#indra x reader

[belit0]

Indra is very sensual and your writing makes it even more so, her partner looks at her muscles,Her being a complete scoundrel while Indra is training, she already has enough fantasies in her head 🔥🔥🔥

INDRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BARK BARK BARK BARK

She shouldn't be watching.

Not like this.

Not with her breath uneven, her throat dry, her nails pressing against the silk of her sleeve as if it might ground her—anchor her against the sight of him.

Indra moves like a force of nature, precise, controlled, lethal. The wooden training post stands no chance against the force of his strikes, the sharp exhale of breath that follows each movement. His skin is slick with sweat, muscles shifting beneath bare flesh, every line of his body etched in purpose, in power.

And he knows.

Gods, he knows.

Knows that she's watching—knows that her gaze lingers too long on the curve of his back, the sharp cut of his abdomen, the way sweat drips, slow, down the hard lines of his stomach.

She swallows, heat licking at her spine, curling deep.

And Indra—Indra smirks.

Not fully, not obviously. But it’s there, a flicker of knowing, a glint in his dark eyes as he shifts his stance, deliberate. As he draws out each motion, each slow, methodical roll of his shoulders, the flex of his hands, the stretch of muscle beneath glistening skin.

He's putting on a show.

A slow, torturous display of strength and precision, crafted not just for battle—but for her.

Her fingers tighten. Bastard.

He turns then, catching her stare, and her breath stops.

For a moment, there is nothing—just the space between them, thick, humming, waiting.

Then—he moves.

Closing the distance with unhurried steps, the heat of his body suffocating, intoxicating as he stops before her. Close enough that she can see the glisten of sweat along his throat, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the knowing gleam in his eyes.

She should step back.

She doesn’t.

Indra lifts a hand—and wipes the sweat from his brow.

A slow, languid motion.

Then—he tilts his head, holds her gaze, and drags his fingers—the same damp fingers—down the slope of his neck, along his collarbone, down the center of his chest.

Her pulse spikes.

His smirk deepens.

-Something wrong, little shadow?

Bastard.

He knows exactly what he's doing to her.

[belit0]

Hey so can You write part 2 of Indra killing reader for the Mangekyo Sharingan.

I did part two with the same tone and cadence as part 1. This feels quite old, but I decided to step back into that vintage style of mine for a bit.

PART 1

There is no sound in the cave but the steady drip, drip, drip of blood pooling on the stone. His breaths are shallow, unsteady, his hands trembling as they hover above you, as if he could undo what he has done.

Your body is limp in his arms, eyes half-lidded, breath growing weaker with every agonizing second. The warmth is already leaving your skin.

Indra has known loss before. He has known betrayal, he has known fury. He has wielded death as a weapon, carved justice into the flesh of those who opposed him. But this—this is something else. This is a nightmare he created.

His lips part, but no words come. What is there to say? What could be said?

You try to lift a hand, fingers twitching as if to reach for him, but your strength has fled. He catches your hand, pressing it to his cheek. It’s so cold.

-Stay with me…- His voice breaks. -Please, my love. Just a moment more—

You smile at him. Smiling. Even now.

-It’s okay...- you whisper, a breath, a ghost of a voice. -I’m here.-

His grip tightens around you as if sheer will alone could anchor your soul to this plane. His eyes burn, crimson bleeding into black, something ancient and cursed awakening behind them. The Sharingan was nothing compared to this.

-No.- It’s not a plea anymore. It’s a refusal. A command.

The cave trembles with his fury, the walls groaning under the weight of a power that threatens to unmake everything. The very air crackles with something unnatural, something that does not belong in this world.

And then—

Darkness consumes him.

—

When Indra opens his eyes, the world is different.

The cave is empty.

The blood is gone.

And you are standing before him, alive, whole, untouched by the violence that took you. Your eyes are soft, your expression gentle.

-Indra…-

His heart clenches.

-No.- His voice is raw. -This isn't real.-

Your fingers graze his cheek, warm and real, and he leans into it despite himself.

-I am always with you,- you whisper, pressing your forehead to his.

A sob rips through his chest as his arms wrap around you. He holds you too tightly, as if to keep you from fading, from slipping between his fingers like sand.

