#Oh I love tobirama just laughing at them

[ladykissingfish]

*Tobirama about to leave on a diplomatic mission with Hashirama* Tobirama, packing: So ... you're going to be okay with me going? Izuna: Yes. Tobirama: You're sure you're not upset about me going for so long? Izuna: No. I understand; it's for the good of the village. Tobirama: Mm, I have to say, you've really come a long way in terms of maturity. *chuckles* Remember the last time I had to go with Hashi on that trip to the land of snow? The tantrum you threw when I said you couldn't come with? Izuna, blushing: Awwww, Tobi ... why'd you have to bring that up? You're making me sound like the neediest boyfriend in the world! Tobirama: *puts his arms around Izuna and pulls him close* Soon to be the neediest fiancé, then neediest husband, if I can manage to get permission from your brother. Izuna: Hmph; good luck with that. Now kiss me goodbye and get out of here. Tobirama: *gives Izuna a deep kiss* Love you. Please keep yourself safe until my return. Izuna: Love you too. And you do the same. *the next night, finally having arrived at their destination* Hashirama: Whew ... either I'm getting older or travelling so far by cart has gotten harder on my body. Tobirama: I know what you mean. I can't wait to take a nice long soak. *puts his suitcase up on the bed* Just let me unpack and -- Tobirama: *unlocks the clasp and jumps back a step, startled* What the -- Izuna, rolling out: Surprise! Hashirama: Izuna?? Tobirama: What the fuck are you doing in there? HOW DID YOU EVEN FIT IN THERE?! Izuna: Foolish Senju; I'm sure I've told you before that Uchihas are known master contortionists! Tobirama: But ... but didn't we have a talk about you being more mature -- ? Izuna: Oi, I AM more mature. I didn't cry this time, did I? I simply decided that I needed to come along with you, so I did. Izuna: *shakes himself out, then wraps himself around Tobirama* You really thought I'd let you leave me for so long? Idiot. Hashirama, laughing: Oh my God, this is hilarious! I can't wait to tell Madara what a crazy guy his brother is! Izuna: Oh yeah? Well you won't have to wait long to tell him; just unpack your suitcase. Hashirama: M-my suitcase? What do you -- "Hashirama's Suitcase": For God's sake, hurry up and unlock this dusty thing! Your clothes smell like you haven't properly washed them in weeks! Hashirama:

#tobiizu #tobirama x izuna #tobirama senju #izuna uchiha #hashimada #hashirama x madara #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #headcanon the Uchiha clan are clingy as FUCK and WILL NOT TOLERATE not being brought to EVERY SINGLE THING their partner goes to #founders

[mortyvongola2-0]

Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Tobirama Senju x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smutty smut

Word Count: 13k

Warnings: oh so many, afab!reader, rough sex, dirty talk, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, way too much overstimulation, copious amounts of cum, oral sex male receiving, copious amounts of fluids, temperature play, virginity kink, breeding kink, praise kink, power kink, aphrodisiacs, stomach bulge, use of inanimate objects for stimulation, Tobi-rail-me, Tobirama's schlong is too big, womb bullying, no refractory period, strong language

A/N: Holy shit this is so long and I’m so sorry it took forever to get out but it’s finally here and I’m so relieved. Again, sorry it took so long but honestly this thing is monstrous. Twice the size of Madara's and almost twice the size of Hashirama's. There's a lot of lore and references in here to the previous Sacrifices and to future ones but you don't have to read either to fully enjoy this.

Thanks so much again to my amazing editing bestie @therantingfangirl and my artistic troll @skydaddy01 for all your hard work helping me make this so great~ You guys are the best. As well as all my tumblr friends who have been patiently waiting and encouraging me. And thank you so much to all of you who waited and enjoyed the previous ones.

Now, without further ado, please enjoy the final fic for the first season of Sacrificed. Sacrificed (Water)

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A child had been chosen, a young girl only 8 years old. A child with a bright smile and a love of the color green, a child who’d never known a day of hardship, who’s skin was unblemished and who’s laughter could brighten even the darkest of situations—your little sister had been chosen to be the sacrifice. Your mother had dropped to her knees, your father brought to tears, and all you could do was sit and stare as it felt like the world came crashing down around you. How could they do that? Under who’s authority was she chosen?

