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nkogneatho · 10 months

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˚ ༘♡ 𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑰𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑻.ೃ࿐

—cw: fem!reader, dacryphilia, size kink, pet names, pulled this one out of my cunt so idk who to specify but insert any big man here.

Your cries are not ignored. They just happen to fuel his ego. Broad pelvis concealing your sweet, wet core and his balls are drenched in your juices. His dickhead forcing out all the cum you have hidden inside as he pushes it in.

It hurts. The stretch is too much to bear. But you don't want him to stop either. Your pussy wants to devour him till you're fucked apart. You're scared. You need him desperately, but what if he doesn't fit?

"Then I'll make it fit. Don'tcha worry, sweetheart." He doesn't hurt you. His mushroom head settles near your entrance to make sure it is getting used to it. To make sure it'll welcome when he pushes that big cock inside you.

And when he finally knows you're ready, the man uses all his force in ramming his thick cock inside you, knocking out the air in your lungs. You're overwhelmed. You want to cry. But at the same time, you need to feel that man as if he is deep in your fucking throat. A lump of air is formed in your oesophagus and you feel like you need extra effort to breathe. He comes to the rescue and slams his dick another time, making that lump disappear and all you feel now is a cocksleeve made for him. No matter how big you are, you feel tiny when his body hovers over you. You feel as if you're just a small cumsock sewn for his dick.

#You know this is for all my big bfs #toji smut #shidou smut #taiju smut #uzui smut #barou smut #iwaizumi smut #bokuto smut #reiner smut #madara smut #sukuna smut #[❤‍🔥]—thots

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thepretentiousrizzmaster · 6 months

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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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aizenswhore · 7 months

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Jealousy that drives them mad.

There is something about giving you oral, when you made them jealous, that will always tickle his pride. Watching you crumble under his touch, when his head is buried between your thighs, causes him an amount of satisfaction he would probably not be able to reach if your positions were reversed. He graspes one of your leg, draping it over his shoulder as you whimper and cry out his name, along with apologies from up above. He does not bother to reply, only sucking at your bundle of nerves and collecting your juices with his tongue. He laps at your core, ignoring everyone and everything, driving you to madness and exhaustion orgasm after orgasm.

Little do you know why he is torturing you like that, in the back of the bar you were clubbing at, where anyone could see you two in such a compromising position. He needs to punish you, he needs to show you that no one can go on his knees for you and make you beg him to stop for how good he is at overstimulating you.

He needs to make your standards higher in satisfaction so that no one will ever be able to gratify you like he does. He wants to ruin you for anyone else that might come after him.

But both him and you know one thing for sure: he is the only one for you.

GETO SUGURU, GOJO SATORU, NANAMI KENTO, AIZEN SOSUKE, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, UZUI TENGEN, SHUNSUI KYORAKU, MADARA UCHIHA, URAHARA KISUKE, SHOTA AIZAWA, LEVI ACKERMAN, DRACULE MIHAWK, ZORO RORONOA and your faves.

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aiizenn · 10 months

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໒꒰ྀི ۫ ּ ᭡ shy and sweet. ៸៸៸ mdni

༊*·˚ big hands wrapped under your thighs; gripping your soft skin. your view is sinful, the clean mirror reflecting both of your dirty acts. two naked body’s are now one, flesh on flesh — in heat. his cock that could once be seen, is now buried deep into your pretty cunt. the flesh sac of balls hitting your wetness with every thrust; all creamy and sticky. savoring every one of his movements, desiring for more. his intense gaze was too much to handle, the promise you once told him is now broken. you don’t last a minute without closing your eyes in bliss or looking away. hot breath reached the shell of your ear, causing your hole to twitch. “you’re such a pretty little thing, so shy and sweet.” a tiny whimper dances within your mouth, followed by your sweet voice telling him, shyly, how much you love it when he handles you like a rag doll. the wide mirror displayed his reaction, his deep voice sending waves to your core. “i know you do. you love it when an older man has his way with you, right?” your voice gets stuck in your throat, you can’t beg or moan. just hiccups, small hiccups and clear tears from your doey eyes. he knew how to make you his, strong arms spread your legs wider as well as your lips, giving him a crystal clear view of your mound. “i’ll keep thrusting my cock until your juices are on the mirror, doll.”

༊ * · ˚ shunsui, kenpachi, toji, sukuna, worwick, &’ madara

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skyahri · 28 days

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How They'd Do You |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Madara Uchiha, and Naruto Uzumaki.

Summary: How they are in bed.

Warnings: NSFW. Mentions of sex and foreplay. Breeding kink, breast and nipple play, head, etc.

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Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke isn't one to give up control very easily, especially when he's in any sort of vulnerable state.

More often than not, he's on top of you, forcing your legs against your chest and not holding anything back as he thrusts into you.

On the rare occasion he allows you to top, he's still 100% in control. He always ends up taking over towards the end when he can't take it anymore. His release is close, and something in his brain is begging him to rail you.

He wouldn't be into actual choking in fear he'd lose control of his strength, but he's not afraid to use your neck as a handle of sorts to keep your body from moving too much.

Hes the embodiment of a breeding kink.

He's close to his end. He places his hand on your stomach and forces his seed in you.

If he's still got stamina, he's pushing you onto your hands and knees for round two, ass high up in the air.

"Not a single drop spills. Got it?"

Emergency contraceptive is your best friend, but let's be real. It fails sooner rather than later based on the sheer amount you rely on it.

Kakashi Hatake

Foreplay king. He loves head, both giving and receiving, sometimes even at the same time. Nipple play, fingering, whatever it is you're needing, he's providing.

Passionate.

When he does share his mind, it's never a light matter, and sex is no different.

Kissing, hand holding, praising - it's all a very important part of the act for him. He's pouring his heart and soul into you every time you're together.

But don't get it wrong, he's still a man. Those sweet nothings and soft whispers about how much he loves you quickly turn into dirty talk.

"You're such a good girl."

"You look so pretty wrapped around my cock."

"You're mine, you know that?"

He definitely sticks his fingers in your mouth.

After a certain point, he let's his dick do the thinking for him. You don't mind one bit.