But you are already slipping.

The warmth of your skin fades.

The weight in his arms disappears.

And when Indra blinks, he is alone again.

The cave is as it was; the blood remains, the scent of iron thick in the air. Your body is there, lifeless, still cradled in his arms.

The illusion has shattered.

And the weight of reality crashes upon him, crushing him beneath its finality.

With a slow, measured motion, Indra presses his forehead to yours, his grip tightening as silent tears slip down his face.

If there is a god who listens, if there is still mercy left in this world, let him wake up from this nightmare.

But there is no god for him. No mercy.

There is only the hollow echo of his own whispered apology.

And the terrible, irreversible truth:

He has killed the one person who would never betray him.

[belit0]

Hello, I hope you are doing well and in good health. You are my favorite Uchiha/Indra writer <3 Request where Indra is passing through Y/N’s village with his disciples and she can’t help herself from curiosity so she secretly watches him teaching ninjutsu to his disciples, beginning to learn a bit herself. However this is a misogynistic period, and women are not allowed to practice Ninjutsu and Indra catches her

AAAAAAA THANK YOU! Such an honor! (every request I receive about Indra adds years and youth to my life)❤️‍🩹

The afternoon air hangs thick with the scent of scorched earth and sweat. Beneath the towering pines, Indra’s disciples move in disciplined unison, their strikes sharp, their footwork precise, each one a reflection of his teachings, his control. He watches them with a gaze that never softens, never relents; perfection is the only standard he allows.

(Y/N) should not be here.

She knows this.

And yet, she lingers at the edge of the treeline, breath held, body still, watching.

She has only ever seen men wield such power, only men have been allowed to. But watching Indra now, the way his movements dictate the very air around him, the way a flick of his wrist can break an opponent’s stance, the way his presence alone shapes the battlefield… she cannot stop herself from wanting.

So she studies.

Memorizes.

Repeats each motion in the secrecy of the woods where no one will see. Her hands move as theirs do, her steps echo theirs, slower, clumsier, but improving. She listens to every command Indra gives, every correction he makes, and applies them to herself. If she cannot be taught, then she will teach herself.

But curiosity, no matter how careful, is a dangerous thing.

A crack of a branch underfoot, so small, so insignificant, yet enough.

Indra turns.

The movement is slow, deliberate, as if he already knows what he will see. And when his gaze lands on her, it is not with surprise.

It is with disappointment.

The air grows heavier. The disciples say nothing, do nothing, barely dare to breathe as their master steps forward. The space between them vanishes too quickly.

(Y/N) straightens her back, refusing to shrink beneath the weight of him. She does not regret watching, does not regret learning.

Only that she was caught.

Indra regards her for a moment that stretches too long, his unreadable gaze scanning over her hands, her stance. He has already seen everything.

A long pause.

Then—

-Pathetic.

The word lands sharper than a blade. Not because it is spoken with anger, but because it is not. It is calm, detached, as if stating a simple fact.

-Do you believe,- he continues, stepping closer, -that imitating the movements of men makes you their equal?-

She does not answer.

-Do you believe,- he repeats, gaze unyielding, -that watching from the shadows makes you worthy of standing beside them?-

Still, she does not speak.

Indra does not tolerate silence. His hand moves too fast to track, fingers seizing her wrist. Not tight, not cruel. Controlled. He lifts her hand, palm up, wrist exposed, as if inspecting a flawed weapon.

-Fragile,- he muses. -Weak.- His thumb presses against the delicate skin there, as if testing its breakability. -Your hands were made for quiet labor, not for battle.-

(Y/N) grits her teeth. She will not yield.

But Indra is not finished. His grip shifts, faster than breath, he twists her arm just enough to unbalance her, to force her knees to buckle. She barely catches herself before hitting the ground.

-You do not belong here.

He does not strike her. He does not need to. His words are the blade, the final cut.

Indra releases her as though she is nothing, as though she is beneath even punishment.

And then, as if she is no longer worth his time—

He turns away. Dismissing her.

But (Y/N) does not move.

Her pulse hammers in her throat, her wrists tingling where his grip had been; an echo of his power, an unspoken warning. She should be relieved that he disregarded her, that she is not lying on the ground in disgrace. She should be thankful.

