#madara x y/n

[lale-txt]

♡ 𝟗:𝟑𝟖𝐚𝐦 𝐰/ 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐚 & 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

@eustasssimp asked: okay so I just had to based on our recent conversations but FIRST!!! THANK YOU FOR REOPENING YOUR INBOX!!!!! your writing is such a gift and I am so excited to see what people request 💛 I hope you can have lots of fun with it could I please request some sfw Madara and just spending a lazy relaxed day at home with him? grumpy man needs to RELAX (I haven’t requested in so long I am desperately trying to remember how to do this lmao) thank you so much dearest Lale I hope you are able to have a good time and take it easy with the requests you get coming in 🤍

a/n: first time writing for this fine gentleman eep! thank you so much for your request, Lem! this was so much fun to write (though it did take a slightly different turn than i expected and somehow Hashirama makes a guest appearance oops)

word count: 1k

Your morning starts like it always does: Tangled.

Black hair is spilled all over the shared futon, getting in your eyes while you’re slowly blinking awake. You try to stretch your limbs but hear a disgruntled noise in your ear in return, a low and raspy voice muttering your name, while strong arms (and a leg thrown over your lower half) pull you closer. You laugh quietly against your partner’s chest, hearing his heart beating slow and steady next to you. 

“You came home late last night… did you have to drag Hashirama out of the gambling hall again?”, you whisper with a hint of amusement in your voice, which is answered by an annoyed huff from Madara. 

“That idiot almost lost his hokage cloak and the stupid hat… should have just left him butt naked on the streets and gone back home to you”, he replies, his eyes still shut. Madara isn’t a morning person, never was, but the fact that he’s engaging in a conversation with you means that he’s either more awake as he pretends or that he’s feeling slightly guilty for letting you go to bed alone last night. 

Your heart flutters and you smile when Madara presses a soft kiss on top of your head. His embrace feels the same like his love does; warm, secure and maybe a bit too intense if you’re not used to it. He is an Uchiha after all, who are notorious for the way they love–but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I know you always come back to me though,” you whisper and cup his face with two hands once you manage to brush aside his long hair (and yet it was still everywhere). The morning sun was slowly crawling through the closed curtains but neither of you felt the urge to get up just yet. 

Madara hums at your words, placing his hand on top of yours to kiss the palm of it, down to your wrist, before opening one eye slightly. There’s a faint smile on his lips when he glances at you, and once again you can’t believe that you get to wake up next to him every day–for the rest of your lives even, the golden wedding bands on your ring fingers being proof of that. In one swift motion Madara rolls onto his back and your body right with him, making you lie on top of him and muffling your small protests with a kiss on your lips. 

“Can we stay like this for a little while?”, he mumbles in your ear, big hands finding their way underneath your shirt to feel your soft skin, fingertips drawing small circles on your back. You reply with a small noise of agreement, your face nuzzled in the crook of your husband’s neck, enjoying his affection. Oh, how tempting it is to drift back into sleep… and after all, why not? You’ve found a home in these arms, the safest place on Earth. Madara kisses your forehead, loving this slow morning as much as you do. If you had your eyes open, you would see the smile curling up on his lips and the tenderness in his gaze as he looked down on your figure resting on top of him. 

“I could make us breakfast,” he mumbles after a while, lifting your chin with two fingers to kiss your lips again, “and maybe run us a bath afterwards? Been a while since I washed your hair for you.”

A heartbeat later there’s a rattling noise coming from the kitchen, as if someone dropped several plates all at once, followed by a quiet “oops” in a voice that sounds a little familiar… 

You prop yourself up on your elbows to look Madara in the eyes, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“You’re not just proposing that because there is–what I assume–a half-naked and hungover hokage in our kitchen, roaming around for something to eat?” 

Madara looks guilty as charged and gives you an expression that could be best described as puppy eyes, silently pleading for your mercy. You can’t help but laugh and place a kiss on his lips. It’s not like you were mad at him to begin with, you found it was actually very thoughtful of your husband to make sure his best friend didn’t get himself into any trouble and risk getting scolded by his stern brother once again. Plus it wasn’t the first time either, you were almost getting used to your snack stash getting raided by a certain someone…

“I’ll kick him out and then I’ll make us breakfast,” Madara corrects himself with a slight cough. “Our bathtub is too small for three anyway.” He laughs quietly when you smack him with a pillow, grabbing your wrists playfully to stop you from attacking him any further. Madara uses the chance to kiss you again, a little more intense this time until your shoulders slump down and you practically melt into his embrace again. Sneaky, witty Uchiha.

“Tell Hashirama that next time he steals my husband away, I’ll file an official complaint with the hokage office”, you tease once you watch Madara get up and leave the room, wearing nothing but a loose morning robe. He rolls his eyes at you slightly but his smile betrays him as he stops in the door frame to look at you, still in the sheets that smell so heavenly like him. He shakes his head and laughs quietly, heart so full of you, and then he’s stomping down the hallway towards the kitchen.

What was supposed to be a quiet morning somehow turned into a kitchen duel of two adult men challenging each other in who could beat eggs the fastest (Hashirama, but Madara cooked them faster thanks to his katon) with you as their judge, and an impromptu breakfast with even more unannounced visitors (Izuna and Tobirama coming to check up on their respective brothers after abandoning them last night at the gambling hall for good), filling your house with bickering and laughter. 

But you don’t mind. As long as you get to be his, mornings like these make your heart grow fonder, knowing you have a lifetime with each other ahead. It is right there, in front of you, this bright, blazing heart of his.

[actuallysaiyan]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ naruto • madara uchiha.

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[indras-wife]

I can request madara, Izuna and also Itachi and shisui are in love with a member of the uzumaki clan of an incomparable beauty with amazing red hair and very intense blue eyes, she is a very tall woman with a curvy body, with well-worked thighs an inhuman flexibility, she has the nickname red oni for her combat prowess, I am a fan of the pairing of both clans I also like otsutsuki

Itachi and Shisui are making their debut in my blog! Hope I did a good job at presenting these two<3<3<3 Let me know if you want more cute requests like this anon. Enjoy reading<3<3

༊*·˚Characters mentioned: Madara Uchiha, Izuna Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha ༊*·˚

Madara

He has heard the nickname "Red Oni" from his soldiers for a long time, which made his curiosity grow. He wanted to meet that man and have a fight with him. After all nothing excites him more than a good fight.

His surprise was immense when he found out that Red Oni was not a man...but a woman instead. And a very pretty one to add. Her long red hair symbolized her nickname perfectly. Madara did not like Uzumakis, but this time he eager to learn more about her.

He could tell she was a wise and powerful woman, her speech carried drops of wisdom and class, something that Madara loves in woman.

"How about we have a friendly fight?" his suggestion was thrilling for both of them and of course they both agreed. Both shinobis loved a good fight and no way would they skip such an opportunity which comes maybe once in a lifetime.

Their fight was long and tiring, with neither of them wanting to give up. Madara could not help but notice how agile her movements were and how many strong techniques she had. For him it was a relatively new thing to see woman being able to fight with him so long.

In the end, Hashirama and Mito were the ones who seperated them because both did not want to give up. Talk about being hard headed.

The more they talked, the more Madara fell in love with her, without even realising. He knew that he wanted his wife to be strong and able to protect herself, and his Uzumaki friend was a perfect candidate for his wife. Of course he took his time and invited her to many dates before asking her hand in marriage.

Izuna

Izuna, being the cinnamon roll he is, was actually very surprised when he met the Uzumaki woman. He would not admit it loud, but he loved how her hair was red and long, and it corresponded to her nickname perfectly. He found it too cute even.

In the battlefield, he would always catch himself get mesmerised by her and her moves, how fast and strong she was. Women usually were not allowed to participate in wars, but she was strong and Izuna felt sort of proud. She was breaking the traditions after all and setting an example for other strong women.

When they were able to sign a peace treaty with the Uzumakis and Senjus, Izuna was roaming around, trying to find a way to talk with her. She was looking more beautiful than ever and he was eager to strike some conversation with her.

Luckily for him, she also wanted to talk with. Not noticing Izuna in the battlefield is impossible due to his swift attacks and handsome features. They both were able to share some things between them, not noticing how time flew by.

Izuna would later on make unannounced visits to her new house in the village. The Uzumaki beauty didn't mind because deep in her heart she wanted to see him as often as possible. Villagers, seeing them together could not help but ship them, saying how adorable and matching they are. Both are like oceans, calm but dangerous when needed.

Their dates were mostly planned by Izuna. He loved making her feel special and would gift her various gifts to bring a smile to her face. A handmade thing to an expensive jewellry: Izuna was doing it all to show her his feelings.

Their interactions went on for a year, with now even their families asking what the future steps are for them. Izuna knew he made all the right choices that would secure a yes from her. The ring he also ordered was ready and there was nothing holding him back.

His proposal, which he planned very long for, was a success as he was now officially engaged to her and few months later would be their wedding. A wedding that maybe the whole village was waiting for.

Shisui

Now for this guy, the first thing that caught his eye as the red hair. Shisui is the type of person who loves seeing rare features and the red hair is definitely something new for him.

He later on learns about her clan, and their special abilities. Shisui is the type of man who is intrigued by new knowledge and he spends some time learning about the clan before talking with her.

He approaches her casually, striking a conversation and throwing few compliments here and there. Later on he makes it into a habit to compliment her hair and skills.

