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Madara and you were relaxing together. He had an arm wrapped around waist and was holding you close to him. He had his face in your neck, softly pecking it here and there. It was a soft moment between you two. A time to show how much you guys love each other.
He then slowly started sucking on your neck, making marks. You groan softly under your breath. You lean your head to the side to give him more access to your neck.
You knew that tonight was going to be wonderful. Every time you and Madara made love Madara always made sure to make you feel good. He always worshiped you like a goddess. No matter how much you wanted to worship him he made sure to worship you first before he was worship.
He then slowly traveled up your neck to your lips. Once he gots to your lips he then pecks your lips softly.
“Perfect” He mutters before kissing you deeply. You kiss back to him, smiling softly.
These times were special between you two. Telling each other how beautiful you both were and praise each other.
You then felt him pick you up, not moving away from the kiss, and put you on his lap. He puts his hands on your hips while he holds you in place. He then pulls away from the kiss and starts kissing down. He then took off your shirt.
He then looks at your chest and smirks a little.
“So Beautiful” He mutters and kisses your chest. He then takes off your bra and kisses in the area between your breasts. He then plays with your breasts while he does this. He loved the feeling of you shivering under his touch.
He then pecks your breasts softly before taking it into his mouth. He does this for a bit before switching with the other one. He then pulls away and slowly kisses down. He then lays you down on the couch. He then takes off your pants and underwear.
He then put his face in between your thighs.
“I could do this to you all day.” He says and slowly starts eating you out. You groan and put your hands into his hair.
He always loved eating you out. He loved the way you tasted on his tongue and how you always try to close your legs.
He ate you out for a while. After your third orgasm. He had finally pulled away from your thighs. He looked at you and pecked you softly, letting you taste yourself. While you guys were kissing he slowly took off his pants, underwear, and shirts. He then positions himself between your waist.
“You ready, love?” He asked and looked at you. You nod your head. He then slowly puts himself into you.
Once he was fully into you he then waited for you to adjust before you gave him a nod. He then starts moving in you. He pecks your skin while he slowly moves into you.
After a few minutes he knew that it was okay for him to move faster. He then slowly starts thrusting into you faster. He then slowly moved faster and faster. Groaning under his breath.
“You feel so nice. So lovely.” He mutters into your ear. You groan while he continued to move.
This went on for a while. You both had come two times. You both were getting cleaned up. Madara had helped you into a bath. He had helped bath you. He knows he has tired you out. He would softly kiss your shoulders here and there.
Once he finished cleaning you both up he then dried you and put clothes on the both of you before carrying you to the bed. Once he gets there he then lays you down and holds you close and pecks your head.
“You're so perfect, love” He says softly before falling asleep with you.
Madara Headcanon
CW: NSFW. Pregnancy, period sex, anal sex
I love Madara headcanons, fanfics, scenarios, smut, meta analyses, fanart, and everything else to do with Madara. Been binging content the past months, but haven’t seen much on certain topics –likely because most people aren’t as degenerate as me? So I decided to write my own headcanons about Madara and an S/O who’s interested in pregnancy sex, period sex, and anal sex! Hope you enjoy.
Pregnancy sex
Madara is a traditional man at heart and can be a bit of a prude. While most sexual interests don’t bother him, the moment there’s potential for truly hurting a loved one, he’ll clam up. Pregnancy sex is where he’d think “Who does that?” in the most judgmental old man way possible. So Daddy Madara would need much convincing to participate.
In my mind, Madara would only father a child with a woman whom he already cares about greatly. He loves his woman and unborn child, is overprotective to hell and it would KILL him if he hurt his love and/or baby in any way. It doesn’t matter how pent up or needy he/she is, he’d push her off and tell her to behave. He’s soft with his pregnant partner (I’d like to think she’d also be his wife), so he wouldn’t tease her as much as he usually does when she gets this way. He’d distract her with (PG) activities she enjoys, take care of her, cooking her favourite meals and catering to her strange food cravings, massage her feet… which are fine wholesome activities, but not what she NEEDS!
Eventually the baby mama snaps at the poor Madara, who’s trying to do his best for his small family. She shows him evidence from literature and has permission from the doctor, informing him that it’s medically SAFE to have sex since theirs is a low-risk pregnancy. STILL, Daddy Maddy refuses her, citing his brute strength and the unacceptable possibility of hurting her or their baby. He’s also angry at this point, so the household would turn tense for a while with these two stubborn mules running it.
Madara may be frustrated (in more ways than one), but he’s unable to stay angry with his S/O forever. Her unhappiness distresses him and he slowly softens up again with her. He’s gone over the medical evidence that it’s okay to do the deed during the period when they were at odds with each other. Logically, he now knows it’s safe to do in their situation, but it still makes him uncomfortable. However, Madara ultimately wants whatever makes the S/O happy, as long as she (and baby) are safe.
The first time they have pregnancy sex is so beautiful. It’s been a long time for both of them. Madara would be so tender, ensuring he doesn’t put his weight on her, keeps his grasp gentle, and is fully in tune with how she is feeling. Though he’s feeling needy too, his queen’s needs are always placed before his own. He makes sure she knows they can stop at any time and that she’ll tell him if anything he’s doing is too much. It’d be like getting to know one another all over again.
When it later becomes clear the baby isn’t going to “fall out” and nothing bad passes, Madara would wonder why they didn’t do this earlier.
(They are responsible parents and stop having sex weeks before the due date)
Period Sex
Doesn’t bother Madara much at all. Blood? What’s the problem? At first he didn’t like the sight of blood leaving his S/O’s body, but he knows it’s a biological function and she’s not in pain nor injured. In fact, the orgasms he pulls from her body relaxes her and eases her symptoms, so he comes to enjoy it too. The blood getting all over the place isn’t cause for too much concern for Madara, who believes they can get most of it off without their house ending up looking like a murder scene. What they can’t adequately clean off, Madara will get replaced, whether it’s linens or even furniture. Madara just isn’t bothered by those sorts of things. The S/O however, is a bit more sensible and prefers the bloody murder sex on her heaviest days in the shower.
I can even see Madara and S/O taking a bath together while she’s on her period, the heat easing her cramps and mood more, bloody bath water be damned.
Anal Sex- also fem S/O here
So I don’t actually think Madara is a total prude. I think Madara would be open to anal sex if the S/O is interested. It wouldn’t be his first choice, but it’d be a nice bit of variety to change things up occasionally. He still prefers the pussy, since he has a breeding kink after all.
Madara would be generous with the prep and lube, the king of patience taking his time to loosen up the rear to accommodate his girth. Agonizingly slowly, he slips it in, inch by inch, until his hips are seated against hers. Her jaws drop. “It’s HUGE!” Madara laughs, telling her she’s had it before. Despite feeling the stretch and the sensation of being stuffed FULL, there was no real pain. He stays in place for as long as needed for her to get accustomed to the foreign sensation.
Madara picks up the pace over time. The view of her back exposed to him, completely vulnerable and trusting, her TIGHT HEAT surrounding his length, the notion that their activity is taboo… the moment has him undone. Madara wants to rut. He pounds the S/O with her ass up into the mattress to the music of her delighted screams.
His baritone gets even lower while he chuckles, “Is this what you wanted? To be on your hands and knees taking it like a dog? Such a naughty girl. Heh. NOW you’re embarrassed?” He taunts her and keeps his thrusts deep, stroking her back until she turns her head to peer up at her man, eyes unfocused yet filled with trust and devotion. Without even knowing it, Madara had his Sharingan activated, immortalizing this moment in his memory forever as he pushes in deep and fills her with his essence, determined to claim ALL of his lover.
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Wow that turned out much longer than I anticipated, but I couldn’t stop. My first real post and still trying to figure out this platform works. Hope you enjoyed my word vomit!
A Love Letter to the King
Now on AO3!
I’ve been so distracted lately, mind filled with indecent thoughts of the Uchiha patriarch. Needed to get this out and hopefully alleviate my perpetually flooded basement. I present you with my many dirty snippets of fantasy strung together to form a little smutty fiction. This is an attempt to worship Madara in the bedroom.
Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Very descriptive smut, oral sex, kage bunshin no jutsu, group sex, anal sex, double penetration, light bondage, breeding, Madara is a dom, he loves his fem!reader, no abuse or non-consent. My first smut.
Be prepared. Steamy one-shot under the cut. 3070 words
As the last rays of sun filtered through the sheer curtains of your bedroom and died, you twirled your tongue around the silken skin covering Madara’s crown, slipping your tongue under his foreskin and back down again, tickling his sensitive frenulum. Your hands were busy peeling the skin on your man’s cock back and forth, up and down, repeatedly, massaging him, milking him. You inhaled his musky, male scent deeply, humming happily as you took more length down your throat until it hit the back. Taking a huge breath, you swallowed your gag, eyes watering when your nose finally met a soft bed of dark pubes. Steely shaft lodged down your throat, you proudly peeked up at Madara’s handsome visage.
Holy shit. Madara thought, desperately fighting every instinct to grab the back of your head and start fucking. No, he won’t hurt you. Calm down calm down calm down.
You gagged twice as Madara’s rock hard length kicked excitedly in your throat, tears spilling down your cheeks as you found a hand on your jaw that held you back. “Don’t force yourself,” Madara panted. “Are you sure you don’t want a safe word? Hn I will give you one anyways. It’ll be-”
“Hehe I don’t need one. I’m with you after all. I trust you more than anyone. What’s the worst that could happen?” You grinned up at the Uchiha cheekily before going back down, swallowing him whole and moaning. Madara groaned at the electric vibrations shooting through his cock. You sweet summer child.
You took your time worshipping your man with your face buried in his crotch, lapping at the large twin orbs and perineum below, tapping the jewels lightly when the hands gently stroking your face and weaving through your hair tightened. Sucking harder on the inside of his thigh to leave your mark, your hands greedily explored your lover –his sculpted abs, arms and chest thick with muscle, you grabbed his hard ass. You smirked to yourself as you saw Madara’s nuts draw upwards throughout your ministrations.
“Enough.” He grasped your upper arm to walk you away from the window to the bed, to your disagreement. “I’m not done with you yet!” You growled, mustering up your strength to try and wrestle him back into position to slurp up his delicious penis again. Madara’s eyes narrowed despite his amusement at your display, an elegant brow lifting. Plucking you off your feet by the hips, he threw you over a shoulder before striding to the bed and tossing you in. You squawked in indignance, but by then, he was already looming over you, silky tresses forming a curtain framing both your faces. Tonight is not for patience, Madara decided, sinking two fingers into your dripping folds.
“So wet already. Did you think you could stop me?”
You gasped. No matter how many times he took you, you still felt the initial stretch whenever he prepared you for penetration. But it stretched so good. You pushed back against his fingers and held his wrist, fingering yourself through his hand and moaning like a slut as he added a third finger.
“Mmm no. I like this position too. I think I’m getting exactly what I wanted,” you quipped, knowing that trying to boss Madara around would get a reaction out of him.
In response, Madara dipped down and lapped at your slick entrance, thumb applying hard pressure and dragging slowly against your clit. He inhaled and held his breath, savoring the sweet fragrance of your nectar.
“We will see.”
Suddenly the hand and warmth disappeared, only to be replaced by the smooth tip of his shaft, its foreskin fully retracted, completely erect. Madara shoved and hilted himself all at once, your breath leaving you as he immediately started a punishing pace. You were mesmerized by the sight of him rutting above you and the view of the connection point where two became one. You distantly wondered how something so large even fit.
Wrapping your legs around Madara’s waist, you mewled and gyrated upwards to meet his hips, hands hungry to find purchase wherever they could on his body.
“No.” Madara stilled.
Coming back down to Earth, your legs shook, but you obeyed him.
“Good girl.” You gulped at his expression now, dark amusement crinkling the edges of his obsidian eyes as he smiled at you. As he built up a tantalizing rhythm once more, you bravely pondered if you should try and fuck him back again.
Rational thought disappeared as an orgasm washed over you, your walls collapsing and convulsing around your partner, a string of unintelligible words leaving your mouth. You held onto your beloved to ground yourself, needing more –MORE– contact, wrapping your legs around his hips as your hands weaved into his mane.
Madara leered at you in satisfaction as you come undone before him –your back arched and throat exposed. “If you don’t stop squirming, I’ll pull out and leave you like this.” His hand reached for your neck and palmed it. No pressure applied, just him tracing up and down your throat as he grinned at you evilly.
What?! You were incredulous. How could he be so cruel when you were like this? Your jaws dropping and livid while still riding the waves of your release, you wanted nothing more than to slap that smug look off Madara’s stupid face.
“Or perhaps you’d like me to hold you down instead?”
You wanted to scream, but knew Madara would tease you more, so not knowing what else to say or do in this moment with your brain fried, you started crying instead. Witnessing your helpless display, his expression gentled. He was never able to deny you for THAT long. No matter, he could keep this going all night.
Madara bent down and put his weight on you as he grabbed both sides of your rump and pounded you into the mattress, balls slapping against your puckered orifice. To your relief, the new position allowed you to cling to your man as much as you needed. You sighed in contentment, revering his weight squishing you into the mattress, your pussy open and enjoying the onslaught, neither of you noticing the alarming squeals of your bed.
You finally looked at him again, only to find crimson staring hotly back at you, his eyelids peeled back impossibly wide as Madara hungrily drank you in. Were his pupils dilated? That was not a look you've seen before in a Sharingan. You stared back, captivated by his deadly form and unhinged expression. “He’s so beautiful” you thought. “Beautiful and dangerous,” you corrected yourself. But he was entirely yours. You whimpered, brain short-circuiting again as your nerves frayed and skin fried under his scorching treatment. You were simultaneously intimidated and intensely aroused for this man right now, the conflicting emotions boiling over to another orgasm.
Madara grunted and pushed in one last time before spilling his seed inside you. He kissed you hungrily, tongue dominating your mouth as you gave everything to him. The two of you rode your release, Madara slowly rocking against you while coming down from the pleasure, still sheathed within your cock sleeve. He hugged you closely to his chest and caressed the back of your head.
“You okay?” He asked.
You nuzzled against him, face pressed into his chest. “Couldn’t be better.” Your mind buzzed, the experience feeling like you got hit in the head by a meteor or two.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, but somewhere along the way, Madara pulled out to lay beside you and continued cradling you like the treasure you were. You smiled to yourself, feeling his length still swollen. You detached yourself from his embrace to expose your ongoing heat as well.
“Madara……please…stop teasing me. Put it back in…” You wailed with your legs split and reached down to spread your vertical lips and show him your drooling pussy. “Please…please…I’m yours, have me.” You were now desperate and not above begging aloud. You needed to be filled up and fucked. You offered yourself again, as if you were paying homage to a god.
How did you go from being terrified of this wonderful man when you first met to this? This wanton, needy mess begging for more of Uchiha Madara’s cock?
“What a view,” Madara breathed out, proud of the sloppy mess he made between your legs. When you got like this, you usually brought out all his soft edges. But not tonight, when he already gave in to your pleading earlier. He had an idea.
“Of course,” he murmured. And like that, the dance continued.
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As you were licking Madara clean of his cum, you relaxed into his gentle petting, ready to pass out in bliss. You gave him a silly smile.
Another set of hands brushed against your thighs, making your eyes snap open. A familiar voice started from yet another direction. “You thought I was finished?” You could only stare in horror as you looked around and discovered four additional pairs of eyes gazing darkly back at you in mirth.
“Ah –ah. Oh God.” No sassy comment came to mind. You were speechless.
“It’s just me, Y/N.” A Madara stepped up to your side to fondle and pinch your breasts. “Five-to-one. It’s the perfect ratio for playing games, don’t you think?”
Your mind melted from too many sets of hands groping you. There was the hand cupping your breast. A mouth on your other breast suckling the nipple. Another set of greedy hands kneaded your ass and seized your hips. A tongue slowly traced its way up your neck, leaving light butterfly kisses at your earlobes. Several fingers were buried in your sopping cunt, pumping.
“Did I already die and go to heaven?”
“I wouldn’t be there with you, love.”
You frowned at his reply as you distantly heard Madara mutter the name of some jutsu, then found your hands restrained. “Eeeeeepp!!!” You squeaked, eyes wide as you realized this time there was nothing you can hold onto as you faced five Madaras.
You were placed on your hands and knees. A hand wandered to your rear end and you felt a cold liquid applied as you were getting spit-roasted by two Madaras. A finger brushed your clit continuously. Feeling overwhelmed and helpless, you pushed back on the organ in your vagina. A finger dipped into your ass and you tensed, but you couldn’t look backwards, not when your mouth was so full and your head held in place.
The Madara in your mouth pulled out from your mouth to tilt your head up at him. He searched your face and eyes, unraveling his sensory abilities, carefully feeling for any hint you didn’t wish for what was to come. He found in you a blazing arousal, yes, but beyond that, utter trust and love. The part of his heart he thought he previously taught to close off ached. Before you, Madara didn’t know his broken heart would be capable of such intense love again after Izuna departed long ago. It made Madara once again feel a devotion that could drive him to insanity. He silently vowed to do better by you this time and protect you forever.
Nimble fingers traced around your rosebud, the touch feather light, as the digit already inside rotated back and forth, twisting, prodding. He beckoned for you to open for him. You were growing weak, unable to prop yourself up any longer without the support of your arms. A Madara chuckled and held you up with one hand on your chest, while an additional digit joining the unyielding one in your butt. You clenched and unclenched, relishing the stretching in your bottom even if you already felt stuffed.
The Madara inside your snatch grunted from your flexing pelvic muscles, the rhythmic contractions milked his member and pushed him over the edge. He withdrew and yet another Madara took his place, this one starting a hard, rapid tempo at once. You abruptly found yourself straddling him, breasts bouncing in his face while Madara #4 (5? You have no idea) positioned himself behind you, head bumping against your anus and pushing steadily.
You drew deep breaths and bore down, attempting to open your hole to ease the entry. Feeling needy, you whined and kissed the Madara under you, the one pummeling your cervix. You licked and nipped at his lower lip, rubbing your forehead against his as tears prickled your vision. The man in your ass bottomed out at last, pausing to give you a chance to adjust to his invasion.
A different Madara came up to your face to offer you his dick and you eagerly sucked it up to pacify yourself. You made an incomprehensible sound as you went into sensory overload from getting stuffed airtight, clenching hard at each of the organs penetrating you. The ass Madara picked up his pace, pulling himself out almost entirely before plunging back where he belonged.
“You feel delectable,” Madara remarked.
And you are divine, you thought back.
You swayed like a rag doll at the mercy of a relentless deity, rocking from being hammered from each angle, loving every moment of it. Your low calls echoed through the room, when a loud CRACK snapped you out of your stupor, gravity causing you to lose balance. Your scream was muffled by a Madara’s tool filling your gullet as you fell backwards.
As expected, none of these shinobi missed a beat. As the vertigo passed, you were suspended in the air by the same two Madara who were in your pelvis, safe from the wreck that was your bed as they continued to bang you from the front and back while standing. A strong set of hands clutched your butt possessively, another set of hands pressed into your hips to hold you up against them. Your legs waved lewdly in the air. Two rods pistoned tirelessly into your molten core, churning butter, what was deposited prior dripping onto the floor, the squelching of fluids obscene.
You eyed the ruins of your furniture and sigh, “Now I need a new bed.”
“Then come sleep in mine.”
Your eyes opened in surprise and you glanced at a Madara off to your side who was running hands down the length of the underside of your leg, carefully brushing the sweaty skin.
