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mintys-musings · 1 year

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Madara x Female!Reader - Milk

That one anon on @/ sakumasmut (also hi rei love your blog sm) who talked about lactation? Unlocked a new pathway for me. I cannot go back. This one's for you, but also mainly me (who, if you couldn’t guess- is the 💚anon.) I started writing this, got distracted, then May rolled around and now we’re here. I couldn’t help myself.

Summary: … Gonna be honest guys- I just knew what I wanted. The tags are the summary. Tags: INDUCED LACTATION, COCKWARMING/DEEPTHROATING, DUMBIFICATION, PET PLAY, BREEDING, OVERSTIMULATION, nipple pumps, squirting, dom!Madara, sub!reader Word count: 2079

NSFW under cut~

Your jaw was starting to hurt from keeping it open around Madara’s thick cock and your knees were sore from your position on the floor even with a cushion beneath you. Still, Madara had asked you to keep still. He had his signature smile on his face, eyes gleaming with what you could only describe as a feral excitement. The first time he had caused you to lactate, he would not let you go. And thus, his attempts to increase the amount of milk had not stopped. You didn’t mind at all. Sex got better and it made your man happy beyond belief. Hell- He was so excited by the prospect of more milk, he didn’t even bother fully taking off your bra. He simply pulled down the flimsy, tiny cow-print cups that barely covered your nipples and immediately attached little pumps to your buds. All you could do was take deep breaths through your nose as his dick was practically halfway down your throat.

Having your nipples pumped was an odd sensation at first, but now the little suction sent shocks of pleasure down your spine. Your small jolt caused the little bell around your neck to ring. The drool that was already steadily streaming out your mouth and down your tits only increased as you moaned weakly around Madara. You could feel his cock twitch and throb, the deep want to thrust just hanging in the air. And you’d take it if he did. You were being good for him, but damn did the lack of any stimulation besides your breast only made you hornier and hornier. You needed him. You needed him so badly. You looked up at him with watery eyes as he squeezed the pump connecting the two cups. Please, you begged mentally, Take pity.

He stared back, pupils blown out wide as he took in the sight of your disheveled state. He looked like he fell in love all over again. “You look so beautiful,” he breathed out. Madara gently stroked your hair until it looked like he remembered something.

You gagged as he leaned forward to grab something from the bedside drawer, large breaths of air puffing in and out your nose. Your throat constricting even that small bit caused him to hiss out, mumbling apologies as he leaned back to sitting. Fat tears fell from your eyes but as ordered- you kept still, gripping his thighs to ground yourself. The idol gently brushed away your tears with his thumb before placing something on your head. A headband with horns.

“There we go~” He smiled wide and tugged at your hair lightly to turn your attention to his face. He patted your cheek with a laugh before slowly guiding your head away from his dick.

The length left your lips with a lewd noise before you started coughing and sputtering as you caught your breath. Madara merely held your head and brushed any stray strands of hair out of your face. He let you calm yourself down before he clasped a tag to your ear. Property of Madara Mikejima.

When you finally started to breathe normally, you rested your head on Madara’s lap as he cooed and played with your hair. His dick looked almost painfully hard from your angle.

“Was that too much for my cutie?” He squished your cheeks mockingly in one hand. Not even waiting for a response, he picked you up off your cushion with ease and all but tossed you onto the bed. You barely had time to react before he crawled on top of you and pushed your panties down your legs. One of his hands returned to the pump, your nipples puffing up within the cups quickly as you squeal. The other hand held one of your legs around his waist so he could rut his saliva coated dick against your folds. Each thrust had the bell around your neck ringing.

Madara was just as needy as you were.

“Madara~!” You squirmed in his grasp. Liquid had started dribbling out of your nipples. “Just fuck me already~!”

He shushed you and nipped at your neck. “Ah ah ah~ That’s not how we ask for things.” He tutted in mock disapproval, grabbing you by the cheeks to shake your head. “I can’t be too mad though~ I know manners are too much for your little brain.” He smacked the side of your thigh. He smacked it hard enough to leave a nice red hand print- As if he was branding his cattle.

You whined even more.

“Be good.” He grunted, precum smearing across your skin as he continued to rut himself against you. “Tell Mama what it is you want. Nicely this time. Then maybe he’ll do as you say~”

As he said this, he flicked the cups of the pump playfully. His eyes went wide once he noticed the liquid dotting the insides and he ducked his head down. You clawed at his back as he immediately took the cups off and latched himself onto one of your nipples.

His tongue swirled around one nipple while the other was attended to by his hand. He squeezed and pinched at you greedily, spreading the milk all over your tits and just making a mess.

“Pleaaase~ Please please pleeeaaase,” you babbled, “I need Mama’s cock inside me~ Please fuck me!” Your voice raised in pitch as your lover harshly sucked on your breasts. The more he squeezed, the more milk squirted out. And Madara drank it all up like a man dying of thirst.

He managed to pull himself from your chest to give you a sloppy kiss. “Good~ Good job, baby~ You used your head and remembered to say please.”

You whimpered into the kiss, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands moved from your breasts to move your legs into place by your head. Without any more hesitation, he pushed his dick into you and you tossed your head back in pleasure.

Madara was quick to bottom out into you with a groan. Not a second later, he started to move. His feral desire was showing. “So tight~ You like having Mama fuck you like this? Can you feel how deep Mama is inside?”

The room was filled with the sounds of your combined moans and wet smacks of skin. In between all of it, the small clinking of the bell around your neck was heard. You could practically feel your brain turning to mush with each thrust. A squeal is ripped out of you again when he smacks you on the thigh once more.

“I know you get distracted easily, baby, but Mama asked you a question~”

He squeezed your nipple harshly, milk gushing between his fingertips. Another squeak from you. His hips smacked into yours rhythmically. God- He was so big you still felt a stretch every time he pushed in. You felt so full.

Another squeeze to your other nipple.

“Answer.”

“Yes!” You cried out, unable to do anything but take it. “I lo-ove it when you- Fuck! When you fuck me like this~”

He folded you over so most of your weight was on your upper back, effectively putting you in a mating press. One of his hands rubbed harsh circles into your clit.

“Ah! Ah~! Mama feels so deep~ S-so deep~”

It was a wonder that you were even coherent with the amount of pleasure you felt. Your cunt squeezed Madara’s cock, as if trying to milk it the same way he was milking your tits. Your eyes were glazed over in bliss, drool escaping you as your tongue hung out.

“So pretty~ My pretty slut~” Madara cooed between thrusts. He leaned over to suck at your breasts once more, the angle of which caused his tip to knock against your cervix.

The downright vicious pace at which Madara was ramming his cock into your soaked cunt, the milk flowing out of your puffy nipples, the way he squeezed your tits to make the milk just gush into his mouth, the pressure against your clit- It was all too much. You felt overwhelmed with pleasure. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you cried out for Madara.

He could feel your warm release splatter against his pelvis, but that didn’t stop his movements. His hips stuttered ever so slightly though as he moaned at how you tightened up further. Your body writhed under him- mindlessly soaking up the pleasure he gave- and he made sure to hold you tight so you couldn’t move a muscle away.

Your nails dug into his back, mouth opened in a silent cry as Madara kept pounding away at you. His grunts and moans against your nipples only added to the sensations. The way his cock bullied its way into your cunt left you breathless.

“Gah! M-Madara~ It’s too much!”

“Shhhh~” His attempt at being soothing was in direct contrast with the feral way he licked at your skin.

“Mama will make you feel so good. Don’t think too much, baby. Just let Mama drink from your pretty tits and be a good cocksleeve for me, yeah?”

Your answer in return was just more moans as his tip prodded against the most sensitive spot inside you. Your eyes rolled upward and you arched your back as best you could- Was he going faster? It felt like it. It felt like he was being more rough with your body as time went on.

“Mama’s going to fill you to the brim~ Isn’t that right? Mama’s going to fuck you nice and full.”

He hissed the last few words out, punctuating each one with a thrust.

His words made your mind melt. He talked down to you as if you were only good for two things. Milking and breeding. And if you were honest, in this moment you felt as if you were only good for those two things. Not that you were complaining when his rough treatment felt this good.

The only things on your mind were Madara and sex now.

He pulled your hair so you would give him more access to your neck. He trailed love bites down your skin, making sure to suck hickeys where it would be hard to miss lest you deliberately wore clothes to cover them. It wasn’t enough to pump his seed into you over and over again. He needed to mark you in every possible way he could.

You let out another loud moan. His fingers at your clit quickly rubbed the swollen nerve, the stimulation enough to pull you back down from the hazy pool of pleasure you were drowning in back to reality. Your pussy gushed and tightened up around Madara’s cock once again as you came once again. Your chest heaved to catch your breath.

Utterly brainless in the moment, you just laid in Madara’s grasp, whimpering as you took his cock over and over again.

“One more, baby. Just for me~” His own breaths were getting heavy now. “C’mon… One more.”

