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actuallysaiyan · 4 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lale-txt · 7 months

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♡ 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.

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vulpisnocturna · 9 months

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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

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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.

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mikoyamisheadcanonblog · 1 year

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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,”

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pfpanimes · 4 months

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⌕ naruto • madara uchiha.

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ayyyez · 1 year

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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.

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chocolatetheoristcloud · 1 year

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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.

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Madara Uchiha x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: too many to count, afab!reader, rough sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, the Uchiha breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, aphrodisiacs, Madara has a big dick Uchiha, blindfolds, hands are tied, stomach bulge, mating press, overstimulation, some temperature play, strong language

A/N: This monstrosity has way too many tags, forgive me if I didn't tag every kink. Honestly this was only supposed to have like, two kinks or so, but uh obviously that did not happen and I'm not sorry about it. If this one does well enough I plan on writing a Sacrificed for each of the founders trio, and if I feel the inspiration after that I could add other Naruto characters as well so, let me know if that's something you'd be interested in.

A HUGE thank you to @therantingfangirl for helping me edit this oversized self indulgence! She's the best you guys, I love her and you should send some love her way! This wouldn't have been out as quickly, and would've had many more typos lol, if not for her. So tell her thank you for me~

edit 7/30/22: WE NOW HAVE ART!! A biiiig huge thank you to the amazing @skydaddy01 for their incredible art. They did a fanfuckingtastic job creating god!Madara's appearance, especially with so little to go off of because I'm bad at asking for things. Seriously, go check them out, especially if you like the art~

Without further ado, enjoy Sacrificed (Sun)

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Villagers scattered about, decorating homes and streets alike, preparing drums and costumes with jovial attitudes; the excitement was palpable. Most everyone looked forward to the Festival of the Sun, it was hard not to! The music, the ritual dancing, the offerings of food and wine to the gods as well as loved ones were certainly something to be excited about. The festivities themselves lasted for an entire week. It had to in order to entice him down from his place of rest. He was hard to excite, after all.

The Festival of the Sun is performed once a year before the cold season begins in order to plead with the sun god for protection from death during the upcoming frost. At the peak of the festivities, a living sacrifice is offered to the deity, but seldom does he come down. Most sacrifices come back without having even felt his presence, however throughout the history of the festival there were rare instances of his sacrifice being found dead at the end of the celebrations. The manner of death was always the same, burnt from the inside out. These instances came to be synonymous with having met him.

That fact made you, the sacrifice chosen for the upcoming celebrations, a bit nauseated. The idea of meeting the sun god made you nervous for many reasons; you were his devout follower, a young peasant chosen by the temple due to your dedication to your faith. At least, that’s what they told you when they notified you of your impending position. Your faith was well known in the village, you made the hike to his temple every two days without fail and prayed for hours in his sanctuary as well as volunteered to help clean the entirety of his temple.

His statues had always entranced you and you often wondered if that was what he really looked like. Was he really that tall and broad? Certainly awe inspiring if true. You’d run the soapy cloth along the carvings of his hair and close your eyes, guiltily pretending you were running your fingers through his majestic locks, it was so long, and the artist made it look so wild and untamed, giving his likeness a dangerous edge that made you bite your bottom lip. It would not be an exaggeration to say you were attracted to your god, or rather to the idea of him.

You had never met him or even heard his words as some priests had claimed to have heard. The high priest, the one who informed you of your role in the festivities, had said that your devotion moved the god and he had asked for you; that made you roll your eyes. As if the sun god himself would ask for you. The odd one, no family or friends, let alone a dating history, or anything of the sort that would catch the attention of anyone let alone such a powerful and incredible god. No matter, it would just mean another year without his appearance, though there is the possibility he’s so enraged by your presentation that he decides to burn you like the others.

He was not known for his mercy, after all. His lust for blood was legendary and his rivalry with the god of the forests still affects humanity despite their typically dormant state. Their battles have scored the earth and ruined oceans, much to the god of the sea’s displeasure. The temple texts state that the gods of forest and sun reawaken every century to continue their discourse. Were the previously killed sacrifices burned for his amusement or was he displeased with their appearance? Being burnt from the inside out at the hands of your beloved deity, was that your destined end?

As you contemplated your possible demise, the festival began. For the first three days your job was to stay in the temple. You were to pray all day, bathe in the ceremonial waters, and eat only the fruits provided. Each day the ceremonial drumming, which was performed as the sun began to set and would continue until sunrise, could be heard despite the temples stone walls. Their beat entrancing and familiar. It gave you something to look forward to as you prayed without response.

On the fourth day you weren’t allowed to eat anything, only drink a strangely viscus and milky liquid with no taste that left the core of your being feeling cold. The usual warm bath with citrus scents was replaced with the same cold and thick liquid you were forced to drink. Are they trying to give me a cold before they send me to my death? You thought as you shivered. The older priestesses were made to wash you, they rubbed the fluid into every part of your being. Maybe I’ll freeze before I’m burnt alive.

It was almost like a massage, the way the older women prepared you. The way they rubbed the fluid into the flesh of your breasts made you blush, and the blush only deepened when your sex was given the same amount of attention and pressure. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut. The feeling was a bit unusual. Heat began to swirl in your center, and it helped you fight off the cold for the rest of the bath.