“Am I supposed to make the long walk to your house at the end of each day?” You replied weakly, leaning back on your lover and resigning yourself to sleeping on your mattress or couch until you arranged for a new bed frame.
“I’m serious. Come live with me.”
“Hn, I could always come pick you up.” A sharp thrust smacked your backside.
The Madara at your side turned. “She was not addressing you.” He glared viciously at himself. You snickered because of course Madara would argue with himself. But living with him…your tired mind wandered at the suggestion.
Ass Madara glared back at his maker and finished behind you, the original dismissing him in a cloud of smoke. You flailed briefly at the loss in support before he appeared at your rear and slid in easily. Madara groaned lowly as the pleasure his clone experienced rocked his world again. He whispered kind words of affection to you.
“You are mine,” he stated matter-of-factly. This one must be the original.
A translucent blanket of blue enveloped your world, several Susano’o ribs formed to possessively surround you and the remaining clones.
“I will always protect you.”
Within what was supposed to be the most sinister chakra, sandwiched between two Madaras while two more watched or caressed you, there was nowhere safer than in this tempestuous storm god’s embrace. There was nowhere you’d rather be.
“Yes. Yes to everything,” you answered him.
The jutsu restraining your arms vanished at once and you rejoiced in your new freedom. At last you can hold Madara back! You needed to touch him right now. You relaxed, legs entwining around clone Madara’s waist as you turned as much as you could to touch the real one’s face, fingers brushing over his eyebrows. You ran your other hand through his luscious raven strands to lock your fingertips around his nape and kissed him deeply, rolling your hips in a vain attempt to take even more of him.
Red eyes observed your every action, memorizing each minute change in expression with startling clarity.
“Madara, MADARA!“ You chanted his name like a prayer. You peered around at the Madara copies that appeared just as fiercely determined to protect as the original. Your breath hitched in panic. “Please don’t have your clones use Susano’o too! I understand your point!” You exclaimed, extremely worried your other belongings in the small apartment would break from Madara’s flexing.
You suddenly found your situation so ridiculous. Here you were with a broken bed after a long night of carnal activity, still getting railed by multiple copies of the same man inside the protection of his Susano’o. Your love for the only Uchiha Madara washed over you and you sobbed his name as a final orgasm wracked its way through your exhausted body.
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“Spread yourself for me.” Huh? Your legs were already split wide open. Was he trying to break your hips? Possibly, but –oh.
“You are mine, no?” You flushed more, if it was even possible, as you caught on. You wordlessly submitted, tilting your hips to provide a better view, your legs spreading unbelievably wider. Then, parting your inner folds with one hand and pulling your rump apart with the other, you displayed your two open, dripping holes swollen from overuse.
Uchiha Madara studied your salacious exhibit, crimson irises meticulously scanning you from face to rear, eyes stopping at the oozing fluids saturating your nether regions.
"You are stunning," he observed.
He stroked himself before pushing inside once more, the inexplicable urge to claim you coming over him. Hot essence seared your insides and you collapsed like a limp bag of bones, dazed.
The gleaming moonlight illuminated your spent, naked forms tangled in each other. Two souls were one, everything was perfect. Madara wouldn’t trade this for anything.
“I love you,” you whispered.
I love you more, Madara thought, gazing softly at you, lacing his fingers through yours.
You smiled warmly at him. You knew you didn’t need a safe word.
~End~
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Umm that got out of hand. This was supposed to be a short smut fic ending after the first round and Madara’s clones popping up so I can laugh at us when we realize how much trouble we’re in. Instead I wrote out the group sex scene. *Face palm*
I headcanon that Madara is a very physical being and isn’t overly talkative during sex, preferring to show his feelings through actions, whether it’s touch or even the way he looks at you. While I believe he’s most vulnerable and most likely to engage in heart-to-heart post-coitus, he’s too overwhelmed by raw emotion at the end of my scene to articulate coherent thought, which was why he doesn’t verbally reply to you. Whatever he says though, he means 100% and he already called you "love" earlier.
Hope you enjoyed this work of love as much I did writing it.
Didn't want to insert a "big balls" joke in the story. Here's a Tengai Shinsei gif to remind us of the actual size of Madara's glorious nuts
Gods are not Meant to be Bound
Art posted with permission from the incredibly talented @lesyarei7. Thank you for making my mind run! 💖
Distracted and horny for Madara again. Pure Madara x Fem!Reader smut inspired by the image above.
He was the one who was bound, but it felt as if you were the prey. You were the one trapped with him.
Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Light bondage, brat taming, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, creampie, mentions of blood and violence (This is fiction. Seriously, don’t have sex with multiple strangers’ blood all over you). Madara is a dom, he loves his Reader. No abuse or degradation.
Words:2801 On AO3
"I will have you again." Madara's whisper tickled your ears and shot to your crotch as he hungrily grabbed your hips and pulled you to him. He rolled against you in promise of what's to come. Your pussy clenched. ALREADY?! You were still sore from earlier. Your mind screamed in horrified excitement. You loved when he got ravenous for you, but my goodness, this man could be insatiable.
He kneaded your fleshy ass with both hands and groaned, deft digits on one hand coming back around to rub against the fabric of your panties. Velvet lips meeting yours, he suckled lightly at your mouth before entering immediately to claim what was his. Your tongues fought briefly until he dominated, pushing yours aside in his exploration. He ate each of your moans. By the time you finally broke apart, you were breathless from his ministrations.
“You weren’t supposed to be here.” Madara stared at you, his disapproval as clear as if it were still day.
“I had to come back to help with the cleanup. You did such a thorough job earlier,” you replied in frustration. Blood still remained all over the walls, even if the bodies were now removed. You knew Madara would follow you back here.
“How foolish to return. It seems you haven’t learned anything today.”
“Today I learned you’ll always appear in dramatic fashion to make a complete mess of things!” You rolled your eyes.
Madara stepped even closer and you raised your arm between you in feeble defence. He was still petting your crotch in tight circles through your underwear, a damp spot having already blossomed. “To protect you. What do you think would have happened if I hadn’t come? If must make another mess—”
His face was close. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he devoured you with his gaze.
“—I’ll just have to teach you again.” He pressed hard against your crotch, fingers slipping under the thin moist cloth and tracing around your nub. Your legs tensed, but you looked up at him in defiance.
“I like learning.” Especially when the lessons were with Madara. You could tell he was extremely angry with you despite his arousal.
“Hn you won’t forget this time. I shall make a mess of you."
You shuddered, kissing him again to make your man shut up and running your hands down his waist and across defined abs. Such a deliciously strong body. You could feel his strength radiating and filling the space as you pressed against him. Still his hand rubbed your clit while the other took greedy handfuls from your hip and butt. A finger delved inside to test your depths.
You felt your blood sizzle under his gaze. It was like he saw through you. You cracked. Everything was suddenly too much –the way he consumed you with his eyes, the way he touched you, the sinful words that fell from his mouth. You shoved him back to his surprise. "Too much! Y-you can't talk to me like t-that, and look at me like that, and touch me like that all at the same time!" You looked up at him with wide eyes, panting and flushed.
“I thought class was in session.” Madara came back to you with mirth tilting his lips up.
“I’m not the one who needs a lesson! You should be taught about use of excessive force!”
“Still such a mouth on you. There are better uses for your mouth Y/N.”
Challenge accepted.
Irritation building to a high, you pressed against his chest, nudging him in a backwards dance until his back touched the wall. You held up one of his arms and carefully bound his wrist to a handcuff you'd placed there previously.
Madara was curious. Your placement of the restraints was so slow he could have broken out easily, or even stopped you from applying them to begin with, but he complied for now. He enjoyed when you got feisty. You applied the cuff to his other wrist and stepped back to look at your handiwork while Madara likewise studied you.
Unhappy with the way you always felt naked even while fully clothed with Madara, you yanked up his shirt and left it behind his neck. It was your turn to ogle him. His skin was porcelain, chest thick with muscle, and his biceps solid. You ran your hands up his arms and squeezed those big biceps, giggling when he flexed for you. They were much too large for your hands to close around and you hummed in appreciation. Small scars littered Madara’s body, evidence of the difficult life he led. Dried blood that had seeped through his shirt still caked his shoulders and upper arms from the fight this morning. Your eyes trailed over perfectly sculpted abs, tracking a dusting of black hair under his navel that crept down and disappeared under dark purple trousers. You reached out to touch him again, tracing slender fingers over the tattoo on his left pec that curled around to his side. A tiger. How fitting. Madara was absolutely the ferocious and elegant beast who knew he was the biggest cat around.
Madara leered down at you imperiously. "Like what you see?" Carved in the likeness of a god, his presence really did occupy the entire area. It was stifling.
You flushed. He was the one who was bound, but it felt as if you were the prey.
You growled at him, annoyed at how he gets you flustered so easily. You brought out a blindfold and slipped it over Madara's obsidian eyes so he couldn't keep doing what he does with his gaze. Madara chuckled darkly. He couldn't be more amused with your attempts to contain him.
Time for you to get to work. You cupped him through his pants, tracing the long outline bulging through. It was already firm to touch. You pressed harder against him, the heat from your hand transferring through the pants and warming Madara’s cock. It was so girthy. Your mouth watered and you decided you played enough. It was time for dinner anyways.
You tugged down the trousers, but was a bit too late. Distracted by your own arousal, you didn’t react in time to dodge the heavy weapon that sprang out and slapped you in the face, leaving a trail of moisture on your cheek.
Precum!
“Seems like someone else is needy tonight.” You snickered at him. Madara was beautiful, with his arms bound, blindfolded, his hard shaft hanging out dripping pre. So stoic, but his other head betrayed his need. You were so hungry for him too.
Flicking your tongue out to test his flavour, you moaned. Delicious. You flickered repeatedly at his shiny, sensitive glans before digging into the slit. You rubbed yourself under your skirt with one hand, the other coming up to grasp Madara.
You massaged his cock while you nursed on him for some time, until you pulled his skin over the crown and tugged at it with your lips, slipping a thumb under his foreskin to tickle his head. You dragged his skin back to retract it all the way before bringing the hood up again. Mmm this is nature’s most fun toy. Taking a breath to prepare yourself, you relaxed your throat to take Madara all the way until you gagged.
Not there yet. You looked up at Madara through watery eyes. His lips were in a taut thin line, his body tense, keeping his composure by taking long, even breaths. If you could see him completely, you knew his brows would be furrowed as he watched you intently.
In truth, Madara’s shaft didn’t taste much. If you had to describe it, it would be a fleshy flavour. It was a thick, steel rod with a slightly musky scent covered in silken skin. The texture drove you nuts. Your nose touched his soft bed of pubes and you tried to inhale Madara again like an addict, only to be reminded you couldn’t breathe properly with him down your throat.
You wriggled the tip of your tongue against the spot where his dick ended and balls began, making Madara hiss. Pleased with yourself, your stretched your tongue as far as it could to lick at the uppermost part of his sack while your fingertips on the other hand drummed lightly on the orbs. Dragging your tongue to the underside of the shaft, you groaned again as you shoved three fingers up your empty hole. The soreness was forgotten for the time being, only the most satisfying stretch registering in your depraved mind.
Your gags and soft moans reverberated through Madara’s cock. “If you’re this hungry, you should come take it and sate yourself.” Finally finishing your feast, you squeezed this sturdy thigh and stood as you remembered you too needed to breathe.
Wiping the back of your mouth, you crept back up while inhaling his virile male scent, leaving small kisses along his belly and chest and teasing his nipples. You licked his collarbone and gave him a peck when you arrived back at his lips.
“No one was asking for your opinion, love. I should have brought a gag for you,” you quipped.
Madara laughed, thoroughly enjoying how this night was playing out. You turned to face your rear towards Madara. Lining yourself up, you mounted him, hot shaft entering inch by agonizing inch. You groaned, your king was so THICK, the stretch monstrous against your abused walls. You wondered if despite your wet walls weeping for his cock you'd be able to walk later.
Madara activated his Sharingan. It wasn't perfect through the blindfold, but the combination of his Sensing and bloodline let him 'see' you more than adequately.
At last, the heavy scrotum full of potent seed met your inner lips' hug. You flexed and relaxed your muscles to massage your lover's member, loving the sensation of fullness. Heat built in your core the longer you stayed seated.
Breathing deeply, you started the rhythmic dance, rolling back against his shaft slowly. His smooth head gently bumped against your cervix, making you sigh in satisfaction. You went at a steady pace you enjoyed, humming and tilting your hips to gain a better angle within your honey pot.
As he observed you, Madara could feel his sack steadily drawing up. What a sight, having you take your pleasure from him while he was ‘restrained,’ your skirt thrown up over your back and panties pushed to the side as you moved against him. He bucked hard into you, almost toppling you over with the intensity of his thrust, and you squawked, wishing you had something to hold onto. You put your hands on your knees to steady yourself against Madara’s sudden wild rutting against your cervix, your snatch throbbing in spite of her natural lubrication.
"Ah- ah -AH!" You cried, "MADARA, PLEASE not so hard! Softly!"
Madara murmured, "What’s wrong Y/N? Can't handle me?" Once you got him started, Madara would fuck you anywhere, even out here. “Silly woman. Did you forget I still have use of my legs?” And his hips too. He shoved forcefully to remind you.
"Shut your mouth!" You gasped, gritting your teeth. Did he forget what he did to you only this morning?! "This is all your fault!"
“I remember of course. You did well earlier. Hn, you brought it upon yourself, but I shall make it up to you." He slowed his frenzied thrusting to a gentle roll of his hips, until he decided he made the rules. Your frantic mind registered metallic creaking and a SNAP. Madara had casually broken the bonds and wrested off the cuffs. He palmed your breasts, groping them, then pulled you up to him by the tits. He tilted your chin to face him, lightly running his soft lips against your cheek.
Only this morning, Madara punished your pussy severely. For recklessly putting yourself at risk, he said. You eyed the scenery around you. The bodies were gone, but the blood of those enemies still painted the walls behind metal bars. There had been at least 20 enemy shinobi. You were holding them off well enough and trying to escape, when suddenly the surroundings exploded and you found everyone dead. Basically everything was destroyed in the vicinity except you. Madara. He brought you back to the compound and spent the morning reaffirming that you were in fact alive and safe there with him. And teaching you a lesson.
“Kitten, you thought you could hold me?" He cooed gleefully at you. No you didn't. In fact, you didn't think the measly handcuffs would have contained even the most mediocre of shinobi without restraining seals, let alone a legend like Madara. But you had wanted to hold him back somehow. The cuffs were kind of meant to be Just an Innocent Joke! It seemed you ended up exciting him more. Oh no. The ‘danger’ was here with him.
He crowded you as you attempted to back away in alarm. The thought of needing to run crossed your mind as Madara stalked you with a hidden predatory gleam in his eyes until you hit the wall yourself. Madara towered over you. You were the one trapped with him. You quivered in anticipation.
Madara pressed you to the wall, reaching below your waistline to rip off your panties and take a whiff of the crotch. Hn such a silly piece of clothing. He shoved your ruined underwear in his pocket.
He scented your hair and kissed your forehead. Then rubbing his cheek against yours, he picked you up by the back of your thighs and sat you on his cock. He effortlessly bounced you on him, wet hips slapping as he held and fucked you leisurely against the wall.
“I told you before I would take care of you,” he whispered while licking at your exposed neck. Madara was exceptionally hard. You flexed your inner muscles to feel him better and whimpered.
Something about this animalistic coupling got to you too. Here you were, grounded by nothing except Madara holding you against him while he shoved himself into you. You clung to his shoulders and waist, your juices sliding down his cock. You could hear the crude squelching loudly in this space that used to be an alley. You were delirious with need, loving the crazed snarl plastered on Madara's face as you gave yourself to him and he struggled to control himself. His pace quickened as he watched you possessively from behind the blindfold. Your head lolled back. You held him tightly around the nape and clutched his hair.
"Harder!" You keened.
Madara continued to stand there, tirelessly bobbing you up and down. Your weight was negligible to him. It was his turn to take his pleasure from your body as though he were using his sex doll.
"Softer, harder, which is it? Do you want me?" What a tease.
Blushing furiously, you screamed, "Ahhh! Please harder! More!"
"Try again. I know you can be more polite than that." He pulled out until just the tip remained inside.
You clenched your eyes and begged, "Please take me hard Madara. Please give me more of you."
Madara’s hips smashed against yours and he growled, burying your back into the wall repeatedly. You moaned and sobbed and begged for more as you held on for dear life. The experience became overwhelming and you creamed yourself on his cock. Madara fully planned on ravishing you completely. He pounded you until he went rigid and flooded you with cum, rocking you against him as he devoured your lips again. You removed the blindfold and cupped his face in your hands, kissing him back while he spent himself. He looked much more relaxed now, his features were younger and almost boyish. You loved this man and everything he was.
Crimson irises studied you lazily in return. You nipped him on the nose and he chortled heartily. Feeling safe and content in his embrace, you went limp and welcomed Madara's tenderness after the rough ride. It was time to go back for dinner. He carried you home to the washroom and started running the bath as you huddled against him, his warm batter leaking down your thighs the entire time.
It didn't matter how many times Madara took you. Even if your brain told you it was enough, or when your body reminded you of its exhaustion, you wanted to be with your lover. For Madara, you would always bend over to receive him. For Madara, you would always spread your legs again. It was where it was safest and where you were meant to be. Your eyes were heavy after the chaos of the day. Settling against your love, you fell asleep.
~End~
I'm a sucker for a loving Madara
OR SO YOU THOUGHT
Madara x reader
WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, 18+, ansgty emotional sex, parts of canon
a/n: a lot of authors and their works inspired this fic and im listing all of them here. make sure you check them out:
'Fragments' by @persephones-darkness'
Demons' by @kuramakakashi
'First heartbreak' by @thelovehashira143
'Map to hope' by @madarasthicc
Song- 'Again' by Noah Cyrus and xxxtentacion
Armor.
Headband.
Anxious hands hurried to discard clothes.
Gripping, tugging flesh and hair, desperate for each other. No words were said as urgency took the reins, leading both of you to your bed, holding onto each other anyway possible- sheer adrenaline and raw emotions drowning question and reason; his hands cupping and pinching the swell of your breasts, you arched into his touch dangerously.
There's nothing left for me here anymore.
The words he said minutes prior rang in your ears. Silence hung heavy in the air before the atmosphere crackled and you were on each other. You kissed him harder and with more fervour, trying to push away those thoughts. He reciprocated- his chafed hands picked you up before hurling you on the mattress, the sickly sweet moonlight blanching your supple naked body.
Madara wasted no moment in pouncing over you, his slacks thrown into the recesses of your room- a room bearing testimony to many such erotic nights, but not quite like this...no, not the same way, never the same way, The fear, agony, desperation intermingled with such irrepressible need for each other, twisted to mad, selfish hunger.
Hickeys that cracked your skin and drew blood in an attempt to mark you forever bloomed on your bosom. Madara stood up, rethinking his choices and decisions, doubt, pain and something akin to love lined his face- a deadly expression that could have made you crumble had you looked at it for a few seconds more. You pulled him back to you, back to where he belonged, or so you thought. He surrendered to your touch in total abandonment as you got on top of him, straddling his waist, his eyes dead and distant. So, you attached your lips to his again, hoping to reach the pits of his heart that had dark tar swirling in its depths. He seemingly came back to you as his hands found refuge on the softs of your thighs as he helped you ease himself into you. Throwing your head back, you let out a broken whimper of his name, prompting him to thrust all the way in while holding you down. His hands guide you to a rhythm as you hunch over his laid out frame, closing any distance, his hands knotted into your tresses, pulling harshly.
