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[meowmada]

Hashimada and their vibe

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[mariegocf]

[everymadara]

Chapter 624

[yimena-joy]

Natural Disaster 🍃

[uchihashisui-kun]

I love it when people refer to Danzō as a war criminal in the context of Naruto because that means that in the Narutoverse there's the equivalent of the Geneva Convention that happened at some point and for some reason I find that so funny

[naghamadiblueberry]

In my teenage past, I wrote narusaku, but now I wholly appreciate the really messy and complicated gay love story between two warriors.

HashiMada is so good, Madara is the ultimate wounded idealist who's like...gone full sassy bitch mode, and Hashirama is just a himbo with a heart of gold, fists of adamant and a whole forest worth of wood.

[kankuroplease]

How is kawarama so hot?!?! Like what is it about him- and we haven’t even seen him in full spice mode 🏃 💨

Kawarama’s got the Senju effect they be hot 🤭

[hibiscusseaart]

So about Time Travel Tobirama

He gets back in his childhood, the period when Kawarama was already dead, but Itama still alive, just cuz I like Itama alive and well, ok. (also i love the idea of Itama the weed shinobi by @oh-no-its-bird so)

And he starts to think and strategise smth like "Ok, I need to kill Black Zetsu, but idk where he is. But he should be around Uchihas, so I must come closer. But I cant just go there, we're not in peace, they'd kill me. And I don't exactly know when Black Zetsu is gonna try to manipulate Madara. So I also have to monitor Madara and make sure Izuna doesn't ever dies, to ensure that Madara won't lose his shit".

So, he's really logical and his conclusion was "So the easiest way to monitor the Uchiha clan is to marry an Uchiha." But he can't just marry a random Uchiha, it'd be shitty for politics he is the clan heir after Hashirama after all + it'd be nice way to strengthen peace via marriage. Plus he needs to keep close eye to Madara. So. Marrying Madara it is. Or Izuna. But first of all, Izuna is annoying and second he still needs very carefully look for potential signs of Black Zetsu corruption and it's better to do that when they're in close quarters. So the best case scenario is Madara's hand in marriage.

Killing Madara might be easier, but Hashirama would be sad. Plus I think the ppl who helped him to be sent in the past (coughnaruto who said that) told him smth about that Madara and Hashirama are Indra and Ashura reincarnations and be like "What if daddy Sage gets angry..."

So yeah no killing Madara. Even though he kinda wants to.

And to be clear, he had this plan in the few days he's back in his baby body. He's like 10-12 or whatever, when Hashi starts running to the river to meet Madara. Oh and Itama is safe and sound cuz Tobi said fuck Butsuma and went to safe his baby brother.

So one day Tobirama follows his brother to the river to actually meet Madara before his father decides to fuck everything.

So, Tobirama's the most fucked up honeypot mission officially begun. Tobirama is gonna be like "Ok i need to impress a 12 yo... But I cant just show him a cool jutsu, he might think about me as a rival or whatever... Kids like praise and cool things... Maybe I can tell him that he's cute and find him a cool stick? Should I ask Anija to make a cool stick?"

He meets Madara (without a stick, Hashirama might've suspect smth) and be like "Wow, Anija who would've known you've made such a cute friend" (Tobirama is hard cringing in his head, he's not the best in honeypot missions) and Madara, being about 12 year old, is standing there covered in mud, cuz Hashirama threw him into river or whatever + the little hc that he's kinda ugly when he's in his teens. Like Madara thinks of himself as strong and cool, but not particularly handsome with his wild hair and eye bags.

So Madara is smitten cuz wow pretty boy with red eyes said that He's cute!!!

Tobirama looks at Madara's dopey smile and thinks of the first phase as a success. Now Tobirama starts to spend some time with Hashirama and Madara to monitor their surroundings from their clans, while Itama distracts their father, and also try to win over Madara when he is still an impressionable kid. Plus he starts hinting that they may be Senju and Uchiha and that they should be prepared. But well they're kids who wants to escape all that war and just play with a peer so.

Long story short, Madara be like "So we're gonna make a village and then I'm gonna marry Tobirama!"

Tobi "fuck yes, a bit ahead of the schedule, but sounds good, i'm in"

Hashirama is outraged bc THATS HIS LIL BROTHER!!!

So Tobirama plays hard and makes Madara promise to marry him when they're old enough.

But then well, they're still found out and they still have a fallout cuz of their clans. But Tobirama made them promise to try hard for peace (and marriage), so now they just have to wait til Butsuma dies and Hashirama can become a clan head.

Tobirama tries not to be so efficient at killing Uchihas cuz he will be their family later so he tries to avoid it and just knock out or use some non lethal methods. Hashirama mostly fights Madara and it's almost sparrings at this point. Itama works on his weed empire and learns healing.

Well one day Butsuma dies and Hashirama and Tobirama bully their Elders and rush to try for peace. Tajima (who I think is still alive) is suspicious of all of it and stalls af.

So one day on the battlefield Tobirama says "So, marriage when? You promised asshole", making all the Uchiha and Senju stumble and "HUH?!"

So now many of the Senju and Uchiha now know that Uchiha clan heir apparently proposed to the Senju heir ??? Everyone is confused.

Madara, still crushing hard on Tobirama, catches this opportunity and bullies everyone to allow peace and let him marry Tobirama. Uchiha allow it only cuz everyone knows how crazy Uchihas about loved ones and Madara is the strongest one. They kinda afraid that if they won't allow it, he'd go crazy (he would).

So Madara gets his trophy wife Tobirama, Tobirama gets his safari zone with Uchihas in their natural habitat.

Tobirama is a surprisingly good husband to Madara, cuz with all that Zetsu thing, he's attentive as hell. "Something bothering you, dear husband? Do tell me everything."

At first they think he'd learn things and will tell that all back to Senju, but Tobirama tries to assure them "I don't really care about details. Tell me about how it makes you feel." (he looks for the signs of Zetsu corruption)

So basically Tobirama marries Madara to become his therapist. Madara is very much in love and constantly brags how much his spouse loves him and that he always listens his worries.

Izuna is mad as fuck about all of it btw. He thinks that Tobirama has ulterior motives and hides something. (He's right. ) But Tobirama dutifully plays his part as an attentive spouse and makes plans for bettering Uchiha clan just so that the village won't suffer. He'd probably would prescribe them regular therapy for everyone who awoken Sharingan.

also @fashionredalert write a snippet for this au with madara in the mud! pls check it out!