When you were brought out of the bath rolls of white and red silk were draped around your body in odd patterns. The material itself felt wonderful but they tied the red pieces around your arms and neck, while the white silk they used to bind your chest and cover your mound. It was an odd feeling, only being partially dressed and your abdomen being bare made you flush in embarrassment. They tied your hair back in a braid that was as long as your hair would allow, and they twisted the same type of red silk around it. You were not allowed to look at your own appearance and one of the women led you out of the temple without so much as a word.

Once outside you began to shiver again and your bare feet gracing the soft grass only made you feel colder. The breeze made goose flesh begin to rise along your skin and you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and keep warm. Sounds of the villagers enjoying the festival gave you something to focus on. What would you be doing, if you were not here? Enjoying some wine perhaps, dancing around the oversized fire that was lit in your god’s honor? Mmm maybe even enjoying a full plate of roast boar, your stomach grumbled at the thought.

A group of priests, including the high priest, emerged from the temple and began to lead you further to the west of the temple. On that side there was a trail. Most everyone knew of the trail, but it was not to be used by anyone but the blessed. It led up to the highest peak in the valley and at the top stood a temple made specifically to hold the sun god’s presence when he graced the earth.

The high priest ushered you onto the trail and began to walk in front of you, the others following behind. The entire hike up felt very stiff and uncomfortable, it made you more nervous than you already were. The high priest stopped, as did you, right before the doors to the sacred temple. It was much grander, the walls made of marble instead of stone with gold gilded doors and carvings of suns in the luxurious columns. A strong wind practically blew through you, and you wondered if you’d ever feel warm again. A quick glance around at the people meant to guide you made your stomach twist in knots. They all had such grave expressions. You wondered what was next and began to try to convey your question with your eyes but they refused look at you. “Um,” you began. “Excuse-“

A loud shout rang out from the village, the signal to start the drums. Startled, you glanced at the sky and saw that the sun had begun to set. The high priest turned and walked until he was right in front of you. He began to press a large flask of what looked to be the same viscous liquid into your hands while a different priest came behind you and began to tie a red ribbon made of the same silk tightly around your eyes. The cool material caused your heart to beat as hard as the drums. “Drink this once the sun has fully set, there will be more inside, be sure to drink all of it throughout the next few days.”

Your breathing picked up. Someone, you weren’t sure who, began to tie your wrists together in front of you. “Do not attempt to look at him,” the high priest spoke again. “Do not try to touch him, only he can initiate contact. You may roam around the temple but do not leave it.” How did he expect you to roam without being able to see? “We will be back at the end of the festival to collect you, do as we say and as he says and you will survive,” he paused, “probably.”

You nodded nervously; you couldn’t see his face but could feel the sense of dread in the air. “Alright, let us begin.” Someone began to push you forward and you felt your bare feet touch the chilled marble, heard the large doors creak open, and felt the plush of a cushion as they sat you down on the floor. Once their touch left you, the sense of foreboding increased. When you heard the door slam shut you knew you were alone.

You could hear the high priest begin a prayer outside the door, though it was rather muffled, you pressed your fingers against each other, and you tried to calm your nerves by joining in on the prayer. “Allow your warmth to protect and guide me,” you muttered. After a moment’s hesitation you added, “and your cruelty to pass over me.” And altogether you ended the prayer with an ‘amen’ though yours felt a tad more strained.

Through the blindfold you could make out vague shapes thanks to the small amounts of light; but that was all you could see, and once the sun set you would essentially be blind. You stayed seated for a time and fiddled with the flask that you had been given. The wrappings around your wrists weren’t painful or too constricting but they did limit what you could do. How were you supposed to stay like this for four nights and three days? “Where even is the restroom?” You glanced around at the shapes that made up what you could see. “Do gods even use the restroom?”

After a few more minutes of fretting and shaking you decided to stand and try to figure out what was in the room. You placed your arms out in front of you. Your hands may have been bound but you were still able to grab a hold of things. The temperature of the temple was colder than the temperature outside, it was similar to the biting chill of the nights in the cold season. At this point you wondered if you were doomed to die from frostbite. The tips of your fingers scraped against the cold marble of the walls, and you continued to glide your hands along the carvings to guide you through the area. As your vision began to worsen you knew the sun was almost under the mountain.

Your fingers brushed against a metal decoration and you began to explore the piece to the best of your abilities. It felt like a throne, a large one, with a cushion made of the same type of silk that was draped around you. The size of the throne made it feel a bit more like a small loveseat, you couldn’t imagine it being too comfortable with all the surrounding metals. Beside the throne seemed to be a short table with a pitcher atop it. The pitcher was carved, and you could tell it was well crafted by running your fingers along the object. It felt much too light to be filled with anything, much to your chagrin. You had been hoping for a sip of real water.

While there was still a bit of sunlight left you decided to try to explore the center of the room a bit more. You walked cautiously from the throne to the middle of the area and saw a shadow that seemed to be a table or something similar. It was a bit tall to be a table and you placed your hands on it and felt that it was also made of a cold marble. There were no chairs around it and as your fingers brushed along the edges you felt that there were words engraved on it. You wondered if they were gilded with gold like the carvings on the outer columns had been. Slowly, you attempted to read what was engraved around the table. “A sacrifice of flesh and blood,” you muttered. “Well, that would be me.”

“Is that right?”