"Y/n...I can't..."
You hardly heard him with his staff splitting you in half, neither could you care any less- your peaks reaching a ceremonious high, breaths ragged, sweat beading on your back.
"God, I love you Y/n..." he rasped as his pace faltered.
"Tell me again."
"What?"
"Tell me that you love me again Madara!"
You scream-cried while sitting up to look directly at him, your eyes piercing his soul.
"I...love you...FUCK Y/n".
Again.
And again.
And again.
Madara chanted those words while drilling himself into you and ending in a explosive release that left you both shaking.
You rested your spent body over his and touched foreheads, sobbing from the mind-breaking high and also, hoping that this was enough for him to stay, that you were enough for him to stay.
.
.
.
Golden morning hues rolled in making you realize you'd fallen asleep. A smile tugged at your corners as memories of hot, writhing bodies and Madara's confessions of love eased into your mind.
"Good morning Mada-"
You turned around to search for his doting eyes but were met with a cold empty bed and a scratched headband-his headband- placed in front of a picture of when he kissed you for the first time.
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Twin Flames- SFW Chapter Five (End)
“I was on that blasted site to find you…You are exactly who I’ve been searching for all these years. And there is nothing in this lifetime that keeps us apart.”
Warnings: romance, drama, conflict resolution, lots of dialogue
For readers who don’t do smut/are underage, the long sex scene can be skipped and the ending will make sense. Words: 4569
It was well over a month before you saw each other again. At first, Madara assumed both you and him needed time to decompress after the last encounter. Madara knew your shift schedule, which you previously provided to facilitate the planning of outings. You also mentioned another wave of school hitting. After weeks of radio silence from you, he figured you likely were very busy lately, but if your lack of contact was your playing of games with him, he wasn't engaging.
So he left for the conference in Japan for several weeks. The trip went well, all things considered.
His mood was foul for much of these last weeks, even while conducting business. The idiot Hashirama thought it was appropriate to venture a joking guess, asking if his ‘gloomy face’ was perhaps the result of the plague of romantic woes. The other brother, shrewd and opinionated, thankfully stayed quiet. Madara swore he would have stabbed Tobirama in the head if he was forced to endure prodding from another nosy Senju.
This was until Izuna decided he could comment on Madara’s life as well when they returned from Japan. Madara snapped back, rudely informing his little brother there was no issue, that his personal affairs were none of Izuna’s concern. The boorish boy dared to jeer at him, emphatically remarking that he should “just go see you again,” as if he made no attempts to contact you before the conference.
Staring daggers at nothing, he thought back on how you tried to return his keys that doomed night when he brought you home from your penthouse. As if he, Uchiha Madara, would take back an item he had gifted another. Your tears had finally ceased and you were disturbingly calm. When he wouldn’t accept repossessing the keys and attempted to reason with you again, your expression broke. You told him “money doesn’t solve everything.” Falling apart once more, you bid him goodbye while stuttering and left those keys on the passenger seat before easing the door shut behind you.
Stubborn woman. Similar to Izuna, there were times when you were childish in temperament. He already showed you who you were to him, yet you didn’t understand and left. Between you and him, someone had to be the adult.
Madara strode across his office, feeling thunderous as he recalled the memories he made with you. It seemed his thoughts were completely occupied by you lately. He thought back on your fingers tangled in his that treasured day when you searched together for Izuna’s gift, how you beamed at him in delight at your house, and your shocked expression during your first kiss with him. He remembered your juvenile jokes, the first time you approached him for a kiss and how you came to relax into his touch.
He relived your tears and self-deprecating words, how you shrank from him when he confronted you, and the way you offered yourself to him, as if that must have been all he wanted from you, before you walked out. Madara glowered bitterly as his mood darkened even further.
Despite everything that happened, time was the master of the heart. Even if he was surly during the initial days following that party and while abroad, after so long, Madara…missed you. He did not want to be apart any longer. Wishing for reconciliation and to bridge the distance that grew between you, he texted, asking if now was a good time to call. To his surprise, you agreed to speak with him.
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You let the remaining seconds on the timer run out before absentmindedly fishing the udon from the broth. Ladling toppings into a bowl and spooning soup in, you poured piping hot liquid onto your other hand. You yelped in agony, hands flying up in shock and accidentally dumping more scalding soup over yourself and the stove.
You ground your teeth together and shouted in frustration. Mentally pushed beyond the limits, you whipped the damned ladle away, sending it crashing into a vase and knocking it over, fine crystal shattering in a flood of water and shards. Your fresh roses spilled onto the dining table. Roses for romance, now laying in a pool of broken glass. You snorted, the symbolism not lost on you.
Everything was a mess. Your home, your mind, your life. You were incredibly despondent these past weeks despite being swamped, consumed with writing several essays for your program. It was stupid BS. Did you really need to be in a Master’s program in anything to know it’s beneficial to be respectful when talking to someone? Okay, you were exaggerating if you said that was all your program was about, but there was so much fluff in comparison to the amount of material that was useful towards your future role as a Clinical Nurse Specialist or Nurse Practitioner.
You were also pushed to distraction by thoughts of a certain man. It was nearly impossible to focus. You cursed your stupidity for ever getting involved with him.
Your phone pinged, the cheerful sound grossly at odds with your turbulent mood.
It was him. He inquired if it was a suitable time to call now, informing again of how much he wished to hear from you.
Ready to turn that page in the final chapter involving him, you had been prepared to never see Madara again, convinced nothing can come out of staying associated except the promise of more pain.
…Clearly you also missed Madara dearly over the past weeks. It was as if the sun disappeared from your life and all that remained was a bleak landscape of dreariness, devoid of warmth and vibrancy. Longing compelled you to speak with him, to hear his lovely voice again.
Your ringtone sounded immediately.
“Hello? Madara?”
“Y/N?” You jolted at his voice from a single word, the part of your heart that was numb throbbing in pain.
“…How have you been, Madara?”
“Hn. I’ve experienced better days in my life. Y/N, you sound exhausted.” Madara’s voice was flat like he was also lacking sleep, yet it sounded as if he was holding back. Like he had much he wanted to tell you.
“Yeah, I had a bad shift today.”
“I thought you didn’t work today.”
“It wasn’t originally on the schedule I gave you, but I picked up. I needed the extra shift.”
Madara was quiet for a moment. Were you financially stressed? He frowned on his end, then spoke up. “I would like to see you again.” He had no desire to throw your relationship away. It must be mended, somehow.
He wanted to barrel back into your life again?! Just when you regained some measure of functionality by throwing yourself into school and work, drowning yourself in your professional life to prevent your personal demons an opportunity to revisit your thoughts, you hear from Madara again. For several weeks, you hadn’t been ready to see him before he went to Japan. By now, you were almost certain he must have gone on his trip and moved on as well.
Besides, what was there to say? After the fiasco that first and last time Madara brought you to a major event, you weren’t even sure how to face him anymore.
“Not tonight Madara. It was a disaster at work and I’m not emotionally sound right now. I don’t want to have another meltdown in front of you,” you told him and laughed in an attempt to make light of the conversation.
Madara wanted to tell you he did not mind if you broke down, that he was there to support you in times of weakness. He held his tongue, figuring that what not what you needed to hear and pushing harder at this time would only serve to drive you away again.
“How about another day? One when you are free and well-rested,” he suggested.
Part of you wanted to refuse him, but after all the care and kindness Madara showed you, how could you do that to this man? If nothing else, you both at least deserved closure.
“One chance, Y/N. Give me one more chance,” he continued. “Please.”
You were weak. With a lump in your throat, you found you couldn’t refuse your love’s heartfelt request.
“Give me a few more days to rest and unwind, then we can meet here.”
You ate your dinner udon in silence amongst the chaotic pile of broken dreams, surrounded by shattered glass, forgotten rose stems, and spilled tears.
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Madara arrived at your house at your invitation, pausing outside to mentally rehearse what he wanted to tell you. He was determined to resolve your differences and reenter each other’s lives.
You opened the door for him. His frustration with the situation was ever-present, but his previous vexation at your actions dissolved upon laying eyes on you for the first time in so long. There you were, dressed comfortably in your pajamas, tiny in comparison to his size. You looked slightly tired and your eyes were mildly swollen, but your gaze was focused on him.
Your mind went blank the moment you heard the knock. Greeting him softly, you blinked at the large plant in his hand. It was a pot of phalaenopsis, or a moth orchid, the most common type of commercial orchid available because it can be tricked into flowering year-round. It was nothing special or exotic compared to your collection, but the gift Madara bore was white. White orchids were a symbol of sincerity. Madara was normally meticulous, but you wondered if he knew that or if the colour was merely a fluke. Your breath hitched when you caught a glimpse at the bundle in his other arm.
It was a dramatic bouquet filled with tulips, lilies of the valley, peonies, and carnations… all flowers of apology. Tulips were perennials that flowered year after year and represented new beginnings and peace, but these tulips were also in red to emphasize it was safe for you to trust Madara. White peonies represented shame for how he acted and a desire to right wrongs, and carnations not in pink, but red, expressed an aching heart and unyielding affection. There was a cut stem of giant cymbidium orchids within the bundle. Cymbidiums could mean many nice things, one of those being pure love.
This was no fluke. You stared at the bouquet to ensure you weren’t seeing things or getting your floral trivia incorrect. Madara was indeed expressing his great regret and a sincere desire to mend wrongs in a nonverbal way which was more natural to him. You swayed when you raised your shocked eyes to meet his. His expression was simultaneously grave, yet hopeful.
You invited Madara inside and closed the door behind him.
He stood by the entrance, not doing anything to remove his dress shoes or jacket. Instead, he watched you, waiting solemnly for you to take his offerings.
It was already late March and spring was quickly approaching, the biting chill of winter not nearly as harsh as the last time you met. Will this be a mistake? New beginnings. With a shaky breath, you accepted the white potted orchid and bouquet from Madara. The plant enthusiast in you wordlessly filled a spare vase with water and arranged the gorgeous bouquet. Once properly organized, it puffed up in a pretty display of red and white –delicate, bell-like lilies surrounded large fluffy flowers, the arrangement dotted with elegant tulips and a strip of pinkish-orange cymbidiums down the middle. Your chest clenched when you contemplated the deep meaning behind its beauty. What Madara wanted to tell you.
Madara continued to stand near the door as he silently observed you tread around your home. “Why are you apologizing so excessively?” You asked, gesturing at the array of quality blooms. “You are not at fault for anything.”
Madara hesitated, aware the minutes ahead will bring him to a position that will make him too vulnerable for comfort. He frowned. Your disposition was too polite, too formal with him. You wouldn’t even look at him. Neither did you truly invite him inside and offer him refreshments like the model hostess you were the last time he came over. It was like you were expecting him to state what he needed and leave.
He resented your aloofness and his part in bringing about this change in your demeanor around him. When it came to his emotions and those softer feelings you evoked, speaking candidly was difficult for Madara. He did not relish exposing himself, but this was a conversation that needed to happen. And if it would help you understand just how much you meant to him…
Madara had thought of what to say over the last two days, but upon seeing you, it was like his preparations vanished into nothingness. Not wanting you to ask him to leave, he needed to find his words again quickly.
“That is not true. There are many assertions I delivered poorly. I should never have been harsh to you, even if the sentiment was honest and that part I will not retract.” It was so like Madara to be painfully blunt even when he was trying to express remorse, it was almost comedic.
“Which part was that?” You asked wearily. Your heart seized, not ready to bear Madara’s gut-wrenching judgment again, but also knowing you and him needed to speak, that avoidance was no longer an option. You glanced again at Madara’s bouquet.
“That your sense of inferiority was unbecoming. I should never have spoken to you in such a way. For that, and the other words when I drove you home, I apologize. I…didn’t want to cause you pain. However, I maintain that that feeling of yours is misplaced and unnecessary. I would not have pursued if I thought you inadequate. We are equals if we are to be together.” He fixed you with a level stare which you returned with uncertainty.
You mulled over his words, remembering your realization at the end of the last confrontation with Madara at his penthouse, before he pulled you into his arms and let you weep. Madara wanted you for you.
You allowed Madara inside, bringing him to be seated at the same couch where he first realized the depth of his feelings for you. You awkwardly pulled out a chair from the adjacent dining table, but didn’t venture closer.
“Don’t you see we are from completely different worlds? Worlds that were never meant to collide if it wasn’t for the stupid dating site. What future is there for us? We aren’t meant to be together.”
Clenching his fists, Madara’s face stayed serene. He sighed, running a hand through his mane.
“Initially, it was Izuna’s bright idea to join that website on my behalf, but I only agreed to such an obscene plan because I saw you. There was no other woman I desired seeing. It was a coincidence that our paths crossed again after so many years, so even if I found the concept of that site distasteful, if there was the possibility to properly court you, I would utilize such a platform.” Madara paused, noting his tension and consciously ordering his hands to open.
“I was on that blasted site to find you. Our relationship was never of the sort suggested by the dating site that brought us back together.” He gritted out. He stood and came over, hand reaching for your face, the need to touch you again driving him to insanity. To his relief, you allowed his touch and made no attempts to stop him.
“Whatever future you desire, we can create together. I want to be with you,” he continued.
Madara stalled briefly, then kneeled before you and took your hands in his, the determination in his eyes unwavering.
“I am not a man of pretty silver-tongued words. You should know that.” Your eyes started to water as you acknowledged Madara’s statement. “Months ago, you said you liked me. Does that still hold true?” He asked.
A relationship took effort from both ends. You remembered every sweet moment you created together and the way Madara always tried for you. You recalled his fierce defence of you from that other woman. And his terrible words in the car as he drove you home, but also how he endeavored to make contact again to work things out while you fled.
You blinked at him to try stopping the tears that threatened to fall, trembling in his hands. Knowing he appreciated honesty, you replied, “Of course. I never stopped.”
Madara let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His expression completely transformed and a brilliant smile lit up his face. Looking at your hands, he stroked your palms. “Y/N, I will tell you this once: you are exactly who I’ve been searching for all these years. And there is nothing in this lifetime that keeps us apart.” He lifted his gaze back to yours, his face now closer. “I promise I will always take care of you, if you'll let me. You will want for nothing,” he vowed.
“I…trust you…” you rasped, still trying to wrap your head around how someone like Madara would want to be with a regular person like you.
Madara’s entire being rocked with your confession. How he needed to hear those words. “I won’t let you down.”
“Why are you so good to me?”
There was no need for Madara to reply. The answer was in his eyes. You knew. You must have known some time ago that he loved you. You merely didn’t know how to respond to the intensity of his devotion.
“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for ignoring you all this time even when you tried to make amends before going on your trip,” you whispered.
He leaned in with his head angled up to press his lips to yours.
“Move in with me, Y/N. I'm serious. I was serious from the beginning. Share your life with me."
You made a pained noise and reached for him, hands entwining behind his neck to bring him closer. Your foreheads touched. You too will try harder with Madara. For him, you’ll be better than you are. Instead of giving up now, you will give yourselves another chance to speak each other’s language and understand one another.
“I like bouquets, but next time, don’t buy me cut orchids. Cutting their flowers is a travesty knowing how long it takes to nurture and grow them.” You sniffed, but smiled against his lips.
“Your wish is my command.” He glanced at your collection of exotic plants and tried to entice you with your hobby. “If you enjoy greenery this much, you can plant whatever you like if you move into my main residence with me and Izuna. We can have a lawn full of cherry blossom trees and build a greenhouse, hire gardeners to assist you. Whatever you want.”
“Madara? That might be the most attractive thing you said to me all day.”
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“Stay the night?” Now that Madara was here, you didn’t want him to leave, as if you were afraid you would have to wait another lifetime to see him again.
Madara agreed readily, raising a sophisticated brow when you suggested he take your bedroom while you slept on the sofa bed in the other bedroom. “Just trying to be a good hostess,” you explained, grinning bashfully.
“I would feel your hospitality more deeply if my hostess didn’t disappear,” he teased. You giggled, grabbing his hand and leading him to your room, as relieved as Madara that your relationship remained intact. That not everything was lost and you both fell back into your prior dynamic without the strain with relative ease.
He settled next to you and pulled the sheets up. At first, you lay side by side with some distance remaining between you. Screw it. You missed Madara and he missed you. That much was clear after tonight.
You shimmied up to him and he wrapped an arm around your waist. Bringing his lips to yours, he nipped and prodded, entering your mouth as soon as access was granted.
You were breathless when you separated. “I missed you. I miss this,” you murmured against his ear sleepily.
“Hn,” he grunted in agreement.
Already back to his silent ways. You smiled broadly in the dark.
“Um…are you sweating?”
“Go to sleep,” came the gruff answer.
There was no ignoring the growing damp cold. Realization dawned on you –Madara was always warm. He must be broiling under your linens. Your mouth fell open. “D-do you normally sleep naked? If you’re hot, you…can take off your clothes if you want.” Your wording sounded horrible! Cringing in dismay, you thought about what else you could do for him.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“There’s no sense in having you suffer this way. You’ll make me a bad hostess.” He was much too conscientious. And in your mind, Madara was already adequately hot. No need to cause him to melt.
Fabric rustled and you felt a breeze touch your face as Madara discarded his clothing somewhere in your room before he returned to you.
His length pushed into your stomach. You knew Madara possessed an athletic muscular build, but being pressed against his bare body was an experience that made you heat up with desire and embarrassment. It wasn’t unpleasant at all.
The interesting, but welcome, turn of events leading to this moment tonight made Madara smile warmly and hold you closer.
Madara’s self-control was unworldly. You basked silently in each other’s presence, secure in the knowledge you still belonged to one another. Slowly, you relaxed into his embrace, your mind slipping into the realm of dreams. There was no funny business to be had tonight.
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Madara invited you to his main house on a day Izuna was not in residence. He had plans for you today; plans he didn’t need his overzealous brother around for.
Gaping in wonder, you turned in a circle. Every new perspective granted ornate wonders. If you thought the ballroom and Madara’s penthouse were extravagant, this manor went well beyond what those venues offered. It was modern in style, but possessed an old world charm that was difficult to describe. Coffered ceilings dropped down to meet carved pillars and paneled walls. Antique Japanese wooden furniture and furs sat on luxury stone or hardwood floors. The choices were tasteful and nothing was overdone.
Madara brought you around the mansion for a tour. After multiple sitting rooms, waiting rooms, offices, guest rooms, saunas, and pools, your head spun as you were led down yet another corridor. Servants who came across you and Madara bowed in deference.
“I am going to get lost here,” you whined. Your entire condo was smaller than one of his closets.
“You will find your way around quickly, I’m sure.” You were sure you would as well if you didn’t want to be the subject of so many curious glances.
Madara made sure you were treated like a queen. You spent the rest of the day with him, curled against him on a velvet sofa while watching an assortment of movies in the home theater and gorging yourself on meals that must have been prepared by a Michelin star chef in the dining room. You washed and soaked in a scented bath that was fit for a goddess. You played foosball together, but of course he didn’t let you win easily.
The door shut and locked behind Madara. You knew why he brought you to his bedroom tonight. You felt nervous, but you too wanted to see this through. This was a long time coming.
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“I love you Madara.”
He looked upon you lovingly, glad to finally be together. It must have been the potency of his love for you that had him undone.
He fixed you with his piercing gaze. “I love you more,” he confessed.
The sun crested the horizon in your life again.
You were enchanted by the intensity of his expression. Madara was fire. His body was warm as always, his love and grace living things that kept the fire bright.