[yu-huuuu]

Could I have an imagine/a little scenario of Madara, Itachi, Sasuke and Hashirama explaining to his son that his wife is pregnant again and that he'll have a little sibling soon? Thank you! I hope I'm not bothering 😅

[ 🌸 ] these four give me vibes of being mayhem with a little kid around them… pfff-

characters: madara uchiha;; itachi uchiha;; sasuke uchiha;; hashirama senju;; some character mentions

genre: fluff;; lovely-family comedy;; sad moments?

warnings: none;; grown men trying to explain to a child where babies come from (it goes wrong);; pregnant reader;; is a happily married couple a warning?

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𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵

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madara uchiha

*welcome to see the scariest man in the ninja world being a puddle of nerves with his son.

*He does not know how to explain this topic to the child 💀

*The only reason he does it is that you talked him into it.

*And he, being the good husband that he was, succumbed to your wishes lmao

"But darling, I don't know how to explain this to our son-"

"You will do a good job, love, besides, who would be the best to explain this than you?"

*Letting out a dramatic sigh, your imposing husband - who didn't look so imposing now - sat down with his boy, and spoke

"You're going to be a big brother"

*He would try to explain your pregnancy situation to the best of his ability to his four-year-old son.

*What it entails, the burden your body will carry. How in your precious womb you carry his son, his beloved youngest son, who will be born in a few months.

*But, despite everything- it fails miserably.

*Your son, oh, your precious and clearly confused son, innocently asked his dad, “But daddy, how did mommy get pregnant?”

*Madara.exe has stopped working- Seriously, the question leaves him paralyzed for a full minute.

*You think he just stopped breathing because he just doesn't move anymore.

*But no- there's nothing to worry about… he just doesn't know how to function anymore.

*His mind went blank, and he forgot the steps to follow to exist.

*He's had his Windows reset, just give him a moment- and yes, he'll be fine, I promise.

*When he comes to, he gives you a 'helping' look as he adorably babbles nonsense.

“I-…uhhh well I…”, he tries to speak as you try not to laugh at his unfavorable situation. How could you avoid it? The only times he's been like this is only when you annoy him-also when more racy things happen, and you're the dominant one... but that's a topic for another day-

*But seriously, help him or send help please... He's going to collapse at any moment, pfff-

*Also remembering his younger brother, Izuna. But he trusts that his son will not make the same mistake that he did, which was not protecting his younger brother.

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itachi uchiha

*Actually, it happened unexpectedly.

*You had not yet told your son about your pregnancy.

*And One night you were having a hard time with the terrible vomiting of pregnancy. And Itachi, like the loving and protective husband that he is, was by your side comforting you and holding your hair so it wouldn't get in your way. Your beloved partner was so focused on you that he did not notice that his son was at the entrance of the bathroom door watching what was happening.

*He only became aware of his son's presence when he helped you up because your body had been very weak.

*He could see the worry and fear in his son's eyes, the little boy was worried about you, his loving mother.

*After helping you get clean, he took you to your shared room to tuck you into the soft bed, after making sure you were comfortable and that you were asleep, he went to where his son was. When he approached his son Itachi's heart ached, his child looked like he was about to cry. With quick steps he approached the small body of him to hug him.

*With a trembling voice, his son, soon to be five, asked, "Daddy, is Mommy going to die?"

*Itachi had to hold back the amused smile that was about to appear on his face. After all his son was genuinely worried about you, he had to calm down those worries first, and then the next morning he could tell you and laugh along with you about his son's innocent question.

*Stroking the soft hair of his son, he spoke, "Your mommy will be fine, little one, it's just that she's pregnant."

*And congratulation's! You now have two official bodyguards; your loving husband and son.

*"I'll protect you mommy!" //Itachi supporting from the back//

*Rather, you and itachi protect him, but- don't tell him, okay? Your baby is proud and Itachi only feeds your son's pride lmao

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sasuke uchiha

*He is proud and happy to have another child (he vaguely wants it to be a girl)

*Since he wants to break the news to the boy, he tries to mentally prepare himself to explain to his son about your situation (you support him deep down).

*When he feels ready, he goes to where his son is and sits next to him.

*He starts off softly preparing the boy for the big reveal.

“Have you ever… wanted to be a big brother?”

*The question brings out everything his son has imagined, when he thinks about what he would be like as a big brother.

*How he would always protect his little brother or sister, how he would play with him or her and how he would always be there for them.

*Vaguely, his own son reminds him of Itachi, his beloved older brother now deceased. And Sasuke remembering his family again wonders if his father and his brother had this talk before he was born.

*He swallows the urge to cry just remembering Itachi again.

*but, he is happy just thinking that his son will be a good big brother, just like his uncle.

*And Sasuke knows that, if one day he and his beloved wife are no longer in this world, his eldest son will take care of the youngest… just as itachi took care of him.

"You're going to be a big brother"

*Yes… his son is going to be a good big brother.

*And that same afternoon a happy Sasuke, but a little sad, returned to your arms along with his son, very excited who kept asking you about your little belly.

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hashirama senju

*He's nervous, you'd think it's just because of your pregnancy

*but it's not like that

*is he nervous?, yes

*but he's scared too, you know?

*His father was not the best father figure, he was not a good husband either

*and you would really think that being the head of the village he would be sensible regardless, but no.

*He's just afraid of becoming like his father, he's afraid of hurting you one day and hurting his children.

*And even though you're always reassuring him that he'll be a good husband, there's still that little pressure on his chest of fear.

*But surprisingly, he gets up and talks to his son.

*He knows that if one day the fear of becoming like his father comes true, his eldest son will be able to protect you from him.

*According to him, he is avoiding catastrophes… pfff-

*His son, seeing his not so animated state, asks him what he has, and despite only being five years old, your husband tells him about his fears.

*And the child in his innocent little head assures him that he would never be a monster, he could never be like that, because he is his precious daddy.

*the one who always tells bad jokes and makes his beloved mother laugh.

*Your husband, being the sentimental man he is- cries, cries like when you said the same thing to him the first time while he hugs his son.

*When the hugs end and the thoughts and fears leave Hashirama he can rest in peace. He no longer sees himself as someone who will be bad one day.

*And most importantly, if he ever disappears or dies, he knows that his older son will protect you and his younger brother.