You flinched. That was not a voice you recognized. It was deep and alluring, with an inflection that sounded almost amused. The man’s voice had come from behind you, where you remembered the throne being. Cautiously, you turned toward where you thought the voice was coming from but immediately had to squeeze your eyes shut. All there was in that direction was a bright light, like the sun itself had come to rest in front of you. Wait, your breath caught in your throat. The sun itself?

“A-Are you perhaps-“

“Yes?”

You felt so hesitant. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, the urge to drop down on your knees and bow was at the forefront of your mind. There was a warmth, an intense but welcome warmth, that began to move toward you. Your eyes were still closed tight; even behind the blindfold his brightness was too much. Like a warm breath it felt like his presence was closer, but you weren’t sure how close. Without much more thought, you gave into your urge and got down to your hands and knees with your head resting atop your extended arms on the floor. Even the floor felt warmer now than it had before his arrival. “My lord!”

“Hm, not quite as interesting as I was expecting.” He sounded so close, almost as if he was directly above you. “But not altogether unpleasant.”

Your skin began to tingle from the contrast in temperature. Hot and cold. Internally, you still felt like you were freezing but externally his presence had warmed everything to such a degree it felt like you might melt. Lightly, it felt like just the tips of his fingers, began to trial down your exposed spine, like he was counting vertebrae. Again, your bottom lip felt the sting of your teeth as your mind reeled at not only meeting but being touched by your god. The same god whose likeness you had thought of in some not so holy ways.

“Is it still too bright?”

“P-Pardon?”

“I understand that my presence tends to be overwhelming for human eyes, shall I dim myself?” He answered his own question, as the harsh biting against your eyelids seemed to lessen and instead of a sun his presence looked more like a group of brightly lit candles. It hurt still, but you were finally able to open your eyes. You wanted to look at him, wanted to take the blindfold off and gaze upon his glory but you kept your head down, afraid of the consequences of doing so. “Thank you for your consideration, my lord.”

“Still so polite,” his dry chuckle was like velvet in your ears. You shivered, but not from fear or temperature; you wanted to hear him speak more. The pleasing thought of having him order you around floated about in your mind. Warm, overly warm, fingers gripped your chin roughly and had you look up at the veiled view of his face. “I like how you’ve thought about me a lot better than the way you’re speaking to me now.”

Your heart hiccupped. Your thoughts of him!? You could feel the color drain from your face. All the unsavory thoughts you had about his image filtered through your mind at once. The few times you had touched yourself had also been to ideas of him. Would he kill you now for your blasphemous behavior? Was he aware of all of them? That rich chuckle continued to fill your ears, much more amused this time, and he turned your head from side to side as if in assessment of a product at the market. “Don’t be so nervous, child. You act like I’m going to burn you alive.”

You were pretty sure he might.

There were no details, but from his outline it seemed like the statue was rather accurate. His hair was long, spiked, and wild like the mane of a lion; his shoulders broad and perfectly set. He barely had a hold on your chin but the bits of his fingers you could feel felt strong, large, and overly warm. The high priest had told you not to look at him but maybe? Just a peek? “Can I remove the-“

“Do you want to go blind?”

“What?”

“Do you think you can stare directly at the sun without repercussions? You’ll go blind if you look at me with your naked eye.”

“Oh,” you pressed your lips together, your cheeks red with embarrassment. “Right, yes, that makes sense.”

“Eager to see your god, are we?”

You wanted to nod but refrained and he let go of your chin. “You haven’t finished the elixir yet.” He said it as a statement of fact and let out a sigh that sounded exasperated. The blood in your veins rushed at a dizzying pace and you felt panic begin to rise in your throat. Had you displeased him? Would he leave because of it? Anything but that.

“I hadn’t realized the time, please forgive-“ Wet warm lips pressed against yours midsentence. It was intense and hot, so very hot. One of his large hands grabbed the back of your head roughly, forcing you to tilt your head back and he tugged on the braid. The surprise made you flinch, and your mouth opened slightly, but it was enough for him. He began to force a liquid into your mouth from his. It was different from the others; it had a sweet taste to it that sat heavy in your center. The warmth of his lips felt like it might burn, but the cool of the liquid soothed it almost immediately. The contrast made you moan, and his tongue began to enter your mouth.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you began to feel turned on as his tongue caressed and pulled at your own. Were you allowed to kiss back? How was this supposed to work? Another noise escaped you as his tongue scraped against the roof of your mouth, slowly and with intent. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to calm down. He pulled away slowly, allowing his tongue to linger against yours in the space between you. The sun god chuckled once again, “That face is rather enticing.”

If only you could see what face it was. His touch left you and the warmth of his being began to dissipate. “Resting for so long can be quite boring,” he began, his voice sounded like it was back at the throne. When you opened your eyes you could see the light of his being further back, it seemed as if he was sitting on the golden décor. It almost looked like he was slouched, with one hand against the arm rest and his head on his fist, but that was just your assumption. You had no way of seeing the details of his form. “So, while we wait for the elixir to kick in, entertain me.”

Entertain? How? Should you ask? What if that angered him? He didn’t seem like the patient sort. You heard a sound similar to liquid filling a basin and saw him shift as it looked like he may be drinking. Your heart pounded in your ears in time with the beat of the drums that boom from below. Oh, was that it? At this point in the evening, for the festival, everyone would be dancing. Is that what he wanted? The dance was created for his worship, after all.