He's all about aftercare. Rags or showers or just physical contact, whatever you want, he's got it. He knows he's not always the best at taking care of you, but this is one instance where he's confident about what he's doing.

Shikamaru Nara

My man is lazy and that doesn't change, even in the bedroom.

He usually doesn't go down on you but enjoys when you sit on his face. He'll wrap his arms around to grip your thighs. He's never one to turn down head but doesn't really make foreplay a priority.

Some might call him a pillow princess at first glance, but it's deeper than that. He has the control, he just let's you do the work most of the time.

You may be on top, but his strong grip and guiding fingers tell you exactly what to do.

Sometimes, he doesn't care for the pleasantries that come with dragging it out. He'll nestle between your legs and let his head dip down to your neck.

Lazy thrusts, but that's fine. Deeper is always better than faster.

He doesn't really do dirty talk, but he's definitely not silent. He's vocal, always groaning, maybe he'll tell you that he loves you if he's feeling a certain way.

Madara Uchiha

Most of the time, he's hate fucking you.

There's no time for foreplay when he's immediately slamming you against the wall when he gets home.

Despite all the anger radiating off of him as he mercilessly thrusts into you, he's calling you the sweetest nicknames he can think of. Love or Darling or something of the sort.

He always finishes inside. You're not sure if he's just too busy letting his frustration out to think, or if he's actively trying to get you pregnant.

It's both... sort of. For him, anger is just passion and fuel. It has nothing to do with his actions. He's pumping you full of his cum because he likes to claim you. He wants you to bare his children. He wants people to know you're his.

Aftercare isn't as straightforward for him. He's not offering to clean you up, but he tries to find ways to subtly apologize for turning you into a toy.

Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto runs on pure instinct in every aspect of his life.

He's doing what feels right in the moment and confirming it with you if it's something he's unsure about. (Consent is key).

He's a people pleaser. He's always making sure he takes care of you before he even thinks about himself. Eating you out, fingering, breast play, whatever you want.

He's sloppy. It's just something that always emerges with him. He's placing wet kisses on your neck, his hand placement can sometimes be a bit awkward, but it all adds to the experience.

His head gets so foggy with love and lust that he honestly can't think straight. The way his body takes control and he ravages you in an almost primal way, it's to die for.

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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𔓘 Tw : Yandere, Dark Content, Spiritual Relationship, Jealousy, the word 'Rot' Mentioned, unholy thoughts, Virginity-take, Dubcon, Marriage, Unwanted pregnancy at the end (?) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics with no Skintone of Reader mentioned.

Do not cross any further Boundaries if this isnt your cup of tea. Dont like it? just block.

thinking abt yandere spirit who are in love with chubby!soft!witch!reader.

Yandere spirit who spending his after-death life with regret because he really blame himself for not meeting you early enough to fuck your fat pussy.

Yandere spirit who is sooo eager to fuck you, seeing you go around with your tight dress that almost made your asscheeks and boobs go explode expose.

Yandere spirit who ask you to do something with him just so he can touch you like a human does.

Yandere spirit who is soo jealous when other people start to touching you without your constent at all. guess someone is going to get hunted this night huh?

Yandere spirit who likes to touch your thights when you were sleeping. putting his hands into your thights while rubbing it softly. as he drown himself in with thoughts of how your soft body texture would feel around his hands.

Yandere spirit who wished you to be dead sooner with him just so you can be together with him forever. seeing other people trying to get into you closer making him gawk.

Yandere spirit who soon enough -- declares a Marriage between you and him in a Village of Spirit or what-so-ever.

Yandere spirit who swears on his life and after-dead life that he would always be there for you even when his flesh was rotting. well i mean.. his flesh was rotting only for you too.

Yandere spirit who cant even explain with words how happy he was when his fingers start to opened up your fatty pussy, as his heads start to move forward to it while his tongue is out -- ready to eat his after-dead meal.

and after all of that dead dreams of his, we finally met to the end; he claimed all of your maidenhood. all of it, all the things you dont know about -- to all the things about sex that was quite popular in the time where he was once lived. where he was once have a dream to try it out, but sadly enough the reaper was fast enough to grab his lifefull soul. and now, its his turn -- as he grab all your maidenhoods that night. and at the early morning, where a blessing from a devils arrived. where you would find the shock of the news that you are carrying his baby just at that moment. yes, your baby. you and his baby. the dead 's baby.

NANAMI, KAISER, Itoshi Brothers, Itto, XIAO, SCARAMOUCHE, Shibura, SEMI EITA, jiraiya, Sugawara, Tsukishima Kei, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, Itachi, CHOSO, Megumi, Gojo, MADARA, Hashirama, DEIDARA, Sasori, Al-Haitam, ZHONGLI, CHILDE, Kaeya, QIN SHI HUANG, Poseidon, OBITO, Kakashi, ALEC, Jack The Ripper, DOUMA, ENMU, Akaza, Muzan, SAKAMAKI AYATO, SAKAMAKI LAITO, Mukami Kou, Sakamaki Reiji, Oikawa, & SHIGARAKI.

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immoralgirl · 3 months

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f!reader, rough!! smut under the cut.

madara uchiha never really paid much attention to you. yeah, he’d spare you a glance every now and then whenever he’d meet with hashirama. you were his sister, after all.

hashirama senju’s sister… you had always been a cute girl, “secretly” spying on him and your brother whenever they’d play.

did you really think that you were being sneaky?

however, that was years ago. you’re older now, more mature. (and better at hiding, go you!)

yeah, you’re much older now, no longer the little girl you once were. and madara knew that, he knew it very well.

he also knew about your little crush on him.

at first, it disgusted him- the thought of a senju girl liking him, he could nearly vomit! hashirama’s sister, no less. that was until he began to pay more attention to you.

like the way your eyes grew sharper whenever fighting, or the way a smile creeps its way onto your face whenever you’re with your brothers.

he couldn’t help but think you’re cute.. but way too close to your brothers.

so, what else could he do but take you away from them? he’d strip away your innocence and return you to your family, it’s the least he could do after ruining you.