[dark-konohagakure2]

i’m so glad you’re back! your blog is like the only imagines blog i like 💖 could you write overprotective dad hashirama with his daughter? he barely lets her out of the house or do things by herself because she’s too precious to him, plus he always tells her she’s not capable of doing anything by herself so she needs him to control her and tell her what to do

tw: incest, parent/child, daughter complex, possessiveness, infantilization, isolation, grooming, mild misogyny, age difference, blowjobs

All characters depicted are 18+

Ever since his daughter was born, Hashirama understood his new purpose in life, not just to protect his village, but to keep his child safe from the world at all costs, Hashirama was obsessed with her from the moment she was born.

Right from the very beginning he's overprotective, only allowing himself and Mito to be around their daughter, and even then Hashirama still hogs her from her mother, sometimes even neglecting his work to spend time with his precious little princess.

At first Hashirama's intentions are purely innocent, at least as innocent as a possessive obsession with his own flesh and blood can be, but when she reaches adulthood, his feelings begin to change. There has always been an underlying desire for her in everything that he did, but now that she's a woman, those twisted desires are brought to the forefront.

By this time Hashirama will keep her inside nearly at all times, making sure she sticks to more proper, womanly duties, it's more appropriate for a girl like her to stay inside with her daddy all day, not going outside like some sort of rebellious tomboy.

"Dear, you know you can't go outside, it's far too dangerous. Why don't you try cooking something instead? That's a good, girl hobby."

He also has a tendency to treat her like a child despite her age, going almost every little thing for her, like cutting her food and tucking her in. If she calls him out on this incredibly strange behavior, he'll simply smile and tell her that he loves caring for his little girl.

He's always had thoughts about using her for his own pleasure, but Hashirama never even thought about acting on it until she reached maturity. He would spend many nights fisting his cock to thoughts of his own daughter, all while in bed right next to his sleeping wife.

When he can finally no longer control his dark urges, he'll convince his daughter to give him a blowjob. He can easily talk her into it, he's made himself the center of her entire universe since the day she as born, so convincing his good girl to give him head is very easy.

Hashirama praises her excessively throughout the entire act, holding her head gently and stoking her hair as he slowly thrusts into her mouth, taking care to make sure she doesn't gag or experience too much discomfort while he uses her for his own pleasure.

"A-Ah~ G-Good girl... You're making daddy feel so good, baby girl~ Daddy loves you very, very much..."

Hashirama loves his daughter more than anything, so that's exactly why he keeps her all to himself. She shouldn't worry herself with being a shinobi or an independent woman, she's better off being Daddy's girlfriend instead.

[belit0]

ahh, i just found out tobirama was about 40 when he became hokage! which makes him even hotter🤭. can you do a hokage tobirama and his young pregnant shy wife meeting his family and like people around the village

I need to EXPLICTLYYYY know where you got that information from bc confirming that he was a daddy brings a different flavor to his character🫠❤️‍🩹

For clarification purposes: Madara is blind in this piece. Hashirama healed Izuna before he died, under Madara's acceptance of peace, and Aniki never took his younger brother's eyes, preferring to go blind rather than steal his sight.

No one dares to look him in the eye, let alone question the possessive hand that won't let go of (Y/N)'s hips. Her belly is too prominent to deny the situation, but no one is used to seeing the current Hokage with his wife.

Senju Tobirama devoted himself to hiding the woman he promised as a bride, unable to tolerate stares at her and unfortunate comments. Both men and women would send lust and desire toward her, and he would have no way to stop them all. What better remedy than to shelter (Y/N) until his ownership is undeniable?

Tobirama can be quite capricious.

The man even went as far as not allowing his own older brother to meet her, Hashirama himself excluded from the equation. To think that the former Hokage could betray his younger brother like that was ridiculous to everyone, but it wasn't about lust with him. No.

Tobirama hid (Y/N) because he refused to lose the one ray of light in his life (after Anija's solar shower, of course). His past is made up of death and disappointment, built as an unfeeling weapon of war by his father, robbed of the ability to empathize with anyone until the creation of Konoha.

His wife brought a peace he didn't know he needed into his life, a breath of fresh air even as nations struggled to not cooperate with peace, freedom among so much horror and suffering. (Y/N) showed him that life could be spent out of survival mode, that he could relax for sleep and accept another person into his bed without danger.

Having found what he always sought without knowing it, Tobirama could not afford to lose it.

Keeping her away from everything and everyone (beyond his possible jealousy) was also composed by the need to protect her, to remove her from the spotlight that inevitably comes with being the Hokage's future wife, to prevent her from being used against him. The albino's attitudes were based on affection, but now that (Y/N) is round with his creation, full of him, he can't help but proudly display her.

He strolls through the market streets with his head held high and his wife tightly in his grip, shooting hostile glances at anyone who looks at them for more than five minutes at a time. Of course he expects people to be surprised, but he doesn't want her to end up with the evil eye either.

"Hokage-Sama! Here, here!" shouts a little old lady from his favorite food stall. He can't ignore people from his village, those who trust him, and comes up to her stall to give her a smile unbecoming of Tobirama. "You look very happy, Hokage-Sama!"

"Ah... how could a man not be, having such a beautiful woman by his side?" And (Y/N) blushes, waving slightly at the little old lady and trying to hide the redness of her cheeks behind the sleeve of her yukata.

The elderly woman smiles, and hands them both a small package of food without accepting anything in return, "here, here, take this, enjoy life!" She practically pushes them out of her stall, and they resume walking to the point they agreed on with Hashirama.

People stare and stare at them, some even dare to congratulate the Hokage, give him blessings, ask if he could feel how many children are there. Some inquiries make him uncomfortable, and with just a blunt look he gets rid of those prying eyes.

They receive more gifts along the way, offerings of love and respect, food and decorations, townspeople declaring their eagerness to meet the Hokage's offspring. Tobirama would not expect to have interacted with so many people in such a short distance, and his social battery is noticeably drained, squeezing (Y/N) more and more protectively against his body.

By the time they reach Hashirama's house, the Hokage no longer wants anything to do with anyone.

"Ayoooooo! Tobi! You made it!" his older brother waits for them sitting at the door, like a little kid waiting for his dad to come home from work. The problem is, Hashirama is not a child, and not little one either. He pounces on the two, wrapping his arms around them and pressing their faces to his chest, invasive and effusive as always but enhanced by (Y/N)'s presence.

"Aaaa! (Y/N)! Finally released from your confinement! It's so beautiful to finally meet you!" Anija lets go of him, only to squeeze her separately, give her kisses on the crown of her head and clench her cheeks like a grandmother. Yes, Hashirama could be compared to a grandmother. "Have you looked... I mean, in there? See what's in there? We could ask Izuna to-"

"No."