Madara was like the burning sun that lit up the skies and illuminated the world. But for you, he was more akin to a warming fire than a searing bonfire. You did have another home.
Home was wherever Madara was.
Instead of cutting your story together short, you couldn’t wait to turn that page to continue onto the next chapter of your life with him.
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Dance music sounded deafeningly as lights blared in the salsa bar. You were on another date with Madara, but this one was special. Izuna and Jasna joined you and Madara in this group date. When you mentioned you had never been to a salsa bar and Jasna also expressed her interest, Madara suggested she come along. Izuna invited himself. He was a natural, a social setting being Izuna’s innate habitat and Jasna was already at ease conversing with him. You both cackled and mocked Izuna for something he said before sashaying to the dance floor.
Izuna and Madara shared a look as they watched you and your friend dance with abandon, guffawing like hyenas while singing along to the song. The curve of your eyebrows furrowed at a comment Jasna made, then your cheeks pulled up and dimpled as you laughed at your own joke.
*“When marimba rhythms start to play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more”
“Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance, you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me”
Your rhythm was correct, even if your steps were wrong for the kinds of dance this song demanded. You and Jasna made up for it with childish enthusiasm. You twirled each other and Jasna dipped you down to the beat. You were so silly, so dazzling. Madara laughed in earnest with Izuna, your light blinding in the darkness of the room.
“Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have that magic technique When we sway, I go weak”
“I can hear the sounds of violins Long before it begins Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now”
There was no one else he wanted to spend his life with. He would do anything it took to keep you happy. Madara sauntered up to you, the crowd parting before him. Your eyes met. The power behind his stare was like he had you hypnotized with his gaze, but that was of course impossible. Your heart filled with warmth at the sight of him. Others may not see him for who he truly was, but for you, loving Madara was as natural as breathing.
His next words would forever etch themselves into your soul.
"Dance with me."
~End~
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Notes:
I am incredibly proud of myself for finishing this story! First fanfic I’ve written in well over a decade! I hope you found the ending believable and satisfactory. The premise of this story was simple from the beginning. One theme I wanted to highlight in this story was good relationships where the partners do not communicate their love the same way and the difficulties that can arise. When you were with Madara, whether that was cooking for him and lavishing him with attention, or spending quality time together, that was when he felt your affection most. Whereas for her, those things were important, but she was indeed feeling inferior with this man who was larger than life. She also needed the words to confirm Madara’s feelings at a time when she was ready for the conversation. As we know, Madara is more a man of action than words, until he is pushed to speak his deepest thoughts.
While there are many unhealthy relationships with glaring red flags that should be promptly cut off and discarded, I sincerely believe there are many people too willing to hastily throw away what they have before even attempting to fix what’s there. Getting into a relationship isn’t the destination, but only the beginning. Maintaining the relationship is the difficult journey requiring hard work from both sides and an ongoing process. “Journey before Destination,” my friends.
Yes Madara can be so petty (and a STUBBORN hypocrite) until his heart told him he couldn’t stay away any longer. His cold shoulder backfired hard on him 😆
Writing Madara in his different moods (the spectrum ranging from romantic, to awkward, silly, angry, frustrated, regretful, horny, and completely, utterly elated and in love) was challenging and I hope I did him justice. The goal was to have him still behave like Madara even when he was feeling fluffier.
I hope you enjoyed the journey between Madara and his nurse over the course of these past weeks! What a great month I had bringing them to life! 💖
*The lyrics at the end of the fic is of course from the legendary song “Sway.” The version in my mind is sung by Michael Buble.
Twin Flames- NSFW Chapter Five (End)
“I was on that blasted site to find you…You are exactly who I’ve been searching for all these years. And there is nothing in this lifetime that keeps us apart.”
On AO3
For my fan @margretesonigiri. Happy Murder Monday 🔪
Warnings: partially NSFW, romance, drama, conflict resolution, lots of dialogue, gratuitous smut, love making, cunnilingus, 69, face sitting, body worship, unprotected sex, mating press, breeding kink
The smut is under the cut. For readers who don’t do smut/are underage, you can skip the long sex scene and the ending will make sense. SFW version of the chapter here. Words: 7759
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It was well over a month before you saw each other again. At first, Madara assumed both you and him needed time to decompress after the last encounter. Madara knew your shift schedule, which you previously provided to facilitate the planning of outings. You also mentioned another wave of school hitting. After weeks of radio silence from you, he figured you likely were very busy lately, but if your lack of contact was your playing of games with him, he wasn't engaging.
So he left for the conference in Japan for several weeks. The trip went well, all things considered.
His mood was foul for much of these last weeks, even while conducting business. The idiot Hashirama thought it was appropriate to venture a joking guess, asking if his ‘gloomy face’ was perhaps the result of the plague of romantic woes. The other brother, shrewd and opinionated, thankfully stayed quiet. Madara swore he would have stabbed Tobirama in the head if he was forced to endure prodding from another nosy Senju.
This was until Izuna decided he could comment on Madara’s life as well when they returned from Japan. Madara snapped back, rudely informing his little brother there was no issue, that his personal affairs were none of Izuna’s concern. The boorish boy dared to jeer at him, emphatically remarking that he should “just go see you again,” as if he made no attempts to contact you before the conference.
Staring daggers at nothing, he thought back on how you tried to return his keys that doomed night when he brought you home from your penthouse. As if he, Uchiha Madara, would take back an item he had gifted another. Your tears had finally ceased and you were disturbingly calm. When he wouldn’t accept repossessing the keys and attempted to reason with you again, your expression broke. You told him “money doesn’t solve everything.” Falling apart once more, you bid him goodbye while stuttering and left those keys on the passenger seat before easing the door shut behind you.
Stubborn woman. Similar to Izuna, there were times when you were childish in temperament. He already showed you who you were to him, yet you didn’t understand and left. Between you and him, someone had to be the adult.
Madara strode across his office, feeling thunderous as he recalled the memories he made with you. It seemed his thoughts were completely occupied by you lately. He thought back on your fingers tangled in his that treasured day when you searched together for Izuna’s gift, how you beamed at him in delight at your house, and your shocked expression during your first kiss with him. He remembered your juvenile jokes, the first time you approached him for a kiss and how you came to relax into his touch.
He relived your tears and self-deprecating words, how you shrank from him when he confronted you, and the way you offered yourself to him, as if that must have been all he wanted from you, before you walked out. Madara glowered bitterly as his mood darkened even further.
Despite everything that happened, time was the master of the heart. Even if he was surly during the initial days following that party and while abroad, after so long, Madara…missed you. He did not want to be apart any longer. Wishing for reconciliation and to bridge the distance that grew between you, he texted, asking if now was a good time to call. To his surprise, you agreed to speak with him.
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You let the remaining seconds on the timer run out before absentmindedly fishing the udon from the broth. Ladling toppings into a bowl and spooning soup in, you poured piping hot liquid onto your other hand. You yelped in agony, hands flying up in shock and accidentally dumping more scalding soup over yourself and the stove.
You ground your teeth together and shouted in frustration. Mentally pushed beyond the limits, you whipped the damned ladle away, sending it crashing into a vase and knocking it over, fine crystal shattering in a flood of water and shards. Your fresh roses spilled onto the dining table. Roses for romance, now laying in a pool of broken glass. You snorted, the symbolism not lost on you.
Everything was a mess. Your home, your mind, your life. You were incredibly despondent these past weeks despite being swamped, consumed with writing several essays for your program. It was stupid BS. Did you really need to be in a Master’s program in anything to know it’s beneficial to be respectful when talking to someone? Okay, you were exaggerating if you said that was all your program was about, but there was so much fluff in comparison to the amount of material that was useful towards your future role as a Clinical Nurse Specialist or Nurse Practitioner.
You were also pushed to distraction by thoughts of a certain man. It was nearly impossible to focus. You cursed your stupidity for ever getting involved with him.
Your phone pinged, the cheerful sound grossly at odds with your turbulent mood.
It was him. He inquired if it was a suitable time to call now, informing again of how much he wished to hear from you.
Ready to turn that page in the final chapter involving him, you had been prepared to never see Madara again, convinced nothing can come out of staying associated except the promise of more pain.
…Clearly you also missed Madara dearly over the past weeks. It was as if the sun disappeared from your life and all that remained was a bleak landscape of dreariness, devoid of warmth and vibrancy. Longing compelled you to speak with him, to hear his lovely voice again.
Your ringtone sounded immediately.
“Hello? Madara?”
“Y/N?” You jolted at his voice from a single word, the part of your heart that was numb throbbing in pain.
“…How have you been, Madara?”
“Hn. I’ve experienced better days in my life. Y/N, you sound exhausted.” Madara’s voice was flat like he was also lacking sleep, yet it sounded as if he was holding back. Like he had much he wanted to tell you.
“Yeah, I had a bad shift today.”
“I thought you didn’t work today.”
“It wasn’t originally on the schedule I gave you, but I picked up. I needed the extra shift.”
Madara was quiet for a moment. Were you financially stressed? He frowned on his end, then spoke up. “I would like to see you again.” He had no desire to throw your relationship away. It must be mended, somehow.
He wanted to barrel back into your life again?! Just when you regained some measure of functionality by throwing yourself into school and work, drowning yourself in your professional life to prevent your personal demons an opportunity to revisit your thoughts, you hear from Madara again. For several weeks, you hadn’t been ready to see him before he went to Japan. By now, you were almost certain he must have gone on his trip and moved on as well.
Besides, what was there to say? After the fiasco that first and last time Madara brought you to a major event, you weren’t even sure how to face him anymore.
“Not tonight Madara. It was a disaster at work and I’m not emotionally sound right now. I don’t want to have another meltdown in front of you,” you told him and laughed in an attempt to make light of the conversation.
Madara wanted to tell you he did not mind if you broke down, that he was there to support you in times of weakness. He held his tongue, figuring that what not what you needed to hear and pushing harder at this time would only serve to drive you away again.
“How about another day? One when you are free and well-rested,” he suggested.
Part of you wanted to refuse him, but after all the care and kindness Madara showed you, how could you do that to this man? If nothing else, you both at least deserved closure.
“One chance, Y/N. Give me one more chance,” he continued. “Please.”
You were weak. With a lump in your throat, you found you couldn’t refuse your love’s heartfelt request.
“Give me a few more days to rest and unwind, then we can meet here.”
You ate your dinner udon in silence amongst the chaotic pile of broken dreams, surrounded by shattered glass, forgotten rose stems, and spilled tears.
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Madara arrived at your house at your invitation, pausing outside to mentally rehearse what he wanted to tell you. He was determined to resolve your differences and reenter each other’s lives.
You opened the door for him. His frustration with the situation was ever-present, but his previous vexation at your actions dissolved upon laying eyes on you for the first time in so long. There you were, dressed comfortably in your pajamas, tiny in comparison to his size. You looked slightly tired and your eyes were mildly swollen, but your gaze was focused on him.
Your mind went blank the moment you heard the knock. Greeting him softly, you blinked at the large plant in his hand. It was a pot of phalaenopsis, or a moth orchid, the most common type of commercial orchid available because it can be tricked into flowering year-round. It was nothing special or exotic compared to your collection, but the gift Madara bore was white. White orchids were a symbol of sincerity. Madara was normally meticulous, but you wondered if he knew that or if the colour was merely a fluke. Your breath hitched when you caught a glimpse at the bundle in his other arm.
It was a dramatic bouquet filled with tulips, lilies of the valley, peonies, and carnations… all flowers of apology. Tulips were perennials that flowered year after year and represented new beginnings and peace, but these tulips were also in red to emphasize it was safe for you to trust Madara. White peonies represented shame for how he acted and a desire to right wrongs, and carnations not in pink, but red, expressed an aching heart and unyielding affection. There was a cut stem of giant cymbidium orchids within the bundle. Cymbidiums could mean many nice things, one of those being pure love.
This was no fluke. You stared at the bouquet to ensure you weren’t seeing things or getting your floral trivia incorrect. Madara was indeed expressing his great regret and a sincere desire to mend wrongs in a nonverbal way which was more natural to him. You swayed when you raised your shocked eyes to meet his. His expression was simultaneously grave, yet hopeful.
You invited Madara inside and closed the door behind him.
He stood by the entrance, not doing anything to remove his dress shoes or jacket. Instead, he watched you, waiting solemnly for you to take his offerings.
It was already late March and spring was quickly approaching, the biting chill of winter not nearly as harsh as the last time you met. Will this be a mistake? New beginnings. With a shaky breath, you accepted the white potted orchid and bouquet from Madara. The plant enthusiast in you wordlessly filled a spare vase with water and arranged the gorgeous bouquet. Once properly organized, it puffed up in a pretty display of red and white –delicate, bell-like lilies surrounded large fluffy flowers, the arrangement dotted with elegant tulips and a strip of pinkish-orange cymbidiums down the middle. Your chest clenched when you contemplated the deep meaning behind its beauty. What Madara wanted to tell you.
Madara continued to stand near the door as he silently observed you tread around your home. “Why are you apologizing so excessively?” You asked, gesturing at the array of quality blooms. “You are not at fault for anything.”
Madara hesitated, aware the minutes ahead will bring him to a position that will make him too vulnerable for comfort. He frowned. Your disposition was too polite, too formal with him. You wouldn’t even look at him. Neither did you truly invite him inside and offer him refreshments like the model hostess you were the last time he came over. It was like you were expecting him to state what he needed and leave.
He resented your aloofness and his part in bringing about this change in your demeanor around him. When it came to his emotions and those softer feelings you evoked, speaking candidly was difficult for Madara. He did not relish exposing himself, but this was a conversation that needed to happen. And if it would help you understand just how much you meant to him…
Madara had thought of what to say over the last two days, but upon seeing you, it was like his preparations vanished into nothingness. Not wanting you to ask him to leave, he needed to find his words again quickly.
“That is not true. There are many assertions I delivered poorly. I should never have been harsh to you, even if the sentiment was honest and that part I will not retract.” It was so like Madara to be painfully blunt even when he was trying to express remorse, it was almost comedic.
“Which part was that?” You asked wearily. Your heart seized, not ready to bear Madara’s gut-wrenching judgment again, but also knowing you and him needed to speak, that avoidance was no longer an option. You glanced again at Madara’s bouquet.
“That your sense of inferiority was unbecoming. I should never have spoken to you in such a way. For that, and the other words when I drove you home, I apologize. I…didn’t want to cause you pain. However, I maintain that that feeling of yours is misplaced and unnecessary. I would not have pursued if I thought you inadequate. We are equals if we are to be together.” He fixed you with a level stare which you returned with uncertainty.
You mulled over his words, remembering your realization at the end of the last confrontation with Madara at his penthouse, before he pulled you into his arms and let you weep. Madara wanted you for you.
You allowed Madara inside, bringing him to be seated at the same couch where he first realized the depth of his feelings for you. You awkwardly pulled out a chair from the adjacent dining table, but didn’t venture closer.
“Don’t you see we are from completely different worlds? Worlds that were never meant to collide if it wasn’t for the stupid dating site. What future is there for us? We aren’t meant to be together.”
Clenching his fists, Madara’s face stayed serene. He sighed, running a hand through his mane.
“Initially, it was Izuna’s bright idea to join that website on my behalf, but I only agreed to such an obscene plan because I saw you. There was no other woman I desired seeing. It was a coincidence that our paths crossed again after so many years, so even if I found the concept of that site distasteful, if there was the possibility to properly court you, I would utilize such a platform.” Madara paused, noting his tension and consciously ordering his hands to open.
“I was on that blasted site to find you. Our relationship was never of the sort suggested by the dating site that brought us back together.” He gritted out. He stood and came over, hand reaching for your face, the need to touch you again driving him to insanity. To his relief, you allowed his touch and made no attempts to stop him.
“Whatever future you desire, we can create together. I want to be with you,” he continued.
Madara stalled briefly, then kneeled before you and took your hands in his, the determination in his eyes unwavering.
“I am not a man of pretty silver-tongued words. You should know that.” Your eyes started to water as you acknowledged Madara’s statement. “Months ago, you said you liked me. Does that still hold true?” He asked.
A relationship took effort from both ends. You remembered every sweet moment you created together and the way Madara always tried for you. You recalled his fierce defence of you from that other woman. And his terrible words in the car as he drove you home, but also how he endeavored to make contact again to work things out while you fled.
You blinked at him to try stopping the tears that threatened to fall, trembling in his hands. Knowing he appreciated honesty, you replied, “Of course. I never stopped.”
Madara let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His expression completely transformed and a brilliant smile lit up his face. Looking at your hands, he stroked your palms. “Y/N, I will tell you this once: you are exactly who I’ve been searching for all these years. And there is nothing in this lifetime that keeps us apart.” He lifted his gaze back to yours, his face now closer. “I promise I will always take care of you, if you'll let me. You will want for nothing,” he vowed.
“I…trust you…” you rasped, still trying to wrap your head around how someone like Madara would want to be with a regular person like you.
Madara’s entire being rocked with your confession. How he needed to hear those words. “I won’t let you down.”
“Why are you so good to me?”
There was no need for Madara to reply. The answer was in his eyes. You knew. You must have known some time ago that he loved you. You merely didn’t know how to respond to the intensity of his devotion.
“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for ignoring you all this time even when you tried to make amends before going on your trip,” you whispered.
He leaned in with his head angled up to press his lips to yours.
“Move in with me, Y/N. I'm serious. I was serious from the beginning. Share your life with me."
You made a pained noise and reached for him, hands entwining behind his neck to bring him closer. Your foreheads touched. You too will try harder with Madara. For him, you’ll be better than you are. Instead of giving up now, you will give yourselves another chance to speak each other’s language and understand one another.
“I like bouquets, but next time, don’t buy me cut orchids. Cutting their flowers is a travesty knowing how long it takes to nurture and grow them.” You sniffed, but smiled against his lips.
“Your wish is my command.” He glanced at your collection of exotic plants and tried to entice you with your hobby. “If you enjoy greenery this much, you can plant whatever you like if you move into my main residence with me and Izuna. We can have a lawn full of cherry blossom trees and build a greenhouse, hire gardeners to assist you. Whatever you want.”
“Madara? That might be the most attractive thing you said to me all day.”
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“Stay the night?” Now that Madara was here, you didn’t want him to leave, as if you were afraid you would have to wait another lifetime to see him again.
Madara agreed readily, raising a sophisticated brow when you suggested he take your bedroom while you slept on the sofa bed in the other bedroom. “Just trying to be a good hostess,” you explained, grinning bashfully.
“I would feel your hospitality more deeply if my hostess didn’t disappear,” he teased. You giggled, grabbing his hand and leading him to your room, as relieved as Madara that your relationship remained intact. That not everything was lost and you both fell back into your prior dynamic without the strain with relative ease.
He settled next to you and pulled the sheets up. At first, you lay side by side with some distance remaining between you. Screw it. You missed Madara and he missed you. That much was clear after tonight.
You shimmied up to him and he wrapped an arm around your waist. Bringing his lips to yours, he nipped and prodded, entering your mouth as soon as access was granted.
You were breathless when you separated. “I missed you. I miss this,” you murmured against his ear sleepily.
“Hn,” he grunted in agreement.
Already back to his silent ways. You smiled broadly in the dark.
“Um…are you sweating?”
“Go to sleep,” came the gruff answer.