You wanted to scream, to run through the village and gather an army in protest of such a grotesque decision, but you couldn’t. Your body refused to work with you, and you were only able to sit and stare as your little sister tried to comprehend why her family was suddenly so distraught. The officials who brought your world to ruin stood there and watched, unflinching and uncaring, as your precious little sister cupped your face in her chubby hands. There were tears in her eyes, which brought tears to yours.

 “What’s wrong? What does that mean?” She was scared because you were scared, because your mother wouldn’t stop begging on her knees while your father squeezed his eyes shut and held his wife back from gripping the hem of the officials’ robes as she pleaded for mercy.

This isn’t right, you thought as you squeezed your eyes shut. You wrapped your larger hands around the trembling ones on your cheeks. She’s just a child, if the gods are just they wouldn’t ask for such a sacrifice.

Why her and not you? You were an adult, passed marrying age, some of the village teens had started to call you the old maid because of your single status. They’d laugh as you’d yell back, telling them you weren’t old at all, but of course they never listened. That same question kept repeating itself in your mind. Why her and not me?

“That is all,” the highest official stated. “We will come to collect her for the ceremony next week.”

He turned, as did the other three, and they began to walk away. Why her? You tightened your grip on her small hands. Why must she pay the price for the rest of us? Why not- “me,” you called out. The officials paused and you removed you sister’s hands from your face and held onto them as you stood. “I volunteer in her place.” Your hands shook, you were more afraid than you’d ever been, but your resolve outweighed your fear. A child, not only her but especially one like her didn’t deserve to be so cruelly murdered for everyone else’s sake. “Is that acceptable?”

The group of four stuffy, old men seemed to ponder that as they looked at one another in a panic. They seemed to huddle together for a bit, every second that passed weighed on you like a stone. What if they said no?

I won’t let them take her.

Calls for a sacrifice didn’t happen often, normally the four-village alliance just went about their days as usual, but a drought had begun. The rains had stopped almost five months ago, the crops were suffering and therefore the livestock suffered, and with both the crops and livestock in short supply the strain on the people became too great to ignore. Even the fish supply, which was a staple for coastal villages like yours, had begun to grow scarce due to the low tides. It almost felt like the water was disappearing overnight. So a sacrifice was needed—am mortal that would be offered up to the water god as payment for the rains he offered.

No one knew what became of those who were sacrificed, whether they died at sea or, against all odds, were placed in the hands of a cruel god. They never returned, body or soul. Most assumed they died at sea. The religion among the people had begun to wane since the last sacrifice, many had believed the practice to be cruel and barbaric. The officials turned back toward your small family and cleared their throats. “We appreciate your willingness,” the oldest, who wore the most expensive robes, glanced nervously between the others before clearing his throat. “We will have the elder females come check to make sure you are worthy of the position.” They would check to make sure your maidenhood was intact, that was the one qualification you knew of, and you met it just fine.

“Very well.”

“They should arrive within the next few days, and if all goes well, we will arrive next week for you instead of your sister.” With that, they left, and all of your strength went with them.

You crumbled to the floor, your young sister began to panic, your mom clutched you and sobbed more as your father held all three of you tightly. You could only imagine how badly your teenage brother would react to the news, but somehow you felt numb. An all-consuming nothingness filled your chest as you wrapped your arms around your precious little sister.

Yes, your mind supplied. Its better this way.

The elder women came after two days and confirmed your virginity and whatever else it was they were looking for, after that you were told to go to the official’s lodgings every day to be prepared for the official ceremony. It was an odd affair, you were forced to kneel before a statue and pray to it daily, only allowed to eat lotus roots, and coached on the part of the ceremony that involved everyone else. You were never told what to do after your small boat was set afloat in the sea. Those preparations took up most of your day and when you’d return home your mother would try her best to put on a smile and act like everything was okay, your father would take every opportunity he could to embrace you, your little brother did his best to hide the tears in his eyes, and your poor little sister, who still didn’t quite understand but knew something was wrong, would burst into tears and cling to you all evening.