"But-"

"No. It's a surprise." Tobirama pulls (Y/N) out of his arms, and hugging her enters the house he knows by heart. He heads straight for the courtyard, where he knows Hashirama (who comes behind him with his head down and feigning sadness) enjoys afternoons of tea.

Of course, he does not expect the surprise his brother has prepared for him there.

The whole clan, the whole damn family is gathered around a huge table, different from the one Anija prefers for his solitary lunches. Sitting in the two main seats, the Uchiha brothers, who have no business in a Senju house, full of Senju men and women.

Is this what peace looks like? Graphically represented? Tobirama wants to vomit.

"TOBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" He is greeted by his entire family as a whole, and the elders soon hover over both of them. Females kidnap (Y/N) to shower her with questions and love, all a carbon copy of how Hashirama behaves but boosted to the tenth.

The albino is also abducted, but by the young men and his older brother, who seems to have regained his cheerfulness. They sit him down in front of the Uchiha brothers, and it's like sending a cow to the slaughter.

"Tobi Tobes... I didn't know your family called you like that, neither that your wife was SO pregnant... He hides too many things from us, right Aniki?" Izuna starts, as usual, not missing a chance to poke him with whatever comes in front of him.

"Hm."

"How many children do you have there? 3? She's... prominent!"

"Get my wife out of your mouth before I make you remember why the war existed in the first place." It's a blunt threat, and the young men around him tense up. Peace is old at this point, but the habits of a life that no longer exists are hard to forget.

"He's joking! Yes, yes, he's kidding! No tobi?" Hashirama tries to disperse the waters, and it works, at least with those who don't know them inside out. Madara knows what's coming, and so does he somehow.

"You want me to see how many are there? With the Sharingan, I mean... it's not like I actually want to get inside-"

"Izuna. Enough." Aniki tries, and succeeds until the albino glares at his little brother.

"Madara... you're blind, but if only could you see the size of that woman's belly..."

"IZUNA!" This time it's Hashirama, who gets indignant every time the Uchiha speaks so lightly about his brother's eye condition. Maybe it's the way they both have of cooperating with the situation, but it's still terrible in his ears.

The Uchiha leader chuckles under his breath, and it's all the validation Izuna needs to go on.

"So, what do you say, Tobi Tobes, want to check it out?" and before he can activate his Dōjutsu, two huge branches stop them both. Tobirama, who was in the process of pulling out a kunai and jumping to his throat, is imprisoned in his seat. Izuna, about to reveal the mystery the couple wanted to keep, has a huge trunk wrapped around his head in the eye area.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too."

"Fuck all of you guys." And everyone turns around in surprise, because this time it's (Y/N) doing the talking. She puts a hand on her husband's shoulder, dodging the wood on him, and gives a pleasant smile to the Uchiha brothers. "We'll find out how many children are here at the time of delivery, for the time being, I appreciate your efforts, Lord Izuna."

[uh-oh-its-bird]

Offshoot of my "team Ro time travels to the founders era" post because @prinzgnomeovonchaos infected me with brain rot in the notes

So buckle in baby it's time for

Sakumo and babyKashi time traveling to the warring states ✨️

So first thing to get out of the way; Modern Hatake's and warring states era Hatake's do not hold up to the same standards.

The Hatake's during the states were a very small clan with a very big reputation. Hailing from Iron, they were an almost famous wild clan even all the way in fire country. Distantly related to the Inuzuka's but leaning more towards wolves than dogs.

They had a proper kekkei genkai and everything, unnaturally fast and strong, often born with some form of enhanced senses— be it smell, sight, taste, or even touch. Their white chakra fed into it, and they'd feed their chakra with diets of raw meat and the occasional light cannibalism during some special clan celebrations and rituals.

Unfortunatley Sakumo knows very little about the above because he was very young when his clan was pretty much all wiped out. He was raised by the only other survivor, his grandmother, who was pretty young herself when the clan got wiped, and unfortunatley was never all too concious of many of the rituals and traditions of her clan until it was too late.

Sakumo grew up to village standards and was mostly declawed because of it, and Kakashi is only doubly so. And with that dulling of all the different traditions and specific diets also came the slow fading of their bloodline limit, which was already pretty subtle if you didn't know what you're looking for.

Anyways moving on, and if you want more details for my headcanons ab warring states Hatake's vs modern standard Hatake's look at my other time travel post bc I talk ab it more there.

So Kakashi is like 6 (holy shit he's a BABY baby)

Google keeps giving me conflicting numbers for Sakumo's age at his death so we're just gonna shrug and say he's in his early 30's.

Then for the founders;

Madara (23)

Hashirama (23)

Izuna (19)

Tobirama (18)

Sakumo is staring at these guys going through it bc they are BABIES to him. And like look, he's used to working with or even occasionally under people much younger than him, but like. Oh man that's the shodai hokage. And he's like a toddler.

(He's a 23 year old man but Sakumo is kind of having a crisis so he can't register that)

So like. All the founders have major daddy issues, right? Like we can all agree that's plausible? I'm so sorry I just think it'd be *really fucking funny* if they look at Sakumo and just kinda. Yeah.

You know what I mean.

Anyways;

No idea how they got there!! This is set maybe a week before Sakumo offed himself but now he can't kill himself bc that'd mean abandoning Kakashi to the fucking warring states.

Kakashi fits the warring states standards alarmingly well actually. Honestly I think even for that time period he's still scarily young to be on the field. People are giving Sakumo looks like 'it's so hard what we've been forced to do to our children, the battles we've pushed them into, the things they've seen and done all too young'

Sakumo is going *hrrg.* and having a good long look in the mirror actually. Proper crisis, lots of guilt, Kakashi should not be out in the field this young and at least before he was mostly getting baby missions but now they're stranded in time and keep running head first into trouble.

I want Izuna and Kakashi to fight and even though Kakashi absoloutley should NOT win that battle I want him to win just so that Madara and Tobirama can make fun of him for losing to an actual child

Izuna is mortified he wants that brat DEAD

Uhh I have some more but I'm at work and actually hit post too early on this post so I had to come back to rush add all these edits bc I meant for it to stay a draft I could keep adding too later. So I'll just come add more later fr

[bridgetotheskyyy]

✨Skyyy's First Kinktober 2023!