He is of course intrigued by her famous combat skills, but he isn't looking forward to seeing her fight or being in combat with her. The reason is, Shisui is a "gentleman" and he does not want to fight with a woman just to make sure she has good abilities. Instead, he fully believes her and always points out her strength to his friends and comrades.

His gentle nature makes the Uzumaki woman fall in love with him slowly. Shisui liked her already, but he wanted to take things slow and give her time to fall in love with him. He would not be angry if she didnt return his feelings, but he is VERY happy they share the same feelings for each other.

He would organise very cute dates for them. Picnic, stargazing, shopping dates, maybe even simple walking in the forest or flower fields. He wold gather beautiful flowers and gift them to her. Even if they are not in the flower field, where he can get the flowers himself, he will at least buy a beautiful bouquet for each date.

He makes sure to show his love and appreciation for her every chance he gets, which makes him more attractive in her eyes.

Itachi

As a history nerd, Itachi knows the Uzumaki clan and he is sort of surprised that there are still members of the clan as they have been massacred.

For this man, he does not have the courage to approach and talk with her. Itachi likes following her through shadows, learning more about her that way. It helps him evade any heartbreak he may encounter.

Little did he know, the Uzumaki woman knew about him following her long ago. She kept playing his game, waiting patiently when he will stop. Of course he didnt and she had to take matters into her own hand. During on of his regular following sessions, she took him by surprises with appearing behind him. "Isn't it time for you to talk to me instead of stalking me?"

Itachi was embarrassed of course, but he liked how fast she was and how she was aware of him stalking her all this time. Their first conversation would lead to a beautiful romance blooming between them.

They LOVE training together. As representatives of powerful clans and both having great techniques, it was easy to practice their skills together. They both helped each other to become stronger, with their feelings growing along their powers.

They were spending so much time together that their friends and some family members would tease them every time they had to leave the house. "Going to meet the mysterious Uchiha?" or "On your way to meet the red haired Oni?" comments were now asked by their families on daily basis. They could not debunk those questions of course, so they both would just silently leave the house.

Only after years of "friendship" would these two start dating. And the person who would confess their feelings first would definitely not be Itachi. Despite this, he was more than glad to get the chance to be romantic with the red haired beauty and he immediately asked her on a formal date.

Cute dates and meaningful conversations would accompany both of them everyday, turning their relationship more like a very deep spiritual connection, which they both enjoyed.

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

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

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

Madara Uchiha

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

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

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

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

Tobirama Senju

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hashirama 

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

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

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

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

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

[vulpisnocturna]

24) Character: If you didn't want me to fuck you, why'd you wear this pretty little skirt for me, Reader? can you do this one with madara please 🥺

I can!

NSFW - Minors do not interact

Warnings: semi-public sex, dom Madara, humiliation kink, vaginal sex, fingering, dirty talk, office sex, power imbalance, creampie

You fidgeted with your hands, wringing them in your lap as you tried to keep your back straight and your composure intact in the waiting room. Your boss was known to be an intimidating, hard to please man, with an arrogant streak. Of course, it did not help that two weeks before that rainy Monday you’d gotten too drunk at the work party and had ended up in his bed. You’d been trying to keep your professionalism intact and act as though nothing had happened, but you’d been dying inside every time you met him in the corridor, had to bring him some documents or found him glaring at you. Though he glared at everyone, the intensity of his dark eyes when he set them on you was just next level. You couldn’t read him.

It also did not help that he had been so amazing in bed. He had been the best you’d ever had, and you had found yourself wishing he had been awful. At least, forgetting about him, about his looks and his cocky smirk, would have been easy then. But he hadn’t. No, he had made you sob, edging you for at least an hour before he had started making you cum again and again, until you felt dizzy and thought you were going to pass out.

You swallowed, pressing your thighs together, smoothing the fabric of the simple black skirt that you were wearing that day, trying to cover a little more of your thighs. Every time you found yourself thinking of that night, you always got those shivers down your spine and your lower stomach felt hot.

‘Madara-sama will see you now’ said his secretary, leading you down the corridor and knocking on his door.

‘Yes’ came the reply, and she opened the door and left, going back to her desk behind the corner. You took a deep breath, walking in.

‘Close the door behind you’ he said, not even glancing at you, writing something on a piece of paper. His hair was down, cascading around him in a thick, unruly mane of black. He wasn’t wearing a jacket, just a plain white shirt, his sleeves rolled at the elbows, exposing his chiselled forearms and the veins bulging slightly. You shifted on your feet, feeling the urge to fidget. You held it back, remaining stoic as you waited for him to acknowledge you.

After a minute, he set the pen down, his eyes lifting to meet yours, his gaze wandering up and down your figure. You couldn’t help but shift on your feet under his intense gaze.

‘Do you know why I called you here?’ he asked, his deep voice almost lazy in tone. You shook your head.

‘I do not, sir’ you replied, hoping he hadn’t decided to fire you for sleeping with him. He was as guilty of it as you were, but he was the CEO, so he could do what he wanted without consequences. Whilst you desperately needed to keep that job.

He got up, a hand in the pocket of his black trousers as he approached you. You forced yourself to look him in the eye and avoid wavering. Until he got so close you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

‘What are you wearing today?’ he asked lazily, and you blinked, your lips parting in confusion.

‘Officewear- a shirt and a pencil skirt’ you replied, confused. You were dressed smartly, appropriately. Yes, your skirt was a little shorter than your usual one that reached just above your knees, but it wasn’t a miniskirt by any means.

‘Is anything wrong with this so-called skirt?’ he drawled, dipping his head and murmuring against your ear. You swallowed, trying to avoid getting angry, or even worse, turned on. This was appalling behaviour. Talking to you like you were dressed inappropriately, insinuating god knew what…

‘It is a smart, black pencil skirt much like the ones I always wear. I deem it appropriate for the workplace, sir’ you replied, your attempts at keeping a steady voice futile.

His fingers ghosted the curve of your hip and waist, riding up all the way to your ribcage, and you could not control the way your breath faltered.

‘Liar. You wore this for me, didn’t you? Have you missed my touch by any chance? I haven’t forgotten how needy you are’ he said, voice thick as honey as his hand lowered to the small of your back, long fingers almost splayed on the curve of your ass.

‘This is completely inappropriate- and wholly untrue’ you stuttered, shivers running down your spine as Madara’s tongue traced the shell of your ear. You were rooted to the spot, hypnotised by the scent of him, the feel of him, his imposing presence.

‘You are such a liar. If you didn’t want me to fuck you, why did you wear this pretty little skirt for me, love?’ he crooned, his fingers curling around the flesh of your ass, giving it a firm grip before he smacked it. You yelped, instantly covering your mouth, your face burning and your eyes prickling with shame at the sheer humiliation and the fact that you were undeniably turned on.

‘You hoped I’d fuck you right in my office? Such a filthy girl you are. Well then, I shall make the most of this slutty skirt you wore for me’ he said, tipping your chin and kissing you. You wanted to protest, wanted to push him away, wanted to stand up for yourself, tell him he was a prick and a degenerate, so why were you kissing him with equal fervour? Why were you clinging onto his muscular arms as he yanked your skirt up and palmed your ass, smacking it again and again until your moans drowned in his mouth?

‘I knew it- missed me, mh? Let me remind you what I can do for you. Let me remind you why you wore this skirt’ he said, pulling you towards his desk and onto his lap. You were facing the door, back against his chest, legs spread and locked by his knees as he swiftly unbuttoned your shirt and pulled your bra down, his fingers immediately starting to taunt your nipples, pinching and rolling them.

You let out a moan, and one of his hands lifted to choke you and push two fingers in your mouth, muffling your sounds.

‘I did not think you would be such a whore as to want this whole building to see you on your boss’ lap, being fucked by him. I don’t want to hear a sound. Is that clear, you shameless girl?’ he said against your cheek, his free hand roaming down your body and feeling your thighs as you slowly rolled your hips against his erection. You nodded as much you could, sucking his fingers and squirming when his hand cupped you between your legs.

He laughed, making your face burn again, your eyes scrunched up as shame and pleasure washed over you.

‘I told you you were a liar. You’re even more drenched than I thought you would be. I have such a pathetic slut on my lap now. But you can get much more whorish, can’t you? I know, I remember how you screamed the last time. It sounded so sweet’ he crooned, circling your clit through your panties, making you clamp and throb around torturous emptiness.

You needed his fingers inside you, but with your mouth full you could not utter anything but a meek whimper.

‘You distracted me all day. You should feel ashamed of yourself. You should feel on your own skin that amount of longing, don’t you think?’ he asked, his eye boring into you from beside your face. You opened yours, your gaze pleading, even as your tongue continued to lick and twirl around his fingers.

He pulled your panties to the side, dragging a finger up your cunt and letting out a low scoff before he drew circles around your exposed clit, making you whine around his fingers as you tried to keep quiet.

‘Stop squirming. Any more, and I will have to infer you do not want to cum after all’ he said relentlessly, making you stop straightaway, your muscles straining to keep still.

‘Good girl’ he praised, two of his fingers dipping inside you only to curl and rub against your g-spot. Your head dropped on his shoulder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you breathed hard through your nose. He started fucking you with his fingers without a break, making it almost impossible to keep quiet and still, and yet, you tried your hardest, desperately wanting to please him and therefore cum.