She is not.

Indra is right about one thing—she is weak. But only in comparison to him.

And that realization fuels something inside her, something reckless. She should lower her head, retreat into the shadows where she belongs, but instead, her fingers curl into fists.

She lifts her chin.

The defiance is silent, but he feels it.

Indra does not need to see her face to sense it, does not need words to recognize when a flame refuses to die.

He stops mid-step.

His disciples remain frozen, their gazes averted, none daring to acknowledge the quiet storm brewing between them. None daring to breathe in his presence.

Slowly, he turns his head, his dark eyes catching hers with a sudden intensity.

Dangerous.

Still, she does not lower her gaze.

He should strike her for that alone. He should carve the disobedience from her bones and leave her to rot in the insignificance where she belongs.

And yet, Indra smirks.

A slow, deliberate thing. Not kind. Not warm.

Hunting.

-I see,- he murmurs, tilting his head slightly, as if regarding a specimen not yet fully understood.

The shift in the air is suffocating.

This is not the same dismissal as before. This is something else.

(Y/N) swallows, but the fire in her does not smother itself.

Indra steps forward again, and this time, he moves with the unhurried precision of a predator that already has its prey caged.

-You do not listen.

She does not move.

-You do not kneel.

She does not look away.

His fingers find her wrist again; not tight, not forceful, but calculated. A touch that lingers, a touch that assesses.

-You believe yourself capable,- he muses, voice low, dark. His grip shifts, sliding up to the delicate bones of her forearm. Not testing strength. Testing resistance.

His thumb drags against her pulse.

(Y/N) inhales sharply.

He feels it. Knows it. And it amuses him.

-You are too fragile to be a warrior,- he murmurs, but there is something in the way his fingers flex, in the way his gaze lingers over her skin.

Something that suggests he is no longer speaking only of battle.

(Y/N) clenches her jaw, refusing to react, refusing to let him see the way his proximity affects her.

Indra watches her for a long moment, then, he lets go.

A deliberate act. A deliberate distance.

But before she can breathe again, his voice reaches her, quieter this time, but no less powerful.

-If you wish to learn,- he murmurs, tilting his head slightly, -then be prepared to endure.-

And then, as if he has not just unsettled the very foundation of her world, he walks away.

[belit0]

Fire

(Y/N) had had enough.

If Indra wanted to play with fire, she would ensure he burned.

For days, she had been stewing over their last encounter—his effortless control, his smug amusement, the way he had turned her own attack against her without breaking a sweat. The way he knew her, inside and out, before she even knew herself.

She had sworn to get her revenge.

And she had finally figured out how.

Indra was nearly untouchable when awake. His awareness stretched far beyond the limits of normal perception, his control absolute. But there was one time—one small window—where even the great King of the Underworld had to let his guard down.

When he slept.

Ivy crept into his chambers, the flickering glow of the torches casting long shadows against the dark marble. The room was impossibly large, the air humming with his presence, thick with power.

And there, at the center, he lay.

Sprawled across the vast bed like a god in slumber, brown hair spilling over silk sheets, one arm draped lazily over his chest, the other resting at his side. His breathing was steady, deep, calm.

Vulnerable.

(Y/N) swallowed, the sight of him knocking the air from her lungs.

She had never seen him like this before—so at peace.

It almost made her hesitate. Almost.

But then she remembered everything.

The way he had toyed with her. The way he had owned her reactions.

No more.

Moving carefully, she climbed onto the bed, hovering just above him. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, could hear the slow, steady rhythm of his breath.

She lifted a hand—hesitated—then touched him.

A whisper of her fingers against his chest.

Nothing.

Encouraged, she slid her palm lower, tracing the hard lines of muscle, the curve of his abdomen, the heat of his skin beneath her touch.

Still nothing.

A slow smile spread across her lips.

Got you.

Leaning closer, she let her breath fan over his collarbone, her lips barely grazing his skin. A soft, teasing touch. Nothing more.

Then—

Everything went wrong.

In a blink, (Y/N) found herself beneath him, her wrists pinned, her back sinking into the soft sheets.

A deep, rumbling sound—not quite a growl, not quite a laugh—vibrated against her throat as Indra loomed over her, golden eyes wide awake and gleaming in the dark.