It was an overwhelming experience, but you fell into the routine like it was second nature, so when the day of the ceremony arrived you were thrown a bit off balance. Instead of lotus roots you were given nothing to eat, only a strangely thick fluid that warmed you to your core whenever you drank it. The time that had been allotted for prayer had become the time for grooming. You were placed into a warm bath of the same fluid, you figured it was to save on the limited supply of water, and they bathed you like a princess. The elder women massaged your skin and combed your hair to perfection. They painted your lips and eyes with crimson, and your abdomen and thighs were decorated with blue dragons that spewed water and seemed to move alongside dark storm clouds. Sitting still while being painted had been rather difficult, the softness of the brush and gentleness of the strokes had left you ticklish and tingly. You thought that viscous fluid had something to do with the latter, the more you drank it the warmer you became and the more sensitive you felt.

The women wrapped you in what felt like gauze. The soft material made the hairs on your body raise, you blamed it on the new sensitivity. They wrapped your breasts like they were being bound, then tied off the artificial top behind your neck; the bottoms were similar, wrapped around your hips and upper thighs until they formed a short skirt that covered enough but too little all the same and made it difficult to walk. Jewelry was placed in your hair, pearls of white and blue were scattered about your locks, and you estimated the price of half of those decorations alone to be worth more than four times the price of your family’s home. Probably enough money to feed your family and your neighbor’s families for two or three years, but that was only your estimation.

Your feet remained bare but they placed bands of silver with pendants of matching pearls around your ankles and wrists, they made a small jingle noise whenever you walked. When they felt you were decorated enough they pinned your hair up and placed a veil over your head. Your vision was obscured but the women took your hands and guided you to the ceremony area in the center of the four villages. The sun hung low in the sky and the people quieted down as you were brought beside the officials. The weight of what was about to happen truly began to settle in your chest and churn your stomach.

 Its fine, you had to tell yourself. If it wasn’t me, it would’ve been her, so its fine. As long as it’s not her, anything is fine.

“Great God of Water,” the thrumming of your heartbeat in your ears drowned out most of the official’s grand speech, your brain was only able to catch onto the last portion. “We ask for your mercy and blessings upon us in these desperate times. Please, bless us with your rains once more. Bring life into our plants and our soil as we bring life to you!”

The villagers were full of mixed emotions, though you could not see it, you could hear the hesitation and reluctance to cheer from the crowd. “You are doing us a great service,” the official told you quietly, he kept a solid grip on your bicep. “You will not be forgotten.”

You were led from the center of the villages to a palanquin where you were commanded to enter. Once you were secured inside you heard the cry of a familiar little voice. Your precious little sister called out and tried to run after you and into the palanquin. Your father ran after her and picked her up quickly to keep her from climbing inside. You poked your head out and lifted your veil to see her one last time. A pain unlike any other gripped your heart as you looked at her tear-stricken face, and the frowns of grief on your other three family members. “I have to go now, little lily,” your voice almost cracked, and your eyes filled with tears as you called her by her nickname. “Be sure to watch over mom and dad for me, and don’t do anything to worry your older siblings too much.”

“O-okay,” she sniffled pathetically.

“I love you, all of you,” you whispered, unsure whether they would hear it or not, before lowering your veil again and righting yourself in the vehicle. If you had said anything more, or looked at their face’s any longer, leaving would have become unbearable. Your heart squeezed again, and you had to hold back the tears that threatened to spill and ruin the hard work and time that went into your face paintings. The palanquin stopped after what felt like only a few moments. A man you recognized as one of the many officials assisted you in your exit and began to lead you toward a well-known pier.

The sounds of the ocean had once calmed you, a relaxing sound from the time you were young, now the sounds only heightened your anxiety. The other officials followed behind as you were led down a set of steps and told to step into a decorated boat fit for one. There were strings of blue and white flowers placed along the edges of the boat and inside, the soft petals cushioned your feet as you stepped in. The boat rocked and you had to keep your balance as you clutched the elder man’s hand for dear life. Some of the water splashed against your feet and into the bottom of the boat, and you feared that there was a leak somewhere.

Its fine, you repeated to yourself, over and over. A mantra to try and collect yourself. You’re doing this for your little sister, for her, for your family. Its fine.