Just as it says on the tin, this is my very first kinktober event ever! My main priority will be to post my prompts on ao3 at a timely basis but I will try to post those same fics on Tumblr on the same day if I can! Please patient with me 💕

These are the prompts I've made up my mind on so far, but the list will be updated (edit: still making up my mind lmao)

I am not comfortable with taglists at this time so please just check back here for updates/links to prompts ✌

Prompts will be a mix of one shots and drabbles 💕

18+ only

Character x f!reader always

Fandoms included: naruto, bleach, jjk, arcane, csm, aot

October 1st | Hashirama Senju | PEGGING

October 2nd | Jiraiya | TITFUCKING

October 3rd | Aki Hayakawa | HATE SEX

October 4th | Viktor | RIMMING

October 5th | Naoya Zenin | COLLARING

October 6th | Toge Inumaki | DUBCON

October 7th | Yuji Itadori | STUCK IN WALL

October 8th | Suguru Geto | MASTER/SLAVE

October 9th | Akatsuki | GANGBANG

October 10th | Kisuke Urahara | PRAISE KINK

October 11th | Itachi Uchiha | SOMNOPHILIA

October 12th | Utahime Iori | LINGERIE

October 13th | Kento Nanami | ORGASM DENIAL

October 14th | Armin & Eren | THREESOME

October 15th | Silco | SPANKING

October 16th | Kisame Hoshigaki | SIZE KINK

October 17th | Yuuta & Toge | DOUBLE PENETRATION/ONE HOLE

October 18th | Kisuke Urahara | SENSORY DEPRIVATION

October 19th | Mitsuri Kanroji | BODY WORSHIP

October 20th | Yuuta Okkotsu | VOYEURISM

October 23rd | Mitsuri Kanroji | SEX TOYS

October 24th | Gaara | MASTURBATION

October 25th | Itachi & Shisui | DOUBLE PENETRATION/TWO HOLES

October 26th | Mikasa Ackerman | FACESITTING

October 27th | Kakashi Hatake | ROLEPLAY

October 28th | Toji Fushiguro | PUBLIC SEX

October 29th | Suguru Geto | DADDY KINK

October 30th | Itachi & Sasuke | INCEST

October 31st | Kishibe | STRIPPING

[lemonylioness]

A Work of Art

Madara x Reader - University AU - An aspiring artist gets their first nude model

Content warnings: dub con, D/s dynamics, edging, public sex, mild bondage, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, squirting, creampie, aftercare

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So honestly, this is only marked for Madara, because he is my favorite. When writing this, I felt it could fit a lot of our older “Daddy” type characters and I kept it intentionally vague (except for a line or two) so feel free to imagine your favorite dominating you. Madara, Hashirama, Tobirama, Jiraiya, Kakashi, Kakuzu, Geto, Toji, Nanami… Honestly the list goes on… Enjoy~

“Alright, class, for this week’s project, we will be using posed nude models to complete studies of the human body and to grow your knowledge of anatomy. You will create a painting in either oil or acrylic medium on canvases or boards. I want the completed project to be at least 10” x 20”,” the art professor wrote on the chalkboard as he spoke, writing down the same requirements for the project as he was speaking, “Be respectful of our models as they are volunteers, older students and professors who graciously donated their time for your practice. Once they come in, stay seated, they will come to you. The model you get is the model you get. No swapping and no complaining.” He turned and snapped a finger at the student closest to the classroom door, “Let them in and remember, we are grateful for their time.”

The student pulled open the door and a line of robed men and women came into the spacious classroom, a mix of body types, heights, and hair colors ranging from white to blonde to brown to the deepest black, splitting off and sitting by whoever caught their eye and immediately the volume of sound in the room increased as strangers got to know each other and robes were discarded. You were tucked back into a corner by the large window. It was your favorite place to paint as it had a view that overlooked the university campus and had a perfectly warm sunbeam for most of the class time. Rearranging your paint brushes on your work table nervously, you worked not to catch anyone’s eye, a deep blush coloring your face at all of the exposed skin. This was way outside your comfort zone, but you loved art and this was a part of it. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as the pairs settled, leaving only one model left, who was standing at the front of the room with the professor, his broad back to the class as they spoke. You recognized him as one of the professors on campus, possibly teaching history or something like that, his wild black hair tamed back into a ponytail and his large hands moving through the air as he gesticulated to whatever he was saying that you couldn’t hear.

Suddenly, he turned, looking in the direction the professor was pointing which was straight at you, making you duck behind your canvas as your blush turned a blazing red. When you peeked out again, you were immediately ensnared in his dark eyes, his expression changing to something like hunger as he started toward your little corner. Dropping your eyes, you fiddled with the brushes again, unexpected heat flooding your body from just his look. You felt like a trapped rabbit as the predator stalked silently towards your hiding place and it was taking everything you had not to break and run.

“Where would you like me to be?” The model’s smooth voice brushed past your ear from way too close and you jumped, not expecting him so close so soon.

“R-right th-there is perfect,” you stumbled over your words as you indicated the stool set up in front of your easel, making use of the sunbeam that glittered across the floor. More blood suffused through your face and neck as you tried to ignore how much of your personal space this man was in, “You can use the stool if you want… Or whatever you’d like…”

He chuckled as if he knew exactly how nervous he was making you before stepping around your body and canvas. Taking off his robe, he asked, “how would you like me to pose for you?”

“Oh… Ah… Um…” Your brain was short circuiting as your eyes roamed over his muscular frame, “h-however is most comfortable for you… I’m not picky.” Clearly comfortable with being naked in front of an audience, he started arranging himself on the stool after a sly smile in your direction, finally settling on facing you with his feet propped on the foot rest bar and legs spread apart, showing his manhood as well as the curls of hair above it. He sat up straight, arching his back slightly as he positioned his arms above his head, elbows bent and hands tucked behind his neck. It was a very casual pose that showed everything. Muscles rippled as you watched him flex for you, his eyes on your face, waiting for your reaction. Gathering yourself, you tried your best to keep any evidence of the heat you were feeling from your face, though you couldn’t deny the way your core ached and dampened just from his gaze alone.

There was no doubt about it, he was very attractive and he knew it too. It was like he was preening as more and more of the class looked your way. Hiding behind your canvas, you tried to stay out of the line of sight of everyone as you wet your brush and got started on your piece. At least here, you could avoid not only the jealous looks of your classmates, but also your model’s laser focus. Taking a deep breath and steeling yourself against another flush of heat, you let your mind wander back over his perfectly sculpted muscles, the gorgeous dark hair both on his head and the dusky thatch between his legs, under which was perched his nicely formed penis and scrotum. You had seen naked men before, you certainly were not a virgin, however none of them had looked like this. Or had his eyes. It was his eyes that drew you in the most. Deep and intelligent, it was like they could see right through you, like he could read your mind and everything you thought with just a look. It was just so intense, like he had stolen his eyes right off of the cover of a romance novel.

