#madara x fem reader

[fireblossomdoll]

Hi there !

Is there a way you can do a small fix or even a headcanon on how madara would act with his pregnant wife being moody or having mood swings. And craving weird foods?

If you would be so kind to make a scenario when she interrupts his meeting to ask for food

Btw I love your works 💗💗

Madara x pregnant!Reader hcs

Content: Uchiha Madara x Reader, fem!reader, husband!Madara x wife!reader, pregnacy!!, fluff, humor, crack A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon!! This is my first request so it's very special to me. I don't really write or read fics with pregnancy, but I tried my best (─‿‿─)♡ I'm also trying to write a little fic about it rn!!

Husband!Madara was very happy when he found out that you were pregnant. He could barely believe that he was going to be a father and finally have the family he dreamed of.

Husband!Madara tried to find out all the information he could about pregnancies, so that he could assist you in any way you needed.

Husband!Madara got annoyed anyway when you would get mood swings. He knew that it was a normal symptom, but it still annoyed him. He would send others to get you some chamomile tea to calm you down.

Husband!Madara would find your weird cravings amusing, but try to talk you out of them unless they were somewhat normal. He wouldn't let you eat sand, no matter how crunchy it looked, but would try to get you some ice to chew instead.

Husband!Madara would fry whatever food you wanted. The first time tasted so incredibly good, so you kept asking for more.

Husband!Madara started seasoning the fried food with spicier peppers as your requests got weirder to discourage you from wanting more. Eventually, it got so spicy you started crying when you took a bite and he felt bad. So he stopped putting extra chilli, but at that point you were too scared of fried foods to ask for more.

[hanahaki270]

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ “You Belong to Me” ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

・❥・ Synopsis ・❥・ Having an Uchiha as an ex doesn’t mean anything. Once you’ve managed to make them fall for you, you’re basically stuck with them for eternity.

・❥・ Pairing ・❥・ Sasuke x Fem!reader

・❥・ A/N ・❥・ I finally decided to continue watching shippuden after having it on pause for 5 years.. yeahhh so I’m having a huge obsession with it rn. Also please feel free to send prompt requests for me to write! And I feel like I definitely could have written this out better but I was in a rush and stressed out about Job interviews so mb

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You finally gathered the courage within you to end your relationship with Sasuke. This wasn’t an easy decision. In fact it was tearing you apart. You still loved him. But the differences between your priorities and his were far too different to the point where they were conflicting with each other.

You might as well have been talking to a wall that day with how blank his expression was after you just announced how you were breaking up with him. The loud silence was killing you inside, does he not care at all?

♥︎

-You wanting to break up with him was like a jab at his ego. The Sasuke Uchiha. The last prodigy of his clan and you wanted to leave him? Though this enraged him, he refused to let you know it. He couldn’t let you have the satisfaction of knowing that this actually affected him.

-After you left the apartment he started to completely trash the place. Everything in it was obliterated into nothingness. But as soon as he went out in public he acted completely fine as if nothing happened.

-Anytime you were around he would make sure you saw him with other girls. He wanted to show you that he could be with anybody he desired without a problem, at any given second. Show you that you weren’t nothing special to him.

-He was lying. Because as soon as you left his vision he treated the girls like shit and pushed them aside after they served their purpose in making you jealous.

-He tried to sleep with random women in the village to further prove that he didn’t need you. (He was really just trying to convince himself) but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. None of them even compared to your beauty. Even the thought of another person lying on the bed you two once shared disgusted him.

-After weeks of this even Sasuke couldn’t believe his own facade. He craved you. He craved your smile, your laughter, Your touch. And is willing to do whatever it takes to remind you that you belong with him.

-He sucked up his pride and begged Naruto to send you two on missions together. So you’d be basically forced to talk to each other . (Naruto uses this against him every now and then)

-During one of the missions, one of your comrades decide to get a little touchy with you. You pay this no mind since you have no interest in the guy, but Sasuke definitely notices it. What’s a worthless ninja doing talking to what’s his?

-A couple of days after that mission, the scenario of another man getting that close to you haunted Sasuke day and night. There’s no way in hell you’d ever willingly decide to be with any other man but him. Right? He needed the reassurance and he needed it now.

-It was 4 am when you opened the door to your apartment after you were awoken by loud desperate banging on the door just to be faced with your ex. He invited himself in, closing the door behind him as he slowly crept towards you.

“Sasuke?”

-He reached for your hand and held it in his, as he focused on you as if there was nothing else in this world. You could tell he developed dark circles since the last time you saw him.

“The day we got together was the day I chose you to be the one I repopulate my clan with. The only one worthy of the surname Uchiha. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

-He noticed how you were at a loss of words so he took this moment to do what he’s been yearning to. He grabbed the back of your head pulling you into a kiss. The kiss was messy and desperate. He kissed you as if you were the oxygen he needed to breathe. And to him, you were.

-Needless to say you were vulnerable to his request and took him back. How could you not?

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[krewekreep]

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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[blimbosworlddd]

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]

CH06: Confessions and Frustrations

CH05 - CH07

Akari stopped dead in her tracks, making Tobirama nearly bump into her as the weight of his words settled between them. The streets of Konoha felt unusually silent for a moment, as if the entire world had taken a collective pause to watch the awkward spectacle unfolding. Tobirama could feel the stares around them intensifying, but he didn’t care anymore.

"You were RUDE to me for years," Akari said, turning to face him, her expression a mixture of disbelief, frustration, and... was that amusement? "And now you tell me you like me?"

Tobirama rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, a rare sign of unease. His usual cool demeanor seemed to falter in the face of her incredulity. "Yeah... well, I wasn’t exactly good at expressing things." His jaw tightened, the frustration bubbling up. "I thought it was obvious."

Akari blinked, processing his words. "Obvious?" She laughed, a short, sharp sound, as if the absurdity of the situation was too much to contain. "You ignored me half the time, argued with me the other half, and now you're telling me this was... your way of flirting?"

Tobirama grunted. "I never said I was good at it." His red eyes narrowed slightly. "But yes, I’ve liked you for years. And maybe I was rude because... because I didn’t know how to deal with it."

Akari folded her arms, arching a brow, clearly enjoying watching him squirm. "That’s your excuse? You were rude because you liked me?"

He rolled his eyes, exasperated. "I didn’t say it was a good excuse, but it’s the truth."

Akari stared at him for a moment, her playful smirk softening into something more thoughtful. "So let me get this straight," she began, voice still laced with amusement. "You’ve been carrying feelings for me all this time, bottling them up, and the best way you thought to show it was to make my life miserable?"

Tobirama clenched his fists. She was twisting the knife, and she knew it. "Damn it, Akari. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for me?" His voice dropped to a quieter, more vulnerable tone. "I’m the Hokage. I’m responsible for this entire village. I didn’t know if I could allow myself to have anything else. But you... you made it impossible to ignore how I felt."

That made Akari pause. Her teasing demeanor faltered for a moment, replaced by something softer. "You should’ve just said something," she murmured, almost to herself. "It didn’t have to be this hard."

Tobirama shook his head, the corner of his mouth twitching in what could almost be a smile. "Not everything is as easy as you think, princess."

Her eyes narrowed at the nickname again, but this time she didn’t argue with it. "You’re really something else, you know that?" she muttered, cheeks still flushed. "Years of tension... and now this. What am I supposed to do with that?"

"You could start by admitting you like me too," Tobirama said, his voice smooth and confident again, though his heart was pounding. "Unless... you’re going to tell me I was imagining all the moments between us?"

Akari opened her mouth to respond, but found herself at a loss for words. She thought back to every argument, every sarcastic remark, every lingering glance they’d shared over the years. Maybe she had been blind to his intentions—or maybe she hadn’t wanted to see them because acknowledging them would’ve complicated things between them and Madara.