“Sit down carefully,” the man said as he helped usher you onto the cushioned bench and let go of your hand. You sat stock still, back straight, your fingers fiddling with the edge of your gauzy coverings to occupy your swirling mind. What was going to happen to you?

Don’t worry about it, just focus on how you’re protecting your little lily, your family.

The material stretched under the stress of your nervous fingers. “I’m sorry we can’t offer you anything more,” the high official began from his spot beside the one that had guided you. He handed you a glass bottle of the same liquid you had been drinking all day. “For what it’s worth, you are far braver than anyone I have ever met.”

You stared at him blankly, you were panicking, how is that brave? You wanted nothing more than to jump out of that boat, back onto the docks, and run away. But you knew that if it wasn’t you, it would be her and that was unacceptable. “Farewell, I wish you only happiness in your next life.”

With that, they set your boat adrift, almost in perfect sync with the sun dipping under the horizon.

It was a strange sensation, an isolation you knew not many could understand. You were alone, set adrift in the sea, not knowing what would happen to you. The waves pushed your craft along, rocked it, made it creak. Luckily for you, you didn’t get seasick easily, but the constant motion was disorienting. There was nothing to do but fall deeper into your racing thoughts; wondering how you would get out of this and whether it would end with you living or dead. Maybe you’d die of thirst, cooked like a fish in a pan under the sun after a few days of only the strange milky fluid to drink. That fluid certainly didn’t help with the heat.

A strange light from the corner of your eye caught your attention and you lifted your veil to get a clearer image. You looked into the water, leaning as gently as you could to one side. The light was soft, glowing and pulsing with its glow as it drifted just within sight. One soft purple glow became two, then became a third with more pinks and yellows; more and more lights began to show up just under the surface. They moved with the current, going in the same direction as your boat, and you stared in awe at the sheer number of soft lights. They surrounded your vessel on both sides, each one seeming like its own entity.

The blue lights were the most beautiful, they were few but seemed to dance to a tune only they knew. You dipped your hand under the water’s dark surface, doing your best to try to reach one of the creatures. One hit your hand and it almost felt like nothing. It flinched, its glowing body maneuvering around your hand to continue its path. “Are these jellyfish?” You tilted your head to the side, enraptured by the phenomenon before you.

You wondered how many others had witnessed such a beautiful display, and with so many all at once. Jellyfish were not rare, many washed up on shore or got caught in fishing nets as they floated with the current, but never had you seen any that glowed. It felt like a private show, just for you.

Was the water god taking pity on you? The thought made you frown. Allowing you to see some unseen wonders of the ocean as thanks for your sacrifice? Did the beauty of these creatures really make up for what was to come? If they really were from the water god- you cut off that train of thought, unsure what to feel. There was a strange tightness to your chest that you were unfamiliar with. Bitterness maybe? Twisted reverence and self-pity melded together in an uncomfortable whirl of feelings? You clicked your tongue.

The water began to grow louder, almost restless in sound. Reluctantly you looked away from the beautiful jellyfish to search for the source of the noise. There didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary that you could see, but it felt like your boat was going faster, the water’s volume only increasing as your boat continued on. You glanced back down to the jellyfish below you and couldn’t tell if anything was wrong. They seemed to be drifting at the same speed you were. “The current must’ve picked up.”

To add to the beauty of your private show, you began to place some of the flower petals that decorated the deck of your boat on the water. Scattering them about to add another layer to the multitude below you. The blue and white petals decorated the surface and accented the glow nicely. You laid your head on the boat’s edge, relaxing as the moon shone high in the sky. The sound of the rushing waves, the motion that had nauseated you only an hour or two prior began to lull you to sleep. You continued to scatter petals as your eyes fell closed, your overheated fingers relaxing against the chill of the sea. Yes, you thought, mind caught between the waking world and the slumbering one. It’ll be fine like this. Everything will be fine.

“Lord Tobirama,” you whispered, sleepiness creeping into your voice. “Please, save my family.”