-Interesting tactic, little shadow.

(Y/N)’s breath hitched. -You were awake?-

Indra’s lips curled. -Since the moment you stepped through the door.-

Her stomach dropped. -Then why—

Indra leaned in, his nose brushing against the curve of her jaw, inhaling deeply. -Because I wanted to see how far you’d go.-

(Y/N)’s pulse roared in her ears. -I hate you.-

A dark chuckle. -Sure thing.-

The pressure on her wrists loosened just slightly, just enough to let her think she had control—only for Indra to flip her over onto her stomach in the next instant, his body pressing into hers, trapping her effortlessly beneath his weight.

A gasp escaped her lips.

Indra hummed, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against her hip.

-Tell me,- he murmured, lips brushing against the shell of her ear, -was this your plan all along? To climb into my bed and tempt me?-

(Y/N)’s breath came in shallow bursts, her fingers curling into the sheets. -I was trying to humiliate you.-

Indra’s laugh was pure sin. -Little shadow...- His lips grazed her pulse. -You should know by now.

His fingers trailed lower.

-You cannot outplay me.

[otsutsukifavs]

Indra and Ashura with a s/o who is stronger than them and is immortal?

　[ 𝓞tsutsuki Indra + Ashura headcannons (request) . ]

pairing : indra / ashura with an immortal s/o who is far stronger than them cw: gn! reader, pre successor of ninshu event, ooc (?), reader has unknown origins and abilities, NOT PROOFREAD!!

　[ 𝓞tsutsuki Indra + ashura . ]

﹒jealousy. jealousy jealousy. extreme jealousy even. although Indra would be more jealous (im biased)

﹒icl they would BOTH be a little bit embarrassed when you first meet. ashura would be scared to approach you even

﹒both siblings would do everything to gain immortality, sometimes persuades you to tell your secret

﹒training with them as you stand proudly taking your victory after a short amount of time, poor babies cant keep up with their partner :sob:

﹒you giving them a hand to help them get up leaves them flustered af (RAHHHHH i love them both)

﹒ashura would finally accept after a certain time that his partner is just stronger

﹒whereas indra would train day and night for weeks, months even just to keep up with you (he really loves you trust)

﹒power difference or not, indra and ashura would love you very much <33

requests : open ! - i ran out of ideas im so sorry this is rlly short - IM ALIVE MOTHER IS BACKKK!!! this was lowkey sitting in my drafts for AGESSSSS. finally had the motivation to finish this on a random monday at 11pm - My indra post is STILL GETTING TRACTION to this day, i did NOT expect people to like it THAT much. . . - My account will be going onder a profile n layout change a bit, dont fret im still mother :3 i MIGHTT write for sae itoshi from blue lock too - reminder that i do NOT write nsfw at all. ive alr said that in my pinned post and it makes me uncomfortable <3

otsutsukifavs . do not copy / repost / translate

[indras-wife]

Hey cuties!

So…I know I havent posted anything for over 2 weeks and I am sorry for it. I was dealing with some personal health issues and also other issues(more exactly, stalking from my crazy ex) and everything happening just made me depressed and unable to do anything.

I also had more frequent visits to the hospital, but I am feeling much better now!

Thank you all who keep following me, liking my content I posted and sending more fun requests. I am slowly starting working on them so bear with me please. I wont leave any request unanswered promise💕

Also…those who messaged me asking about me, big big thank you. Your messages brought big smile on my face🥺💖I appreciate each and every one of you and your support means the world to me.

I will be posting either this Sunday or or next Monday so wait for my writings💖💖

[otsutsukifavs]

　[ 𝓞tsutsuki Indra relationship headcannons . ]

pairing : indra otsutsuki x gn!reader headcannons . cw: this was before the successor of ninshu thing, protective indra, literally just fluff, mention of petnames, ooc maybe not sure

﹒now, where do i start . . . . he would probably hide the fact he has a lover for a really long time . The only person that would probably catch him w/ his s/o would either be his dad or ashura and even so indra would be VERY embarrassed ( 😭 )

﹒ sucker for forehead kisses TRUST ME!! his s/o would gently kiss his forehead and would pretend he didn't like it and keep a straight face (he is blushing and giggling internally)