“mad-a-ra!” your voice was hoarse from all the screaming you’d done that night, each word being called out in syllables with each harsh thrust.

madara’s large hands were perched on your waist, his hips snapping roughly into yours as he bullied his thick cock into your gummy walls.

each moan and whimper that left your pretty little mouth was horrid, and that just fuelled the burning flame in both of your guts.

“yes, what is it senju?” madara groaned out, fucking into your further as his hands drifted to your hips, tightening his grip.

you were hashira’s sister, but damn did you have a good pussy. better than any other he’d ever came in.

“t-too much!” you mewl loudly, back arching off of the bed, your words falling on deaf ears as madara just pounded into you harder and faster.

at this point, you had came around 3 times, and madara hadn’t even come close.

a creamy white ring of your cum coated his cock, the squelching sounds of each thrust bouncing off of the walls.

“too much?” he huffed in response, thrusting into you a little harder, his hand smacking down against your hip.

“mmh- mhm!” you nod desperately, moans spilling out of your lips with each plunge of his cock.

he simply scoffed out a chuckle, pulling you closer to him as he fucked even harder, he couldn’t care less if it was “too much” he’d fuck you for as long as he pleases.

soon enough, he grew closer and closer to his realise, groans leaving his lips in little pants as his pace grew sloppier, thrusts a little slower.

you moaned and writhed beneath him, a whine leaving your lips as madara came in you, his hot and sticky cum being fucked back into you with the next few thrusts.

he then flipped you over onto your stomach, his rough hand smacking down against your ass, then reaching over to your head where he shoved your face into the covers. his other hand was perched on your hip, pulling you so you’re face down, and ass up. just how he likes it.

he then sinks his cock right back into your sopping cunt, relishing in the way you’re still so wet.

you moan out, voice muffled by the bedsheets as your hands clutch onto the bedsheets, body moving with each thrust of madara’s hips.

it was disgusting, really. the way he’d lean down close to your ear, his hot breath moist against your skin.

“who knew hashirama’s sister was such a slut?” he’d tease, a smirk on his lips as he thrust into you a little harder. “what would he think if he saw you here, your sweet little pussy dripping with my cum.”

who could blame you when you came at the sound of his words, frantic moans leaving your mouth with each hard thrust. his large dick fucked into you further, his grunts and groans echoing against the room.

your back arched further, with madara’s large hand pushing your face further into the bedsheets as he began to grow closer again.

something about the sight of you like this, in such a.. dirty, position, was just so enticing.

“you want my baby? an uchiha baby? take it, take my seed,” madara grunted with a rough thrust of his hips, madara came inside you once again, a loud groan leaving his lips as he tilted his head back in pleasure. “thaaatt’s it, fuck.” he’d sigh.

senju pussy was so, so good.

you came soon after him, moaning breathlessly as he rode out his high.

after a few minutes, you finally collapsed, body limp.

#madara uchiha #madara x reader #madara smut #naruto x reader #naruto shipuden #naruto smut #uchiha smut #madara uchiha smut #uchiha x reader

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uchihaharlot · 3 months

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Oooh! Thirsty requests? Don’t mind if I do 🤭

I love the Uchiha men! (Duh) So, what is their favorite sex position that really does it for them, really gets them going and busting the fastest and hardest? 👀💥

Ok what the fuck, this is hawt and it took me mere seconds to formulate exactly which positions the boys instinctively bust.

NSFW; afab; holy fuck this is hot and I haven’t even drafted it 🚨:

Madara: Riding him for the first time.

• This man’s sole purpose is to spread his seed like peanut butter, preferably within his wife’s spongey wet cunt.

• Top/Bottom is never an option for debate, she’s either taken by surprise bent over something forward or underneath him. Deliciously tormented with his rough and abrasive thrusts. Madara does not allow such luxury in the way of her desires. Even if she is endlessly pleased, something is missing.

• If his wife manages, and it’s a risk. To get on top of him…Madara won’t even know how to cope with the shift in power. He is so unpredictable as it is, the urge to maneuver her submissive to him is strong, but falters.

• Seeing her enjoy him this way, like actually enjoy it more than usual…is provocative and endearing. Though sex is usually overstimulating with him — copious amounts of hours in bed laid to the mating press. She had back sores once, but those were always soothed. He’s not a complete hooligan.

• But he is a heathen, so in this regard Madara definitely takes the opportunity to actually acknowledge her body’s many appealing angles. Differences on her soft supple skin are highlighted in the dimly lit bedroom. They reflect and make his head spin, red orbs elicit for the first time and she’s under the scope of his sharingan. It’s new and invigorating and one touch of a soft breast with rough hands makes her moan out his name for the first time ever. Both of them are deliriously overcome with the slightest touch.

• Oops. He shoots his shot too soon after hearing his name. 🫥 He wants to disappear in that moment, Madara can’t cope…sensing a pattern here? But it was so good, and she is undeniably beautiful. Purebred Uchiha, like him. Maybe if he was more….sensual and less of a brute? She would garner this reaction next time?

• This brings me to a bonus point with Madara, lol. The second position he comes fast would undoubtedly be his favorite, damn his wife for having a voice that cradles soft moans onto his left ear, for the second time he comes fast. Barely three minutes in.

Obito: Making out while sitting in his lap.

• 🫠 I don’t want to embarrass this man, but my fucking head just — cannot not go there. Sweet summer child thought that giving head was making out the first time he heard the phrase (at 14 no less).

• So he won’t tell her he is a grown ass virgin, but he really doesn’t need to. Obito acts with hesitation below that of a wet blanket when alone with his s/o. Shaky here and there, the surprised gasps he makes when her lips feather kisses like spring rain to his lips. Obito is besotted. Wholeheartedly leaking like a faucet in his slacks.

• I want to give this man the benefit I really do, finding it hard to keep it….yea no. They’re not even at that point of business when Obito let out stifled sound between a moan and low grunt. All she did was grind into his throbbing cock. 🫡 Ships sunk, and like with most; the captain goes down too.

• This woman, bless her heart as well. Has the patience of a god. She will make some cute pun about needing to check his briefs more thoroughly and Obito is so fucking flustered; ommggg. It’s unfortunate that he’s picked up on coping skills from Madara. He too, wants to hide.