You stood on nervous legs, your hands still bound, and listened patiently to the beat. When you felt you had a good enough idea of the rhythm you began the dance. It was fast, continuously moving, with moves similar to dodging attacks in a spar. When the drum paused you twisted your spine and bent backward, almost hitting the sacrificial table behind you, and stretch your arms up behind your head to touch the cool marble. The stretch made you feel exposed. Your neck, abdomen, and legs were on full display. As the pause remained, so did your position. It was difficult, but the dance seemed to warm you up. You felt the flush travel across your body, and you began to feel rather thirsty. You resumed at the same time as the drums.

Everything seemed to disappear as the song continued. Your muscles began to loosen, your tension nonexistent, you completely forgot where you were or why you were even dancing in the first place. It was like you were hypnotized to follow the music. One foot out in front and the other behind, your hands pushed out in front almost like you were begging. Everything felt warm now, your breathing was labored from exertion. Much to your embarrassment, even your core felt a bit sticky. Your hair began to frame your face and you barely registered that the braid had come loose. “Keep dancing,” came his silken command. So, you did.

His approach was harder to feel this time, the difference in temperature not quite as stark, but when his hand caressed the side of your neck you gasped at the excess heat. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

Right, more dancing.

One of his hands remained at your neck, curling around it like a collar and restricting your movements. You couldn’t move away from him without feeling choked. His other hand slid down the length of your swaying curves, from the tops of your covered breasts to the dip of your hips where the white ribbon was tied. The heat was almost sweltering and the ache in your sex began to grow. He tugged and the silk around your waist began to slip away, creating static as it fell from your flesh.

You couldn’t help but stop, your senses now fully focused on your naked lower half. Without the cloth your arousal was even more obvious, its evidence sticking to your thighs. “I don’t like to repeat myself,” he growled so close to your ear. A shiver wracked your form, and you did your best to start moving again, but his hand inching toward your center made you lose your rhythm and your movements became awkward. His hot tongue began to lick a stripe along the red silk wrapped around your collar bone. His warm fingers began to stroke the plush flesh of your mound. A fresh wave of slick began to coat your labia.

“Mm,” you pressed your lips together. You felt like you were on fire. “My lord, please,” you whispered, not entirely sure what you were asking for.

“Tsk, you know my name. Say it.”

He was giving you permission to call him by name? His fingers trailed down and began to stroke the naked flesh of your sex. The amount of wetness made the sounds of his fingers vulgar as he moved them back and forth against the sensitive skin. Your head fell back, and you gasped, his warm fingers immediately zeroing in on your clit. The heat was overwhelming, adding extra stimulation to your already pulsing bud. Your core began to clench, and your hips reflexively bucked toward his hand. “Go on,” he chided. “Say the name of your god, tell him how badly you want him to finger you.”

Your vagina pulsed at the thought. Saying his real name was taboo in the temple, but he was giving you permission. It was impossible to think, his fingers sped up their assault. Only incoherent noises left your throat as your knees began to buckle. How were you this close already? The hand that was around your neck squeezed teasingly, cutting off your air flow temporarily, before moving down to support your lower back as your legs threatened to give out. Instinctively you reached out and tried to use his arm for support before immediately pulling your hands back. They burned, like you had touched a hot stove.

“Do not try to touch him, only he can initiate contact.” The high priest’s words rang out in your mind.

“Weren’t you warned pet?” His head leaned down to your burnt hands, his fingers not ceasing, and he licked along your palms as if to soothe them. The mixture of pain and pleasure only brought you closer to the edge and you began to buck your hips in earnest. Your pleasured noises began to grow into full moans as you approached your peak.

Quickly, without warning, he removed his fingers from your clit and unceremoniously thrust two inside of your entrance. It burned, the heat and the pain of the stretch, but it brought you over the edge anyway. He hadn’t even had to move his fingers and you were already clenching down on them. Tears welled in your eyes behind the blindfold, and you called out, “Ahh, Madara!”

“How cute,” he announced, his voice a note or two deeper, the arm that was supporting you was trembling. “So eager that you came just from having my fingers inside you?”

Madara began to move his fingers, slow and deliberate, making sure to scrape them against your walls and ensuring that pain accompanied the pleasure. He moved his mouth to your neck and tugged at the red ribbon, untying it with his teeth and exposing the rest of your body to his gaze. He began to scissor your entrance and you felt the tightness in your gut return. “Such a naughty human, touching yourself to the thought of your god. Did you think I wasn’t watching? Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

You felt like you were burning, and you heard the juices of your arousal splash against your skin. His thick fingers began to thrust quickly, and he brought his palm up to rub at your sensitive clit. A whine left your throat. He continued his verbal assault. “I watched you each and every time you called out to me with lust. I saw the way your greedy pussy swallowed one, then two, even three of your own fingers. But it was never enough, was it? You needed something else, needed these fingers to fill you.” He added a third finger and you had never felt so full. A cry of his name left your lips again and that rich chuckle of his vibrated through you. “Well how is it? Now that you have the real thing, is it satisfactory? Are you still feeling greedy?”

“It’s good,” you slurred in a drawn-out moan. His fingers began to push at your walls in opposing directions and you thought you might drool. “So so good.”

