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kurokawaia · 4 months ago

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DAY TWENTY FIVE - CORRUPTION 彡 Madara Uchiha

WARNINGS :: corruption, virginity taking, discrimination, breeding, size kink, madara is mean, degradation, x fem reader, restraining (using hands), prone bone, slight choking? afab, she/her terms, reader is timid / shy / scared / inferior / shorter than madara, CNC, Old ideologies regarding birth! + more

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It was a reletively public wedding, so the entire village could see the bond growing further between the Senju and the Uchiha. All the villagers thought that it was a beautiful love story, one were the two of you fell for each other despite being from enemy clans. But how could they be so wrong, it was nothing of the sort.

It was an arranged marriage.

This was the elder's decision, thinking that it would be a more secure way to confirm that the Uchiha would not fight back in the further future. The decision was made for the protection of Konoha and being Hashirama and Tobirama's timid, innocent little sister, you couldn't object.

It's your first night within the Uchiha estate, specifically Madara's. You stand in silence biting your bottom lip, in which the red lipstick that was previously there at been removed. Not only by the rigid kiss the two of you shared at the wedding but because of you nibbling on the flesh.

Your hands grip the primarily white kakeshita, you don't know what to do, Madara isn't in the room with you right now and you are too scared to do anything. You were a Senju, but now you are an Uchiha, bounded by those ridiculous ceremonies, paperwork and those vows. Startled, you jump slightly at the creak the door makes as Madara slides it open, stepping into the room. His eyes trail up on to you, previously analysing every part of your body. YOu could feel it, it is so strong, the scrutiny in his gaze, the judgment. "It would appear the Senju couldn't even grant me a worthy wife. Just a fragile little thing, aren't you?" Madara scrutinises and a shaky breath leaves your mouth. Your stomach clenches at the words. Of course, he doesn't hide how much he hates your clan even now that you two have been wed. You feel small under his gaze, and his height. The way he looks at you makes you feel so inferior.

To Madara, you aren't his wife, you are just a filthy Senju only here to bear his children.

"I didn't ask for this," you whisper, your voice trembling. He lets out a low chuckle and closes the space between you. "You think I asked for this? To be tied to the likes of you? A Senju, a weakling, a woman from the enemy's bloodline?" His words cut deep and the tears prick at the back of your eyes. You mean nothing to Madara but a means to an end, nothing more than a tool for him, to bear children, to give him strong children.

Madara moves around you, so now that he is behind you, his chest is almost inches away from your back. "What did your brothers think? That by sending you to me, it would make me forget the blood spilled between us? That I'd forget how your family has tried to crush mine for generations?" He adds. You flinch. Your blood running inside you was a brand of shame in itself, reminding you that no matter how hard you tried, you would never belong here, in his world, the Uchiha world, no matter how equal your clans really are. "You're nothing here," he sneers. "Nothing but a Senju in an Uchiha household. A reminder of everything I despise."

He steps closer, so his hot breath fans across your neck and your back tenses. His hand reaches up, catching your chin in an iron vice as he forces you to meet his gaze. "And now, you're here in— my bed, in my house. But don't let yourself think you'll ever be anything more than a Senju dog." Your heart races in your chest, but you grit your teeth, god, you're so scared. Madara gazes into your eyes. "I will never think of you as a Uchiha," he announces. "You shall never be of us. Our children? Yes. But you? Never." Your chest tightens. You feel yourself start to unravel, piece by piece, under his cold gaze and cruel words. You want to be able to fight back, scream at him, and make him see that you're more than the blood running through your veins. The hate weighing upon you from him crushes you, rendering you mute. The silence is then broken as Madara speaks once more, "Get into bed, it's time you played wife." Your heart sinks, and a wave of dread washes over you. There is no love in that command, no affection. His lips ghost on your neck, below your ear before pulling the sash that held your marriage kimono together before he slips the fabric down your shoulders. Instinctively, when the fabric slips to your elbows, a gasp slips past your lips and you pull your arms to your chest, covering your exposed body.

"W-Wait," you managed to squeak out, your heart beating furiously, you swear that it was so loud that he could hear it.

You hear the click of his tongue and can feel the roll of his eyes. "What, woman?"

"I've... never... done anything... like this," you say quietly, your hands trembling, holding the fabric tighter to your chest.

"You'll do as I say, dear," he hums, emphasising the last word, almost to mock you. "I wouldn't want to... hurt you." Scared, you nod timidly, still clenching the fabric as you walk towards the futon, your body getting heavier with every step. You only just barely managed to sit on your knees, your weight on the insides of your feet.

Your gaze was kept tight onto the sheets in front of you. Hearing a light thud hit the floor, you glance up through your mascara-tinted lashes, and you see that the sash holding Madara's wedding attire is on the floor. You can clearly see his abs through the opening of the kimono and his pants had been stripped too, you can clearly see the bulge in his underwear.

Then, the last of his main attire was pulled off his body and tossed onto the floor, now he is only donned in his underwear, his body bare in front of you. And before you knew it, Madara was kneeling in front of you, tugging the fabric roughly out of your hold.

Suddenly, the breath from your chest left with a sudden escape of breath as your body fell hard to the futon, Madara's bigger hands restraining your wrists beside your head. Your eyes widen while your lips tremble at the sight of Madara above you, his face so close to yours you could fall apart underneath his gaze.

Madara closes in, his nose almost touching your own and your breath hitches. "I'm going to ruin you," he hums, moving his head to your shoulder, his lips skimming across your flesh slowly.

God, you were trembling, you've never felt like this before, this sensation was making you loose your mind. He was being so mean to you, to one of the kindest people in Konoha, making you feel like nothing, and yet, how he made your body feel was something words couldn't explain.

You were so focused on how he was so close to your neck, that you completely missed how Madara had already slipped down your underwear. His thick fingers pressed against the top of your pussy, so, so, so close to slipping in and hitting your clit.

Your back arches into the touch a breathy gasp falls from your lips and you want to scream in embarrassment. All you wanted to do was to cover your mouth and you couldn't even do that with how Madara was pinning your hands above your head.

"Fuck, you're sensitive," Madara mumbles to himself, feeling and seeing how you react to such a simple touch, he smirks agasint your neck.

He's going to enjoy this.

Opening his mouth slightly, he latches onto the dip from your neck and you squirm underneath his imposing touch. His legs spread apart your own, rendering you unable to move. Madara's stature is so big, that you didn't think you would be able to move anyway, considering how his weight was pressing down on you, how his warmth was seeping into you.

Helpless whimpers leave your mouth as he sucks at your soft skin, leaving marks all over your chest while his fingers still lightly play with your folds, though, they never pushed past, teasing you.

"Please...." you whimper quietly, pleading into Madara's ear so softly and as much as Madara wanted to hate your voice, it sent shivers down his spine.

"Please what?" he asks in a low tone, lips finally pulling away from your red collarbones.

Your breathing is ragged, cheeks flushed a pinky-red hue from Madara's touches. "Please... could I have more...?" you question slowly, quietly and Madara smirks at the obvious nervousness in your voice.

"More?" he teases, pressing his forehead against your own and you gaze into his obsidian eyes which sent electricity down your spine.

You nod small, "...Yes."

A hum comes from his mouth as he pushes his fingers past your folds, two thick fingers pressing against your clit and you moan shamelessly. You want to cover your mouth but can't, your hands are still bound above your head.

His fingers venture further down, tracing a path along your slick slit. The touch is electrifying, causing you to tremble in his hold, your body responding to his every movement. A whimper escapes your lips, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

"So wet," Madara hums as he presses his thumb against your clit and you moan, your back arched agasint the futon. Madara frowns to himself knowing that your eyes are screwed shut

At your reply, Madara's fingers experimentally push past your slick folds, his fingers pressing past your clit, and a surge of pleasure courses through you, leaving you breathless and desperate for more. A moan left your mouth as your back arched at his touch. your reaction caused Madara to press down slightly more and your legs squeezed around his waist, moans stringing out your mouth.

You felt his fingers slide down and he found your seeping hols, drenched with arousal. You felt a finger slowly slide inside your heat, a whimper leaving your mouth. As much as Madara hates the Senju's he couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for you, your face contorts into pain after a few seconds so he stops, head tilting.

"W-Wait," you whimper. "Gi- Give me a few seconds."

"Why should I wait for you?" Madara hums, eyes slitting at you.

"Hurts," you replied trying to regulate your breathing.

A tsk left his mouth, "It hurts because you're tense. Relax," he orders and you let your body relax under him, your breathing all controlled. "See? Doesn't hurt as much now doesn't it?"

You shook your head. "Exactly," he adds and he begins to pump his digits in and out your drenched cunt.

"So good," You whimpered as he slowly pumped in and out your soaked walls.

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that leaves you unable to contain your moans. You press your lips against his shoulder, muffling the sounds that escape from deep within you. His fingers explore the depths of your core, igniting a fire that consumes your every thought. Each movement, each curl, sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body.

You surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch, the combination of his skilled fingers and the intensity of our connection pushes you closer to the edge, teetering on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure bliss, where time stands still, and you are consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that courses through your veins.

As Madara's fingers continued their relentless rhythm, pumping in and out of your seeping hole, there was an unfamiliar tightness growing in your lower abdomen, pleasure tightened inside your stomach. you wrap your shaky legs around him, seeking to anchor yourself to him amidst the overwhelming pleasure. your body quivers with anticipation, responding to his every touch, every movement.

"Wait!" you sob, writhing under him. "Feels funny...."

"You're going to have an orgasm, just let it happen," he scoffs, beginning to scissor his fingers, respectively hitting your soft, gummy spot every single time.

you chant his name into his neck as praises leave your mouth, your voice filled with desire and need. The tears welling in your eyes are not from pain but from the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely.

In response to your plea, sucks the skin around your neck once more, groaning against your neck, his voice laced with desire. He begins to press your clit with the pad of his thumb, adding another layer of pleasure to the already intense sensations. The touch is electrifying, causing you to arch your back in response.

"Feels weird," you sob. "Feels... good too... though."

"You'll take it," Madara asserts.

The pleasure builds, the tension mounting with each passing second until you are on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure surrender, where pleasure reigns supreme, and you are consumed by the overwhelming ecstasy that engulfs you.

Waves of ecstasy wash over you, leaving your legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the sensations. He slips his fingers from your hole and you continue to tremble from the aftermath of the orgasm. you managed to release your from Madara's neck and move away from his hold.

Your legs are trembling around his waist, your cum and arousal soaked the sheets below you, dripping down your ass from your hole. As you open your squeezed-shut eyes, you see Madara take a taste of his fingers, licking a stip up his digits, swallowing your cum and your cheeks burn red.

Madara almost groans at your taste, so sweet, he can't wait for you to break and split from his cock. Your whimpers and screams of overstimulation are going to be heaven for him. You pull your hands from his grasp as you feel the hold loosening and cover your face. It was an immediate reaction, Madara quickly pulled your hands back above your head.

"You will not hide from me," Madara commands and your bottom lip trembles as you nod.

God, your legs fall lip on either side of Madara on the futon and they tremble. Then you felt a big bulbous tip press against your entrance and you arch your back into the pleasuring sensation, a moan slipping past your innocent mouth. All you wanted to do was paw at his chest, and leave scratch marks everywhere, but you couldn't.

"Please... I... want to... touch you," you whispered through your whine.

A humoured chuckle leaves his throat. "As if I'd let a filthy Senju touch me."

You then got flipped around so suddenly, your breasts pushing against the futon, hands still pinned above you, face squished into the pillow. You then felt Madara's mass press down against your back and you let out a soft whimper at the sudden weight. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed.

Madara's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you. Madara's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement.

A content sigh leaves your mouth when Madara raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, dripping with your cum.

"You're going to take all of me," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at your ear, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Madara sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A groan leaves Madara's mouth and a moan from your own as his length nudged the deepest spot within you.

Madara could've busted right there and then, your tight walls constricting him made him tense. You feel so good, and he couldn't wait to take you again and again, to fill you up to the brim with his cum every night.

Madara moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. His free hand grips your hip and he admires how you have perfect hips to give birth for, for a Senju, you're a perfect wife to breed.

Madara didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Madara's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Madara rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Madara's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of you needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Madara was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Madara was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in your cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "Close?" He breathed in a humoured tone, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Madara's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "Too much, Madara.... S-Slow down.... too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling.

Your body trembled beneath him and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. "Madara...?" you asked in a hush tone but he didn't reply and you wanted to sob because you just wanted one last thing. "Madara... please... I wan' a kiss, please."

"A kiss, huh?" he groans out. Madara hunches over you, pulling you closer to him and connecting your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallows your moans.

"Good, taking me so deep," Madara groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with black iris'. Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of your cum and arousal around the base of his cock.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Madara groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, watching your innocence fade away, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Madara groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a filthy Senju," He leaned down and mumbled in your ear chased with a deep moan that stirred your insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Madara helped it, his hips continuing to rut into mine, helping you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside you causing you to moan into his kiss. And you felt more of his cum spill into your fertile womb, painting your insides white, you could almost feel your stomach bulging from how much you had of your husband inside you.

Madara slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the futon, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt, watching with a slight frown as the cum spilled from your cunt.

You're going to look so good plump with his children. He's going to make sure you get pregnant even if that means having sex morning and night.