There was no ignoring the growing damp cold. Realization dawned on you –Madara was always warm. He must be broiling under your linens. Your mouth fell open. “D-do you normally sleep naked? If you’re hot, you…can take off your clothes if you want.” Your wording sounded horrible! Cringing in dismay, you thought about what else you could do for him.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“There’s no sense in having you suffer this way. You’ll make me a bad hostess.” He was much too conscientious. And in your mind, Madara was already adequately hot. No need to cause him to melt.
Fabric rustled and you felt a breeze touch your face as Madara discarded his clothing somewhere in your room before he returned to you.
His length pushed into your stomach. You knew Madara possessed an athletic muscular build, but being pressed against his bare body was an experience that made you heat up with desire and embarrassment. It wasn’t unpleasant at all.
The interesting, but welcome, turn of events leading to this moment tonight made Madara smile warmly and hold you closer.
Madara’s self-control was unworldly. You basked silently in each other’s presence, secure in the knowledge you still belonged to one another. Slowly, you relaxed into his embrace, your mind slipping into the realm of dreams. There was no funny business to be had tonight.
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Madara invited you to his main house on a day Izuna was not in residence. He had plans for you today; plans he didn’t need his overzealous brother around for.
Gaping in wonder, you turned in a circle. Every new perspective granted ornate wonders. If you thought the ballroom and Madara’s penthouse were extravagant, this manor went well beyond what those venues offered. It was modern in style, but possessed an old world charm that was difficult to describe. Coffered ceilings dropped down to meet carved pillars and paneled walls. Antique Japanese wooden furniture and furs sat on luxury stone or hardwood floors. The choices were tasteful and nothing was overdone.
Madara brought you around the mansion for a tour. After multiple sitting rooms, waiting rooms, offices, guest rooms, saunas, and pools, your head spun as you were led down yet another corridor. Servants who came across you and Madara bowed in deference.
“I am going to get lost here,” you whined. Your entire condo was smaller than one of his closets.
“You will find your way around quickly, I’m sure.” You were sure you would as well if you didn’t want to be the subject of so many curious glances.
Madara made sure you were treated like a queen. You spent the rest of the day with him, curled against him on a velvet sofa while watching an assortment of movies in the home theater and gorging yourself on meals that must have been prepared by a Michelin star chef in the dining room. You washed and soaked in a scented bath that was fit for a goddess. You played foosball together, but of course he didn’t let you win easily.
The door shut and locked behind Madara. You knew why he brought you to his bedroom tonight. You felt nervous, but you too wanted to see this through. This was a long time coming.
[Long smut scene under the cut. You can skip to the end if you want]
Gazing at him fondly, you proceeded to start removing your clothing, but was stopped by Madara stilling your hands. He stared back at you hotly. After everything, he was going to undress you himself.
Slowly, tantalizingly, like he was unwrapping a priceless gift, he rolled the hem of your shirt over your stomach. You raised your arms to help him take it off. Reaching for your back, he kissed you as he undid the clasp on your bra, never breaking eye contact.
The sun crested the horizon in your life again. You rubbed your hands against his chest and torso, appreciating the hardness of his body, and carefully unbuttoned his shirt one at a time until it fell open to reveal his skin. You stared reverently at the art that was his body.
He didn’t let your eyes wander for long, unfortunately, eagerly coming back to rest his palms on your hips and pull you to him. You sought his lips again as you ran your hand through his silky hair, pleased with how you finally got to do that. A hand grasped your rear and squeezed. Rolling your butt against Madara’s paw to encourage him, you guided his other hand to the hem of your pants. He dipped his fingers under the cloth to feel the skin on your hip.
Not needing further prompting, two large hands suddenly found themselves beneath your underwear, grabbing, kneading, pulling your butt cheeks apart and smooshing them back together as Madara groped you shamelessly. Flushing in embarrassment, you averted your gaze as you realized you liked his manhandling.
He had you against the wall, not even a few feet into his room when he made you lose your pants and underwear. You stood fully naked, feeling so exposed. Fidgeting, you shyly covered your mound with one hand and draped a forearm across your chest, your cheeks burning.
"Enough. No more hiding or running. Show me," he commanded. Not long ago, it seemed you were getting ready to leave his life forever. Thinking back on that time put an unsavoury taste in his mouth. That didn’t matter anymore, Madara thought distantly. What mattered now was the woman before him, who chose to stay despite his blunders.
You obeyed, hesitantly slipping your hands to the side to reveal his prize.
You felt so self-conscious. Surely he had countless better partners before –ones with a more desirable figure, possessing more experience and who could please him better than you knew how. You felt you didn't belong with him in his inner sanctuary, but tried to reason with yourself. Remember Madara chose me. You squirmed, but remained uncovered for his inspection.
Madara was breathless. He ravenously consumed the spectacular sight of your nakedness, your body perfect to him in every way. Obsidian eyes followed the curves of your figure, enthralled by the angles on your collarbones, the tips of your breasts, and the smooth expanse of your torso. There was so much to see, so much to touch and explore. He will have all of you. His gaze dropped further south until he made acquaintance with your kitten for the first time.
“I want you,” he growled.
His tone woke a primitive part of your mind which shuddered in nervous anticipation. “You may have me.”
Nudging you flush to the wall with his own body, he got to work. His kisses were firm, more possessive than during the day. They demanded you yield to him, greedy hands matching their owner and squishing into your plush breasts and hips. He traveled to provide the same treatment to your buttocks and thighs, sucking your lips as he grabbed wherever his hands could find purchase, molding you into playdough for his enjoyment.
He kneeled before you again, though the mood was much different this time. He tilted his head to flicker his tongue against the surface of your mound as fingers prodded at your vulva, digging into the plump flesh and parting them to discover the treasure within. He salivated from his sampling taste. Bringing his mouth to suck at your clit, he then lapped at your smaller inner lips, the silken skin intoxicating. He had waited so long for this, and at last, here you were with him. Not enough.
A fingertip pulled back your clitoral hood and brushed directly against the most sensitive spot on your body. Forget playdough, Madara was determined to liquefy you, beginning with your legs. Knees giving out as you bucked in shock, you almost fell on his head. He chuckled as he pinched lightly at the little nub several times in between licks.
You continued to squirm, attempting in vain to escape Madara’s sweet torment by twisting and pulling away, the sensations too much to bear. Madara’s sinful mouth held fast to your crotch and followed your slow descent to the floor, his long raven hair pooling around him on the floor.
“Wait! Madara, what about you? I want to touch you too!”
“Patience. You will have me,” he promised huskily without pause in his actions.
He lay you down and spread your legs, earning his first good look at your pussy after removing your offending hands from obstructing his view. She was so pretty, so little and delicate next to his brutish strength. He softened for a moment and rubbed your calves adoringly to remind you that he was also yours. He eyed your puckered rosebud, promising himself the opportunity another day if you were interested.
Madara was steadfast in his sensuous manipulations of your body. He licked down your body from your throat to your collarbones, journeying down to squeeze and twirl around twin breasts. His trail left goosebumps in its wake. He made his way to your belly, his soft touches unintentionally tickling your senses as he kissed your abdomen and pelvis.
You watched through hooded eyes while he settled his bulk between your legs and ate you, your hands gently caressing his face and scalp. He was hungry, animalistic, his nostrils flaring as he buried his nose and scented your most intimate parts. He fluctuated between light and hard touches to your poor clit, his lips lapping and tugging at your inner labia, sometimes alternating by sucking on your vulva whole. Suddenly he looked up at your face. You gasped, unable to form words as his full appearance registered. His eyes were wide with freakishly dilated pupils, his stare as dark as the abyss. Wild lust emanated from him when he made a show of licking his lips and fingers while holding your gaze.
Maybe the image of the decorous gentleman he presented was only to reel you in.
You whined low in your throat, shaking. Your pussy oozed, the pleasure he pulled from your nether parts did away with all thoughts of decency.
“Madara, please let me see and touch you. I can’t wait anymore! I want to make you feel good too.” You tugged on his bangs to interrupt his meal.
He grinned at you. “You think I don’t glean pleasure from this?” He straightened out on his knees, towering above your splayed form to show you. The huge bulge stretching the front of his slacks was proof enough. “I could eat your pussy every day for breakfast and find myself sated.” He laughed at your awestruck expression upon encountering his clothed erection for the first time.
“But if you insist, very well.” Madara plucked you from the floor as he stood, cradling your cherished form as he strode across the dimmed room and carefully deposited you in his bed. Goodness, his bed was something monstrous. It was surely custom-made and much larger than the standard king sized, silk sheets and pillows adorning the plush mattress. You felt tiny sinking in.
He lay down close by and guided you on top of him, turning you around so you straddled him, but backwards. Your face was at his groin and yours hovered over his face.
“Take what you want,” he told you with a smirk you were unable to see, again running his tongue lengthwise up the inner surface of your snatch.
You jumped with a squeak. Determined to not be outdone entirely, you brought shaky hands to his pants, popping open the clasp and lowering the zipper. Gulping, you parted the opening to his slacks, heart pounding in anticipation as his tented boxers came into view.
“What’s wrong? Stopping there? I thought you wanted to see more,” he taunted with a Cheshire grin. You pouted indignantly, quickly pushing down his boxers and pants past his rear as Madara helpfully lifted his ass to assist your efforts.
A semi-hard piece of meat swung and almost smacked you in the face. It sat proudly in the warm room.
“Oh my God,” you sputtered.
Madara dared snicker at you! “It is too early to pray, Y/N,” he informed you.
The nerve of this man! You were no blushing virgin, even if Madara had you feeling like one. You huffed, dropping your head to peek at his face from between your legs. He didn’t catch you looking because he was captivated by the sight of your cute vagina winking at him from mere inches away. Your opening was barely visible.
His cock bobbed in excitement, pre-cum already beading invitingly at the tip and dripping to his pelvis. The erotic scent of his musk hit you, encouraging you towards depravity. You wrapped a hand around him to weigh his heft and licked from base to tip experimentally. He hissed. His cock was too thick. Your fingers couldn’t enclose his massive girth, making you worry about how he will fit once the main course was served.
You continued your explorations. Running a finger down his length to trace several veins, you petted his penis and scrotum, playfully jiggling the firm orbs in their loose sack. You giggled and tried to take him deep in your mouth, failing early from his sheer mass rapidly occupying the space, your lips stretched to their fullest and his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. You made a discontented sound, resolving to practice much more with Madara until you could suck him back whole.
He moaned in a quiet exhale, pausing his slurps to your clit and vulva briefly.
The sensation of a thick muscle sliding into your hole drove you into a frenzy. Your keens and pants filled the room. Madara twirled his tongue inside you, needing to taste all of you as he continued pressing skilled fingers to your bud. There was no more embarrassment from you, a base need possessing your mind as you were at last skin-to-skin with Madara.
You rode his face, soaking him in your slick. You were distracted from the sensations Madara elicited, no other man having ever come close to bringing you to this point before. What was this feeling? You couldn’t focus enough to keep blowing him. You massaged his member, pulling until silky skin wrinkled and sliding it backwards to retract it. Burying your face into his lower pelvis with your nose against his privates, you could only manage a few swipes of your tongue to Madara’s shaft as he devoured you like you were his buffet.
The act of drinking his goddess’ nectar directly from its source shot through his caveman brain to his rod, now harder than steel. He split your legs wider and you held the position for him to feast. You were like a honey pot.
He slipped a finger inside your needy cunt and quickly added a second. You were tight. He groaned. It was going to feel so good in there. Your lover rubbed the pads of his fingers around and curled them to investigate the ridges of your walls, to begin his lifelong study of the altar that was your body. He pressed into the furthest reaches of your sheath to trace circles around your cervix, making you whimper.
You remembered through the fog. “The string you feel at the back is my implanted contraception,” you told him.
“Hn. Good.”
Madara lay beneath you, one hand plundering your hole and rubbing your clit. His other hand found a breast, teasing the nipple until it formed a pebble. He relished the soft moans he coaxed from your lips and causing your uncoordinated movements as you attempted to stimulate him in return. It wasn’t necessary tonight, but he appreciated your efforts. Tonight was all about you. He was rock hard regardless of what you did.
You gasped and writhed, begging for mercy as you were driven into sensory overload. Yet you gyrated against Madara’s lips, sitting on his head hard and sucking his balls, you grabbed his face and humped it. You smeared his face all over your slimy cunt, needing more pressure to get yourself over the ledge.
Madara was drunk from feeding off your need. He held onto control by the thinnest thread as he continued to let you use his face and tongue for your pleasure and fingered you intermittently. He had to get you stretched if there was any chance you would accommodate him. Having waited this long, he would certainly show you the best of times.
Hooking your legs around his head, you moaned, trying futilely to bring his tongue and fingers deeper. You were kneeling on his hair, unknowingly pinning Madara to the bed, the range of movement for his head severely limited without yanking on his locks. Your voice reached a fever pitch as the dam broke. Gasping, you unseated yourself from his face. He was drenched, even down to his forehead and bangs. The musk of your release saturated the air. It was quiet. Did you drown him?
Madara finally remembered to breath and started panting in dumbstruck wonder, grinning from ear-to-ear. After falling over on the mattress in a mumbling, boneless heap, you were still at his mercy. You had been so pliant in his hands. Pleased with his work, he wiped his mouth with the back of a hand.
Your eyes met briefly as Madara maneuvered your loose limbs into a different position. You were enchanted by the intensity of his expression. Madara was fire. His body was warm as always, his love and grace living things that kept the fire bright. He looked almost feral. Now he was going to claim you.
You tensed as you felt you should ask. “Madara? Do you have a condom?”
He frowned. “I don’t.” Shit, he thought. Were you going to ask him to stop?
A decision had to be made. “…I’m clean,” you told him.
“As am I.”
“…I trust you.” As you expressed your faith in him again, Madara only felt cozy affection through the haze of his arousal. He bent down to press butterfly kisses along your jawline.
Your eyes bulged as he positioned himself by your entrance and started pushing. He was thick! Even with your flood of lubrication, it felt like he was knocking the breath out of you. Unconsciously, you rippled against Madara in your attempt to accommodate his intrusion.
With your small lips rhythmically clutching at him, Madara was addicted to the feeling of your pussy sucking him in. He pressed onwards slowly, not wanting you to request him to stop or worse, to injure you. Those were unfounded worries. Your quivering ridges fluttered on his cock as he slid home.
You held onto his shoulders, but otherwise lay still in ecstasy. The mind-blowing stretch from Madara’s entry was ever present, but it was no longer a cause for panic. As he pushed to the hilt and stayed seated within you, the stretch eventually dulled to a pleasant sensation of fullness. You were whole.
Madara needed to slow down. He wanted you to like this, no, to love this. He wanted you to reciprocate his hunger and keep coming back to him for more. He growled, fantasizing about making love to you every night, in every position, against every surface in the house. In each of his properties. Until there came a point when you were loosened up and could take him easily. Staring at your dazed expression, he thought of marriage, your belly swollen with his child, and building a life together. His euphoric mind ran through scenarios as he stayed motionless to allow you to get accustomed to his body in yours. His reveries were interrupted when you spoke up.
“I’m okay. You can move now Madara. But please, go slowly!” You whispered.
What a delicious, torturous texture from your walls. Control was slipping. Madara wanted to be gentle… his eyes fell shut.
He had to fuck you now.
Madara withdrew his hips, studying your expression attentively as he snapped back in. You bounced and gripped him tighter, earning a quiet grunt from Madara. He repeated his motions.
Madara obeyed your request: the pace of his thrusts slow, but each plunge was hard. You mewled, fingers slipping between your thighs to rub at Madara’s jewels. You wanted this, wanted him. You wriggled, hips moving on their own to assist with your penetration. You met him thrust for thrust with fervor, gazing back wantonly as you pulled his hips into your core.
He moved his arms from the sides of your head, which prevented him from crushing you. Primal need approaching the top of a crescendo, he pushed your knees to the mattress to fold you in half and got on his haunches, each drive now more frenetic and impossibly deep. It was an exquisite angle, hitting a gratifying spot that sent electricity coursing through your body.
Madara continued to squat into you, sinking in so his balls slapped your arse lewdly with every drive. Your soaking pussy slurped at his cock battering her, sucking at him instinctively to milk him of his essence. You couldn’t move or do anything at all except take it. The thought of your naughty position made you delirious. You were stuffed, each wet slap driving you higher towards nirvana.
You looked up at him submissively and stroked his cheeks that were baptized in your juices as he rutted like an animal. “I love you Madara.”
Your soft words seemed to break his concentration. He stared passionately, the sight of you impaled on his shaft clouding his thoughts with arousal and desire.
As your climax crested, another decision to make was at the tip of your tongue. “…I won’t get pregnant.”
“…” He grunted, the purpose of this brief discussion already dawning on his frenzied mind.
“…If you want, you may finish inside me…” You whispered while staring at the man you loved.
Your words made Madara’s brain do cartwheels. He missed a beat and almost came right there. It was an affliction of the wealthy, but the warnings about women who tried to baby trap other rich men momentarily crossed Madara’s mind. It was terribly inappropriate timing. He also knew you weren’t that sort of women and felt guilty even involuntarily associating such a situation with you.
But Madara would love to have children with you and certainly would not mind if you baby-trapped him. He looked upon you lovingly, glad to finally be together.
He picked up the pace, pushing deep and fast, his focused expression in stark contrast to your blissful, fucked out countenance. He rubbed your nub frantically. Moaning softly, you finished a second time, the strength of your release washing over you in waves.
The spastic jerking of your walls pulsed on him. Uncharacteristically, Madara could not hold on for much longer. It must have been the potency of his love for you that had him undone.
With a soundless roar, Madara came to the thought of how deeply he felt for you and the fantasy of fertilizing your eggs. His cock twitched, sending vibrations through your pouch as his seed flooded you. With nowhere to go but out, his batter escaped, seeping down to coat your crack in your combined fluids.
He fixed you with his piercing gaze. “I love you more,” he confessed.
Madara was like the burning sun that lit up the skies and illuminated the world. But for you, he was more akin to a warming fire than a searing bonfire. You did have another home.
Home was wherever Madara was.
Instead of cutting your story together short, you couldn’t wait to turn that page to continue onto the next chapter of your life with him.
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Dance music sounded deafeningly as lights blared in the salsa bar. You were on another date with Madara, but this one was special. Izuna and Jasna joined you and Madara in this group date. When you mentioned you had never been to a salsa bar and Jasna also expressed her interest, Madara suggested she come along. Izuna invited himself. He was a natural, a social setting being Izuna’s innate habitat and Jasna was already at ease conversing with him. You both cackled and mocked Izuna for something he said before sashaying to the dance floor.
Izuna and Madara shared a look as they watched you and your friend dance with abandon, guffawing like hyenas while singing along to the song. The curve of your eyebrows furrowed at a comment Jasna made, then your cheeks pulled up and dimpled as you laughed at your own joke.
*“When marimba rhythms start to play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more”
“Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance, you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me”
Your rhythm was correct, even if your steps were wrong for the kinds of dance this song demanded. You and Jasna made up for it with childish enthusiasm. You twirled each other and Jasna dipped you down to the beat. You were so silly, so dazzling. Madara laughed in earnest with Izuna, your light blinding in the darkness of the room.
“Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have that magic technique When we sway, I go weak”
“I can hear the sounds of violins Long before it begins Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now”
There was no one else he wanted to spend his life with. He would do anything it took to keep you happy. Madara sauntered up to you, the crowd parting before him. Your eyes met. The power behind his stare was like he had you hypnotized with his gaze, but that was of course impossible. Your heart filled with warmth at the sight of him. Others may not see him for who he truly was, but for you, loving Madara was as natural as breathing.
His next words would forever etch themselves into your soul.
"Dance with me."
