#Madara Uchiha 18+

[derangederensimp]

Naruto Shippuden One Shot Kinktober

#26 Sensory Deprivation and temperature play with Madara Uchiha x Fem Reader

CW: Temperature play with candles and ice, Size kink, Sensory Deprivation (sight), pet names, slapping, mating press, breeding kink, Creampie

See artwork at end of fic. Had to include this fanart because hot DAMN

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“You like watching don’t you? That’s so bad tonight you won’t be able to” Madara’s low voice echoing from the high ceilings in your house. He pulled out a red silk blindfold draping it over your eyes and tying it behind your head, swiping down your hair not to pull on it. “No fun” you pouted out your lip, his presence all together disappearing, his footsteps fell silent. You had no idea where he stood anymore and reaching your hands out to try to reach out you felt nothing.

“Looking for me sweetheart” you heard him from both directions, your head turning to try to distinguish where he was standing.

“Over here” he said, kissing at the back of your neck. Your hand reaching back to feel his hair, he let you stroke his hair a few times before pulling away. The next time you felt him his hands were on your thighs pushing you legs apart, his cold fingers running up your thighs making you bite down on your lip sending shivers down your spine. He loved how blushed your cheeks got every time he touched you.

Getting on to his knees he put an ice cube into his mouth, pulling your top up to expose your breasts, resting his chilled fingers on you before groping at your soft warm skin. Letting out a soft moan from your lips, you could hear Madara lolli out his tongue preparing yourself for what was to come.

His cold tongue flicked at your nipple making it harden from the temperature. Taking an ice cube and rubbing it down your thighs as he kept at your nipple. Suckling it into his mouth, he kept pushing the ice with his tongue to make contact with your nipple. He loved the way you squirmed under his control. You grabbed onto his hair softly tugging it as the feeling was driving you crazy, the spot between your legs growing hotter and hotter as the sensation from cold went to warm. You heard him swallow the rest of the ice.

Then his touch disappearing once again making you whine, your cunt was begging to be wrapped around something but he was teasing. A game you hated, the next feeling you felt was something hot, not too hot to burn you but a soothing warmth, his hands rubbing whatever the substance was into your thighs. “M-Madara” you chanted, no response his touches fading. “Madara, please just touch me” you begged.

Something he couldn’t resist for long was your begging, how whiny your voice sounded saying his name, he watched your body twitch and the way you rubbed your thighs together clenching them to give you some type of pressure. “So impatient” He said, pouring some of the warm wax down your chest. He let it sit a few seconds before he rubbed it into your skin, his big hands circled around your breasts cupping them. You felt his face nudged between them “You smell and look delicious, I could just lick you all night”

His tongue flicking at your nipple while the other hand pinched your nipple between his fingers. “M-more please” you huffed out. Trying to hide the tone of impatience. He pinched your nipple harder “you think your ready for me?” He teased. His hand moving to your thigh tapping it to make you open them for him.

You did so eagerly, his large fingers slipping between the folds of your cunt, setting his thumb on your clit while his fingers spread around your slick. Moaning out his name, biting your lip to not be too loud. “I want to hear you y/n” Madara demanded. He shoved two of his fingers inside making you cry out “much better” he praised you.

Hooking his fingers inside your cunt squeezed his large fingers, his thumb pushing against your clit. Pumping his fingers in and out he observed you get wetter and wetter. The lewd sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your tight cunt was like music to his ears along with your moans. “That’s it sweetheart, just like that. You want to cum on my fingers don’t you” the way his voice sounded drove you insane.

“Please” you begged again. Your thighs beginning to shake as the knot in your stomach tightened. His fingers moving faster and faster, you could feel that he rested his head on your thigh. The knot in your stomach snapping, cumming all over his fingers. “Good girl” he praised, taking his fingers out he brought them to his lips licking them clean before standing up. If only you could see his cock dripping with pre, the tip red with intisaption. He picked you up from the couch, throwing you over his shoulder walking towards the bedroom. Slapping your ass with an open palm, chuckling when you giggled at the pain.

Setting you down onto the plush mattress you were quick to embrace him, his body hovering over yours resting his head into the crook of your neck giving small short kisses making his way to your lips. He pushed his tongue through your mouth pushing your tongue around exploring your mouth. A soft moan dying on his tongue as he smirked. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your thigh, you never could get over the size which is why he insisted on lots and lots of prep.

Parting your legs with his knee you kept your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. “You ready?” He kissed your ear. “Mhm” you hummed your response. Kissing his neck softly before you bit into the spot making him groan.

He aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance slipping it between your folds. Pressing it against your clit to see you hold your mouth agape. He inched himself inside letting your body adjust to him already moaning from just the tip a smirk growing across his lips “take a deep breath for me” Madara said, you did as you were told trying to get your body to relax around him. Once the squeezing of your cunt stopped he pulled out before pushing back inside, filling you to your hilt.

Putting his arm behind your back he brought your body to his, your breasts bounced against his chest as he pumped in and out. His naming rolling off the tip of your tongue each time his cock rubbed against your gspot, soon enough your thighs were shaking, tears spilling out of your eyes as he kept pulling out right before you came. The fourth time he decided to let you cum “go on, cum on my cock y/n” Madara grunted. Your body shock under his while he pressed his lips against yours letting you ride out your high. Once your cunt stopped pulsating he pulled out to change positions.

Pushing your legs to your chest he positioned himself above you, his legs on either side of you he kept his hands on your thigh to stabilize himself. You were fucked out of your mind, your body still running off the high of the orgasm he just gave you and it was his turn to get his climax.

Aligning himself up before he shoved himself inside, the tip kissing your cervix entrance over and over again making you scream out his name. Your mind going blank as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pure ecstasy. “F-fuck y/n. Your pretty pussy will be the death of me” Madara groaned. His pace picking up he could feel his release coming fast.

“C-can’t wait till your round with my babies, our little Uchiha’s” he grunted in between moans. His thrusts becoming sloppy as he came hard into you. Filling you up completely he watched as his cum seeped out of your cunt. Gathering what he could in his fingers and pushing it back inside.

He laid beside you, chests heaving together pulling you into his arms holding you tight. Planting kisses all over your cheek, he rubbed at your legs to relieve some of the soreness you were bound to have. “Think this one will be the one” he hummed into your neck. “But if not then we will keep going at it till you are with my child” Madara cooed. A smile on your face already knowing the result to the next test would be positive.

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[ladykissingfish]

*Madara and Hashirama, taking Izuna and Tobirama to a pumpkin patch*

Madara: Geez, will you two hurry it up already?!

Hashirama: Madara. Come on, we talked about this, didn’t we? This is their first time here, they’re excited, so let them take their time picking out a pumpkin.

*the two lean against a fence, watching as Tobirama and Izuna walk slowly up and down rows of pumpkins, stopping to inspect different ones*

Madara: You realize we could have just gotten them large pumpkins from the market, probably at half the cost of what they charge here?

Hashirama: That’s not the point, love. Picking out your own pumpkin on a farm like this just … it has a different flavor to it, that’s all. Let them enjoy themselves. And anyway what are you in such a hurry to leave for? It’s such a gorgeous day! Almost perfect.

Madara: It’s barely 50 degrees and cloudy. How is that perfect?

Hashirama: Perfect fall weather! And besides … I know you don’t like to talk about this but you know that Tobi and Izu really like each other. But Tobi is so shy around him … spending time at places like this is nice for them.

Madara: *sighs* I know, I know. But they’re too young to date; if I see your brother pull anything I’ll break his hand.

Hashirama: You sure are a romance-killer, aren’t you?

Madara: Izuna is my most precious treasure. You think I’m gonna let just anyone take him from me? 

Hashirama: Is he going to be saying the same thing, when I marry you and take you away, mm? *playfully kisses along Madara’s neck*

Madara, blushing: S-stop it, pervert. And I’m not so easily won. You’re going to have to go a long way to convince me that a Senju is worthy of the hand of the mighty Madara Uchiha.

Hashirama: *whispering in Madara’s ear* Funny because your hand isn’t the part of you I’m most interested in ~

*the two make out for a while, until Izuna comes running up to them lugging a huge pumpkin*

Izuna, to Madara: Big brother! I found the best one! It has no spots on it and it’s perfectly round on all sides!

Madara: You certainly picked a big one, didn’t you? Where’s Tobirama?

Izuna: His is so big he can barely lift it!

Madara: I’ll go help him. You wait here with Hashirama. *walks off*

Hashirama: Hey, how about after this you and your brother come back to our house? We can carve the pumpkins and make some snacks and —

Izuna, voice deepening, eyes glowing red: Listen Senju, I don’t care what you do in private but when we’re in public, you won’t be groping and kissing on my brother like that, you got it?! Have some respect for the Uchiha image, asshole. 

Hashirama: I — I —

Izuna: And another thing, slow the hell down. We’re breaking tradition because I’M going to marry Tobirama BEFORE you get married to my brother. Another ten years and he’s mine. Don’t you dare try and upstage our wedding or … *the two tomoe in his eyes swirl in a circle* You will pay. Got it?

Hashirama: G-got it …

*Madara and Tobirama walk up, Madara carrying Tobirama’s pumpkin*

Madara: I think these guys found the biggest pumpkins on this whole farm. Let’s go pay for these then head out of here. We — Hashirama, what’s wrong?? You look like you saw a ghost!

Hashirama, stuttering while glancing nervously at Izuna: I-it’s nothing. M-Madara. J-just a little c-cold is all.

Madara: *moves toward him* Here, let me help you warm up and —

Hashirama: NO! I mean, I’m okay. Er, here … *hands Madara his wallet* You go pay for their pumpkins … I’ve gotta visit the bathroom really quick … *runs off*

Tobirama: Nii-san is acting very strangely. Maybe I should go check on him …

Izuna: I know what will help … do your transformation jutsu and pretend you’re me. When he figures out you fooled him he’ll laugh and feel better!

Tobirama: Good idea … *henges into Izuna* Be right back.

*a few minutes later, blood-curling screams are heard from the bathroom area and Madara and Izuna look to see Hashirama running full-speed from the “fake” Izuna*

Madara: My goodness, Senju’s are certainly strange.

Izuna, grinning: Agreed.

[rainbowfey]

Day 18: "Did you plan for this to happen?"

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Tobirama eyed the street curiously but he couldn’t make out yet where Hashirama was heading. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair and he blinked when a strand of silver hair fell into his eyes. He brushed it to the side, taking only half a second but that short moment had apparently been long enough for his brother to get quite a bit ahead. Hashirama had come to a halt a couple of meters away, waving Tobirama closer excitedly, a big smile on his face. “We’re there,” Hashirama called out to him loud enough that half the residents of the narrow buildings surrounding them must have heard him. Tobirama had to stifle a laugh when he saw that Hashirama was almost jumping, seemingly not able to contain his excitement for the dinner awaiting them. He impatiently waited for Tobirama to catch up to him and Tobirama quickened his pace.