Tobirama smirked slightly, taking a step closer. "Come on, Akari. I know you feel something too. You’re not that oblivious."

Akari’s heart raced as she looked into his silver eyes, now filled with a mix of challenge and something deeper—something that scared her and thrilled her all at once. "And what if I do?" she whispered, almost daring him to make the next move.

Without a word, Tobirama closed the small distance between them, his hand brushing against hers, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. The simple touch sent sparks down Akari’s spine, and she found herself holding her breath.

"Then," he whispered, his voice low, "you won’t be able to run from me anymore."

Akari’s breath hitched, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t have a witty comeback.

[the-heavenly-principles]

Madara with taller s/o

Madara really never felt small, he was always taller than others, so when he met you he get to know how it fells being shorter

You joke that you could pick him up and put him on high place

He likes being big spoon, thats all

He is happy if you are not insecure about your height

He loves it when you lean down to kiss him

Honestly it doesn't matter to him if you are taller than him he still will baby you

He would carry you in bridal style, it doesn't matter who you are, he will do it

"Haha you're smoll 🥰" you said when you gave him kiss on forehead

He probably would wear your clothes

He fells weird because of you

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗌𝗁𝗁𝗁𝗁

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 (𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾/𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇), 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖽𝗈𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗏 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. }

"damn could you shut the fuck up; if one my brothers find out, that's your ass~" you breathily gasp as hands gripped you by the waist.

  "ahh f-fuck i can't help it y-you're grinding so good on me" he let out loud moan once again. your brothers are football champs in college so they know a lot of people and get invited to a lot of parties also throwing some which led up to this current situation-

the madara uchiha, star center player, under you— face flushed and hands gripping onto the soft of your brown skin, whimpering for you to give him the raw friction he craved, while in a bathroom of a college party specifically your brothers'

you placed a hand over his mouth and stopped your grinding causing him to let out an exasperated groan. "who would've thought- that one of the big bad star players of the konoha state football team be under lil chubby ol' me hmm~"

you continued to taunt him "especially an uchiha, ooh what would they think if they saw you getting bitched right now? what gossip would go around on campus?" you hummed, other hand lightly pulling at his long hair

he removed your hand from his mouth pressing a kiss on the palm "w-who the fuck cares and i'll be quiet so... ride me now please~" you sucked in a breath and smiled at him sadistically as he shivered

  "fine babyboy—" you kissed his neck nipping it "I bet not hear a peep" slightly rising off of him, he unbuckled his pants letting them drop at his ankles, droopy lust filled eyes watching as you pulled your dress up revealing your naked figure

his eyes rolled back as he sunk his bottom lip into his teeth "fuck you're trying to kill me (y/n), why don't you have on any panties" you shrugged "didn't look right with the dress"

  you pumped his dick spreading the pre, aligning him with yourself sinking down on top. he whimpered out a string of curses as he gripped, once again, at your hips and rested his head in between your face and neck

  "fuck I'm trying so hard not to moan as loud as I can but damn you're squeezing me in so tight" He mumbles into your neck bottoming out his fat tip hitting your spot making you clench "ahhh~ shit d-dont do that" his dick throbbed inside of you as you licked your lips

  "lean back baby I'll make you feel real good,  just remember what I told you" your palm pressing against his chest pushing him back, he nodded his head speaking "...to be quiet?" "good boy" you smirked

———————————————

it's a good thing that the music of the party was louder than the wet slapping sounds of your pussy as it was being dragged up and down madaras dick who was barely keeping himself together

  "fuck baby you hear how wet that pussy is uggh~"  "s-shit yea baby"

  "shit you made my pussy so wet look at me creaming" "fuck yea baby creaming my dick —holding me tight"

"fuucck, this your pussy ain't it? tell me baby" "yes mama it's my pussy, all mine~, fuck it's all mine, you're about to milk me dry"

you bounced on him grabbing his face, making him look in your eyes "fuck M you look so pretty like this baby I could ride you forever" you bit your lip as he pulsed inside of you he was getting very close and so were you

  "fuck (y/n) imma cum, fu-fuck~ ima cum, can I cum?" he begged you, yelping. you rode him faster, clit brush against his pelvis causing you to get closer to your high

  "fucking—dammit I need it, I need to cum~...lemme cum" he drooled a bit as you gave him the go-ahead, thrusting up into your plush pussy, riding out his nut mumbling thanks, stopping as he let out soft moans

but, grinding onto him fast, he moaned out hugging your waist tightly "fuck I'm sensitive baby~ I'm so f-fucking sensitive~" you continued rutting against him "shit babyboy i'm almost there, you're doing so good for me baby, it's my turn now okay?"

he shuddered as you clamp down into his semi erect dick  making him let out one last stream of cum "you did so good baby now let's clean up" he nods sleepily at you as you kissed his forehead

—————————————————

you're sat on the couch in your brothers living room nursing a cold bottle of water, watching the party around you. legs tingling like tv static with a dreamy smile on your face, you couldn't care because you had no intentions of getting up

  "what's got you all giddy?" your older brother sat down next to you slumping into the couch "nothing tobi. how was your night?" "a fucking nightmare, your brother knows too many damn people and especially the ones I hate" he sulked which caused you to giggle

  "well you just never give people a chance, you'll like them once you get to know them" your other older brother hunched over the couch in between you two "tch as if" tobi said sucking his teeth

  "how are you liking the party tonight little sister?? made any new friends?? are you having fun??" he asked questions back to back making you laugh "yes the party is fine Hashi, i've made quite a few friends, and i'm having a bunch of fun"

"that's good (y/n), at least one of my little siblings is having a good time" he smiled as tobi rolled his eyes tsking out a soft 'whatever'

  "I know you haven't met all of our team members yet so let me introduce you" hashirama cheesed flagging over three boys "here's Yamato, Madara and Shika who sits the bench as a water boy. dudes this is my little sister"

you waved at them saying it was nice to meet them as you studied madaras stiff body your eyes glinted at the realization you both came to

  'I didn't know that tobirama and hashirama were her brothers'

'he didn't know that tobi and hashi were my brothers, i'm soo gonna have fun with this' you thought calling out to him as he was about to walk away

"hey pretty boy" you grinned as he points to himself, causing you to nod. "what's that on your neck?" you giggled as he paled, your brothers looking a madaras neck "wow it looks like you got laid" your oldest brother slammed his hands down on his teammates shoulder "who was the lucky lady?"

  "yea it looks like it was good, who is she?" a hint of mischief fell from your voice as you looked him up and down before staring into his eyes "i-i ran into a wall... yea a wall, that just apparently popped out of nowhere... umm I gotta go" he rushed away from the scene hearing your brother yell about 'seeing him on the field tomorrow'

you laughed as hashirama pointed his thumb in the direction the boy ran "what's wrong with him?" he questioned as you just shrugged mumbling something along the lines of 'he's your teammate' as you laughed to yourself

....oh yea you were gonna have a lot of fun.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[kurokawaia]

❛ 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.

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, and your knees and thighs ached being pushed so close to your chest and head.

"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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Children |Naruto Men X fem!Reader| HC

Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara, Kakashi Hatake, and Madara Uchiha.

Summary: How many kids they have and how they are with them.

Warnings: Fem reader. Mentions of pregnancy. Mentions of kids.

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Naruto Uzumaki

You already knew Naruto had been dreaming of a family for a long time, so when you got your first positive test, you knew it'd go over well.

He was ecstatic to say the least.

He'd coddle you all throughout the pregnancy and as you healed.

Fatherhood was a dream come true. Nothing could make him happier than his little girl.

Except for the second kid.

And the third.

And fourth.