“Only good? Well, I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”

All three fingers curled at once and began to press on a specific part of your walls. Your breathing stopped, your body convulsed, your toes curled, and your vagina clenched like your life depended on it. His palm pressed hard against your abused bundle of nerves, and you came yet again. But this one was different, more intense, almost painful as it washed over every part of your being. You felt dizzy before you remembered to breathe. His hand kept moving but you were at your wits end. “Too much, ah,” you wanted to grab a hold of his arm but barely registered you would get burned again if you did. Your sex throbbed painfully. “Please lord Madara,” you pleaded. “It’s too much.”

The sun god removed his fingers slowly but made sure to keep supporting you. You watched as the vague light of his being seemed to lick a trail from his own palm down his arm and he moaned deeply as he followed the trail back up to his palm. He moved his hand away from his own mouth and brought his fingers to your lips. “Suck,” he commanded.

Your tongue poked out of your mouth shyly and you wrapped it around the three fingers hesitantly. A grunt left your throat as you tasted yourself on his digits. He shoved the three of them into your mouth, not willing to give you the chance to continue to do as you pleased. Obediently, you sucked. The heat from his fingers almost felt like they would burn your mouth too. Again, you wondered what he looked like in full detail. You gently scraped your teeth against the three digits. “Good pet,” he muttered and pressed the pads of his fingers down on your tongue. “Now, lay down on that table. I’m going to take my sacrifice.”

Madara removed his fingers and let go of you entirely. You stumbled, almost fell to your knees again as your support disappeared. Thanks to the light of his being you were able to see the shadows that made up the cold marble of said sacrificial table. As much as you tried to make your crawl a top it look sexy, you fumbled a few times. It was rather high, making it difficult to crawl onto, but your inability to be graceful didn’t seem to deter him as he was atop you the moment you fully laid down.

The sun god’s scorching lips graced yours once more and this time you tried to meet his tongue stroke for stroke. His impossibly warm palms enveloped your breasts and began to mold them to his liking, almost as if he was trying to change their shape to his hands. For the first time you felt his entire body as it pressed against you. His muscles were firm as they met your squishy flesh and the hardness of his arousal rubbed against your belly in interest. It leaked with precum and the thought of that being your doing gave you butterflies. Slowly he pulled away, he seemed to sit up for a second as you heard the sounds of a glass bottle opening. His own breathing sounded labored, but it paused as he began to gulp down whatever he had opened.

When he was seemingly satisfied, he pressed his lips to yours again, and much like the first kiss, forced the liquid down your throat. Some of it dribbled down the side of your mouth, being too much to swallow all at once, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he continued to aggressively explore your mouth. What surprised you was when he began to pour out the chilled liquid onto your overheated sex. Your back arched, the contrast in temperatures a shock to your system.

He threw the glass bottle away and it broke against the flooring with a loud crash. His thick fingers began to coat themselves in the fluid and started to scoop it into you. You groaned into his mouth. Madara kept pushing it in, forcing it as deep inside of you as his fingers would allow. It felt odd, his hands and your body heat slowly warmed the liquid as he pushed it inside. The god pulled away from the kiss with a loud breath. “No more games,” he announced and pulled his fingers away.

The sound of his slick fingers against his own flesh made you shiver. You wished you could see it, him fisting himself atop you. What a gorgeous sight that would be, it was almost worth the risk of going blind. Almost. He lined himself up with your entrance, one hand holding your tied wrists above your head and the other holding him in place. His tip felt large as it twitched impatiently against your hole. Anticipation made you hold your breath.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

He thrust in and your jaw dropped. Big, he was so big. You felt overstuffed, like there were six of his large fingers shoved inside. Madara pushed forward more, your walls spasming around the intrusion. He was too big; it was too much. You felt like you were going to break, like he’d split you in half. More of his shaft entered you and he groaned, his guiding hand now reaching up to grip your hip and push you further onto him. It felt like he had knocked the wind out of you as the tip of his penis hit your cervix. Surely that was it, he couldn’t go any further. “Pretty little thing, so fucked out already and I’ve barely even started,” he chuckled, his words strained. He brought the hand that was holding your wrists down to wipe your chin of drool that you hadn’t even realized was there. “You’re so wet,” he grunted and pulled his hips back before snapping them forward quickly. You grunted, the drag of his dick the best thing you had ever felt. “Behave and I might just reward you.”

He began to thrust in earnest, the mushroom head hitting against your cervix with each thrust in, like it was trying to bury itself deeper inside of you. Your back bowed and he forced your hips to meet his. You brought your hands up and began to grip at the edge of the marble table. Your white-knuckled grip the only thing keeping you grounded. He brought his unoccupied hand down to your left breast and began to thumb the nipple in time with his thrusts. The shlick shlick shlick sound of each drag against your insides made your toes curl once again. You felt the heavy weight of his balls hit against your perineum and the slick that was pushed out with every thrust leaked down onto the stone beneath.

The sun god was more vocal than you had expected, grunting with effort, and groaning when you clenched particularly hard around him. You licked your lips, your mouth felt dry from hanging open for so long. Your guts began to twist in knots again and you knew you would cum soon. In a rush of bravery, you brought your legs up and attempted to wrap them around his waist. Immediately, your flesh began to burn, and you set them back down. “What did I tell you?” He sounded strained and he moved his second hand to your other hip. “Behave.”

“I can’t-“ you cut yourself off with a moan, his shaft scraping just right against your g-spot and causing your climax to begin again. He hissed and you felt his hair tickle your stomach as he leaned forward and his grip on your hips tightened. You hoped he’d leave bruises.