• Divine, Obito thinks this of her. Taking his sad floppy manhood, which is covered in his premature cum as he watches her slurp him in his mouth. Making some pun about how wasteful but that she forgives him if he makes up for it.

• Will suck until he is hard again, which is not even thirty seconds. Obito also, like most Uchiha men, is subjected to his eyes. Red spun pearls capture her gaze as she sits in his lap on the recliner. This has always been a dream! It’s happening!

• Then it isn’t, no. Not really. Not again! His s/o is not even the slightest bit surprised when Obito starts to pulse within her. She’s barely sunk her self silly on his fat cock.

• ‘It’s ok, Obi. Just means you’re really excited for me.’ Hnngggg, that didn’t help and neither did the slow up and down motions or her hips rolling. Obito couldn’t decide if he was cumming — maybe dying? He was moaning sure, in her mouth and goddamn she was filthy in that moment. ‘Good boy…every drop.’

• No question about it, he was already finishing before the words left her lips to his in a searing kiss.

Shisui: On her stomach from behind.

• Brb. Internally and externally exploding at this idea. Shisui is so sweet, sensual with his partner(s). The king of making any woman wet his bed like a geyser.

• Definitely prefers eye contact positions — in his lap is a close second to finishing first. Where he can grip your hips and thighs, but if there is no time to spare. Oh, he knows his own defeat and how to unleash it.

• The second this woman is flat on her stomach, Shisui eagerly slips between her swollen folds. He’s got her legs shut and cages her entire body with his muscular frame. Having mercilessly devoured her like a five star Michelin three course meal prior, she’s beyond the realms of pleasure. This is the promise land.

• This Uchiha, too, transcends the first drag in and out of her warmth. So slick, cramped. A warm hug for his cock. Shisui would think it’s a game to hold it in, but that won’t be possible.

• As if the confines of her weeping cunt weren’t enough, it’s the sight that he dials in at and shamelessly data bases to his core memory. The image alone of watching his cock emerge just to disappear over and over again sends Shisui spiraling — whimpering usually.

• Shisui is a man of precision, ok? Not in this position though. He’ll get sloppy and plant an assortment of kisses and light nips to her back and shoulders just as he spurts the last remaining drops of Uchiha essence inside her.

• Lastly, when he slips out — still half cocked, Shisui doesn’t rock anything less than a semi. He will place his thumbs on either ass cheek, speading them open to see his cum leak out her gorgeous sanctuary he makes home to his seed.

Itachi: Front spooning her in the morning.

• Usually I write Itachi on the side of inexperienced and new. Not today; this man can be deplorable in bed and has some rather… nifty kinks. Though today we will focus on what makes Uchiha Itachi a ten second Tom.

• Also an Uchiha who adores eye contact. It’s a must. Every aspect of her body is unique and imprinted to his front temporal lobe. Some of it mundane, majority of it not.

• Itachi is an early bird (heh). So is she, and with that goes the saying — the early bird gets the worm. Or gives it. Seeing her in the throes of sleep, soft, serene and just down right beautiful. He’s down bad, rocking that good ole’ Hashirama hard as a rock morning wood. Itachi will think he’s going to make an everlasting memory, but the second his s/o opens her eyes he’s just so desperate.

• Yutakas are are simply one of the best articles of clothing. Comfortable, stylish and elegant — with a side of easy access. Itachi makes haste to disrobe them, while making to push her on her back…

• While his s/o all on board for being his pillow princess. This morning she hikes a leg over his hip and gives him a kiss so severely wanton, Itachi slips through drenched folds and gently rocks into her. Cradling her closer to his chest.

• More intimate than intimate, Itachi usually strides for ‘slow and steady’ for an everlasting experience. Today she’s insatiable. The whimper his name tumbles through subsequently has Itachi rutting harder and faster. Once those delicate muscles wrapped around his cock start sucking him in and swallowing him does he realize it’s only been about two minutes.

• Two minutes is not enough, but if she’s coming, so is he. An incredible group effort by them both. Itachi pants in her ear as their respective orgasms feed pleasure to one another.

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vulpisnocturna · 7 months

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Masterlist

Naruto:

Bribe for chores 🍷

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Shisui:

Mirror Sex 🍷

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Cringe habits 🦋🔮

Secret Turn-ons 🌹🌸

Sasuke:

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Being best friends (massacre/non massacre AU) HCs 🦋☕️

Itachi - Sasuke brotherhood HCs 🦋🌸

Madara:

Office sex 🍷

Corruption kink, virgin reader 🍷

Fucking louder than the neighbours to establish dominance 🍷

Dirty talk 🌹🍷

Yandere Madara dealing with you breaking up with him 🦋🌹

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

NSFW Alphabet 🍷

SO with PTSD 🦋🌸

Kakashi:

Rope play 🍷

Humiliation kink/Bratting 🍷

"I don't want you to be gentle, I want you to ruin me" 🍷

Aphrodisiac 🍷

Mirror Sex 🍷

Lingerie 🍷

Biting 🍷

NSFW Alphabet 🍷

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Obito:

Teasing while he plays videogames live 🍷

Yes, Sir 🍷

Fake Dating 🍷

NSFW Alphabet 🌹🍷

Itachi:

Lesson learnt - Power imbalance 🍷

Hate Sex 🍷

Edo Itachi meets his s/o and their child ☕️🦋🌸

Itachi Jealousy HCs 🦋

Reaction to an Edo s/o 🦋☕️

With a nerdy/STEM s/o HCs 🌸🦋

Somnophilia 🍷

"I don't want you to be gentle, I want you to ruin me" 🍷

Dirty talk 🌹🍷

Mirror sex 🍷

Interrogation (CNC fantasy) 🍷

Leash 🍷

Surprise 🌸🦋

College Professor Itachi x College student reader 🍷

Insecurities 🌸

Pining Itachi (HCs) 🌸🦋

Reader breaking his heart ☕️🦋

Reader has ADHD and Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria 🌸🦋

Drunk Itachi and horny reader 🌹🍷

Dealing with reader having a panic attack (HCs) 🌸🦋

Dealing with reader ignoring him on purpose (HCs) 🦋☕️

Yandere Itachi when reader breaks up with him 🦋☕️

First date HCs 🦋🌸

Itachi likes you, you are Sasuke's best friend 🌹🍷

Hot mannerisms HCs 🦋🌹

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Somnophilia II 🍷

Dating an emo s/o HCs 🌸🦋

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Squirting/bratting 🍷

Itachi in a relationship HCs 🦋🌸

NSFW Alphabet 🍷🌹

Secret Turn-ons 🌹🌸

Itachi - Sasuke brotherhood HCs 🦋🌸

Uchiha Clan:

How they would react to finding out their s/o has an IUD HCs 🦋🔮

Who has the best sex game? HCs 🦋🌹

Captured S/O who develops PTSD HCs 🦋☕️🌸

Akatsuki:

Beach Shenanigans HCs 🦋🔮

Reacting to reader wearing a pink bonnet to sleep HCs 🦋🔮

Where they like to have sex HCs 🦋🌹

There was only one bed HCs 🦋🌹

Who is actually good at sex HCs 🦋🌹🔮

Ideal partner’s personality traits HCs 🦋

Chrollo:

Binding Vow: Part I, Part II, Part III (Yandere Chrollo) 🍷☕️🌹

Bloodstained Rubies: Part I, Part II , Part III, Part IV (Yandere Chrollo) 🌹☕️

Thigh Riding 🍷

Overstimulation 🍷

Requited love hcs 🌸🦋

Nanami:

Make-up sex/Corruption kink 🍷🌹☕️

Toys & Voice kink 🍷

Gojo:

Sensory Deprivation 🍷

Voice kink 🌹🍷

Hate sex&Corruption Kink (virgin reader) - Part I, Part II 🌹🍷

#masterlist #this took forever #but here you go #i have written 41 fanfics #and 31 headcanon lists #dear lord #itachi smut #kakashi smut #obito smut #naruto smut #madara smut #shisui smut #chrollo smut #nanami smut #gojo smut

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miris-secret-files · 9 months

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It Was A Hard Day || stepdad!Madara Uchiha x stepdaughter!reader

Part 1 : Seize The Opportunity

A/n : First fic of the newly opened dark content side blog ! I'm so excited to see where this is going to go 😂

A/n 2 : Please tell me if I need to change any trigger warrning

Part 2 : And Never Stop 🎴

Warnings : Dark content, stepdad x step daughter, slight voyeurism, oral fem!receiver, squirting, grinding, dirty talk, infidelity, mention of boner, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

A fanart from Pinterest that was in my feed ysterday lmao as if they knew : HERE

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1068

Today was a HARD day. Literally everything seemed to go apeshit today

First he had the pleasure of a police decent sigh. Not a lot of people were there at this time so he had to get his hands dirty

Secondly everyone seemed to need a plethora of details on specific subjects while he was taking care of important matters… a few more people died

What ?!? He said he didn’t want to be disturbed

But at the end of the day, the steam was reversed. A smile spread on his face as he read the note his wife let for him, saying she will go on a trip for 2 weeks from this day “That's one less problem”

But it didn’t totally alleviate the tension accumulated throughout the day

So it's like this as he's walking back to his room, thinking about jerking off, his hand hovering his half hard cock in his pants, that he hears a weird noise coming from behind his own bedroom door

He gently pushed the door, closing one eye to see better what was going on inside, thinking it was someone who broke in. And oh brother he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest. But rather mesmerized by the sight before him

You, his precious step daughter, lying there, bare on his bed just before his eyes

They were directly draw onto the luscious curves of your breasts. God damn you’ve changed so much since you were little. He didn’t even see it coming and it hit him like a train at full speed

His hand on his pants squeezed subtly on his member as he kept admiring you

When he heard you moan it was the last straw and he decided to come in. You were so engrossed in your little game that you didn’t even react, acting like you were once again dreaming the scene

He watched your back arch subtly and that’s when he saw “Fuck” he mumbled under his breath as he noticed the shirt in your hand. The shirt that you were rubbing onto your puffy clit. The one that was making you so wet. His shirt

He found himself swept away in an internal turmoil on whether he should leave and go stroke his now hard cock as if nothing, like for the past few weeks, or… make a move and let go of all his inhibitions

Thinking about it, it felt so wrong. He fucking raised you after all. But then you when he heard you moan “Daddy” for him he thought it was so cute - even for him. And it just felt so fucking right

“I’m just helping her out right ?” he thought as he walked closer to you

“Daddy pl-please… I-I can’t c-come… I n-need you” you whined

His face softened as he locked eyes with you. You looked so desperate for his touch. And he loved it “Aw baby” he said as he took a scrunchie and kneeled at the foot of his bed “Open you legs for me. Let me help you out”

You obediently followed his instructions and opened your legs. Revealing you glistening pussy to his hungry eye

“Good girl” he said before diving in. Fuck you tasted as sweet as he thought you would

As he lapped at your cunt, the room filled with obscene noises of suction mingling with your desperate cries

“Mmmh Daddy y-you’re so g-gOOD !” you said as he plucked his tongue inside your hole. Trying to coax as much of your sweet essence as possible, making the knot in your stomach tighten

His nose can brushing against your clit each time he tried to stuck his tongue inside of you “My little girl tastes so good… much better than any woman”

He slowly started to loose control as he felt his cock throb in his pants. So he started to subtly grind it against the edge of the bed

Your moans and cries got louder and louder - luckily you were far from everyone else. Feeling how close your were he couldn’t help but put his fingers inside of you while sucking harshly on your clit. He wanted to see the ecstasy on your face. He wanted you to come on his face. Right. Fucking. Now

And you did, by dint of stimulation and his expert mouth you released. But not in the way he though you would

You filled his mouth with your essence, taking him by surprise. He moaned against your cunt as he swallowed again and again as you kept squirting in his mouth

Hi hips stuttered against the edge of the bed as he almost came, from how hot all this was

Even after you finished cuming he kept working on your folds with his tongue. Seemingly scared of being thirsty again

He pulled out from your cunt with a loud pop and a big smile on his face “You were amazing little girl. That’s so much girl cum for Daddy. I’m so proud of you”