Earlier that day, Tobirama had decided on finally doing some chores that he couldn’t procrastinate any longer and he had just begrudgingly turned towards his washing machine when suddenly the door bell rang. More than happy about the distraction he had hurried to get to the door, only to face a beaming Hashirama who grabbed him and pulled him out of his apartment without any further explanation. Usually, Tobirama wasn’t the biggest fan of surprises but since the washing machine was still waiting for him, he had been grateful for the unexpected visit and was keen to accompany Hashirama with whatever shenanigans he was up to this time.

Only after they had already been halfway there, Tobirama had been able to find out where they were going. He did have a moment of hesitation when Hashirama told him that they both had been invited to a small event. Of course, Hashirama hadn’t bothered to tell Tobirama any details except for that Uchiha Izuna had been the one to invite them. Upon hearing this, Tobirama hadn’t been entirely sure about the whole thing since he didn’t know Izuna all that well but of course Hashirama had insisted on going together. And as always, Hashirama had gotten his way.

When Tobirama caught up to his brother, he noticed that Hashirama had come to a halt in front of a small restaurant with dimly lit windows. Tobirama curiously glanced inside but heavy maroon curtains blocked his view. He did however notice the enticing smell of delicious dishes and suddenly, the thought of having dinner at this place didn’t seem as troubling anymore. Like he always did, Hashirama seemed to have read his mind and he smiled at Tobirama. “Let’s go in, shall we?”

Tobirama nodded in response and watched as his brother opened the door. He dove into the twilight of the restaurant, disappearing almost entirely. Only his hand was still visible that was holding the door open for him. Tobirama followed suit and left the dark street behind him, only to enter a very different world.

Upon entering, he found himself in a very calm and even peaceful environment. He curiously glanced around the restaurant and noticed the lovingly decorated interior. Luscious tablecloths were laying on shiny wooden tables and a myriad of candles illuminated the room with their warm light. Shadows danced on the walls and covered what seemed like big paintings in darkness to the point where Tobirama could only guess that they were there. Only very few people sat around the tables, gorgeously made dishes in front of them and Tobirama marveled at the sight of the food, his stomach rumbling quietly.

Hashirama greeted the staff and diners with his typical friendly smile while Tobirama nodded at them. They greeted them cheerfully, almost like they had expected them to arrive at any moment. After a small chat, Hashirama steered him carefully through the tables and towards a corner of the restaurant where Tobirama could see a big, beautifully decorated table – and two dark silhouettes sitting at one side of the table, looking at them. And before he had the chance to process what he was seeing, Izuna and Madara had already gotten up and came towards them.

“You made it,” Izuna greeted them with a joyful smile that Hashirama returned enthusiastically.

“Thanks for the invitation,” he said, beaming at Izuna. “I am so happy to see you guys!”

And while Hashirama and Izuna started chatting away, Tobirama turned around to face Madara who was leaning against the table nonchalantly, his dark eyes fixed on Tobirama. Tobirama felt a sudden surge of nervousness shoot through his body when he saw the hint of a smile on Madara’s face. Confusion arose in him at his unexpected reaction to Madara and he swallowed tensely. He reminded himself just in time to say something before the silence between them became embarrassing.

“Uh, hello,” he said, feeling a bit awkward. He quickly thought about something casual to say but nothing came to mind, and he stared at Madara a bit helplessly.

Madara’s eyes glistened with amusement when he gave him a nod. “Good to see you,” he replied and Tobirama had to do a double take, instinctively asking himself whether he had heard Madara right. He must have misheard him as Madara wasn’t the type to say something nice – especially not to him.

To his relief, Hashirama and Izuna saved him from answering by turning towards them. Izuna smiled at Tobirama and motioned for him to take a seat and he nodded, awkwardly squeezing past Madara who made no move to sit down himself. Only after Tobirama had sat down on the chair next to the wall did Madara move and sit down right across from him. Hashirama and Izuna seated themselves on the chairs next to them facing the restaurant.

Tobirama slowly relaxed a bit when his brother and Izuna resumed their chatter. He couldn’t help but notice that Madara’s gaze seemed to be fixed on him whenever he wasn’t looking though. He wasn’t necessarily sure about it but out of the corner of his eye, he could make out a rather strange expression in Madara’s eyes that sent a nervous shiver down his spine. He tried to ignore the feeling and focused on Hashirama who was now showering Izuna in compliments for his quick recovery. From what he had heard, Izuna had injured himself a while ago but Hashirama hadn’t told him what had happened. Tobirama listened attentively and after a while, he had almost managed to stop glancing at Madara every now and then. The waiter came to their table and asked what they’d like to drink and Tobirama wasn’t surprised to hear that Izuna had already planned the meal beforehand, leaving him no choice but to wait and see what he had ordered.

While the others chatted away, Tobirama let himself sink into his chair. The backrest was surprisingly comfortable and he felt his tension fade away. While listening with half an ear, his gaze got caught on the three thin candles of the candelabra in front of him. Mesmerized, he watched the flames dancing in a complicated pattern and only faintly illuminating the golden tableware in front of him. A soft glow a bit above the candelabra caught his eye and he looked up, intrigued by the reflection of the flames in between the shadows.

It took Tobirama a moment to realize that he was staring at the candles’ reflection in someone’s eyes. He blinked twice and felt heat creeping up his cheeks when he noticed the amused smile on Madara’s face. “See something you like, little Senju?” Madara asked under his breath and Tobirama felt himself blush violently.

He glanced at their brothers who hadn’t taken notice of the short exchange. “I, uh …” he murmured, at a loss of words and painfully aware of how Madara must have interpreted his spellbound gaze.

While he was still searching for an inconspicuous excuse, he heard someone rushing towards them. Grateful, he averted his gaze and turned to face the other side of the table. Hashirama and Izuna had paused their conversation and looked at a younger shinobi who was approaching them, seeming a bit out of breath and most definitely very uncomfortable with bothering them during a private dinner.

“I am so sorry,” he squeezed out when he came to a halt in front of Izuna. “There’s been an occurrence and we really need your help.”

Izuna leaned towards the shinobi, seemingly asking him something but even though he wasn’t whispering, Tobirama still couldn’t make out what he was saying. He did see Izuna’s wary expression though. After they had ended their conversation, the younger shinobi bowed in front of them and hastily retreated out of the restaurant. Izuna got up and gave them an apologetic look.

“I’m afraid I have to leave early. Hashirama, would you mind assisting me with this? I might need your backup as the Hokage in this,” he said, sounding a bit regretful. “I’m sorry but we’ll have to postpone our dinner to another day.”

Before Tobirama could even react, Hashirama had already gotten up, a sympathetic expression on his face. “No worry, I’ll go with you,” he said determinedly. “We can always make up for this later!”

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Tobirama also started to get up, giving Izuna an asking look. “If you need my help as well, I –“

But he had no chance to finish this sentence as Izuna stopped him with a wave of his hand. “No, don’t let it trouble you! I’m fairly sure Hashirama’s support will suffice. You guys stay here and enjoy the food so that it wasn’t all in vain.”

Tobirama tried to protest but Hashirama cut him off and patted his shoulder with a smile. “He’s right, Tobi. You and Madara make the most out of it and we’ll catch up some other time.” He paused and looked over his shoulder. “See, they’re already preparing to serve the food. Enjoy it, guys!”

And while Tobirama still felt like everything was happening way too fast, Hashirama and Izuna had said their goodbyes and left the restaurant. He stared after them stunned before he slowly turned back to face Madara – only to notice that Madara didn’t seem surprised at all.

He still pondered over that thought when a waiter came up to the table and served their drinks and two plates of delicious looking food. He couldn’t help but notice the mouthwatering smell and his stomach growled quietly at the sight of the beautifully arranged dish.

Madara nodded to himself, his face almost looking impressed at the food. “This does look incredible,” he said, almost sounding a bit surprised at this fact.

Tobirama was about to agree with him when he suddenly realized what had bothered him about the waiter. He glanced at the now almost empty restaurant and noticed that the waiters didn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that Hashirama and Izuna had left. He almost choked when he remembered that he had only seen them prepare two plates even before his brother and Izuna had left. And slowly, a suspicion formed in his mind and he stared at Madara. “Did you … did you plan for this to happen?”

Madara’s usual unfazed expression slipped and for a moment, he looked almost a bit sheepish. But only a split second later, he seemed to have collected himself and returned Tobirama’s gaze unperturbed. “Yeah, sure,” he said in an almost condescending tone. “Of course, I have feigned an emergency somewhere else in the village just to get some alone time with you. Don’t you think that sounds a bit ridiculous, little Senju?”

Tobirama thought about it for a moment and he couldn’t help but agree. It was rather unlikely that Madara had a hand in this, especially since he was sure that Hashirama wouldn’t have been able to keep this secret had he been involved in some way. Thus, he shrugged and nodded slightly. “I suppose you’re right,” he agreed reluctantly.

Madara’s eyes glistened in amusement and he gave a pointed look at the food in front of them. “Well, I suppose we should make the best out of it, don’t you think?”

But even after they had started eating and slowly started making conversation, Tobirama couldn’t shake the feeling that Madara had somehow bamboozled him – and to his surprise, he realized that he didn’t even mind it that much.

[thepretentiousrizzmaster]

Just imagine

Posted on 05. 11. 23

18+ content ahead

"Oh god." You moaned as his thick cock was in you. And that's what he needs to hear, without a second thought he started bullying his dick in you. Oh, he absolutely loved this. He always lost his mind whenever you begged him to ruin you. He was moving inside of you at an animalistic pace. The only thing in his mind was to reach his climax, and bring you to yours in the process. He himself was an utter mess, morning, whimpering and almost tearing up from the overstimulation. But he didn't want to stop. He never wanted to stop. If he could he would be inside you all the fucking time, but he had business to take care of. So whenever he was blessed to be inside you, he savoured every damn moment.

Your rolled eyes behind and your toes curled. That's it you were there once again thanks to this crazy bastard, who was obsessed with your pussy. You could feel him twitching in you. He was there so were you. His pace increased. He was too lost in the feeling of your slopping warmth around his cock. His moans and loud grunts outmatched your screams and the sound of your skin against each other. "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck daddy. Too much I can't." " A little more darling, a bit…" And, as your inner walls clamp down onto him, your tears falling on your face as a strained moan leave your lips. Oh, how divine it feels when you finally cum together, after all those rough strokes, stimulating you so perfectly in ways that you could never imagine, building up to that perfect moment again and again, both of you moaning like a mess as he fills you up as if you were his personal flesh light.

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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.

[uh-oh-its-bird]

There are so many naruto time travel fics out there but what I need SPECIFICALLY is an ANBU era team of Kakashi, Tenzo, Itachi, and Shisui getting flung into the founders era.