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krewekreep · 2 years ago

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When he grabs your neck while drilling in you from behind. Curving you into a messy kiss. For a moment he releases his tight grip on your hips and softens his thrust the slightest bit. He deepens the kiss wrestling your tongue with his as he moves his hands to massage your breasts. You were overstimulated, no longer able to kiss him back you open your mouth for him and he growls moving one hand to choke you as the other fixates on your nipples. He’s giving his all to you and you receive it gratefully. It’s not usual for him to treat you with so much attention, so much neediness. You watched him with Fuck drunk eyes as his were closed intensely, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked as if he were scowling. His mouth rabid and unfocused against yours while plunging in you from behind. The slightest glimpse of a moan escapes him before reeling himself back in. To not lose to you in a battle only he had in his mind, he pulled you away by the hair pushing you into the mattress. He was never incredibly gentle with you but you felt as if this time he had to remind himself to remain dominant. Since you’d been under his care (kinda held hostage) he eased you into the idea of him ravishing you with sexual flirtations and promised that succumbing to him wouldn’t be all that bad. He enjoyed toying with you gradually increasing physical intimacy until you were a crumbling mess fighting against the pleasure escaping your throat as his fingers explored your warm hole. He took extra pleasure in making you fall for him and would never admit his amusement was laced in a desire to genuinely keep you.

As he continued to thrust into you he raised one leg up firmly planting it on the bed creating a deep impression that showed all he had to hold back when dealing with you. He knew his world crushing strength and unlike what anyone would think, took consideration of its usage. Yet, there were times like now as he’s almost struggling to pull out given the hot squeeze of your walls on his dick. He knew he was nearing his edge, having made you cum 3 times already. This last go round was for him. Your face and body blush, shivering as you hear him grunting ever so quietly. It turned you on to no end and began, with what little you had to give, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts in a loud slick clapping. His moans grew louder as he quickly apprehended your arms holding them behind your back. This image of submission almost made him lose it. His thrust became punishing and you gave up just allowing him to slide you mercilessly up and down his dick. He forgot himself completely. “Ah- you’re so obedient Y/N.” You moan in wanting more praise. Knowing that you’ve grown fond of that he continues, “Mmm my little captured one.” His pace almost brutal as your eyes are falling to the back of your head and drool has slipped out of your mouth onto the bed and your torso.

You can feel how he spreads you with every hit to your core. His pace was becoming sloppier and you knew he was about to cum and fill you as much as he could. He grabs at your hair again pulling back up into a kiss. Your belly tightens and in an instance you push yourself flush on his dick cumming so hard your entire body shakes. His pace has stopped and still holding you by the hair he chuckles and without a word shoots his load into you. He watched you with a certain amusement as he feels his own fluid coating your walls and him. He pumps into you about four times. You were his official cum bucket and he wouldn’t admit how much he loved watching it leak out of you. He kisses you again, more than ever before especially during sex. But he’s still himself as he pulls out with no regard, a loud suction-esque sound that sends a shiver of pain through you. You were spent of all energy barely able to keep your eyes open hanging helplessly onto him. He brushed a finger over your forehead lightly, again amused at how easy for him it is to forget humans are fragile and weak. Not when you take him like a demon yourself. While he has the mind to fill you up some more he decided wearing you out too bad would mean a longer recovery time later. Although called many things in that respect he couldn’t be that cruel, not to you. It is only ever worth while when you practically are begging on hands and knees for him to fuck you. But your tear stricken, snot nosed, drooled covered face, the red marks on you of him forgetting himself too many times, and the sleep (by the deep rise and cave of your chest) meant it was much needed. Much deserved. He relaxed into a position where you were cradled in his lap and watched you thinking over all the presents and gifts he would collect for you. Or whether you’d need a slave assistant. Or the heart of your enemies. And you relaxed into his embrace easily unaware of your capter’s growing obsession and dire need to keep you all to himself.

Who: Sukuna, Madara, Dracula, Alucard (Hellsing), Sephiroth, Aizen, Kenpachi + any other mean fucks

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a-ghost-that-writes · 4 months ago

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Our Christmas Miracle

In honor of Madara's birthday, here is a oneshot featuring a Black Female Pregnant Reader!

TW: Pregnancy Rating: T (For 16+)

It finally happened. The dream that you and Madara had been trying for, you are finally pregnant with his child. Between the two of you, it was hard to tell who was more excited about it because you both are ecstatic! You couldn't wait to tell all your girlfriends and family, same with him. He was so proud and eager to become a father.

You carry yourself with a bit of pride known now for nine months, you're child will be growing. You'll come up with names for them, you'll feel them kick and move around, you'll have a baby shower, everything. It was so exciting!

Madara can't keep his hands off you either. He's holding you close at any given time.He supplies plenty of hugs and kisses. Not mention the support he gives too. You couldn't have asked for a better husband, and you definitely couldn't have asked for a better Christmas gift.

#Naruto oneshot #Madara Uchiha #Madara x Black Fem Reader #Madara x reader

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blimbosworlddd · 5 months ago

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Nirvana: A Rock Lee Tale (Chapter 7)

Summary: After an abysmal day at work, you find solace in the dojo- only to be greeted by a charming stranger. Shikamaru has one last chance to fix his marriage. Will he finally lock in?

Notes: slow burn fic, afab/fem/black reader.

Warnings: cursing, light portrayal of suicidal ideation, depression, anxiety, angst, explicit sexual content, dry humping, petnames.

Word count: 5k

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Throughout the following weeks you go on a few more dates with Lee: to the movies, an art museum, and even a local manga store! You both share a love for shounen and shoujo. Outside such popular mediums, he introduced you to his favorite seinen series while you familiarized him with your favorite josei. You’re both hardcore suckers for romance, the only difference being that you’re the hopeless one and Lee is hopeful.

Deep down, you know Lee can’t be the answer to all of your problems and he shouldn’t. But how can you remember that when he always opens the doors for you and buys you orchids; when he carries you bridal style so you won’t have to climb the stairs; when he stares lovingly into your soul every time you speak to him?

And it’s not like you care too much to remember, considering that you’re busy enough gushing over your new flowers at the dojo. Not many patients visited your office today, but that’s common. You decide to use it to your advantage and relax for the remainder of your stay.

You no longer let the commotion on the other side of the room disturb you: as a matter of fact, you enjoy hearing Lee’s powerful voice echo through the walls. It reminds you that he’s real, that he’s here.

Being at the dojo is a complete 180 from the nauseating day you had at work: Ms. Fink had a tantrum that was provocative at best, you missed your break, and a long-time patient went comatose under your care. You have to constantly remind yourself that people’s failing health is never your fault, because if you don’t then you would’ve killed yourself a long time ago. So as soon as you made it to the dojo you rushed straight to your office and didn’t look back.

Which probably explains the sinking, vacuous sensation in your chest you call shame. Slouching against your chair with a frown, your eyebrows softly scrunch together in distress. You throw your head back, staring up at the dull, lifeless rays of fluorescent lights.

Why does it always hafta be like this? Why can’t I just take my own advice?

Your advice being to take responsibility for your own happiness, and yet happiness doesn’t even look like an option at your disposal right now. It’s so confusing. The way it comes and goes. But before you fall deeper into the rabbit hole of your depression, a couple of knocks on the door snap you back to the present.

Lee?

“Come in!” You chirp eagerly.

As the knob turns, you immediately shove your worries to the back of your head and straighten your posture. In your mind your arms are open, beyond ready to receive whatever priceless affection Lee has in store for you.

The person who enters is not only not Lee, but it’s a man you do not recognize.

The first thing you notice is his long, black, spiky tresses. A voluminous mane that covers his right eye while framing his sharp jawline beautifully. A black turtleneck shirt contours his broad shoulders, his sleeves rolled up to the very top of his toned and veiny forearms. A coffee colored pantsuit drapes impeccably around his sturdy legs, and what seals the deal is a matching leather boot. This man looks comfortable and powerful all at once.

When you finally meet his gaze, so potent with intent, the words you try to say eviscerate in your throat. The man’s lips curl in a subtle smirk at your stunned expression.

“My apologies for intruding,” the brooding timbre of his smooth voice urges you to shoot up from your seat. “You can call me Madara.”

Madara closes the gap with long strides and extends his arm for a shake. He’s got to be at least 6 feet tall. You accept his well-mannered demeanor with a weak smile. His grip is not firm, but for some odd reason you believe he could crush your hand.

“I’m Y/n. What brings you to my office if I may ask?”

“Let’s just say I’m an old friend of the former owner of this dojo.”

Former owner?

Madara reads the confusion on your face and clarifies.

“Rock Lee’s master, Might Guy. The notorious taijutsu veteran.”

Ah. Now that you think of it, Lee does talk about his master from time to time. He always speaks highly of him. But who is this man to Might Guy in particular?

“I see now!” You nod fervently, not really knowing what to do with yourself at the moment.

Madara turns his back to scan the room, taking in the practical minimalism of your space. He strolls by the tiny nurse bed, hanging portraits of you and the dojo family, neatly placed medical supplies. And how could he fail to notice the boisterous bouquet of white orchids sitting on the corner of your desk?

“Usually when a miracle happens, people tend to make a spectacle of it. And if big enough, that spectacle creates buzz.”

You remain silent, slowly sitting back in your chair to process his point.

“How long have you been nursing here?” He pries.

“…No less than a few months.”

Madara hums amusingly, “Been here for that long and he still hasn’t paid you?”

You blink a few times with a concerned glare. “I volunteered to help. And how do you know about that?”

The man before you turns once again to meet your gaze. “Buzz, remember?”

More questions are bubbling up faster than you can process his answer. Where exactly is this man getting my personal information? Does he have connections inside the dojo? Am I in-

“My apologies,” the man grabs the chair in front of your desk and takes a seat. “I didn’t mean to frighten you so I’ll be more transparent.”

Polite as he is, the way his left eye effortlessly pierces through you while casually folding his legs has your knee jutting rapidly. He just looks so unbothered.

“I’ve seen the fruits of your medical treatment, we all have. Any establishment would be lucky to have you, so why waste your services where they aren’t being compensated?”

You feel your right eye twitch, completely dismayed by the fact that no one has ever asked you a question like this before. So why is he, of all people, the first person to do it? Nursing is no doubt a stable and lucrative profession. Nursing allowed you to permanently move out of your parents’ house. It got you your own home, your own comfortable lifestyle, your own future, your own joy. But does that mean you should continue overextending yourself at work and the dojo? Does that mean you should hold onto what no longer serves you simply because it always used to? Your palms begin perspiring at the thought.

“And what do you, of all people, suggest I do about that?”

Madara leans against his seat. “Simple: work for me instead.”

You snigger ruefully, mentally preparing yourself to escort this man out of your office.

“I’ll pay you double what Lee’s students pay monthly to stay in his classes. You choose the hours and work on your own terms. As long as you treat my men.”

An enticed chuckle escapes Madara’s lips at your bewildered stare, wasting no time to reach for his front pocket. He pulls out a card and slides it on your desk.

“Call me when this place starts getting old, yeah?”

Your office door wrenches open, and the sight before you disperses all the air you didn’t know you kept in your lungs–

Eyes.

Big, mesmeric, violent eyes are the first thing you notice.

Madara takes his time when he ascends from his seat, turning to face the taijutsu master himself.

Lee’s eerily silent when he meets Madara’s gaze. His eyebrows furrow in focus while staring menacingly at the spiky-haired man. Seeing you hurriedly storm off into your office earlier without acknowledging anyone was worrying enough. But to watch Madara follow you not long after when he knows he’s only supposed to observe student training will never sit right with him. Lee’s gaze diverts to the white card on your desk. And when he finally looks at you- sweet, radiant you- with that startled expression on your face, he feels his iron grip on the door knob loosen.

“Oh, Lee, we were just talking about you!” A delighted grin adorns Madara’s features as he rests his hands in his pockets. He strolls towards the door and stops where Lee stands.

“I’d say your pupils are more than ready for the upcoming tournament.”

Lee doesn’t reply, and instead side-eyes him with silent repulsion. Madara’s boots tap the pavement with every step he takes as he makes his way to the exit.

After your sensei shuts the door behind him, he turns to face you once more. God he looks exquisite: Lee’s gi is looser around his chest, so you can see a peek of his glistening pectorals. You love how they rise and fall as he tries to control his breath. If you didn’t know how weak he is for you, you’d find the nearest window to jump out of considering how malignant he looks when he’s upset. Either way you’re always happy to see him, no matter what emotional state he’s in.

“H-Hey!”

“What did he say to you?”

Something in his tone urges you to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. “He offered me a job at his dojo. Umm, is there something I should know?”

The master’s stomach muscles tighten as his face falls with disillusion. Of fucking course, he thinks. Lee sighs before taking a seat to level with you.

“Madara and my sensei were fierce rivals. They often sparred together back in their prime days. After the Great War, they both decided to compete in a national tournament. And after the battle was over, Guy Sensei could no longer walk.”

You look down at the white business card in a daze, failing to fathom the aftermath of that fateful fight. That same well-mannered, charming gentleman who was so concerned about your financial well-being, took Might Guy’s legs??

“Y/n,” his spine-chilling voice drags you back to earth. “That man is very dangerous. He has no interest in your personal needs, only what you can do for him.”

Lee scoots closer to your desk and rests his forearms on the surface, leaning closer to your face.

“If he ever contacts you again, I need you to tell me immediately. Do you understand?”