~End~
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Notes:
I am incredibly proud of myself for finishing this story! First fanfic I’ve written in well over a decade! I hope you found the ending believable and satisfactory. The premise of this story was simple from the beginning. One theme I wanted to highlight in this story was good relationships where the partners do not communicate their love the same way and the difficulties that can arise. When you were with Madara, whether that was cooking for him and lavishing him with attention, or spending quality time together, that was when he felt your affection most. Whereas for her, those things were important, but she was indeed feeling inferior with this man who was larger than life. She also needed the words to confirm Madara’s feelings at a time when she was ready for the conversation. As we know, Madara is more a man of action than words, until he is pushed to speak his deepest thoughts.
While there are many unhealthy relationships with glaring red flags that should be promptly cut off and discarded, I sincerely believe there are many people too willing to hastily throw away what they have before even attempting to fix what’s there. Getting into a relationship isn’t the destination, but only the beginning. Maintaining the relationship is the difficult journey requiring hard work from both sides and an ongoing process. “Journey before Destination,” my friends.
Yes Madara can be so petty (and a STUBBORN hypocrite) until his heart told him he couldn’t stay away any longer. His cold shoulder backfired hard on him 😆.
Writing Madara in his different moods (the spectrum ranging from romantic, to awkward, silly, angry, frustrated, regretful, horny, and completely, utterly elated and in love) was challenging and I hope I did him justice. The goal was to have him still behave like Madara even when he was feeling fluffier.
I hope you enjoyed the journey between Madara and his nurse over the course of these past weeks! What a great month I had bringing them to life! 💕
*The lyrics at the end of the fic is of course from the legendary song “Sway.” The version in my mind is sung by Michael Buble.
✑ User @loupjgr sent : "hi!! I had a strange idea for a smut but i could totally understand that you dont wanna write it! still here it is: what about madara falling in love with hashirama's wife?? like shes warried to hashi but they dont really love eachother since it was kind of an arranged marriage yknow, and she's missing some passion and love..which she finds in madara's arms 😎😎😎 thanks in advanceeee ♡"
✑ Anli's useless comment : OK BUT LISTEN. It's not a strange idea. The fic I'm currently working on as a side project (which I apparently won't shut up about) literally has Madara falling in love with Tobirama's fiancée (it's an arranged marriage too) and his feelings are mutual so like... this is my shit right there lmao. And it’s also why I had to make this a hc post instead of a one shot thing, because I know now from experience that this stuff needs some heavy build up that I just can’t achieve in less than (at least) ten chapters. I felt weird writing this without giving proper context/backstory. Hope you don't mind 😅
Warning(s) : AFAB!Reader // Cheating // NSFW — Minors DNI
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うちはマダラ • Uchiha Madara
SFW/NSFW [Mixed]
↳ I feel like this is true for all Uchiha (up to a certain degree at least) but especially true for Madara that there is nothing, and I mean nothing strong enough to stand between them and the person they love if that love is reciprocated. Love comes before anything for the Uchiha and they will build their moral code around that. An arranged marriage with someone else will not deter them from being with their lover. That works both ways — it would be the same thing if THEY were the one stuck in an arranged marriage.
↳ In simpler terms, what I mean is that Madara does not give a fuck if you’re married to his best friend. If he loves you and you love him back, he will feel absolutely NO guilt about going behind Hashirama’s back and fucking his spouse. And he will be an asshole about it. Not in the sense that he’s going to brag to people or tell Hashirama, though. He would never, because that could simply ruin your life, and as much as he can be petty at times, he still cares about you. I mean that in the sense that he will try to convince you to talk Hashirama into divorce, and depending on the type of relationship you have, he might go as far as to use the fact that you’re married as a way to boost his ego, especially when he’s fucking you.
↳ “He could never make you beg for his cock like this, could he ?” “Do you think of me when he fucks you ?” “You’re such a fucking slut, taking another man’s cock while your husband sits at home alone” — Stuff like that. If he really wants to be an asshole, he could try to get you pregnant with his child. To be honest, he actually gets that urge every time he fucks you (again, it’s Madara, what did you expect ?). But he won’t do it unless he has a way to get you out of your marriage and have his kid without you being shunned by the village and/or your family. Like I said, he can be a dick if he really wants to, but he doesn’t wish to ruin your life.
↳ (He would still step up and take you in if it happened on accident. He doesn’t care if his reputation is also ruined because of this. To him, you’re infinitely more important than that. But ideally you wouldn’t have to go through so much stress, so he holds back.)
↳ Despite not wanting to get caught, Madara is quite the daredevil, and he will take risks just to feel an adrenaline rush. He will fuck you on Hashirama’s desk if he knows the guy won’t be there for a couple of hours. He’ll do it in the library or the archives room if the opportunity presents itself to him. He’ll sometimes even act possessive in front of others, especially if another man gets too close to you, and he’ll always have to come up with an excuse because this behavior isn’t normal for him. (Madara is possessive, that is a fact, but he doesn’t act this way with anyone else but you. It stands out.)
↳ With all of that being said, though, there are moments where your marriage really puts Madara in a surly mood. It would break his heart to see you leave him knowing that you’re going to spend the night in another man’s bed. He’d be absolutely devastated if you and Hashirama ever had children, and I’m pretty sure he would barely even be able to look at you throughout the whole pregnancy. There are times, though few and far between, where he makes love to you until morning, because having the chance to spend an entire night with you is an option you have maybe once a year, when Hashirama is outside of the village for whatever reason.
↳ Madara would never marry. That place in his life would always be yours for the taking, even if your clan forced your allegiance to lay elsewhere. And given how important love is for the Uchiha, I highly doubt that arranged marriages would be super common among the clan in the first place (however, that may not apply to Madara, since he’s the leader and has responsibilities toward his family that are completely unique to him). He’s a relatively private man, too, so on most days, it wouldn’t bother him to have to hide your relationship from the public. The only thing that would irk him is that he wouldn’t be able to claim you as his — he hates PDA in general, but he wishes people would know you’re his so that you’re completely untouchable.
↳ Honestly though, you’re glad your marriage with Hashirama lacks passion and that the man is so busy all the time, because Madara cannot stop himself from littering your body with hickeys and lovebites and there’s absolutely no way you can come up with any alternative explanation as to what they are. Thank the Gods Madara is at least mindful enough to leave those marks in places that can easily be hidden with clothes.
↳ Bonus headcanon : I have a feeling Tobirama would notice that something’s going on between the two of you, but he wouldn’t say anything because it’s really none of his business. He also likes you a lot, and he would hate running the risk of offending you by insinuating that you’re being unfaithful if he were mistaken.
My new fic, The Sound of Snowfall, is now on AO3!
Madara Uchiha x Fem!Reader - Explicit TW: Emotional hurt, forbidden love, cheating
Synopsis: To restore their noble status and dissuade their looming rivals, your clan offered you as a concubine to Hashirama, the emperor of the newly-founded Senju dynasty. Unfavored, uprooted and lonely, you nonetheless found solace in Madara Uchiha, the emperor’s trusted general. That is, until that evening, when Madara returned victorious from the war.
Off-Label Sharingan Emotional Smut
Madara is a visual man, as I've said before. Often, he believes he sees the world too clearly and finds it an ugly place, but when it comes to you, his eyes are truly a blessing.
Scenario of what it's like for Madara and his fem!S/O to make love when his Sharingan is active, inspired by my Madara Sharingan HC
Warnings: NSFW, emotional porn, "inappropriate" use of Sharingan, creampie, facial Words: 689
You peered through your desirous haze at the crimson irises staring intently back at you. You thought by now, you should have been used to Madara's prolonged looks that meticulously captured every detail about you. It was like he saw through you. You shuddered with arousal as you were read and memorized like a favourite novel.
He shoved hard again and held himself there, his tip pushing against the back corner of your pussy, kissed by your walls and cervix.
Your eyes squeezed shut before rolling back. He could make out the muscles around your lips that pulled them into a thin line forming a pout. He predicted you were going to wrinkle your nose, furrow your eyebrows, and gasp next. You did. Gods, you were beautiful. He pulled back and hilted himself with force once more, needing to see you make that face again. And indulge him you did.
Madara groaned, his vision so acute he could see the nearly imperceptible glistening of sweat over your forehead, capture the quick pulse at your jugular and your twitching fingers with clarity. You reached for his face like he knew you were going to, so he dipped his head to meet you halfway, nuzzling his cheek into your begging palm. He knew every swirl of the fingerprints he loved, the patterns of your hands imprinted in his mind's eye.
His sight captured every faint line gracing your features, ones no one else would see, each line that surrounded your lips, nose, and eyes reminding him of your radiant smiles directed solely at him. The finest hairs on your skin that didn't register against his touch stood out to his eyes. Each tiny freckle scattered across your cheeks was visible, down to the variable shades of colour within the same spot, and the lustrous sheen of your hair was so glossy it looked like silk.
You were a feast for his eyes in every way. He would never understand when you fretted over one feature or another. You were even sillier when you attempted to conceal yourself from him because "he saw too clearly."
You did not possess his visual prowess, for you were not an Uchiha, though he should make you one. Still, you wouldn't understand the perfection that was your corporeal form. Never see what he sees. His heart warmed when you kept holding his gaze, your body open to him in complete trust and surrender. He knew from the tensing of your legs and the miniscule flickering of groin muscles what you were going to do next. He was close too.
You were still staring into his Sharingan, creating your own memories about those fiery glowing orbs, those doting eyes, when the pattern shifted. Commas bled into each other and spokes appeared in triplet. He caressed your bud in circles the way he saw you do once before, when he made you touch yourself for him. Your release hit as you felt Madara's cock vibrating, then liquid heat seeping from your connection. The pattern was spinning.
You came again, your folds embracing him as Madara emptied himself once more in your addictive pussy where he belonged.
You came again, quivering walls convulsing around his dick erratically. He rumbled deeply, the feral craving to claim you again possessing his animal brain. He pulled out against your whines of disapproval, ribbons of semen spraying from his shaft and falling to your chest and abdomen. As soon as you realized what he intended, your stunning face hungered for more. He could visualize the moisture that surrounded each taste bud as you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue for him, the pink flesh inviting him for more. Mine.
You came again. Oh? This time your hands clutched his hard biceps, your squealing sounding to the heavens as you bared your throat to Madara, grinding your hips on his to take him deeper. Madara held onto his orgasm for you until yours was completed. He withdrew, coming to a crouch over your chest as he aimed higher. Warm cum splashed until he had your pretty face covered, marked as his. MINE.
Madara NSFW Alphabet
A NSFW alphabet has been done for Madara by others, so I also tried to switch up most of the letters. This is for Madara with his beloved S/O. Hope you enjoy! @immazebrah
Warnings: very NSFW. Too many acts/kinks to list. Read at your own risk.
A- Anal
Sex is one of Madara’s main methods of expressing how deeply he feels about you. Madara wants all of you, so the butt stuff is an absolute “Yes!” for him if you’re down, even if it isn’t his first choice of hole. He properly prepares you so even if there will be stretching, there isn’t pain with Madara once he’s in. You’ll beg him to do this more often in the future.
B- Body Part (Favourite)
Madara isn’t particularly vain, but even he has to agree his cock looks visually appealing. Doesn’t hurt (pun intended) that he’s well-endowed and stretches you nicely. In conjunction with his hands, he plays your body like an instrument, each sound he draws from you is music to him.
On you, he likes everything –he actually does have every feature on your body memorized. But if he must choose, his favourite parts of you are your eyes and smile. Generally, if you’re happy, then he is as well. When your attention is on him and even your eyes light up to smile at him, it’s almost enough to thaw out his own grouchy face.
C- Cum
Don’t let his composed, courteous demeanor in public fool you. He gets overcome with emotion and feral in the sheets. We all know about his breeding kink. His preference is to finish inside to leave a piece of himself in you, whether that’s your pussy (top choice), ass, or mouth. If he really can’t have that, then he’ll pull out reluctantly, but unload all over your face, chest, or nether bits to mark you as his.
D- Dirty Talk
The main thing you need to know is that Madara is dominant and enjoys teasing you, but ultimately he loves you, so he wouldn’t be too cruel. His dirty talk is heavily psychological. He knows you well and is such a master of words he doesn’t need (nor want) to use the most degrading terms to taunt you (unless you’re into that, but that isn’t his default state). Typically, the deep timbre of his voice, along with his observations on how you look eagerly taking his cock, making you repeat what you want him to do to you, and his praise for your performance are already pretty effectively at making you ache and plead.
E- Edging
Overstimulation is the name of his game. Orgasm denial is a favourite way he teases and exerts his control over your body without hurting you. He is patient. He can amuse himself with your body for hours and bring you to the brink of an orgasm and back off many times, leaving you begging pitifully for release before he finally allows you to finish. On other occasions, he is overly generous and provides too many orgasms, which also leaves you a writhing puddle of tears.
F- Facesitting/Facial
He enjoys getting covered in your juices. When you lose control and hump his face with enthusiasm, block his air with your crotch so that’s all he can see and smell, then leave his head drenched, he knows he did a great job. On the flip side, when he receives fellatio, he is open both to taking charge or allowing you to do your thing, depending on the mood of the day. If he doesn’t lose patience and decide he wants to fuck instead, he prefers you swallow his load. During oral sessions when he’s feeling especially possessive, he will mark you as his by finishing on your face as you open wide to show him just how willing you are.
G- Group Sex
Madara won’t share you. The intimacy you share took a long time to build and is very special to him. There is no way he will allow an outsider to intrude on it. The only gangbang you’ll ever experience will be with his clones.
H- Hickey
Despite his propensity towards marking you, he’s surprisingly tasteful about it. It must be due to his need for privacy. He doesn’t tend to leave suck marks on your neck where others can see them. He believes what you and him do in private is no one else’s business, so he only places his love marks where your clothes will hide them (unless one was left elsewhere by accident). They’re really only for his viewing pleasure.
I- Intimacy (how is he during the act?)
You’re the love of his life. He can be extremely tender and bare his heart to you during the act, from affectionate words and stares to gentle touches. He can be rough at other times, depending on his mood, but sex with Madara is always intense. His feelings for you can make him do some strange things though. Aside from his base Sharingan, which he frequently employs for its increased perception and to memorize every detail, he occasionally also uses his (not technically canon) Mangekyou ability to record and rewind the most intimate moments during sex, such as orgasms.
This doesn’t happen often either, but when he’s feeling especially soft for you, but passionate and dramatic, he may activate part of his Susanoo to protectively envelop you in his chakra while he rails you.
J- Jousting (can be a slang term for double penetration)
...Yeah he would. Why wouldn’t he? He likes pussy. And he likes ass. Why not plug both at the same time? Or two cocks in one hole if you’re into that? Clones are useful for more than just dancing. Toys may be employed to achieve double penetration as well. He’s open to experimentation if you’re willing and it doesn’t injure you.
Actually, this term is also used to refer to men charging at each other with their erections out. If his S/O was male, he’d be a lot more competitive than with a woman and would swordfight you, if only to demonstrate his mastery of kenjutsu. Don’t indulge him. Madara is insane and this kind of jousting will end with your dick broken.
K- Kinks
Bondage and BDSM, including temperature play (wax and ice), light spanking, restraints with gags and blindfolds, and possibly breath play (very carefully). He’s sensitive to your limits and how you’re feeling, respectful of the safe word, and appreciative of your trust to relinquish control to someone like him. He won’t betray your trust, but enjoys leaving you a babbling mess and will put you in your place if you’re being a brat.
Despite wanting to spank you a bit so he can watch your butt and boobs jiggle, he doesn’t strike you elsewhere (like the face). It’s just not what he’s into. His intention also isn’t to leave you feeling used or dirty, so despite teasing you constantly with his sinful words and the tools and toys of his kinks to get you worked up and embarrassed, he doesn’t humiliate you either.
L- Lube
He prefers not using lube for vaginal sex, but will if you really need it. Something about going natural and hearing that slick sound gets him going. He’s huge, so to ease his entry and prevent micro-tears to your insides, he’s willing to spend a lot of time on foreplay and getting you to a point where you’re so hot and bothered you’re just dripping with slick.
He will use lube for anal. No sense trying to shove a can dry up delicate hole like that. It’s painful for him too if there’s too much friction.
M- Maiesiophilia
Don’t know this word? I didn’t either before this post. Madara didn’t have a pregnancy fetish until you got heavy with his child and after he got over his old-fashioned beliefs about the risks of pregnancy sex. After that hurdle, the sexless months and sight of your body swelling with the product of your love got to him. It doesn’t matter if there is already a bun in the oven, he is somehow even more aroused when left with your naked, pregnant figure and he will continue to breed you, albeit much more gently.
He doesn’t have a preference for breast size, but seeing your tits plumped up makes his hands itch to fondle them, to your dismay. You have to remind him multiple times whenever you’re intimate of how tender they are. Once you give birth and start lactating, believe me, he’ll try out your dairy too, lactose intolerance be damned.
N- NO
He isn’t into scat. Madara also refuses to draw blood from you, so there will be no blood play unless it is natural via period sex. Otherwise, he’s open to trying almost anything, but he will never hurt you or force you into anything you don’t want to do.
O- Oral
He’s an excellent giver and knows your spots. He can be sweet and giving where he treats oral sex as an opportunity to drink his fill of you, but he has days when he’s an unhinged animal (and gross), where he relieves his craze through your body. Whether you were wet, dry (unlikely), or on your period, he will want to devour you completely and eat whatever comes out of your hole, juice, blood, clots, and all.
P- Position (Favourite)
Madara is very visual. He likes both when your back is completely exposed and vulnerable and positions where he can see your face (so he can watch the expressions he’s evoking and make you stare him in the eyes as he fucks you). Both your back exposure and prolonged eye contact, especially when he frequently activates his Sharingan during sex, are signs of trust to him. Madara would never admit how much he needs you to trust him.
Q- Quantity (how many partners did he have)
Not an excessive number, though he learned well from each of them. Madara is an emotional and intensely private person. It was rare for him to seek random sexual encounters despite not being against such a concept. Once he has sex with someone, he prefers seeking that same partner, even if he is only casually involved with them. But once he’s with you, his S/O, he’ll never let go. Sex is a way for him to connect with you not just physically, but on an emotional and spiritual level. He cares more about the quality of his partners and love making, not so much the quantity.
R- Racy Clothes
It’s hot when you wear lingerie for him, especially sexy lace body suits, even if he thinks your body is perfect as is and donning such skimpy clothing is a waste since he’s going to rip it off anyways. You learned quickly to only wear your best lingerie on days you believe he’s more civilized (he had you fooled).
He wasn’t thrilled when you expressed your desire to see him in male lingerie. At first he thought it was beneath his dignity, but for you, he wore the silly thing. The set you got him outlined his pecs, butt, and package deliciously. When he saw how excited you were, he obliged you several more times.
S- Spooning
In Madara’s opinion, an excellent position for anything. Sleeping, sex, aftercare, you name it, having you flush against his body is gratifying, particularly when you unknowingly wiggle your arse against his crotch . He prefers being the big spoon, but will enjoy being cradled when he’s tired and/or relaxed, as long as you don’t verbally acknowledge the position. Otherwise, he will just as quickly flip the script and have you back in his arms with a crotchety expression on his face.
T- Testicles
When it comes to receiving oral sex, Madara likes having you worship his scrotum as well. He loves when you want to lick him everywhere like he does to you and seeing how much of himself he can get inside your mouth. He can be a bit of a masochist and loves when you’re a bit rough in general, even with his sack.