Like. Ok just looking from the political side of it that's;

A) 2 very young and VERY powerful Uchiha's (one of which is the future clan head!! Politics!!)

B) A very fucked up baby mokuton user who's still in the middle of being deprogrammed and can totally pass for Senju

C) The free wild card that is Hatake clan lore on top of having a stolen sharingan. On top of *that* him being the team leader of a team of kids who, in the time period context, should both be at eachothers throats and probably not be expected to obey the commands of someone not only from another clan but a way smaller one

Theres SO much potential there!! So many political implications in virtually ALL of the directions!!!!

Yk what as I'm typing this out I'm having ✨️ideas✨️ so let's make some story points to sort those out:

• I think itd be neat to have this happen like. A year? Ish? Before the massacre? So age wise, and full disclaimer I'm referencing Google and Wikipedia rn so I could totally be wrong, I think that's :

Kakashi (18)

Tenzo (17)

Itachi (12)

Shisui (15)

Could be wrong about the ages but honestly it's my world you're just living in it, so.

Then me going totally purely off of my own headcannons, were going to say they came in a about a year before Izuna died and place the founders ages as:

Madara (23)

Hashirama (23)

Izuna (19)

Tobirama (18)

Big fan of Tobirama being the youngest between the 4 but projecting the aura of someone as old as like. Idk, however old Madara is. Very funny to me, 10/10

• I'm personally a big fan of dogteeth kakashi so we're running with that all the way home. Also a huge fan of the "Hatake's are a distant, more feral cousin of Inuzuka clan" hc along with some sprinklings of "back in the day they had a bit of a Reputation(tm) for being a 'lill wild, and everyone generally tries to avoid them. Which isn't too much of a problem because theyre a very small out of the way clan from Iron, they just have a big reputation in contrast to their size.

In more modern times tho, along with (obviously) having dwindled down to a single depressed teenager, they've become a lot tamer over the years due to village life. Kakashi is a Hatake, 100%, but he is NOT up to the standards of this time. Which becomes a bit funny when people see him, go "oh FUCK it's a Hatake" and then start edging slowly towards the door like he's about to rip their throat out with his teeth. Meanwhile he's standing there like 🧍‍♂️"am I that ugly."

Give me a scene where, finally used to this reaction to him from the general shinobi population, the team starts to use it to their advantage.

"Give us the scroll or we'll let the Hatake off the leash to have his fun with you. He's been awfully hungry latley you know, hasn't had fresh meat in days"

Kakashi, feeling kind of stupid, gave his best growl.

It caused an almost immediate, embaressed flush to rise to his face, but he didn't let up. It sounded more like an almost pathetic puppy growl than anything to his ears, but apparently it was enough to convince the trembling enemy nin because he slowly lifted the scroll up in offering.

Wow. Now he couldn't tell if he was embaressed for himself or for this guy.

Probably both to be honest.

• So like. Itachi is the clan heir. That's big. That's important. Let's do something with that.

First off, I had a great time reading this one fic (tho I don't even remember what the fic itself was about now, oops) where a plot point of it was how Sasuke is just a walking stereotype of main house Uchiha. Like people look at him and they don't just go "oh that's an Uchiha." They go "oh fuck that's an UCHIHA Uchiha." He's so fucking painfully, obviously related to the very tippy top of the clan that anyone not blind can tell. It's in the way he looks, it's in the way he talks and treats those around him, it's in the way he fucking holds himself. You look at him and every other stereotype about the Uchiha clan is there in big, bold letters. (On top of that he's also a dead wringer for Izuna, which I'm such a sucker for and desperatley wish people would do more with)

So like let's give that to Itachi here because it's so fun for several reasons.

First off; Sasuke in this is like. Straight up a doppelganger of Izuna, just a few generations apart. They could be twins. Itachi, as I'm sure you are aware, is Sasuke's big brother. So let's take some liberties and say that Itachi could absoloutley pass as a blood sibling to Izuna and Madara.

He is however 12, so we're also going to say that the only people who get to make this connection is anyone who's seen the siblings when they were also at a similar age.

On top of that however he has the 'walking amalgamation of all the stereotypes of the main Uchiha house' so anyone who isn't blind will look at him and assume he's somewhere in the sphere of 'important main house person' tho who really knows how distant the relation may be exactly. No one !! That's who !!!

Second; He's the fucking clan heir!! What the fuck!! This bit would have the most impact after all the messy time travel reveals when things have settled down a bit, so it'll sit in the back pocket for a bit. Save it for some fun shaking up later down the line so we don't run out of all the fun reveals too fast and bore the readers, yk?

When it is brought up tho it'd be fun to maybe have some fucky Itachi and Madara mutual understandings of the way things work.

• So. Madara is like a bit of a scary bed time story to Uchiha children, right? Like. "Ooo make sure you don't get too obsessive or fall too deep into your grief and always stay loyal to the village or you'll end up just like Madara!!"

Something something Uchiha-Village relationships are tense as hell, something something Madara fucking over a lot of the clan with his whole. Everything., Something something scapegoat and old stories, something something 'people have probably been talking a lot more about how "god dammit this all started with Madara" in recent years.'

Now with that in mind let's take a look of what our time travelers think of Madara:

Itachi is a good Konoha soldier. Itachi (as has been very much fucking proven) would rather beat a possible problem before it even exists with a hammer till it dies an ugly bloody death than even RISK it blossoming into a proper problem. Itachi does not like Madara. Itachi personally, quietly thinks they should maybe wait till the village is formed then carefully arrange a little accident for him before he goes off the rails. He, even more quietly, maybe even thinks it would be a kindness. Allow him to be remembered well by the village instead of scorned.

Shisui I think is cautiously optimistic about him. He's the kind of guy who gives the benefit of the doubt, who weighs the options, risk and reward, but includes things like hope and compassion in his calculations. Yes, Madara was a uhh. Thing. That happened. But in every story his big blow up always come from one specific event; Izuna's death. So if they stop that from happening, wouldn't it secure both a better future for them and Madara? The history books never went into detail about Izuna, he doesn't know what he's like, but maybe his involvement in the future, on Konoha's side, could lead to even more profits for them long term. At the end of the day he's not against killing Madara (though to be clear, they are at first operating on trying to avoid all interactions with historical events and return home without touching things) but it'd be nice, to manage to get a happy ending for everyone. Unrealistic maybe, but nice.

Mmmm hear me out actually, maybe Shisui, after interacting with him a bit, finds that Madara reminds him of Itachi too. They definatley both have that "I would do unspeakable things to even dream of my loved just one more time" energy, if you know what I mean

Anyways; Kakashi and Tenzo are both neutral on Madara. Yes, they learned about how he betrayed the village when young just like everyone else, but they weren't getting the bed time stories and "do this and you'll end up just like him" warnings like the Uchiha's. They're possibly leaning into negative but are detached from the situation enough to just go "well he hasn't done it yet and his brother is still alive so he won't any time soon" and be done with it

• Now, on the the total opposite side of the spectrum you have Hashirama and Tobirama. People are brought up in Konoha to fucking IDOLIZE these guys. You can not tell me our team of time travelers wouldn't be at least a little awed to speak with them.

I think Tenzo would be the most wide eyed about Hashirama, both for the baseline "holy shit that's the Shodai Hokage" and also that fun juicy mokuton user imposter syndrome he has going on for him. That guys DNA is inside his body!!! Holy shit wait does that mean if someone did a blood relation test with them he might read as being related to him?? Fuck were gonna pocket that for now but like. Mmmmm potential.

I'd say Itachi is the most hesitant about Tobirama but again, village loyalist, so.

You know what tho maybe Shisui is the most hesitant about him (though still largely positive) he both def grew up looking up to him but can also see the anti-Uchiha policies people inact now with the implications that Tobirama would have approved of it. He doesn't know if he would, but like, he has to wonder.

Kakashi is probably the most normal about them (and also has experience in being close to a hokage (Minato) to know that at the end of the day they are painfully human) Don't get me wrong, he's still in some sort of awe! He might get a little lightheaded at the thought of seeing the God of Shinobi in proper battle, or the possibility to see the famed genius of Tobirama with all the different jutsu's he's invented. You can't tell me Kakashi didn't spend a little extra time reading about him when he was trying to make Chidori. Honestly I'm gonna roll with that and say he had a bit of a phase as a kid where he was a total fan boy. Maybe sprinkle in the good old HalfHatake!Tobirama hc to add some faint daydreams a lonley babykashi had after his father's death, about getting to meet him as family. Like cmon, little genius idolizing and projecting on some big history figure only to find out they're actually related? Can you say potential?

Anyways he did eventually grow out of the phase, probably got unattached to it all and lost interest after the whole "losing everything he loved" bit of his life. And at the end of the day, he doesn't have any real complex personal hang ups on the founders like the others do. Thus, most normal.

• And then my favorite most special boy, Izuna !! He's for sure the one they're all most neutral about. He's not actually taught about in the academy? There's probably some throw away line about him in some history books somewhere, but he died young and was quickly buried by the looming shadow of Konoha. The only real knowledge had about him in modern times is just a vague "Yeah he got killed by Tobirama which lead to peace being made but also lead to Madara losing his shit"

Poor Izuna he's the linchpin for it all but was left an unremarkable footnote of history. My boy deserves so much better

Tenzo doesn't actually even know who he is, that boy got bare minimum education under Danzo and Izuna was NOT included.

Itachi and Shisui mmmaybe have some small little fun fact here or there buried in stories from the older members of the clans but like. It's gonna amount to just "yeah he had a great katon" and thats about it.

I WILL SAY HOWEVER. Itachi sees him and instantly is that one PTSD dog meme. Sasuke is a BABY but holy shit Izuna looks exactly like he'd expect him to grow up as and it's making him FEEL THINGS. Also he's so bratty little brother coded !! He's an entire 7 years older than Itachi but Ifachi keeps fucking up and trying to big brother him it's embaressing.

And ofc Itachi didn't go into the first meeting thinking he'd see some weird older mirror version of his beloved baby brother who he misses and worries about very very much. So like. There's for sure going to be some conflict there. If their first meeting is a scuffle (which it probably will be) I think Itachi would keep hesitating to attack. On full run away mode. Which is probably for the best bc he shouldn't try to fight Izuna anyways honey he's like double your bodyweight and you're strong but you aren't THAT strong.

• Pointing back at both the 'Itachi does not like Madara and has quiet thoughts about how it'd possibly be in everyone's interest to just kill him' and the 'Itachi and Madara quietly bond over being clain head/heir during stressful times (w pressure from the elders especially)

I can see 2 outcomes of a potential bonding conversation with them:

1) They come to understand eachother better.

Madara wants to be on good terms, he looks at this kid and sees one of his brothers eyes and the others quiet determination. He can tell Itachi doesn't like him for some reason, and it's frustrating because he doesn't know why. He wants him to like him. He wants to be able to offer his hand and have it taken. It hurts, to be looked at with such suspicion from a face that has traces of Izuna's.