A flash of light lit up the sky, almost like a strike of lightning but without the ferocity of thunder. The waves grew larger, you clung to the edge of your wooden craft as it rocked with the aggravated water. It seemed even the jellyfish had begun to struggle, as their lights began to dim and disappear, leaving you on your own once again. “What in the,” the winds picked up and you held your hair down. Misty water began to spray everywhere, and you fell back against the deck as a particularly rough wave crashed against your boat. The raging water was deafening, the moon and stars were not enough to illuminate the now dark waters. You sat up and immediately wished you hadn’t.

A telltale swirling had begun in the waves a short distance ahead and you knew that meant certain death for you. Your panic began to rise again, your knuckles turned white as you clutched the back of the boat as if that would save you. What could save you? Was there anything? I don’t want to die, you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, the winds and water whipped your hair and made those expensive pearls fall from their delicate places. The veil was torn from your head, cold sea water crashed against your back and into your boat and filled the bottom with a layer of water, the flower petals floated up to your ankles and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Before your wooden vessel even dipped below the angry waves you were soaked to the bone. The whirlpool took hold of your barely afloat vessel and you never felt so hopeless. A deafening crack resounded and you stumbled like a newborn fawn. You opened your eyes in time to watch as your face crashed into the sea, the overwhelming current pulling you under and it felt like it was trying to pull you apart. You choked on the water, too startled to make any rational decisions. Your eyes stung, all you could see was darkness, the current kept pushing and pushing at you, you couldn’t tell which way was up and which led further into the depths. Someone help!

Something incredibly cold, colder than the water touched your outstretched arm and began to pull you through the never-ending darkness. You sputtered and coughed as you broke through the water’s surface. Your eyes stung, so you kept them closed. Your lungs, nose, and throat burned as you did your best to expel all of the salty liquid you had swallowed. Whatever had pulled you out had pulled you to a sandbar or something of the sort as you were able to stay on your knees and keep your airways above water.

Once you had finished expelling the water from your lungs, you greedily began to suck in air, as if you swallowed enough of it you’d never drown again. After a bit of calming down and realizing you were no longer on deaths door you felt alright enough to open your stinging eyes. For a while everything was blurry, no matter how many times you blinked to calm the stinging sensation it remained. Though everything was distorted, you could see that you were in a dark structure of some kind. The body of water that had been an ocean before was now a large square pool with lily pads and lotus floating atop the surface, a lily pad had even clung to your left side. The water came up to your waist while you remained on your knees.

You felt your panic begin to rise once again. How is that possible? I was just in the middle of the ocean how can I-

“You’re alive,” a deep timber. You looked up and saw the blurry outline of a tall person in front of you. Had he been there before? His feet were bare as he seemed to stand on the water’s surface like it was solid ground. All of your well-earned air felt like it was punched out of your lungs. “Good.”

From what you could make out, this man had light hair. Maybe white or silver? Your vision was still too blurry to tell. He had on some sort of long deep blue draping, a robe maybe? The pants he wore underneath the draping were dark in color, you guessed black, and the trimmings on the robe were of a silver variety. One of his large hands reached for your face, and you flinched at the chill of his touch. You closed your eyes, fear gripping your form, but all you felt was the gentle caress of his thumb across both of your eyelids. His hand pulled back as soon as he’d finished and the stinging that had plagued your vision disappeared.

When you opened your eyes again you were hesitant but felt relief at being able to see everything clearly once more. The white-haired man stood high above you his muscled arms crossed over his chest. You were right, it had been a royal blue robe, with filigree and dragons depicted in a sparkling silver thread. His skin was so pale, almost like moonshine incarnate. He had three red markings on his face, one on each cheek and one on his defined chin, each one came to a pointed tip towards the center of his face. There was a tuft of white fur spiked at the top of his collar, it matched his spiked hair.

He wore a frown on his face, seemingly greatly displeased. Under his silken robe he seemed to be wearing a tight black shirt, resembled under armor in appearance and it ended midway up his neck, covering his defined adam’s apple. “You,” he began, the baritone of his voice made your face heat and brought a shiver down your spine. The man seemed to think carefully about what he wanted to say, his arms flexed, you were entranced by the subtle rise and fall of his chest, his piercing red eyes never left your form. A sigh escaped him, you tilted your head, he began to disrobe before tossing the soft material at you. It covered your face and confused you. “Put that on and follow me.”