He also likes when you’re on your back with your head hanging off the bed so he can throat fuck you properly. He knows you love the view from between his legs and having his massive balls smear all over your face, your legs spreading lewdly because you’re enjoying yourself so much, you wish you had another cock pounding your other holes.
U- Underwear
…He probably wears a fundoshi, or a loincloth. Think of a long piece of cloth twisted and tied up to look like a thong with/without a front panel. It’s probably uncomfortable, but he looks extremely hot.
V- Virginity (when/how did he lose it)
Like most people from his generation, he started things young. I want to say he first had sex at around 15 years old or so, but since it’s Madara, who was more preoccupied with training, fighting, protecting Izuna, and preparing to be the next clan leader, he might have been in his late teens when he lost his virginity.
Madara had been curious for a while even if he never acted on it. He didn’t want to sleep with a random member of the clan who was willing because he was the heir. And at his tender age, he wasn’t going to visit a brothel either. The opportunity to bed a civilian woman he found attractive came up naturally during a mission, when his teenage hormones were acting up after the adrenaline rush from the day wore off. It was a peaceful night when she showed him how to perform the dance of the flesh and the wonders of carnal pleasure on her bedroom futon.
W- Wildcard
He loves loves LOVES when you lick him clean after sex, especially if it involved vaginal penetration. He may be normally gruff, but he enjoys your aftercare too. Clearing your combined fluids from his cock with your tongue is such an intimate and submissive act, it makes him melt when he’s at his most vulnerable, which is after sexual intercourse. He also wouldn’t complain about seeing his cum on yet another part of you.
X- X-Ray (Dick HC)
Madara’s cock can look like anything you want (he is whatever size and shape you prefer) since there is nothing from canon to tell us about it. Except ONE thing:
Madara is basically a Japanese samurai with major superpowers. A Japanese man. According to my Google (re)search, male circumcision is extremely rare in Japan, with only around 1% to 9% of Japanese men being circumcised. Even if we use the higher end of this estimate, the vast majority of Japanese men today are uncut, and when we take into consideration how Madara came from an older generation, circumcision was even more uncommon. Thus, Madara is almost certainly uncut. QED.
So I can’t stop won’t stop writing about his foreskin in my smut. It’s weird to me that most writers don’t mention it at all, when there’s so much you can do to it. *salivates*
I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL (People from countries where circumcision isn’t the norm must think I’m nuts too✌🏻 ).
Y- Yielding (does he let you take control)
Madara is a control freak, but being his S/O means he trusts you too. He occasionally allows you to take the reins despite this being way less frequent than him being the dominant partner.
This is a different dynamic than when he is in charge (and you really are at his mercy) since he is physically much stronger and knows he can put an end to whatever you were trying on him if he wanted. He almost never does that though because it is entertaining and interesting for him to see what you come up with. Whenever he is in charge, Madara is aware of his strength and very careful with you. But if he decides to give you control, he generally lets you do whatever you want with him, encouraging you to be rougher with him because he can take it.
Z- Zzz (sleeping afterwards)
Madara doesn’t make love (or do anything) in a half-assed manner. Expect him to keep going until he’s satisfied after multiple rounds and you’re completely fucked out. This could take hours. This loving beast will only rest after he’s cleaned you up, ensured the surroundings are still safe, and that you’re okay and sound asleep.
Requests Are Open!
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This is the first time I'm opening requests for this new little blog, so I don't know what to expect. I'll try to get to them all depending on how many I get, but if there are too many, I'll choose the ones that interest me most. I'll close the requests if I feel overwhelmed. I might be slower with posting since there are a few things going on right now in life.
Rules (please read):
This is a Madara blog. The request must be related to him
Headcanons and scenarios only. You can do a generic ask too, but please no deep analyses. I'm not good at those
Can be SFW or NSFW. I write smut too
I don't ship Madara with anyone. If you ask for fluff or smut, it'll be with the Reader (I prefer writing Fem!Reader)
I like a softer or fluffier Madara sometimes too, but I won't turn him into a cute meow meow. That's not who he is to me
No incest, noncon, pedophilia, or abuse. If there's something else I won't write, I will tell you (don't worry, I'm nice)
You can include a line as a writing prompt or a reference from canon for me to refer to and I can try to work it in
Don't be afraid to be specific! If your ask isn't anonymous, I might contact you to elaborate or see if you want something in the scene specifically catered to your tastes if you're okay with it (don't worry, I'm pretty nice. I'm more nervous about this than you haha 🤣). If you're okay to be contacted, type 🥕 in your ask. Otherwise, I'll just interpret the request and do what I want
Oh boy. What's gonna happen?!
Hunger.
Summary: "Anything you want," Kabuto went on, "anything and we can —" “That is not what I need,” Madara said, eyes never leaving yours Warning: SMUT, 18+ Word count: 2177 A/N: Wrote this for a friend who was getting over covid for the second time, jfc. Love you!
He crept from his crate, a hand on the threshold, pulling himself from death and into mortality.
There he was, in front of you, towering and beautiful and alive.
Madara, Father of the Uchiha, God of shinobi.
“It worked,” Kabuto said, marveling at his work.
The cavern was grave silent as Madara took his first step into the world of the living, turning to survey you with blackened eyes. His presence was immense, weighing down the world. Instead of Kabuto, you were the one to step forward. Madara towered over you, the bangs of his gigantic mane falling over his face.
You swallowed, bowed. “My … my lord.”
Madara inclined his head, furrowing his brows.
“Are you in —“ You choked. “Are in need of … of sustenance?”
A second. Madara turned to you again. “… Sustenance.”
It was not a question; it was as if he spoke the word to experiment with it, mull over its meaning, its context. His eyes met yours again and went through you.
“Food,” You clarified. “Food, or — or water.”
“… No.”
“We are at your command, Lord Madara,” Kabuto said.
It irked you how familiar Kabuto was being. To use his name so freely …
“Anything you want,” Kabuto went on, “anything and we can —“
“That is not what I need,” Madara said, eyes never leaving yours.
Kabuto’s expression was inquisitive.
“Your name, what is it?” Madara asked you.
You perked, startled. You answered.
At last, Madara took his eyes off you, facing Kabuto now.
“Leave us.”
Not a question but a solid command. Kabuto straightened. You could feel him look at you but said nothing, heartbeat quickening with the tick of seconds. In your peripheral, all you could see was Kabuto poofing away, leaving the cavern even more eerie in its quiet.
You blinked furious at Madara, who hadn’t, you were sure, blinked once.
“I … I,” You struggled. “I am at your command, Lord Madara.”
A beat and then Madara “hmmed”.
“At my command,” he said as though he had never heard Kabuto repeat the same words. He stepped closer. “… That is good to know.”
“I —“
But whatever you were died away as, lightning-quick, Madara’s hand came behind your head, forcing you forward and crashing you to his lips.
Your yelp was bitten away by the force of his kiss. Something slithered and a second later you registered it as Madara’s tongue invading your mouth, weaving with yours before retreating so he might nibble at your lower lip. Your hands were frozen in the air —
He lingered as he pulled away. He met your eyes again — and something was different in his, wild, feral.
“Do you know how long it’s been … since I’ve had a woman?”
His hand snaked from your head to your waist, hoisting you up. With almost instinct, your legs went around him as he carried you to the center of the cavern, where a miniature mesa stood, rising from the ground-like mattress. Madara ravaged your neck, hands smoothing over and hooking under your thighs. You raved with his touch, overwhelmed by it all, sure that in some recess of your mind you were dreaming this and would soon wake up, body beaded with sweat and ruined sheets.
You were so sure of your lack of lucidity you did not notice Madara setting you down until the chill of the rock hit your open back. You gasped as Madara’s hand slipped underneath your trousers, past your panties, and delighted in the soaking wetness it found there.
Madara growled — a low, bestial sound. He pulled back with a soaked finger. A second gasp as he yanked your panties to your knees.
Madara looked down, worked his jaw.
“You asked if I required sustenance?” he began, gripping hard on your thigh. “I do — you shall be my meal.”
He kneeled. You swallowed your heartbeat as Madara yanked your panties to your ankles. He pulled your legs apart and leaned forward, giving your slit one experimental lick before fully breaching it to claim his prize.
You sounded out, fists clenched as the tip of Madara’s tongue tickled your clit. His tongue collected the wetness building at your opening, using it to further lather his tongue and bathe your clit. Your thighs clenched around his head, your hand going to unzip the front of your shirt to grip at your breasts, clench your hardened nipples.
“At last …” Madara said, the heat of his breath hitting your labia, “something worth returning for …”
His mouth came over your labia, sucking and kissing the flushed skin. He hummed, vibrations of his voice rendering you speechless. You felt him pull away, only to brush a thumb against your clit, partnered with the ever-present flick of his tongue. Your back formed a pronounced crescent as he pressed a finger into your opening, your wetness surely spilling over the calloused digit.
You could hardly breathe, legs growing slack; Madara Uchiha was making a meal out of you.
“Tell me, young one,” Madara began, voice noticeably huskier. “Would you like another?”
You gasped for air, desperate for air. “Y — Yes.”
“…Hm.”
A smack at your labia and you squeaked, flinching at the sudden attack.
“M — My lord!” You corrected. “Lord Madara, yes!”
And, once again, air left your lungs as Madara inserted not one but two new fingers into your opening, devouring your clit in his mouth.
Your eyes rolled. I’m so full …! You grasped for something to clutch but there was nothing there — until Madara gripped your hand and placed it at the crown of his head. You gripped, hard, at his tresses, pulling him farther into your wet pussy.
Madara’s pace became maddening, his tongue lapping endlessly at your aching clit. You felt your climax begin to climb, until —
“Aaaah! Ha— ahh!”
You clenched around Madara’s fingers, your clit becoming too sensitive to lick. You attempted to flinch away but Madara held you flat on the slab by your abdomen. You could do nothing but scream as Madara continued on finger fucking you, clit crying to be left alone.
You threw your head back, through with it all as, finally, Madara’s fingers retreated from inside you. He moved away. You lulled your head to the side, and when you opened your eyes he was looking down at you, savoring the taste of you still left to linger on his fingers.
A small, rumbling chuckle.
“I enjoy you,” he said.
You moved, hesitantly, to rise, but he stopped you. He was between your legs again but standing. He yanked your pants and underwear from the sag they rested at your ankles, threw them away. His hand reached up to unzip the rest of your top and your breasts spilled over the edges, leaving you only in your fishnet. You snaked out it, throwing the undergarment over your head, now completely bare before him.
Madara teased the skin of your stomach, swerving past your belly button.
“Sweet skin …” Madara hummed. He kneeled again, lips grazing against your knees, hands smoothing up and down your legs. “Yes, I’ve missed this; a fine specimen …”
Madara left soft kisses against your legs, in a surprising moment of gentleness. You were still reeling from the overstimulation Madara had afforded you, so much so you did not immediately register the loss of his hands and lips against your skin.
Until you opened your eyes and he was above you, shirtless, adorned in only trousers, and you realized time must have passed between your first blink and your last.
Madara reached down, crept a hand behind your neck to pull you forward. He came to sit beside you, hand creeping down his trail of dark abdominal hair into his pants, pulling forth his cock.
His eyebrows raised expectantly.
“Come.”
You stopped your gaping and followed. Nearly crawling into Madara’s lap, legs wrapped around his waist. His hand cupped the dip of your back to steady you.
Settling hands on his shoulders, you bit your lip; you did not know how wet you were, and even as Madara’s cock tickled the tip of your entrance, just the tip hinted at the pain that was to come.
You faced him apprehensively — and froze.
His eyes had never been so dark, expression so determined.
“Sit.”
Madara’s other hand came to grip the space married between your thigh and ass and sunk fingers into the flesh there. Once again, you obeyed; settling on his cock, easing onto his heated member.
“Aa … aaa … ahah!”
He bucked and you cried out, head flying back. You felt his cock invade, tear into your slick walls.
Madara pressed you farther into him, skin slipping on skin. A dark chuckle.
You wrapped hands around his neck, face hiding in the croak of his neck as you struggled to swallow his cock.
Madara had been as patient as he could manage; taking control of your hips, he guided you down, while also meeting your hips, beginning a rhythm you could only hope to soon grow accustomed to.
“Aah …!” You cried, mumbling in his neck, his locks tickling the skin of your nose. “My — my lord!”
Madara grunted, instructing your hips as he guided his own. “Go on, bite. Do you think you’ll hurt me? Foolish girl.”
You leaned forward, biting into the thick of Madara’s shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. Another grunt from him, this time through gritted teeth. For a while, he was the only one moving if at all, pulling you down on his length, until, on what must have been the umpteenth thrust, you felt pleasure begin to blossom in your inner core, and —
“Oh …” You furrowed your brows. “Ahhhh!”
You opened your eyes and noticed that, now, your hips were moving on their own. Grinding down on Madara’s cock, you used his shoulders to steady yourself as you rode him. You rocked your lower half into him, the harsh hair of his happy trail brushing against your flushed clitoris.
“Ah — oh! My — my lord — I — oh!”
“My name,” Madara hissed. “My name.”
“Madara!”
He raised, bringing you along with him. He was on his feet and, with all his strength, thrust mercilessly into you.
You screamed out. Elated with the privilege of saying your king’s name, you started chanting it, a string of praise on him and only him as you hung on for dear life. The Uchiha pounded you with all his might. You were arched back, delirious with pleasure — until Madara reached for your jaw, forced you to face him, eyes hot on yours as he set out his work.
You felt the familiar tightness in your core and fought against it, cried out against it; you did not want it to end, but you were so close —
Your eyes rolled. “Madara …!” You gasped out.
“Now,” he ordered. “Do it —“
Madara’s assault was without mercy, preening your orgasm from you by force. You screamed, shudders rocking your body. You were left suspended in Madara’s hold, overwhelmed as his hand reached your womanhood and snatched your clit from under its hood, toying with your nub —
“Ahh! Madara!”
Madara growled. In a hurry, he set you down, forced you to your knees.
Almost on instinct, a frightening hold on your subconscious, you opened your mouth. Madara’s thick cock found your mouth, your cheeks hollowing for him. You sucked, the veins of his cock thick against the corners of your lips — and were rewarded with a harsh groan. Madara’s hand buried in the forest of your hair, forcing you yet closer.
“Swallow it,” he ordered. “Swallow me.”
Still drunk from the waves of your orgasm, rivers of hot, salty seed filled your mouth. Madara hissed as he emptied into your eager mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed, in bliss as you drank him. Madara lessened his hold on your head and pulled back, and you stroked mercilessly what was no longer in your mouth, swirling his cum around your mouth with your tongue, savoring the taste of your king.
King.
“Yess …”
When you drank the last drop, you dared to fall back. You released Madara’s cock with a soft pop, eyes traveling up Madara’s majestic form to see his head hung, eyes closed shut, brows furrowed. He was slowly recovering from his own climax, and your eyes fluttered, amazed.
He was beautiful.
A million years later, Madara’s slit open, saw you underneath him. His face was calm again, having regained his composure.
This time, you did not wait to be commanded; you stood, only to come up to his chest.
He reached out a hand, and met the back of your neck, only bringing you yet closer.
“I’m keeping you,” he said. “You’re mine from this point forward.”
You blinked. Was this the best day of your life?
“… Really?’
Madara smirked. “Didn’t I say I enjoy you?”
You blushed, having forgotten that part.
“Summon him back,” Madara said. “There is still much that needs to be done.”
Madara come-hithered with his fingers and you stood. He turned his back to you, walking away, and you — as you expected to be doing for quite some time — followed.
hi! i don't know if you will read this but today is my birthday and i would like to make a request for a dirty - obscene madara that has blood kink (period blood) .
i hope you are well and have a nice day ❤️ your writing is always beautiful, ily
Dirty Blood Kink Madara Scenario
Madara was also requested to be horny and needy. *rubs my hands together.* Alright! I have my instructions! Hehehe thank you for this ask and the kind words. And happy belated birthday! I hope this short scene satisfies you.
Tags/warnings: 18+ NSFW, Madara x Fem!Reader, period sex including oral and vaginal sex, blood kink, somnophilia. No violence against the SO.
But come on, as if some blood would turn Madara off. Some people will find the bloody murder sex in this gross. You have been warned! (Mads was horny and didn't notice whatever menstrual product the SO was wearing, okay?) Words: 1540
Madara gazed down at the lush forests of Konoha from his mountaintop perch. The vast expanse of stars blinked like fireflies in the night sky, the sounds of nocturnal animals filled the warm air. His gaze fell on his home in the distance. It was good to be back.
It was a brutal mission spanning several weeks. No, he didn't enjoy the kills he inevitably had to make, but the enemies put up an excellent fight against him. What a battle the cumulation of this mission had been. Madara felt alive, the thrill of battle still thrummed wildly in his veins.
He stepped off the cliff and landed lightly on his feet whilst thinking of who was waiting for him at home. He couldn’t wait to see you. His woman. He needed to fuck.
It was protocol for shinobi to report to the Hokage tower upon returning from missions, but Madara could care less about the rules. He had to see you first if he was to remain civil with whoever he was obliged to deal with next. Besides, who was going to enforce the 'rules' on him? Everyone knew strength ruled in this world. The fool Hashirama wasn't going to pester him for going home to see you first and Tobirama could kiss his ass. If Tobirama took issue (he will), Madara was convinced the younger Senju must just be jealous that the Uchiha was going to have a better night than he.
With the easy decision made, Madara dashed through the empty streets, the summer breeze in his hair elevating his high spirits. He was alive. His senses prickled with awareness of his surroundings. There was a cat stalking a rodent in the alleyway around the corner. A drunkard stumbled down another. Thousands of nameless shinobi and civilians alike slept blissfully in their own beds. He sensed your presence before he arrived at his destination. Taking a well-practiced route that took him directly to his bedroom, he landed silently on the roof and was through the window instantly in a flurry of smooth motions.
Madara paused.
He was filthy, covered in the viscera of his foes. He was bloodied himself, with dirt matting his hair and his clothes torn. He was a hot mess and loved every second of it. He thought of you again －your gentle curves, the arch of your spine when you moaned and tried to take him deeper. Your voice as you found release. He longed to fuck you right now, but it felt wrong, sullying, to be in your presence and smearing the filth of others onto your body if he took you now.
His gaze landed on a lump in his massive bed. You were tangled in the sheets and fast asleep, completely unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows. His expression softened, though his cock throbbed from thinking about your body. He thought of you again, of your bright eyes and smile whenever you saw him return home as you ran to greet him at the door. He almost growled out loud, but managed to contain himself. He made quick work of tossing his ruined garments and cleansing himself for you before he joined you in bed.
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Madara nearly laughed as he explored your pliant body. Were you really a kunoichi? You were such a deep sleeper you haven’t even stirred despite how he handled you. He copped a feel of your squishy tits and wrapped his arms around your limp form to snuggle you. He sighed. How he missed this these past weeks.
His cock twitched again when he caught the scent of your hair. It was something lightly floral. He needed more of your body.
Upon feeling your ring around his probing fingers, he hissed. Only a few weeks apart and you were already this tight. He couldn’t wait to get inside you. Madara kept scissoring his fingers into your soft hole, pressing his nose to your neckline and inhaling hungrily. He missed everything about you greatly.
He wanted to be gentle…but now was not the time. Your runny slick provided ample lubrication and though he was large, you would be able to take him. He pulled his digits from your opening, only to be hit by the pungent smell of iron.
What’s this?