Meanwhile Itachi . . . Itachi looks at Madara and he sees someone who gets it. Gets it like no one ever has. It scares him. He looks up at this man, this horror story he's been told to fear becoming, and he sees himself. And this realization shakes him. It makes him think, makes him wonder. He's so, so sure of his loyalty to Konoha. More sure than he is of anything else in the world. But . . . But if something happened to Sasuke, if he had to choose—

And maybe it softens something in him too, along with the (honestly healthy) dose of fear. It forms a little crack in his shell, just enough to maybe, maybe let Madara through. Just a hair.

Or 2) we pull one of those "The conversation ends with them agreeing verbally but mentally they're on 2 VERY different notes."

Madara, nodding and looking at Itachi meaningfully: "Yeah it can be hard, but all we can really do is try to make the world a safer place for the ones we love. (To create Konoha, to keep my clan safe. Izuna safe. And now to keep you safe too.)

Itachi, nodding slowly: "Yeah. No matter how hard it is (even though I think I understand you more than anyone else Ive ever met) we have to try to make the world a safer place (by killing you in your sleep once Konoha is formed) for the ones we love (My clan. My village. Sasuke.)"

• Also pointing back at the 'Hatake warring clan era reputation,' the 'Tobirama is half Hatake' and also now pointing at Tobirama's title as the White Demon. Small thing but it'd be neat if there was some small throw away line that the nickname lowkey started in part because of the absoloutley terrifying reputation of the Hatake combined with Tobirama's own Everything(tm) like it just had some influence on how some view him. Give me Uchiha's making dog jokes ab him it'll be funny

• Ok but now the actual plot thoughts. Yeah I know I kept you waiting sorry about that.

So time travel! Probably due to a mission gone wrong. Some ruins or some ancient crumbling scroll that wasn't even supposed to do fucking time travel but was so old and corroded that it somehow managed to transform into a whole other seal by pure bad luck. Or good luck I guess, considering it could have just turned into a nuke.

Our favorite team of disasters are very very alarmed !!! What the fuck !!! Obviously they don't default to thinking time travel, but they immediatley know something is wrong. The landscape has changed, though the big landmarks are still there. The mission was complete anyways with no injuries so they just retreat to Konoha. Only oops !! It's not fucking there!!!

Queue alarm.

Shisui is the first one to suggest time travel because he's quirky like that. And there's a very easy way to confirm this theory.

(Also we're going to say that Konoha's location is a valley a few miles out from the Naka River that borders the Senju / Uchiha territories.)

This is convenient because that verification method involves checking in on where Itachi and Shisui know the old Uchiha compound should rest.

They do it in full stealth mode, the second they saw Konoha was missing Kakashi as team leader decided they'd treat the land as enemy territory. They all agreed ofc, for all they knew this WAS enemy territory now.

And, ofc, yeah!! There's the old Uchiha compound!! Being active!!! There are people there!!!

"What are the odds Fugaku-sama decided to have the clan return to their homeland for ahh, cultural enrichment?" Kakashi asked weakly.

"Time travel." Was the only reply he got from Shisui, whispered reverently as the boy vibrated with excitement on the branch.

Itachi just gave him a look, radiating a level of dissaproving disbelief that no normal 12 year old should be able to make. Kakashi would know, he was that not-normal 12 year old once.

From there they decide a no interference policy. Hands off guys!! They probably debate it tho, like, a good amount. They all have ✨️opinions✨️ except maybe Tenzo who's lowkey still in the middle of trying to learn how to be a person and is following Kakashi's lead 99% of the time. Especially since they're still in mission mode and this is like a super serious discussion and he really does know the least ab the founders overall.

They probably debate the merits of going to Uzushiogakure bc seal help but it's really far and they don't actually have like, just any leverage with them. They already decided not to fuck with the future so it isn't like they can trade secrets and warnings. At least if shit happens here they have some plausible deniability, being, yk, 2 uchiha's and a senju-passing guy with Mokuton. Kakashi's kinda fucked tho in that regard but he isn't going to be doing the party ANY favors with his clan heritage.

Which means it's time to potentially get desperate enough to interact with Tobirama !!! Which will inevitably lead to them bumping into a Uchiha patrol or something!!! I don't know honestly

• Anyways want Hashirama and Tenzo to interact. He has so many issues like holy shit. Let Hashirama give him the hug he deserves. I want him to violently adopt him. New brother acquired!!!

I said before but Tenzo is still reprogramming from ROOT. Let Hashirama impact that! Let him help! They can make flower crowns and photosynthesize together idk

Hashirama would be so happy to have another mokuton user, I think they should be able to sense eachother extra strong and like 'ping' off of eachothers chakra, it'll be fun

▪︎ I'm not thinking toooo hard about power scaling and this is fanfiction so a) don't quote me on this and b) for the love of all that is holy don't take my words as gospel

But for this fic specifically I'm ranking the founders and Team Ro, weakest to strongest (in a clean, fair fight head on w no time to prepare) :

Itachi (he's fucking 12 guys. But also he is like. FRACTIONS under Tenzo and Shisui. If he were 13 I'd let him be above or at the same level but like. He's 12. Cmon.)

Tenzo - Shisui (they're like JUST under the next 2 tho like seconds behind)

Izuna - Tobirama

Kakashi ( by the skin of his fucking teeth and the advantage that is his stupid amount of jutsu's and lack of self preservation)

Madara - Hashirama

And again that's not counting like. The specific situations, time given to prepare, potential dirty tricks they could play (I think the Konoha tricks would play a fraction dirtier than the others, who are slightly more used to big open battles vs the ANBU squad who does all sorts of shit in all sorts of places) plus like. Mental state and team ups.

Tenzo or Shisui couldn't take down Izuna or Tobirama but if they teamed up I'd allow it. Kakashi would get his ass kicked by Hashirama or Madara but he could survive a minutes longer than the others would

Itachi is doing his best

But like

He's 12 guys

I love him and he is terrifyingly competent but he won't win 1 on 1 with anyone unless he has some sort of advantage. Minus Shisui and Tenzo who he does have the advantage of regularly fighting, so.

• I think they do get to go back home in the end. It takes a ton of work tho and they probably do need to get Mito's help with it, Kakashi can show them the seal they got brought here with but it's an ACTUAL one in a trillion miracle it didn't fucking atomize them. So it needs a lot of touch ups

Anyways !!!

I have a little more rattling around in my brain but I'm really tired and also starting to think about other things now so I'm gonna stop here. Might come back and add to it later so stay tuned if you're into that

Full disclaimer I'm not gonna write this. I don't have the proper energy and it'd probably end up being too ambitious of a project if I tried. I'd love to see it happen tho, so like !! Big open invitation to absoloutley anyone who might want to take even a fraction of the ideas I've listed.

@ me if you do tho I wanna see the final product

[jumexju]

SHAPE OF MY HEART

Pairing !! : Uchiha Madara / Fem Reader

Fic Type !! : Oneshot / Angst to Fluff / Hurt-Comfort

CW !! : Established relationship, Reader is a mother, Suggestive near the end but nothing 18+

Summary !! : After an argument due to Madara's inability to communicate, you try to prepare yourself for him to leave you ー only to find he's not leaving you.

Note !! : This man singlehandedly compelled me to write a 3k+ word fic, I might make this into a series tbh..

✦ MASTERLIST

‘I wish you’d try to communicate with me instead of just telling me not to worry!’ 

You winced as you recalled your words, the blanket over your frame failing to provide the comfort you needed. 

‘Not just for me, but for your children! They need you and you’re always gone — I know you’re busy but the least you could do is tell me what’s going on!’ 

The moonlight slipped in through the open door of the genkan. Madara hadn’t come home. In fact, your husband hadn’t been home for the last three nights in a row. He’s done this before — take some time for himself after an argument — but he’d usually never let you go to bed feeling anxious or worried. No, usually, Madara would force you to acknowledge his presence — even if you were mad. Sighing, you buried  your face into one of his shirts in an attempt to comfort yourself in the absence of the man you loved so much. You let another hour pass by before accepting that he wasn’t returning tonight either and choosing to try to get some sleep. 

The sun was the first to greet you when morning came. Its rays bathed everything it touched in its warmth — but it wasn’t comparable to the warmth you had grown attached to. Madara’s warmth was all you wanted, but you had to realize that he wasn’t your entire world anymore, not with your children now in the picture. You had to be strong if Madara was going to be gone for a long time — Sure, it was only four nights that he hadn’t been back home, but you’d be damned if you let his absence affect your kids in any way. “It’s not the end of the world,” you told yourself in an attempt to lift your spirits, a determined look on your face as you cleaned up the kitchen and prepared to make breakfast. 

“What isn’t?” Your eldest, Mahaira, rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he walked into the kitchen. 

You froze, turning around and smiling nervously as you put your hands up in defense, “Nothing ! I just realized that we don’t have any pork,”

Mahaira narrowed his eyes at you before yawning and greeting you with a hug, “Do you want me to go buy some later?” he offered, his voice sounding sleepy since he wasn’t really a morning person — Just one more thing he had in common with his father. 

“You’re always so helpful,” You squeezed the boy tightly, a bright smile on your face. “But no, you have some studying to do after school today. Your teacher tells me you’ve been skipping class.” You looked down at the thirteen year old, your eyebrow lifted as you saw his guilty expression. 

Mahaira frowned, “You found out?!” 

You smacked his shoulder playfully and crossed your arms with a smirk on your face, “Of course I did, I’m your mother — I find out everything, eventually.” 

Mahaira held his head down in defeat, “.. Are you going to tell dad?” He asked you, worried eyes peering up at you pleadingly. You only chuckled and ruffled his spiky black hair, out of all your kids, Mahaira was the one who resembled Madara the most. But of course, Uchiha genes were nothing to laugh at — They were strong as all hell, so it was no surprise that all your children looked like their father in one way or another.

“No — Not if you catch up on your studying, I won’t.” Mahaira’s face lit up, your heart warming at the sight of it. It was like seeing a mini Madara right in front of you. 

“Speaking of dad, where is he?” Mahaira looked around, realizing he hadn’t seen him as of late. 

You frowned, “.... He’s busy.” you looked away from your son, not wanting to face him. 

However, it seemed that he inherited his fathers sharp intuition. Mahaira’s black eyes narrowed at you before widening in realization. “He still hasn’t come home?? Jeez mom.. You should both just kiss and make up already.” Mahaira shook his head in faux disapproval, even crossing his arms to take it further. 