And at that point, you only stopped reproducing because a fifth kid had quickly become your worst nightmare.

All of his offspring, three girls and a boy, had gotten his energy. You chased everyone around the house every single day, and it was exhausting.

Of course, he helped out when he wasn't busy being hokage, but still.

Four was enough... for you.

Sasuke Uchiha

He'd never really put much thought into how many kids he wanted.

Yeah, he wanted to restore his clan, but he kinda forgot that meant HE had to restore his clan.

Your first child, a daughter, was nearing two years old when you'd gotten pregnant once more.

This sparked a conversation about exactly how big of a family he wanted.

Your first child was an angel, really. Calm, quiet, smart, brave, and so much more. If like would be like this, he'd have a hundred.

But damn that second kid was a 180°. If it weren't for the dark hair and eyes, he would swear he was Naruto's son, not his. So much energy.

After that, he'd decided two was more than enough.

He's content with his tight-knit family. (More so content with the idea of less chaos).

Shikamaru Nara

Definition of one and done.

The pregnancy was planned, and he loves his son, but he was perfectly content with how things were.

He checked in with you every now and then to make sure you were content with only one kid, but you assured him every time that he was more than enough.

Besides, only one kid meant that you could give all of your time and energy to him and his needs without worry.

Kakashi Hatake

One and done as well.

Initially, he never wanted kids, but you were already pregnant despite careful measures, so there wasn't much to be done.

A few months later, a little silver haired girl is born.

The second he saw her it was love at first sight.

He loves his daughter. She's literally his whole entire world, and he spoils her absolutely rotten.

He's super protective. Not really a surprise, but it's definitely worth a mention.

Madara Uchiha

It was normal for people on his clan to have a lot of kids. It was the only way to guarantee a future generation due to the war.

When the time came for him and his wife to start thinking about children, he suddenly realized he didn't have to have a billion children.

The war was over and there was peace, so surely there was no need?

It was a mutual decision to have just one child, so that's what you planned on.

Until you suddenly had twins; two boys.

There goes that idea.

Maybe it was his bodies way of telling him he needed more. Uchiha breeding and what-not.

A while later, you had the urge for another baby, and after a long discussion, he agreed it's what he wanted as well.

But again, you had twins, and again, it was two boys.

He called it quits after that. Fuck whatever hyper fertility nonsense you had going on.

He cares deeply for his sons, but he doesn't want to live in a world where he could potentially have yet another pair of babies to look after.

[actuallysaiyan]

Hey, I notice that your request box is open, mind if I requested a family hcs with Madara, Indra and Izuna?

warnings: mentions of breeding, slight suggestive content, mentions of trauma word count: 0.8k pairings: Indra Otsutsuki x Fem!Reader, Madara Uchiha x Fem!Reader, Izuna x Fem!Reader

Indra

Indra doesn’t realize that he wants to be with you at first. You’re too soft, too sweet. But then he begins to spend more time with you.

The more time he spends with you, the more he falls in love. It takes very little time after that for him to claim you as his and to get you pregnant. He is the first in the Uchiha family to have the blessed(cursed) breeding kink.

While you’re pregnant, he is very overprotective. Stays with you almost all day and all night. He won’t let most people around you. Just the midwives and the doctors.

Once your first child is born, Indra becomes hellbent on making sure the child has a good life. He will raise them so well and be soft and gentle with them.

Seeing you with his baby just makes him even more turned on. He wants to breed you even more, but he understands he needs to give you time to recover.

You’ll be pregnant a lot when you’re with Indra. He takes good care of you and the kids. He won’t make anyone feel left out. But he will possibly favor his first born at times, and they have a very special bond.

The children love to train with him, and even if he can be harsh at times, he does what he can to show them tenderness and affection. His curse of love runs deep within each and everyone of them, even affecting you as well. All in all, Indra is a decent family man.

Madara

Madara is very protective of you. He falls for you so deeply, and he doesn’t intend on sharing you with anyone. Hashirama is the one who officiates your marriage. Then you’re blessed with becoming an Uchiha.

While on your honeymoon, Madara gets you pregnant. He’s so happy and over the moon. He will keep you safe the entire time, not allowing too much excitement nor will you have too many people bothering you.

The Uchiha family will grow immensely with him as the clan head and you as his wife. You will have many children together. He can’t help himself, he finds you so beautiful when you’re pregnant and motherly.

Your children cling to you a lot, as they are a bit afraid of their strong and gruff father. Still, he softens up quite a bit when they spend time with him. And they love their uncle Izuna and uncle Hashirama.

Madara finds himself growing a little too soft at times when his children are begging to play with them. He wants to give them the childhood he never got to experience. But that trauma can sometimes get the best of him.

They all train to become shinobi, but not because they need to fight, but because they want to be shinobi just like him. Madara is very proud of each and every one of them. He’ll give them tips to improve.

Your clan grows more and more, leaving you to have a very happy life with Madara. And the two of you are able to grow old together and just enjoy your lives with your children thriving and becoming the next generation of shinobi.

Izuna

Izuna is shy at first. After surviving the attack from Tobirama, he doesn’t even consider himself worthy of love. He spends his time boozing and whoring around. Then he meets you and his heart only beats for you.

It takes him a long time to realize that he’s allowed to fall in love. When the time comes for you two to get married, his brother is the first person he tells. Madara gives you both his blessings.

Izuna becomes insanely obsessed with breeding you. The Uchiha breeding kink hits him harder than his brother. He is a man on a mission, and you barely remember much from your honeymoon except the color of the bedsheets.

When you return home, you’re already pregnant. And as you continue going through the pregnancy, Izuna becomes insanely protective over you. He’s not letting you out of his sight. He keeps a tight hold on you.

Izuna cries the moment he gets to hold his firstborn. And this is something that continues with each child afterwards. You help the Uchiha clan grow so much, as Izuna pretty much keeps you pregnant.

He’s good with the kids. Having a family has really opened his eyes and made him see how much he’s happier to have been given a second chance at life. They all love their father so much and cling to him.

Izuna enjoys being able to grow old with you by his side and to have all these amazing kids. He knows that no matter what they decide to be when they grow up, he’ll always be there to back them up and support them.

[fireblossomdoll]

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.

[suikung]

Hello! May I request Husband!Gaara (not yandere) x Wife!Fem!Reader + somnophilia + breeding, please? Only if you okay with that! Thank you very much! <3

| Happy kinktober yall

It had been a rough few months for the Kazekage. First the Five Kage Summit had been attacked by Sasuke Uchiha, then Madara Uchiha appeared before them and declared the beginning of the Fourth Great War, and with that came the victory of the Allied Shinobi forces. But apart from all, he had been away too long from his precious wife, you. In preparation for the war Gaara had spent nearly every night in his office looking over battle plans and in meetings. In the time before the war, you wouldn’t and couldn’t stop worrying over your husband. Visiting him every day in the office with his three meals, hardly ever seeing him. And when the war began, you spent those two days praying day and night at the shrine. No one could remove you from inside the temple where you prayed for the safe return of your husband and the rest of the villages. Nonetheless the war was victorious. Gaara had returned and was ready to divert his full attention back to you.

The first thing you noticed was how tired he really was, of course he would be but you could see right through his facade. In his return to the village he held a strong face, never letting his villagers see how this war got the best of him. Celebrations erupted all around the Hidden Sand. Fireworks could be seen all throughout the sky, music blended together from different areas of celebrations. Gaara having to make appearances at a few of them with Kankuro and Temari. This was the perfect opportunity to make a perfect welcome home dinner for Gaara. Your husband had some strange preferences when it came to his favorite food, salted tongue and gizzard. It was as little bit of a hassle to prepare these dishes but it didn’t matter. It never mattered the moment Gaara came home to a familiar scent and a smile snuck it’s way onto his lips. It didn’t matter when you both sat at the table, Gaara taking the first spoonful of his meal and shortly after he presented a clean plate. All that mattered was your husband had returned to his loving wife.

