#foxmother

[stargazergarden]

Self-indulgent genderfae Nahida, floraine Yaoyao, foxmother Miko, and fricaedic Shenhe icons! (Please credit if used!)

[fusong]

@fox-mother​ -- ;

“Auntie, are all boys stupid, or are they just idiots?” The younger Uzumaki girl stood with a hand on her cocked hip, a huff passing her lips. “If the boys that graduated from my class are anything to go by, I think I’m right.”

[asaraltu]

@fox-mother​ -- ;

“Since Lady Mito’s gone, d’ya get lots of fuinjutsu training or something, Kushi-chan? Did you get stuff from Uzushio?”

[lxspedeza]

@fox-mother​ answered ;

“Hello there Ino-chan,” She said happily, “What’s the matter?”

The young genin looks at the beauty of this woman with hazy, dreamy eyes. “Her voice is kind, too...” she mumbles to herself

“Kushina-san I wish you were my mother. Imagine your and my father’s gene sets together, I would have been born a dream!”

[shikkotsunin]

@fox-mother​ -- ;

Sakura’s eyes practically crusted over when they blearily opened, unawareness seeping into her consciousness as she had no idea where she was. As blind color sharpened into objects and planes, whitewash walls and the stench of sterility hit her nose like being plunged underwater. What was more apparent, however, was a heavy lattice of rosy crystals barred over the window and door, the byproduct of her Crystal Release. That’s right... she’d done that to keep them out. No one had known she’d been pregnant, Sakura herself finding out too late. Let alone knowing who the father was, Sakura lifted her heavy, exhausted form to stagger towards Sarada’s crib. 

She’d been keeping herself hydrated on the sink in the adjoining bathroom, growing edibles and legumes with Bloom Release to provide enough sustenance for breast milk. Exhausted, rebounding from death’s door, she carefully lifted the quiet infant in her arms, chubby in only the way a baby could be, sinking into a plastic chair as she lifted her hospital gown enough to let her daughter latch on and nurse. Sakura hummed, barely aware of the grime on her skin that stood in contrast to her daughter’s.

Now that she was awake, she had to think of a way to escape Konoha before anyone found out.

[kxshikoi]

--- @fox-mother​  𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓍 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇.

It was not difficult to know which clan this little one came from and it reminded Tobirama of his fiance mentioning a little girl with red, red hair. Not many among the village had this kind of crimson hair, like the brightest of flames, warm to the eyes and eye-catching in a way that was like the ivory locks decorating his own head, falling down his crown in a wild mess. Tilting his head at her, Tobirama observed the youth for a few seconds before deciding to talk with calm features directed at her. “  Have you come in search of Izuna, sapling?  “ 

[fusong]

@fox-mother​ -- ;

“You must be Kushina-chan.”

In the time since coming to Konoha, Fusou didn’t think she’d meet another Uzumaki outside of Lady Mito herself, and the matron had since passed away when the young girl had undergone the transfer. It was such an evil thing to do, subjecting a child to that, but the elder Uzumaki was wary about expressing her true thoughts. They had wanted to do her some kindness, at least, as her status as jinchuuriki meant that she could very well be alone in the world. And with so many of their clan scattered with the majority dead, it was all she wanted. 

Maybe, a little selfishly, it could fill the hole in her heart her son’s death had left behind even though no one could replace her little boy. 

“I’m Fusou, from Amegakure. I hope you don’t mind, but I made some treats if you’d like them.”

[asaraltu]

She'd bought some new underwear that she thought her husband would quite enjoy. It was lacy, skimpy, black and very much crotchless. Deciding to wear this for him, she approaches him while he is focussed on something else. Indigo eyes watch him for a moment, before she reaches forward to swat his hands away from the desk before she easily climbs into his lap facing him. "So... Do you like my new clothes?~" Kushina purrs, "I quite like it... But it isn't for my pleasure... It's for yours.~"

“...I’m not sure if I would call these... clothes...”

Madara felt his throat dry as Kushina approached him, no longer bundled in the shapeless, baggy pants and insulated flak jacket of their village nor the straight lines of her dress she was prone to wearing. No, this was the Uzumaki on full display for him to see, eyes troweling shamelessly over supple curves and the way her arousal punctuated her chakra with musky notes that had the Uchiha salivating. And as she straddled his lap, Kushina’s soft but strong weight pleasurably heavy over his groin, he felt his breath stolen from his lungs. Of course, that didn’t halt how the Uzumaki began to grind her hips against him, a breath catching as Madara held her hips despite how she chose the rough, driving pace that made him harden beneath her. 

And gods above, did it feel good. Teeth he insipidly buffered with his own chakra clamped on and tore through the feeble front that bound her breasts together, freeing them so he could bury his face in soft cleavage and hungrily lave the soft flesh that bounced from her own furious pace. Kushina moaned softly as he ground his pelvis hard against hers, chasing the friction and heat shared between their crotches. A raspy growl was uttered into a fleshy breast, kissing and biting pale flesh that held no gentility, a beastly scribe of his possession over her.

Nipples were sucked and bitten until they were swollen and bruised with hickeys until an ireful impatience surged in him like magma and saw the Uchiha rise with ferocity and pin Kushina against the nearest wall with an audible slam, rutting like an animal between her thighs until her womanhood moistened with arousal, growling again as he bit mercilessly into her neck, claiming the Uzumaki as his for the world to see. Her body jostled against the wall, nails digging into his scalp as Kushina’s labored breaths heated the shell of his ear in all rapture. 

Crudely did he manage to undo the fly of his trousers enough to free his raging arousal, carefully working it in at first--much to Kushina’s elated astonishment--before he began to fuck her brutally into the plaster, the thud of her body audible and causing items festooning the walls and shelves to clatter from the force of it.

It might even be loud enough to wake the dead. Or Minato.