“Kiss and wha-!? Mahaira!” You stared at your son in surprise, heat rushing to your face. “Nevermind that, go wake up your sisters.. !” Mahaira snickered at your embarrassed expression and walked away to his sisters’ room smugly. You turned your attention back to the counter and cracked the eggs you’d brought out beforehand, whisked them in a bowl and poured them over the pan. Truthfully, you’d missed Madara. He’d always wake up before you, but he’d pretend to be asleep when you woke up just so he could feel your hands thread through his hair. Whenever you were cooking, he’d come up behind you and encase you in his arms.. Even if they were small actions, the fact that they came from him was all that mattered. 

You, like Madara, grew up in an era where you weren’t even sure you’d see your children unplagued by the stresses of war. Now, you even got to see your kids all in one piece, together. All thanks to him.. Slowly, you found your mind trying to go back to thinking about your husband — But how were you to stop it? He was your husband, the father of your children.. How could you not think about him when he was away? It was an almost impossible task. But you knew you had to go on and wait for him, like you always did. After eating omelets with your kids, you sent Mahaira off to school. His two sisters, Mizuna and Mitsumi, would have to stay with you since they were still too young to go to the academy. If they were anything like their older brother, they’d be a handful once they got older. But you didn’t mind, as long as they grew up to be fine, respectable people. 

“Mama, what are you making tonight?” Mizuna looked up at you as you held her and her twin sister by the hand while the three of you walked around the market, a bright smile on their faces. 

“Mm.. I was thinking of pork cutlet,” you looked down at the twins, Mizuna’s eyes lighting up as she thought about the savory meal while she looked at the rows of different oils and spices on display. “We just need to get the pork and some oil and we’ll be set, okay?” The twins nodded and stood near the stall while they waited for you to pay for the oil, or at least, they tried to stay near you. However, when they saw the unmistakable mane of long black hair that so obviously belonged to their father, they couldn’t stay still. 

“Papa!” The girls called out before running to their father despite the very obvious guilt shown through your expression. Madara’s eyes widened in surprise as he laid his eyes upon you — but only for a short moment before he leaned down and picked up his 6 year old child, perching Mizuna up on his shoulders. His gloved hands rubbed Mitsumi’s back in acknowledgement as she hugged him. You looked away before he could see the pained look on your face and thanked the seller before begrudgingly walking over to the man who’d been occupying your mind for the past week. Mitsumi looked up at you and raised her arms up, her way of signaling for you to pick her up. You smiled and did as she asked, securing her on your hip before facing your husband. 

“...” 

“...” 

“Papa,” Madara glanced at Mitsumi, “Mama said she was gonna make pork cutlet today!” Mitsumi smiled brightly at her father, you could tell that she had missed Madara as much as you had when you saw her face. Madara looked back at you, despite how things were between the two of you, heat still rushed up to your face when his eyes met yours. 

“Is that so?” He sounded interested, but maybe that was because he was talking to his daughter and he wanted to hide the way that things were between the two of you. You only nodded in response. 

“.. Will you be home for dinner?” you asked the Uchiha as you tried to avoid his oh so beautiful eyes by fixing a piece of Mitsumi’s hair behind her ear. 

“Mm.” Madara was observant as ever. Unfortunately for you, he saw the guilt on your face no matter how much you tried to hide it. Madara wished to extinguish such anxiety from your features, but he knew it was probably due to his absence that you even felt that way. It was his fault for disappearing, no, avoiding you for five days in a row — almost a whole week. If you had been looking at him for a bit longer, maybe you would have seen how his gaze softened when he first saw you. “Yes, .. I’ll be home for dinner.” He told you, a small smile tugging at his lips. You looked up at him and you swear you could tear up just hearing those five words. Madara felt his heart warm at the sight of your relieved expression. It took you a while to snap back to reality and register that he was actually going to be home tonight. 

“O.. Oh.” You blinked, “Okay, then.. I should get going. You’re probably busy.” You bashfully looked away, putting Mitsumi back down so you could carry her sister after Madara had taken her off his shoulders and given her to you. 

Mizuna tugged at her father’s mantle, “Papa you better not be late..!” She warned. 

“Yeah! Mama gets really sad!” Mitsumi crossed her arms and looked at her father with determination. Madara blinked, he was surprised by this admission. 

You looked down at Mitsumi, embarrassed that Mitsumi just put you in a vulnerable position, “That’s not true- I do not get sad!” You tried to salvage your self-image, but unfortunately your efforts were in vain. 

“Do too!” Mizuna chimed in, determined to help her sister prove you wrong. 

“Do not!” 

“Do too!” They both said at the same time. You could feel your face getting hotter the more Madara witnessed this exchange. But it brought him nothing short of genuine happiness. You continued trying to win the argument with your children ( and failing ) until you heard Madara chuckle at the interaction. 

“Does mama really get sad when i’m not around, Mizuna?” He petted his daughter's hair as he asked this, as if to reward her for unknowingly giving this information away.

“Yes!” 

“No!” you objected. Madara only laughed some more — It was one of the things you’d missed hearing. If only you knew how much Madara missed you too. He didn’t know why he had been so reluctant to tell you that you were right, but he knew he didn’t want it to damage his marriage. He loved you too much to leave you, he hoped you knew that. You sighed in defeat and rubbed your neck, “You two are horrible liars.” 

“Lying is bad, Mama.” Mizuna shook her head in disapproval. 

“Yeah, Mama, lying is bad.” Madara repeated, smirking at your defeat. You stared at him unamused, “You better not be late.” You warned, trying to hide a smile before holding Mizuna’s hand. You were going to pick up the bag of groceries that you’d laid at your side before the whole interaction, but Madara took your hand in his — Forcing you to look him in the eye. He came close to you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t keep you waiting anymore.” 

“Mom? You seem awfully happy…… What happened?” Mahaira asked as he tied his hair up into a low ponytail and greeted you with a hug and a kiss on your cheek. 

You lifted a brow at your son, a sly smirk on your face, “Do I need a reason to be happy?” 

“You know that’s not what I meant..” Mahaira protested at your accusation. He could sense you were in better spirits than when he last saw you this morning. However, you only ruffled his hair and snickered. “Nothing happened, Mahaira. Go wash your hands, it’s almost time for dinner.” You sent him out of the kitchen before calling your twin daughters to help you set up the table. It was as soon as Mizuna had placed the last plate that you all heard a knock on the door, your heart beat only got faster. Mahaira walked down the hall and smiled once he saw his father walk through the door. “Dad! You’re here..!” It was as if Madara was a magnet of some sort because as soon as Mahaira said this, Mizuna and Mitsumi raced to the door. You heard a hard Thump! and rushed to see what had happened, chuckling once you had seen what took place. 

It was Madara on the floor, tackled by his two twin daughters who were eagerly hugging him. “The Great Madara Uchiha brought down by his own children? Now there’s a sight I never thought I’d see.” You snickered as you looked down at your husband who was now sitting up and holding Mizuna and Mitsumi at his sides. You offered a hand to help him up but yelped once he tugged you forward, causing you to land on top of him. “Hey-! Madara, you- Mmph!” You grunted as you fell on him. 

“If I go down, you go down with me.” He snickered as he gazed down at you. Your knees were on either side of his thighs, you were currently holding onto his shoulders so that you wouldn’t completely fall on him again. He couldn’t lie, he missed you being close to him. You always radiated a warmth he didn’t know he needed. 

“Is that so?” you lifted a brow at him, a smirk on your face as you giggled when he greeted you with a kiss on your forehead. You were going to kiss him before Mahaira spoke up and interrupted, 

“Get a room, you two!” Madara and you looked at each other before laughing at your son’s reaction, deciding to save that kiss for later. You got up off of your husband and offered him a hand to help him up. He followed behind you, a subtle smile on his face as he looked down at his hand in yours, he didn’t fail to notice a chip in the nail polish you wore — He was ever the observant man. During dinner, you two avoided talking about the elephant in the room so as to not give your kids anything to worry about — But you both knew that you had to talk sooner or later. For now, you’d enjoy having your family together once again. Seeing your kids’ interactions with their father just warmed your heart even more, you weren’t sure if you could handle him leaving — If that’s what he wanted to do. Though, you doubted that line of thought since he was actually here, since.. he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t thinking about mending things with you.. Right? You thanked Mahaira for washing his plate and ruffled his hair before sending him off to bed, the twins following suit. 

“So..” You tried to begin the conversation, but what were you supposed to say? Madara came up next to you, drying the dishes you washed and putting them in their place. He seemed calm, but when wasn’t he? You rarely ever see him lose his composure now that the Uchiha and the Senju weren’t at war anymore. You tried to find the words, but there wasn’t anything you could really say. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You blinked a couple times before you turned to your husband. He was already looking at you. “You..” you were at a loss for words. He was sorry? But what for? 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to talk to you sooner.” He clarified. “I needed some time.. To think about what you said-” 

“You’re not leaving me?” you interrupted him. He seemed confused at what you had said. 

“Leaving you? Why would I leave you?” He crossed his arms as he looked down at you in confusion. 

“Well- I thought that you were- uhm..” You felt incredibly stupid just now. 

Madara came close to you and cupped your cheek in his calloused hand, “I wouldn’t leave you over a small fight, _____.” 

You looked away, avoiding his stare. “You were gone for a week- I thought that you were planning to leave me..” you admitted quietly. Madara was frustrated that this was what his absence had led you to believe. Yes, it was a nasty fight that the two of you got into, but after being with you for fifteen years, he thought that you would know that he wouldn’t leave you over something as small as this. Without so much as a thought, he pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you. 

“You’re my wife, and the mother of my children. Don’t you ever think that I would leave you over a petty argument such as that.” He said it as if it was a demand, but he only meant to assure you that He would be with you until the end of time. He felt your hands grip his shirt, his heart breaking when he heard your uneven breathing. You pulled away a little to wipe your eyes, but he beat you to it, a fond smile on his face as he wiped your tears away with his thumb, “You were right about what you said.. I don’t want to miss out on their childhood — I want to be there for them, and for you.” He told you softly — A tone he rarely used with anyone else but you —  as he looked you in the eye. “I’ll try to be around more, okay?” 

You nodded before sheepishly glancing away from him, “I’m sorry for having yelled at you, by the way..” 

“It’s alright, I need that.” He admitted with a small smile, “You deserve to know what’s going on, I shouldn’t have made you worry.” 

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I understand that you find it hard to express yourself — But know that you can rely on me, okay? ..I love you.” You smiled warmly at him, you hated that he kept things to himself, but what else could you do but support him? If he needed someone to wait for him until he was ready, you sure as hell were going to do just that. 

“I’ll try to.” He assured you before placing a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

 “I missed you a lot y’know,” you told him as the both of you walked to your room, hand in hand. 

“I missed you as well,” He said with a small smile as he followed after you. “It was a little annoying in actuality, I couldn’t go a minute without thinking about you.” 