After dinner you washed up the dishes while he took a needed shower, he was in there for quite some time. The shower dragged on for so long you had managed to clean the mess from dinner and you were now relaxing in bed. You were able to enjoy a few pages from a new book you had begun before Gaara stepped out of the bathroom. He looked like a new man, despite the war being so short the toll it took on him was very evident now that you both were alone. Peeling back the covers on his side of the bed, he fell immediately into the mattress. Eyes closed as a relaxed sign dragged out his mouth. Your heart ached at the thought of what he had to endure these past few days and before you knew it your eyes swelled with tears. This was the last thing Gaara needed, and you knew that. You didn’t want him to console you, he shouldn’t be the one to do so. As quietly as you could you sniffed all the tears away, but you weren’t sly Gaara could easily hear you. His hand fell atop yours, your grip on the book loosening as it slide down the cover. His eyes showed genuine concern for you, Gaara was a man who could never brush off his wife’s emotions that easily.

“Oh don’t look at me like that Gaara, I was just so worried about you. These were the loneliest times for me and I’m sure for you.” His hands cupped your cheek, his breath faint on your lips before his kissed you. A kiss so deep it felt as though he was pouring all his emotions into, everything from these past few weeks. But that wasn’t enough for the both of you, he pushed himself up coming over your body looming over you making sure to not break the kiss. His tongue and yours entangling in the middle, not wanting to submit to the other. “I can’t help it, the feeling I get seeing you cry for me.” His voice noticeably lower and quieter, eyes piercing into yours as he pulled away from your lips, despite the room only being illuminated by a few table lamps his lips glistened.

His hands made quick work of your nightgown, easily pulling it over you and discarding it to the closet corner of the room. You follow suit, lifting his shirt off, feeling his still damp skin come into contact with your bare breasts as he returns his attention to your mouth. In addition to his lips on you, gaara’s hands quickly made their debut finding their place over your underwear. He was always so gentle with you knowing exactly the soft pace that could easily push you over the edge. It was such an intimate position, chest on chest, lips on lips, you both were practically becoming one. But this wasn’t enough for Gaara, after seeing the agony in your eyes he’d make sure you were left with a living memory of both of you.

Your underwear easily soaked from his delicate fingers, however he had not ventured past the fabric, such a cruel man teasing you through your underwear. He was teasing you, working you up, bringing you to the very top just to let you fall back down. Every one of your complaints being drowned out into his lips. “Please Gaara don’t be like this.” Lips downturned and shaking, it was frustrating. It didn’t matter, the Kazekage liked to have his fun so he began again. Two fingers circled around your clit, a slow pace before he gradual speed up to the one that made you want to close your thighs. He knew to keep it that way, a change in pace was a loss of euphoria, and since this was his fourth time teasing you it didn’t take long for you to begin whining again.

“Please please Gaara! Please.. please just let me cum.” This was all he wanted, he wanted to see you gushing from your pussy and eyes because of him. Lost in the reflection of your tears, he didn’t pull away his fingers maintaining his pace, watching as they lost their grip from your eye lashes and streamed down your cheeks as he brought you to orgasm.

He couldn’t take it anymore, lazily rushing his pants down enough to bring out his cock. “I’m going to make sure you never cry again because of my absence do you understand.” Pushing aside your soaked underwear, he couldn’t be bothered wasting time as to take it off. Lining himself up, it was an easy entrance seeing how wet you were left. Clenching around his cock, you were still sensitive from your orgasm but it was an immediate relief to feel him inside you. In less than a second. Gaara managed to fully plant himself inside of you, basking for a moment in you after so long.

His cock began to twitch on its own in you, he wasn’t too sure he’d last the same time as usual after so long. Hands placed atop your stomach while slightly pressing down, he began to pull out before pushing in. “It’s been so long, I have so much to spill inside of you. I want to see you leaking with my seed after this.” His words were spoken as if they were a promise because they were. Gaara was a determined man, and so he would do as he said.

His pace was erratic causing him to slip out a few times. Never had you seen your husband so driven by lust, it was a sight to behold. Cursed were whispered anything it would slip out and he had to break concentration to slip it back in. No matter, he continued on.

“You’ve always looked so beautiful when you cry, there’s no way a man would be able to resist their wife when they’re in that state. I just can’t, so I have to give you my all.” Your hands came up to caress his cheek, although they were lustful there was something touching about his words. “I’ll take anything you give to me Gaara.” That was it, your words alone were enough to push closer to that finish line, God the things he would to see you constantly spilling out with him, and in a few months bearing his child. He could only imagine his coming reality with you.

His breathing faltered for a moment, body hunched over yours as he held himself deep in you. “I’ll… I’ll make you a mother with you… making sure you’re so full of me you’ll never without a piece of me again…” Emptying everything out of him, it was so much that had been stored after so long. Holding his position within you even after he was done, “I can’t risk any of it spilling out”.

It had taken everything out of him, Gaara collapsed onto your chest still inside of you. His cock now softened, but it didn’t matter. He could only imagine now what these next months would bring for the both of you. He’d come inside of you every day to make sure you bear his child, that and he just couldn’t help the sight of seeing you spill out after he pulled out. Eyes heavy now, you both could no longer stay awake, hands entangled in his red hair as his wrapped around your body. Kissing your midsection before drifting into a much deserved rest.

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A/n been a while guys… hey…

[wing-ed-thing]

Foul Creature (Tobirama x Reader) Chapter IX

Synopsis: The territory between the Uchiha and the Senju dwindles by the day. And in an era where social lines have been blurred, and new clan heads have been chosen, you're stuck between a scorned lover and a man who relentlessly pursues your hand in marriage. You don't have much time before you're forced to confront the sins of your past.

Word Count: 6.8k

Tags/Warnings: Warning for dark themes ahead, including tags for blood and descriptions of gore. Fem!Uchiha!Reader. Please consult AO3 for more specific warnings.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI

Notes: Hopefully we can wrap all this up soon... god willing... but hey this piece finally has somewhat of a direction (?) now.

An Uchiha warrior with a fatal wound should give his life in a suicide attack, but not Izuna. No, the brother of Madara would not die a warrior’s death on the battlefield. Instead, the Uchiha retreated from their path to the northern shoulder, surrendering the territory to the Senju in a victory their rivals would call “The Conquering of King’s Neck.”

The Uchiha returned suddenly, earlier than they should have, and having lost great numbers. Madara did not use the village gates but shot right over the sharpened walls like a deranged comet falling from the sky. He carried Izuna’s body in his arms, holding his brother close to his chest. Both were covered in blood and heavy wounds. They had been the first to arrive, heralding in the news of their defeat without a single word of it uttered.

Madara shouted for medical assistance loud enough to startle the entire settlement, and in a blur of confusion, agony, and chaos, Izuna was brought to a doctor, and the two brothers were sealed inside a private room as quickly as the commotion had started.

The entire village stirred to life with urgency. People emerged from their cottages and herded their children out of the street as the rest of the battalion emerged from the forest and trudged toward the front gates.

The men who had stayed behind rushed the injured to the hospital and hurried around the newly returned soldiers to assist in treating their wounds. Women gathered water from the well, ready to help receive the weary soldiers. 

Most injured warriors were gathered in one large room and treated on cots side by side, but not Izuna. Even in the sunlight, gathered citizens could see Madara’s hulking form pace back and forth from inside their private room.

No one else was allowed in except for the best physician in the village, who was currently facing the brunt of Madara’s furious rage. You could hear the clattering of furniture and thrown items hitting the mat floor from down the road. 