You frowned at the thought of ruining such nice material with your wet form. It was such a luxurious fabric; you didn’t think you’d ever felt anything like it before or would ever feel anything like it again. The more you touched it, the more you realized your dripping fingers didn’t bother the material at all. It was almost like the water didn’t exist, the material neither repelled or soaked in the water from your form so you finally gave in. It took you a minute to stand, he faced away from you as you stood, and you realized he was being polite.

The gauze-like material had soaked in a lot of water and loosely hung from your form. Your breasts were almost entirely bare, your right nipple on full display, and your sort of skirt had sagged so much your entire lower belly was exposed and displayed the fullness of your hips. You could only guess what your backside looked like and hastily wrapped the blue robe around yourself. “I—” you began, voice hoarse from the strain of swallowing and expelling sea water. “Where am I?”

The man turned his head a bit to glance at you and you assumed he deemed your appearance appropriate because he began to walk away. His feet left ripples against the water’s surface as he stepped on it like flooring; meanwhile, the water still swallowed your feet and up to your shins. He couldn’t possibly be—

“You are in my domain.”

“Your domain?”

“Yes.”

You were struggling to keep up with his pace, your body still bit wobbly from the adrenaline drain.

“I am Tobirama.”

“Tobirama!?” The Tobirama? Tobirama Senju, the water god? The one your sister had almost been sacrificed to and the one that you had been? He was real? And alive and well apparently. Without the robe, more of his physique was on display. His back was muscled, his shoulders broad but waist on the slimmer side. The shirt he wore had cut outs at his hips that exposed more of his milky skin and teased the defined bones there.

“That’s Lord Tobirama to you.”

You dropped to your knees quickly, your arms outstretched in front of you with your palms toward the heavens. You placed your forehead flat against the cold black stone at the edge of the pool, your quick action had caused the waters of the pool to begin to move again, the sash on the robe had untied itself and the cold water against your hot warm flesh startled you. “Lord Tobirama, god of water and keeper of knowledge, please send your blessed rains to my people.”

When he did not respond you decided to continue. “My family—my village, they will starve soon without them. Please show us your mercy.” Your lips trembled, your throat tightening at the thought of your family. “I know I am insignificant and unworthy but—” the high priest’s concluding line came to mind as you tried to win his favor, bring life into our plants and our soil as we bring life to you! “Please use my life to spare theirs.”

The silence weighed heavy after your pleading, and you dared not lift your head. Was he thinking? Was he angry? Had he disappeared? Your mind raced with questions, with thoughts and feared outcomes. Tears began to well up in the corners of your eyes, so you squeezed them shut. This was it, wasn’t it? You’d die by angering him, not having saved anyone in your family let alone the youngest. I’m sorry little lily, everyone.

Cold, very cold, fingers tipped your chin upward. He held your head in place to make you look up at him. His face remained neutral, which was better than you had expected. Those red eyes scanned your features, your eyes were wide and dewy. You had never expected the god of water to be so handsome, so human-like and yet still so ethereal. The fingers that held your face were so large and strong, you knew you couldn’t break away unless he allowed it. You wondered what he was looking for as his eyes scanned your own again.

Those cold hands moved and began to help you to your feet, they allowed you to lean on him a bit, your twitching fingers gripping his forearms tightly as you balanced yourself and hoped for the best all at the same time.

“I cannot alter the course of nature,” was his simple reply. So simple and yet even more crushing than the sentence that had announced your sister as a sacrifice. “I will send you back in a few days’ time, mortals cannot stay in the realm of gods for too long. You will remain here in the meantime.”

Your grip on his arms tightened. He was so close, but you felt so far removed that you didn’t notice the minute twitch of his fingers against your hands or the subtle downturn of his luscious lips as he watched your face crumble. The fact that you were stuck there hadn’t even registered until later on when he led you to the room you would occupy while there. Tobirama allowed you two rooms, one a very luxurious bedroom, decorated in dark marble walls with glowing pearl like stones for light, all material made of the same type of royal blue and silver silk as the robe he encouraged you to keep on. The room was so beautiful it made you feel out of place. There were bookshelves that adorned the walls beside the double doors; they were made of pearl with many tomes and texts, scrolls and leather-bound books, all worn and delicately placed like they’d been read and reread many times over.