You squirmed at his praises. Gently closing your legs with how sensitive you were

He looked at you a bit more, the stars still brightly shining in his eyes, before going to the bathroom to finish himself. You were so sensitive now and he only wanted to make you feel good. We couldn’t wait either so jerking off seemed better… for now

Then he went back in his bed, were you were still catching your breath. He stripped in his boxer and went under the covers. His long arms circled your little body and pulled your flush against his warm chest

“You did so well for Daddy today. Make sure next time to be as good” he murmured softly against your ear, making you shiver in anticipation

After all, your mom’s trip was supposed to last 2 weeks. So it left plenty of time to explore well… plenty of new things

The next day, you woke up a bit before him, his arms still securely wrapped around your waist as he gently breathed in and out still fastly asleep

Though you could tell something was different, no feel it. Press against you ass. His hard morning wood

And you couldn’t help but think “What if I just grab it and pat it gently ? He wouldn’t be mad now, would he ?”

Well I guess there’s only way to find out

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🌳🐝 Again my requests are open 🎁🎪

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chocolatetheoristcloud · 1 year

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hello hello🫦 ok, so if your requests are still open, can you do HARD DOM Madara and breeding👉👈

i will literally eat anything from this man up plspls mwah

Sure thing sweetheart, also so for not doing this sooner I just noticed it.

Multiplying

Paring:HARD DOM Madara x FEM reader

Summary: Madara wants you to help with multipling the clan and providing the clan with heirs.

Warning: breeding, cursing,dark content, ,hard Dom Madara, smut, bondage, breeding kink,bad English, blindfolded.

English is not my first language.

Madara watched in darkness as you struggled with the ropes holding your arms above your head hostage to the bed head. He watched in delight as your tried to escape your bonds. How you looked like struggling rabbit caught in a trap.

how it makes his cock painfully hard and stiff. He was just dying to breed you.

Slowly and silently Madara made his way towards the bed you were tied down to. Once he reached you he slowly reached out his hand and slowly rubbed his hand down your stomach. Making you flinch, in a frightened voice they girl called out " Madara is that you, darling?". "Yes sugar why you were expecting someone else ?" He questioned with one his eye brow up.

"What no, just wanted to know if you did this, also why did you do this to me?" She questioned confused as to what her husband was thinking when he tied her down and on top of that he had stripped her of her clothes.

" I want you to help me baby" he said in his deep voice while he continued to rub his hand up and down your stomach. " With what..?" She answered still not knowing what the hell is going on.

Madara didn't say not one thing he just chuckle and in a smooth motion his hands went straight for the prize.

Now moving to be in between said woman thighs to increase his actions. while said woman could do nothing but take his actions.

Now before she could cum being already stripped of his clothes he sank into her impossibly deep. Making the woman under him bawled out.

"Not so hard-ahh ahh!!" The woman bawled out underneath him not knowing where up or down was. However her pleads fell on deaf ears as Madara sex filled brain was only fulled with one thing.

Breeding you. And breeding you hard.

As Madara continued with his hard fast and brutal thrusts slamming into her core that was sure to give her problems working in the morning. And with his hands gripping tightly on her knees that they were sure to bruise.

And finally Madara could feel he was close he began to go faster and slamming his hips harder. When finally he burst, his orgasm hitting him in crashing waves as thick ropes of white painted your core with his seed so deep within your core you were sure you would become pregnant. With your back arched beautifully yet so painful with the last of his seed cumming inside you, you didn't even scream not once.

After a minute or two he pulled out being careful not spill out his seed.

With a tired chuckle he stood on his knees and looked down at you. You were a mess. Opening his mouth he said "Now take my seed and provide me with many strong blooded heirs and be the mother of my children" he finished says as he looks down at your chest drastically falling down then rising up as you were breathing hard trying to catch your breath.

As Madara wonder if to let you out of your bonds.

#madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #madara x oc #madara smut #uchiha madara x reader #Naruto smut #Uchiha x reader #Uchiha smut #madara x y/n #Naruto x reader #Madara Uchiha

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the-madara-squad · 5 months

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MADARA WEEK 2023

BY POPULAR DEMAND MADARA WEEK EXTENDED UNTIL THE 31ST OF DECEMBER!

pick up freely the prompts that inspire you, pin us @uchiha-event and tag #madaraweek2023

After the Uchiha event in summer 2023, it's a great pleasure to announce the Madara Week 2023. The prompt fits the darkness of winter I hope you won't be afraid and will participate . It's a creative event open to everyone loving Madara, debutant or confirmed artists. So don't be shy!

RULES:

1/ Each day comes with a different theme. Pick up the ones who inspire you the most, -you can also combined them- 2/ You have three weeks to draw fanarts, write fics, one shots, podfics, headcanons, metas, random thoughts, poems, songs, gifs, memes ect ect… as long as you create it yourself for the event. 3/ the whole prompt can be general audience or NSFW. Up to your imagination ! Just be sure to precise it in your tag and your post. 4/ Madara week means : Madara must be the main character of your art. As back-up, others characters from Naruto can be included along with your self-insert, and your Original Character. 5/ share it using the hashtag #madaraweek2023. We'll make sure to reblog it between the 18th to 24th of december and to give everyone visibility. 6/ Have fun! The aim is to celebrate Madara Uchiha with joy and flamboyance.

If you need help to brainstorm your ideas, join our Madara Week channel in our Madara Squad discord HERE

Send us comments/asks/DMs or contact directly our mods @al-hekima-madara-blog and @margretescrimsonatelier for more informations !

NOT ALLOWED:

Disrespecting, smearing campaign, insulting the organisers. Any trolls would be automatically blocked from our event. their messages screenshots and archived. The mods knows enough geeks to find your IP, your identity and sue you if it goes too far.

No incest, no pedo** stuff… If your theme is NSFW make sure all your characters are old enough.

That's it for now, we count on you to reblog this post, share it with your friends, pin your favourite artists if you wish everyone to participate in Madara's party!

With Love, the mods.

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Madara Uchiha x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 6.6k

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

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

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

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

Without further ado, enjoy Sacrificed (Sun)

Read it on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that right?”