His thrusts became sloppier. Any rhythm to it now gone in favour of deep, hard thrusts. You were so overstimulated that it didn’t take long for the familiar tension in your core to tighten up once more.

You only last a few more minutes before one last orgasm rocks you. Once again squirting out, Madara let out one final groan as he latched onto your chest and pressed his cock right up to your cervix.

The feeling of being flooded with warm cum leaves you giggling deliriously. Your body twitched ever so slightly in Madara’s hold. You could hear and feel him suck on your breasts more gently now. His thrusts became more shallow and slow until they came to a stop when the last rope of cum released inside you.

With a happy sigh, you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. Your mind returns to you enough to remember your manners. “Thank you, Madara.”

Madara laughs breathlessly, kissing the top of your head. “You’re welcome, baby~ You did so good. So so good, baby~”

He only pulled out of you briefly to lay you on your side, sliding back in as he acted like the big spoon. You let him do as he pleases, too tired for much protest. His hands moved back to your chest to gently massage them. You honestly think he’s the sweetest with how much aftercare he provi-

“After a little rest, we’ll go again, okay~?”

Ah.

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sucrows · 10 months

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Hello!! Can i request Mama and Tatsumi with 3,8, on Dom breeding ask game? :)

can we talk about Tatsumi's fs2 because like.... 👀

3. Promising to pull out but suddenly having legs wrapped around their hips 8. Watching their cum seep out of their s/o’s hole and getting hard again (GN Reader)

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

Madara is never one to go slow and take things easy with you and now is no exception. You’re pinned underneath his weight as he bears down into your hole over and over again. He may treat you like glass outside of sex but right now, it’s almost dizzying how rough he is. There’s a delicious heat building between your legs, and you want so badly to trap him there... and so you do.

He doesn’t even falter when you wrap your legs around him. If anything, he just starts to pound harder into you. You feel his face curl into a smile where it’s hidden in the crook of your neck and suddenly you realize that you hadn’t ever talked about pulling out in the first place. Madara is more than happy to fill you up now, and it had probably even been his plan in the first place.

Before long, he’s groaning in your ear as he fills you up. His shaft twitching and tensing with every pulse of his orgasm, deliciously depositing more and more sperm inside you. He sits with his hips flush to your own until he’s done and then sits there grinding into you for a time after. He finally pulls his head back to smile and kiss you, and you loosen your legs grasp on him. Before you realize what he’s doing, he flips you over onto your stomach before pulling you back by your hips. His cum quickly starts to flow back out of you and he tuts as he sees it.

He starts to finger it back into you but seeing your drooling, messy hole does something to him. Before long, he’s pulling his fingers back to replace them with his cock. He coos dirty words as you as he smoothly slots himself back into you, ready to fill you up with even more of his essence.

It’s rare to see even a hint of surprise on Tatsumi’s face but the way his eyes widen as you wrap your legs around him is unforgettable. His eyebrows twitch, his hips falter, and his gaze fits back and forth between your desperate face and the place you two meet. Your actions came immediately on the tail end of him announcing he was close, your actions being more than enough to indicate your own wants.

He’s typically one to advocate for safe sex, but looking into your large, pleading eyes and your hot, flustered face... well... he supposes just this once... he can make an exception. He smiles and asks if you’re certain and when you nod, he continues right back at his previous pace. It’s an intimate moment when he settles down onto his elbows to be closer to you. He takes one hand up to carefully caress your face while he continues to defile you. You can feel his hot breath on you while he sings your praises, ever the sweet man even when you deserve it.

He’d already been close, so it doesn’t take long before his eyes are fluttering shut and his moans start pitching upwards. He leans in even closer to kiss at the side of your neck as he finally does release into you. You can’t help but tense your thighs around him as he does even if you already know he’s not going to pull out, some instinct in your brain not wanting to risk the chance of him doing so. The next minute is full of soft praise and gentle caresses as he calms down from his high. Unfortunately, he does eventually have to pull out and begin cleaning up, and so he slowly pulls back, and he slips out of you.

He glances back and forth between where you were just joined, and the rest of the room. He wants to go get some wipes and water for you but... His cum-coated cock twitches slightly and your eyes home in on the sight. Unsurprisingly, he offers no resistance when you try to pull him back with your legs again. With a gentle smile and a “thank you”, he is soon sliding right back into you, eager to go at it all over again.

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sugarsweb · 1 year

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DF!Madara Mikejima x Fem!Reader

ABORT MISSION. You're tasked with getting information and run into someone you shouldn't have. (Originally posted Sep 28th)

Contains : Fem!Reader, smut, mentions of killing, Double Face!Madara, possessiveness, praise kink (good girl, etc), slight size kink (stomach bulge, etc), slight breeding kink, inaccurate lore, not proofread, etc.

A/N : Let me just preface this fic by saying Madara Mikejima makes me incredibly unwell. Some more stuff you should know before reading this is; Madara might be slightly OOC but I tried my best to keep his teasing and carefree personality in there. I also tried to keep the dress up to the reader’s imagination besides being low-cut and has a slit in the side to expose reader’s legs. This is also the first full smut fic I’ve written in a while so I truly apologize if any of the actual smut part is rusty, let me know!

Word Count : 5.5k+

18+ content underneath the cut. By clicking 'Keep Reading' you are knowingly reading content made for people over the age of 18. Read at your own discretion.

This was not how your night was supposed to go.

Not at all.

You weren’t excited about having to meet Gatekeeper in the first place, but orders were orders, and you had dedicated your life to following them. However, it seemed like the rest of the world decided to test the oath you had sworn all that time ago. You look down at your glass of champagne, reminiscing about the beginning of your evening as you avoided eye contact with a certain someone.

Your dress clung to all the right parts of your body to accentuate your curves, the colour of the fabric suited perfectly to compliment your skin tone. Your heels clacked against the cement pathway leading to the huge mansion where hundreds of rich, overpowered men and women of the music industry (and more) would be gathering tonight. What should have been nervousness coursing through your veins was instead replaced by the adrenaline you usually felt during your missions - somehow comforting to you, perhaps a curse to others. You mastered the art of hiding what you truly felt, the shake in your hands long gone by the time you arrived at the huge doors of the mansion.

You could hear the classical music from outside, letting other invitees brush by your shoulder as you repeated the same mantra in your head - you can do this. Truthfully, as much as your brain loved to overthink things, you already knew you could do this. You’ve done it a thousand times before, what’s one more mission to add to the list?

Well, for one, having to initiate contact with Gatekeeper and gather intel is not your ordinary mission, at least for someone like you. Gatekeeper was someone involved beyond the idol world, and you didn’t step out of that boundary… much. He was powerful, well-known, and most importantly, a killer. A nagging voice at the back of your mind rudely reminds you, ‘well, who isn’t?’ and you quickly decide to put an end to those thoughts, instead replacing it with your analytical, observational ones as you finally took your first step inside the building.

Gold decorated the halls, marble columns holding the twenty-foot ceilings up high, intricate designs laid upon them. If you weren’t in such a controversial position, you could’ve possibly enjoyed the architecture and paintings decorating the walls, but now wasn’t the time to think about it.

Now was the time to find a drink and naturally let your well-crafted persona surface - now it was time to infiltrate and gather information on the people you so desperately despise. You walked up to the bar, ordering a glass of champagne for yourself, and you took a seat once the bartender handed you your drink, scanning your surroundings. Everyone was dressed to the nines; you noticed one woman had a pure diamond necklace resting on her neck, surely worth thousands. Her jewellery could put your own to shame, the ones your boss had so generously given you for this specific night, and you knew he spent an incredible amount of money so your costume was as perfect as possible.

You took a sip of your champagne, letting the bubbly drink soothe the rest of your nerves. A nice drink, you thought to yourself, maybe you’ll sneak a bottle back home when you leave. God knows you wouldn’t be able to afford it outside of this place.

“Enjoying yourself?” A voice spoke up from next to you, and you smiled as fate has dealt you a good hand (ironic, you bitterly think now, considering the situation you’re currently in) - next to you stood a tall man with slicked back hair, dressed in an all-black suit and expensive gold rings adorning his fingers.

Gatekeeper.

He’s good-looking, but certainly not your type. A certain brunette came to mind- damn it, brain, this isn’t the time!

“Yes, I am.” You gave him a small, charming smile. “And you?”

“Of course I am,” Gatekeeper chuckled, “I’m surrounded by beautiful music and now I’m in the presence of a beautiful woman. How could I not?”

You patted yourself on the back for not letting your smile waver out of disgust. “Well, it’s a lovely night for such an occasion. You are?”

Granted, you knew everything about him already - or, as much information as there is about him out there. If you truly knew him, you wouldn’t be here.

“Gatekeeper. And you…?” His hand reached out to shake yours, and you gently accepted it.