‘You look absolutely ravishing. Yes, that’s right- you love being praised, don’t you? Your little cunt always clamps around me when I tell you how good you are for me. But also when I call you a pitiful slut. There it is- oh? Are you going to cum? Dirty slut. Cum all over my fingers, then’ he urged, keeping the same unrelenting pace, his palm rubbing against your clit, his thumb pressing hard on the side of your throat. You made a pitiful noise, tensing up on his lap, your thighs trembling as you came.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, riding your aftershocks before he slipped his two digits out of you and presented them to you.

‘Suck’ he ordered, and you obediently opened your mouth, tasting yourself. He kissed you after, groaning as he rocked your hips back and forth on his cock.

When he pulled back, he lifted you up, yanked your panties down and made you straddle him after he freed his cock, pumping it in his hand, lining it with your labia.

He only needed one hand to pull you up and align you with the tip of his cock, and he sunk into you, making you gasp and bite down on your lip to keep from moaning. Trying so hard not to make a sound made tears spill from your eyes, and when he twitched inside you, you gave a little sob.

He started kissing your neck, biting and sucking harshly, whispering filth in your ear that made you clench around him as he bounced you on his cock.

‘Madara, please…’ you moaned, and he smirked, pulling your hair.

‘So colloquial with me… are we not at work, darling? Am I not your superior? Or have you been fucked stupid already?’ he drawled, groaning quietly when you moaned against his ear, grinding against him as he snapped his hips against yours.

‘Please, sir… need it harder’ you tried, looking for any way to get the release you needed from that unrelenting man you could not help but be addicted to.

‘That’s a good slut. If I fuck you harder, you won’t be able to keep quiet, and then, everyone will know what I’m doing to you’ he said, his fingers sliding down your front all the way to your clit, which he started rubbing gently.

You let out a desperate sob, your chest heaving, your thighs burning from bouncing on him for so many minutes, your lower stomach aching with the pressure.

‘Unless you want them to come in and see you bouncing on my cock, sobbing and begging like a slut. Is that what you want?’ he asked, and you shook your head, your nails digging in the flesh of his shoulders.

‘No, sir- I’ll keep quiet’ you pleaded, throbbing and clenching around him, drawing out the hottest low moans from him.

‘You’d better. I don’t like them looking at you’ he said, his thrusts getting deeper and rougher, to the point where you had to bite down on your lip to keep from crying out. The pleasure and pressure built to an unbearable tightness, until you could not help but cum around his cock.

‘Good girl. Fuck. Such a pretty slut. You make me insane’ he grunted, his hands on your ass gripping you so tightly that he’d leave prints. He kissed you, moaning in your mouth as he came inside you, his teeth sinking into your lip.

You slumped against him, breathing hard, stray strands of hair clinging to your face and neck.

‘Next time I see you wearing this skirt, expect to be called to my office again’ he said with a lazy smirk, helping you touch up your appearance before he guided you to the door.

You might make a habit of wearing a certain pencil skirt, you thought.

[overload-explode]

Naruto Founder's s/o who Attempted S*icide

T/W: Hinted non-explicit suicide attempt, references to depression

A/N: I'm not in a good space so here is some angst to vent! These men were born and raised during war and political instability, so their understanding of mental health is terrible. GN! reader

Hashirama:

You were the light of his life always laughing and smiling

Whenever he was stressed with Hokage duties he took refuge in you

He never sensed anything was wrong until you tried to kill yourself

He's the one that found you and healed you

The village was supposed to be a safe place for his loved ones yet you were not safe in the village he built

He blames himself. He feels like your happiness, and everyone in his village is his responsibility. He's your partner and your Hokage

Away from you, he starts drinking and gambling a lot to forget what happened and distract himself

Tobirama has to eventually find him and sober him up

His brother informs him that he needs to stop being self-destructive and blaming himself for what happened

Bags are now permanently under his eyes. He clings to you in sleep now, not out of love, but because he's terrified of losing you like he has lost so many

He's lost brothers, family and friends to war. To protect his loved ones was one of the reasons for creating the village But he can't protect you from yourself

He is an amazing healer so there are no physical scars on you. However, every time he sees you, he sees those injuries on you- he is forever scared mentally

He loves you and he drains himself trying to keep you happy

He doesn't show you he is struggling at all, he is scared his depression will cause you to spiral downward and attempt to take your life again

So he puts on a happy, joyous and carefree mask. Now he is performing at home as well as performing as Hokage and clan head

He secretly asks Tobirama to watch you when he is unable to. Tobirama starts to dislike you. You burden his brother, himself and the village. To him you are a liability, a weakness of his brother and a danger to the village. He would never hurt anyone his brother loves but he advises Hashirama to break up with you and tries to convince you to leave Hashirama, and preferably the village

Tobirama

He's angry and he's disappointed but mostly at himself because he feels so powerless

Despite being an amazing tactician, he didn't predict and prevent this. He feels so inadequate and starts doubting himself

Ever the logical man, he sees there's a problem and he wants to fix it. And nothing will get in the way, not even you

However, emotions do not follow logical thought, and you cannot apply cold logic to something as complicated as mental health

To you, he visibly becomes colder and more distant however he is trying to do the opposite. He expresses his love through acts of service but he is so emotionally incompetent it comes off as him being controlling, which he is but he wants to help you. He just has no idea how

He never opens up about his mental health. The trauma of being a child soldier, having an abusive father, trying to protect his brothers from abuse, losing his brothers, his alienation from being albino and autistic (my headcanon), PTSD, his strained relationship with his brother…

In his mind, as long as you can do your job as a shinobi, housewife, or merchant… and contribute to your village and/or clan, you are fine. Happiness and personal fulfilment come from knowing your place and fulfilling you are not contributing then that is a problem. If you're not doing your duty then that is a problem that needs to be fixed

He views people like cogs in a machine, if you are not doing your job then that is a problem. If you are doing your job, then there is no problem

He'll make sure you are physically well and then try to get you back to work because then that means everything is fixed

He will never talk about it, he wants to forget it, ignore it suppress it- like all his other emotions

But secretly, when he can, he'll create a shadow clone to follow you around to make sure you're safe

He will also put a seal on you that allows him to teleport to you if he senses that you're in danger. If you refuse he'll do it anyway without your permission because it's the smart thing to do and he cares about you. Your safety is more important to him than you liking him

At night when he comes back late and you are fast asleep, he'll hold you and silently cry a bit because he doesn't want to lose you.

You will never find out, he wants to be strong for both of you. In his mind no emotions = strong

In his mind, you have too many emotions, so he needs to show even fewer emotions to avoid triggering you. This is very unhealthy for everyone

After his brother advises him, he tries to be more outwardly affectionate. Even though he doesn't understand the need of pointing out the obvious, he compliments you more and kisses you on the forehead before going to work every day. Just know that he loves you

Madara

Hashirama is the one to tell Madara about your attempt. He was the medic-nin that saved you and, mainly, because everyone else is too scared of Madara to tell him

Madara is angry and scared. He is one of the most powerful shinobi to have ever existed. He has one of the most powerful Kekkei Genkai, yet he couldn't protect you. He can't protect you from yourself

The way he deals with his feelings of powerlessness is to label you unworthy

If you let your thoughts almost kill you- then you are truly weak. He grew up in a war zone where everyone was trying to kill him and he's perfectly fine! (He's not)

While you recover, he'll check up on you and make sure you're healing but he won't talk about what happened at all. Once you physically recover from your attempt, he'll break up with you

He's the clan head and his future spouse would become the clan matriarch (or the gender-neutral equivalent), taking on a lot of roles and responsibilities. Madara can't have someone he views as weak representing the Uchiha, it would make the Uchiha seem vulnerable and his job is ultimately to protect the clan. Madara also worries that the stress from the job will worsen you're mental health

After the break up he'll disappear for your life completely. If you try to visit him he will never be in. He won't be in his office if you're there- you won't even see him out in the street. It will be like you were never together

Secretly, he will start stalking you because he's worried but has no idea how to help you

He stops eating or sleeping regularly because he's too worried. Also, you were the one to remind him to eat and drink. His own physical and mental health declines

Hashirama becomes increasingly worried about his friend and tries to convince Madara to talk to you

Madara has already lost Izuna and the rest of his family, he can't lose you too. He knocks on your door with some food hoping you'll start the conversation

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[ayyyez]

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

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

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

CHARACTERS: Madara Uchiha, Tobirama Senju

MADARA UCHIHA

This gremlin? ohohoho. Alright here we go.

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

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

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

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

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

He's tossing and turning constantly.

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

The interactions the two of you have are heated.

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

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

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

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

That's when the two of you kissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TOBIRAMA SENJU

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He tolerates them now.

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

Craves physical affection.

Touch starved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobirama is very into you in these moments.

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

[chocolatetheoristcloud]

hello hello🫦 ok, so if your requests are still open, can you do HARD DOM Madara and breeding👉👈

i will literally eat anything from this man up plspls mwah

Sure thing sweetheart, also so for not doing this sooner I just noticed it.

Multiplying

Paring:HARD DOM Madara x FEM reader

Summary: Madara wants you to help with multipling the clan and providing the clan with heirs.

Warning: breeding, cursing,dark content, ,hard Dom Madara, smut, bondage, breeding kink,bad English, blindfolded.

English is not my first language.

Madara watched in darkness as you struggled with the ropes holding your arms above your head hostage to the bed head. He watched in delight as your tried to escape your bonds. How you looked like struggling rabbit caught in a trap.

how it makes his cock painfully hard and stiff. He was just dying to breed you.