Taking another calming breath, you picked up your paint palette and looked out from behind your canvas to make sure your model wasn’t just a figment of an overactive imagination. His eyes immediately locked onto yours again and he smirked.

“Ready to get started?” he purred, flexing fully once more. Swallowing hard, you nodded and started your sketch, praying to whatever higher power that you were going to survive this week without melting into a little puddle. It was going to be a long project.

—

The art room was empty except for yourself and your model. The other students had long since called it quits for the day and shuffled on to other pursuits. He was no longer in his pose as you had finished your bare bones sketch and wouldn’t need him until it came time to set the lighting and color. For now, you were slowly adding detail from memory avoiding looking at him as much as possible. He was currently chewing on his lip and staring out the window, still perched on the stool, still unbelievably attractive, and still making heat flood your body every time you forgot yourself and stared at him for too long. The silence in the room was overbearing and making things worse for you as there was nothing that could be used as a distraction. Maybe it was time to call it a day. You certainly could use the break to get rid of the nagging ache between your thighs, your dorm room sounding better all the time for some privacy. Your panties had to be soaked after all.

Finally setting down your paint brush, you stretched and stepped back away from the easel, catching his attention, “Are we done?” He stood up and stepped over to look at the canvas, immediately invading your personal space again and standing way too close.

“Well no… I mean, I’m taking a break for a moment… But you certainly don’t have to stick around… I can wait until tomorrow for the parts I’ll need you for, but for now I just want to step away for a moment or two,” you stepped back away from him, turning to your work table to hide the arousal you were sure was stamped all over your face. He was so warm and you couldn’t handle his presence when it was so close to you. He also smelled really good and your hands itched to see if his skin was really as silky as it looked. You needed to get a hold of yourself. He was turning your brain to mush and he wasn’t really even doing anything.

Gathering your paint brushes, you moved to take them to the sink, when suddenly a strong arm had you trapped against the table, his firm, bare chest pressed against your back as he caged you in place, “you do look a little tired, taking a break is smart. I’ll stay here with you.”

Even though his voice was soothing, you tensed as his breath fanned across your neck. “I should leave,” you struggled to speak normally, hoping he couldn’t hear the beginning of the needy whine in your voice, “and let you get dressed and back to whatever you need to do… I’ve got a few things to take care of and I’ve held you here long enough…” Your voice faltered as his lips pressed just under your ear.

“Don’t go,” his tone left little room for argument and he pressed closer, his body solid against yours and making you shiver.

“I-I… W-we can’t… You’re a professor and someone could come in at any time… We don’t even know each other’s names…” You argued weakly, the ache was becoming unbearable and you were pretty sure he knew.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about, just relax,” his mouth trailed up and down the tensed muscle of your neck, one of his hands moving to press against your stomach to keep you in place when you tried to turn to face him, “No, kitten, stay where you are. Forget about everything, the project, your worries, your inhibitions. Just focus on me. Focus on how this makes you feel. I won’t let anything bad happen. Understood?”

A soft moan left your lips as you felt his teeth nip your skin before you let out a breathy, “Y-yes…”

A deep rumble powered through his chest at your acquiescence, “yes what?”

“Yes Sir,” you blushed with embarrassment as you answered him without hesitation, the words springing from your lips instinctually.

“That’s my good girl,” he purred, his unoccupied hand moving to pull the paint brushes from your grip and setting them aside before he guided your hands up into the air so he could pull off your shirt and bra in quick succession. His mouth moved to your neck again, making your knees weak as kisses and nips heated your skin only to be soothed a minute later by his tongue. You melted back against his hard chest as his teeth caught your ear lobe, tugging as he sucked at the soft flesh. Your acceptance of his ministrations seemed to please him and he pulled you back tighter against his body, one of his hands moving to cup your breast while the other drifted lower to the waistband of your shorts. His fingers were gentle against your skin in contrast to the way his lips and teeth were attacking your neck and shoulders. Your eyes slid closed as another moan left you, the combination of his skillful touch and sinful mouth was getting to be too much.

He seemed to have been waiting for this, taking it as his cue to start taking things further. He squeezed your breast, his thumb tracing around your areola and over your nipple, making the bud tighten into a stiff peak for him to tug on as his other hand slipped into your panties, moving to cup between your legs. His touch was electricity, delivering shocks of pleasure that just seemed to turn you on and on and on. You were more aroused than you had ever been before in your life. Your little cunt wouldn’t stop aching, begging to be filled with something just so you could have an ounce of relief. Your model seemed to be feeling similarly, you could feel his thick, twitching erection pressed firmly against your ass and when you reached back to touch him, he groaned in your ear as his hips bucked slightly.

“That’s right, kitten, go ahead, touch whatever you’d like. I want you and this wet pussy so bad… I can’t believe how ready you are for me…” His voice tightened and he stifled another groan as your fingers wrapped and squeezed around his girthy shaft. You arched against him as he pulled his hand from your shorts so he could undo the button and push them down past your hips, letting them and your panties pool around your feet as his hand went right back to where it was, your legs spreading of their own accord to give him more access. He hissed against your neck before purring in your ear, “So ready… You’ve wanted this for a while haven’t you? My naughty girl. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

A harsh whine left your throat as his fingers started to probe between your lower lips, “Y-yes S-sir… P-please… I-I need more…” He chuckled as his other hand came up to gently circle around your neck, holding you as still as he could, his arm pressing between your breasts and against your sternum, pinning you to his body.

“Of course, pet, all in good time, just be a good girl for me,” his fingers slid inside of your throbbing heat and curled deliciously causing pleasure to spike through you. Panting from the delightful feelings, your thighs tried to squeeze together as he worked his fingers against your g-spot, the stimulation already overwhelming as his hand tightened around your throat in warning, causing you to freeze. One of his legs came up between yours, his muscular thigh forcing you to keep your legs spread as he pulled your back into a harsher arch, making it difficult for you to do anything except take it as you balanced on your tiptoes. “Relax, kitten, let me pleasure you,” he admonished gently as he continued to massage your spongy spot until you were shaking in his grasp, your hand pumping his hot, silky cock erratically. It was so easy to follow his commands and let him toy with your body that you found yourself going boneless in his arms, letting him have his way as he made pleasure course through every one of your nerves, setting you on fire every time his fingers moved inside of you.