You gave him the fake name that your boss had given you for the night, and Gatekeeper nodded, smirking. If he had seen you before around ES Square, he didn’t give away that he recognized you - and knowing how careful you’ve been about your true identity, you doubt he had ever even heard of you. “A pleasure.”

“Well, the pleasure is all mine.” He raised his glass of red wine, and you clinked your delicate glass of champagne and gave a small ‘cheers’.

You continued talking about this and that, mostly about the newer idols making their units’ names known. Gatekeeper had an alluring voice, you’re aware, but it doesn’t work on you. He tried to drag you in with his sweet words, and you played along, assumingly falling into the trap he thought he laid out in front of you. However, there was no glint in his eye when he talked about the things he’s apparently ‘passionate’ about - his smile was fake, and the politeness in his voice was void of any true respect towards you. You’re just another pawn in his game, but little did he know you have control of the board.

The conversation flowed smoothly with your perfect lies, the two of you faking each moment spent together. You knew you were getting somewhere when he accidentally dropped the name of someone you recognize - before, he had just been talking about his colleagues anonymously.

Gotcha.

It shouldn’t have been this easy though, and unfortunately, you proved yourself right when you caught a glimpse of a long, green jacket flashing by, and another matching uniform quickly passing by in the hall. To anybody else, they were invisible, perfectly moulding with the picture-perfect, rich environment surrounding you all, but to your keen eye, they were practically glowing.

Double Face was not supposed to be here.

Madara’s green eyes locked onto yours, and you saw the shock on his face before he quickly wiped it off, melting back into his stone-faced look. Shit. Kohaku noticed his reaction, and turned his head in the direction where his companion was staring, his eyes landing on your figure right next to Gatekeeper. Shit, shit, shit.

You frowned right back, but before either of them could look away, you placed your arm on the bar’s high table and tapped the counter repeatedly, without Gatekeeper noticing as he glanced away when someone called his name. Tap tap, pause. Tap tap tap. Pause. Tap. You swear you saw a look of relief wash over Madara’s face, and he nodded, before motioning to Kohaku to follow him, and just like that, they disappeared into the crowd, but you can still feel Madara’s eyes on your body.

Which brings you back to your current predicament.

Gatekeeper turns back to you and notices the way you stare absentmindedly at your champagne.

“Is everything alright?” He asks with faux-concern.

You turn to him, looking at him and give him a perfectly sculpted nervous smile. “Yes, I’m just not used to being in such a big venue with so many people. What am I even supposed to do?”

His calculating eyes seem to ponder your words for a moment - shit, did you slip up? There was no way you could have. However, Gatekeeper merely chuckles and his hand comes up to place itself on your right cheek, cradling it gently. God, you want to throw up. “Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll teach you.”

He places his empty glass of wine on the counter, you following in suit, and leads you to the ballroom, where couples dance together to the classical music the orchestra plays. His hand settles on your waist, the other entangling itself in your own (ugh, is his hand sweaty?), which prompts you to place your free hand on the bicep of his arm holding your waist.

“Do you dance?” He asks you.

“Quite poorly.” You hope you step on his foot.

“Nonsense, nothing a little practice can’t solve.” And with that, he starts to sway to the orchestra, and you play your part of the helpless woman who can’t dance to save her life.

(You’ve taken dance lessons since you were six.)

You continue to dance in your waltz of lies, continuing to talk about the idol life between the two of you - ever since his slip-up, Gatekeeper chooses his words carefully. The alcohol must have loosened his tongue, but the namedrop sobered him up quickly. He was a smart and calculating man, you’ll give him that.

Speaking of smart and calculating men, you can feel the gaze of your favourite one staring right at you, and a subtle glance to the right confirms your suspicions. Madara is still keeping an eye on you, not out of maliciousness, but rather of concern. The small furrow of his brow is familiar to you (he gave you the same look when you accidentally fell off stage during your unit’s practice), and you try to give him the most subtle reassurance you can muster through eye-contact alone. His once crossed arms slowly go back to his side, and he taps his pointer finger against his thigh - alright, he’s saying. But the fire in his eyes is far from dying down. The look on his face sends a shiver down your spine.

The song comes to an end, and with that, so does your dance. You try not to pull away too quickly from your partner, unless you want to give away how eager you are to stop touching him.

“Tonight was lovely,” Gatekeeper says, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “but duty calls. I hope we will meet again soon.”

Go to hell, is what you want to say, but you hold yourself back. “Thank you for the dance.” And with that, you part ways.

You try to find a quiet place to gather your thoughts and go over the intel you’ve collected thus far from your quiet conversations between the man. Your eagerness to get out of the ballroom keeps you momentarily distracted, and while turning a corner (perhaps too quickly) your face makes contact with a soft wall. You keep your yelp down, a hand smacking right over your mouth.

A soft wall?

Looking up, you lock eyes with the man who has been distracting you all night.

“Mikejima,” you greet, trying not to look too excited upon finally talking to him - keeping your true emotions at bay was hard with him, it seems.

He says nothing back. One of his gloved hands settles on the small of your back, pushing your body completely flush against his, his other hand coming up to the back of your head, tucking it in his neck. Madara’s lips brush against your ear as he leans down to speak words only the two of you can hear.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.” He says, and something in your lower stomach ignites.

You try your hardest to ignore it - if you gave in to your true feelings, he would become a liability, a weakness, somebody who can be used against you in case you ever fall into the wrong hands.

There’s no anger in his eyes when he pulls away from your rather intimate position to look at you, only aggressive concern. In fact, the anger appears when he looks towards the ballroom, and you turn to see him glaring daggers at Gatekeeper, who is now mingling with an older-looking man - the exact man he name-dropped earlier.

“Let’s move someplace else.” Madara gently grabs your hand, dragging you off into the hallway you had turned towards earlier.

“What about Koha–” You start to say, but he interrupts you.

“He’ll be fine.”

Knowing he’s right, you nod, and the two of you set off into the maze of hallways, coming across fewer and fewer people until you’re in a seemingly-abandoned section of the mansion, and Madara opens the door to a lavish-looking bedroom.

He closes the door behind you both, and motions for you to sit on the bed. Hesitantly, you do so - what if he was actually mad, and truly thought you were working alongside Gatekeeper? You’d rather die.

“What were you doing here tonight?” He’s standing right in front of you, arms crossed once again.

The one question you can’t answer.

“Who do you work for?” The brunette asks. He takes one step forward, and it feels like your eyes are permanently locked together as you keep your mouth shut tightly.

Another question you can’t answer.

“...Do you work for Gatekeeper?”

“No.” You immediately say, knowing that you can answer that question.

“Thank god.” Madara sighs out, a small grin on his face. “I knew it, but hearing it from you is a thousand times better.”

It seems that even on a mission, he still holds that carefree personality he tries so hard to uphold.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

“C’mon, if you can’t answer that, you think I can?”

Your shoulders drop, and you rest your elbows on your thighs, head going slack. You feel like you can finally drop the persona you perfectly crafted for your mission in Madara’s presence, and you can hear him chuckle at your relaxed body language.

“Tough day at work, huh?” He muses, and you let out a small, breathless laugh, raising your head to look at him.

“Something like that, yeah. I feel nearly damn tainted by having his hands on me.” You don’t have to even say his name, because both of you know exactly who you’re talking about. And judging by the frown once again settling on Madara’s gorgeous features, you know he’s not a fan of Gatekeeper in the least.

“I didn’t like him touching you like that.”

It’s hard to not read into his words, but when an attractive man standing right in front of you says that - the same attractive man you’ve been fantasising about for god-knows-how-long and desperately crushing over - your brain nearly goes haywire and you feel yourself warm up.

Your head goes back to resting in your hands, and you can clearly hear Madara’s slow footsteps approaching you. He crouches down to your level so he can look into your eyes. When you make a point of not holding eye contact (curse your stupid brain), his hand grabs ahold of your face and keeps it still. His fingers are pressing against your jaw gently yet firmly, and it feels like electricity zaps down your spine as you see the look in his emerald green eyes - his pupils are nearly completely dilated.

Deciding to test the waters, you ask:

“Touching me like what?” Your cheeks warm up even more at the sound of your meek, desperate voice - Madara must’ve heard that.

He sighs, his eyes closing momentarily as his head drops a bit, his bangs covering his face from your view. He looks back up after a second or two, his messy hair framing his face beautifully, and you feel like you’ve died, gone to heaven and been greeted by an angel. “Never realised you’d be a brat about this.”

“A br–?! Ah!” Your exclamation is quickly interrupted when Madara’s hand leaves your face, instead hooking underneath your thighs so he can make you fall backwards onto the bed, and he quickly crawls on top of you, his strong thighs keeping you in between him.

“You know exactly what he did.” He mutters, and your faces are so close your noses brush against each other. The warmth emanating from him seems to surround you, and your heart beats wildly against your ribcage as you feel your cunt clench around nothing.