Slowly and silently Madara made his way towards the bed you were tied down to. Once he reached you he slowly reached out his hand and slowly rubbed his hand down your stomach. Making you flinch, in a frightened voice they girl called out " Madara is that you, darling?". "Yes sugar why you were expecting someone else ?" He questioned with one his eye brow up.

"What no, just wanted to know if you did this, also why did you do this to me?" She questioned confused as to what her husband was thinking when he tied her down and on top of that he had stripped her of her clothes.

" I want you to help me baby" he said in his deep voice while he continued to rub his hand up and down your stomach. " With what..?" She answered still not knowing what the hell is going on.

Madara didn't say not one thing he just chuckle and in a smooth motion his hands went straight for the prize.

Now moving to be in between said woman thighs to increase his actions. while said woman could do nothing but take his actions.

Now before she could cum being already stripped of his clothes he sank into her impossibly deep. Making the woman under him bawled out.

"Not so hard-ahh ahh!!" The woman bawled out underneath him not knowing where up or down was. However her pleads fell on deaf ears as Madara sex filled brain was only fulled with one thing.

Breeding you. And breeding you hard.

As Madara continued with his hard fast and brutal thrusts slamming into her core that was sure to give her problems working in the morning. And with his hands gripping tightly on her knees that they were sure to bruise.

And finally Madara could feel he was close he began to go faster and slamming his hips harder. When finally he burst, his orgasm hitting him in crashing waves as thick ropes of white painted your core with his seed so deep within your core you were sure you would become pregnant. With your back arched beautifully yet so painful with the last of his seed cumming inside you, you didn't even scream not once.

After a minute or two he pulled out being careful not spill out his seed.

With a tired chuckle he stood on his knees and looked down at you. You were a mess. Opening his mouth he said "Now take my seed and provide me with many strong blooded heirs and be the mother of my children" he finished says as he looks down at your chest drastically falling down then rising up as you were breathing hard trying to catch your breath.

As Madara wonder if to let you out of your bonds.

[iambilliejeanok]

Hcs of what would happen if you accidentally farted on your Naruto dude during sex, please! :) Because I want to make everyone feel awkward.

Specific Naruto guys: Madara, Tobirama, Izuna, Sasuke and Itachi

Warnings: 18+, nsfw mentions pls, lots of farts it might get a little stinky

Madara

Madara is absolutely shocked. He just hasn’t formulated a way out of a situation like this yet. If you focus too much on the fact that you farted he’s also just gonna stop and look at you…And you two will just be there like

Your vagina does make those farty sounds when you two are at it sometimes, so if you play it cool he will definitely tell himself it was one of those instead.

If your fart was stinky mate…he will hold his breath for as long as he needs to and keep on doing what he’s doing. “Wow, you’re really losing control huh?”, he will tease and make you laugh involuntarily, laughing with you before diving in for a kiss.

“Don’t make me fuck the fart out of you”, he teases whenever he playfully threatens to put you in place. “Madara!”, you whine, “It was an accident okay!!”, you try to defend yourself. “An accident that I can and will make happen again so stop playing with me”, he laughs, holding his tummy at the sight of your embarrassed expression.

Itachi

“Stinky”, he teases before he places a kiss on your forehead and continues with whatever he’s doing.

He’s loves how normal you can be sometimes, and will try his best to not make you feel awkward about normal things like that.

He doesn’t pay too much mind to whether it smells or not. Even if it really wreaks, he will hide away any facial expression from you. He farts around you all the time anyway to it would be really unfair for him to make a big deal out of it.

He might actually fart too to try and level things out. He’s a strategist after all.

Tobirama

He might secretly have a bit of a fart kink….Yes. You fart in your sleep now and then and he just buries himself under the covers to get some good whiffs alright. Yeah. Especially the warm and wet farts those ones are his favorite.

If you fart during sex he becomes really awkward. Not because you farted but because he’s worried you might figure out that he’s trying to sniff it. You notice how weird he’s being and immediately apologize. “I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to do that”, you softly say, “oh, uhm *clears throat* don’t worry it’s really okay” he quickly responds. Making you doubt if it really is… whole time he’s really into it.

Fart while he’s eating you out and he’s coming for that impatient hole next, shoving his tongue inside of it immediately!!! He just needs to taste it and it breathe it all in. Yes. He just

Sasuke

That shits over faster than you can apologize. You just killed the vibes real bad y/n. How dare you. If it’s a stinky fart he will literally turn you over and spank you ON SIGHT.

He will come back and finish where he left off once he’s done throwing his little tantrum. At that point you’re also a bit turned off but he will force them orgasms out of you stop playing.

But if he’s seriously punishing you, you might need to consider farting, it could possibly free you from whatever torture he’s putting you through. Use your fart like a weapon y/n. It could help you more than you know.

[lesyarei7]

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WARNING OF NSFW CONTENT ─ 🔞mdni, Explicit warnings and numerous lewd descriptions. Same on 🔗AO3

Madara x FemReader, Modern AU, 2611 words 

🔗Request 7 for @beautyblueblossom

Thanks for the request, @beautyblueblossom It was fun to explore a hospital setting and shift the focus to the doctors when things took an unexpected turn... 😉✍️🔞🌚😏❤️‍🔥

By 🔗lesyarei7 - Sep 21, 2024

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The day he was had been long and tiring for Madara, a 28-year-old man who had made an appointment for a male health checkup and a visit to the urologist. He had missed his previous checkup a few years ago, which was the reason for his current visit. Despite feeling fine, he wanted to ensure everything was in working order. Anxious thoughts swirled in his mind as he waited for his appointment, wondering if something might be wrong.

Earlier that morning, he had gone to the hospital for initial tests, but more would come during his visit with the urologist. In preparation for the appointment, he had been instructed to abstain from sex and any ejaculation-inducing activities for 4 days, as well as avoiding alcohol, caffeine, and drugs.

As the last patient of the day at the doctor's office, Madara's appointment was scheduled for 5:30 pm. 

"Please, do come in, Uchiha Madara." The doctor stepped away from the door and motioned for Madara to enter. She was clad in a pristine white lab coat, her long hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. 

Madara, who had expected to see a man, was taken aback by the sight of this woman before him. He remembered making an appointment with a male specialist, so he was surprised to see her instead. "I apologize if you were expecting my colleague," she explained, her voice soft and professional. "He had an emergency and I am filling in for him today." 

"I perceive," Madara muttered, his eyes scanning over her figure as she led him to a private room. He couldn't help but notice how her robe revealed just a hint of cleavage, causing a slight unease within him. "This should only take a moment," she assured him as she took his medical history. Though he tried to focus on the questions she asked, his mind kept wandering back to the unexpected beauty of the medic standing before him.

Before the examination begins, I must ask you some questions to better understand your current health. 

Are you experiencing any issues with achieving or maintaining erections? Does ejaculation cause any discomfort?

Madara's response was firm and unwavering. "No," he replied.

"Moving on, do you have any pain during sexual activity or any other sexual dysfunction?"

Again, Madara shook his head.

"Have you been feeling any pain in your lower abdomen, pelvic area, or genitals?" You prodded further. 

As you continued with the questioning, you turned to inquire about lifestyle factors. "Do you smoke, drink alcohol, or use recreational drugs?"

Madara hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I occasionally drink alcohol." You made a note of this information before moving on to ask about diet and exercise habits.

"Do you experience a lot of stress in your daily life?" You probed further.

"It varies," Madara responded. "It depends on my work schedule."

"Got it," You nodded understandingly. "Based on your previous medical tests, everything looks normal so far. However, I will need to conduct an examination now." With that, you put on a pair of gloves and asked Madara to remove his lower clothing for the examination.

He unbuttons his pants, sliding them off and revealing his perfectly toned physique through the open buttons of his shirt.

Your eyes greedily took in his build, unable to tear away from the perfection in front of you. But you snapped out of it, reminding yourself to remain professional. What's wrong with me, you thought, trying to push aside the cravings that had been building up since your last relationship ended.

"Before we proceed, is it alright if I begin the physical examination?" you asked, your voice steady.

Madara met your gaze, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Go ahead," he said with a smirk, his tone casual but confirming his agreement.

With a determined focus, you examined him rectally, confirming everything was normal before moving on to the rest of his body. As you ran your hands over his abdomen, you couldn't help but admire the defined muscles beneath your fingertips. Madara smirked at your obvious admiration, causing a surge of heat between your legs. His gaze was electric — dangerous — and you knew you were losing control. You bit your lip, struggling to maintain composure as your thoughts wander where they shouldn’t. This wasn’t right, but the heat between you two was undeniable, growing stronger by the second.

"Is this really part of the examination?" He leads on, his eyes darkening with lust as your hands wander over his shape. You found yourself caught between professionalism and yearning as the words hung in the air, thick with tension.

"Are you comfortable continuing like this? I need to be sure before we take this further," you murmured, your voice soft but serious.

Madara’s eyes darkened, his smirk widening."I wouldn’t still be here if I wasn't."