You nod affirmatively, taking note of his beauty despite the muted lights that shine shine dryly on his face: his chiseled jaw, the distinct bridge of his nose, his spotless skin, his perfectly trimmed hair, those little lashes that frame the roundness of his eyes, of course - the bushiest brows you’ve ever seen, and those soft lips that slowly form a deeper frown than previously.

“Words, princess,” he demands.

“You got it, sensei. I understand.”

Lee closes his eyes with a sigh, feeling his body decompress against the chair. “Good.. oh, and Amanda fell on her tailbone.”

Temari can’t stop thinking about what her husband said: “If you want a divorce, I’ll sign the papers.” He sounded like he barely cared, as if he didn't mind if she broke up with him. And that just won't do for her.

But he’s trying: he’s present for all of her doctor visits, never misses her calls unless he has a good reason to and still calls back to check on her. He doesn’t try to fuss with her when she voices a concern, although it’s challenging. He asks her on dates and movie nights but she declines every time, still upset about his recent behavior. He chalks it up to her being stubborn, but she doesn’t open up to him like she used to. She doesn’t crack jokes anymore, especially the ones at Shika’s expense. Sometimes she silently scowls down at her wedding ring when she thinks he isn’t looking. She’s colder, more miserable. And it wasn’t just affecting her anymore.

“Never thought I’d be asking you for relationship advice.”

Shika lounges on his couch, sipping a can of beer while talking with Lee on the phone.

“Agreed! You must be desperate.” Lee has his old friend on speaker while bandaging his hands for an upcoming spar.

Shika kisses his teeth at how enthusiastic yet unsurprised the fighter sounds. If he hadn’t known him for years he’d mistake his delighted attitude for enjoying his current misfortune.

“I uhm,” Shika shifts in his seat, as if the cushions beneath him will absorb his cowardice. “…I’m doing everything I can. I have a therapist now, I make myself available, I cook her meals. I-I even go out of my way to plan dates- that she always turns down, by the way. It’s like she’s so… uninterested in me now.”

Lee pauses wrapping his knuckles and side-eyes his phone. “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?”

Shika’s eyebrows furrow in offended confusion. So I’m ‘supposed’ to grow gray hairs over this woman? He wonders.

“She seems mad at you. What did you do?”

“…I’ve been a shit husband.”

“How so?”

Shika grumbles under his breath. “I was neglecting her. I ignored her calls, wasn’t talking, avoided spending time at home. I thought sex would be enough to shut her up about it.”

Lee’s eyes widen as he frowns in shock, bringing his phone to his ear as if he didn’t hear him correctly. “And she hasn’t divorced you yet?”

“…Till death do us part?”

Lee raises a brow. “You can’t be serious.”

“If I’m not serious then why am I calling you?”

“That’s a great question, Shikamaru. Why are you calling me?”

“So that I can make it up to my wife before it’s too late.”

Despite the disappointment he has in his friend, Lee still registers the genuine dread rearing itself through every word. Shika squeezes the chilled bottle in his hand as his knee jutsrapidly. It is now or never.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he begs shamelessly. “So help me out?”

Lee lounges against his seat and sighs hopelessly, already knowing what he’s getting himself into.

Hours have passed by when Shika finally hears the familiar jingle of keys unlocking the front door. He zooms his way there, making sure he’s ready to greet his lovely wife. After opening the door, the first thing Temari sees after a long, strenuous day is her low-down dirty spouse sporting a chef apron. Whatever he’s cooking smells divine so she’ll let it slide.

“Hey baby. Let me hang up your coat.”

She kicks off her sneakers and places them neatly by another pair. So he wants to put up the perfect husband act now? Nice try. Temari arises and grips her sleeves, staring hopelessly at her husband. “Why did you marry me?”

Her question was so painfully clear, he could hear the pure grief in her warbled tone. He despised it.

“H-Hey, let me take off your coat first so you can get comfortable-“

“Answer me!” She cries.

Shika's eyes fill with dread when he sees the pain she’s fighting contort her face. He takes the time to fully process her question so that he doesn’t half-ass his answer like Lee advised him not to.

“I… I married you cause you’re patient enough to understand me, and you’re understanding enough to be patient with me.”

Initially this sounds like bullshit to Temari’s ears, but when she also takes the time to process his answer she finds herself silent.

“You know me in a way that no one else can. But I took advantage of your earnestness, just like I did to Y/n. And she’s my best friend.”

Temari lowers her head to the floor as she feels her eyes and nose begin to sting.

“Baby I don’t want a divorce, I just knew that you probably wanted one instead. And that scares the shit out of me. But taking off your coat for you would be a good start. Don’t you think, sweetness?”

Shika’s wife feels a big sob rising and gasps a bit of air to choke it down. Shika’s gaze is laced with an overwhelming urge to just love the woman before him, like how she’s done for the past five years.

This warmth that suddenly washes over Temari, how long has it been? Why can’t she remember the last time she felt this connected to her husband? Wordlessly, she turns around and grants him access to keep his word. He gently hooks his fingers underneath the hem of her coat and drags, letting it slip off her shoulders. After hanging up her belongings, Shika wraps his arms around her. Temari releases the hot tears she so desperately held back.

A few moments later, she stifles a gag before ripping herself from his warm embrace and runs to the bathroom. Shika cringes when he hears retching sounds, hurriedly rushing to his wife's aid. After jogging to the bathroom, he crouches down to sit behind Temari and gently holds her hair back as she vomits all of her lunch from earlier today. Her energy leaks out with the regurgitating bile in her mouth; she couldn’t stand even if she wanted. But she doesn’t need to.

She collapses against her husband’s chest when she finishes puking, feeling like she’s an iota away from passing out. Shika’s one step ahead of her, opening a cold bottle of water and raising it to her lips. He praises her gleefully when she swallows a few sips.

“There we go,” he murmurs softly while caressing her perspiring forehead. “I’m here, sweetheart.”

He pecks her temple with a chaste kiss and looks straight ahead, facing nothing in particular with brewing determination.

“I’m right here.”

“Yeah whatever, poser.” Temari sighs contentedly, her voice hoarse from the stomach acid.

While going to the dojo always uplifts your spirit, nurse work has been sucking the life out of you the past few weeks. So you decide to bring back something you thought you’d permanently left behind: clubbing. For some reason you think it’s a splendid date idea, so you invite Lee to tag along. When you call him about it, of course he obliges to accompany his lady. He can admit he was quite familiar with raves in his earlier years. It may not be his forte like yours but he’s open to potentially enjoyable experiences- especially if he can share them with you.

It’s now club night, so you open that old bedroom closet. Your hair is in a natural pineapple style as you scan your options.

You pick out a pleated black mini-skirt, a white tank top, black knee-high leather boots and a biker jacket.

“Gosh, i feel like a college graduate again,” you grumble while staring at your reflection in the mirror. You feel kinda old considering how long it’s been since you’ve done something even remotely daring fashion-wise for yourself. You lock your apartment door behind you and strut your fine ass out of the building.

You notice Lee’s car pulling up and walk down the stairs to meet him when he parks. Lee steps out of his vehicle: dressed in dark green joggers and sneakers with a matching skin-tight short sleeve that lusciously accentuates his muscular physique. He finally makes his way to you and lord he almost faints when he’s bestowed with seeing your outfit up close.

You still can’t get used to how small you feel when this man looks down at you, especially when he has the gall to grin so charmingly.

“Hey gorgeous,” He leans down to peck your round cheek with a kiss before turning away to open your door. “Hop on in.”

As much as you two would like to fawn over how delectable you both look, as much as y’all would like to see what’s only left to the imagination, you refuse to take the chance of being inappropriate. So, you’ll both just have to lose your minds about each other internally.

The outside of the club you arrive at just looks like… a dark alleyway. The only implication of an event undergoing behind the simple black door is the security who verifies tickets. Although, once you’re allowed entry…

A bellow of dance music booms through the scene. A flurry of stark neon lights animate every attendee, including the ones residing in the dimly booths. The people on the dance floor look intoxicating, almost possessed by the rapid beat of the music. Now, you’ve gone to your fair share of clubs, but this place is a whole other world. This place looks like what people think clubs should look like.

Since Lee is too mesmerized by the vibrant atmosphere to look for seats, you interlace your fingers with his and guide him through the busy space. Luckily you find a vacant booth to sit at, looking through the menu for drinks.

“What are you getting?” You make sure to raise your voice so Lee can distinguish you from the background noise.

“Hmm. I’ll have a coke. You?”

“…This virgin piña colada looks good.”

You both decide to chat while you wait for a waiter to approach you for orders. Well… that’s until Charli XCX’s 365 plays, and now you know you’re about to go bonkers. Your jaw drops and eyes widen with glee as you shimmy your jacket off. Lee watches you with curiosity as you grab his wrist and drag him to the lively dance floor.

At first you jump up and down to the rhythm, grooving to the electrifying melodies that flow through you. Lee follows your lead and sways to the music. A simple one-two step. But when the main beat drops you lose it, not thinking of Lee or anyone else around you as you let the song take over your body. You whip your head side-to-side, letting your coils fly along the beat as you run your hands down your curvaceous body, a delirious smile adorning your features. Lee couldn’t help but marvel at your blissed out state, how your hips and rolls sway to the fast pace of the song, the way your tits bounce as you rock your body to the music. He wanted to devour you right where you stood. This is the version of you he absolutely adores, the version who doesn’t give a fuck.

You open your eyes and Lee is barely dancing: just lightly jiving while shamelessly staring down your wondrous form. An idea comes to mind, and it’s naughty but you don’t care.

You imitate a rope tied to Lee, and approach him as if you’re pulling him closer. It takes a moment for Lee to register your intent. And when he does he smiles so hard at your contagious charisma he almost giggles, deciding to entertain your advancements.

When you’re finally close enough you turn around, let your hands fall to your knees and shake your butt right on his groin. Lee yelps at how absolutely lovely your soft cheeks feel rubbing against him. He hasn’t been touched like this in years, completely hypnotized by the sight of your back arching in tandem with every effortless jerk of your hips. You look over your shoulder and side-eye him with the most sinful smirk he’s ever seen you make. With his erection bordering on painful at this point, he decides to test how far you’re willing to take this.

Lee’s heavy hands firmly grip your lower waist to anchor you both, as he grinds against the fat of your ass to the music’s quick tempo. His movements are superbly calculated as they are natural. You wonder if Lee has ever gotten this nasty before. But when a certain thrust bumps your clothed cunt, your eyebrows scrunch up instinctively at the sensation. He picks up the pace and utterly debauches you: your knees nearly buckling to the floor when his dick print repeatedly prods your most intimate entrance. It’s almost embarrassing how you huff and puff like you just ran a marathon, as you cope with the swelling arousal.

“…fuck,” you whimper pathetically. The heat pulsing between your legs makes you want to cum. You feel so dirty, it’s addictive. He’s addictive.

Lee skims his palm up the exposed contours of your back until he carefully grips the nape of your neck, while continuing to keep your hips in motion. Your oxygen isn’t cut off, but his grasp is tight enough where you feel lightheaded. You’re finally getting a taste of being at the mercy of his strength and it makes your vision go blurry. He steadily pulls you up until your back is flush against his front. Hot breath fans your skin as his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman and not fuck you over a bathroom sink,” He gives the front of your throat a delicious squeeze before cupping your jaw. “So chill out, princess.”

His words rumble down your spine, you would’ve never expected that initiative from such a man. The way his deep voice makes your tummy flutter should be a health hazard, you just can’t think with him having you like this. Something about his outrageous warning makes you want to obey him, no matter how horny you’re feeling. So you nod wordlessly while rocking back and forth, trying to cope with how torched your body feels.

“Good girl.” He releases you from his grasp. You take some time to catch your breath, processing what this night could have led to before you both continue to dance like y’all weren’t dry humping a moment ago.

“You’re better at this than I thought, Sensei.” You purr.

Lee chuckles tentatively, feeling his body stiffen at your playful use of the nickname.

“I guess It’s been a while since I’ve attended the club scene.”

“Oh, so you’re used to women throwing ass at you?”

“Yeah, but none of them were quite as good as you.” He replied like it was so obvious, like it was a fact that you should know too. Now it’s your turn to shy away, for you couldn’t detect a single lie.

The DJ switches to a slower club classic, ultimately subduing the chaotic atmosphere of the dance floor. You and Lee decide to take a break and have drinks on a balcony for some fresh air. He orders a coke and you a virgin piña colada.

The fresh air and quiet landscape make your eyelids feel a bit heavy. There is now some good room for your mind to think, despite the muffled music echoing in the background. It’s a comfortable silence you both share, which relieves you in almost every aspect.

“Thank you for not escalating…” you sway your head as if that will explain your point. “Y’know- when we were dancing.”

You think it’s cute the way Lee’s eyes widen as he processes your words, before tilting his head to look at you. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m comfortable when you’re comfortable.”

You shoot him a dopey grin and take a sip of your yellow beverage.

“Would..” Lee pauses. “Would you like to accompany us at the tournament?”

You lower your glass before looking back up at your dark-haired date, reveling at how the moon rays paint his face.

“Y-You sure?”

“Mhm!” Lee insists, his determined and hopeful gaze igniting that floaty warmth in your chest.

“You’ve not only been nursing my students, y/n. You’ve seen their struggles and growths. You’ve cheered them on through every step for as long as you’ve been at the dojo. They would absolutely love it if you came to see how far they’ve come!”

You smile hopelessly, “Ok then. I’ll be there.”

Lee’s smile is even brighter, now amplified by unbridled relief.