You clutched your medicine pack, shouting and shoving through the crowd as you approached the triage.

“Make way for the apothecary!” 

You came running as soon as you received word. The medics who went to the scene before you had their own medical packs with prepared remedies within them, but if the medics were to perform treatments on such a large group of men, they would need all the medicines they could get. 

Madara had, after all, forbidden you from creating more heavy-duty remedies in anticipation of a victory for the Uchiha. He told you that fast-acting cures would be all that would be needed and did not discriminate when it came to potency. The high ground belonged to the Uchiha, and Madara himself formulated their strategy for the ambush. But Madara was left with little more than the taste of defeat and bloodied hands after the battle. 

You hurried across the dirt path, the dry pebbles and earth making hurried scratching noises below the soles of your sandals. You clutched your oversized medicinal bag. The material wasn’t strong enough to carry the number of remedies you had shoved haphazardly inside. Your eyes were set on the treatment center where the soldiers were being taken. The little time you had was crucial for saving as many lives as you could.

Time seemed to slow as you ran past the paper door leading to Izuna’s private room, and you failed to notice the large hand that shot out from inside until it had grasped the back of your robes and pulled you in. 

You were thrown onto the woven matt floor with barely enough time to break your fall, let alone catch your compilation of medicines. You skidded against the hard surface, ripping the cloth on your shoulder as the fabric folded under you with the motion. Your arms wrapped against your oversized pack, and the glass bottles rattled against one another as you held them close to your chest.

Madara stood over you: hulking, broad, impeding, and crazed, but still as he slowly slid the paper door shut. His palm splayed out in the middle of the door, leaving a streak of crimson across the delicate white material. The air dried the red color into a muddy rust.

An unmoving, pale hand appeared in your peripheral. You scrambled to your knees, grip still clutching your medicinal bag. You hardly recognized Izuna as he lay in front of you.

All color had drained from his cheeks, but you could hardly pay attention to the grayness of his skin in the face of the massive open wound across his stomach. Izuna bled all colors of red, his gash like a gruesome flower clawing out of his torso and streaking across the room. His chest heaved up and down at an inhumanly slow pace, pumping a wheezing sound out of his throat with every strangled breath. Everything smelled of blood, and what used to be an entirely white room was marred with ghastly streaks of gore. 

The doctor worked frantically over him, but even looking at Izuna for a second told you all that you needed to know. His wound was already decorated with herbal remedies, the leaves and ground flower buds a stark, soft contrast to the wet, oozing gash that churned just below. The colors illuminated with an effervescent glow under the light of the doctor’s healing jutsu. 

Izuna’s head fell to the side toward you, your name dripping from his lips in a voice hardly above a whisper. You scrambled to his side, shedding your bag, and scooping his hand up in yours without a thought. 

“Izuna—!” 

Your heart sank into the pits of your stomach, and your face felt numb. Tears flooded your waterline as your pulse started to drum in your ears. One of your hands, now sporting a few streaks of blood that you didn’t notice, came over your mouth in mortified shock.

But even so, Izuna gazed at you fondly. His eyes were lidded, pain written across his face, but he did his best to grasp onto you weakly. You stared widely down at his giant wound, almost hypnotized by the terrible sight of it, before returning to Izuna’s face. Your hand dropped back down to your lap and joined the other in morphing over his palm. 

Your lips parted, but no sound left them. They wavered in the bitter-smelling air as an ugly sound stalled in your throat. You didn’t have it in you to tell him that it all would be okay. He wouldn’t have believed you anyway.

“I do not know what to say…” Your voice came out in a breathless hiss, your lips crinkling upwards as your brows creased together into two wavy lines. 

“I apologize…” Izuna was barely audible, and his words held an incoherent rasp. “The words I spoke to you last were most regretful… and most dishonorable…”

“Izuna, do not speak like this!” Your scolding was less than a whisper.

You looked at the doctor, whose eyes were already on you. Wordlessly, he confirmed your fearful thoughts.

Izuna wasn’t going to—

“How does he appear?” Madara implored. “I demand you tell me. Tell me that you deem him treatable with your remedies!”

Izuna gave your hand a light squeeze. When you looked down at him, two tears fell right onto his blood-stained clothing.

His other hand slowly rose, shaking as he brought it to his face. It stopped, trembling over his neck as Izuna raised his pointer finger. He brought it over his lips. 

The sound of your name boomed across the paper room.

“Why do you fall silent? You are able to revive him, are you not?” Madara thundered frantically. “You told me! You told me of your chakra remedies!” Madara’s hand shot out from behind you but missed your shoulder as his fingers grasped about wildly. You could feel the force of his motion in the air as the slight breeze of his movement rattled the hair behind your ear.

He made another grab for you, and you turned to grasp him by the shoulders as if you were taking a bull by its horns, dropping Izuna’s hand in the process. The metal of Madara’s armor was dirty and solid, pinching your fingers as you tried to keep him at bay as he lunged. He ranted something incoherent, nearly knocking you back into Izuna. Your core tensed, trying to keep yourself from falling back onto Izuna’s open torso as you tried to fight Madara away. 

“Madara, this is madness!” you shouted directly into his face. Your arms were beginning to shake under the weight of him, the locking of your joints being the only thing keeping Madara from pinning you down in his deranged rampage. But the fear and confusion in your gaze immediately widened as you met his gray irises. “Madara! Your eyes!”

“Clan Head, that is enough!” The doctor had since stood, stepping over Izuna’s body to ram into Madara with his shoulder. Your limbs were granted relief as the two of them stumbled back, nearly punching a hole in the paper wall. 

The doctor was not as large of a man as Madara, but he held his own against Madara’s unrestrained rage. His shoulder dug into the right side of Madara’s chest, and the doctor used all his weight to keep him from charging. But he was ultimately not enough to keep Madara restrained. 

Madara shoved him back with a violent push to the doctor’s chest.

“Who are you to cease treatment on my brother?! Who are you to attack your Clan Head— I’ll have you banished for your indiscretion—!”

“Madara, that is enough!” You shot to your feet, placing yourself between the two men. One of your palms splayed across Madara’s chest plate. He continued to scream over your head, gesturing pointedly somewhere behind you. Tears streamed down his face as his skin scrunched up in rage. — “Madara!”

— “You dare to impede me? My younger brother lies dying before my very eyes, and I cannot even see his face! And you dare stand against me when Izuna’s chakra weakens! You are traitors! You are traitors to the Uchiha; I will have you banished and then hunt you down myself— why do you refuse to help my brother? —”

— “Madara, please, I implore you to listen—”

Madara’s hand whipped across your face with enough force to make your ears ring. You fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the power of Madara’s strike making you almost spin as you went down. Your hand shot to your nose, which had begun to bleed. Your blood mixed with Izuna’s.

“Madara, that is enough…” Izuna began to sit up somewhere behind you. He groaned in pain, almost collapsing as he propped himself on one elbow. The doctor was already beside him, urging him to lie back down. But the sound of Izuna’s voice appeared to be enough to sate Madara’s mounting rage. He visibly melted, perking up as he tried to pinpoint where Izuna’s voice came from with a rapid gesture of his head. 

You were lost, hypnotized by the red that dripped from your nose and onto your hand. The droplets were thick and hot, only diluted by the tears of disbelief that seemed to fall in sheets from your eyes. You struggled to gather yourself as Madara knelt by Izuna’s side. 

“We will find a way,” Madara insisted with certainty. He nodded several times, taking up the straps of your medicine pack in his hand. He rooted around in it, searching for powder. “There is an ointment crafted for deep wounds—!”