Madara’s thumb strokes your bottom lip, letting his touch leave a fiery trail in its wake. Your breath shudders in anticipation, waiting for him to do something, anything, more. Your eyes flutter close, and the man on top of you huffs.

“Look at me.” He demands.

Your eyes snap up to him once you hear the stern tone in his voice, and he smiles at your compliance.

You’ve always been a rather assertive woman, not letting people walk over you as long as you could help it. You know what you want and how to get it, and your missions have always been successful because of your attitude. However, with Madara on top of you, all you can think about is how badly you want to be good for him. You know he’s thinking along the same lines as you as you glance down and see a tent in his dark grey pants.

Your hand reaches out to give him a bit of relief, but before your fingers can brush against his clothed dick, he grabs your hand and pins it above your head. Madara bends down to mouth against your neck, the neckline on your dress exposing your delicate skin and being suggestive enough to leave others wanting to see more.

“Seeing him touching you like that, it pissed me off so much.” You can hear the strain in his voice, his hand tightening around your pinned one. Your free hand comes up to run your fingers through his soft hair before cupping his face, and he gives you a gentle look.

“Mikejima,” You say softly, “It’s a mission. That’s all it is.” Your thumb strokes his face, and he seems to lean into the comforting contact for a moment before he hardens his expression again.

He leans down until his lips are right next to your ear, and you feel goosebumps cover your skin as he continues speaking.

“I know,” he mumbles, “but he should know not to touch what doesn’t belong to him.”

The fire in your lower stomach continues to be fanned by his words, and you clench your thighs together, desperate for some sort of friction to pleasure yourself. Madara’s sensual touches only make you feel more needy for what you crave. You decide to continue to push his buttons, tilting your head in mock-confusion.

“Who do I belong to, then?”

That was the tipping point.

His thigh moves in-between your own, pressing against your clothed cunt and he lets go of your hand to place both of his on your waist, rolling your hips to grind against him. You whimper at the sudden action, your own hands reaching out to grasp his shoulder tightly. You feel his strong muscles clench underneath your touch, and you’re suddenly reminded of how strong Madara really is. He could easily use his strength to snap your neck, but instead he’s using it to keep your body flush against his own.

He leans down to nip at your neck, finding your sweet spot quickly as your moans get louder and more desperate, and you feel his teeth bite down hard enough to leave a mark in a very obvious spot for everyone to see. He clearly wants to imprint the message in your mind - you belong to him.

Madara moves to take the strap of your dress off of your shoulder so he can leave more bruises along your collarbone and shoulder, his hand slipping from your waist to cup your breast and give it a firm squeeze. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you start moving your own hips against his thigh desperately.

“Are you so desperate for me you’re gettin’ off of my thigh?” You feel his warm breath against your skin along with his lips curling into a smile.

Your face feels like it’s on fire as you shake your head, embarrassed. “‘M not…”

“No need to be shy, baby,” he chuckles, “tell me what I wanna hear, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Madara’s hand wanders down as he speaks, trailing down to your thigh and disappearing in between the cut of the dress that exposes your leg. His touch sets your body ablaze, his fingers finally brushing against the area where you need him most. He traces the lace of your underwear before letting his hand cup your heat, and stops all movement as he looks at you expectantly.

What he wants to hear?

He taps a finger against you as you take too long to reply, and you jolt at the sudden contact of his finger against your clit - the light touch leaves you wanting more. He gives you a disappointed look, nearly giving you puppy eyes, and you panic internally as you feel him start to pull away.

“Well, I guess you didn’t want this, then...” The hand that cupped your breast moves to cup his own erection instead, the outline of his dick clear against his tight pants. In the dim light of the room, you can kind of see how big he is.

“No-!” You say quickly and desperately, yet mindful to keep your voice down in case anybody did come into this part of the mansion. “Please, I need you so badly.”

“Say it then,” he says, unbuckling the belt around his waist. It’s at that moment that you realise that his long, green jacket (you think to yourself that it counts as a cape) had been removed previously - you must’ve been too distracted to notice. “Tell me who you belong to.”

Oh.

You know your panties are ruined now.

Your body feels like a furnace as you try to muster the courage to say the words he wants to hear.

“Mikejima, I belong to you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

What?

You think for a moment before you realise - he wants you to call him by his first name.

“I’m yours, Madara.” You say confidently. You realise it’s the first time you’ve ever called him that.

He groans happily, fully taking his belt off and loosening the tie around his neck. Madara rewards your answer by running his fingers through your wet folds, covering them with your own arousal. The movement of his hand is restricted by your underwear, which he impatiently rips off of your body.

“Hey! I liked those.” You whine.

“Aw, that’s too bad,” he gives you a fake pout before he speaks again, “but if you keep whinin’, I’ll use it as a gag to shut you up. You want that?”

As hot as it sounds at the moment, you shake your head - you want to feel his lips against yours, and having a gag in your mouth would prevent that. Madara smiles at your willingness and carelessly throws your ruined panties to the other side of the room. He continues undressing himself until he’s shirtless, his toned, strong body on display for you to appreciate. He moves the two of you further up the bed until your head is comfortably resting against the soft pillows, your hair splayed out around you. Your lover climbs back on top of you, strong arms keeping you caged underneath him - in that moment, with your eyes hazy, lips parted in a silent pant, you look like an angel to him.

Madara’s hand goes to the small of your back, lifting it up so he can find the zipper. He slowly takes your dress off, careful not to let his eagerness get in the way.

“Oh, so ripping the panties is fine, but the dress is off limits?” You cock an eyebrow, and he laughs lightly in reply.

“Seeing you in this drove me crazy,” he admits, “I wanted to fuck you then and there when I saw you.”

His words make your cunt clench around nothing again, and your whine nearly sounds like a moan. Once your dress is fully off, he tosses it on the ground, and his hands are immediately on you once more.

Madara kisses you, his lips fitting perfectly against your own. His fingers trail down towards your wet cunt, once again gathering your slick before he finally pushes a finger into you. You moan, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with your own. Your head feels fuzzy from the stimuli as he thrusts his fingers inside your warm pussy, your juices running down his hand and onto the mattress underneath the two of you. Your thighs start shaking and your body jolts at his touches, and Madara wears a proud smirk on his face, removing his fingers from you. He holds them up to your mouth, waiting.

“Be a good girl and clean them.” You obediently listen, opening your mouth and letting your tongue wrap around his wet fingers, sucking them clean. He removes them from your mouth with a ‘pop’, and lets his head drop to lean against your shoulder and mumbles, “So good for me, huh?”

He sucks another hickey on your skin, and you nod your head.

“Yes- yes, only for you.” Your voice sounds breathless and needy, making Madara chuckle. “‘Dara, please, I need more.”

“Whaddya want?” He teases you, but he’s already taking his pants and boxers off, revealing his thick, long cock. He’s impossibly hard, leaking precum, and you feel your mouth water. He snaps his fingers in your face, bringing you back into the present.

What is it with this constant teasing? You complain about it in your head, but your body has a different reaction - you feel yourself grow more aroused, if possible.

“I… I want you.” You say quietly.

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear ya.” He rubs the tip of his dick along your folds and you both shudder at the feeling, but stops moving to await your answer.

“I want you, Madara.” But it’s not quite enough.

“C’mon, speak up. Aren’t you supposed to be my good girl?”

Fuck, you’re desperate to feel him inside of you at this point. You push your embarrassment aside, wanting- no, needing to cum.

“Please, Madara, I need you so bad!” You shut your eyes as you beg. “I need you to fill me up, ple-”

He finally pushes his cock inside of you, your slick making it easy. You both sigh in relief, but your sigh turns into a loud moan at the feeling of his size inside of you - he’s so big and he feels so fucking good, you’ve never felt so full before.

Madara isn’t faring any better; your warm walls suck him in so easily, cunt drooling around him, and he’s trying so hard not to snap and fuck you into the bed. But the sight of his dick disappearing into you is driving him insane, and he sees a slight bulge coming out of your stomach. Out of curiosity, he places a hand down on it, and nearly folds when he feels you tightening up around him and moaning.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so good.” Madara says, sounding quite breathless himself. All he wants to do is fill you up with his cum, to see you leak his seed, to have everyone know that you’re his and he’s yours.

If he isn’t careful, he knows he’ll get carried away.

“Please, please move- please,” you beg more, “fuck- you’re so big-”

He starts thrusting slowly, your body getting used to his sheer size - you know you’ve been ruined for any other man. Nothing will satisfy you the way Madara can.

You get lost in the pleasure, but it’s still not enough to bring you to your end. There’s a certain itch at the back of both of your minds that neither of you can’t quite pinpoint, and one particularly hard thrust from Madara makes you moan out - loudly.

“M’dara, need you to fill me up,” you say without thinking, “wanna feel you cum inside-”

The man on top of you stills, processing your words. Shit, you think you’ve fucked up. However, his hand places itself on your stomach, right where your womb is, before speaking.

“You want me to fill you up here?” He asks, and you nod your head vigorously.