“How romantic,” You chuckled sarcastically before getting under the sheets. They felt softer now that Madara was with you — if that was even possible. He settled underneath the sheets with you, his arm coming around your figure, making it so that your head rested against his chest. You splayed your arm across his stomach, tracing the scar on his left side as you nuzzled into him. You finally had your husband back, ..he was finally here with you. Right as soon as you were getting comfortable with the position you were in, Madara turned so that he was facing you, kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips. You giggled at his sudden display of affection, “Jeez, did you really miss me that much?” you teased. 

He smirked, “I missed you a lot more actually,” he said before swiftly switching your positions so now you were underneath him, his hands intertwined with yours. You could feel the heat rushing to your face as you looked up at him, his black hair draping around the sides of his face. “Really?” You lifted a brow at him, a playful smirk on your face. 

“Of course,” he leaned down and adorned your neck in butterfly kisses. Madara was a rugged man, but he knew just how to make your heart melt. He planted kisses on your jaw before facing you once more.  “Care to make up for lost time?”

[thedarks1de]

Little spy

Tobirama x !uchiha reader

Do not read this if you are under 18 years old.

Ignore the mistakes. I'm not a native English speaker.

Warnings: DARK CONTENT; rape; sex against one's will; gang rape; all characters are adults; feud between clans; spy; sneaky Tobirama; bad ending.

It wasn't easy to infiltrate the Senju clan's territory, but you succeeded. By hiding your chakra and pretending to be an ordinary person in need of help, you managed to infiltrate the enemy's hideout. You needed to steal one scroll that contained important information. You didn't know what was in the scroll or why it was so important, but since Madara-sama had entrusted it to you, you had to deal with it without question.

You didn't say your name, you made up another. You made up a story about your house being attacked and destroyed by bandits, but you escaped. They let you into their territory and gave you a roof over your head, but they were still suspicious.

Tobirama Senju was known for his vigilance and caution. The man had been watching you since you first arrived here. And you knew that the scroll you needed was kept in his house. That's why you had to be so careful. You tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, so as not to attract unwanted attention.

You knew your disguise had to be perfect, but even with all your efforts, you couldn't overcome the feeling that Tobirama was reading your every thought. All his attention was on you, his cold gaze penetrating your soul as if he were reading you like an open book. You began to feel nervous, realizing that Tobirama was slowly revealing your true nature. You couldn't hide your chakra concentration for too long, so you had to finish this task as soon as possible and get out of here before you were revealed, or all would be lost.

Tobirama often attended clan council meetings, where major decisions and plans were discussed. You spent days studying the schedules of those meetings to figure out exactly when to slip into his house and find the scroll. Finally, you found the right time to accomplish your task.

You were willing to risk everything to complete your mission. Quietly and carefully, you entered his domain, fearing every rustle and creaking. It was quite quiet, only the faint whistle of the wind could be heard from the open window. Tobirama's house looked modest but organized. With hopeful anticipation, you began to look through the documents, books, and other scrolls. You froze for a moment when you heard a sound in the other room. Your heartbeat accelerated, and you began to listen to every rustle.

Thinking that it was only your imagination, you continued looking for the right thing, not paying attention to anything. Eventually you found what you needed and quickly left the house. You managed to slip out of the camp unnoticed.Rejoicing in your victory, you quickly ran through the forest, out of breath, when suddenly a kunai with an explosive seal flew in front of you and exploded, throwing you a few meters away. You hit a tree and whimpered in pain.

Suddenly, there was a rustle nearby that sent shivers down your spine. You heard footsteps coming toward you. There was tension in the air, and your heart was beating as fast as if it wanted to jump out of your chest.

It took you a moment to realize that Tobirama himself was standing in front of you. You tried to get up, but pain shot through your body and you sank to the ground. Your eyes darted around, trying to find a way out of the situation. Meanwhile, Senju came closer and closer, his cold gaze piercing you like sharp blades.

«Did you really think you could sneak into my house and get away undetected, little spy?» — Tobirama asked sarcastically. The sound of his voice penetrated your ears, making you tense up even more.

«You were sorely mistaken to think you could fool me. You didn't hide your chakra well, you damn Uchiha». — he whispered.

Tobirama had no trouble taking the scroll from you. He gloated that he knew about your spy mission and had been watching you for a long time. Now it was the end of the road for you.

You fucked the hell up.You didn't understand how he got here. You saw him enter the council chamber with the rest of his clan, and you were sure he wouldn't leave for at least the next hour. You had it all figured out, he wasn't supposed to be here, but...

«You're thinking about the fact that I should have been at the council right now, aren't you?» — he asked, as if he'd read your mind. You remained silent, glaring angrily at him, and then he continued. «Actually, you're not wrong. I'm actually there at the moment».

«What?» — You finally raised your voice, staring at Tobirama in bewilderment. What he was talking about, you didn't understand. How could he be both here and there at the same time?

Senju grinned before making a couple of hand motions, folding the seal. White smoke appeared next to him, which soon dissipated, and now there was not just one Tobirama standing in front of you, but three at once. Your eyes widened in surprise. This was the first time you had seen this technique.

«Shadow Cloning Technique,» — he said, looking at his clones. «A personal development of mine. And I haven't used it in combat yet».

You frowned, expecting him to do something. Is he going to attack you? You were annoyed that you could do absolutely nothing to help yourself in this situation. And what's the point of fighting? You failed the mission anyway.

«Are you going to kill me, or are we going to keep talking like this?» — You asked. You wanted to sound confident, not to show your weakness in front of him, but your voice shook anyway.

Senju pulled out his katana and aimed the point at your throat. You realized now that your life depended on his decision. Death seemed more like deliverance than punishment, and you were willing to accept it to avoid further humiliation. But instead of delivering the fatal blow, Tobirama grinningly moved closer to you, knelt down so he could see your face, and whispered.

«I can find another punishment for a pathetic spy like you».

Your heart sank with fear, your breathing quickened, and goosebumps dined across your body. Tobirama tied your hands behind your back, giving you no chance to resist. Real panic gripped you as he reached for the waistband of your kimono and untied it.

«Hey, what the hell are you doing?!» — you exclaimed indignantly, your face reddening with shame and anger. The kimono crept down, exposing your shoulders and breasts. Senju started pawing at your breasts, as if he was evaluating them.

«Stop it! Don't you dare touch me, you filthy Senju...»

Tobirama ignored your insults as he continued to explore your body with his hands, as if it were just the object of his next experiment.

You tried to move away from him, but his strong arms held you in place. His smirk only made you more anxious, and you became fully aware of the situation you were in.

Tobirama spread your legs in one swift movement. His gaze was fixed on your clothed cunt. You tried to close your legs, but he held them firmly with one hand while he used the other to remove your panties. He abruptly flipped you over onto your stomach, putting you on all fours, and pressed himself against you, his cock resting against your ass.

«Did you really think you could get away from me with impunity after sneaking into our camp like a rat?» — He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver. Senju had already pulled his cock out of his pants and was rubbing it against your pussy.

«No, no! You better kill me, you bastard!» — you screamed, trying to get out from under him.

You didn't want to show your weakness, but from your hopelessness you had already started to cry. Tears rolled down your cheeks, and seeing them, Tobirama only grinned. He wanted to stuff you with his cock so that you would cry harder and realize your mistake of not getting involved with Senju. He would fill you with his cum and send you back to your clan, humiliated and used by the enemy. The perfect punishment for you.

«Bastard! Damn bastard, how dare you...» — You continued to resist.

«Hey, shut her up,» — Tobirama turned to his clone.

Two of his clones stood in front of you. One of the bottoms pulled out his cock, holding it in his hand, and walked over to you. He took you by the chin and forced you to look at him.

«Open your mouth,» — the clone ordered you. You shook your head negatively, and then he forcefully pulled your lips apart and pushed his cock down your throat.

He took you by the hair and began to move up and down on his cock.

The real Tobirama pressed the head of his cock against your cunt and pushed inside without much preparation. You grunted in pain, choking on the clone's cock. He immediately started moving inside you, causing you more pain and discomfort.

His pace was fast, and you couldn't breathe properly. Tobirama held you by the hips, sinful moans escaping from his throat. He fucked you like he hadn't seen a woman in years.

The clone's cock began to throb in your mouth, and you realized that he was about to cum and wanted to pull away from him, but he pressed your head against his groin and cummed down your throat, then with a pop he vanished, leaving behind only smoke. But no sooner had you relaxed than another clone took his place, and he also put his cock in your mouth. You started to move your head yourself, not wanting the clone to yank your hair, causing more discomfort. You squeezed your eyes shut, moving your head up and down on his cock as he moaned in pleasure.

Tobirama continued to move inside you with inexorable force. You felt as if it would never end, and by sheer force of will you held back your screams and sobs.

Approximately ten minutes passed when this clone, too, cummed and vaporized. Finally, the real Tobirama reached his limit. He came out of your exhausted cunt and cum on your back. Wiping his cock on your kimono, he slipped it back into his pants, and got up from his seat.

You collapsed to the ground without strength. Your gaze was blank, hot tears running down your cheeks.

«I'll see you again, little spy,» — he said before he walked away, giving you one last scornful look.

In pain and humiliation, you tried to cope with the consequences of this cruel punishment. You had lost everything: your pride, dignity, and willpower. You had a great hatred for the Senju clan, and especially for Tobirama. You will take revenge on him someday. You will. But right now, you need to think about getting to your clan.

«What am I going to tell Madara...» — you thought as you walked through the dark forest. You didn't know how you would explain it to him. You failed his mission, it would make him very angry.

@naoyagasm

[darkside-writing]

Madara replacing his infertile wife:

WARNINGS: 18+ Only, infidelity, breeding, misogyny, pregnancy mention, Cucking, Mean husband!Madara, Polygamy, Unnamed Wife, Reader is referred to as the “Bride”.

This brings me back to the concept of Konoha’s Breeding Program. Madara would most likely be stuck in a loveless arranged marriage for the sake of Clan alliance and be stuck with an incompetent wife, whose sole duty was to provide him male heirs. However he would soon find that she is useless and unable to accept his cum to get pregnant. It enrages the Uchiha because he has expectations from his clan to create an heir, soon calling to question his authority and manhood for having an unpregnant wife. The Uchiha suspects she was threw away by her former clan because of her disgraceful infertility, being unable to marry her off to anyone. He takes out his frustrations on his wife without holding back, her life is a living hell. Madara sees this as a sign of deceit and an insult to his manhood. She tries to fulfill her wifely duties by cooking, cleaning, and even offering her body for his pleasure only. However, Madara is too disgusted to even get his cock hard around her because of her infertility. He soon searches for a second wife to bring into their home. He needs a young, fruitful woman to take as his new wife and provide him with strong Uchiha children. The Uchiha does not even tell his first wife of his plans, she is of no importance to him. His first wife will be brandished as nothing more than livestock, her marking would be placed somewhere visible for the common eye to observe. Everyone in Konoha will see this useless woman as a mere object. She is only Madara Uchiha’s wife by legal name, but he will find another woman who will be the first and only in his heart who will fulfill all his desires.