“Now,” you order smugly as you playfully poke his brick wall for a chest. “My question for you.”

Your date’s expression melts into a more serene smirk. “Shoot,” he challenges.

“Why did you stop clubbing?”

Despite your question being random, he still takes the time to carefully process an answer. You watch him while he’s thinking: there’s a distant look in his eyes that makes him appear a bit unsettled, as if he’s seeing something that you can’t.

“I partied during a time when my dojo needed me, so I quit and focused solely on training again.”

While his answer is kind of vague, you accept it for what it is and hope for a time when he’s ready to open up to you more.

“I.. I still really enjoyed my date with you tonight.” He gulps while blushing profusely. “I’d love to dance with you again. Plus, I have to ask that DJ where they find their music.”

Lee looks at you as if he’s terrified you got the wrong idea of how he feels about you. His earnest nature is so adorable sometimes, it makes your eyes sting a bit. You lay your head on his shoulder and look up at the full moon, a lonesome beacon illuminating the black sky.

“I enjoyed our date too.”

“So why did you stop clubbing?” He pries.

You hum in deep thought, deciding to answer with the same level of honesty.

“At some point I thought my job was all I needed to make it in life, since it was the only thing I was good at. I know that’s not true but, I wanted to be the best so that no one under my care would suffer...” How naive I was.

Lee takes a sip from his pop and looks down at you.

“Your will to make sacrifices is admirable.” He commends.

You down the rest of your fruity drink and sigh wantonly. “I’m still a party girl at heart.”

“Apparently,” he deadpans with a smirk.

You swat his shoulder and he laughs heartily, complaining about his coke almost spilling. The comforting silence creeps back in, and you lean against him once more.

“Are you driving me home?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

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theonlyonesora · 5 months ago

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CH05: A Tangle of Words and Emotions

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over Konoha's streets, the soft hum of life filling the air—merchants calling out their wares, children laughing, the quiet rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. Tobirama walked with purpose, his mind buzzing with thoughts he didn’t want to confront. The day had been unremarkable until Akari’s familiar voice sliced through the mundane, her presence as sharp and persistent as ever.

"I heard you went out on a date. Is that true?"

Her teasing tone carried easily through the air, and Tobirama clenched his jaw without even turning around. He didn’t need to see her to know the smug expression she wore. She was always like this—poking, prying, playing.

"My personal life is none of your business, and I don’t appreciate you making fun of it," he snapped, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

Akari's light laughter followed, an airy sound that grated against his nerves and yet, somehow, stirred something else deep inside him—something far more troubling. "Oh, come on, Second Lord. Don’t be like that. I bet women are lining up to be the Hokage’s new wife. Even if he is a pain in the ass."

Tobirama growled under his breath, his fingers twitching at his sides. "You're going to annoy me all day, aren’t you, brat?"

"I’m bored. But you’re free to leave."

He stole a glance at her, irritated by the easy confidence she exuded. And yet, even as he turned away, the image of her perched on top of him—teasing, smug, in complete control—flashed in his mind again. It had haunted him for days, creeping into his thoughts at the most inconvenient moments, driving him to distraction.

He stopped abruptly, frustration bubbling to the surface. Before he could think better of it, the words left his mouth. "Come with me."

Akari blinked in surprise. "Huh? Where?"

Tobirama hesitated, cursing himself silently. What the hell was he doing? He didn’t know the answer to that, not really. But the thought of leaving her behind without some resolution felt... wrong. "Just... follow me, and you’ll see."

To his dismay, she shrugged easily and nodded. "Fine, then."

His jaw clenched. Damn it, why did she agree so quickly? He turned sharply and started walking, gesturing for her to keep up. His mind was a tangled mess, his thoughts racing, heart pounding louder than it should have. He couldn’t make sense of his actions, nor could he ignore the tightness in his chest as he heard the sound of her footsteps behind him.

"Hurry up. You’re walking too slow," he grumbled, still refusing to look back.

"I have small legs, okay? Give me a break. Not everyone is huge like you."

He rolled his eyes, biting back a smile. "Huge, huh?" He glanced over his shoulder, catching the smirk on her face. "So, you’ve noticed."

Akari gave him a sidelong look, playful and challenging. "Isn’t it obvious?"

Tobirama actually laughed—a deep, genuine laugh that surprised even him. Damn it, how did she keep doing this? How did she manage to needle her way under his skin and make him react in ways he didn’t expect? "I didn’t know you were paying attention, princess."

Her smirk faltered for just a second, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. "Wait, what did you just call me?"

He grinned, thoroughly enjoying her reaction. "You heard me, princess."

Akari shot him a narrow-eyed glare, her blush deepening. "Are you feeling okay?"

Tobirama’s grin widened. "I’m not dying, if that’s what you’re asking."

The sight of her flushed cheeks pleased him more than it should have. He couldn't deny how much he enjoyed flustering her—it was a rare victory, and one he savored. "What’s the matter, princess? Too embarrassed?"

Akari crossed her arms over her chest, clearly trying to regain her composure. "Just because you’re the Hokage doesn’t mean you can make fun of me whenever you want."

He shrugged, his smirk never wavering. "True. But being Hokage comes with some perks, princess."

Her playful expression faltered, just for a moment, and something more serious flickered in her gaze. "Then why don’t you find someone to serve those perks for you?"

The question caught him off guard, striking a nerve he hadn’t expected. The idea of someone else fulfilling that role—of another woman standing by his side—felt... wrong. Uncomfortable. Irritating.

His steps slowed, and without meaning to, he found himself speaking more honestly than he intended. "Damn, what are you suggesting I do?"

Akari shrugged, her tone casual but her words sharp. "Find a wife to annoy."

Tobirama’s lips curled into a sneer. "I have no interest in marriage."

Her brow arched, her gaze probing. "Are you not interested, or are you just unable to find someone?"

His expression darkened, and the words slipped out before he could stop them. "Marriage is for idiots."

The silence that followed was thick and heavy, and Tobirama immediately regretted his words.

Akari blinked, her face carefully blank, but there was a flicker of hurt in her eyes that she couldn’t quite hide. "Then I guess I’m an idiot."

Tobirama froze, frustration bubbling up as he realized how she had taken his words. "I didn’t mean it like that."

She gave him a small, tight smile—one that didn’t reach her eyes. "Sure you didn’t."

Damn it. He hated this—hated the way his careless words had hurt her, hated the way she looked at him now, guarded and distant.

For a moment, they stood there in awkward silence, the lightness from earlier evaporating like mist in the morning sun. Tobirama struggled to find the right words, something that would smooth over the tension, but nothing came to mind.

He let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, Akari..." He trailed off, unsure of how to finish.

She shook her head, her smile softening slightly, though there was still a hint of sadness in her eyes. "It’s okay, Tobirama. You don’t have to explain."

But the thing was—he wanted to explain. He just didn’t know how.

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 2 years ago

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—𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖺

`𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘩𝘢’

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

⁂ 𝗌𝗁𝗁𝗁𝗁

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. (♧)

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skyahri · 1 year ago

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Blind |Naruto Men X Uchiha!Reader| HC

Characters: Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Madara Uchiha, Hashirama Senju

Summary: How they handle their partner losing their sight due to the effects of the Mangekyo Sharingan.

Warnings: Mentions of fem, but not very relevant. Mentions of war and loss of sight.

Masterlist Ko-fi

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Kakashi Hatake

He knew the day would come when the Sharingan would take your vision, but he didn't know it'd be so soon.

There were no other eyes available to you at the moment, so eternal was not an option.

Not that'd you do it anyway. It was highly against your beliefs to partake in the Uchiha nonsense that was eye swapping.

Something that drew Kakashi towards you in the first place.

You'd been preparing for this day since you first awakened your mangekyo.

You'd memorized the layout of your apartment, practiced roaming the village in a blind fold, and learned braille.

You'd been coping well, Kakashi... not so much.

He couldn't deal with the knowledge that you'd sacrificed your vision for the sake of the village.

You'd given up everything during your years as a shinobi, and this was the icing on top of the cake.

He'd watch you every day.

Watch you drag your hands across the walls of your apartment. Watch you walk a bit too far past the stall in the market. Watched you struggle to do simple things like grocery shopping.

Over time, you'd become worse and worse at eye contact, and that ate him alive.

There were no more longing looks or sneaky glances. Even your attempts to appear as if you could see were slowly declining, and it dampened his mood every time.

He felt as if he'd failed you. If only he'd been stronger, you wouldn't have had to overuse your doujutsu.

But he stayed quiet because you seemed happy. You were alive and safe and happy, and that's all he could ask for.

Shikamaru Nara

After the war, your vision had completely vanished. There were no blurry shapes or deaf perception problems because there was simply no sight.

There was no time to prepare. You hadn't planned on having to use the mangekyo so much in battle, and the price was astronomical.

He tried to help where he could, but you were being stubborn, constantly rejecting any aid he tried to provide.

"Just let me-"

"I told you I can do it myself."

"No, you can't, just let me-"

And that's when he felt the sobs rack through your body. Tears quickly fell down your face and your hands couldn't keep up.

He sighed and forced everything out of your hands.

"I can't do anything anymore."

"That's not true."

You scoffed, a bitter laugh leaving your lips.

"I can't go grocery shopping or cut fruit or put dishes away without running into everything or breaking something or,"

"Give it time. It'll get better."

"Two weeks ago, I was a shinobi. Today, I'm just a blind girl who can barely feed herself."

Shikamaru wasn't sure what to do. Strategy was easy becausebit was all factual. Feelings, though? So many variables he didn't know where to start.

He confided in Kakashi at some point, but wasn't too pleased with the advice he got it.

"Let her figure it out. She's a smart girl."

Despite thinking it was a stupid suggestion, he listened.

Slowly, over time, you'd regained your confidence and became the capable person you had previously been.

Doesn't stop Shikamaru from uncharacteristically babying you sometimes, though.

Sasuke Uchiha

He offered you his eyes, but you declined.

You weren't fond of Uchiha tradition despite being raised by it. Taking his eyes just felt like you'd be starting the new age Uchiha clan off on the wrong foot.

So you chose blindness.

It was difficult at first, but you quickly learned to get around and help yourself with little to no issue.

You'd gone from stumbling around the kitchen to making yourself breakfast within a few months.

Living with out sight wasn't too bad, and you'd grown accustomed to it. You felt like you'd made the right decision.

Until your first son was born.

It wasn't the parenting aspect that you found difficult, it was the emotional one.

When Sasuke told you your son looked just like Itachi, you knew you'd have to see for yourself.

So, you allowed Sakura to do the transplant.

Within seconds after the bandages were off and you had time to adjust to light, your sight was fully restored.

Sasuke brought in your baby, and wouldn't you know it? He looks exactly like Itachi.

The sharingan is based on strong emotions, yeah? Maybe you can base it on love in the new Era.

Naruto Uzumaki

Unlike the others, Naruto finds the whole eye transplant thing horrendous.

"What do you mean by that, huh? You freaks just trade eyes like around? That's the worst thing I've ever heard."

Although he wasn't happy with your newfound loss of sight, he wasn't one to label anything as a downside.

A setback? Sure. Negative? Never.

Hes overall very patient about it, even if in the moment he gets a little ahead of himself.

He's always forgetting that you're blind, so he'll ask you to look at things all the time.

"Hey, what's this?"

You just shrug. He may or may not bring your hand to the object to get a feel, but he mostly just gets embarrassed and drops it.

It honestly hadn't really dawned on him until he asked you to go train with him and you'd refused.

Sure, you could overtime work yourself up to be a shinobi again, but at this point in your life, that just wasn't the dream anymore.

Madara Uchiha

He thinks you're being stupid.

This world is all about power and you're choosing to be blind?

Idiotic.

You may be his wife, but he ignores you for quite some time after you make it clear there will be no eternal in your future.

It's an easy justification for him; he doesn't mingle with the weak.

Life gets pretty lonely after he decides to completely shut you out. Yeah, he sees Hashirama and makes his round through the compound, but it's not the same.

It isn't until he sees you in the village, going about life as you had months ago, that he starts to think maybe he was too hasty.

After all, he had married you for many reasons, and a big one was how skilled you were at adapting.

That night, when he finally returns home, he decides to sleep in your marital bed, not in the guest room.

The next day, he joins you for breakfast.

He came home early from his duties for the first time in a while.

He even started speaking to you once again.

You don't say anything right away. You know how he is about changing his mind, and you aren't willing to push your luck.

Things slowly get better over the span of a few weeks, and that's when you decide it's time to question him.

"I take it you've come to terms with my decision?"

"Of course not. I still think you're a fool."

Just the answer you'd expect.

"But I have missed you dearly."

You smile at him.

Hashirama Senju

The eternal was never something either of you had considered, so when your vision eventually dulled, it was fully expected.

Times were peaceful at the moment, so he had no need to worry for your safety.

You were almost always near someone willing to lay their life down for you- himself, Tobirama (reluctantly), or Madara - so there truly was no need to stress.

He helped as much as he could while also attending to his duties as Hokage.

Unlike Naruto, he had true patience. He happily held your hand every step of the way.

It wasn't long before your life was back on track, no longer burdened by the anxiety that came with cluelessness.

While Hashirama had preferred it never come to this in the first place, he was happy that things had worked out as best as they possibly could.