Something snaps inside of Madara, and he suddenly continues his movements, but more quickly and desperately. His hips snap against you, his dick angled perfectly to hit your g-spot continuously, and you nearly scream his name.

“Careful baby, there are still people - fuck - here. You want them to hear you?” He says through his breathlessness, but you’re too focused on the intense pleasure you’re feeling. “You want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good?”

If your lover was being honest with himself, he wants people to hear you.

“N-no!” You exclaim.

Your brain feels muddled, drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth - all you can focus on is Madara’s cock filling your insides. His hand moves down slightly on your stomach, and he feels his cock moving around in you, pressing down to make you tighten up like you did earlier. Sure enough, he gets the same reaction, and he knows he’s approaching his end.

“Fuck - you’re gonna take all my cum like a good girl, aren’t ya?” Madara says, and he thrusts deeper than before, hitting a spot that even you haven’t reached before.

“Yes, yes- I will, I’ll be good for you, only you!” You babble.

Through his delirious pleasure, he remembers earlier that night - seeing you in your dress, talking to Gatekeeper while he flirted with you - he nearly walked over to fuck you in front of everyone to show he’s the only one who can make you feel that good, he’s the one that gets to feel your pussy wrap around his cock perfectly like you’re made for each other. His calm and collected demeanour from the earlier mission seems like a joke to him now.

“You’re so amazing,” he continues, “so fuckin’ beautiful, I just wanna fill you up…”

The thought of filling you up with his seed, and it actually taking makes him nearly cum then and there. To imagine your belly round, breasts plump and heavy with milk gets a weak whimper out of the back of his throat, and your legs tighten around his waist as he starts pounding you into the bed.

You tighten up around his thick length even more at his praise, and he knows that you’re getting close as you start to moan his name, begging endlessly and becoming more careless about your volume. When he leans down to level his lips to your ear, you know you’re a goner.

“Come for me, my love.” You cry out, your pussy clamping down around him, your juices gushing out. The feeling triggers Madara’s own orgasm as well, pouring his hot load into you as you milk him dry. He pumps every single last drop into your tight cunt, and there’s just so much that it makes you whimper, feeling it drip in between your thighs and land on the mattress, mixing in with your own fluids.

You catch your breath, Madara hesitantly pulling out, letting his body drop next to yours on the bed. You feel more of his cum leaking out of you, and the brunette tuts disappointedly, his fingers scooping the excess liquid and fingering it back into you, careful not to overstimulate you - you shiver anyways, your thighs shaking violently and he finally pulls his fingers out once he’s sure he’s done a good job.

You both turn on your sides to look at each other, the smell of sweat and sex wafting throughout the room. The moment is quiet and tender as you look into each other’s eyes, Madara smiling softly at you.

“You did so well.” He says, tucking some of your hair behind your ear - his touch is nothing like Gatekeeper’s, and you feel safe in Madara’s arms. “Let’s get you dressed so we can get out of here, shall we?”

He helps you get back into your dress after he gets back into uniform, and you leave your ruined panties behind. Your legs are shaky as you walk towards the main door, and you try not to walk too stiffly - but also not casually enough where other people can see the trail of Madara’s cum seeping down your thigh. You both walk out the doors, and let out a deep sigh of relief at the same time.

You look at each other, and there’s silent understanding between the two of you - finally, your mission is over.

(After the party is over, Gatekeeper tries not to question the ripped panties in the corner of one of his guest rooms.)

#sugarsmut #madara mikejima #madara mikejima x reader #madara mikejima smut #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut

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deepersea · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mikejima Madara/Reader Characters: Mikejima Madara, Reader Additional Tags: AFAB reader - Freeform, Breeding, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, Talk about pregnancy, Creampie, Porn with a little bit of Plot Series: Part 1 of Enstars x Reader NSFW Week 2023 Summary:

It began with an innocent enough thought. But what starts out as a harmless inquiry, soon turns into a much more loaded question. But one Madara is happy to answer. In depth. Practical demonstration included.

#nsft es!!#esxreadernsfwweek2023 #madara mikejima smut #madara mikejima x reader smut #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader smut

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sakumasmut · 8 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

#nsft es!!#thirsts #enstars smut #madara mikejima smut

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instexcamera · 30 days

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Been seeing sub mama and my God. Hey, hey hey! 👋

Need to have soft sex with madara where he's getting pegged and praised like pillow princess time. Cover his face with smooshy kisses, kiss his neck and back while you're going at it. this guy needs to be pampered

Anyway hii! Hiding! 🎊! 🎊! Confetti bomb!

More sub Mama fuck yea

Soft sex with Madara while he's getting pegged?? I haven't heard much about this but now you got me thinking...

Usually it's him doing all the work while you're the one being treated like a prince(ss) but switching the roles around?? That's interesting, now instead of Mama softly over stimulating you while you cry and whine out and cum all over his cock it's him on the receiving end

He'd be very sensitive since he's not quite used to having anything in his ass, usually the the one doing the penetrating. So it wouldn't take long for him to cum, within a few moments his cock is spurting out warm ropes of creamy fluid onto his stomach

It seems to take him by surprise but he doesn't beg you to stop, just asking for you to keep going. Leading to you cooing soft praises and kissing him as he cums over and over, his face all flushed and eyes teary

#enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #madara mikejima smut

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kzhnyas · 1 year

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Do you have any thoughts on impregnating Madara -🌺

Make mama a mama as one would say

I seriously have to hold myself back when talking about Madara but hey, it's a filthy nsfw blog, so why should I.

MINORS DNI

* MADARA PUSSY!!!!! i just talk about breeding and impregnating madara.

Madara would love to get ravaged! I think he'd say it straight to your face or in the middle of sex, begging you to fill him up and breed him.

At first maaaybe he wouldn't say much, but the urge to hold himself down on your cock and have your cum deep in him overtakes his mind every single time <3 Madara will always end up with his cunt filled!!

Fold him over with his legs pressed to his chest and his back dipped into the mattress!! Madara will mewl out so cutely and those soft begs to make him full will be ones you can never deny..

Grip onto Madara's hips and roughly fuck into his wet hole, moans would echo in the room quickly and his pleads would only increase. He gets so happy when warmth floods his cunt, crying out your name and burying himself over you!!

All he wants to do is get bred by you!! And have his belly swell... mm..

Yeah... Impregnating Madara... AH!!!!!!

#minors dni #madara mikejima smut #enstars smut #gn reader #ensemble stars smut

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mauvecandela · 1 year

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uuhhhhhhhh madara in lingerie <3 (bonus anzumada here 🤫)

#enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars nsft #madara mikejima smut #madara mikejima nsft #madaanzu nsft #anzu nsft #mauveart #sry its messy asf this is old #nsft art

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mintys-musings · 1 year

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Rinne Amagi x Anzu x Madara Mikejima - Work Place Bonding Exercise

Happy birthday to Rinne Amagi~ hehe being self indulgent here- Held off from posting this little present on just Madara’s bday bc it involves the two of them. it's not techincally his bday everywhere currently but it is in my area. so... 💚 love my taurus men

(also i wrote this at midnight and didn't proofread so glhf im just copy pasting it from my doc into here)

Summary: Madara comes back after a month working overseas only to find Anzu has become rather close to a certain boisterous bee. (aka: Anzu Ensemble Stars thanks the heavens above for giving her two men to fuck her) Tags: slight jealousy, threesome, size kink, spitroasting, deepthroating, face fucking, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, mild mind break, office sex, squirting, unprotected sex, breeding/impreg mention (because im predictable), top!Madara Mikejima, top!Rinne Amagi, bottom!Anzu Ensemble Stars Word Count: 1399

NSFW under cut~

Madara wondered if this situation would still have happened if he was here the entire month instead of overseas. If he could just have Anzu all to himself instead of “sharing” with this loudmouthed asshole named Rinne Amagi. A small grunt escaped his lips as he roughly thrusted in and out of his precious producer. Her cries of pleasure are muffled by the cock filling her mouth.

It was after hours in the ES building. The only reason any of them were there was because of Anzu. Not because she needed help with anything. But because the two men couldn’t possibly leave her side while she works late. Madara couldn’t leave her alone with Rinne, and Rinne wouldn’t leave just to piss Madara off. Anzu was not about to let them start arguing, but tensions rose and-

“Kyaha~ You look fucking pathetic gaggin’ on my dick like that. Is it too big for you, producer~?” Rinne grabbed Anzu by the hair and moved her head up and down as he pleased. The lewd gags and gurgling noises were her only response.

Madara scowled at the way Rinne was treating Anzu like some toy. But truthfully, if he could see her face, he’d see the glassy, brainless look in her teary eyes- Just pure submission to being used by the two large men. Whether Rinne was happy about sharing was yet to be seen.

“So hot~ Ya make a better whore than a producer. Can’t wait ‘til I get to fill that cute pussy of yours.” Rinne’s eyes flickered to Madara with a wicked smirk on his face. “‘Course I gotta wait for this guy to finish. Lost prize to go first when you moaned his name before mine.”