You try to maintain a professional demeanor as you continue to examine his penis, scrotum, and testicles. Despite your best efforts, the warmth of his skin beneath your gloved fingers stirs something deeper, an urge you cannot resist. But as you touch Madara, causing him to close his eyes in arousal, it becomes increasingly difficult to resist the temptation burning between the two of you. Your hands moved with practiced precision, but your mind was far from the sterile professionalism you were supposed to maintain. Your gloved fingers glided across his heated rind, the latex creating a soft rustle with each movement. His scent — a mixture of sweat and something primal — filled your senses, clouding your thoughts and making it harder to maintain the clinical detachment you should have. The sight of Madara — so strong, so composed — was making it difficult to concentrate. A voice in the back of your mind screamed for restraint, but the overwhelming pull of him — the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles flexed under your fingers — was too much. You knew this was wrong, but at this moment, you didn’t care. Heat pooled low in your belly, and you chastised yourself for letting your thoughts wander. Focus, you mentally commanded, but as your fingers brushed against his skin, the electric connection between you only intensified.

Madara's dick was a thick and impressive sight, its length becoming fully engorged from your actions. Every vein and curve stood out in stark relief, tempting you to run your fingers along its shape. As you caressed him, you could feel your own body responding with pulsing need. His hardness grew even more at your touch, and you couldn't help but admire the powerful effect you had on him. Your pussy throbbed with hunger as you watched him grow harder from your pleasuring.

Madara’s jaw clenched, his gaze following your every move. "I thought this was supposed to be a medical exam," he taunted, his voice dripping with unspoken urge. You met his gaze, a sly smile tugging at your lips. "It is," you replied, your tone playful yet challenging. "But I’ve found… certain methods can be very effective." His smirk widened, and you could feel the tension building, thick and heady in the air.

His breaths grew heavier and more labored, a visible sign of his arousal and frustration. You smirked at him, knowing full well the effect you were having on him. Your voice steady despite the way your pulse quickened, - "It's time to collect a sample of semen for overall sperm health tests," you stated matter-of-factly, hoping he wouldn't mind. But even if he did, it was too late now. You had given him a hard-on with your tantalizing words and now you intended to follow through on your intentions as his doc. Madara raises an eyebrow, but the hint of a smirk betrays his willingness. "I see," he drawled, leaning in just enough to make the space between you feel smaller, more intimate. "And how do you plan on collecting that sample, Doctor?"

"I will gather a sample of semen in the most enjoyable manner possible..." You take hold of his shaft and show him your preferred method.

"Let’s see how skilled you are." Uchiha huffed, clearly taken aback by your bold behavior. His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, everything hung in the balance. He could walk away, but instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"Is this really what you want?" he asked, his voice a low growl. You met his gaze and nodded, desire thrumming through your veins. 

"Asking me to continue?" you inquired, almost challenging you.

He met your gaze confidently and nodded. "Yes," his breath ragged. "You know exactly what I need, don’t you?" Madara's voice dripped with fire, and there was no mistaking the challenge in his gaze. You met it head-on, a wicked smile curving your lips. "I do," you whispered, your hand tightening around him. A mischievous glint lit up in your eyes as you studied him. "It's not easy abstaining from sex for four days, is it?" you taunted, fully aware of the struggle he must be going through.

"I will help you out. We both will help ourselves," you added, enjoying teasing him even further. With a firm grip on him, you began stroking him faster, using your skilled hands to give him a handjob while sitting beside him.

As his body struggled to maintain its last shred of composure, his moans reverberated in the small room. "Ah...fuck..." he groaned, his bones tensing as pleasure washed over him.

"I am gonna cum," he warned, but you didn't slow down. Instead, you continued to jerk him off with determination until finally, with a loud gasp and shudder, he released into your hand. You couldn't help but feel satisfied with yourself as you looked at the mess in your hand before wiping it clean with a tissue. It was all part of being a good healer - taking care of your patients in every way possible.

Startled, you realize you were supposed to use Madara's seed for a test... 

"Oh fuck," Madara mutters under his breath, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he looks at you. His gaze is intense and piercing, and you can feel your heart racing in response. "You played me well, you dirty doctor. It was never your intention to do the test." He reaches out and grabs your thigh firmly, causing you to gasp in surprise. With a swift motion, he pulls off your robe, exposing your large breasts that bounce and jiggle from the sudden movement. Your skin flushes with heat as your eyes meet, electricity crackling between you.

"Do you want this to continue?" His voice is laced with dominance and a hint of danger. "It would be best if you let me fuck you if that is true. I don't want to end up facing legal consequences for physical violence."

You're momentarily speechless, caught off guard by Madara's sudden change in demeanor. But then a wicked smirk crosses your lips as you remember the effect you have on him.

"Yes," you say boldly, meeting his gaze with confidence. "Masturbating you made me drenched... So why don't you do your own examination, Doctor Madara? Would you mind checking?"

A flicker of surprise flashes across his face before he grins, removing his shirt and undressing you completely. Your frame trembles with anticipation as he murmurs about how hot you are while sucking on your sensitive nipples.

He positions you on the table, spreading your legs wide open. At that moment, any resistance or hesitation melts away as you give yourself over to the intense pleasure that Madara can provide.

Desperately trying to stifle your moans, you feel his fingers plunging into you relentlessly. "Oh baby, struggling to keep quiet? Do you fear someone in this hospital will hear? Don't bother..." he taunts, thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy with a devilish smirk. He leans over you, smothering your mouth with a deep kiss as your anatomy convulses with pleasure. Your fingers claw at the table and his hand, while your legs shake uncontrollably and your stomach tightens with each powerful thrust. The overwhelming sensations send you into a state of pure ecstasy, your eyes rolling back and a guttural groan escaping your lips. "Good girl," he whispers in your ear before pulling away, leaving you wet and wanting once again.

As you catch your breath, you can feel his arousal growing once again - just in time for round two.

"You're driving me crazy, Doctor Y/N," Madara growls as he grinds his rock-hard erection against your throbbing muff. Your juices mingle together, creating a slick trail down your stomach as he presses harder, demanding entrance.

You begged, your voice hoarse and desperate. "Just enter me already!" 

His lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Oh, how eager," he taunted, savoring your desperation. Your cunt throbbed with need, craving his dick. 

"Please...Madara," you moaned, unable to resist any longer. "Fuck me." 

But he silenced you with a harsh command: "Hush." With one swift motion, he plunged his fingers into your mouth. You eagerly suck on them, tasting yourself as he finally enters you, filling your slick pussy and causing a wave of intense satisfaction to crash over you, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Pleasure shot through your shape and you grit your teeth from the sensation.

He ravaged you with a primal ferocity, his hands grabbing and squeezing your breasts as he thrust into you with reckless abandon. Your legs wrapped tightly around his bum, every movement sending waves of glee through your body. With each deep, powerful thrust, you screamed in ecstasy, your nails digging into his back.

As he neared his climax, Madara buried his face in your neck, groaning as he filled you with his hot jizz. He pulled out and released himself on your stomach with a guttural grunt.

You collapsed onto the table, completely spent and covered in sweat and cum. A satisfied smile crossed your face as you panted for breath. "That was quite the examination, Doctor Uchiha," you purred.

You grinned at him, still breathless from the intensity of it all. "Well, I suppose that was… thorough," He playfully provoked you, wiping the sweat from your brow. Madara smirked, clearly pleased with himself. "I’m nothing if not dedicated to my health," he replied, his tone playful. You laughed, shaking your head. "I'll make sure to add it to your medical record: highly recommended treatment."

He leaned over you, licking your lips and causing shivers to run down your spine. "It was my pleasure," he replied, smirking. 

"I was blown away by it," you murmured as you sat up and traced your fingers along his face. "Do you always fuck like that?"

"In response to your question, yes, I am insatiable in bed. I haven't fucked in four agonizing days. If I seemed harsh with you, filthy medico, it was due to the pent-up frustration I was experiencing."

"No, I like it a lot." You traced your fingers along his cheek, feeling a surge of lust coursing through you once more. "Perhaps we should meet again," you tempted, your fingers tracing his jaw.

Madara’s eyes glinted with amusement. "Only if you’re as eager next time," he grinned back, both of you still basking in the aftermath of intense passion.

"I am," you confirmed, your lips curving into a smile.

Grinning, he helped you clean up the mess before stealing one last kiss from your swollen lips. The intense chemistry between the two of you was undeniable - this was just the beginning of a wild and passionate affair.

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[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.

[madarasgirl]

A Love Letter to the King

Now on AO3!

I’ve been so distracted lately, mind filled with indecent thoughts of the Uchiha patriarch. Needed to get this out and hopefully alleviate my perpetually flooded basement. I present you with my many dirty snippets of fantasy strung together to form a little smutty fiction. This is an attempt to worship Madara in the bedroom.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Very descriptive smut, oral sex, kage bunshin no jutsu, group sex, anal sex, double penetration, light bondage, breeding, Madara is a dom, he loves his fem!reader, no abuse or non-consent. My first smut.

Be prepared. Steamy one-shot under the cut. 3070 words

As the last rays of sun filtered through the sheer curtains of your bedroom and died, you twirled your tongue around the silken skin covering Madara’s crown, slipping your tongue under his foreskin and back down again, tickling his sensitive frenulum. Your hands were busy peeling the skin on your man’s cock back and forth, up and down, repeatedly, massaging him, milking him. You inhaled his musky, male scent deeply, humming happily as you took more length down your throat until it hit the back. Taking a huge breath, you swallowed your gag, eyes watering when your nose finally met a soft bed of dark pubes. Steely shaft lodged down your throat, you proudly peeked up at Madara’s handsome visage.

Holy shit. Madara thought, desperately fighting every instinct to grab the back of your head and start fucking. No, he won’t hurt you. Calm down calm down calm down.