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year ago

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hii baby! I know you're not taking requests right now but maybe if you're looking for inspiration you could do some headcanons or something with the Uchiha's and spending a cold winter night with them? Like what are their favorite ways to keep warm? It can be NSFW or sw hehehe

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of trauma, mentions of drinking, kissing, non-massacre AU word count: 1.4k pairings: Sasuke Uchiha x Fem!Reader, Itachi Uchiha x Fem!Reader and Madara Uchiha x Fem!Reader a/n: I know this is going against my hiatus mention, but I've been wanting to write this request for so long! I hope you all enjoy, and if it gets popular enough, I might write a part 2 with Shisui, Obito and Izuna!

He’ll act like he doesn’t want the comfort and the company, but inside he’s dying for you to come over. Especially if it’s cold and there is snow falling outside. He’ll wait for you at his home in the old Uchiha compound, a fire burning bright in the fireplace.

You brave the winter cold for your lover, and you find him in comfortable clothes just waiting for you. Sasuke pretends to be nonchalant about the whole affair, but in reality he is so happy not to spend another lonely night alone.

You two settle by the fireplace, and he finds you something of his to wear. Once you’re both snuggled together, he mentions making some stew for dinner and for you both to spend the evening together fireside.

Sasuke and you prepare the food in the kitchen together, humming to some silly songs and bumping into one another every now and then. It puts a smile on his face to see you breathe life into this place after everything that’s happened.

After dinner, you help him clean up. You’re so good to him, it really warms his heart. Then you two head back towards the fireplace, a blanket is wrapped around the both of you. A bottle of wine is passed back and forth.

It doesn’t take Sasuke long to pounce on you. His lips are hungry for you. His touch is desperate. His hand caresses you all over as he begins to undress you. With the wine and the fire, things are heating up so fast.

Then he pushes you down onto the ground, his lips attaching to your neck and kissing down to your breasts as he removes your shirt. You look so beautiful like this, your cheeks so flushed and your eyes heavy with lust. Sasuke feels a warmth so deep inside of him,

He kisses you sweetly as he begins thrusting into you, the blanket on top of you both to keep the heat between you two. He feels so in love right now. Nothing could make this situation any better.

But he’s proven wrong when you cup his face and bring him in for such a romantic and loving kiss. You put so much love into everything you do with Sasuke, and while he thinks you’re too good for him, you prove to him that he deserves love.

He cums so deep inside of you, with a loud cry of love. It’s all so passionate and sensual as he rides out his high. As he slowly comes down, he rests his head on your breasts and catches his breath. Then he looks at you and you see all that love in his eyes. “Will you always stay with me?” He asks, a blush on his cheeks. “I’ll never leave.” He knows you mean it too.

You’re on a mission with Itachi to the Land of the Snow. You knew it would be cold, so the two of you decided to pack for the worst. You knew it could get stormy out there too sometimes. You didn’t want to be without.

Arriving in the village, you and Itachi are glad for dressing very warmly. You pull your coat around you even tighter, and you’re grateful for changing your footwear to something more weather appropriate.

At the inn, you’re given a room with a private onsen. It has lots of windows so you’re able to look out at the beautiful starry skies as you soak in the tub. Before you can even get a good dip, you and Itachi are getting your mission done first.

As you are both very important members of the ANBU, Itachi and you are there to gather intel. He leads you into one of the buildings, and he notices just how much the cold is affecting you. He holds onto your hand tightly, making sure you aren’t too chilly.

After you gather the intel there, you and Itachi move onto the next place. This goes on for a few hours, and Itachi grows even more concerned for you. You’re shuddering as the chilly wind blows harshly and leaves your cheeks all red and chapped.

Once back at the inn, Itachi orders you both some room service. He figures some warm stew and some sake could help get the chill out of your bones. You sit by the heater, warming yourself up. Itachi sits near you and the two of you eat to your heart's content.

After you’ve had your fill of food and a few cups of sake, Itachi suggests a nice dip in the onsen. He helps you undress and you do the same for him, caressing his beautiful body. You’re excited to be here with the love of your life.

The water is just perfect as you both slip into the bath. Itachi keeps you close to his body, his arms wrapped around you as you lean against his chest. His hands slip into the water as he begins kneading your plush thighs.

“Pretty girl,” he purrs against your neck. He nips at your soft skin and you let out a soft moan when you feel his adept fingers brushing against your clit. Itachi has no problem getting you so riled up like this. He could easily make you cum.

Before you know it, he has you sinking down on his erect cock. The two of you let out sweet moans of pleasure as you settle back down against him. You feel safe in his embrace, and more than aroused as he begins to start up his slow and steady pace that has you dizzy. You know this will be the perfect way to end such a chilly mission.

It’s a late winter night, and Madara can’t sleep. He’s plagued with all sorts of nightmares and traumatic thoughts. He sits by the fire, contemplating his life. He wonders what he could have done to make things different for himself and for others.

As he thinks about this, you wake up in your bed without him. You wonder if he needs some time alone. You aren’t a stranger to the way things are for him. Especially in the dead of the night in the middle of winter. It’s too quiet for him to really get any kind of peace.

You find him by the fire, and you drape a blanket over his shoulders. He hums happily when he feels your warmth. There’s only a few people who can pull him out of this funk, and you’re the one who truly knows how to do it the best. He doesn’t know that he deserves you, but he’s grateful for you.

“Are you alright, love?” you ask in a sweet voice. He leans against your legs for a moment, looking up at you. You’re glad to see his Sharingan isn’t activated, which means he isn’t too caught up in his thoughts. You lean down and press a soft kiss to his forehead.

“I’m just lost in my thoughts, darling.” he says truthfully. He lets out a breath he was holding, and then you sit behind him. You wrap your arms around him, pressing your face in the wild mass of his hair and inhaling his beautiful scent.

He doesn’t need much more to calm him down. He turns around to face you, pressing soft kisses all over your pretty face. Madara is so enamored by you, he knows that you’re the most precious thing to him in this life. He’d do anything to keep you close and safe.

He lays you down on the blanket you brought to keep him warm. The wind blows loudly outside, making you both shiver. But the warmth of him pressing himself against you quickly warms you up. You kiss him passionately as he settles himself on top of you.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as you begin making out. His saliva tastes so good to you, it’s making your heart race like nothing else. You’ve always loved the way he kissed you like he was so hungry for you. It makes you feel so special and so desired.

His eyes are dark with lust, but the moment he undresses himself and he’s able to push his hard cock into your slick heat, his Sharingan activates. You’ve always told him not to waste his powers on you, but he’s admitted that it happens involuntarily sometimes whenever you two are intimate.

He rocks his hips as his cock fills you up. Madara feels all of his stress begin to melt away as you wrap your legs around him. Naughty words as well as sweet praises fall from his lips. He’ll be able to sleep after he fills you with his sticky seed a few times tonight.

#bacon.writes #sasuke x reader #sasuke x you #sasuke x y/n #Uchiha sasuke x you #Uchiha sasuke x reader #madara x reader #madara x you #madara x y/n #Uchiha madara x you #Uchiha Madera x reader #itachi x you #itachi x reader #itachi x y/n #Uchiha itachi x reader #Uchiha itachi x you #Uchiha x reader #Naruto x you #Naruto x reader

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fireblossomdoll · 9 months ago

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Ups and Downs

Synopsis: You're pregnant and having mood swings today, but Madara makes you a snack

Content: Uchiha Madara x Reader, f!reader, pregnant!reader, pregnancy!!, fluff, crack, mood swings

Word count: 987

A/N: A request from anon <3 (here are hcs about Madara and pregnant!reader)

You were already in the third trimester of your pregnancy. You couldn’t wait for your baby to come. You had picked and decorated a room with Madara, both of you really wanted this child.

You decided to go to the market today to buy a little charm you had heard of. You had seen some children wrapping these cute pendants on their kunai, so you wanted one for your baby. The streets weren’t very crowded today, making for the perfect day out.

When you got to the store, you couldn’t find the charms. You had asked a few kids where they had gotten theirs and all of them led you here. Yet, as you searched the shelves, you couldn’t find the damn thing. Even worse, there was no staff in sight. You marched further into the store, looking for someone who could help you, and you started to think this trash place was empty.

“Hello?” You asked, annoyingly to no response.

“Hellooo??!!” You asked again, raising your voice so that the store’s useless employee could hear you.

An ugly, greasy looking guy appeared from behind one of the shelves.

“Hello, ma’am! How may I help you?” He said with his ugly smile. He sounded so nice it made you frown immediately.

“Finally! Where are you people hiding the cute charms I’ve seen around?”

“Uh, our kunai decor?”

“Are you dense? Yes, the kunai charms.” You were getting increasingly irritated by this.

“We’re unfortunately out of stock of this item.” He said, still with that hideous smile.

“The hell you mean, out of stock?! I’ve seen it everywhere!”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. It is indeed one of our most popular products, and because of that, it’s currently sold out.”

“Argh!”

You were exasperated and left the store in a bad mood. You just wanted to do a nice thing for your baby, but everyone seemed to be against you today.

As you walked back home, more people started to come to the streets. Of course, you couldn’t even have this one thing.

In front of your house, you saw your roses blooming. They were so pretty! You remembered how Madara helped you find the seeds, plant them and take care of them. Even if he didn't really want to garden, he still helped you grow these beautiful roses.

Madara had taken such good care of you during this pregnancy. You loved him so much, you couldn’t have asked for a better husband. He always made sure to not let you use too much effort, and he smelled so nice.

He would let you play with his hair while he cooked you breakfast, lunch and dinner. His hair was so soft and long, you loved fiddling with it. Oh yeah, sometimes it would smell like roses if you two worked with them for too long. And he would cook for you. Such delicious food, but maybe not what you wanted right now. You wanted something lighter and sour, like a green apple. But also very sweet, like honey.

As you wandered through the living room, you heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the house. You went towards Madara's office and put you ear on the shoji to listen to what he was saying.

“–find the scrolls? –”

“ –working on it. The team hasn't–”

You couldn’t hear it properly, but what they were talking about didn't matter. You knocked and waited. Nothing happened so you knocked again, with a little more force.

“Hmm? Come in.” You heard Madara's deep voice come through.

You opened the shoji, seeing Madara and Hikaku with some scrolls laying on the table. Both looked back at you, as you stayed halfway hidden by the shoji, not really entering the room.

“Madara,” You dragged his name a bit.

“Yes?” He gave a little cute smile.

You looked down and around the round before continuing, “I wanted something to eat,” He arched an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but you kept going, “Some apples dipped in honey would be very nice, you know?”

“Right now, dear? I'm in the middle of something,”

“Please? Cut apples with honey sounds so good, though,” You insisted.

He sighted and stood up.

Did you bother him too much? Maybe he was tired of working and trying to get done was fast as possible, and you made him late. Or maybe he was very concentrated and you interrupted all his thoughts by coming here. “Are you mad at me?”

“What? No, my love, I'm not bothered at all, just getting up,” Madara looked in your eyes, “This wasn't so important, Hikaku can deal with it by himself.”

“So it was important matters that I–”

“Not at all, let's get going,” He interrupted you and pointed towards the hallway, “Shall we?”

You followed him to the kitchen, where he picked a couple of green apples from a basket.

“You should sit down,” He told you as he grabbed a knife.

You sat down by the table and kept looking at Madara as he prepared your snack. He looked so good today, it made you smile.

When he finished cutting the apples, he poured honey into a small bowl. You were very happy with how things were looking. The honey and the apples looked delicious, you couldn't wait for Madara to bring them to you.

“Now, now, here's whatever this is supposed to be.”

Madara placed two bowls in front of you, the sliced apples and the honey.

“Yay! Thank you!” You said as you reached out to grab one apple slice.

He walked to your side and bowed his upper body until he was slightly above your head. “No problem. Try not to make a mess with the honey, okay?” He told you before kissing your temple.

“Sure,” You said with your mouth full of apple and honey. “It's so sweet!”

“Well, it is honey,” He giggled, leaving you in the kitchen.

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nanaloveswo-men · 4 months ago

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FEEL LIKE I AM HUMAN - PROLOGUE

pairing: tobirama senju x fem!reader

summary: Tobirama despised the infamous Uchiha clan, and Hashirama knew it well. Yet, Hashirama was certain that his brother would like one Uchiha in particular—if only a little. (Or, Madara's worst nightmare was about to come true).

warnings: fluffy, angst with happy end because I'm a romantic, suggestive topics, emotional themes, explicit scenes (eventually).

author notes: hello! i'm back with my pretty boy tobirama, hope you like it! as always, i'm sorry for about the spelling, grammar isn't my strong suit

chap.1

PROLOGUE - 0

Tobirama has fought for his life since he was born.

Father said that they thought he was dead when he came to the world. Unlike other babies that cry and scream, when mother gave birth to Tobirama, he didn’t make a sound. The midwife pinched his cheek and slapped his butt, but he was quiet, and his tiny limbs stood still.

Only when mother cried for the loss of his son, Tobirama made a sound. He cried, loud, that even those who weren’t inside the room could hear. The midwife was relieved, and as soon as he was clean, she delivered the baby to his mother’s arms.

Mother’s chest and arms were warm, they felt as comfortable as her womb, but Tobirama kept crying as hard as before. Mother caressed his tiny face with her fingers, shooing her baby, showing to him that he was okay now, and she would take care of him.

Slowly, she took one of his cold hands into her bigger one, tears welling up in her eyes. He was so small, and only for a moment, he was all hers. In mother’s arms, head on her chest, Tobirama did not belong to the war or to the shinobi world, for some minutes, he belonged to her.