It is likely Madara would find a beautiful, bountiful woman he has admired for awhile. Regardless if she is a Senju or not from a strong clan, he must have this woman and impregnate her immediately. The Uchiha elders grant Madara’s wish to take a second wife, they are also enraged over the botched marriage their clan was given. They were promised many sons and they will have them one way or another. To convince the woman’s family for marriage does not take long. Not many can deny the advances of a strong man like Madara Uchiha, known across the Land of Fire for his merciless battle prowess. The woman will be swiftly taken from her home and injected into his life. She is now his favorite wife and breeding hole. The Uchiha man does not care if his First Wife is greatly insecure over this new addition to their household. He tells her that his Bride will become head of the household when he is not around. She must obey his Bride’s every demand. The poor First Wife quickly becomes a slave to her own marriage. She is forced to watch as Madara happily fucks his new Bride in their shared bed. He has no qualms letting his First Wife know that this new Bride’s pussy feels better than hers. He is vocal about how much he is filling up the new woman with fertile sperm–guaranteed to plant a seed to grow into a strong Uchiha son.

Madara is a cruel husband. After long sessions of fucking his new Bride, he will call onto his First Wife and demand she clean them up. He smirks while watching the way tears brim his First Wife’s lashes, as her hands delicately swipe away her husbands precious cum with a rag from the Bride’s swollen pussy. If he is feeling particularly crude, he may even demand she clean with her tongue. Something about making his useless First Wife eat out his Bride makes his cock stir, ready for another round of ruthless breeding. Madara cannot get enough of wetting his cock with his Bride’s fertile pussy. She was a tight virgin when they married, now he has molded her into the perfect cock-hungry slut that constantly begs for sex. The couple does not bother hiding their sexual encounters. Often times the First Wife watches as Madara rails and completely fucks the brains out of his Bride. Her moans carry around the entire estate and Madara’s groans are music to her ears, she has never even heard a sound from him when they consummated their marriage. The final nail in the coffin would be when Madara has his Bride ride his cock in the middle of the night as his First Wife sleeps, however they all know she is awake and knows what is happening. It is laughable how the First Wife accepts her new life.

The Bride, while reluctant at first, feels a peculiar bubble of joy over having power to run her own household. She may not be cruel to the First Wife, but she isn’t afraid to flaunt her favoritism around the home. She doesn’t clean up the cum running down her legs after a quick fuck with Madara, allowing it to show freely to the First Wife as she cooks dinner. The Bride will even offer to have the First Wife join them in bed, but merely only as a joke. Knowing fully well Madara cannot keep an erection around the woman. After Madara arrives each day, his first objective is to check in on his Bride and give her a healthy load of cum. They are trying for a baby again. She is bound to be pregnant already but the man just can’t get enough of her pussy. After a quick fuck he will demand his First Wife to serve them dinner. Of course, she is not allowed to join them at the dinner table, her spot taken by the new beauitful, radiant Bride.

The Uchiha Clan is elated to finally have a woman to bring pride to their honorable clan. They disregard the First Wife and completely ignore her as Madara’s wife, the Bride is the true beauty of the clan. When she is heavily pregnant, they absolutely flock to her side and spoil the Bride. She is given extravagant kimonos to accommodate her ever growing belly and fed only the best food. Madara is beaming with pride over his Bride. She will birth him as many sons as he needs to carry on his superior Uchiha genes.

[uchihaharlot]

Soooo, Madara fan is here, thanks for your last head canon about him. ^^

Can I get "what if Madara falls in love with the girl who is much younger than him (let's say he is 35? And she is 18 or 19). 😔🙏

Hello my little Madara nymphomaniac 🥵🥰 I did not forget you!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥 Sometimes inspiration finds me at awkward times.

NSFW; mild grooming; age gap fuckery; consensual; he brings all the girls to the yard; obsessed.

— Madara is definitely the kind of man to go for green girls. The younger, the better. Though he won’t touch one that’s not an adult. He’s a pervert, not a pedophile.

— It’s not something he seeks out either, these types of situations work best if the girl comes to him. He is always accepting the warmth of a woman, especially if she’s fawning over him and such.

— Absolutely loves, loves, loves fucking them into stupid little babbling idiots. These are the kind of girls who just broke up with their first boyfriend and never had a real man inside of them. Probably never had an actual orgasm until he rearranges their pussy. H O L Y Mackerel, when he does lobotomize them with pleasure.

— Now this particular girl though, she’s fiesty and demanding. Knows what she wants. Rocks the boat just as much as he does. Actually has Madara on edge before he’s even ready to cum. And it’s not that she’s different from most girls her age, but damn if she isn't liquid katon in his palms and on his cock.

— Edging him to his heart and cocks content until he flips her over and fucks her rotten into his mattress. The sounds she makes are sweeter than any sakura tree in bloom. Filling her soft cunt to the brim until she’s panting his name over and over. With no end in sight, they fuck like they had been well acclimated to one another for years.

— At the end of their little tryst, Madara can't decide who is more desperate for more. Him or her? Several rounds ensue until the late early hours of the morning. By the time he wakes up she's gone, which is unusual. Madara will typically spent the next several hours coaxing these young girls out of his bed and off his cock. But her?

— She just door dashed his cock and slipped out under the radar. There's something arousingly unholy about this situation. That unregistered fear of missing out kicks in and, well, he's an Uchiha. They tend to fuck hard and fall fast—usually on their terms, but damn she got him good. How aggravating it is to Madara that the seemingly obtainable has slipped through his fingers. Its not that he really wants her, but he feels slighted by her ability to fuck now and talk later never.

— Ok, maybe he is a bit jaded. More than jaded, actually. Since feelings are like the common cold to an Uchiha, he goes about waiting it out...not today old man. For some reason, it's not his cock that aches for her return, but a deeper throb. One right underneath the ribcage that makes his throat lump up with a sense of forlorn and abandonment. So, with this...uncharacteristic and intrusive as hell mindset. Madara searches for her.

— Elicits the help of friends, under the guise that she stole something valuable of his (his poor Uchiha heart). Which, to him isn't necessarily a lie....but not the full truth. He's mad with lust, would be ignorant enough to call it love almost. But that's too soon. His corneas don't make this any easier, he replays their salacious night together over and over until he has every curve and speckle on her skin memorized. 10/10 jacks off to it.

— When they finally do cross paths again, the unfamiliar squeeze of his heartstrings is nearly as taut as when she had came all over his length those some nights ago. Madara will act as indifferent as he can, but fuck if he doesn't look like dog on the street. Eyes ravaging her fully clothed form as she stands before him.

— If falling into this sort of thing for her is something she will agree to, there is not a single place on this earth she can ever hide that Madara's affections won't follow and swallow her whole. She's basically going to be treated as acting Uchiha royalty, for as long as she is by his side. No other girl dare crosses paths with this woman and Madara is finding his feelings easier to accept than he initially imagined.

[peeponastick]

Touch My Soul, Pt. 1

Uchiha Itachi x fem!Reader

Word count: 1.6K

Rating: This will be a NSFW 18+ multi-part fic. Part 1 doesn't have any outright explicit content tho. Part 2 here

cw/tw: SPOILERS, mentions of sexual harassment (Hidan is a skeevy perv), emotional turmoil, angst?, sexual tension (but nothing actually happens sorry to edge y’all), major eye contact, like way too much eye contact reader and itachi are basically eye fucking each other 90% of the fic, dramatic asf I can't help myself im sorry

Idk what im doing This is my first time writing and really being on tumblr in general, please let me know if I missed any tags or if you have any advice!! 

not canon at all (but SPOILERS!!!!) pls humor me, everyone in the Akatsuki is alive and led by Madara/Tobi

Synopsis: Madara, the elusive figurehead of the Akatsuki, is an ambitious yet paranoid man. That’s why he has you, as a security measure, given your secret jutsu that allows you to see into people’s souls to confirm their true intentions. When Itachi Uchiha shows up to join the Akatsuki, what will you see behind his obsidian eyes?

Exhausted. Another cross-country mission with pain in the ass Hidan was just what the doctor ordered for your repressed rage and depression living in basically a wet cave with the rest of these jerks. You tried your best, you really did, to not let any emotions slip through the cracks of your cold facade. Some of them had better qualities than others, but none of your fellow Akatsuki members were people you felt particularly amiable towards.

Most of them viewed you as Madara’s stone-cold right hand, his own personal weapon. He trusted you more than any other member, and that fact alone was enough to instill a certain kind of fear in the hearts of every other Akatsuki member. And you know what, good. The more you kept your distance, the better. 

Though your body ached with fatigue upon returning to headquarters, your senses immediately picked up a foreign energy hanging in the air– a presence. Not ominous per se, but definitely a palpable and strong chakra signature.

Leaving Hidan’s perverted requests to join him for some “one-on-one post-mission relaxation time” behind, you made your way to Madara, the chakra getting stronger the closer you got. 

There he was. 

Your breath hitched as your eyes set on a statuesque man standing across from Madara, his tousled, raven-black hair draped around his stunning face and strong shoulders. A lifetime of stress and hardship left evidence of weariness across his features, and yet his eyes still sparkled with a fierce softness, framed by a set of beautiful, thick lashes.

He was so... pretty. Your eyes dropped down to his lips, then his chest downward as you began to drink him in, feeling flushed with an unfamiliar warm tingling the longer you studied him.

He glanced at you with his penetrating eyes, your cheeks burned at being caught in your lustful admiration. Without a doubt, it was Itachi Uchiha standing next to Madara, a solemn look spread across his delicate face.

You’d seen him in the bingo book before, but all the talk you had heard didn’t compare to standing in the same room as him. It was intriguing, though, for someone with such a reputation, and clearly such immense power, his energy didn’t feel threatening or overbearing to you.

Madara raised a hand to Itachi, finally pulling your gaze away from him, before walking over to you. 

“I’m sure you’ve completed the tasks assigned to you, y/n, correct?” Madara asked rhetorically.

You had never failed him, it was important for you to maintain your position in his eyes. Your usual self would have made a sardonic remark about your disdain for working with Hidan again, how a pet rock would have been just as helpful with none of the sexual harassment. But, with the third party in the room, you simply nodded while maintaining your cold, detached demeanor.

“Good, I have another task for you then,” Madara commanded lowly in his deep, chilling voice, pointing his chin in Itachi’s direction.

“This is y/n,” Madara announced, gesturing in your direction as you followed him towards Itachi.

“She’ll just perform a little security check if you don’t mind, nothing personal. I am interested in your usefulness, but I just like to be sure of who I’m working with, I’m sure you can understand. After all, ‘clan killer’ doesn’t exactly have a trustworthy ring to it, now does it?” Madara taunted.

Itachi’s beautiful, brown eyes glinted with an undetectable emotion before connecting with yours, and again you began feeling the wave of heat washing over you.