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Madara’s words came out in a frustrated groan. Anzu tightened up with each comment. His hands moved to spread her cheeks a little so he could see her pussy swallowing his cock, the base slightly glistening with wetness under the fluorescent light. “Fuck- Anzu- You’re taking me so well. Mama’s so proud of you~” He still took the time to praise her as he pulled her hips back against his.

Anzu let out a muffled squeal, nails digging into Rinne’s thighs as Madara got rougher in order to get more reactions out of her. If he wasn’t so focused on Anzu, he’d see the deep frown that formed on the redhead’s face as her attention was pulled away for even a second. Tears streamed down her face as she tried her best to breathe. Madara’s dick was reaching every sensitive part inside her with every thrust.

“Does it feel good, princess?” The hand that wasn’t holding her up by the waist moved down. His fingers rubbed expertly at her clit and her knees buckled slightly from trembling.

Rinne, not one to be left out, shoved Anzu’s head down onto his dick further. He could see the tears and it just made him throb even more. “C’mon, slut,” he growled. “Mama’s spoiling you too much. Ya gotta work a bit for me.”

“I’m not spoiling her.” Madara huffed, “Even if I was, she’s cute. So she deserves special treatment.”

“Yeah. Real fuckin’ cute, but she’d look cuter with cum all over her.”

Anzu did not mean to moan as delightedly as she did at the comment, but it sent shivers down Rinne’s spine as she slobbered all over him. He pulled her up by the hair in a moment of mercy so she could breathe. As soon as he did, whines and whimpers were added to the sounds coming from the three of them. She mouthed and kissed noisily along his dick, panting as she did so. “God- You’re too good at this. You were made to take cock, weren’t you?” Rinne was practically drooling at the sight himself, gripping the table he was leaning against for support.

“Only for you two~” Anzu purred, words slurred and slightly delirious. As she pumped his cock, she marveled at how small her hand looked wrapped around it. There was already a thick cock in her pussy splitting her in two. So the thought of having to take another was sending her mind into a tizzy. Even more so when she imagined having to take both at once.

Rinne groaned, gripping her hair to steady her.

“Open.”

As soon as she did as asked, Rinne shoved her head down onto him once more. Neither of the men were coordinating their thrust. They just kept going at it to fulfill their own selfish pleasure. Madara less so, but either way it meant that there was barely a moment when the producer wasn’t being filled by someone. And she loved it. Being used so thoroughly by both someone with no qualms in roughing her up and someone who took care to not hurt her in any way- Heavenly. Not to mention the fact both of these men were much larger and muscular. Being manhandled by one was already a dream. So to have both of them do so made her lose any sense of shame or control. She would be good for them alone so long as they continued to pleasure her like this.

With Anzu focused on the task at hand, Rinne didn’t last much longer. Her mouth was just too good. She was too good. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think she practiced. He would later find out that she maybe did. He pulled her up by the hair once more, free hand moving to jack himself off. With a groan, he blew his load all over her face and chest, decorating her skin with his cum. Some of it got on her tongue and she swallowed like the good girl she was. But most of it dripped down her cheeks and the corners of her lips with some splattering down onto her breast. She giggled happily, sucking lightly on his softening cock as Rinne stroked her hair.

Madara gave a deep thrust- enough to make Anzu lurch forward slightly. “Don’t forget about me here, princess.” He grabbed both of her forearms to pull behind her back, making her stand up slightly. “Mama’s almost done.”

He leaned forward to nip at her earlobe. “Mama’s going to fill your pussy with his cum~ You want that, right princess? You want Mama’s hot, sticky cum inside of you?”

Anzu nodded dumbly, moans tumbling out of her mouth. “Please~” She begged, moving her hips in time with him as best she could. Her toes curled as she felt a familiar knot form in her abdomen. “I want it~ I want it so badly~”

A hand moved to her jaw, moving her head so she’d look back slightly. Just enough so Madara could kiss her and shove his tongue into her mouth.

Rinne let out a low whistle as he slowly stroked himself to the sight. Of course, he wouldn’t just remain a passive watcher. His mouth latched onto one of Anzu’s nipples while his free hand pinched and tugged at the other, eliciting another delicious moan out of the producer.

Anzu couldn’t take it anymore. Surprising even her, she felt a spike of pleasure shoot through her as she squirted around Madara’s cock. She could very faintly hear both men curse in awe at the display of her trembling, small frame. It barely registered in her fucked out brain that they both stopped their actions to watch the liquid dribble out of her pussy. Though it definitely did register when they started again.

Madara shoved two fingers into her mouth as he pounded into her with a new vigor. Rinne squeezed and sucked her breasts hungrily, his cock now hard all over again. The two men managed to work her into another orgasm all over again before Madara snapped his hips to hers one final time.

His tip was practically against her cervix as he came, painting her insides white. He moaned as he thrusted slowly a few more times before pulling out. “Good job, princess,” he mumbled, kissing her shoulder.

Anzu whined into the air as she was spun around and shoved towards Rinne. Impatient and horny, Rinne pressed his tip up to her leaking cunt. “Let’s mix my cum into you too~ I wanna see what kind of kid pops out later after we're done with ya…”

#Minty's Musings #Minty's Writing #ensemble stars smut #nsft es!!#rinne amagi smut #madara mikejima smut #anzu smut #rinne amagi x anzu smut #madara mikejima x anzu smut #madaanz #rinneanz #they leave a tip for the janitors when they go bc holy shit #madara and rinne did not want to share but anzu asking them not to fight made them shake hands #just this once #a producer has to take care of her idols after all <3 #okay also rinne rlly did the lets breed and ask out kid about it in the end meme SGDJDG #forever will refer to anzu like her full names anzu ensemble stars

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sucrows · 1 year

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This ask game might not be about breeding kink but if i try hard enough with my request i can make it so 😤🖐️(/j)

Nazuna, Madara, and Rei for C, I, and R?

(please and thank you! ❤️❤️)

It (breeding kink) haunts me. damn siren call...

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

[C] CUM:

God, he loves coming inside. Inside him or inside you, he wants it. For him, there’s something about feeling so warm and wet inside, and knowing it’s not from his doing but rather his partners... he loves feeling claimed. When he does it to someone else though, he tends to feel a bit sentimental. You trust him enough to allow this? Unprotected sex always has a level of risk, even if small but you still want him to? He also loves it when others cum on him. Over his face, his back, his stomach, anywhere. Once again, feeling sinfully claimed in such a way makes him so excited.

[I] INTIMACY:

He definitely defaults to a more casual, sweet vibe to sex. He can absolutely get very passionate or soft, but overall he aims for smooth, pleasurable sailing. He has a tendency for praise so there's always a level of sweetness to it. That is unless he’s getting railed. Then all bets are off and he’s willing to be a begging mess.

[R] RISK:

He has some hard limits. While he can be convinced to at least try a lot of kinks and BDSM related action, things more along the lines of RACK rather than SSC are too much for him. He doesn’t want to hurt his partner in any way. In terms of unprotected sex, he’s very willing to finish inside his partner, but less willing to let his partner cum into him if he can get pregnant. He wants children one day so it’s not the end of the world to him if you have them early, he just doesn’t want it to interrupt his studies or idol work just yet. For things more along the lines of public sex, he’ll outright refuse to do so if there’s any chance of getting caught. While he does love the idea and is more than willing to roleplay it, he can’t risk Ra*bits reputation like that.

[C] CUM:

Also a big fan of coming inside. For him it’s pure breeding kink, just instinct that makes him crave his partner so desperately he can’t help it. He almost feels like he’s wasting resources when coming outside. Oral sex is pretty much the same for him too. Cumplay and spitting are just not it for him. He wants to see his partner open their pretty mouth to show off his cum, then swallow it. He’s also perfectly into returning the favor without question.

[I] INTIMACY:

He tries to keep it light and almost playful, but sometimes a ferocity overtakes him that he can’t resist. His go to is to tease and praise you, coaxing you into fun. As sex goes on though, he’s more than prone to just giving in and wrecking you, likely singing praises the whole time. He rather likes it when his partner feels perfectly relaxed in his arms.

[R] RISK:

Ok, as nice as he is, he is very horny and very willing to give almost anything a shot. He’s a bit intimidated by things such as intense impact play and choking and extremely hesitant about any type of weapon play, but otherwise he’s willing to give almost everything a shot no problem. Public sex isn’t his go to but if the opportunity arrives, he gets way too excited for it lmao. With unprotected sex it’s extremely iffy. With a long-term partner? Maybe, but only maybe. Unless you’re fully committed to each other he doesn’t want to risk it, it’s not that he doesn’t trust you to be a potentially good parent, but rather, he doesn’t trust himself.