Mother felt the tears she was holding back streaming down her face when Tobirama closed his little hand around her index finger. For a newborn, he had a strong grip, and mother understood.

Tobirama had a strong grip on life, and he would survive, no matter the circumstances, no matter how hard things would be for him.

Tobirama would live.

For a few more minutes, mother holds her son while he still belongs to her. While life is still kind to him.

...

Mother’s last wish was for Tobirama to be happy. Two of her children were already dead, and she knew that Hashirama would become a great man, with a big family and a lovely wife. It was written in his eyes that he would be fine. So, in her last days, she prayed that Tobirama could find his own way to be happy.

He was a difficult child, but his heart was pure, and she wished only the best for him.

Just like years before, when Tobirama was born, mother held her baby tightly against her chest. For one last time she brushed his white hair, caressed his face and kissed his forehead.

Unlike years before, now Tobirama didn’t belong to her alone, the world had claimed him. Life made his tiny body grow, and his hands no longer sought for hers when he is scared anymore. Slowly, but firmly, Tobirama was becoming a man.

Mother looked at her son, he was lying beside her on the bed, his head pressed on her chest, searching for her warm, but she was cold now. She smiled, Tobirama was breathing.

As mother's life drew to an end, Tobirama was still here—alive. She couldn’t have been prouder of him, or of herself

‘Please, be kind to him.’ She whispered.

“Mom?”

The baby talks back, but mother can’t hear him anymore.

...

The young daughter of Tajima Uchiha keeps growing. The elders say that Tajima should start searching a well-suited husband for her, but the matriarch insists that her daughter will have free will to choose her lover. The Uchiha leader agrees with the elders, but he decided to guarantee his wife’s wish. For now, at least.

Tajima feels his heart hurt when he looks at his daughter. She is running in his direction, big, fatty tears running down her face while her little hands carry a bird. The animal is probably dead, and his daughter is crying, mourning the cruelty the bird went thought. He should tell her that life is hard, and animals – people - die, but he can’t. The ruthless leader of the Uchiha clan has a soft sport on his heart reserved for his daughter. So, he hugs her, promising that the bird is in a better place with his family.

She is still young, but Tajima can see that she will be a kind woman in the future. Unfortunately, the world they live in doesn’t appreciate good people.

Tajima doesn’t pray, but at that moment, he silently asks the Gods to protect his daughter and keep her heart safe.

#naruto #senju tobirama #tobirama x reader #naruto founders #hashirama senju #tobirama senju x reader #madara uchiha #uchiha izuna #romance #fluffy

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kurokawaia · 6 months ago

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❛ SHE'S PASSED OUT❜

‧₊˚. 𝐹𝐸𝒜𝒯𝒰𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 :: Uchiha Sasuke x fem!reader, Uchiha Itachi x fem!reader, Uchiha Madara x fem!reader, Otsusuki Indra x fem!reader

⋆·˚ ༘ * WARNINGS :: (overall warnings, will be specific in individual) passing out during sex, praise, degradation, overstimulation, creampie, no protection, missionary, prone bone, cow girl, riding, doggy, slapping, begging, slight? choking, SOMNOPHILIA, oral -> female receiving, hair pulling/tugging, use of a safe word + more (total word count 4.7k+)

𝒫𝑅𝒪𝑀𝒫𝒯 :: Passing out during sex with Uchiha men (bc it's too overwhelming) and having to get tapped back in .ೃ࿐

HONEY'S A/NOTE :: if this isn't your cup of tea then simply scroll past. I do not condone this behaviour in real life, this is purely fictional, meaning it isn't real. Also, this is made off of the same writing from the BSD version of this!! so its the same but diff character inserts

m.list | naruto m.list | uchiha m.list

‧₊˚. UCHIHA SASUKE :: missionary, prone bone, overstimulation, cervix fucking, no protection, he's kinda mean here, creampie, slight somnophilia -> fucks you slowly while your passed out before you come back in, pet names 'darling' + more? (wc :: 900+)

Your body shuddered under him, causing your grip on his hands to weaken. Your hips were secured, and then his power hoisted you onto your knees as a bicep encircled your neck, lifting your head.

Your head was lifted from the futon with as you weakly propped yourself up on your elbows, the grip was not firm.

You arched your back heavily, able at last to sink further into his embrace. Sasuke leaned over, drawing you near to him and initiating a messy, moist kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting out grunts as he absorbed your sounds of pleasure.

Sasuke groans in satisfaction, praising you for taking him so deeply as he intensified the pressure on your back. He observed as your ass pressed against his lower stomach, gazing at your cunt with dark irises.

Watching as your strides pulled him in, creating a luscious white halo of desire around his .

"I'm making you feel so good, am I not?" Sasuke moaned, his head tilting down, sweat forming on his forehead as he witnessed you unraveling and shaking from his cock, soft moans escaping your full lips.

Sasuke groans, "I'm going to satisfy you completely."

"Please, I want to come," you plead, craving the release, your desperation evident as tears flow down your flushed face.

Your body tightens around him as he quickens his movements, effortlessly adjusting to the rhythm while your cries of pleasure grow louder.

"Oh, darling," he chants in your ear, followed by a deep groan that caused your insides to tighten around his.

You are unable to grasp any thoughts that flooded your mind.

"Come on," he muttered and you convulsed around him as your climax engulfed you, your legs trembling under his increased pressure.

His didn't decrease, making you whimper from being overstimulated, but Sasuke aided in it, his movements of the hips still pushing against yours, assisting you in enduring my climax as he pursued his own. Letting out a moan, he pressed his lips to yours once more while thrusting his hips forcefully against you, releasing his seed inside you which made you gasp into the kiss.

And as you sensed more of his cum filling your fertile womb, coating your inner walls in white, you could almost imagine your belly swelling from the sheer amount of his cum inside you already inside you.

"Sasuke!" you gasp when he wasn't stopping, lifting your body, manhandling you to your back.

Sasuke groans, "Quiet."

Your hands were now pinned above your head with one of his hands, all you could do was tighten your legs around his waist and arch your back further into his advances. Although, you weren't quite sure how much you could hold out now. Your body is aching so badly, and you could feel a haze floating around your body as you become weaker.

Whimpers left your throat, your clit throbbing with a painful need for more as his pelvis made contact with your bud with every thrust. Your head was lolled back, at the pleasure coursing through you, his thrusts got rougher, so rough your breasts bounced with every hit.

Your walls continued to squeeze him tightly, your whimpers filling his ear and you indulged in the way he let out breathy groans into your neck. A gasp leaves your mouth and so did Sasuke as you both came again, thrusting his cum deeper inside your walls.

"See," Sasuke hums. "Doing so good."

Fingers digging into your waist tighter, his cock twitching restlessly inside your gummy walls. He keeps thrusting into you without stopping. You could feel the cum slipping from your pussy, and your whimpers grew louder, walls clenching around his length.

"Wait," you moan out, beginning to see white dots and black in your vision. "Sasuke, wait, slow… sl-"

You clamped down onto his dick, squeezing him down tightly as you came again before you fell limp underneath him, he didn't seem to notice at that point. His head thrown back, thrusting into your cunt. Sasuke's fringe was stuck to his forehead as he breathed heavily. A frown comes onto Sasuke's face when he realises something, your squirming has stopped your your legs have fallen limp to the futon.

Looking down, a smirk comes onto his face, his thrusts becoming slower, but not ever leaving your cunt, watching your breath hitch with every thrust. “huh?" Sasuke hums confused looking down at your peaceful expression.

“Now, now,” he murmurs, kissing your neck, leaving red hickies all over your collarbone. “This isn’t exactly the time to take a nap, is it?”

He taps your cheek lightly, his cock still thrusting in and out of your cum filled pussy. “Come on, wake up."

As you start to stir, your eyes slowly opening, Sasuke smirks. “There she is,” he says softly, leaning closer as his fingers gently brush your hair back from your face.

Your head feels heavy, and you blink up at him, disoriented. “Sasuke…?”

"Shhh," he coos. "'was taking good care of you while you fell asleep on me."

His thrusts speed up and you cum so hard, it feels like every system is shutting down. "Sasuke!"

It’s as if that orgasm took his edge off because he takes his time now, dragging his mouth over your stomach, kissing the curves of your breasts. It wasn't too long before his own cum spills inside your pussy, a white ring forming around the base of his cock, his and your own cum mixed in.

"I think I should make you pass out more," Sasuke smirks down at you.

‧₊˚. UCHIHA ITACHI :: oral -> female receiving, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fingerwarming??? (if thats a thing lmao), fingering, passing out, getting tapped back in, praise, begging, hair pulling, pret name 'sweetheart', oral -> male reveicing + more (wc :: 1.2k+)

You were trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging on his cock, using your hand to jerk off the reminder that didn't fit into your mouth. Itachi's moans grew louder before he struggled to maintain a still stature. Itachi began to move your head through the tuffs of your hair, your movements not your own as you removed your hand and let him take control.

He moans, "Feel so good, you're such a good girl, taking me so well."

Your panties just became more soaked than they already were as you moaned helplessly on his cock at the praise and a breathy laugh left his throat, and it made your tummy tingle.

When you take him carelessly and put him into your mouth, tears well up in the doe's eyes. Your cunt was soaking wetter by the moment, and the whimpers coming out of his mouth made it even more likely that he would soak your pants.

Itachi started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth.

A groan leaves his moan as he stroked your head lovingly, "Oh, you're so good, such a good girl, good for me. Now.. let me return the favour, sweetheart."

So now, you are down beneath Itachi, with your head thrown back against the soft pillow beneath your head, your legs slung over his shoulders. Additionally, a little pillow was placed beneath your hips, so if Itachi felt like eating your cunt, he could take as much time as he liked.

"'tachi," you whimper out as his nose bumps against your clit, tongue lapping at your soaked folds.

"Mmmmm," he hums against your clit as he moved his mouth from your entrance, the vibrations causing you to gasp out in pleasure.

You don't know how long you have been here for, but you do know that Itachi had drawn out three orgasms from you, an hour you thought, he had you here for an our. As much as Itachi loved to eat you out and indulge in your essence, he loved to edge you, so you'd be squirming under him.

Arching your back, your cunt only pressed further into Itachi's face, you just wanted to have your release, you body was aching, aching so much. You could see stars every time he curls his fingers into your sweet spot, but he wasn't doing that right now, his fingers were just resting inside your tight heat.

"Itachi," you whine subtly, you just wanted him to hurry up, but he was taking so long

Every stripe of his tongue on your clit made your body shudder, so much so that you felt as if you were doing to pass out. Although, you thought that if he would go any faster, you would in fact pass out, so you were in a bit of a predicament. Going slow, just made you exhausted and any faster you would pass out.

"You'll be alright," Itachi reassures, of course he'd know that you'd be alright, he is the smartest, isn't he?

"I don't… don't think I will," you moan.

"Yeah you will."

Gosh, he was so hard to talk back to.

A whimper leaves your mouth when he places a kiss on your clit and your thighs clench around his head. You attempt to arch away from the overwhelming sensation but Itachi grip keeps you in place.

"Itachi," you moan out. "Feels so good, making me feel so good."

He loves praise and you love giving it to him.

You could feel Itachi hum against your drenched folds. "C'mon, you have to say more than that, sweetheart," he urges.

Once more, Itachi's nose brushes up against your delicate clit, and your grip on his hair tightened. A satisfied sigh seeps through him into your folds as a mewl from your full lips. As he sucked your clit between his lips and flicked your sensitive bud with his tongue, Itachi was eagerly moving his head in motion to get a full dive into your cunt.

You whimpered before answering, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, "Mmmmm~ Itachi, you know me so well, making me-- feel s' good," you slur, drunk on pleasure.

His tongue climbs up from your wet hole to your clit while you let out a moan. Your thighs tighten around his head as a result of his advances, and as you grind down on his face, a moan echoes through your clit.

Your lips were filled with chants of his name, and he relished every moment of it. Itachi's two fingers inside your cunt began to move once more, you eyes widened, your back further arched into his face, thighs clenching tighter around your head.

"Itachi, f-feels s' good," you moan, tears welling in your lash line, he was making you feel so good.

His finger pressed up against that soft spot inside your walls. Itachi was slow with his pace as he curled his fingers every time he entered your cunt, along with sucking and licking at your puffy, sensitive clit.

"See taking it so well," Itachi moans against you, refusing to rut his hips into the futon, this was your pleasure, not his own.

A moan arouses from you and your hips grind themselves onto his face. He let you for once have some sort of control over the situation, and he decided that if you came quicker he'll let you do it more often. "That's it," he praised.

You cry his name through broken letters, and he moves more quickly and needily, and the one hold he had on your leg tightens. Your fingers encircled his locks to prevent him from moving and force him to breathe more deeply into your folds as your tummy coil tightened.

The grunts just served to tip you over the brink, and when he pressed his tongue firmly against your clit, you let out a low-pitched scream. Your stomach coil parted, drenching his face in liquid.

With your soaked pussy flowing out from your swollen folds, he carefully withdrew his fingers. You softly mewls in overstimulation and plants a kiss on your clit before going right back in, but faster and your thighs clamp shut.

"Itachi!" you moan, chest heaving. "Too much, sensitive, wait!"

"Just one more," Itachi moans, hips rutting into harder into the futon, he too wanted to cum, you looked so pretty here and tasted so divine, he just needed to.

You really couldn't do it anymore, well you wanted too but you could see the black dots and stars covering your vision. You believed you could endure. But you couldn't as you fell limp under the detective. Your thighs loosened significantly and the strong grip you had on Itachi's hair went slack, and your back fell flat to the covers.