“It is too late, Madara.” Izuna collapsed back onto his cot. A sharp hiss of pain tore from his throat. Izuna grabbed at his brother’s sleeve, willing him to come closer with his little remaining strength. The hold he had on Madara’s clothes was a death grip. “You must listen to me.”

Madara bowed like a child in prayer, lending his ear to Izuna’s lips. He crouched on his knees, hair cascading over his brother’s pale face as he blindly clung onto any part of Izuna he could reach. Izuna’s voice, perhaps meant only for Madara, faded in and out.

“For the good and future of the clan, you must not fall victim to Hashirama Senju’s trickery… promise me, I…” You could barely hear him. You hovered just behind Madara, sitting with your knees tucked under you and the fabric that made up the skirt of your robes balled in your fists. You tucked your chin to your chest. Hot tears continued to dribble down your face.

Your head spun, unable to listen to Izuna’s words even if you tried. You became lost in yourself, only resurfacing to reality when the sound of your name rang across the room. It was the doctor.

One moment, Izuna was speaking to Madara, and then the next—

“We will be performing an ocular transplant,” the doctor said. “Are you able to assist?” His grave gaze bore into you.

Your mouth gaped. You shook your head in disbelief. You turned toward Madara, who couldn't see you.

“You are taking his eyes?” you asked accusingly. Your tone held a harsh snap. “Are you so obsessed with battle that you dare take the sharingan of your own brother—?”

“Enough.” Izuna’s voice somehow found its way out of his throat. Just barely. His tired eyes met yours. “I forfeit them willingly… for the sake of the clan.” Izuna’s lids fluttered closed, even as you continued to stare. A new wave of tears welled in your vision. You were growing sick of weeping.

“For the sake of the clan…” you repeated, a part of you hoping that if you spoke the words, they would make better sense to you. You didn’t have to yield advanced jutsu to understand the implications of Madara obtaining Izuna’s eyes. With the Senju closing in, you knew there were few other choices.

Madara, the leader of the Uchiha, had exhausted his mangekyo sharingan. Izuna, the second strongest fighter in the clan, was fading quickly as he lay before you. And while the Uchiha had more than formidable soldiers, too many had been defeated in the ambush, and the rest had been injured during their retreat. It was truly up to Madara to protect you now.

Izuna spoke your name again. It would be the final time he would do so.

“I implore you… please, do not deprive me of my final wish,” he said weakly, the frailty of his words a stark contrast to the unfair burden he bestowed upon you. You glanced back toward the doctor. “I need you by my side.”

“I— I just make the medicine, although I— I…” You closed your eyes to shed more tears, but none fell. You tried to blink again, only to find your waterline dry. “I can administer some remedies.”

“The extra set of hands is more than plenty,” the doctor affirmed. “But we must make haste.”

Izuna’s hand found yours. His touch was cold. He gave your hand a weak squeeze.

*** 

It wasn’t enough to hang onto every moment you could. You tried to take him in during every second of the procedure, focusing so hard on being with Izuna for the dwindling amount of time you had left. You could feel the minutes slipping through your fingers. Your eyes searched every inch of him, trying to hang onto the patches of snowy white skin between the dirt and red stains. Izuna was here now, and you pulled a single moment into a thousand.

And when it was done, and Izuna was dead, you sat back on your calves. Madara lay to your left, his face bandaged with wrappings adorned with healing herbs. And Izuna rested to your right.

He had passed just moments before, long before the doctor had left the room. A thin sheet rested over his head, extending down to his blood-stained boots. But even as he lay such a short distance away, all presence of him had been vanquished from the room. The form under the cloth was an object, a thing taking a shape that certainly wasn’t Izuna. 

Your skin was taut from all your weeping. The tears still came in bursts, but the muscles in your face felt fatigued by it all. Any noise from the outside sounded muffled. Even Madara’s heavy breathing didn’t make it to your ears. 

You could see the light from the sun behind the paper walls. You stared blankly at the random swipes and spatters of red that dotted the room, staining the light eggshell color of all the fixtures. 

You lay down between them, letting your body go limp for the first time that morning. Some medics had since taken your bag of extra medication to use outside. The commotion in the village seemed to have dwindled some. You let your eyes fall closed. Exhaustion had grown so great in your head that your lack of energy made you wired. Your thoughts ran across your brain on their own, and you could do little to stop them.

You could sense that Madara was about to speak even before he parted his lips. He breathed in, taking a familiar pause before his voice dared to break through the silence in the room. 

“Your resentment radiates off of you like fire.”

In one of his final acts of life, Izuna had sated Madara’s rage, leaving his brother in this world quiet and pensive. Madara had been eerily silent. 

You let your eyes open lazily. They traced the outline of Izuna’s face beneath the cotton sheet.

“Now is hardly the time, Madara,” you muttered. 

“But it is true.”

You didn’t answer. You shepherded the silence back into the air, hoping that your ignorance of him would be enough. You couldn’t handle his talk in the face of your bubbling and agitated emotions. 

“It is true—"

“Silence, Madara,” you snapped, your words lashing across the silent atmosphere you tried to curate. You held your arms close to your chest, nuzzling your cheek into the side of one of your hands. You curled farther in on yourself, only isolating Madara more. “Izuna just...”

“He is passed,” Madara rumbled solemnly with all the clarity of the world. You cast your gaze to the light just outside the paper doors. It looked warm. “And you believe it should have been me in his place.”

“I said no such thing.” Your face was tired and puffy.

“You would be right.”

“Cease with your grandstanding—” You sat up, propping yourself on your palm as you faced Izuna’s body. You could barely keep yourself from collapsing from the mental exhaustion alone. — “It is inappropriate at a time like this.” You could feel the sting of tears shocking the nerves behind your nose, yet your eyes remained dry. “Why must you make these things so difficult?”

“I am making the death of my own brother difficult?” He sat up somewhere behind you.

“Do not twist my words. Timing has never been your strong suit, Madara.” You also rose to sit up straight, now sitting cross-legged near Izuna’s knees.  

“You believe that I am not in grief?” He held a thundering bite to his words, although even the slightest increase in volume sounded like a storm within the context of the hauntingly quiet room. “Do you believe that I do not feel deep despair over one who I have loved so dearly?” 

“You were not the only one who cherished Izuna!” You snapped around, knees hitting the opposite side of the mat floor. “Of all the times where you must be a fool, Madara! Why must it be now? Why must it have been this past visit to my apothecary? Why must it have been on the battlefield where you could have saved him a hundred times over, and yet you condemn yourself to play the fool!”

You weren’t used to seeing Madara’s face bandaged. He looked like a ghost, sitting upright where he was with his legs outstretched before him. Even blinded, you could almost feel his gaze boring into yours.

When he spoke, his voice was low.

“I am well aware,” he growled, trailing a tense silence in his wake. Madara sat up farther, and it wasn’t until the faint shadow of his large form eclipsed half of your face that you realized how quickly he bridged the gap between the two of you. “I am not blind enough to reflect on my hubris, nor am I blind enough to recognize my own twisted nature in my jealousy.”

You found yourself once again face to face with bandaged eyes, hypnotized by the infinity of cloth strips layered over each other. You took in every fold, watching where blood slowly seeped through the fibers. And perhaps if it had been a more tender moment and if you had loved Madara more, you might have tenderly taken hold of his jaw. But instead, you sat, slowly sobering up to the reality of what just occurred a few moments prior as your face was contorted by a demon of despair. 

Your resolve imploded.

“A mere reflection is hardly recompense,” you hissed, your voice coming out as barely a whisper. “How must it feel to have sacrificed your only living blood and continue to prove yourself so fruitless in your rivalry with Hashirama Senju? You have no excuse for your arrogance!” You steadily grew in volume, suddenly finding yourself standing. “So lost in your fruitless rivalry with him, you have indeed been left blind, with your flesh newly broken and easily swayed heart—no, you do not view clearly enough the hubris in your ways! You are a soft man, Madara!”