“Fuck,” he sounded depraved, and you bit your bottom lip hard. His hips continued to push into you. “Your walls are trying so hard to milk me, is that what you want? Hm? You want me to breed you?”

“Uhn,” you couldn’t help but nod vigorously. Your mind so warped with pleasure that you’d do anything he asked. “Oh, Madara,” you groaned and bucked your hips against his grip.

“You want to carry my bastard,” his voice thick with arousal. His large hands pulled you further down on the table and he put both of your legs up around his shoulders. “Everyone will know it’s mine. They’ll all see your rounded belly and know that it’s the seed of their god growing inside of you.”

The new angle was intense, he bore heavily down onto your cervix with every thrust. He pushed your legs forward, putting them up by your shoulders, almost folding you in half, and pushed into your womb. You screamed. It was too much, an intense mix of pain and pleasure that had your nerves confused. “Feel me reach the deepest parts of you,” he grunted. Madara grabbed your tied wrists and brought your hand down to your folded stomach. He made your hands press against your lower belly where you felt the outline of him inside of you. The extra pressure added more feeling and you whined. “I’m going to fill that pretty little womb of yours.”

His thrusts quickened, becoming bruising and focused. You kept your hand where he placed it and felt his bulge as it moved in and out of you. Your head moved back and through your lust filled haze you noticed that the edges of the blindfold had loosened. If you moved a bit more maybe it would come off? Madara moved one of his hands inward and began to stroke at your clit quickly. His pace becoming uneven as his breathing sped up. “You were fucking made for this,” he groaned out. “Made to take me, to be folded in half and fucked stupid.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried out and moved your head to the side. The silk slipped off of your eyes and you kept them closed as you tried to ignore the need to look at him. He felt so good, so brutal. Your clit throbbed and your core clenched for the fourth time. This was it, the most intense orgasm you’d have possibly ever. You wanted to look at him, to gaze upon his glorious face as you came undone. “Madara, please,” you began, your voice keening at the end. “Look at me.”

You opened your eyes just in time to see him look into yours. He was gorgeous, his dark hair wild and strung about him in a halo of black, his naked flesh flushed pink with exertion, his eyes so dark they looked like they would swallow you whole. His muscles rippled as he fucked you open, the lines under his eyes crinkling as his lips tightened in a smirk. Madara whispered your name and gave one more strong thrust before you squeezed your eyes tight in ecstasy. “Such a bad girl,” he taunted.

This orgasm was unlike any other before, your entire being felt tingly and a different kind of pressure built in your sex. When that pressure released a large burst of clear liquid gushed from you and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your legs shook, your walls trembled, and you barely heard Madara’s own grunt of release as he poured his molten semen into your womb. Your everything trembled and you felt like you might melt into the table below you. Your vision went from white to black and you felt your consciousness begin to fade.

“You may rest for now,” his voice sounded so distant in your mind. “We’ll resume shortly.”

When you woke next, you felt so disoriented. Your eyes were open, but everything was hazy, you felt like you were sitting on something hard but comfortable and you lifted your head to try and see where you were. “It took you long enough, pet,” came Madara’s silky voice from behind you. His chest pressed to your back and his arms pressed you further against him. “We still have three more nights of fun to get to.”

A/N: Again, this amazing art contribution was made by the one and only @skydaddy01 please go check them out and send them a huge thank you from me! Madara looks incredible, doesn't he? Uhg I can't stop looking at this art.

Part Two

Hashirama||Tobirama

Season 2

#mortyvongola2 fanfic #mortyvongola2 0 fic #madara uchiha smut #madara smut #naruto series #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #madara x y/n #madara x you #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #gods and mortals au #tribute to the gods au #mortyvongola2-0 sacrificed series

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kimjun · 2 years

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Anbu squad

ANBU ninjas are the elite squad of Konoha ninjas. They are the most skilled ninjas, they carry out the most dangerous missions, masters in murder, torture, illusion and stealth. The best jounins, the elite ninjas, are handpicked to be part of this association.

That's why when your boyfriend is surprised that you sweet and adorable "______" was part of the Anbu squad.

Naruto / Sasuke / Sai / Shikamaru / Madara

Naruto

He is very shocked, he always saw you as the sweetest and purest being on this earth, now he understands his exchange of looks with Sai, he was the leader of the squad you were part of.

Is he still in total denial, as the sweetest konoha being is an Anbu? It is better not to even tell Naruto how old you have joined the team. He's a little upset because he's your best friend and I didn't know you were so dangerous.

-You could have killed me while you slept at home, you are a wolf in sheep's clothing.- Naruto complains filling his mouth with lamen.

- Whether or not you are from Anbu, I could kill you Naruto.

-You are so affectionate.

Sasuke

Your boyfriend is upset, not with you, he is upset that he never found out before, he is amazed at you he always knew you were amazing, but he didn't think that you his sweet girlfriend who always asks him to open the pots or move heavy things was able to kill him or leave evidence of what happened.

For Sasuke you were a civilian living beautifully for Konoha.

-So it was just a scene that you can't open pots? - he asks looking at you.

-Yes, I saw that you liked that I was all fragile and needed your help always.- you shrug and reach out with a pot.- Open it for me baby?

Sasuke snorts opening the pot while you smile sweetly.

Sai

He's totally absurd with the news, he's part of Anbu and he didn't know that his girlfriend is in the anbus squad, he really sees how you are the best, he only found out that you are from anbu because you led a mission and you called him "baby" on purpose. He was all out of focus afterwards.