Excitement clouded his mind as he realized you were menstruating. The rabid Uchiha lapped up the fluids coating his digits before rational thought could stop him. The taste of blood filled his mouth, almost like he was still in battle. He groaned, fisting his steel cock as he debated whether to plunder his conquest now or to eat it first. Your essence was absolutely delicious.
He needed more of you. He got between your legs and gently eased them apart, then started feasting. Soon, the exquisite mixture of your arousal and blood flowed as he got you wetter and wetter. What could make one feel more alive than this, being surrounded by his woman’s pussy slick and her essence of life?
He buried his tongue to the hilt up your sheath. He relished the metallic tang and silken slime melting on his tongue as he kept drinking. Your fluids slid down his jaw and crept between the crack of your bum, soaking into the snow white silk of the sheets. A problem for tomorrow.
“Mada?” You jerked awake in alarm before feeling the familiar signature of your love’s powerful chakra. You could barely make out his shape in the darkness, but you knew it was him. You felt his excitement buzzing in the air.
"Shhh." He reassured you that everything was okay and flicked that sinful tongue on your clit before diving back into you to taste and smell your blood surrounding him.
The fog was slow to clear from your mind (some ninja you were). He wasn't expected to be home tonight, the mission ended early? Then again, it was very like Madara to make sure his enemies were thoroughly vanquished so he could rush home to you sooner.
You remembered it was the heaviest day of your period and clenched your thighs around Madara’s spiky head. The naughty, taboo act was embarrassing, but even you couldn't deny his skill. He eased the cramping and discomfort of your monthly.
Your lover kissed his way up your abdomen to capture your lips and share his delight. "Missed you," he whispered.
You didn't enjoy the taste of blood like he did, but you dreamed of being back in his arms for weeks. You returned his delicate kiss, matching it when it turned feverish. A hard length prodded your rear and you shifted to line up with it.
He buried himself in a single lunge. Your frame tensed, but the shock of the stretch passed quickly and pure euphoria set in. Bracing yourself up on your elbows, you urgently threw your hips back onto his in a sloppy meeting. The two of you moved as one. He gently palmed your face and stroked your cheek, despite the need in his own expression. Faster and faster he threw himself into you and you responded by grinding hard on him with a shudder.
Madara growled and pulled you to your knees with animalistic hunger, the bottom half of his face stained with a runny crimson, stabilizing himself on the headboard with one fist as he kept up his brutalizing pace. He was more beast than man right now. You squealed when he dragged across your sweet spot, making your fluids squelch with every thrust.
Your fingers caressed along his plundering shaft and made their way up your drooling slit to find your nub. You stroked yourself while he pounded you from behind for what felt like an eternity. He finally tensed, grabbing your hips to bury himself fully before shuddering. Your inner thighs that were already soaked in fluid were soiled by the rivulets of hot cum leaking from your tired, overstuffed snatch. The cooling liquids on the sheets were cold against your overheated skin.
His eyes were closed when he filled your core. A low, vibrating moan made its way from his throat, which could be felt against your back. Madara’s hands were everywhere -he petted between your legs and stroked down those limbs and back up to your hips. He licked your earlobes and brought his hands up to wrap around your waist to give you a hard squeeze before fondling your chest and wrapping a paw around your throat. He kissed you passionately, your tongues sparring once more as the sun rose to welcome a new day.
Daylight penetrated through the edges of the curtains to illuminate the room. The aftermath of the night looked like a crime scene. Your naked bodies and faces were covered in palm-width streaks of blood. Hand prints adorned the headboard, the fingerprints clearly discernible between each stain. Thank goodness the headboard was dark leather. It should be washable. The space you were lying on was drenched with dried, dark red pools across the entire bed at crotch level.
You giggled. You love Madara, but he only thinks with his dick once the hormones start running. What were you going to do with your ruined bed sheets and mattress?
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.
hii, can i request noncon madara capturing tobiramas virgin daughter during a battle and then using her as his personal slave? sorry if this isnt a request you're comfy writing !
tw: noncon, age difference, size difference, kidnapping, enslavement, abuse, breeding, rough sex, degradation, sadism
All characters depicted are 18+
There are very few people that Madara can claim to loathe with his entire being, but if he had to pick one person, it would be Tobirama Senju. Not only had the man constantly discriminate against his clan, but he was also responsible for Izuna's death. Now Madara wants vengeance, and he already has the perfect plan to make Tobirama feel the same pain as him.
During the Uchiha's next battle against the Senju, his main target is not Tobirama, but his daughter, and capturing such a weak girl is almost laughably easy. Madara thinks it's only fair, Tobirama stole someone he loved, and now Madara will steal somebody he loves.
Despite his stoney face, internally Madara feels as giddy as a child on Christmas morning, he now has his hands on not only Tobirama's daughter but Hashirama's niece as well, and he has complete and total power over her, and he plans on using that to his full advantage.
Once he has her in his grasp, Madara will do everything in his power to strip her of all her human dignity, stripping her of her clothes, slapping her around, and treating her like less than dirt, tearing her apart with his harsh words and razor sharp tongue as he makes use of her.
"Shut your mouth you Senju whore. This is what you deserve for having such tainted blood running through your veins, so be quite before I rip your tongue out."
Madara is very rough with his newly acquired slave, holding her down roughly with his bigger body, using his full weight to force her thighs against her chest as he ruthlessly claims her virginity, almost animalistic with the intensity he employs as he breeds her.
He is a much bigger and stronger man than most, so Madara can easily hold her down or lift her up as he takes advantage of her. He'll twist and bend her body in uncomfortable positions to increase her pain and his own pleasure. Madara doesn't care about her comfort, he believes that she deserves every bit of suffering she gets for daring to be a Senju.
Madara doesn't just use her for sex, but for labor as well, making her do demeaning tasks such as cleaning the blood off his weapons and armor whenever he returns from another one of his "dances", he'll even gloat to her during this, telling her with relish about how the very blood she's cleaning off of him is the blood of her fellow clansmen.
Whenever Madara is done with her, he leaves her broken and bruised everytime, his seed leaking out of her holes and her body trembling in equal parts fear and pain. Madara enjoys her pain, knowing that he's not only hurting the girl herself, but her father as well by proxy.
"Does it hurt? Good. That's just a fraction of the suffering your damned father caused me when he killed my brother. Get used to it, bitch. This is your life now..."
Madara sees this as a twisted form of justice in a way. Tobirama took a family member from him, so Madara will simply make himself a new one, and he'll use that Senju bastard's own flesh and blood to do so, the thought of having a half Senju child both disgusting and exciting Madara.
❤️ Love ur blog! Mayhaps Madara with a senju captive (f) that is insanely feisty? Like, will not stop insulting, kicking, scratching, biting, or generally fighting him at every step.
tw: noncon, kidnapping, size difference, biting, muzzling, bondage, petplay elements, breeding, degradation, misogyny, spanking
All characters depicted are 18+
Madara is used to dealing with feisty prisoners, and he's also used to dealing with captive Senjus, but when he's forced to handle a prisoner who's both a Senju and a fighter, Madara can feel his patience slipping with every slap and kick she aims at him.
Madara Uchiha is not a man known for his patience and leniency, so he's not going to try and negotiate with her, instead he'll just tie her up. He'd think that would be the end of it, but when she starts biting him due to her lack of unbound limbs, and that's enough to make Madara snap.
Having enough with her biting, Madara will force a muzzle over her mouth, and since she's so insistent on acting like a feral animal, he'll collar her too, which just adds to her degradation and his feelings of superiority over her.
But when she still thrashing despite the futility of it given her bound, muzzled, and collared state, Madara decides that she needs a new correction, she needs to be beaten down into submission, just not with his fists...
"Stupid Senju bitch. If you're going to act like a wild animal, then I'm just going to have to breed you like one..."
Madara is especially brutal now that his patience has been drained, yanking the collar on her neck harshly as he slaps her ass and pounds into her, showing her what happens to disobedient women who try and fight against superior men.
He won't stop until every ounce of her resistance has completely disappeared, he doesn't care if takes him minutes or hours on end, Madara is going to fuck the disobedience out of his feisty prisoner no matter how long it might take.
Madara is a very big and strong man, even without the restraints he can easily hold the thrashing girl down and pound into her, his larger body engulfing hers entirely as he fills her with his thick cum over and over again.
By the time Madara is finished with her she'll be leaking his cum from her pussy and ass, her backside covered in red handprints and her neck bruised from how roughly he was pulling the leash on her neck, Madara will be very satisfied, both with her current surrendered state and with the fact that he was able to release some of his growing arousal.
"There. This is what happens to disobedient Senju dogs who like to bite and scratch, they get properly tamed by their masters."
Madara is going to leave her tied up after that, even if her resistance has melted away completely, he wants his new stress relief toy tied up and available for when he comes back from putting even more of her clan members in the ground.
I just read your sexually abusive bf sasuke post and oml that made me feel smth. I was wondering if you could write something like that for Madara, Indra or kawaki. Please feel free to just do one of them, no need to do all unless you want to :) I hope you have a great day loves 🫶🫶
tw: noncon, abusive relationships, misogyny, age difference, breeding, dehumanization, neglect, possessiveness, emotional abuse
All characters depicted are 18+
Madara doesn't have a girlfriend or lover, he has a novelty, a womb with legs, a breeder. Nothing more nothing less. She is so far beneath him that he might as well be a superior species to her, and he treats her accordingly.
He rarely spends any time with her, having a myriad of more important things to attend to aside from humoring the worthless affections of some silly lass, but when he is around her, he isn't very pleasant to say the least, figuratively and literally keeping her at arms length unless he wants a certain something from her, that something being the only thing he ever wants from her, the only reason he keeps her around.
Being the head of the Uchiha clan, he's almost always either out on the battlefield or training himself half to death for his next battle, so Madara gets very worked up and stressed, and when he's pent up, all Madara wants to do is squeeze his favorite stress toy until she pops.
Her consent and feelings are less than irrelevant to Madara, she is his property, and that means he is allowed to do whatever he wants with her, including but not limited to filling her up with his offspring.
"Stop moving so much, you mewling quim. You're just a tool to me, and tools don't cry and struggle against their owners..."
On the rare occasion that he puts aside time for her, that time will be spend either degrading her, trying to impregnate her, or both at the same time. He'll spend hours on top of her and bullying her poor womb with with his cock, not stopping until he is absolutely certain that he's successfully knocked her up.
If Madara ever does take her out on a 'date', it'll only be after much pestering from her and for the sole purpose of showing off his property to the less fortunate men of the village. He'll keep his hands on her to make sure she doesn't wander off like a wayward child, whether it be an arm around her waist or shoulder or even a hand gripping her ass, signalling to everyone that she's Madara's bitch.
Despite his habit of showing her off, Madara doesn't let her around anybody besides himself, not even letting her near people trusted by him such as Izuna and Hashirama, it isn't because he doesn't trust them, it's because he doesn't trust her. She was a lowly stray slut before he so graciously tamed her, and once a slut always a slut.
If she ever dares to try and leave him, be it due to falling out of love or just plain old self preservation, Madara won't physically stop her at first, instead he'll attack her with his words, picking at her insecurities and keeping her in line with his words better than any fist ever could.
"You want to leave me? Fine then, go back to being an unloved little harlot, see if I care. You don't deserve all of my love and care anyway..."
Madara isn't a bad boyfriend to her at all, because he doesn't even consider himself to be her boyfriend at all, he's her handler, and she's just an unruly mutt who needs him far more than he needs her.
tw: noncon, abuse, power imbalance, master/pet, degradation, possessiveness, collars
Indra isn't as cruel as his reincarnation, but he's still very cold, and views herself as being far above a pitiful little human like her, he sees her as a pet, a pet he takes care of, but still a pathetic little kitten regardless.
He doesn't start off too bad, while he's still possessive and forceful, he still dotes on his pet in his own distant way, petting her hair and graciously forcing allowing her to sit on his lap, and he'll even gift her a lovely collar that symbolizes their strange union. Although the peace won't last very long...
When his father unexpectedly makes Asura the head of the clan instead of him like he had anticipated, Indra is enraged, believing that his dimwitted younger brother has stolen his rightful position out from under him, and he is in dire need of someone to take his anger out on.
Indra's sudden turn from coldness to red hot anger is as jarring as it is terrifying, his Sharingan glowing a bright ruby color as he holds her down, his face etched into a scowl as he forces her to bare the brunt of his fury.
"Don't resist me, stupid girl. You're my pet and it's your job to keep me happy, and I am the furthest thing from happy in this moment, so do your job, now."
After that day any semblance of fondness that Indra had for her is seemingly gone. He still keeps her around, but he no longer pats her head or acts affectionately, instead yanking on her leash harshly whenever he wants her close and forcing her to service his erection whenever the urge strikes him.
He doesn't let her out of his sight either, Indra doesn't want her to be around anyone except for him, especially not wanting her near his father or that damn Asura. She's like a consolation prize for him in a way, Asura might have gotten the position of their father's succesor, but Indra got the most perfect toy in the world.
Indra also won't be as forgiving of disobedience from her as he used to be, in the past he would simply lecture her or give her a slap on the wrist if she went against him, but now if she steps out of line his punishments will be much more swift and brutal, be it a slap across the face or a harsh face-fucking.
If she ever tries telling him that she wants to leave him, Indra will show some mirth for the first time in a while by laughing at her, although it's more of a mocking laugh than a happy one, letting her know that leaving him isn't an option for her.
"You're leaving? Oh how funny, but you seem to have forgotten something, little one. I own you, and you are never leaving me unless it's in a casket."
Indra is nothing short of cruel towards her, but the Otsutsuki doesn't see it that way, he truly believes that the way he treats her is justified because he loves her, because he owns her, and that means he can do whatever he wants with her.
tw: noncon, abuse, threats, semi-public sex, possessiveness, jealousy, victim blaming, noncon kissing
Kawaki actually makes a semblance of an effort to be an actual boyfriend, but he doesn't fully understand how to be one, he thinks that being someone's boyfriend just means having someone he can kiss and order around and nothing more, so that's how he approaches it.
He doesn't try to be mean, but she's always pushing his buttons, trying to hang out with other people that aren't him and not putting out for him, so he sees ever instance of her raising his hand or berates her as completely justified, she's being a bad girlfriend.
Despite how he acts, he doesn't hate her, but she's just so annoying and ungrateful, hardly worthy of all the love he's pouring into her, but he does love her quite a bit, but he isn't able to express those feelings without force and violence due to her tumultuous past.
His gruff disposition will give way to anger when he sees her talking to other men, Kawaki is paranoid when it comes to the people he claims to love, and seeing his girlfriend talking to other guys when she already has him just amplifies these feelings. Why does she always have to be such a bitch? Such a bad, bad girlfriend?
"Who the hell was that? Do you like him more than me? Huh?! If you really love me so much then stop being so damn cold to me and prove it for once.
Kawaki will take her right then and there. She doesn't love him enough to put out, he'll just take what he wants. Fucking is what boyfriends and girlfriends who love each other do, and he's going to fuck her extra hard so she can feel the full depth of his feelings for her.
He's incredibly rough out of both anger and inexperience, he'll try to make up for his harshness in a way by kissing her, but Kawaki is a bad kisser too, his teeth slamming against hers as he presses his lips onto her own, nearly choking her when he forces his tongue down her throat, his bad kissing just makes the entire experience worse for her rather than acting as a band aid solution to his harsh thrusts.
After their 'first time', Kawaki takes that as meaning that their relationship is good and healthy again. Couples are supposed to kiss and have sex all the time, that's the entire point, so he has no idea why she's crying. Maybe she's just shy, or maybe she's just trying to play the victim and make him feel like a bad partner.
Kawaki won't take her seriously if she says she wants to break up, dismissing her words as stupid empty threats, but if she persists, he'll get mad, threatening her with a fate worse than death if she talks like that ever again.
"What?! Leaving me?! Pssh, don't be stupid, if you talk that nonsense again then I'll just send you to the same place I sent Lord Seventh..."
Kawaki doesn't try to be a mean boyfriend, but his intentions don't match his actions in the slightest, but he still tries to justify it regardless, he's trying to be nice, but she just makes it so hard for him.
Helloooo! This is my first time requesting something like this so im super nervous .. but do you think you could write something along the lines of madara niece getting married of to him and them consummating (getting freaky deaky) the wedding? Its okay if not, i love your work! ^_^
tw: incest, uncle/niece, noncon, forced marriage, age difference, misogyny, breeding, size difference, cumflation
All characters depicted are 18+
Madara doesn't care about romance in the slightest, much less marriage. He can appreciate taking a woman's body as a spoil of war, but other than that he couldn't care less about such tedious distractions such as women. But as little thought as he puts into the matter, the fact remains that Madara will need an heir soon as head of the Uchiha Clan, and there is only one suitable candidate for birthing his sons.
Madara isn't incredibly close with his niece, he doesn't hate her, but he isn't exactly a doting uncle either. Most of his memories of his niece are of her as a small and meek thing, hiding behind her father Izuna's leg and clinging to her mother's skirt, but now that she's grown older, she has become an attractive young woman, the spitting image of her late father, his precious younger brother, so Madara decides to kill two birds with one stone.
Forcing her hand in marriage is almost top easy, the girl's mother has been in disarray since her husband's death, so the woman sees her only daughter getting married as a good thing for the clan. Even if Madara is the girl's uncle, he is without a doubt the most suitable male for her out of every man in the Uchiha clan, or at least that's the point he'll hammer in.
His niece isn't terribly happy when she receives the news that she'll be getting married, what's worse is that she gets this shocking news at the very last minute, as Madara doesn't even think to tell her about their unconventional 'engagement' until the very day right before their so-called wedding, and he definitely won't be sympathetic to her hysterical woman tears.
"Enough or your shrieking, girl. I've already made my decision and it is final. If you can't even do something as simple as rearing a few children for our clan, then you don't deserve to be called an Uchiha."
The wedding isn't exactly a large one, it'd just the two of them, not even the mother is allowed to attend her own daughter's 'wedding', Madara doesn't need two crying women ruining his special day. The wedding kimono suits his adorably homely niece rather well, but Madara thinks it would suit her much better on his bed, so suffice to say that the marriage ceremony will be rather quick.
Once it's finally done, Madara will practically drag her to his chambers, his cock unbearably hard beneath his wedding robe, he never thought he'd ever be so excited about sinking his cock into a wet cunt, but his niece's tight little Uchiha pussy is just too much of a tempting forbidden fruit for him to resist sinking his teeth into. While his main goal is reproduction, Madara will also be after his own pleasure during this act of consummation.
Madara's cock is long and thick, stretching her virgin walls before he then gets it halfway inside, and when he finally rams his thick meat into her, his leaking tip will immediately and mercilessly bash into her cervix like a battering ram, it would be next to impossible for her to get thoroughly knocked up due to how deeply Madara is penetrating her fertile cunt.
Madara doesn't take any half measures, he wants her swollen with his seed, with his offspring, and he's not going to achieve that by just one measly orgasm inside of her, he's going to cum inside of her as much as possible, fucking his superior seed into her until her flat tummy becomes bloated with the sheer amount of cum that Madara has dumped into her, and even then he's not going to stop enjoying his niece-wife for quite some time.
"Stupid girl, don't pass out on me just yet, weakling. It's only been four rounds and you're already whining and leaking? Pathetic. How did I get burdened with such a weak niece..?"
Madara's opinion on sex won't change too much even after having his way with his new 'wife', but now he's able reach a conclusion; he doesn't have any need for other women and their holes now, since his niece is the only set of holes Madara can imagine himself using for the foreseeable future.