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

“A-Are you perhaps-“

“Yes?”

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

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

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

“Is it still too bright?”

“P-Pardon?”

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

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

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

You were pretty sure he might.

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

“Do you want to go blind?”

“What?”

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

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

“Eager to see your god, are we?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right, more dancing.

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

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

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

“Tsk, you know my name. Say it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going to ruin you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Two

Hashirama||Tobirama

Season 2

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

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hauntedhokage · 1 year

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hi hi! Could I please request hcs for your first time with the Konoha founders (Madara,Hashirama, tobirama?) tyia!!

hi, you certainly can! I totally got carried away with these but i had a lot of fun ~

warnings: written with female reader in mind, sexual content, mentions of potential pregnancy, cock warming,

Madara Uchiha

Madara isn't one for letting people get close, so to be at the point with him where not only you were regularly kissing and close enough that he's asking to go further says a lot.

He basically loves you at this point, even if he hasn't said as much out loud and the question of whether you'll let him go further requires no deeper consideration to have you nodding in the affirmative in the moonlit forest clearing

He's careful as he undresses you, gentle hands pulling at the various ties and buttons keeping your clothing together, his eyes staying on yours to ensure that you remain comfortable under his hands as he moves. It's only when you're undressed that he notices that he's still fully clothed, and sits back to give you the opportunity to see him as he'd gotten to see you.

He's very bashful as you undress him, which is truly out of character for the normally (mostly) collected man - unless he was with you. Madara was still strong and confident, but something in the way you specifically looked at him made him feel that way. It's the love but don't tell him that or else he'll blush

His hands are gentle as they explore your body without the layer of clothing keeping you from him, warm as they hold your breasts while he kisses you.

"Every bit of you is perfection, my dear," he'll compliment as he lies you back, kissing you one last time before he moves to explore the rest of your body with his mouth, gradually getting more comfortable with how you like to be touched.

He's nervous at first, but he is very generous when it comes to oral. He could probably be between your legs like this for hours, since he thoroughly enjoys how sweet you taste to him and the sounds you make for him and him alone while he's licking at your most sensitive spot.

The nerves return when he's sitting up in front of you again, cock in hand and lined up with your entrance. All he has to do is gently push forward, you've already begged asked him to take you finally, but he finds himself pausing as his tip is just barely pressing against your folds. But then he reaches for your hand, and holds it tight in his own as he finally urges forward to work himself into you.

He's painfully careful as he makes love to you, desperate to maintain his self control so he can avoid causing you any pain. Each thrust is calculated and careful, and his eyes stay on yours to make sure that he's actually making you feel good.

When he comes it's inside you mostly by accident, you'd made him feel so good that he wasn't thinking about arguably the most important detail. He hopes you're not upset, but he wouldn't be upset by having his heir conceived in such a setting. If you're not upset, he's able to relax in the grass beside you and pull you close, peppering kisses to your head as the cool night air blows over you both.

Eventually you'd both need to get up and get dressed before someone found you so exposed, but for now he's content to lay there and mumble sweet nothings back and forth.

Hashirama Senju

Oh, Hashirama is a nervous wreck over this. This was a moment he'd been waiting a while for and now it was here and you were sitting naked in front of him as planned and it was almost too much.

He's so worried about whether or not you actually want to have sex with him, if you'll like how he looks? Is his penis the right size? What even was the "right size"? These weren't things he talked about with Madara or his brother, so he feels under prepared for something so important.

Please kiss this man to pull him out of his head, otherwise you'd be sitting there naked all night while he overthinks.

His hands are shaky as he undresses, so giving him a helping hand will help him feel a lot better (and keep him from accidentally tearing something and feeling the need to explain how to the tailor when getting it repaired). Kisses to his chest and stomach as more skin is revealed, keeping your eyes on his as you do to help reassure him that you want to be here as much as he does.

"Relax, Hashirama," you request, taking his hands in his and gently peppering kisses along his knuckles to try and help him relax. "We don't have to if you don't think-" "I WANT TO TAKE THIS STEP WITH YOU!"

He's already hard, cock aching at the sight of your body and feel of your warm skin on his hands. When you bring one of his hands down to your already wet center, he's suddenly much more relaxed as he realizes that you want this too.

His fingers are eager to explore, spreading and stretching you open like he knows he'll need to while indulging in the sweet sounds you make as he pleasures you. He's not intending on making you come, so he's actually surprised when you do just by his fingers.

And when he gets to lay you back, his hand holds yours as he guides himself in. He could come from the sight of your face, contorted in pleasure as he stretched you, but he knows that he couldn't possibly cut this experience short for you.

But as enamored as he is by your face, he can't help but sit back so he can watch himself go in and out of you. There's something hypnotizing about watching his cock disappear inside you, he could sit there and watch forever.

But all things come to end eventually, and when he meets his end it's with his face pressed into your neck, profusely thanking you for providing him with the honor of this intimacy and telling you how much he loved you.

Tobirama Senju

The only one out of this trio that isn't at all nervous. Not at all understating the importance of the first time he's being intimate with you in that way, but it's a natural human occurrence and if you didn't want to take that step with him you wouldn't have let him move his hands further up your skirt. Nor would you have said "yes" when he asked if that was okay.

His kisses are confident as you sit on his lap, one of his hands resting on your thigh under your skirt while the other holds the back of your neck. Every so often he'll give your thigh a squeeze, moving his hand just a bit closer until his fingertips are brushing against the fabric of your underwear.

"Eager, are we?" you tease against his lips, gently nipping at his bottom lip and grinning when he lets out a soft groan. "I'm eager, too."

"You look so pretty on my lap like this, how can I not be?" his counter is accompanied by his fingers hooking into the band of your underwear, gently tugging at them so he could pull them down your legs. He doesn't let them hit the floor, instead pocketing them to keep them clean.

He takes a moment to wet his fingers before his hand goes back up your skirt, pushing your legs apart so he can spread your folds. The contact has your mouth falling open, your head falling against his shoulder as he spreads your wetness that had gathered to your clit.