The tears came back all at once. You shed them like a waterfall as the wind caught in your throat. You gasped for air, hiccupping and choking all at once as the words tumbled from your lips. 

“Izuna—" You could hardly get his name out between gasps. “He—! Izuna, he thought—!” 

And perhaps if Madara had loved you more, he would have done something other than take the brunt of your broken rambling in silence. To him, that was gesture enough. To you, it was an indulgence in self-pity.

He let you leave, and no one stopped to question you as you quickly pushed through the crowd of people back to the apothecary. Although things seemed to have settled compared to the roaring chaos that captivated the late morning, people still milled around, collecting food and fluttering around the loved ones who were fortunate enough to make it home. 

You needed more time to analyze things. You honed in on the apothecary doors, barreling through them without regard for the medics coming in and out. 

You said little aside from your curt and adamant wish not to be disturbed before retreating into your loft at the far end of the apothecary. You curled in on yourself for what would feel like days, wrapping your cotton sheets around you as you buried yourself further from the world. 

The tears seemed to flow without you completely now, soaking the fabric of your pillow to create a wet circle just below your ear. Your thoughts ran on without you, and your heart ached from what felt like a hole sliced clean through it. The grief rested over you like a blanket, coating you from head to foot in numbing density. You would stay like that for what felt like days, unaware of what was happening outside. 

And the world would turn upside down, disrupting the mundanity you were trying so desperately to cultivate. 

When you weren’t lying in bed, you spent your hours lazily picking at things in your garden. In the rare moments of mustered energy, you would bathe and tend to your hair— more out of a necessity for maintenance than anything else. 

You didn’t even know that Madara had left until he returned. And when he returned to the village, he did not seek you out. Instead, a member of Madara’s council visited you at the apothecary. 

A young man with a severe face around Izuna’s age, he stood with his back erect on the porch behind the apothecary. You sat in your herb garden, absentmindedly fiddling with a particularly large flower blossom as a small collection of random herbs sat in a basket at your hip. He had called out to you in that militant voice that soldiers tended to use. You had hummed in response.

“There is a truce,” he said. “The Uchiha and the Senju have agreed to unite.” 

***

There were so many questions that the village hall overflowed with people. Members of the Uchiha even stood outside, hoping to catch an explanation. 

Madara and what was left of his council sat before the crowd, still adorned in their light wrappings from the Conquering of King’s Neck and the second face-off Madara had apparently had with Hashirama Senju. The room chirped, filling with murmurs and speculation. But when Madara began to speak, all fell silent. 

“The time has come…”

You watched from just barely inside one of the wide doorframes. Madara stared straight ahead, his voice confident, stern, and sure. 

He held himself like a clan head.

“The time has come for wartime to end,” he announced, surveying the gathered crowd. “It is time to put a stop to a violence started long ago, one that has forced our children to pay the price for a conflict started by the fathers of our father’s fathers. For I challenge you to find me a soul in this room that has not been exhausted from war and the act of burial.”

The room remained eerily quiet. You stood on your toes, trying to catch a better view over a man’s shoulder.

“Let me do away with your primary concern; The Uchiha stand on the same ground as the Senju, as equals, and in collaboration with one another. Our combined power has the potential to create a village where all people shall live without fear of violence, and small hands may never know the handle of a kunai nor the weight of the metal. This is a thing that Hashirama and I agree upon, and as the leader of the Senju clan, he has agreed to honor our terms.” 

The room erupted in a low clamor, everyone wanting nothing more than for Madara’s words to be true. They held their questions high, finally breaking their collective silence at the mere mention of Hashirama Senju. 

The sound of his name struck your heart no differently, and before you could even think, you were a distance away from the meeting hall. Your spot by the door had filled in swiftly. You had one place to retreat, one sanctuary, and you hid yourself in the loft.

***

“I need you by my side.”

You thought it was cruel for Madara to use Izuna’s last words in such a way, but you doubted that Madara even remembered his brother’s last words to you. 

The meeting had adjourned late into the night. The people had many questions, at least, that’s what Madara would tell you later. You hadn’t needed him to tell you to believe it.

It startled you when lantern light from the street flooded through the open door of the apothecary. You sat up in your bed, already halfway between wakefulness and mental exhaustion that kept you from falling into a meaningful slumber. Madara always swung the door open wider than he needed, and aside from that, you could place his hulking form anywhere.

He waited wordlessly as you descended from your tower. You did so lazily.

“Are you ill?” you asked at the bottom of your set of steps that wasn’t quite a ladder or a proper set of stairs. “A physician would have an easier time tending to you than I. At the meeting, I do believe I saw—”

Madara pulled you close in an instant. Your sleep-addled mind had little time to process the action as you stumbled over your feet. Your face hit Madara’s chest. He had a strong scent to him, which, while not unpleasant, was as overpowering as the man. 

A sliver of light trickled in from where the door sat ajar. It cast a faint highlight around Madara’s figure. Your tired eyes traced the shadows that the faint glow created on the fabric of his sleeve. 

It felt out of place being in his arms like this. You weren’t used to him not wearing armor. You could feel it in the tension of your muscles and the awkwardness of not knowing how to touch him in return. You let him hold you, and yet, for how none of it felt right, there was an odd, fragile comfort that had never belonged to Madara before. 

Madara, who imposed himself in every space he ever stood and could never be found wearing not even a piece of armor, felt soft. 

“I need you by my side,” he had told you. You felt his cheek against your hair. “I need confidence that I am making the right decision.”

“Madara,” you spoke softly, pulling back to meet his gaze in the dimness. “How do you expect me to give guidance on these things? I am not—”

You stopped yourself right there, feeling foolish in less than an instant. Nothing but the chirp of insects outside disrupted the silence of the apothecary. It felt as if so much of your time with Madara was filled with silence. But Madara’s eyes held no judgment. 

“Izuna watches over us from the heavens, and I have thought little more than the day he passed and the terrible way I behaved toward you,” he said with a slow nod. His voice held the rich timber that it typically had. Madara brought a hand gingerly to the side of your face. His skin was rough and scarred. He spoke lowly, surprising you with more softness. “I would feel confident with you by my side. You need not labor yourself, nor would you have to speak a word… For you just to be would be enough.”

“What do you speak of, Madara?” 

Madara cast his gaze off to the side, his jaw tensing slightly. 

“Perhaps Izuna would think it weak of me to bring a woman to such prestigious negotiations…” He pulled back, taking his warmth with him. Madara turned with one hand on his hip and the other clasped over his face. 

“Of what do you speak?” You nearly choked on air. 

— “But what if said woman was close family? 

When Madara whipped back around, he did so in the middle of a thought he did not bother to share with you. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes flutter closed as you tried to gather your thoughts, and to your dismay, Madara didn’t speak a word in your silence. You stared at him for answers, prompting him to elaborate.

“Izuna should be by my side,” he finally said, perhaps a bit louder than he needed to have been. When he continued, he did so with a lowered tone. “Our parents passed when we were young. Izuna was my one and only brother, and he is now gone… And so, I implore you…”

Madara took in a sharp breath, not daring to speak the rest.

“Is that what we are now?” you asked. “You consider me family?”

A familiar silence once again took hold of the space between you.

“Is a wife not considered family?”

It was only due to a moment of shock that you let the question sit in the air.

You turned on your heel, your hands coming to your face as you shook your head with fatigue.

“Madara, must I remind you how terrible you are with time? —” 

Your name shot from his lips, as did a hand to your shoulder. 

