#FEASTING TONIGHT ❣️❣️❣️

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Can you do indra with prompt 9 from the nsfw prompt generator?

Thank you 💕

Indra (and Izuna) always have priority🙌🏻❣️💫

9) Indra: You want me to fuck you? Hard or soft? Fast or slow? Tell me—I will do whatever you ask of me.

Indra finally succeeded. He was, at last, able to eradicate all injustices inflicted upon him, and to eliminate those who carried them out. His honor was restored the moment his brother's life was extinguished under his hands, releasing a last sigh of regret that filled him with vitality.

It took an army of countless soldiers, who joined his cause out of respect and admiration, to help him to defeat his enemy. The struggle lasted for years, countless amounts of time, and too many opportunities in which Indra almost lost his life. Those who accompanied him admired his determination to the point where they refused to abandon him even if they were victorious, forming the beginnings of his own clan.

Once they were able to exterminate every last adherent from his brother’s side, everyone knew they had succeeded. They would return home as heroes, having earned the respect of their leader and ready to accompany him on any journey life might throw at them.

Coming back home, celebrations happen with his newly founded family and everyone feasts. The Uchiha respect him as a leader, follow him as a teacher, and give him all the devotion he never received from his original household.

For the first time in years, Indra truly smiles, accomplished in the face of his goals, and reassured by his renewed pride.

Several nights grow long between drinks and food, men who survived the war singing and dancing like there's no tomorrow, women who can't stop crying as they welcome their partners back alive, and children happy for their parents to come home.

Battle was hard, but it doesn't compare to the relaxation he carries inside. He refuses to call it happiness, never admitting weak feelings even to himself, and prefers to determine it as acceptance. Conflict with Ashura is over, his descendants exterminated, and Indra’s personal value is finally restored.

Exhausted from the celebrations and with a late night well underway, Indra decides he needs something other than alcohol and revelry. He returns to his headquarters, the one place where only his servants are allowed to enter, and makes a quick walk to his room.

He knows he has no right to expect anything from her, can't demand, can't even ask for it, but a part of him wants and needs her urgently. His behavior is and always has been more violent and mean than one would expect from a husband, and Indra knows it is shameless of him to go after her now he has achieved his goal. A thousand times he used her to vent his anger and frustration, radiating all his negativity towards the girl, but tonight he wishes to remedy his actions.

As he walks into the room, (Y/N) sleeps like an angel, looking beautiful in the moonlight filtering through the window. Her features are as delicate as the beauty of her skin, and Indra appreciates for the first time the woman who has been by his side from the beginning.

He never spent big amounts of time with her before, too consumed with strategies and attacks to think of commitments, a spouse, or a family. Now, and without prompt excuse, he feels free to enjoy his wife as he should have been doing years ago. He knows it's not fair, and she herself may be the one who doesn't accept his first healthy advances, but he's no longer dominated by hatred, and he believes he's capable of demonstrating something beyond rage.

He has to try.

Usually, their intimacy is based on his personal frustration or irritation. If a strategy did not work out as expected, he would release his anger by fucking her with animosity. If any plan failed or was countered, he would make her choke on his cock with annoyance, needing to vent his rage somehow. She grew accustomed to being taken and used as her husband saw fit, lending her body to his abuse and venting.

Yet tonight, and for the first time, is different.

He doesn't want to penetrate her hatefully and unleash violence, he doesn't want to treat her like a rag doll and put her in the position he wants, finish, and not worry about whether she did too. Tonight, he wants to embrace her with real desire, to praise her body and dedicate himself to her pleasure, to ignore his own instincts in order to celebrate her.

He approaches the bed slowly, unsure whether to wake her or not, but his troubled mind is solved when the girl opens her eyes and smiles at him, stretching out her arms to invite him. He follows the implied instructions, and they connect in a kiss that begins prudishly but quickly evolves into something hungry and needy.

"Tonight, I serve you as a slave, (Y/N). Tell me what you crave." He whispers against her lips, as his wife tries to catch her breath. He can see the red tinging her cheeks even with only the moon as a source of light, and her eyes widen gigantically in surprise.

(Y/N) is not used to this part of him, a new side she did not believe could exist. He’s always been cold and distant, unreachable, too powerful for ordinary people, someone to admire, fear, and respect. Indra is aware of the image he himself built up over the years, and he knows she sees him that way too.

The Otsutsuki was never kind, considerate, or loving, but she stood by him through it all. Accompanying him no matter how terrible his reputation was, she got used to staying silent and enduring, allowing him to be his real self, and waiting for better times.

He was no fool, and noticed how people called her insane for being by his side, for becoming his wife. She always stood firm, emphasizing her love and devotion for him, shutting the mouths of those who dared to comment on their relationship. Indra, secretly, appreciated it.

"I don't think that's necessary... let’s just.."

"(Y/N), I insist. Today it's my place to make you feel, for you to use me as you see fit." He reaches up to her ear and brushes her hair aside, kissing her neck. He moves down to the collar of her robe, slowly opening the garment to leave a wet trail on her skin, feeling how she shivers at the softness of his actions.

"Ind-dr-a please don't talk like that..."

"You want me to fuck you? Hard or soft? Fast or slow? Tell me-I will do whatever you ask of me." One of his hands closes gently over her neck, knowing how sadistic stimulation takes her to that place he longs for. His caresses are unusually delicate, his fingers brushing her cheek as he looks deep into her eyes, mentally destroying (Y/N) for lack of habit.

He can hear her release a trembling gasp, closing her eyes and surrendering her body submissively. Indra smirks, pulling back the sheets and climbing on top of her on the bed, spreading her legs and positioning himself in the middle.

"Wait!" The girl exclaims, rushing him to turn the situation around, with her being the one left on top. Over his hips, she looks at him with a mixture of determination and embarrassment, ashamed of exposing herself in such a way, but cherishing the opportunity without being able to waste it.

"Use me, (Y/N), I'm yours."

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feasting on pancakes tonight bc :) breakfast for dinner❣️

#i had some scrambled eggs too #m