You gagged twice as Madara’s rock hard length kicked excitedly in your throat, tears spilling down your cheeks as you found a hand on your jaw that held you back. “Don’t force yourself,” Madara panted. “Are you sure you don’t want a safe word? Hn I will give you one anyways. It’ll be-”

“Hehe I don’t need one. I’m with you after all. I trust you more than anyone. What’s the worst that could happen?” You grinned up at the Uchiha cheekily before going back down, swallowing him whole and moaning. Madara groaned at the electric vibrations shooting through his cock. You sweet summer child.

You took your time worshipping your man with your face buried in his crotch, lapping at the large twin orbs and perineum below, tapping the jewels lightly when the hands gently stroking your face and weaving through your hair tightened. Sucking harder on the inside of his thigh to leave your mark, your hands greedily explored your lover –his sculpted abs, arms and chest thick with muscle, you grabbed his hard ass. You smirked to yourself as you saw Madara’s nuts draw upwards throughout your ministrations.

“Enough.” He grasped your upper arm to walk you away from the window to the bed, to your disagreement. “I’m not done with you yet!” You growled, mustering up your strength to try and wrestle him back into position to slurp up his delicious penis again. Madara’s eyes narrowed despite his amusement at your display, an elegant brow lifting. Plucking you off your feet by the hips, he threw you over a shoulder before striding to the bed and tossing you in. You squawked in indignance, but by then, he was already looming over you, silky tresses forming a curtain framing both your faces. Tonight is not for patience, Madara decided, sinking two fingers into your dripping folds.

 “So wet already. Did you think you could stop me?”

You gasped. No matter how many times he took you, you still felt the initial stretch whenever he prepared you for penetration. But it stretched so good. You pushed back against his fingers and held his wrist, fingering yourself through his hand and moaning like a slut as he added a third finger.

“Mmm no. I like this position too. I think I’m getting exactly what I wanted,” you quipped, knowing that trying to boss Madara around would get a reaction out of him.

In response, Madara dipped down and lapped at your slick entrance, thumb applying hard pressure and dragging slowly against your clit. He inhaled and held his breath, savoring the sweet fragrance of your nectar.

“We will see.”

Suddenly the hand and warmth disappeared, only to be replaced by the smooth tip of his shaft, its foreskin fully retracted, completely erect. Madara shoved and hilted himself all at once, your breath leaving you as he immediately started a punishing pace. You were mesmerized by the sight of him rutting above you and the view of the connection point where two became one. You distantly wondered how something so large even fit.

Wrapping your legs around Madara’s waist, you mewled and gyrated upwards to meet his hips, hands hungry to find purchase wherever they could on his body.

“No.” Madara stilled.

Coming back down to Earth, your legs shook, but you obeyed him.

“Good girl.” You gulped at his expression now, dark amusement crinkling the edges of his obsidian eyes as he smiled at you. As he built up a tantalizing rhythm once more, you bravely pondered if you should try and fuck him back again.

Rational thought disappeared as an orgasm washed over you, your walls collapsing and convulsing around your partner, a string of unintelligible words leaving your mouth. You held onto your beloved to ground yourself, needing more –MORE– contact, wrapping your legs around his hips as your hands weaved into his mane.

Madara leered at you in satisfaction as you come undone before him –your back arched and throat exposed. “If you don’t stop squirming, I’ll pull out and leave you like this.” His hand reached for your neck and palmed it. No pressure applied, just him tracing up and down your throat as he grinned at you evilly.

What?! You were incredulous. How could he be so cruel when you were like this? Your jaws dropping and livid while still riding the waves of your release, you wanted nothing more than to slap that smug look off Madara’s stupid face.

“Or perhaps you’d like me to hold you down instead?”

You wanted to scream, but knew Madara would tease you more, so not knowing what else to say or do in this moment with your brain fried, you started crying instead. Witnessing your helpless display, his expression gentled. He was never able to deny you for THAT long. No matter, he could keep this going all night.

Madara bent down and put his weight on you as he grabbed both sides of your rump and pounded you into the mattress, balls slapping against your puckered orifice. To your relief, the new position allowed you to cling to your man as much as you needed. You sighed in contentment, revering his weight squishing you into the mattress, your pussy open and enjoying the onslaught, neither of you noticing the alarming squeals of your bed.

You finally looked at him again, only to find crimson staring hotly back at you, his eyelids peeled back impossibly wide as Madara hungrily drank you in. Were his pupils dilated? That was not a look you've seen before in a Sharingan. You stared back, captivated by his deadly form and unhinged expression. “He’s so beautiful” you thought. “Beautiful and dangerous,” you corrected yourself. But he was entirely yours. You whimpered, brain short-circuiting again as your nerves frayed and skin fried under his scorching treatment. You were simultaneously intimidated and intensely aroused for this man right now, the conflicting emotions boiling over to another orgasm.

Madara grunted and pushed in one last time before spilling his seed inside you. He kissed you hungrily, tongue dominating your mouth as you gave everything to him. The two of you rode your release, Madara slowly rocking against you while coming down from the pleasure, still sheathed within your cock sleeve. He hugged you closely to his chest and caressed the back of your head.

“You okay?” He asked.

You nuzzled against him, face pressed into his chest. “Couldn’t be better.” Your mind buzzed, the experience feeling like you got hit in the head by a meteor or two.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, but somewhere along the way, Madara pulled out to lay beside you and continued cradling you like the treasure you were. You smiled to yourself, feeling his length still swollen. You detached yourself from his embrace to expose your ongoing heat as well.

“Madara……please…stop teasing me. Put it back in…” You wailed with your legs split and reached down to spread your vertical lips and show him your drooling pussy. “Please…please…I’m yours, have me.” You were now desperate and not above begging aloud. You needed to be filled up and fucked. You offered yourself again, as if you were paying homage to a god.

How did you go from being terrified of this wonderful man when you first met to this? This wanton, needy mess begging for more of Uchiha Madara’s cock?

“What a view,” Madara breathed out, proud of the sloppy mess he made between your legs. When you got like this, you usually brought out all his soft edges. But not tonight, when he already gave in to your pleading earlier. He had an idea.

“Of course,” he murmured. And like that, the dance continued.

_______________

As you were licking Madara clean of his cum, you relaxed into his gentle petting, ready to pass out in bliss. You gave him a silly smile.

Another set of hands brushed against your thighs, making your eyes snap open. A familiar voice started from yet another direction. “You thought I was finished?” You could only stare in horror as you looked around and discovered four additional pairs of eyes gazing darkly back at you in mirth.

“Ah –ah. Oh God.” No sassy comment came to mind. You were speechless.

“It’s just me, Y/N.” A Madara stepped up to your side to fondle and pinch your breasts. “Five-to-one. It’s the perfect ratio for playing games, don’t you think?”

Your mind melted from too many sets of hands groping you. There was the hand cupping your breast. A mouth on your other breast suckling the nipple. Another set of greedy hands kneaded your ass and seized your hips. A tongue slowly traced its way up your neck, leaving light butterfly kisses at your earlobes. Several fingers were buried in your sopping cunt, pumping.

“Did I already die and go to heaven?”

“I wouldn’t be there with you, love.”

You frowned at his reply as you distantly heard Madara mutter the name of some jutsu, then found your hands restrained. “Eeeeeepp!!!” You squeaked, eyes wide as you realized this time there was nothing you can hold onto as you faced five Madaras.

You were placed on your hands and knees. A hand wandered to your rear end and you felt a cold liquid applied as you were getting spit-roasted by two Madaras. A finger brushed your clit continuously. Feeling overwhelmed and helpless, you pushed back on the organ in your vagina. A finger dipped into your ass and you tensed, but you couldn’t look backwards, not when your mouth was so full and your head held in place.

The Madara in your mouth pulled out from your mouth to tilt your head up at him. He searched your face and eyes, unraveling his sensory abilities, carefully feeling for any hint you didn’t wish for what was to come. He found in you a blazing arousal, yes, but beyond that, utter trust and love. The part of his heart he thought he previously taught to close off ached. Before you, Madara didn’t know his broken heart would be capable of such intense love again after Izuna departed long ago. It made Madara once again feel a devotion that could drive him to insanity. He silently vowed to do better by you this time and protect you forever.

Nimble fingers traced around your rosebud, the touch feather light, as the digit already inside rotated back and forth, twisting, prodding. He beckoned for you to open for him. You were growing weak, unable to prop yourself up any longer without the support of your arms. A Madara chuckled and held you up with one hand on your chest, while an additional digit joining the unyielding one in your butt. You clenched and unclenched, relishing the stretching in your bottom even if you already felt stuffed.

The Madara inside your snatch grunted from your flexing pelvic muscles, the rhythmic contractions milked his member and pushed him over the edge. He withdrew and yet another Madara took his place, this one starting a hard, rapid tempo at once. You abruptly found yourself straddling him, breasts bouncing in his face while Madara #4 (5? You have no idea) positioned himself behind you, head bumping against your anus and pushing steadily.

You drew deep breaths and bore down, attempting to open your hole to ease the entry. Feeling needy, you whined and kissed the Madara under you, the one pummeling your cervix. You licked and nipped at his lower lip, rubbing your forehead against his as tears prickled your vision. The man in your ass bottomed out at last, pausing to give you a chance to adjust to his invasion.

A different Madara came up to your face to offer you his dick and you eagerly sucked it up to pacify yourself. You made an incomprehensible sound as you went into sensory overload from getting stuffed airtight, clenching hard at each of the organs penetrating you. The ass Madara picked up his pace, pulling himself out almost entirely before plunging back where he belonged.

