Mod// Heyyy Guess What, I Actually Have A Request For Once!!!

Mod// Heyyy guess what, I actually have a request for once!!!

Could I get a Madara × Fem!Reader OneShot/Headcanon/Drabble?

I fell really hard for that bastard over the last couple days and probably broke a couple bones as I did.

I was thinking of something like his wife teasing and provoking him (because he's hot when he's angry) so that he can put her in her place. She'll be obedient again after that. (I swear the things I'll let this man do to me, I need holy water)

NSFW would be great, but doesn't have to be.

Hope you have a lovely day my dear!💜

[ 🌸 ] bby… I think I overdid this 😂🤙🏼

Characters: madara uchiha

genre: mentions of the fluff type… and then it gets hot

warnings: sex, squirting, spanking, you-know-what nicknames 🫣…, +18, v & p, positions, writer don't remember what more crap she wrote,

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minors go read something productive, thank you for your attention

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"Little brat"

You shuddered at feeling a spank on your butt before gasping from a particularly hard thrust into your sweet spot.

You couldn't move; Madara had tied your wrists with his belt, leaving you completely immobilized and at his mercy when you had pathetically tried to pull away from the overstimulating pleasure, soaking his palm in the process. Your knees were starting to feel numb.

A smile had appeared on your face initially when your plan to make your loving husband give in to your provocations had worked. Married life with your partner had left you smitten, but Madara had not wanted to stop being gentle with you.

Making love had felt like touching the sky the first time you decided to give yourself to him: the gentle and almost timid touches, the whispers of how much he loved you made, and had made your heart and chest feel warm before sending you into another orgasm.

You knew it; you already knew the reason: he didn't want to corrupt you. He didn't want to hurt you with his roughness or his touch. You could understand his concern, but after two years of the same slow and tender rhythm, you had quickly grown bored, leaving you wanting more.

You had heard of women who had provoked and teased their husbands to bring out their wilder side. At first, you refused to take that path, deciding to wait. Instead, you chose a more direct approach by selecting lingerie; you thought you had succeeded, but it was the same.

It didn’t matter the different types of bras that gave you that cleavage most girls would kill for or the different types of thongs that highlighted your hips and butt. The color or the foreplay didn’t matter, it wasn’t enough for Madara to take you the way you desired, and that’s when you decided to do the only thing left.

Teasing him was nothing new, you were always gentle, choosing humorous and almost sarcastic responses. But provoking him? That was new territory, especially doing it in front of other people. You didn’t know how to act, you just followed your instinct.

A pitiful moan escaped your lips when his thrusts concentrated on hitting your already sore and overstimulated G-spot. A thin trail of saliva escaped your lips, staining your chin. Your breasts moved with Madara's rough movements, your nipples still throbbing from the harsh treatment Madara had given them.

You felt another smack on your ass before feeling Madara’s soft but rough lips on your shoulder.

“Did you really think you would get away with it, darling?” he whispered mockingly in your ear before gently biting your earlobe, contrasting with his hard thrusts. You clenched your hands as you felt another orgasm approaching.

In an almost pitiful act, you begged, trying to articulate a comprehensible word between moans and gasps, “I… please… no more–”. You stopped when a scream tore through you as your pussy convulsed again, making your juices spill onto the already wrinkled sheets of the bed. You might have felt bad about staining the bed if it wasn’t already stained. Your pussy clenched again when his cock went deeper inside you, leaving you panting. You felt like you were going to split in two. Your orgasm felt so close when his cock hit that special spot again; you were going to explode at any moment.

You weren't going to last long; your head fell as you tried to babble again, “please… I don't think I can…” you tried to articulate as your eyes closed and opened, hesitant with pleasure.

An almost sinister laugh came from behind you, making you shiver. You didn't know if it was for pleasure or fear; Maybe it was both. A large hand left your hip to trail down your smooth stomach before moving down.

With a loud gasp, you tried to close your thighs in a pathetic attempt to push his hand away from him to try and avoid what was to come, but he was faster. His legs were placed over yours, crushing them, but not hurting them.

“Yes you can,” he murmured in an authoritative tone of voice after slapping your clit before massaging it roughly, quickly and carelessly.

You felt like you were in hell and in heaven, you were going to end soon. A blush crept up your chest and face as you imagined what the two of you would look like: Madara fucking you from behind, you on your knees and completely helpless, being held down by her belt while you pitifully begged him that you couldn't take it anymore.

Small tears came out of your eyes as you felt it again. You were going to finish very soon. A moan that felt like a scream escaped your lips when you felt it. A liquid escaped from you, staining his hand, which did not stop moving, onto your thighs and onto the already wet sheets beneath you. You had squirted.

The pleasure didn't let up for a single moment, leaving you trembling. Your orgasm seemed endless; Madara's hand didn't stop, leading you to the overstimulation door with force.

You screamed his name as you tried to get away from his hand, but it was impossible. A slap on your clit stopped you, “Brat, trying to get away from your punishment again?”