[C] CUM:

Honestly? He’s not too against sex where he doesn’t orgasm. He’s much more interested in watching his partner fall apart than pursuing his own pleasure. He doesn’t have a preference for inside or outside, though when his partner comes inside him, he loves being plugged up. There’s something about feeling so full of them and feeling used by them that he adores. He is also into plugging his partner, but that’s just more because he wants the moment to rest after finishing and because it gives him an excuse to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

[I] INTIMACY:

He’s typically pretty sensual! Sometimes it’s more romantic, sometimes it’s sultrier. He puts his partner above him and wants them in the mood above all else. He likes to do everything he can to rile them up and if he has to pull out the stops he absolutely will. His usual is mostly teasing you while occasionally being a brat himself to tempt you.

[R] RISK:

Very experimental! He’s often on the lookout for things to spice up your sex lives in terms of toys and people but he’s also very willing to give most new kinks a shot. The only thing he’s actually fully not into in my eyes is being a sadist. While he loves seeing his partner fall apart, something about inflicting pain- even if they’re begging for it- makes him cringe. He can tolerate some light painplay on his partner, but he will shy away from anything beyond some regular rough sex in terms of potential pain. Also, as much as I want to say he would, realistically it's a big no on fully unprotected sex. He's very concerned with his family's condition being passed down so the prospect of his own children is one that requires a lot of discussion beforehand. Maybe one day, when you are both ready... but not yet.

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No Nut November?

synopsis — they’re drawn into this daring challenge, all hoping to win. but who really has the guts to do so? [various enstars! x gn! reader]

featured characters — kuro kiryu, hiyori tomoe, shu itsuki, mika kagehira, mao isara, izumi sena, niki shiina, madara mikejima, adonis otogari, jun sazanami, tsumugi aoba, rinne amagi (phew a mouthful haha)

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. rough sex, jealous sex, cunnilingus, use of toys, penetration (both reader and character recieving), some hard dom! chara some reader, reversed role, sexual frusturation, teasing, degradation, face sitting, crack in some, fluffy sex in some, all of them being absolute whores (including me lets not lie)

author’s note — CROWD CHEERING IM BACK TO SMUT Y’ALL (tbh i failed the challenge like a week in but never actually opened that up bc... yeah.) and special thanks to all my mutuals for the characters, lol (these skanky-ass whores are kinda... mmm)

word count — 3559

Give it up for Rinne Amagi y’all, for he isn’t trying to win. I swear this man has no intention of going clean for even twenty-four hours, what makes you think he’ll do it for a whole month? In fact, just to piss off all of the contestants he’ll drag you into his room and go feral on you. Good thing Hiyori and Kanata had decided to bunk at a different dorm (they probably saw this coming) or else they would see Rinne fucking you into his mattress, your tear-stained face shoved into the pillows as you moan shamelessly every time he slaps his pelvis against your ass. Calling you dirty names, leaving handprints on your ass, hickies, bruises and even broken skin littering your chest and shoulders. He literally turns you into a dumb stuttering doll as he pulls countless orgasms out of you, soaking his bedsheets underneath you and generally creating a mess. Which he’s honestly aiming for. Riling up all those so-called ‘clean’ people and making them regret their choice for accepting the challenge. It’s in his nature, after all, to stir up chaos.

Oh? You were planning to participate in the challenge too? Well that has him even more hyped up. He’s gonna scramble your mind (and insides) so much that you’ll be so fucking glad that you didn’t take up the offer and instead stayed with him. If he can make you feel this good, why throw it away for such a shitty gamble that you wouldn’t even gain anything from it?

I don’t think it’s quite obvious, but Jun Sazanami would have lost within the first day. He may have a bit more dignity than our favorite redhead, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a horny teenager at heart. Dragged into this mess by Ohii-san and taunted by him, he was really set on winning it, poor man. He only realized his fault as soon as the first day, when he went out with you. Jun really couldn’t help himself as he would constantly steal looks to your body, feeling himself heating up even more than usual due to the challenge itself. (Literally why are you the most horny when you want to become clean?) I feel like he won’t just fold you and start rutting into you like a bitch in heat— well to be honest i want him to do that— but he’ll secretly jerk off away from the prying eyes of his friends, in hope that people wouldn’t notice. Frantically fisting his hard-on, his other hand desperately muffling his moans, as he comes for what seems like the third time that night. Imagining that it was your hand around his cock, pumping his seed out, and your tongue licking up all of his cum. Goddamn- he can’t escape from your hold.

Of course Hiyori finds this out, but Jun isn’t really all that pissed about it... at least he can fuck you now without worrying about this stupid challenge anyways.

Talking about him, Hiyori Tomoe wouldn’t last either! Definitely hypes himself too much, proclaiming that he will win this challenge easy-peasy. But that’s him talking when he gets pussy/dick almost every night. Even going as far as teasing his friends about it, catcalling them, but soon enough he’ll be eating those words when it hits him that he can’t call you. At least, to call you to meet him at his room again to do their almost-daily quickie. And what?! He can’t even masturbate too??

Somehow he gets through the first week (with him grinding against his sheets softly I may add- which unfortunately made the man even more needy) but it soon turns to be futile as every time he lays eyes on you, dirty fantasies fill his mind. Damn the challenge; why can’t he just have you sit on his cock in public, your nice little hole drooling over his length as you grind impatiently against him? You look so cute in those clothes anyway...

And when you get irritated? By god he’s spiraling. He wants- no, needs you to peg or ride him until he’s seeing stars. Losing his sanity by the second, he’s shoving you into the nearest bathroom stall, impatient to finally get off after so long. And please do help him... he’s been good for a week, right? A whole seven days! He surely deserves a treat, no?

As a joke, Madara Mikejima would take on the challenge fully knowing that he’ll loose... so why? Just to see your face when he announces it? He’s fully aware that you can’t handle the sexual deprivation (even more so than he), so you’re devastated when he tells you his plan. Of course this is all just to see you break and whine to him just so he can tease you about it, but not just yet...

You couldn’t keep your composure for even a week, so soon enough Madara finds you getting off to your toys, trying to keep your loud moans at bay. He doesn’t bite for a minute or so, but once he sees your blissful face once you come undone on some fucking silicone something eats at him. Within a second he’s towering over you, throwing that slicked-over toy and biting at you with a tight smile that clearly tells you that you’re in for it. He’s being extremely petty over getting jealous by a toy, but he’s set on making sure that nobody, not even nothing can make you feel as good as he is right now. Surely, with the way you’re screaming his name for all the neighbors to unfortunately hear, right? And the way you’re convulsing on his cock, pushing him to fuck you even harsher and deeper, yeah? In the end Mama set you up for a trap but he fell in it instead... but really, what does it matter when in the end he has you fold for him?

Poor Tsumugi Aoba, trying so hard for the sake of... what was it exactly? Did he hopefully write it down? Anyways, there’s no shot that this baby wins with all the work stress he’s under. How can he lose you, his main source of relief, for an entire month? He’s likely one of the few people who took the challenge but realized the struggle, so as soon as he’s starts he starts drowning himself in even more work, as ironic as it sounds. It’s successful... for what, the first week and a half or so? But there’s only so much work to be done. He somehow burns through a whole month’s work in a span of a week, and comes up with nothing after that. That’s when the real struggle happens.

It’s almost like he’s death-staring you as he sits with you at the dinner table, but in reality he’s having a mental conniption. All of his walls melted like ice thanks to the lack of distraction, and he’s trying to stop the flow of dirty, dirty thoughts about you. His dick getting hard within a snap of your finger, his face getting flushed and hot, it doesn’t take long for you to connect the dots and mentally sigh. Usually Tsumugi would listen to you thoroughly, but as soon as the words he wanted to hear slipped out of your lips he’s pressing against you like a dog in heat, apologizing profusely as he fucks you right over the table. And he’s likely going to keep you there for a good hour- this man has stamina. Prove me wrong >:(

Kuro Kiryu is struggling because you are. See, if he didn’t catch you biting your lip in frustration, rubbing your thighs together subtly, even ghosting your hand over your sex, he himself wouldn’t feel himself getting hot and hard. What’s turning him on is your sexual frustration... which later on would definitely put it to good use. Unfortunately for him though, he’s still tied into the challenge so he has to at least try. It’s probably the worst two weeks of his life as he tries not to fold your sleeping figure next to him in bed, instead going as far as staying up through the night and taking out all his frustrations on a poor sandbag (I’m telling you, by the end of it his dick his harder than that lmfao). Yes, he loses. Halfway through November, itching for some intimate touch, he nearly praises the lord above when he catches you playing with your sex like a bitch in heat, hurriedly trying to get off.