You hold tight to his shirt as he fingers you; the long, slender digits taking their time in exploring your pussy, his thumb maintaining a constant pressure on your clit. It's when he feels your walls start to tighten around his fingers that he starts to rub small circles around your clit while maintaining that same wonderful pressure.

"Please come for me, my dear, I need you to be ready for me," he requests, his own mouth trailing kisses along your face and neck. Based on your pleasured whimpers and tight grip on his shoulder, he knows you're about to topple over that edge, and he's smiling as he feels your clenching around his three fingers. "That's it, you're so pretty when you're coming on my fingers."

Your skirt and his pants were going to be a mess, but that's not a concern for either of you as he's pulling his cock out of his pants. He's already so hard, and you gently take hold of him as he helps you adjust so you're straddling him on his chair and hovering just above his length.

There's a moment of hesitation, those red eyes meeting yours with a question in them that only you have the answer to. And your answer is given by carefully lowering yourself onto him, keeping your gaze locked on his until you're fully seated on his length.

With his hands on your hips and your hands settled on his shoulders, you both work together to set an easy pace. His goal is to make sure you feel and enjoy every inch of him as he helps you move, and he can tell by the way your walls are fluttering around him that you are very much enjoying what he's giving you.

He's a relatively quiet lover, the sounds that leave him are mostly quiet grunts and maybe a soft groan but nothing too loud. However, he wants you to be as loud as you want to be - let the whole village know that you were quite happily spoken for and well looked after.

His hand will leave your hip in favor of seeking out your clit, wanting to make sure that you find your release before he does. His fingers work against the sensitive bud rapidly, all while urging you to show him how pretty you are when you're coming for him.

And when you do come, your walls clenching rhythmically around his length, he's kissing you to muffle his groan as his hands keep you firmly planted on his lap as he finishes inside you.

He'll lean back in the chair, bringing you to relax in his arms as he works to regulate his breathing once more. Gentle kisses are peppered into your hair and his hands rub your back as he lets himself enjoy this moment with you.

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sleepysnk · 9 months

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madara uchiha 😵‍💫

(that’s it, that’s the thirst)

bro don’t even get me started..

madara uchiha who has the biggest breeding kink out of all of the uchiha clan. he just has the biggest urge to fill your pussy with his thick cum that he knows for sure would get you pregnant the moment he fucks you. he loves the idea of you round with his child and looking all pretty for him. he just knows that you would be the most amazing mother and that only encouraged him to fuck his cum into your pretty cunt. your pussy would be stuffed full by the time he’s done and if any slips out he would make sure to have another round ready for you in case.

“don’t let any come out.. or else i’m gonna have to fill you again, princess.”

#summer responds #smutty talks #gray <3 #madara x reader #madara smut #naruto x reader #naruto smut

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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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𝑂𝑜𝑝𝑠.. 👀 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

jjk, Genshin Impact, Naruto, & Haikyuu Men's react when they got caught in the act while fuck*ng with you ᰔᩚ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

ೀ𔓘 Tw : Smut, Public S*x, teasing, degradations, mocking. and maybe some misspelled words. lmk if i miss anything! ᰔᩚ Chubby reader fanfictions with no skintone of reader mentioned.

ೀ𔓘 Notes from Author ; tyvm for the long break. my head is like out of an ideas so i have to sort some things out to have an ideas again. and luckily and hopely from now on my heads will be full of these ideas lolol :3 ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

꒰͡⠀Mdni

They Got Embarrased! This type of mens are a Huuuge shy bean! they got pretty embarrased when they got caught wet in you. wether the ones who peeks within it are his friends, his family, or even a stranger.. he still got sooo embarrased! you have to reassure him that everything is fine or later on he will get pretty embarrased that he want you to stop the deed for a moment 😭 but dont hate him though.. he's just super shy and he doesnt know how to handle it.. espesially if its his first time getting caught in the act.

( jjk ) ᰔᩚ Yuuji, YUUTA, Choso ( genshin impact ) ᰔᩚ AETHER, venti, KAZUHA, al-haitam ( naruto ) ᰔᩚ ROCK LEE, sasori, Yamato Sensei, minato ( Haikyuu ) ᰔᩚ Hinata, SUGAWARA, Akiteru Tsukishima, Akaashi, KOZUME KENMA, YAMAGUCHI.

They got a Little.. embarrased.. but Still continue anyway. these type of men will probably gonna stop for a second. its like when he pound into you and someones coming in but after that person sees you both during those things they immediately go out of the room, he's gonna have to proceed some things. its like he's... out of the server. but not even 1 minutes later he's already back and then he just like immediately grabbing you and then pound you Twice harder than before while saying some real real weird and nasty stuff.

( Jujutsu Kaisen ) ᰔᩚ MEGUMI, Geto, Nanami ( Genshin impact ) ᰔᩚ DILUC, XIAO, Ayato, ALBEDO, Zhongli ( Naruto ) ᰔᩚ Kakashi, NEJI, SHIKAMARU ( Haikyuu ) ᰔᩚ TSUKISHIMA KEI, SEMI EITA, Lev Haiba, MIYA TWINS, Kageyama.

THEY DOESNT GAVE A FUCK! what do you expect? do you think some buds or some strangers walking into the rooms will stop him from pounding your big ass hips? No! aint no fucking way. he'll gave whoever that person is some real fucking performance. wether they like it or not. And when that person wants to walk out of that room, he'll be quick enough to saying things like "hey buds! you dont want to check this out?! come see me tame my woman! i'll gave you some stuff to watch!" and others.. i know he's sound like a real Nuts, but.. thats who he is. you'll probably cant complain to him anyway since his excitedment will sped up the pace of his pounding, that'll make it the end of you. and just hope that he'll be merciful enough to not suffocate you with his teasing later on.

( jjk ) ᰔᩚ Toji, GOJO, SUKUNA, MAHITO ( Genshin impact ) ᰔᩚ Itto, SCARAMOUCHE, CHILDE, Kaeya ( Naruto ) ᰔᩚ Madara, OBITO, Sasuke, Kiba, NARUTO HIMSELF, HIDAN ( Haikyuu ) ᰔᩚ KUROO, Bokuto, KYOUTANI, Oikawa, TENDOU, TERUSHIMA.

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