— “Perhaps you should see a physician—”

“You are the closest thing I have!” Madara’s desperate cry halted all words on your tongue. He grabbed you hard enough to leave bruises, forcefully spinning you around as he moved forward, caging you against a nearby counter. His face was so close to yours, and when you looked deep into his eyes, you saw Izuna. 

“You and I have known each other for as long as I can remember,” he said with faintness. “Has it not always been you and I? Have you not always thought it was destiny how we have always been brought together like this?”

You couldn’t say why tears began prickling at your eyes. It felt as if anything could make you cry nowadays. Madara brought a hand back up to your face, skimming the wetness from your cheek. 

“Please—” It was the first time you heard Madara use such a word. — “I can assure you that things will improve, that I shall improve. Be with me by my side. I do not ask you to marry me tomorrow, but perhaps if you may see— perhaps you may come to see things as I see them.”

“You have always been one to set your expectations far too high.”

“Can you deny that we are as close as family? We have only each other.” Madara’s hand traveled down your arm to grasp your fingers in his. “I do not ask for your commitment. I ask only for the openness of your mind.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you breathed out a deep breath. Unconsciously, you leaned into him. Nothing made you feel right now.

“With your track record of anger and empty promises? What have we ever agreed upon?” Your words came out weakly as you met Madara’s gaze in the dimness again.

You wanted so desperately to stop staring into his eyes.

But… Izuna…

“You would have protested such things not too long ago. It all seems quite ridiculous, does it not?” You found yourself laughing, and Madara cracked a smile for the first time in a long while. 

It was thin-lipped and, indeed, did resemble a crack. The wrinkles that ripped across his face made him look young, a lot younger than he had been looking as of late. A small chuckle shook his chest and hardly made a sound in his throat. You let out a light laugh. What you said hasn’t been funny, nor was it meant to be. 

A handful of memories from when you were a teenager sat at the back of your mind, and perhaps if you tried not to think about them, they wouldn’t hold any importance. 

***

That had been a foolish thought in and of itself, and in the days following, you wondered why you had let Madara persuade you. You decided that he had beaten you down with sentiment and nostalgia, knowing that considering any other reason would only disturb what little peace of mind you had. 

It would have been wiser to give it all some thought. It would have been wiser to have turned Madara away in the first place rather than humoring his charged words, and yet, a part of you wanted to move forward. Even on your way to the neutral meeting ground, you wanted to be a part of the new dawn, spurred on by a nagging curiosity and a morbid sense of fate. 

Foolish. Foolish, with little sense to it at all!

You caught a glimpse of white, and you purposefully averted your eyes. Madara stood next to you, sporting his best robes as members of the Senju unfurled two banners to be hung. The amount of Uchiha who came in support of the agreement surprised you. Most of your settlement gathered somewhat behind you, still unsure what to make of the crowd of unarmed Senju directly ahead.

The two groups remained segregated for the most part, standing around awkwardly even as the banners featuring the Uchiha and Senju crests were hung side by side. You glanced to your left toward Madara, feeling the stuffiness and tension yourself. But Madara remained stoic and upright, hardly regarding you even as Hashirama approached.

“Today is a day for celebration! Why must everyone be so serious?”

And from the tales you had been told of Hashirama, he had not been what you expected him to be. He instantly spotted the two of you as he emerged from the crowd. His round, kind eyes seemed to glitter, along with the perfectly white teeth he bared with his smile. 

“Madara! My friend!” Hashirama, an already tall man, held his arms up. He only needed to take a few long strides before he was upon Madara, wrapping him up in a hug great enough to cause Madara to take a half step back. (You almost took a step back with him.) Just as quickly as Hashirama embraced him, he pulled back, planting his hands firmly on Madara’s shoulders. And Madara let him. “It is good to see you!”

Hashirama turned to you and positioned himself directly before you, eyes remaining as wide as his smile. 

“Madara, how could you not send notice that you would be bringing a goddess to smile upon the union of our clans?” He fell quickly into a deep bow as you gaped. You instinctually turned to look at Madara, a girlish grin of your own contorting your lips. Madara rolled his eyes with a knowing sigh. Hashirama returned to his full height. “You may call me Hashirama. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” you hummed, offering your name in return. “I hope you do not consider primary names informal as we have just met.”

Hashirama let out a boisterous laugh.

“Are you not all Uchiha as we are all Senju?” Hashirama chuckled, eyes drifting to the crowd of Senju for a moment before he did a double take. “Ah!” He turned back to you and Madara, gesturing to his right. “Speaking of Senju, might I present my brother, Tobirama.”

“Everything is prepared, brother, the people are waiting on you—” 

Tobirama’s gaze latched onto yours like a magnet, causing him to stop short just to Hashirama’s right as his mouth snapped shut instantly. Your jaw dropped, and you quickly clasped your lip closed to not bring attention to your light gasp. You prayed that neither Hashirama nor Madara, who stood between the two of you, noticed your out-of-place surprise. Hashirama seemed to breeze past the micro-interaction entirely as he spoke your name.

“This is my brother, Tobirama. Tobirama, this is…” You didn’t take your eyes off Tobirama’s red irises for a second, lost in the pounding that threatened to burst open your chest. You couldn’t stop yourself from moving. Your foot slid back, positioning you just behind Madara’s shoulder. Your hand tightly grasped the back of his sleeve.

Your movement didn’t escape Hashirama. When you looked back at him, you found his gaze anchored directly to the grip you held on Madara’s arm. You watched as his face seemed to droop, his broad smile wavering for a moment as an expression of what you could only describe as genuine sorrow swept over Hashirama’s face. It was a contortion so sincere that you almost felt bad for how your body reacted. But Hashirama recovered quickly as he faced Madara once again with a friendly smile. 

“... your wife, Madara?” 

You hadn’t realized that Hashirama was still talking. 

You and Madara gazed at each other simultaneously, expecting the other to answer, but instead, you found yourselves engaged in a silent, second-long debate.

“This is, uh,” Madara started, now as thrown off as you were. His forehead twitched as he glanced back toward you instinctually. 

“I am an…” You made the mistake of accidentally making eye contact with Tobirama once again. He stood stoically by Hashirama’s side, quietly awaiting an answer. Your panicked gaze once again darted between Hashirama and Madara, who didn’t appear to be in a rush to come to your aid. — “advisor.” You nodded with pseudo-certainty. “I am an advisor on the Uchiha council.”

Hashirama wasn’t allowed time to comment. 

“Pardon us.” Two members of the Senju tentatively approached your group. Hashirama pivoted a foot to acknowledge them.

“Yes, what is it?”

“All has been prepared for us to begin. We wait only on the two of you.” 

Hashirama turned to spare a half-glance over his shoulder.

“Ah, that is what you were here to notify me of, was it not? Telling me to quit my chatter, eh, Tobirama? Why did you not speak sooner?” Hashirama laughed. “Let us make haste and not leave the people waiting longer than they have already. I am certain that everyone would rather be at the banquet than listen to my dry speech!”

With Hashirama having decided to begin, you retreated to the Uchiha side of the crowd and Tobirama to the Senju.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: Hahaha would you believe that I forgot that healing jutsu existed for, perhaps, this entire fic?? I certainly wrote other things with healing jutsu. Hell, I’ve written whole stories centered on it, but this?? WHOOPS.

I thought to myself that I might add another section to this chapter but I saw that 6.8k and went hahahahaha nope!

My grammar checker no longer works on the document that this was originally written on, so I took the chapter and isolated it to do edits... resulting in weird indentation issues. Ah so goes the world...

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Edit: I think I’ll drop the next chapter when this one reaches 100 notes.

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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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[theonlyonesora]

CH05: A Tangle of Words and Emotions

CH04 - CH06

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.

[nanaloveswo-men]

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.