The second room you were allowed was an equally exquisite bathing chamber. Again, the walls were dark marble, inlaid with pearlescent accents. The same pearl like stones glowed for light, and an empty pool similar in shape to the one you had emerged from rest at the center of the room, the edges and inside decorated with bright silver. You wondered how often humans, or even other gods, used these rooms but you didn’t voice your question. Your heart still felt heavy with the knowledge that you were of no use to your people or family.

“When I go back, will I be able to be with my family again?” The question left you before you could think about it.

The god closed his eyes and crossed his arms again, a soft sigh left him as he began to walk toward the heavy double doors that led back into the hallway. “I suggest bathing before going back to your bedchambers, that ceremonial makeup you mortals love so much has smudged everywhere from the sea water.”

His avoidance of your question irritated you.

“What use is going back then? If I can’t save them, if I can’t see them, I’d rather you have left me to die in that whirlpool.”

He paused, his back visibly straightening, before he opened the doors and left you alone in the unfamiliar room. The sound of the door closing shut behind him was loud and it brought your negative emotions to a head. You felt so helpless, so hopeless. The weight of your emotions brought you to your knees again, but you began to slam your fists against the polished floors in your anguish. What use were you? Was this situation? It hadn’t mattered that you took your sister’s place, she would still starve along with the rest of your loved ones. You hadn’t truly believed in the water god but some small voice in the back of your head had whispered the possibility of salvation, which you hadn’t realized had become a hope.

You cried your fill, cried until your eyes hurt and wailed until your throat gave out in protest. When your body wouldn’t let you cy any longer you wiped your eyes and nose and just sniffled. There was no way for you to tell how much time had passed, but a bath and sleep sounded like the best you could do at that moment. You stood and removed the robe and began to remove the loose gauze you had been wrapped in and used it to wipe off the smudges of paint that were left along your body. Across the back wall was a large mirror that you approached. Your reflection looked rough.

Your eyes were swollen from crying, the beautiful makeup was smudged, your hair was fizzled and damp with half dried sea water, the pearls and decorations that remained were strewn about in a tangled mess. A sigh left you as you began to pick out the decorations one by one and placed them on the floor beside you. When you finished you were surprised to find that the pool had filled with water without you having to do anything, but the more you thought about it the more it made sense. You were in the home of the water god after all.

After your bath, which was at best lukewarm, you replaced the blue robe and walked back to the room that you had been given. You were so tired, you decided to flop down on the plush bed. It was so soft, but so unfamiliar. What was there for you to do now? When you were expelled from the realm of the gods, where would you go? Where would you be? How did it all work? Those questions kept running through your mind until your body could no longer stay awake.

A few cycles of sleep passed by like that, you assumed they were days but you couldn’t be too sure. When you woke up there was always fresh fruit placed carefully on the bedside table for you to eat. You would partake in the familiar foods as you explored the hallways and rooms of the domain. You knew you were told to stay within those rooms but there was not much else for you to occupy your time with. Eventually you stumbled upon where Tobirama seemed to spend most of his time.

It looked to be a study, comprised of the same dark marble and pearl mixture, with a desk like structure raised from the ground for him to sit in front of. Bookshelves like the ones in your chambers lined all four walls, each organized but in a chaotic manner. The books and tomes in that room looked far more used than the ones in your own, which was quite impressive. The first time you stumbled upon him there he seemed to be studying some sort of scroll, brush in hand for note taking. Despite your anger toward him you couldn’t help but admire his appearance. Everything about him was enticing, from the elongated bridge of his nose to the way he furrowed his brow in concentration. The flexing of his shoulder blades as his arms moved and the subtle tapping of his bare foot as he worked felt more human to you than you wanted him to be.