﹒personally i don't think he would have a form of PDA, especially he does not want to get caught with a lover in PUBLIC . however in private he's a total lovebug :3

﹒when cuddling he likes to be the big spoon . again i headcannon he has a cold body so when cuddling indra keeps them close to his as a source of warmth

﹒ he loves to play w his s/o's hair, short or long does not matter to him he will learn how to do different hairstyles and try them on his lover all the time

﹒silly pet names like "darling" and "my love"

﹒he loves and cares for his s/o a LOT . he may not show it but he shows his affection though small actions like making dinner, preparing a bath, caring for them when their sick and so on

﹒if he caught or found out that a creep is trying to hit on you indra would most definitely end that persons life . No one is allowed to put their hands on his s/o .

﹒I feel like he secretly has hobbies like reading ( mainly books about ninshu ) and baking w his s/o . The both would try to bake all sorts of delicacies or read together under the stars !

requests : open ! Im so sorry this is ultra short i ran out of ideas AARGH (this was made at midnight i have half a braincell left help me.) I hate that man (affectionate) anways justice for indra he always gets portrayed negatively 😭 Thank you 4 reading this, reblogs r appreciated <3

otsutsukifavs . do not copy / repost / translate

[indras-wife]

Hello!

I was wondering if you could write one abt how the Uchiha men (+Indra) would react if their s/o saw them in their female form?

The one you wrote was hilarious 😂

Thank you for requesting it Anon! I had so much fun writing the first request lol. They were really having a hard time dealing with their new problem. For this request I had MORE fun lol. These men are in for another challenge with their s/o. If you want more Uchihas to be included in such requests, please let me know<3<3<3

Indra

He would do EVERYTHING not to be seen by his s/o. Since his training was failed, he had no other choice but to be locked in his room all day, refusing to see anyone.

Unfortunately for him, he underestimated his s/o, because that woman will stop at nothing to see her lover. When she was in the compound, one of the students had to tell her that Indra was not in the mood to see anyone and she had to see him later.

She gets pretty worried for her man, wondering what happened that makes him want to be isolated. She waits till the student walks away and makes her way to his room. She was more than welcome in the compound so she didn't feel like intruding, since she was also pretty much visiting Indra and vice versa.

She knocked on his door multiple times, waiting for him to open the door. "Indra, its me!" she said loudly, hoping he would open the door. No answer...After not seeing any chance, she had to do the only logical thing: barge in his room and help her man.

When he opened the shoji and walked inside, her mouth dropped open in surprise. There was Indra, sitting down with a loose robe and with lots of books surrounding him. When he turned to see who dared to interrupt him, his s/o saw what he was trying to hide the whole day...His female body.

"Y/n...? Damn it what are you doing here..?! I told that idiot to make sure no one comes to my room..!" he said, standing up and tying the robe trying to hide what his s/o ahd already seen. Indra was worried..He knew his s/o would ask him millions of questions and he has answer to none of them.

"Your...uh...your body...what happened..? Why you have um..." she was stuttering hard while looking at him. Indra sighed, trying to find an anwer in his head. He was going to say something, but he felt his s/o touching his body all over. "OI...! Y/n stop that..! Don't touch me..!" he said flustered.

His s/o seemed o have taken a liking to his looks and body, as she was circling around him and scanning him. She was bold enough to even pull the robe from different sides to make sure he was INDEED a woman and this was not just a hallucination. She wanted to ask how he is in this situation, but knew her lover has no answer.

Indra has always been an attractive person, but for some reason...as a female...he became even more attractive in s/o's eyes. "I never thought I would be attracted to a woman...you somehow look even better than I do. Not fair Indra!" she said laughing.

At this point, Indra could say nothing and had to go back to his research while his s/o was touching him nonstop. She did really like his new body.

Madara

For this man, the circumstances under which his s/o found about his new body were very unfortunate. The day of the accident, he actually planned a big date, asking her to be ready at a certain time for him to pick her up. While his s/o was getting ready, Madara was struggling with his body, trying to undo the curse he was under.