He noticed instantly, his head coming out up from between your thighs, your cum all over his chin and mouth. But, he wasn't concerned about that right now.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly. He quickly checked your pulse.

He lifted you gently, removing the pillow beneath your lower back. As you stirred back to consciousness.

“You’re awake,” he said relieved. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” you murmured, still disoriented.

“Take it easy,” he instructed, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving too fast. “You passed out. That’s not something to ignore.”

You could see the concern in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not your fault,” he replied, his voice calm. “But we’ll take things slower next time.”

‧₊˚. UCHIHA MADARA :: mating press, somnophilia, overstimulation, passing out during sex, use of safe work (red), breeding, no protection, cumming multiple times -> not managing to say it before passing out, praise, degrading? + more? (wc :: 1.2k+)

Your body folded into a tight mating press under Madara's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Madara's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.

"Madara," you mewl out through sobs. "It's too much."

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt, you see stars every time you gush around his cock.

Madara lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your moan, and you had the same effect on him.

"You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You're going to take me, sweetheart, going to take everything I give you.

"Feels s' full though, Madara," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. Madara drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done.

But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

"Sweetheart, please," Madara whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Continue f'r me?"

"'mmmm m'kay, be gentle," you huff. "So rough before, Madara."

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of your needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Madara was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Madara was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, my love," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Taking it real good, such a slut."

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Madara's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.

You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but… Too much, Madara. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, sweetheart, you can hold out," he coos.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Madara."

Madara hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.

"Good girl, taking me so deep," Madara groaned, pulling away from your mouth.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Madara groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Madara groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.

His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper, but Madara didn't seem to understand your predicament, you were so fucked out, your mind running laps in stars and your vision blurring. You began to see stars in you peripheral vision. "Slow down! Madara! Hurts!" you managed to whimper out but you could feel yourself slipping. "Re-…."

You head falls limp to the pillow, a scrunched but peacful expression falling on your face, Madara was too pussy drunk to even notice for the first couple of seconds. He feels your hands slip from his hair, that's only when he notices, when he really looks at you. Madara's eyes widen in absolute confusion. Madara freezes mid-motion, his black eyes widening.

"{Y/n}?" He calls out confused. His hand rises to your face, tucking away a strand of hair from your forehead as he gently tapped your cheek to wake you up. "Wake up." After nothing, his eyebrows rise. He feels your pulse, his fingers hovering just over the skin of your neck. Your pulse is there but your knocked out. "Damn it," he mutters under his breath. He pulls you gently into his arms, laying you down carefully as he watches over you. Minutes pass. When you finally begin to stir, you hear his voice before you even fully regain your senses. "You're awake," he says. "What were you thinking, pushing yourself this far?" You blink up at him. "I... didn't mean to," you manage to say. "Don't mean to?" He leans down closer. "Do you realize what could have happened if I wasn't paying attention? You passed out beneath me. You're lucky I noticed when I did." He releases your chin, his fingers trailing down along your jaw before releasing you completely, but he doesn't back up. "I didn't mean to," you whisper, as embarrassment wells up in your chest. "It was just. too much." Too much?" he repeats. "You'd think you knew your limits better by now." You hang your head. "I thought I could manage it. Madara chuckles. "Apparently, you thought wrong. Amusing, really. For one that tries so hard to keep up, you still have a long way to go." Your gaze once more meets his. "Perhaps you simply did too much." "Me? Did too much?" He replies, catching at your chin. "You were the one who passed out, remember? If anyone did too much, it was you." His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, sending a shiver coursing down the length of your spine. "Next time," he murmurs lowly, "I'll make sure you can handle it. We're not done yet." "Madara." you start off, his hand moving from your chin to trail down the length of your neck. "I'll take care of you," he whispers, his voice dropping to a whisper while his lips hover close to your ear. "But don't think for one second that I'm going to let you off easy. Next time, I'll push you even further. And you'd better be ready for it."

‧₊˚. OTSUTSUKI INDRA :: somnophilia, doggy?? bent over a desk??, rough sex, cockwarming, degredation + more? (wc :: 1.3k+)

God, you didn't know how long you've been sitting here for, your back flush against Indra's back with his cock snug inside of you. Writing practice, writing practice. Why did he more than usual all of a sudden?

Not only was the amount of calligraphy bugging you, every time you move, it could be only a slight movement, you would instantly come on his cock. Indra's cock was nudged so deep inside you, resting right against your cervix.

The only problem was, was that every time you did come, Indra's arm, which was tightly wrapped around your waist, got tighter, rendering your more from movement.

"{Y/n}," Indra hums, his mouth close to your ear and you pushed down a moan. "You are making it very hard for me to practice."

Forcing down a mewl, you managed to reply, "S-Sorry, Indra."

"You are? Well... you are making quite the mess as well," he continues, his hand moving lower and you hold your breath in anticipation.

You immediately cover your mouth with a shaky hand, your legs trembling further as Indra's skilled fingers began to press down onto your sensitive nub.

"I-Indra," you moan muffled again your palm.

"You're being loud as well," Indra mummers, almost in a disappointed tone. "Can't have that now, can we?"

It only took a few singular moments to which you were now getting bent over his desk, a loud gasp falling past your lips at the action. Paper go flying everywhere while Indra's cold hand trails up the back of your thigh, hiking your skirt up higher to your hips, getting a better angle to see your cunt.

He hums in thought, seeing how that his pelvis and lower abdomen is soaked with your cum, now dripping down his balls.

"Indra, please," you whimper.

"Please, what? {Y/n}?" he hums, wanting to hear your answer.

"Move, please, Indra," you replied, all you wanted was for him to begin to move.

"Alright," Indra says simply. "I'm gonna do as I please, and your going to take all of it."

Your eyes widened and before you could register it, he pulled out, just so his tip was insight your seeping hole before slamming into your cunt.

"Indra!" you moan, your hands were now pinned to your back, his singular hand holding your wrists while the other digs into the flesh on your wait, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Indra's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"Look how you take me in," Indra grunts.

Indra's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside. Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Indra rolled his hips into yours.

A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides. Indra's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

You couldn't, your legs were spread widen and you were pinned to the desk His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of my needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Indra was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Indra was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment.

"I'm listening, don't be so loud," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Found it haven't I?" Indra hummed.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Indra's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.

"Y-yeah," you sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, Indra. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, how contradicting he thought your words were, you were denying your body the release that you so desperately needed.

"Looks like you pussy is saying something else," Indra added. Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. Your body trembled beneath him. Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Indra hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.

"Good, taking me so deep," Indra groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper. He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with purple iris'.

Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock Indra groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

A satisfied smirk came onto Indra's face as he watched those tears that welled in your fluffy lash line spill down your smooth cheeks.

"Good girl ," Indra groans.

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate.

"See, you're doing good," He leaned down and mumbled in your ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"Please, please, please.""

"Go ahead," he moans and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.

His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, only he doesn't stop. It was too much, his balls slapping relentlessly against your clit and his cock hitting your soft spot every single time, it's too much.

You began to see black, white and yellow spots dancing in my vision as he refused to slow down, chasing his own high but before you. could even register, you were out, gone, asleep, knocked out, passed out.

Indra immediately noticed, because your loud racket of moans had completely ceased and a faint frown touches his lips, though no panic flashes across his face. Indra tilts his head as he removes himself from your cunt, more interested know in you.

"{Y/n}," he called your name once. Since you didn't reply, he let out a sigh. His eyes narrowed and he sat back. He checked your pulse. Your heartbeat was regular. "Tch," he grumbled, Finally, you began stir, groaning softly as consciousness returned. Your eyes finally opened. "You've awakened," he said, his voice flat. You blinked confused, trying to push yourself up into a sitting position. "Indra… I…" "Don't talk," he growled, cutting you off. "You fainted." You swallowed hard, not knowing how to respond. "I didn't mean to… it was just…" "Reckless," he interrupted again. "You should've known better than to push yourself that hard." "I… I didn't realize…" "Obviously," he repeated. "You weren't prepared. "I wasn't expecting you to… slip up," he continued. "But now, we know where your limits are." "I'll… try harder next time," you stammered out. Indra cocked an eyebrow. "There won't be a next time if you don't learn from this." "Rest now," he ordered, then his eyes gentled. "You will need your strength."

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belit0 · 18 days ago

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Hello! Can I ask for a fem reader x Madara, where he is waiting for the reader to start ovulating to get her pregnant?

A strategist is a strategist no matter what

Madara Uchiha was a man of discipline, precision, and unrelenting ambition. He strategized wars with meticulous foresight, predicted enemy movements with terrifying accuracy, and now—now he was applying that same obsessive calculation to something far more intimate.

(Y/N) noticed it first in the way he stared at her—not in the usual, burning, intense way he always did, but with something sharper, more assessing. His gaze lingered too long, and whenever she moved, he seemed to be tracking her with a different kind of intent.

Then, there were the questions. Subtle, at first.

-You seemed irritable earlier. Are you feeling unwell? -Your appetite has changed. Do you feel fatigued? -Have you been sleeping deeply or waking up frequently?

She would have brushed it off as simple concern—except Madara was never this persistent about her health unless she was wounded. And then, one night, she woke up to find him sitting at the edge of the futon, arms folded, staring at the ceiling like he was solving the universe’s greatest mystery.

She blinked drowsily. -Madara? Why are you awake?-

His eyes flicked to her, sharp, intense. -You’re ovulating.-

Silence.

(Y/N) sat up slowly, rubbing her face. -I’m... what?-

He nodded, completely serious. -I’ve been keeping track.-

Oh. Oh no.

It all made sense now—the way he had been observing her, the sudden interest in her habits, the way he had been carefully adjusting their schedules so they spent more time alone at night. She gaped at him, caught between disbelief and something close to horrified amusement.

-You—Madara, that is the most bizarre thing I have ever heard—

-It’s logical.- His tone was unshaken, as if he was merely discussing a battle plan. -If I know your cycle, I can time our efforts accordingly.-

Efforts.

(Y/N) pressed a hand to her forehead. -You sound like you’re preparing for war, not trying to have a child.-

Madara’s brow furrowed. -Both require careful planning and execution.-

She stared at him. -You’re terrifying.-

He leaned closer, eyes dark, voice smooth. -Let me terrorize you then.-

…That was unfair. That was deeply unfair.

(Y/N) exhaled, shaking her head. -You cannot possibly expect me to just—just go along with this insane, militarized approach to—

Madara slid an arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap with effortless strength. -I expect you to understand that this is important to me. To us.- His lips brushed against the shell of her ear. -And I always get what I want.-

Oh, she was in so much trouble.

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luvcozy · 4 months ago

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Warring States Era!Madara X Blind! Soft! Angel! Wife! Reader

@opheliasadventures1 :- Requested

Warnings :- Mentions of War, mentions blood, death, established relationship, protective Madara, Madara, AFAB reader, fem reader, no mention or use of y/n, some mundane life things(?)

🔥 He would have your arm linked with his or just linking pinkies with you, that's not because he was awkward about your affection

🔥 The partial pride of his life in his early years back in the past the other half being his achievements

🔥 On the more relaxed and docile days it was you two taking walks, having tea, making dinner, gossiping to say the least as well

🔥 He just either wouldn't mind the casual display or something just more subtle, theirs no in-between either, either he wants all the affection he can take or little to almost none of it

🔥 But that's only around places that you're familiar with, also with making tea at times he's home- it makes his hair stand up like the fur in a cats back when your handling the hot kettle not him trying to be nice but also pushy about being able to do it

🔥 His little brother Izuna was surprised the first time he met you

🔥 He was invited over for dinner after his training and from all the times his big brother spoke of you- he never said you were blind!

🔥 Not that he cares or anything no- he loves you! You're beyond kind and sweet with him and you seem to balance out Madara pretty well

🔥 It was His father that was a different story...

🔥 The first time he met you, well let's just say it went with you and Madara leaving not too long after arriving

🔥 You didn't understand, did you do something wrong? Did you offend him? But Madara didn't let those thoughts wander long, drawing you out of them with a kiss to your cheek

🔥 His father was just a prick, making silent comments to him the entire time when you weren't close to him

🔥 How he should pick someone more capable than you were, pointing out directly how you, an Uchiha, one that was like a defect in his father's eyes, were born blind

🔥 It boils his blood and his mood is pretty much sour for the rest of the night, but he's a lot more affectionate the entire time

🔥 Not letting you out of his sight the whole time and not being but a few feet away from you, you could sense it all

🔥 So yeah, his father won't really come around to liking you anytime in the future

🔥 While that experience alone is a hard one, he's dealt with harder, both in the past and in current times

🔥 They were in active war afterall

🔥 So days, nights, noons, late at night, no matter how quiet he tried to be, you could always hear him stumbling over things for refusing to head to the medics first

🔥 Meaning it's you that's the one healing his wounds when he comes home

🔥 He's thankful that you can't see the blood and don't touch it, he's prideful in the battlefield and shows no shame, but you, his wife, he didn't want you to touch what was probably his or someone else's blood

🔥 Even with no chakra in your body, no visual prowess, you had the most skilled healing he's ever witnessed and felt

🔥 He's brought it up a few times with you but he never got a clear answer on any of the questions, so he's left puzzled

🔥 Even if it's not said he knows, maybe not wholly but he knows, so do you

🔥 It makes you giggle every time you catch him muttering so random things pointed at the secret or his late night left rambling when he thought you were asleep

🔥 You know you'll tell him, he knows it too, but it's the waiting game about it that annoys him with your soft teasing the most, he loves it

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blimbosworlddd · 4 months ago

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Nirvana: A Rock Lee Tale (Chapter 8)

Summary: Although your dating life with Lee is going swell, work and volunteering has put you on a tightrope. What drastic measures will be required for your drastic situation?