He’s your man, so of course he has to help you! Just thank him by spilling your loud whorish moans into his ear as he fucks you on the cold bathroom floor, the heat radiating from both of your sweating bodies competing with the hot shower steam. His pent-up energy is either a blessing or a curse to your poor body, because he’s not letting go of you until he’s come at least... be real. Five or six times. And plus I’m normal about breeding so of course he’s watching his thick cum seep out of your hole, decorating the already-white marble tiles. He can’t help but take a picture for masturbation food, seeing your slicked-over hole and ass pairing with the purple, red, and pink marks he proudly left behind. Is he ashamed of losing the challenge? Honestly a bit during post-sex and when he finally has reason... but he’s learned so much that he wouldn’t know before. So it’s a 50/50 for him.

Shu Itsuki struggles because you aren’t. The Shu Itsuki, the self-proclaimed best artist, a man of culture, is frantically trying to calm down his raging hard-on as you waltz away from him, perfectly fine and calm?? No no, it should be the tables turned! You should be the one begging him to please you, and he should be scoffing at your brazen behavior! But no matter how much he wishes it to be this way, your lack of attention, sexually, has him bucking into his expensive sheets, whining into his already-soaked pillow as he tries to get himself off. I feel like Shu is the type of person to train himself to control his sexual desires when you’re not around, taking extreme caution to not to try to come over anything but you. Oh how it bites him in the back now, frustrated tears falling from his lilac eyes as he can’t bring himself to reach an orgasm even once. And he’s not the type to use toys, as the traditional man he is, so there’s nothing in his house that could accommodate to his needs. So he’s, in the worst time possible, stuck.

Finally dropping his pretentious ego, he comes to you as a whiny, horny flustered mess as his obvious hard-on pokes through his pants. You can’t help but coo at his helplessness, teasing him bit to further rile him up. But you can’t have your pretty princess wait for too long, or he’ll actually lose it. So give him a good hard fuck, riding him or pegging him it doesn’t matter, and break him over your lap until he’s a babbling flushed mess. Because of how sensitive he is you have his watery cum staining your slacks, feeling the cool liquid touch your hot skin, but you could care less as you please your baby <3.

Mika Kagehira is adamant on making sure nobody finds out he’s cheating. Who is he kidding- a person who basically lives on your quickies almost every day wouldn’t survive this challenge. But you just look so hopeful as you turned to him to win, genuinely thinking that he’ll succeed. So for your sake he’ll stay quiet, although it’ll probably kill him that he won’t be able to feel you for a while. All he has to survive off of are shitty sex toys and every once in a while plushies that permanently smell like you, so it’s definitely not the best but it could be worse.

But out of all people (although looking back he was relieved) you were the first one to find out that he was cheating all along. Walking into him whining against his pillows, grinding his dick into the cum-soaked sheets as a vibrator was shoved into his ass at the highest speed. You’re frozen in your spot for a good minute, trying to process the scene in front of you, before your wrenched out of your thoughts as the male moans out your name quite shamelessly, gripping onto the ropes he wrapped around his wrists for the thrill of the burn. He was so far gone that he couldn’t even care who walked in on him, which, good for you, could enjoy the show a little bit more before you intrude on his session. So there you are, sitting at his desk, staring at the writhing boy pleasing himself at your name. Around ten minutes pass by, and Mika’s looking pretty worn out so he reaches for the remote. But before he could shut it off you suddenly appear on him, resting your hand over his. The poor boy is flabbergasted, trying to come up with some silly excuse before your other hand is rubbing dangerously close to his dick. Even after all the orgasms he’s had he feels himself getting hard again at your touch, and soon enough wanting more like the spoiled whore he his. But dear me, he’s expecting you to be nice to him especially since he hasn’t had you for so long. He broke his promise after all, didn’t he? Hope he doesn’t mind a bit of pain...

To be fucking funny, Niki Shiina would have won. So hard. Just the way his mind works has him thinking about food all the time, and of course your one of his favorite snacks but somehow it hasn’t brutally affected his sexual deprivation. Somehow. Butttt of course you go and screw everything up. Just like Rinne you fucked the whole challenge... but why is Niki doing it??? Who the hell convinced him to do so? And just ditch you? Nope, not on your watch. You’re gonna make sure he looses, and hard.

He only realizes your intention halfway through, but it’s too late. Because of your influence his dirty mind is turning everything sexual, and it’s pushing him over the edge. He’s pretty much had enough. So, completely disregarding the challenge, he manages to corner you and outwardly express his aggravation, throwing a tantrum like the little kid he is. You simply laugh at his antics, dragging a finger across his collarbone and... wow, you can’t remember what happened after that. All you could focus on was how harsh he was shoving his face into the sheets. The high-pitched whines and moans did not match at all with the brutal pace he set on you, destroying your insides. All you could do was grip on the sheets for dear life, your pupils blown wide and face extremely flushed as Niki fucked into you like a dog in heat. If you didn’t have the pillows masking your sight, you would’ve seen the man have tears streaming down his face in pleasure, his lips stuck in a pout as he watched your hips bruise under the iron grip he had you in. For such a soft guy, he sure is rough... tenfold if he was pent up.

Izumi Sena would be close, but not enough to win. Without you he definitely has the mindset for it. You would think he would get so frustrated by his model workload but ironically it’s what keeps him sane. Give him more than a few days off and his mind will be in the gutters in no time, no matter how much he tries to resist. But the gods seem to be on his side for the entire challenge (how he learned of it, who knows. why, confidential i guess) because the more work he got the less he talked to you. Of course you two contact on a regular basis but nothing more than a short, sweet call or texting each other for minutes at a time. It seems to be enough for him, at least. Whereas you, with a much much higher sex drive, is crying in your sheets. You just want to get off so badly and that’ll just be the end of it, but with the cocky idols teasing you and the haunting nightmares of Izumi being extremely disappointed in you helps you hold off... at least for now. You’re not sure if you can hold it out for any longer.

Fortunately for you, unfortunately for him, the Knights had an ‘emergency’ and he was called back to Japan a week before he was scheduled to leave. The emergency in question was just a lost Leo Tsukinaga, which was solved in no time, but that left Izumi back with you in person while there was just one week left in the challenge. And oh boy did you use that to your advantage. You couldn’t wait when the two of you were alone after the whole fiasco- in fact within the next day the man woke up to your naked figure sitting on his chest, tracing your fingers along his collar. With that and his usual morning wood, Izumi’s sanity and patience snapped like a twig. Flipping you over and immediately pushing inside of you, he’s plowing into you like a starved man, which he is. All of his manner, ego, and common sense is thrown out the window as he moans and curses into your chest, trying to go faster than the pistioning pace he’s already setting on. He’s reduced to a horny teenager, saying how much he missed you and your hold, even coming within the first minute of fucking you. But as soon as he has that post-orgasm mindset, and realizes what you’ve done to him with a flushed angry face, he’s not letting you go for the rest of the day. Be prepared to call out from work tomorrow, because he’s gonna make sure that you get more than what you bargained for.

Mao Isara perseverance is so godly I’m jealous of this man. ...Ok, maybe he acts like a teenager with a middle school crush around you during this challenge, but that doesn’t mean that his common sense and rationality is leading him the right way. But major kudos to the President himself because he’s balancing the stress of work and deprivation for an entire four weeks.

Like all he gets itchy when his time is almost up, and almost loses when he has a sleepover with you, seeing your slumbering body so flush and close to him he’s immediately getting hard. But no, for the sake of his reputation he has to continue, just for a little while. Then he’ll get the prize he’s drooling for. He’s jumping on you, asleep or not, and shoving his face into your sex as soon as his phone says December 1st (which he has been checking several times). He missed your taste and smell so much, he literally comes into his pants as your scent hits him like a brick wall. You’d be waking up to him devouring you from in between your legs, already waking up disoriented and, frankly, now needy. But don’t worry- he’s not letting you go anytime soon until he quenches his thirst and has you come several times for his pleasure. Even after that he’d be fucking you into the mattress, babbling about how much he missed your tight hole and thanking you so much for being patient with him, wrenching out an almost high-pitched moan every time he empties his overloaded balls into you.

Adonis Otogari has the most control over himself so of course he’s one of the very few winners among these horndogs of idols. By no means does he win for boasting rights or to tease the others, but he genuinely believes that it’ll impress you- I swear this boy will jump on any opportunity to see your face light up in excitement; he lives for it. So if this challenge will have you jumping up and down in joy, he’s down.

Minimal struggle. Of course he wakes up with the occasional morning wood, but calms himself down within an hour or so before Koga points it out and shit crashes and burns. Further into the month he has to use more... creative ways (I swear this man is willing to bathe in ice cold water to get his dong to freeze up and feel nothing) but somehow he perseveres as everybody around him starts dropping like flies. And when that clock strikes twelve on the last day of November he’s on cloud nine. Fortunately you’re with him at this time, so he doesn’t waste a single minute to drag you into bed and indulge in you for the remaining nightly hours. Instead of being rushed, harsh, and overall needy (although he is don’t lie), he’s going to take his sweet time and remind himself the pleasure he gets from either fucking you nice and slowly or eating you out so that both of your minds are reeling. He survives, but don’t expect him to do this again anytime soon.

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