As the time passed, Madara was no where to be found. His s/o waited for HOURS before she got tired of waiting. She was sad of course, but also curious as to why her lover didn't show up. Madara was a very punctual man and he was never late. This was the first time he was not only late, but did not show up as well, encouraging his lover to visit him.

She made her way to the Uchiha household, asking one of the guards to call him. After minutes, the guard returned, saying Madara cannot see her. This made Y/n even angrier. Who does he think he is? Leaving her waiting and not showing up, and now when she is the one that came to see him, he cannot see her? What a joke. Y/n would not take that as an answer and she pushed the guards aside, walking in the house and going to his room.

She did not care about any manners and walked in his room fast, slamming the door behind her. She was thinking that he was either having a very important meeting or cheating on her, but not even in her wildest dreams would she think that her lover was not able to meet her because of this...because of being turned into a woman!

Madara was walking around in his room angrily, crossing his hands on his chest. He was so occupied in his thought he didnt hear her enter. " I swear whoever is responsible for this will pay..." he said loudly. His s/o had to make a sound for him to notice her and when he did, he stopped walking around. Instead, his first instinct was covering himself, in hopes that she did not already notice his funny condition. However he was late as Y/n had noticed his body form when she entered the room.

Having no way out of this, Madara had to reveal the truth and explain why he was not able to be present for the date. He expected his s/o to have a mature approach, but instead of it, he had to have his s/o laugh at him for a long time.

It was annoying of course, but he also found his situation funny. "You became a woman..?! Madara no way on earth would I believe this if I didnt see it with my own eyes! This is the karma you get for being such an asshole to women!" she said. Madara rolled his eyes in annoyance, considering this is also what Hashirama told him.

He now had two problems to deal with: First was getting rid of this body and returning to his real one and second getting his lover to stop making fun of him and helping him find a way out. In both cases he was failing miserably. This was indeed a karma.

Izuna

Unlike his brother, Izuna was taking this change very lightly. As he was instructed not to leave his room before this condition passed, he kept studying his body over and over. It was more fun than he imagined. Izuna was familiar with woman's bodies, considering he takes his time always with his s/o, but inspecting this new body was a very different experience.

At night, when everyone was asleep, Izuna was awake, his mind wondering about his s/o. He may not have his "destructive weapon" between his legs, but he still felt immense desire and passion for her. Unable to hold himself any longer, he got up and grabbed the nearest cloak. His new body would not stop him from having the fun he deserved to have.

As he jumped out of the window, he started running towards his s/o's house. Midnight meetings were nothing new for them, as they would often sneak out together and watch the starry sky. When he reached the house, he jumped near his lover's window, knocking lightly on it to get her attention. And it did indeed get her attention. She walked to the window and opened it, allowing him to jump inside.

"Love, why are you here? I dont remember us planning any star gazing date today" she said. Izuna removed his cloak, his attire exposing his female body to his lover. It was a surprising sight for her, as she let a gasp seeing him.

"Something CRAZY happened to me and I had to show you before it goes away..hopefully" he said. His lover, now recovering from her shocked state, stared at him. She was unsure on what to say, but she was eager to see and hear more about this phenomena.

Izuna explained everything to her, from the moment he woke up till this one. He hid no detail from her. Y/n was not that surprised knowing he took more time in discovering his body rather than finding ways to reverse this situation. He was always one to take literal hours in studying her body during intimacy.

Y/n, now being more interested, expressed interest in touching him to which Izuna wholeheartedly agreed. He took his clothes off, wearing only a silky light robe his s/o gave her.

He was very calm during the inspection by his s/o, in fact he was even enjoying it. He may have thought of initiating intimacy with her in this body, but was not sure if she would agree or no. So he had to just sit and patiently take his s/o touching him. Y/n could not help but be jealous of him, because he somehow had better and bigger chest than she did. Izuna of course noticed this and reassured her that her chest is better than his. After all, his new body is temporary, while hers is forever.

At the end, being the crazy hormonal beings they are, they could not escape the desire building up between them as they ended up having a long intimate session. A body change could not step them and frankly, it was a new experience for them both, which they liked. (Izuna even wished he could change his body whenever he wants just to spice up their sex life)

His s/o was however very helpful and understanding, as she herself tried to find an explanation and a way out for Izuna in the morning when she woke up.