What was this?! Some sort of jutsu he was using on you?? No.. my god, had it really been that long since you’d been attracted to someone? 

Snapping out of your embarrassing realization about your pitiful sex life, you cleared your throat as you pulled yourself together to perform your special jutsu. Your specialty was energy and emotions– detecting, reading, transmuting. This made you very handy to Madara, after all, knowing what’s inside someone’s soul makes it much easier to manipulate them and offer them what they want to hear, in exchange for whatever Madara wants or needs.

Your secret jutsu was something you dreaded performing. You were incredibly sensitive and receptive to energy, so oftentimes it would leave you completely drained and horrified— seeing all of the vile things people have done, let happen to others, things people buried and hid deep within themselves. It was a lot to witness and take in, and have to maintain your icy demeanor on top of that, lest Madara begin to question you. 

After weaving the hand signs, you hid the nerves buzzing in your body as you approached Itachi to place your hands on either side of his lean, muscular shoulders and touch your forehead to his. By the power of your jutsu, you were transported into Itachi’s soulscape, where you’d be able to confirm for Madara upon exiting, Itachi’s true intentions and trustworthiness as an Akatsuki member. 

Given what you had heard about Itachi, you braced yourself upon entering his soulscape, but were totally unprepared for what you saw.

Time stopped as you and Itachi stood under an endless blue sky painted with magnificent rolling waves of white clouds. The sound of rushing water caught your attention as you looked behind you to notice you were standing several paces away from the edge of a breathtaking waterfall. The cascading water plummeted down the carved earth into pools of emerald green.

Peace. You felt peace standing in this supposed monster’s soul? Itachi stood silent, his eyes intensely watching you as you began to take in more of your surroundings. You’d never seen or felt anything like this, this energy was so.. pure. 

Taking a moment to gather all the information flooding your senses, you turned to look at Itachi as tears pricked your eyes. Your heart broke as you began to fully understand and feel the weight of what he’d been through– what he’d been forced to do, and how much of a monster he believed he was because of it. You felt a gut-wrenching familiarity that ignited an inferno in your own soul, pulling you to him like a magnet and calling you to embrace him and never let go.

“Itachi, I-” you moved close to him, your mind racing as you tried to process the truth, “I’m so sorry, for everything you’ve been through.” You delicately placed a hand on his cheek while looking deep into his gorgeous eyes. His demeanor softened as the emotions overcame the both of you.

“Y-You know?” he hesitantly asked, almost too scared to believe you were seeing the real him and not judging or looking at him with disgust.

Your brows twinged with sadness as you nodded, “Everything,” you replied, tears streaming down your pink cheeks. 

He placed his large, warm palm over your hand as he searched your eyes for confirmation that this was really real and happening to him. He had always been expected to take on insurmountable tasks, things that made him question morality itself, all alone.

And yet, here you were, seeing him, understanding him, accepting him for who he truly was and not what he had done. The burden of his past finally being shared by an open heart, something he never could’ve imagined he deserved.

You reassured his fears without words, both of you lost in each other’s all-consuming gaze. You had never met before, and yet it felt like your souls had known each other many lifetimes. 

You were standing so close to him, the heat of his flushed skin radiated his intoxicating scent, smelling of old-growth forest and clean musk. Every nerve and fiber of your being was lit aflame as his eyes dropped down to your plump lips. His soulful eyes returned to yours as he moved his other hand to gently push a strand of your silky hair out of your face.

You were entranced by his beauty, slowly blinking as you held eye contact with him, fighting every urge to taste his lips that were mere inches away. He equally was mesmerized by your beauty, his eyes scanned all of your features, trying to take you all in and understand what this all meant, how you came to be the you standing here holding him.

“Who are you?” his deep, gravelly voice purred, a gentle smile lighting up his face. 

Panic overtook you as reality came crashing down, remembering that Madara was waiting in the real world for your answer. Though time operated much differently in your jutsu, Madara would certainly become suspicious if things took too long.

You placed your hands on either side of Itachi’s face as you held him close, a frantic look in your eyes.

“We’re out of time. Come to my room tonight, I’ll explain everything.” You hurriedly released the jutsu, and collected yourself so you could resume your emotionless facade so as to not draw suspicion. 

You turned to face Madara, immediately detecting his impatience, “He passed,” you confirmed, “Sorry for the delay, there was.. a lot there.”

Madara stood silent for a moment before releasing a booming laugh, “Yes, I suppose given our Itachi’s history there would be quite a lot to sift through, y/n.”

He turned to walk past Itachi and beckoned him to follow as he began to discuss his plans for the Akatsuki and, eventually, the world. You stood frozen, body still processing all of the huge waves of  emotions you’d experienced in your jutsu. A pit of anxiety began to form deep in your stomach knowing this fated meeting with Itachi meant it was finally time to begin your plan. To take down Madara and the Akatsuki from within. 

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If you read this far, thank you so much I appreciate you!! I hope you liked my first fic ♡ᵎᵎᵎ

[uniquelyabnormallyoriginal]

》 Naruto Fic List 《

Various characters / masterlist

> Masterlist

> domini album / masterlist

> Bit More

Naruto Uzumaki

> Lewd

Shikamaru Nara

> fae!shikamaru takes a liking to you☆

> You Have Friends?

> obsessed ex

> Fantasy

> The Morning

> MIND BREAK

> Troublesome, Pt. 1

> smoking hot

> Shikamaru x Reader 18+

> Truth or Dare

> Prompt: “Oh, how we’re going to hurt each other.”

> The Shadow Master

> One Night…

> You’re in my spot

> love is seen in the smallest of moments, when its just you and the other - alone.

> Sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ⵊɴ

> Drowsy Shadows

> Yours, Mine, Ours

> Lazy Mess

> Orgasm Denial(My Girl)

> Say My Name

> Bummer

> Pretty Girl

> "Subtle"

> Adorned By Lace And Shadows

> 2:37 A.M.

> Just my own Christmas

> First Time

> Bed Rest

> Shikamaru with a busty reader headcanons

Gaara of the desert

> Middle of the night

> AFAB reader x shikamaru x gaara

Tobirama Senju

> Devastated (Tobirama Senju x Fem! Anbu Reader)

> POLITICALLY LOVELESS

> We Just Met And This Is Crazy...

> The Home I Crave - Chapter XVIII

> DADDY KINK

> No Matter How Long It May Take

> Foul Creature (Tobirama x Uchiha!Reader) Part I

> The plan -Comfort series

> The Hokage’s Desk

> water under the bridge album

> Tobirama reunites with his lover after a battle.

> a/b/o hc

> brooding little heart

Kakashi Hatake

> Love Notes - How bad at flirting can you be?

> Pollen Count

> Leave It On

> Remember What You Said

> Is That Understood?

> Dangerous Desires (vi)

> Jitters

> YOU’RE MINE

Madara Uchiha

> senju reader

[dark-konohagakure2]

❤️ 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.

[madarasgirl]

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?

[rz-jocelyn]

[NEWS UPDATE] Live Spectacle NARUTO: The Title, Full Cast and Other Information for the Final "Live Spectacle NARUTO" Stage have been Announced

TITLE

Live Spectacle NARUTO ~Shinobi no Ikiru Michi~

CAST

Nakao Masaki as Uzumaki Naruto

Sato Ryuji as Uchiha Sasuke

Ito Yui as Haruno Sakura

Kimisawa Yuki as Hatake Kakashi

Daigo Cecile as Tsunade

Sena as Hyuuga Hinata

Ikeoka Ryousuke as Nara Shikamaru

Kojima Sari as Yamanaka Ino

Kawai Ryuunosuke as Senju Tobirama

Tsukada Tomoki as Sarutobi Hiruzen

Naya Takeru as Gaara

Kitamura Keigo as A

Koyanagi Shin as Killer B

Maeda Ryuutarou as Hozuki Suigetsu

Nanaki Kanon as Karin

Ise Daiki as Uchiha Obito

Kitazono Ryo as Namikaze Minato (Fourth Hokage)

Hiro Yuumi as Orochimaru

Nakamura Seijiro as Uchiha Madara

Kyou Nobuo as Senju Hashirama

NOTE:

[1] Sato Ryuji (Uchiha Sasuke), Ito Yui (Haruno Sakura) and Kimisawa Yuki (Hatake Kakashi) are the starting members of "Live Spectacle NARUTO" who have been in every production since 2015.

For translations of Ryuji and Kimi-chan’s Tweets regarding the announcement of "Live Spectacle NARUTO ~Shinobi no Ikiru Michi~", please refer to this link: HERE

[2] Also making a notable return is Hiro Yuumi, who has played Orochimaru since 2015.

[3] On Team Taka, Nanaki Kanon will also be returning as Karin. Kanon-chan and Ryuji (Uchiha Sasuke) are the two members of Team Taka who have played their roles since the formation of Team Hebi in 2017.

DATES AND VENUES

Kanagawa

Dates: October 08, 2023 to October 11, 2023

Venue: Kanagawa Arts Theatre

Capacity: 1,200 people

Hyogo

Dates: October 18, 2023 to October 22, 2023

Venue: AiiA 2.5 Theater Kobe

Capacity: 775 people

Tokyo

Dates: October 28, 2023 to November 05, 2023

Venue: TOKYO DOME CITY HALL

Capacity: 2,500 people

OTHER PRODUCTIONS IN THE "LIVE SPECTACLE NARUTO"

To watch the other productions in the "Live Spectacle NARUTO", please refer to the links below.

Live Spectacle NARUTO (2015)

DVD: HERE

Live Spectacle NARUTO (2016)

Blu-ray: HERE

DVD: HERE

Live Spectacle NARUTO ~Akatsuki no Shirabe~ (2017)

Blu-ray: HERE

DVD: HERE

Live Spectacle NARUTO ~Akatsuki no Shirabe~ (2019)

Blu-ray: HERE

DVD: HERE

Live Spectacle NARUTO ~Uzumaki Naruto Monogatari~ (2021)

Blu-ray: HERE

DVD: HERE

Live Spectacle NARUTO ~Ninkai Taisen, Kaisen~ (2022)

Animate Limited Set (Blu-ray): HERE

Animate Limited Set (DVD): HERE

Limited Edition (Blu-ray): HERE

Limited Edition (DVD): HERE

GOODS FOR THE "LIVE SPECTACLE NARUTO"

To purchase the goods for the "Live Spectacle NARUTO", please refer to this link: HERE

NOTE:

[1] To purchase the individual goods for Uchiha Sasuke (Sato Ryuji), click on the dropdown menu above the "カートに入れる” (Add to Cart) and “スピード購入” (Speed Buy) buttons.

[2] Then, select the option that says “うちはサスケ:佐藤流司”.

For more information about the proxy services available for Japan, please refer to this link: HERE

Source: ( x )

[bridgetotheskyyy]

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.