Are you the sight of everything that is sweet and adorable for Sai, as you are from the anbu? He knows what the missions are like and you're in the most dangerous squad inside the anbu.

-You've been looking at me without blinking for a long time.- you say taking the attention out of the book and looking at your boyfriend.

-I still can't absorb that you're from Anbu and I didn't know.

-Get over Sai, it's been two months since you already know.

Shikamaru

He kind of suspected, you're not a civilian and he saw you go on missions that weren't on the hokage agenda, so he is not surprised when you say you are part of the anbu squad.

-I already suspected.- he says closing his eyes lying on the grass.

- Aren't you upset?

-No, in reality I think it's very hot, now come and take a nap.

Madara

He feels betrayed, you are his wife, how did you hide this important fact for him? Madara sees you as a goddess almost an angel who does not kill ants and still cries if you accidentally step on the dog's paw. You are the most delicate being he knows.

How can you be from anbu? How did you not tell him before?

Now you need to put up with Uchiha's tantrum, he will pass you by ignoring you, turning your face away when you laugh. He's just a big baby who doesn't believe his angel is an angel of death.

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overload-explode · 10 months

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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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missuniversequeen · 1 year

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The ancestor 🌘

The bloodline 😈

The reincarnation ⚡

No I didn't do Sasuke dirty he has my soft spot I just love the pic so much ❤️

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vulpisnocturna · 9 months

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Link to NSFW prompt list

Warnings: dirty talk, afab reader, dom Madara

NSFW - Minors do not interact

16) reader is mad at Character, and is being very stubborn about it, ignoring them completely no matter what. Character has tried everything to make it up to them, and as a last resort, wraps their arms around reader and starts whispering dirty things to them in hopes of make up sex.

You huffed, pushing his hands away when he wrapped them around you from behind. He had promised he would take you out for dinner the night before, but he had forgotten because he had deemed training with Hashirama more important.

‘Leave me alone, Madara. Hugging me is not going to make me any less mad. You left me in front of the restaurant like an idiot’ you muttered, and he shifted behind you, awkwardly leaning back as though he was intent on thinking a way out of his current predicament. He’d tried it all, that you could admit: he’d cooked lunch, bought you flowers and offered to go on another date with you. But you always felt as though your relationship had a third party that you could not shake. Hashirama was always there to train or spar, and Madara dropped everything to do that. Sometimes, you wondered if the man loved Hashirama more than you.

‘I can make it up to you’ he said then, voice mellow and deep as he leaned back forward, stroking your hair. That was the voice he used when he wanted to be seductive. It should have been ridiculous, but it was hot. Anything was, truly, when it came to him. And it made you mad.

‘Sex doesn’t solve everything, Madara’ you said stubbornly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him, a hand splayed on your lower stomach.

‘I beg to differ, darling. I bet you would forgive me in a heartbeat if I spent enough time with my mouth between your legs’ he murmured against your ear, his breath fanning your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. But you were as stubborn as he was, and equally proud. You wouldn’t give up so easily just because of some dirty talk.

‘I doubt it’ you muttered.

‘Hmm. You know you cannot help the sounds you make when I curl my fingers inside you and lick your pretty little clit. All those whimpers and little gasps… you end up begging me to let you cum. You won’t need to beg this time, though. I will give you everything you need’ he continued, fingertips ghosting over your stiffening nipples, a low chuckle escaping him. You flushed, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you clamped your thighs together.

‘I just know you are already wet for me, aren’t you, little one? What if we just skipped it altogether and I lifted your skirt and fucked you right here, right now? I miss your pretty, wet cunt. I miss the way it clamps around my cock when you cum. I want you, and you want me, too’ he said, kissing your nape slowly, methodically, knowing you were about to give in to what he was saying. He was good. Too good, you thought, a quiet sigh escaping you as he licked the column of your throat.

‘Madara-‘

‘That’s it. Good girl. Let me make you feel good. Moan my name again, and I will fuck you until you can’t even speak anymore’ he whispered, his erection pressing against your ass. You couldn’t help but do as he said and roll your hips against his cock, sighing when he groaned and his hand slid under your skirt, cupping between your legs.

‘Mhh. Just as I thought. I can solve anything with this’ he said, starting to rub your clit. Maybe he could, you thought. Maybe sex with Madara really did solve everything.

#naruto #madara x y/n #madara x reader #madara smut #madara imagines #naruto smut

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pink-and-pearls · 1 year

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Would love to see Madara with a pregnant wife or newborn baby girl. I think he would be the most PROTECTIVE papa! Please and thank you!!!

I absolutely love this😭, this is so wholesome!💕 I really hope you'll like it!

Madara x pregnant wife! ( + him being a dad of a baby girl)

Description: Headcanon of how Madara would treat his pregnant wife and his newborn daughter.

A/N: English isn't my first language, please be indulgent with me. Enjoy!

(D/n = daughter name)

You and your dear husband, Madara, have been trying to become parents for a while now. You two were both devoted to one another and eager to indulge in parenthood. You remember feeling a little nauseous one morning but didn't give it much thought. When your loving spouse checked on you, he was grinning wildly. When you asked him, "Why are you smiling?" he gave you a kiss on the forehead and answered, "Nothing beautiful; I'll get a doctor to make sure you're alright."