“You feel delectable,” Madara remarked.

And you are divine, you thought back.

You swayed like a rag doll at the mercy of a relentless deity, rocking from being hammered from each angle, loving every moment of it. Your low calls echoed through the room, when a loud CRACK snapped you out of your stupor, gravity causing you to lose balance. Your scream was muffled by a Madara’s tool filling your gullet as you fell backwards.

As expected, none of these shinobi missed a beat. As the vertigo passed, you were suspended in the air by the same two Madara who were in your pelvis, safe from the wreck that was your bed as they continued to bang you from the front and back while standing. A strong set of hands clutched your butt possessively, another set of hands pressed into your hips to hold you up against them. Your legs waved lewdly in the air. Two rods pistoned tirelessly into your molten core, churning butter, what was deposited prior dripping onto the floor, the squelching of fluids obscene.

You eyed the ruins of your furniture and sigh, “Now I need a new bed.”

“Then come sleep in mine.”

Your eyes opened in surprise and you glanced at a Madara off to your side who was running hands down the length of the underside of your leg, carefully brushing the sweaty skin.

“Am I supposed to make the long walk to your house at the end of each day?” You replied weakly, leaning back on your lover and resigning yourself to sleeping on your mattress or couch until you arranged for a new bed frame.

“I’m serious. Come live with me.”

“Hn, I could always come pick you up.” A sharp thrust smacked your backside.

The Madara at your side turned. “She was not addressing you.” He glared viciously at himself. You snickered because of course Madara would argue with himself. But living with him…your tired mind wandered at the suggestion.

Ass Madara glared back at his maker and finished behind you, the original dismissing him in a cloud of smoke. You flailed briefly at the loss in support before he appeared at your rear and slid in easily. Madara groaned lowly as the pleasure his clone experienced rocked his world again. He whispered kind words of affection to you.

“You are mine,” he stated matter-of-factly. This one must be the original.

A translucent blanket of blue enveloped your world, several Susano’o ribs formed to possessively surround you and the remaining clones.

“I will always protect you.”

Within what was supposed to be the most sinister chakra, sandwiched between two Madaras while two more watched or caressed you, there was nowhere safer than in this tempestuous storm god’s embrace. There was nowhere you’d rather be.

“Yes. Yes to everything,” you answered him.

The jutsu restraining your arms vanished at once and you rejoiced in your new freedom. At last you can hold Madara back! You needed to touch him right now. You relaxed, legs entwining around clone Madara’s waist as you turned as much as you could to touch the real one’s face, fingers brushing over his eyebrows. You ran your other hand through his luscious raven strands to lock your fingertips around his nape and kissed him deeply, rolling your hips in a vain attempt to take even more of him.

Red eyes observed your every action, memorizing each minute change in expression with startling clarity.

“Madara, MADARA!“ You chanted his name like a prayer. You peered around at the Madara copies that appeared just as fiercely determined to protect as the original. Your breath hitched in panic. “Please don’t have your clones use Susano’o too! I understand your point!” You exclaimed, extremely worried your other belongings in the small apartment would break from Madara’s flexing.

You suddenly found your situation so ridiculous. Here you were with a broken bed after a long night of carnal activity, still getting railed by multiple copies of the same man inside the protection of his Susano’o. Your love for the only Uchiha Madara washed over you and you sobbed his name as a final orgasm wracked its way through your exhausted body.

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“Spread yourself for me.” Huh? Your legs were already split wide open. Was he trying to break your hips? Possibly, but –oh.

“You are mine, no?” You flushed more, if it was even possible, as you caught on. You wordlessly submitted, tilting your hips to provide a better view, your legs spreading unbelievably wider. Then, parting your inner folds with one hand and pulling your rump apart with the other, you displayed your two open, dripping holes swollen from overuse.

Uchiha Madara studied your salacious exhibit, crimson irises meticulously scanning you from face to rear, eyes stopping at the oozing fluids saturating your nether regions.

"You are stunning," he observed.

He stroked himself before pushing inside once more, the inexplicable urge to claim you coming over him. Hot essence seared your insides and you collapsed like a limp bag of bones, dazed.

The gleaming moonlight illuminated your spent, naked forms tangled in each other. Two souls were one, everything was perfect. Madara wouldn’t trade this for anything.

“I love you,” you whispered.

I love you more, Madara thought, gazing softly at you, lacing his fingers through yours.

You smiled warmly at him. You knew you didn’t need a safe word.

~End~

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Umm that got out of hand. This was supposed to be a short smut fic ending after the first round and Madara’s clones popping up so I can laugh at us when we realize how much trouble we’re in. Instead I wrote out the group sex scene. *Face palm*

I headcanon that Madara is a very physical being and isn’t overly talkative during sex, preferring to show his feelings through actions, whether it’s touch or even the way he looks at you. While I believe he’s most vulnerable and most likely to engage in heart-to-heart post-coitus, he’s too overwhelmed by raw emotion at the end of my scene to articulate coherent thought, which was why he doesn’t verbally reply to you. Whatever he says though, he means 100% and he already called you "love" earlier.

Hope you enjoyed this work of love as much I did writing it.

Didn't want to insert a "big balls" joke in the story. Here's a Tengai Shinsei gif to remind us of the actual size of Madara's glorious nuts

[indras-wife]

Thanks for responding to my first request lovely. In your opinion, what type of woman would Indra and Madara date? I cant imagine those two psychos even falling in love fr lol especially Madara

Thank you for requesting this anon💖I see Madara is becoming a prominent figure in my blog for which I am very happy. These two men are undoubtedly interesting to write about. And tbh, I couldn’t imagine Madara and even Indra feeling in love. They both are too occupied with their ideologies, so much that they have no time for love.

Nevertheless, I tried my best to describe what type of women these handsome men are looking for 👀✨Hope I did justice for the request. Feel free to send more fun ideas!

Indra

Indra is a little old-fashioned as the type of woman he would be attracted to has to be someone who is intellectual, sophisticated, doesn’t talk back and knows her place with him. Indra does not love being challenged, especially by a woman, so having a woman next to him who knows how to behave is a very important thing for him. He wants his s/o to be smart only because he is sapiosexual and having smart woman next to him turns him on different levels. A genius man needs a genius wife (in his opinion)

He is also into women who can take care of themselves and dont fully rely on a man. Since he would be busy with running leader activites, planning the next fights with Ashura, training his soldiers, etc, he wants the woman next to him to take care of herself and her responsibilites without relying much on him. If he sees her running errands, giving orders to others on what to do, he will become even more attracted to her.

He also loves women who take care of themselves and arent messy. Of course, he realises that taking care of your skin, clothes and appearences in general is not always an easy task, especially when they have kids in the future and they are running around, but he still expects hi s/o to be presentable always. Not necessarily with full face of makeup or fancy hair styles, but still looking presentable.

Indra HATES women who talk back. If his s/o talks back to him, he would not mind showing where her place is, by putting her in a harsh genjustu. He can always find someone else to be next to him, but he is so connected with his s/o already that it would hurt him a little bit looking for someone new. So his s/o has to learn to not disobey him and talk back, or else he has a perfect punishment for such acts. And to add more, punishing his s/o with a genjutsu is a very pleasurable experience for him(very sadistic…)

Last but not least, Indra wants a woman who is willing to have many children and dedicate her time to raising them into fine, smart, educated people. His lineage has to exceed Ashura's, so having as many kids as possible is the best solution for Indra. (Also he would not let his genes goto waste, No way in hell. His ego wont let him do it)

Madara

Unlike Indra, Madara likes women who can be pretty challenging, especially in fights. The excitement he feels when his woman challanges his ideas about the world is undescribale. He enjoys listening to his love's passionate ideologies about the world, patiently waiting for her to finish s he can crush down her each and very point. He enjoys being in verbal fight with his s/o more, than being in an actual fight in a battlefield.

Madara is also someone who would not date a commoner. In his eyes, he is a God, and next to a God has to be someone who is close to his level. A commoner would be too afraid to even be next to him, while a woman of aristocracy would look perfect next to him. To add, Madara always knew that his status as a nobleman would guarantee him a noble wife when the time came , so the idea of a marriage with a commoner was always off putting and even insulting to him.

One similarity Indra and Madara share are their desires for having a wife who takes care of herself. Madara is a clan leader, so he always has to look presentable in front of everyone. His wife also must look presentable. If he notices some imperfections, like a small strand of hair falling on her face, Madara would scold her and make her go back to the room to fix her imperfect hairstyle. He doesnt care if it hurts his s/o. She chose to be with him, so she has to take his harsh criticism on every subject. This harsh criticism might change only when she becomes pregnant.

On a softer note, Madar wants his s/o to not only take care of herself, but take care of him too. It is no secret that his man has long majestic hair, and taking care of it is a pain in the ass. He wants his s/o to massage his scalp after each shower/bath, to rub essential oils all over his skin and allow him to relax on her lap. This is pure bliss for the man, something he dreamed about for years and having his s/o do it, makes him happier than ever.