“O-oh, p-please, I’m so close… I’m g-gonna c-cum,” you soon sobbed, your pussy fluttering with your impending climax.

His hand immediately stilled, his fingers sliding out of your core and making you cry out as your orgasm slipped away, tears gathering on your lash line, “shh, pet, I know, I know… But you can’t cum yet… Not yet. You’ll only cum on my cock or not at all.” He wiped your juices across your stomach, letting you whimper quietly as he readjusted your position, pulling your hand from his cock and pushing you down chest first onto the work table, your breasts squished to the cool surface. He nudged your legs apart with his knee so your soft lower lips and fluttering cunt were on full display for him, one of his hands splayed across your back to keep you in place as the other groped the smooth globe of your asscheek. You squirmed underneath his hand, feeling your slick start to ooze from your clenching, empty heat, coating your trembling lips before drooling down your thighs and spattering onto the tile floor between your feet with a soft pap, pap, pap.

He rumbled in approval behind you, “That’s it, now I can see your needy, little hole. Don’t move.” His hand left your body as he stepped away from you, the loss of his heat making goosebumps rise all over your skin as you quickly chilled in the cool air. You couldn’t help the shiver that worked its way up your spine as an anxious ball tightened in your belly, your swollen clit throbbing as your pussy clenched and quivered in anticipation. Suddenly, smooth hands were pulling your arms behind your back, the tie from the robe he had been wearing earlier wrapping and knotting around your wrists to keep them together and in place against your back as he stood behind you once again, his thick cock resting between your ass cheeks, leaking pearls of pre-cum onto your shivering skin as he contemplated his next move.

A whimper fell from your lips as your hips involuntarily bucked back, “Please… P-please… Please…” You weren’t even sure what you were begging for, but you needed something to happen, you couldn’t stand waiting any longer.

He tutted softly, tracing a finger down your spine and making you arch and shudder, more of your slick dripping and pooling on the floor, “Ask appropriately, kitten, use your words… Tell me what you want.”

“P-please, Sir, I want you inside me… I want your cock so bad… I need it. Fuck me! Please!” You begged brokenly, practically sobbing with urgency as you gave into his dominance, letting him have complete control as you laid submissively on the table, your legs shaking.

“That’s my good girl,” he purred, wasting no time shifting behind you and pressing the tip of his cock against your fluttering entrance, getting himself slippery with your juices. Before he thrust into you, he leaned down and his hand circled around your knee, bringing your leg up to rest in a bent position on the table, pushing your hips back flat on the cool surface and opening your cunt up even more for him to look at and touch, his fingers ghosting over your twitching skin and lightly catching on your swollen clit, making you sob and buck again. “Mmm… You’re so perfect… This pussy is so perfect… This is now my property, do you understand that, pet?”

Without waiting for an answer, he groaned as he slowly worked his heavy girth into your sloppy, slobbery hole, the head of his cock popping past the tight ring of muscle and stretching you out in a way you’d never felt before. You moaned pathetically, your hips jerking back and your body threatening to climax just from him barely penetrating your quivering pussy.

“F-fuck, kitten, you’re so tight,” he choked and shuddered behind you, his fingers digging into the plush of your ass as he reeled from how hard you were clamped around just the tip of his length. “That’s it kitten, go ahead, cum for me,” one of his hands reached between your bodies and thumbed at your clit, thrusting shallowly to give you a little friction to help, planning to use your orgasm to slam home. The stimulation quickly sent you over the edge and into a shaking, spasming frenzy. With your arms bound behind your back, you had no way to muffle your cries as your little hole strangled his dick and pleasure whited out your vision. He immediately took advantage of your quivering, cockdrunk body, his hips thrusting forward before the euphoria of your orgasm could fade and sheathing himself in his entirety in your pulsing heat.

The sudden stretch of his heavy girth had you mewling and shuddering, the immediate overstimulation threatening to send you back into orbit. He stood still behind you, giving you time to get used to how his thick cock was stuffing your little hole full. You couldn’t help the way your hips jerked forward, your body shifting further onto the table as you tried to relieve some of the intense pressure overwhelming your senses. Soft whines fell from your lips as your only broken thoughts revolved around how deep his cock felt buried in your guts.

“Look at my dumb little kitten, thinking you can run from my cock,” his hands quickly grabbed your hips, dragging your body back to his as his dick twitched and flexed within you.

“T-too m-much,” you whimpered frantically, “p-please t-too much!”

“Shh, pet, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he cooed gently, pressing closer to your trembling body as he worked to calm you down, “you’re doing so good, kitten, you’re taking me so well and you feel absolutely amazing. Just breathe, sweetheart, I’m about to make you feel so good.”

As your shaking body started to relax, he continued to praise you in hushed tones, one of his hands staying wrapped around your hip as the other moved to grip your arm bindings holding you tightly in place as he started to drag his silky cock through your gummy walls, achingly slow and controlled. He very carefully built his rhythm, his strokes long and languid until you got used to his size and the stretch, your moans and sobs acting as his guide. It wasn’t long before he was pounding into your dribbling cunt, his thick length pressing against every sensitive spot inside of you and making you see stars every time his tip kissed your cervix.

“Ah- Ah- M’gonna… M’gonna…” You struggled to speak as your second orgasm built way more quickly than the first, the knot in your core threatening to snap after only a few seconds of his rough thrusting.

His only answer was his fingers finding your clit, rolling the little bud in tight circles as he kept up the demanding pace. You were almost immediately shoved off the edge of your peak and dropped into a churning sea of ecstasy, your back arching as you wailed your pleasure, your sloppy, little hole strangling his rutting cock.

He groaned loudly, but his pace never faltered, “Ngh, kitten, fuck, you feel so good…” Your response was another cry as again you hit another peak, euphoria tearing through you as he continued to stimulate your sensitive pussy, not giving a bit of respite as he chased his own pleasure. Shudders wracked your body, leaving you a dumb, drooling mess on the table as your cunt gushed around him over and over, soaking you both in your fluids. Big, fat tears traced their way down your cheeks as climax after climax rolled through you, stealing your breath and not allowing you to do anything except lay there and take the cock bullying into your trembling heat.