"You're so pretty, I wanted to take loving care of you, but because of your behavior I have to put you in your place," he growled as he bit and sucked on your neck. "But if this is not enough, I will have to teach you how to behave in the next few days, you spoiled little woman."

Internally, you regretted having provoked him so much, on the other hand, it would be difficult to walk for the next few days. But, if this was going to be your daily punishment, every time you decided to provoke him, you would gladly take it.

A shaky sigh left you as your eyes rolled towards the back of your head, a smile appearing on your already stained face. The next words that came out of you would send you to your doom, and you knew it, but honestly you didn't care, “You don't know– how much I love listening to... your empty threats”

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You are so over.

Damian smiled as you stroked the unruly locks on his head.

He knew the purpose of your touch wasn't to mess up his hair; that's why he didn't complain.

"Do you have everything?" you asked as you bent down to fix his uniform shirt. Today, he was going to school; the holidays had ended, marking the start of a new day at school.

Damian pretended to grimace, "You talk as if I were a little kid, sister."

Your small laugh made him undo his fake grimace, making him smile again.

"Well, it's better if you go, young man," you suggested before playfully pinching his nose, "you wouldn't want to be late like last time."

At your words, Damian huffed as a blush of embarrassment covered his slightly chubby cheeks, "That time was Dick's fault, not mine."

You hummed, “Whatever you say”.

"Sister!"

Your laughter was the last thing he heard as he ran off to where he knew Alfred was waiting to take him to school, feeling in his chest the strange and warm bubble of happiness that was becoming increasingly familiar.

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Damian woke up. The sunlight streaming through the windows warmed his cold face.

He slowly got up. His tired eyes scanned your room, which, despite the sunlight streaming through your window, still looked gloomy.

He missed you so much that sometimes he would enter your room to sleep. Your scent, which always comforted him, had disappeared a long time ago.

Last night, he had a nightmare, or rather a memory, of when he found your lifeless body, and with nowhere else to go, he went to your room, enveloped his body in your sheets, and pressed his face into one of your pillows, trying to capture your scent to calm himself.

But it was impossible.

And he cried, cried as silently as he could. Keeping silent was easy. A long time ago, when his mother punished him and the pain of the blows wouldn't leave him, he simply let the pain of the bruises flow silently.

He had gained practice in doing that, but he had lost it a little because of you. You had spoiled him by letting him cry so loudly around you when everything was too much for him.

Damian didn't want to get out of your bed; he wanted to stay here. But he knew that if he didn't go down, Alfred would come up to see how he was, and honestly, he didn't want to answer any of the old butler's questions.

He stroked your empty spot one last time, hoping for some reason it would feel warm, but instead, it felt eerily cold, just as cold as your corpse.

a small part of the chapter that was published today haha!

wanna read it? Sure! below are the links of the story 👇🏼

Quotev & Wattpad

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘴

[🌸] whaaaaat

warnings: sesshy wondering if his brother has to deal with the same thing;; sesshy and the reader know what the other is thinking :0

characters: sesshomaru;; some character mentions

genre: fluff

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-okwy this was funny lmao

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Your arrival in the feudal era was greeted by Sesshomaru.

He was standing outside the well, probably waiting patiently for you, unsure of how much time he pass waiting for you.

You hoped he hadn't done so since you left three days ago, but now, as you watched him resting against the tree a bit away from the group, you began to think he did.

You felt bad thinking that Sesshomaru probably hadn't eaten or drunk anything while waiting for you outside the well.

You knew of his tendencies to follow you, mostly driven by concern for your well-being. You swore that if he could, he wouldn't hesitate to cross the well to follow you to the modern era.

You smiled with amusement imagining Sesshomaru trying to fight against the buildings. He probably would think they were demons with strange armors.

You stifled a laugh when another image appeared in your mind, thinking of Sesshomaru's reaction upon seeing a car.

The feeling of being watched didn't take long to arrive. You turned slowly, still with some amusement in your eyes.

Sesshomaru's golden eyes merged with the rich color of yours. One of his thin eyebrows raised with disguised curiosity, clearly asking you something like, "What do you find amusing?"

You simply smiled with feigned guilt as Sesshomaru closed his eyes again, apparently understanding that he would probably never understand a bit of what you were saying. What you didn't know was that Sesshomaru now felt a bit of compassion for his younger brother... surely Inuyasha also didn't understand sometimes the woman from your era who accompanied him.

You directed your gentle gaze to Rin, whom you were gently tucking in to sleep. The poor girl sometimes woke up because of the nightmares, but you hoped the chocolate milk you gave her before bed today would help her sleep.

With a small smile you turned to see Jaken who had fallen asleep, he still had in his hands the empty box of strawberry milk that you gave him and he grabbed it saying: “I'm going to take it but it offends me a lot.”

You shook your head as you took the box away to throw it in the trash. Even though Jaken shouted that he didn't like strawberry milk, you knew he had become addicted to that stuff.