The doctor came to check on you and once he had completed his procedures, he said: "Mrs. Uchiha...you are with child," as he turned to face you. Your eyes widened as you came to understand, tears of joy formed at the corner of your eyes. Soon after, you sprinted into your husband's arms and hugged him. He was unable to contain his happiness, spinning you around you both laughed, lovingly he looked at you before capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

Madara had taken extra steps to put you at ease ever since it was revealed that you were pregnant. He doesn't allow you to perform any chores or let anything upset you. He wants to ensure that you don't have any additional sources of stress, and he takes care of the majority of things. He even decided to hire more maids to make sure everything was taken care of. Your dear lover wants you to put yourself first and look after yourself since he knows that pregnancy isn't easy. Even though his profession is incredibly demanding, he tries to spend as much time as possible since he sincerely wants to be by your side during this journey.

The idea of being a parent and watching you, his beloved wife, become a mother, excites him greatly. You were kind, soft yet determined and strong-willed and he's not afraid to remind you that you'd be a great mother, saying things like "You'd be a wonderful mother, love," while he cuddled you. Each night, you'd spend hours and hours thinking about names and imagining what your baby would look like.

"I hope they're going to have beautiful soulful dark eyes and majestic hair just like their father," you said caressing Madara's face.

"And I hope they'll have a bright smile that enlightens every room just like their mother" he whispered before planting kisses on your belly.

Each morning, he whispers in his baritone voice words like, "Good morning, little one. I can't wait to hold you in my arms. You promise not to bother your mother too much? Hm?"

He has observed how your tummy slowly grew in size, how the hormones made you act particulary sensitive and how you had developed strange cravings, but he never once voiced any discontent. In fact, you barely finish a request and he's already on it. He wants you to live like a true queen and he will always treat you like one.

He's deeply enamoured with you, he can't even take his eyes off you. His heart starts racing every time he lays his eyes on you. To him, you are stunning, and the image of you carrying his child is simply mesmerizing.

He often thought about how dull he's life would be without you, and how lost and empty he'd feel, which is why even though it's complicated for him to voice his feelings and his adoration for you, he'd try just for you and you only...

The day your water broke, you were extremely panicked, but your husband was by your side. You were yelling and shouting his name from the immense pain, Madara gritted his teeth, he hated to see you in such pain. He hired the best medical professionals, he tried to maintain his composure during labor. He held your hand and kissed your forehead and whispered encouraging words: "Dear you can do it, I believe in you, I'm right here, love."

After several hours of pushing, you both received the good news that you were the parents of a healthy little baby girl.

"I'm so proud of you darling," he said before kissing you. They put your tiny newborn daughter in your arms, and you held her while you listened to her tiny cries, which soon ceased. You grinned, your daughter was so tiny and so beautiful. She's the product of a union between two passionate lover. You turned to face your husband, only to see his widened and curious eyes, "Honey, here, hold her," you said. He was a little concerned, she appeared fragile he feared that a man like him would be too brusque.

Madara gently held her in his arms as he stared at her with calm eyes "What a beautiful angel", he thought. He gazed at her intently, attempting to contain the emotions that were beginning to overwhelm him as he paid meticulous attention to each and every one of her features. He, Madara Uchiha, God of war, was finaly a father. He gave his newborn daughter a tender kiss on each cheek which made the baby smile a little at the warmth and snuggle up against him. His heart skipped a beat, immediately he felt a strong sense of protectiveness and he whispered in her ears, "I swear to protect you for the rest of my life, my little princess."

Madara is incredibly dedicated to making his daughter live a beautiful life. After all, he has always wanted kids to live a life free from conflicts and tensions and he doesn't want his daughter to live a childhood like his. He saw his daughter's birth as a second chance to accomplish his ultimate ambition, peace and her smile is definitely a prize he cherishes deeply reminding him that there was still hope.

Madara enjoys spoiling his daughter with his attention and treats her like a true princess. He also buys her the finest clothing, shoes, and even toys. He's very careful about who approaches his daughter, he let very few people to get close to her. Aware that people know about the birth his daughter and he absolutely despise the idea of anyone wanting to hurt her in anyway.

What's most important to him is that he genuinely wants to develop a bond with his kid; he wants the best for her and will support and encourage her. He wants to be present in her life and be there for her.

Although Madara is a very stern and strict man, as soon as he sees his daughter, he finds it impossible to maintain that demeanour. She radiates a angelic, soft atmosphere. He doesn't even notice how his smile appears around her.

In truth, Madara is a very loving and protective father and his paternal love is incomparable. You feel incredibly blessed by his unending devotion to his small family. You can already picture how exciting having a daughter is. You can't wait to witness how your wonderful husband, Madara, will be as a father throughout the years. You occasionally remind him of how appreciative you are of his protectiveness, but you also encourage him not to be overly protective since you want your daughter to live her life. You giggle as you imagine the day your daughter will start dating and how Madara will absolutely freak out; your life is truly beautiful and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

"After so much time alone, imprisoned in darkness...the sun is finally out, my dear y/n, my little d/n, I won't forgive myself if anything were to happen." he thought watching you sing to the little baby, putting her to sleep.

Madara knows deeply in himself that if there's anyone that truly loves him for who he is, it's you and his daughter.

"I wouldn't want this to ever strip away from me, no I can't lose this...

This warmth," eyes closed, he listened to you sing the last words of the lullaby.

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