Notes: slow burn fic, afab/fem/black chubby reader.

Warnings: angst, cursing, petname usage, depictions of smoking, depression and anxiety, kissing, suggestive sexual themes, nudity.

Word count: 2.7k

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The tournament is in less than a month, and almost all of the students are on edge; Amanda constantly pressures her poor rival, Orchid, into sparring matches; Sasuke practically lives at the dojo; and Sensei Lee stays after hours to brainstorm combat strategies with Neji. Lee always advocated for individual fight styles in his teachings, honoring the reality that everyone is different. His students simply share the same art form.

And you are right there beside them, behaving less like a nurse and more like an emotional support crutch- a cheerleader, even. You don’t mind really, being a shoulder to lean on when the pressure gets to them. It makes you feel needed and appreciated, even though you work there several days a week now instead of weekly like you used to a few months prior. Even though you’re juggling a whole community’s morale on top of your actual job which endlessly drains the soul out of you. The early and late hours, the dwindling breaks, the high-stakes operations, the microaggressions. You really don’t mind it. Really.

You lounge on your queen-sized bed all cuddled up with your plushies. That white business card sits between your fingers, currently the subject of your fixed examination. His long, spiky hair. His piercing gaze. Something about Madara feels grossly grandiose and self-interested- but his graceful, eerily classy demeanor makes it hard to pinpoint.

Can his offer actually help remedy my stressful work life? Or will he worsen it?

Ion trust him for jack shit… but can I trust what his services will do for me?

Luckily, you and Lee are going on another date soon. That should get your mind off things…

It’s around a quarter to eleven in the morning when Madara’s eyes crack open from fresh slumber. His burly muscles flex against the sheets before taking a moment to sit up. After yawning a good amount of sleep away, the veteran leaves his bed decorated with two naked women snoring their mouths off. After throwing on a ruby silk robe for decency, Madara pads out of his room and makes his way to the kitchen island.

That is until the telephone ringing in his private office freezes his footsteps. He whips his head in its direction, curiosity peaking his immediate attention.

“Fuck it,” he whispers before turning his heel. The smell of brewing coffee can wait.

As soon as he seats himself, he plucks the phone from its cradle and raises it to his ear.

“Mr. Uchiha speaking?”

The raspy grovel of his morning voice provokes the arch of your back, but you compulsively bury such a riveting sensation. You did not call this man at the crack of dawn just to get off.

“What if I had conditions of my own?”

Madara’s sharp eyes widen, pleasantly surprised to hear your voice first thing in the morning.

“It’s nice to hear from you again,” he slouches against his leather chair and spreads his thighs. “I thought you already made up your mind about me.”

“Oh I have,” you retort calmly. “But I haven’t made up my mind about your offer.”

The older man savors the sweet texture of your voice. “Of course you haven’t. I’m quite the businessman, after all.”

The way this man talks alarms you: he likes to get too cryptic for your liking. “Well since you’re quite the businessman, I suggest you answer my questions carefully.”

Oh.

Aren’t you full of surprises?

“Mhmm.” He hums amusedly, enjoying how elegantly you speak despite your cold attitude. It’s cute. “And what might those questions be, sweetheart?”

You ignore the pet name no matter how much it replays in your head, “Will I have my own private office?”

Madara doesn’t miss a beat, “It’s already equipped with the necessary medical provisions. You can make whatever personal adjustments you like, of course.”

You swing your leg over the other, hovering your keyboard while using one of the hospital computers to browse any info related to the stranger you’re calling.

You wonder what Madara has done to afford such revenue he so generously revealed the first time y’all met. For some reason, he feels confident enough about his lucre to try and buy your services. On top of his claim that you can pick your work hours-

“Then.. What are your conditions for this job offer? And if you lie, I’ll know.”

Madara clicks his tongue, “You won’t, but I’ll still grant your request for honesty.”

Ceasing your mouse-clicking, you side-eye the phone in your hand.

“All of my terms are listed on a contract- which also documents the entirety of your labor rights. One of the main conditions to bring up is you permanently cutting ties with the Mighty Rock Dojo under my supervision.”

Fragmented memories of Lee and the students flash before your frightened eyes; precious, time-testing moments rush through your mind before you can even process them all. The veteran scoots his sleek rolling chair forward so he can rest his elbows on the Italian maple wood of his desk. His undirected gaze turns murky with anticipation, the corner of his lips tugging up the slightest bit.

“I really am glad you called, Miss Y/n. Now we can plan a time to meet in person and go over every detail. Choose any restaurant you please, I guarantee it won’t be a hassle.” Madara flicks a dismissive hand in the air.

“I have one more question for you, Mr. Uchiha.”

“And what might that be?” He muses while tapping his fingertips.

“Why does Sensei Lee hate you so much?”

Madara ceases all movement, instead using the silence in the air to think. He glances down at a small wooden box sitting beside his PC and opens it to pluck a cigar. He tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder to clip the tube-shaped tobacco. After that, he switches open his lighter and raises its flame to the cylindrical product.

Your grip on your phone tightens as you glare down at your lap. You can hear your pulse thumping in your ears. The man on the other line doesn’t expect the sudden kick he’s getting out of making you wait for his response, who knew you'd be so fun to push?

“Now, now, dollface.” Smoke blows through his nostrils after inhaling a hefty amount, and his black eyes narrow into a shameless leer. “If you wanted to know more about me you could’ve just asked me out.”

You hang up in defeat, “fuck you.”

Madara guffaws heartily at your brisk departure; for he was only getting started! After putting his cigar out, he returns his telephone to its cradle. Once he remembers that coffee he was looking forward to, Madara rises from his seat and meanders out of the office. The sound of tantalizing giggles reverberating from his master bedroom stops him in his path once again.

“Daddyyyy, where’d you go~?” A particularly sultry voice calls for him.

“Yeah baby, we miss you~.”

The dark-haired man sighs helplessly before turning his heel, “I guess one more hour couldn’t hurt.”

The plant conservatory is big and grand, like a palace housed by aristocrats. Except nature is what graces such hospitality, and is why you and Lee are sightseeing within it. You both stroll among the semi-transparent corridors of tree vines, wildflowers, and diverse cacti, followed by watching the glow of colorful fish ripple your reflections in the ponds.

You find yourselves sitting at a secluded bench while conversing with one another, aimlessly talking about whatever your hearts desire.

“You really are a trip man,” you side eye Lee with a lively smirk. “How did you even muster the courage to do something like that?”

“It was all or nothing,” Lee leans against the bench and rests his left arm comfortably behind your back. “Shika swore he could really give a damn, but deep down he loved it.”

That sounds exactly like Shika too, an unbothered individual who secretly sees the world as nothing less than his oyster. Of course, he orchestrated strategies to help Lee outsmart his opponents in fights before exclusively committing to real estate. And of course, he never told you about it.

You kiss your teeth with a petulant pout. “He never mentioned much about you.”

Lee ogles at you knowingly. “He never mentioned much about you.”

“Besides introducing me to your dojo,” you dwell on the moment you first stepped foot on the sparring mat. “He at least did that right.”

“Yeah,” Lee snickers gently before scooting closer to feel more of your heat. “He sure did.”

Anddd your sensei does it again, utterly enrapturing you with his contented grin and those eyes that shamelessly search for your soul. You can feel the weight of his brawny arm press gently against your upper back, a warm reminder of the thrilling safety he provides you. And when the closing proximity causes your knees to touch, an invisible jolt shocks through your core. You straighten your posture to stay focused.

“I uhh… I called that Uchiha guy recently.”

However, there is nothing anyone can say or do that would prepare you for how Lee’s face falls at your revelation: his expression frozen in place before his eyebrows slowly knit together in silent confusion and betrayal. You feel his arm steadily slipping away from your body and a violent chill assaults you with goosebumps. You haven’t felt this cold since the night Shikamaru dumped you. Lee remains quiet and instead lets his calmly offended stare do the talking.

“I-“A panicked exhale escapes your lips. “I just wanted to look for more options.”

“And what options might those be?” The bass in Lee’s voice comes off more accusatory than he intended, and the way you bite your bottom lip to keep it from quivering confirms that. “You don’t listen. Didn’t I tell you he’s a dangerous man?”

“Wha— and you aren’t?!”

All the tension in Lee’s face evaporates as your remark echoes through his mind. His big, enthralling eyes widen with fright as he continues to process the undeniable truth in your words. Your eyes shift to your lap, for you can no longer bear how this man looks at you.

You’re right, not even Lee can deny that he’s a lethal weapon when he chooses to be. It’s what got him through his bleakest moments. It’s a big part of what drew you to him, the way he looks so in control of his life and that no one can bring him down. But now you must re-examine what you want from this beautiful, irreplaceable relationship you’ve both nurtured.

“I’m trying to protect you,” Lee reasons as he lowers his gaze to try and meet yours.

You cradle your head in your hands and squeeze your delicate coils, “I don’t need your protection. I-I need stability. I need peace… At least he’ll pay me my money’s worth.”

“How is selling yourself to Madara gonna bring you any of those things? Talk to me, flower.” Lee cannot stand the way your back hunches, the way you’re slipping into your unforgiving mind rather than being here with him. “Didn’t you agree to just volunteer at Mighty Rock?”

“Yeah- but I can’t do it anymore! I just can’t,” you hate that Lee heard your voice crack desperately. That he can see you cracking desperately. And now, you refuse to lift your chin up. You refuse to let him see the tears again. You refuse to let him see the mess you’ve made of yourself again.

“I thought that I could handle it, that I could take it 'cause they need me y’know?”

They do, the man beside you thinks. But he remains silent, adamant about making sure he understands your disposition rather than projecting his needs onto your own.

“But my job- my real job…” you hiccup a few breaths to constrain your weeping, and the sound makes Lee want to die a little. “It’s tearing me apart…. It’s tearing me apart.”

The cherry on top is that this is nothing new for you. Time and time again you paid the spiritual price that nursing commands while trying to live a fulfilling life. But the one thing that’s always destroyed you is the unrelenting pride within that refuses to identify itself as a victim, and would rather flay your mental health than do so. You have honest-to-god never felt this brand of despair in your entire life.

You flinch at the instant, all-encompassing warmth surrounding you. Two solid, hefty arms pull you in until your face is smushed between Lee’s broad shoulders- his cologne mixed delectably with his natural musk. The way he holds you tight until there’s no space left between you combined with the feeling of his heartbeat makes you heady with bliss. You can’t move and you don’t want to.

“…Guy Sensei used to tell me this every time I felt like quitting taijutsu,” He coos lovingly. “Wanna hear it, baby?”

When you respond with a sniffle, you feel a deep chuckle reverberate from Lee’s chest.

“Okay,” he clears his throat which tugs at your lips a bit. “He’d say: If you lose your dream, you will suffer more than you do now… You and I are just fools who can’t live without… our warrior way. It’s our nindo.”

You feel Lee’s shirt absorb some of your tears as you take the time to process his words. With that statement alone, you can tell just how invaluable Lee and Might Guy’s bond is. The fact that Lee is willing to pass on such sacred wisdom to you from his sensei makes you feel like you’ve received a gift. Your chest blooms at the realization.

Lee unravels his arms and grips your shoulders so he can look at you. He can’t help but swoon at how adorable you look: with your puffy, tear-stricken face and pouty lips; your runny nose and slightly disheveled coils; the exhausted yet hopeful look in your reddened eyes. He could eat you up.

“I don’t know what your dream is, Y/n. But-“ Your man pulls out some napkins from his back pocket and gently wipes the wetness off your face. “There’s nothing worse than abandoning it. Don’t accept defeat, believe in what you want for yourself.”

Once your face is dry, he focuses on wiping the snot from your nose. His fingers carefully pinch your nostrils. “Blow,” he commands and you do exactly that because he’s taking care of you and you’re too emotionally exhausted to feel embarrassed about it.

After finishing, he tosses the used napkins in a nearby trash can and sanitizes his hands. “I mean- if it helps, just know that I believe in you. Okay?”

That’s when you grab his chin and collide your lips with his own. Lee’s eyes flutter shut as he moans quietly into your soft mouth, the sound alone makes you deepen the kiss. Your hand lets go of his jaw and falls to his brick wall of a chest to feel his heartbeat again. Lee lifts your legs with one arm and places them on his lap for more access, before cupping your round cheeks with his palms to pull you closer. He presses chaste kiss after chaste kiss on your plush lips, reveling at the wet sounds they make every time he pulls away.

“I love you… so much,” You sigh in between his smooches.

Lee reels back, “…Then let me protect you. Promise me you’ll stay away from him.”

His thick brows crease impassionately and you surrender to his vulnerable gaze, “I promise.”

Your date pulls you into his embrace once more and rests his chin on top of your head.

“And flower?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

You smile gleefully and hug him back, letting the feel of his sturdy body ground you. Lee stares at nothing in particular, simply satisfied with having you like this. But the thought of Madara even talking to you makes his eyes brim with aberrant rage. It makes his jaw clench with bloodlust.

He will not take my woman.

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