Now that you think about it, Sesshomaru has never eaten or drunk anything from your time. You wondered if it would be a bad idea to give him something.

A smile rose to your lips as an idea appeared in your mind. You stood up from your spot heading to your bag, to tell the truth you have hungry too.

The gentle smell of instant soup that emanated from the cups when you poured hot water made a sigh of satisfaction escape your lips. You couldn't wait for them to be ready.

You patiently counted the minutes as you turned off the electric stove that ran on those cheap batteries you bought at the store near your house. You thanked the gods for bringing the stove; Kagome was right, the machine is a savior.

You tested the contents of the two soups to see if they were ready to eat. And a contented sigh escaped your lips when you saw that they were indeed ready.

You stood up with both soups in your two hands while trying to keep the chopsticks on top of the cup.

You prayed that the chopsticks wouldn't fall, and luckily for you Sesshomaru wasn't far away.

His eyes open without any hurry as you sit next to him. You feel a little bad; he was probably falling asleep when you arrived.

You saw the exact moment when his eyes shone with disguised curiosity when you placed the soup near him.

An exchange of glances was all you needed to know that he was waiting for an explanation.

"It's soup," you said.

Sesshomaru stared at you for a moment before speaking, "I, Lord Sesshomaru, don’t eat human food."

You hummed absentmindedly, not really paying attention; perhaps you were getting too used to that phrase.

"Well, it's delicious; it would be terrible if you didn't try it at least once in your life."

"And what will you do if I don't like it?"

You pretended to think, although you were actually enjoying your soup, "you can throw it at Jaken...", you replied without thinking.

Sesshomaru remained silent for a moment before taking the soup. You watched expectantly as he brought the chopsticks to his mouth, but really, can you blame yourself? You were curious to know if Sesshomaru would like instant soup.

You stayed watching his expression without knowing if his expression meant he liked it or not; he looked unreadable.

You closed your eyes for a moment, and when you opened them again, Sesshomaru was handing you the empty cup of soup.

"It was fine."

It was fine?

Is he congratulating you?

Did he like it?

A smile blossomed on your face when you saw a glint of satisfaction in Sesshomaru's eyes, but it disappeared as soon as it emerged.

He had indeed enjoyed the soup a lot; you took the cup feeling the gentle bubble of happiness in your chest.

Sesshomaru, clearly sensing your satisfaction, turned to look at you with an expression that you couldn't even classify as annoyance.

"Don't tell anyone about this."

Haha, there he goes, asking you not to tell anyone that he make something he is not used to—

"Tomorrow, i want to taste another of your soups”

You sweated as you nodded and mumbled a "yes"; you just hoped you had packed enough instant soups.

Random Itachi HCs that give me life:

Coffee maniac - would rather chug down espressos on espressos than ever touch alcohol. However, recently he discovered that Matcha exists and he's become that aesthetic Matcha-loving dude. Still, when he wants to enjoy things, he would make himself a disgustingly sweetened frappe and sip it while thinking about 'things'.

He loves to think> but sometimes he gets exhausted because of the constant strain of thoughts enveloping his head so he discovers meditation. Itachi's mind is always a series of, "okay, now what?" ever since he was a kid because he wants his achievements to define him. (Typical achievement validation whore this dude is)

Probably has an inkling of rings and bracelets, which he wears when he's not wearing his Akatsuki robe. He hates it when his nails are not painted so, he sits and paints them every other day to make sure nothing's chipped TwT my cutie <3

He has engraved his Akatsuki ring like a locket that opens, and there is a tiny, tiny photograph of his family. Whenever there are sad Itachi hours, he just smiles and looks at them adoringly.

He remembers Sasuke's birthdays and has cut Sasuke's birthday cake like an old sap all by himself. Sasuke's dinosaur is the only thing that is sitting in front of him when he wishes his little brother a very happy birthday. Secretly wishes he could become stronger sooner so Itachi could at least, see him in person again.

Itachi knows he's beautiful, missions require traveling and sometimes due to Kisame's abnormal appearances; Itachi had to turn on his manipulative boy-charm switch to let them both stay in the inns late at night. Kisame hated it and has resolved to pay extra instead XDD whenever that happens.

Itachi cuts his own hair, I think sometimes he wishes to cut them as short as Shisui's hair and maybe has done so, his hair grew back in 2 years max because Uchiha genes= nice hair anyway. That was his own way of saying goodbye to Shisui.

Itachi and nightmares, several times he dreams of the Uchiha massacre not happening, and Fugaku understanding and letting things go. He wakes up and wipes that stray tear from his eyes more often than he wishes.

Itachi has touched himself out of the sheer curiosity of how it feels. I am pretty sure he was le virgin for a long time ;) while he did enjoy how it felt, the overbearing feelings of responsibility and looming things one after another don't let him indulge in self-pleasure.

Itachi has read icha-icha because he wanted to understand Jiraiya. Bad choice. Did he finish every volume though? Yes

When you run out of fics to read

My baby my baby my baby grew up so well :,)