Despite being a cold, ruthless man, Madara wants his s/o to be kind, gentle and sweet, Yes this man wants his s/o to be fully opposite of him. He wants to see her be close with everyone in the compound, be they kids, elders or even members from his own clan. He of course gets extremely jealous when he sees his s/o all smiley with a random men from his clan, but he also realises that this is what he wanted his s/o to be like, so he should not complain.(He still scares the poor man off later on, making sure his s/o doesnt hear about it)

[vulpisnocturna]

could you write prompt 19 for madara, i read what you posted and i got blushing 🤒🤒🤒😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳, your writing is amazing 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Thank you so much! <3

Link to NSFW prompt list

19) Character finds out that Reader is a virgin and finds Reader's overwhelm to be a huge turn-on as they have sex for the first time

NSFW - Minors do not interact

Warnings: virgin reader, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, corruption kink, praise kink, dirty talk, yandere-ish Madara, overstimulation

You were lost in his touch as your hands buried themselves in his long black hair, his tongue in your mouth, exploring and claiming, his hands everywhere on your body, branding you like his touch could light you on fire. You were underneath him on his bed, his mouth kissing on your jaw, his thigh between your legs offering you friction as you rutted against it, feeling high on pleasure. You weren’t really sure what to do, but it was instinct that guided you as you whimpered and rubbed your clit against his thigh. You were getting wetter and wetter, and Madara was not showing signs of speeding any of it up. You’d liked him for months from afar, and although you knew he was probably going to fuck you and then move on, you couldn’t help but want him to be your first. Though you weren’t sure you would get anyone like him again.

‘Let’s get this slutty little dress off you, shall we?’ he murmured against your ear, his hand sneaking under it to cup your ass and his mouth sucking on your neck. You moaned, trying to get his shirt off of him. He lifted himself up and took it off, revealing a toned body with muscular arms and slim hips. He towered over you both in height and muscles, almost looked like a god with his long black hair and toned, battle-weary body. He slipped your dress over your head, tossing it away and looking back at you. You squirmed under his gaze, primal fear and arousal gripping the pit of your stomach as his eyes turned glowing red.

‘You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?’ he crooned, running his hands on your skin. You lifted your fingers to his face, mesmerised as you stared into those crimson eyes that seemed to hypnotise you, as you delicately felt the skin underneath them. He looked at you, stopping for a moment, seemingly filled with wonder and confusion at what you were doing.

Madara could tell you were not as experienced as he was. Or perhaps you were just a little nervous. But you were so sweet and pretty, delicate. One touch from him rougher than he meant, and it seemed as though you would break. And when he felt his sharingan activate, it was because of how beautiful you were, and how much he wanted you. He did not expect you to react so sweetly and innocently to it, as though you were entranced. As though he had put you in a genjutsu. Your small fingers were skimming over the skin of his cheekbones, tracing his temples, his eyelids.

‘You’re- so beautiful…’ you whispered, almost a confession to yourself. Madara blinked, feeling his chest tighten slightly at your words. You looked so… pure. So different from him, as if a touch from him could sully you.

‘How sweet you are, darling. I look forward to seeing if your screams sound just as sweet’ he said, playing off the odd feeling in his chest and turning it into hunger again. And oh, you were so responsive for him. Your eyes widened slightly, a pretty blush spreading across your cheeks as he cupped your breasts and kneaded them in his hands, smugness filling him as he felt your nipples stiffen against the fabric.

He lifted your back and unhooked your bra, flinging it out of the way and looking upon one of the features that he had been using to quieten his fantasies of you. How pretty they were, how sweet and lovely your little mewls sounded when he pinched your nipples and rolled them between his fingers, when his tongue flicked them and sucked them. You were squirming like a little brat, and Madara wanted to be rougher, wanted to fuck you into the mattress, wanted to ruin you. But he also wanted to savour you.

‘Have you any idea how haunting the thought of your pretty lips around my cock is? I think I should fuck your pretty mouth and see what a slut you become when you gag around it. Not so innocent then, mh?’ he crooned, a pang of jealousy at the though of your lips around other men’s cocks warming his gut. But you stopped breathing for a second, squirming again.

‘I- don’t know how to do it’ you whispered, your face red. Madara’s brow furrowed. You’d never sucked anyone else before? That was indeed good news. He didn’t want anyone else to know what it would feel like. But it was certainly odd.

‘Next time then, perhaps. Maybe I should just fuck this little cunt of yours right now’ he said, hoping to make you forget your embarrassment. But you blushed even more.

‘Madara- I… I‘ve never had sex before’ you murmured, biting your pretty bottom lip. Madara was in disbelief. No one had fucked you before? You were still a virgin?

‘What have you done?’ he asked, his voice getting a little softer. He didn’t want to scare you off.

‘I’ve- made out with people. A few times’ you admitted. The words clanged through this brain. You’d never been touched before. You were completely and utterly innocent. And he was the first. The first to see you like this. The first to touch you.

A groan rose from him, his cock twitching painfully in his trousers. Gods, that felt so fucking good. Naive, untouched, innocent. Just for him to ruin you, claim you, have you all to himself. His cock was straining against the fabric of his trousers, harder than he’d ever been. It was the best sensation ever.

‘I will show you. You don’t have to do anything’ he said, going back to taking good care of your pretty tits, leaving marks on them so you would remember him, so that your body showed the signs of his ownership. Because after tonight, you would be his. Oh, you didn’t know, but he would fuck you so well you would never look at another man. Never entertain the thought of letting them have what you were gifting him.

First, though, he had to make sure your little virgin cunt was ready to take his cock. You would be so tight, he could only imagine the pleasure he would feel at your cunt clamping around him.

So he lowered his head, massaging your thighs, his hand going to cup your dripping sex through your simple cotton underwear, his fingers deftly stroking you as he eyed you, his sharingan recording every little twitch and gasp and mewl that escaped you.

‘You are so wet for me already, kitten’ he practically purred, pulling your underwear down and licking the hollow of your hips.

‘Please…’ you moaned, and he smirked. Pleas were so easy on your tongue. You just didn’t know. You were so pliable and obedient for him, he might just grow used to hearing you beg so easily.

He dragged his tongue on your cunt, flicking your clit and moaning at your taste. You were so fucking sweet. The jolt you gave made him groan, and he sucked on your little clit, his fingers slowly pushing inside you. You were so fucking tight, he was struggling to get two fingers in. He slowed down, concentrating on your clit, making you even wetter, relaxing you, coaxing you with little circles around your clit and his tongue pushing along with his fingers until he got to the second knuckle and curled them. You moaned loudly, shamelessly, your hips jerking, your fingers tightening on his hair until he groaned, gripping your ass with his free hand and putting one of your thighs on his shoulder.

He blew cold air on your reddened clit, smirking as you moaned and thrashed, mouth open in a gasp, eyes scrunched up.

He scissored his fingers, stretching you out, grazing your clit with his teeth until you shuddered and tensed up, your clit throbbing with your first orgasm as you cried out his name. And oh did it sound like music to his ears.

He started pumping his fingers inside you, wanting you to cum again before he fucked you, wanting to feel your walls tighten even more around him. And you did. Oh, you were so responsive. He could just do anything to you.

He sucked his fingers clean, removing his clothes and looking at you, caressing your body as he lined himself between your legs.

‘Shh… it will hurt at first. But I will make you feel so good after that. You just have to bear it for a little while, and I will be gentle as you get used to it’ he reassured you, watching, entranced, as your cunt sucked the tip of his cock in, eager to have more. As he pushed the head in, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, a low moan pouring out of his lips.

‘So fucking tight. Your little cunt is just so fucking perfect’ he moaned, shushing you with a kiss as he pushed in a little more. It was almost painful for him as well, and he knew you would need some time to adjust, so he restrained himself from slamming inside you and fucking you with reckless abandon. There would be time for that. But for now, he had to be gentle. Had to make you want so much more.

‘Ahh- so big… Madara…’ you whined, your nails cutting into the skin of his shoulder blades, doing nothing but making him even more aroused.

‘Perfect little girl. Can you take a little more?’ he asked after a few seconds, and you nodded, hissing in pain as he pushed through the barrier he felt, feeling it release and break. Ahh. You were truly his now. He kissed and sucked on your neck to take your mind off the pain, and when you started grinding on him, he bottomed out and pushed back in, making you moan loudly. He started slowly, making you wish for more, making you gasp and whimper every time he rubbed against your g-spot, all the while talking to you, telling you how tight and wet you were, how well you took his cock.

‘Good girl. I’m going to ruin you. Going to make you a slut for my cock. You’ll take it rough in no time, you’ll see. I know you’ll love it. You’re such a sweet little thing’ he crooned, pushing your legs higher on his waist and starting to get a little rougher, a little deeper. You did not disappoint as you came around him, milking his cock and making him see stars with how tight you were. Madara chased his own high, toying with your clit and making you convulse from the many orgasms you’d already had before he allowed himself to ease the restraint he had on his own.

‘Are you going to cum again for me, little one?’

‘No more- please… it’s too much… I feel it everywhere’ you cried, and Madara laughed darkly, your overstimulation pleasing him to no end as he pressed on your lower stomach, almost feeling the outline of his cock going in and out of your cunt.

‘You feel me right here, kitten? Is it good? Are you going to be a good girl and cum again?’ he asked, pressing on it, making you moan and arch your back, tears spilling from your eyes.

‘Yeah- so good… gonna cum- please…’ you whined, and Madara decided to play nice that one time as he pounded against the spot that made you clamp around him and pulse with your orgasm that left you screaming. He was almost there, almost too much…

He pulled out as soon as his balls started to tighten, spilling his cum on your lovely tits, marking you as his own once again.

Soon enough, he thought, he would claim your cunt by coming inside you too.