Panting as his own climax drew near, your model shifted behind you, his rhythm pausing as he wrapped one hand around your throat, lifting you bodily from the table and quietly directing you to place both knees on the surface to get you at the perfect height, his other arm wrapping tightly around your waist to cage you to his chest as he began to sloppily fuck up into you. His crushing grip on your jaw did nothing to muffle your sobbing moans, your straddled legs keeping you spread wide open as his dick pounded into your cervix, making you see stars with every thrust. Pace picking back up, he tilted your head back onto his shoulder so he could look directly at your fucked out face, his own pupils blown wide with lust as he ran his tongue up your cheek, collecting the tears that still streaked down your skin, savoring the taste of your overstimulation.

“You’re doing so good, kitten, give me one more orgasm… We’re almost there… Just one more, pet, that’s my good girl,” he cooed against the shell of your ear, keeping eye contact, and probably very aware that you more than likely couldn’t even understand him with how absolutely obliterated you were. His pace finally broke down into jolting thrusts, each ending with a grind deep into your womb until finally you fell apart again.

Shaking and arched in a silent scream, your soul was evicted from your body with one last earth shattering orgasm. Your pussy clamped down tightly around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as he spilled his hot seed deep into your belly, the liquid heat painting your quivering walls as his dick twitched and flexed. His hips jerked a few more times, drawing out both of your climaxes until at last his softening length slid out of your used, sensitive cunt, spilling the lewd mixture of your fluids into the already messy puddle on the floor.

Carefully, he slowly lowered you to sit down on a clean spot of the floor, snagging his robe to place underneath your body so you weren’t in direct contact with the cold tile. He gently cupped your face, directing your gaze to his so he could judge your condition as he released your arms from the robe tie, making sure you made it back down from your high safely as he rubbed feeling back into wrists and hands. After your color was better and you had caught more of your breath, he left you to grab a few towels to clean up the mess on the floor and between your legs. You squirmed against him as the towel pressed against your sensitive flesh and he chuckled in your ear, holding you close to him as he continued to work, getting you as close to spotless as he could before helping your jellied limbs back into your clothes. Setting you back on the floor, not trusting you to stay in a chair yet, he threw back on the soiled robe, tying it closed so he could step out of the room for a few seconds or minutes, you weren’t really keeping track as you started to doze, exhaustion setting in. Before you knew it though, fingers were tapping against your cheek, bringing you back into consciousness to see your now fully clothed model kneeling in front of you.

“You okay, kitten?” He smiled, his fingers brushing across your skin, “you still look pretty fucked out and like you’re going to need help getting home.”

Your face immediately heated up, startled at the thought of this man, who just pounded the life out of you, escorting you to your dorm room, “N-no! I’ll make it back, thank you, but I’ll be- I am okay.”

Disbelief was written across his face, but he didn’t say anything as he watched you wobble to your feet like a fresh baby deer. That is until you tried to take your first step and all but collapsed into his arms. “Mhm, you’ll definitely make it back on your own,” he teased, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before scooping you up into his arms and standing to his full height, “I’m getting you home, whether you want me to or not. Though I’m somewhat hurt that you don’t want me to make sure you arrive safely.”

You struggled in his grip, but gave up quite quickly after the stern look he gave you, “It’s not that I don’t want you to… I just don’t want to explain it to my roommate… You know, why a professor is seeing me to my dorm room safely and looking like this…” You indicated your rumpled appearance and wild hair, a fierce blush creeping from your cheeks, down your neck, and blooming across your chest.

He threw back his head with a bark of laughter, “I might have a solution for that. You’ve trusted me thus far… Would you be okay with me taking you to my home instead? I don’t live far and you can rest, shower, and straighten up before facing this roommate of yours.”

“Are you going to fuck me again?” You asked with a squeak, arousal blooming in your core at the thought of being alone in his house with him, though a hint of trepidation joined the mix at the thought of doing all of that again, you were tired and couldn’t really feel your legs as it was.

“If you want me to,” he answered with a grin and started carrying you out of the art room.

“Wait- my stuff!”

He didn’t even pause in his stride, “We’ll be back tomorrow. I’ll let your professor know that your things are there and I doubt anyone will bother with them.”

“B-but,” you started to protest.

At this, he did pause, “There is nothing you can say now that is going to stop me from taking care of you. I want to make sure after all of that, that you are okay. What we did was intense and I don’t want you to experience any sort of drop. I honestly don’t want to let you out of my sight at all. So please, kitten, let me make sure you are okay.”

You closed your mouth and he quietly carried you out of the building and to his car while you thought over his words. You were silent while he buckled you in and started the vehicle, pulling out and beginning the drive away from campus. After a few blocks, you turned and looked at his serious face, getting up the courage to speak.

“What if I want you to fuck me again?”

He only smiled.

[bunicate]

𝐵𝒜𝒦𝐸𝒟 𝒯𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒯𝒮 ꒱ྀི please read all warnings. dark content ahead. eighteen plus.

➳ GENSHIN IMPACT

୨୧ al haitham

dreaming out loud — he gives his favorite bunny girl an innocent bath, but it leads to something much more dirty / nsfw

blah blah blah ! — he loves your senseless and innocent rambling but sometimes you talk just a bit too much / nsfw

untitled — he makes you ride your poor stuffed animal / incest / nsfw

୨୧ wriothesley

untitled — fingersucking. size kink / nsfw

untitled — teasing your big brother only results in punishments / incest / nsfw

sweet tooth — lactation. daddy kink / drabble / nsfw

dirty lips — pretty girls shouldn’t have such filthy mouths / daddy kink / drabble / nsfw

୨୧ itto

little body big heart — incest / nsfw

➳ HONKAI STAR RAIL

୨୧ gepard

୨୧ welt

untitled — age gap. daddy kink / drabble / nsfw

➳ NARUTO

୨୧ sasuke

untitled — helping him restore his clan / drabble / breeding / daddy kink / nsfw

୨୧ hashirama

her young heart — disillusioned by the state of konoha, your father madara, leaves the village and the first hokage is left to pick up the pieces / incest / nsfw

𝒮𝒯𝒜𝐿𝐸 𝒞𝒰𝒫𝒞𝒜𝒦𝐸𝒮 ꒱ྀི older works previously posted

lollipop candy badboy ! — al haitham prefers his treats in between library bookshelves / nsfw

by your side — pierro was away for fourteen days and his little girl missed him / incest / nsfw

bounded to — belphie being a sis-con :p / incest / mild dub-con / nsfw

just wanna be your girl — lucifer taking care of his favorite human / daddy kink / nsfw

winter sugar — enji finds comfort in the warmth of his daughter to get through the harsh winters / incest / nsfw

losing his touch — the more time you spend with diluc, the farther away he seems / incest / nsfw

coming soon!