Despite your one oversized robe he seemed to have found another to wear, this one was black with white dragons and square like patterns made of royal blue. A similar fur to the one that lined your collar lined his and you wondered if it was because he was cold. His skin had certainly felt freezing. After watching him for a while you’d move on to a different room, your second favorite one to visit. It was the room you had arrived in. The pool you had come out of laid at the center of the room, under a large skylight with columns of white marble seemingly holding the structure up. The sky that was shone was so unfamiliar that if you hadn’t known you were in another realm that would’ve told you immediately.

The sky remained dark, but a dark blue of sorts, with patterns of light that looked like water reflections being the only source of motion. The reflective patterns were very bright, and they shone down on the center of the water pool where an altar like structure sat. It was made of the same white marble as the four columns, and it had engravings along the edges of the pedestal. The only one you could make out read a sacrifice of flesh and blood and it made you wonder if this structure had been a temple at one point.

At the other end of that room, across from the altar and pool sat a throne like chair that seemed to be made of pearl. It was freezing to the touch and felt rather uncomfortable when you sat on it. The seat itself was far too large for you, you estimated two of you could sit in it with some room to spare, but you weren’t sure if it would be equally roomy for Tobirama. He was a rather tall man, with an athletic frame, but you thought he’d fit perfectly in the center with just enough space on both sides. The throne made you feel rather lonely, looking out at the empty room and still pool from that spot felt empty. You decided to sit on the altar and watch the sky from there, rather than the lonely throne.

When time kept stretching by, with only fruits, nuts, and roots to eat, and the oversized structure thoroughly explored without forcing your way into locked rooms, you began to comb through the texts in your room. Some of them you couldn’t read, written in some other language or the wording was too difficult to understand, but some were rather interesting. Most of the scrolls seemed to be religious texts, about the different gods and their regions of reign.

Like the sun god and the god of forests, Tobirama was revered as a long-standing deity. The tome you read had claimed him to be the younger brother of the god of forests. That same tome talked about other gods, one was even supposedly a descendent of Tobirama but he had been one of the punished so his name was blotted out of the text. Some of the other books talked about Madara, the sun god, and how strong he was and the many theories behind his rise while other gods like Tobirama and Hashirama, the god of forests, were left to decline. That particular part must have been outdated, as Lord Hashirama’s region and strength had seemed to quadruple in the past 30 years. Your mother had been born in that village and she had spoke about the abundance and grace of the forest god.

You paused a moment. The story your mother told said that Lord Hashirama had regained his strength after falling in love with a female human that had been given to him as a sacrifice and one of the handwritten scrolls you read had theorized that Lord Madara’s great strength came from the yearly sacrificial ritual his region practiced. “Then is Tobirama unable to change nature because he isn’t strong enough? Because there hasn’t been enough human sacrifice?”

You thought back to when you knew to be the last human sacrifice given to the water god, which was before you were born. How many years had it been? Your father had been the one to tell you about it, and about the outcry of the people afterward. Even when telling the story he seemed disgusted by what had occurred. “He was only 11? Or was father 10?” Either way it seemed there hadn’t been a sacrifice made to Tobirama in almost 50 years before you.

So what was different about you? Had you not done something important to complete the ritual to give him strength? Were you even enough? Did it have to do with your age? You couldn’t recall how old the previous sacrifice was but you thought she had been an older woman. Burning with determination and questions, you clutched the theory tightly to your chest and made your way toward the water god’s study.

You barged in, too focused on your emotions to think about the disrespect you were showing a god. He had paused his writing when you entered, his sleeve held back in one hand to prevent ink stains and brush in the other. The water god looked handsome as he always did, same black long-sleeved shirt but he wore another royal blue robe, the pattern on it was of silver water lilies and koi swimming beneath. It was beautiful, and he left the robe open for all to admire the tightness of his shirt against his skin. Tobirama looked at you calmly and waited for you to explain why you interrupted him.

“What’s wrong with me?” You blurted out, sophistication and eloquence being two words that could not be used to describe you at that moment.

“What?”

“The scroll,” you unfurled said paper and pointed it at it, approaching closer to his desk. He set his brush down and took it carefully from your grasp. “You don’t have the power to send rains or to even send me back, do you?”

He remained silent, his sharp eyes glanced up at you before his jaw clenched and he looked down at the scroll again. “You haven’t had a sacrifice in 50 years, so your strength has dwindled.”

“Wrong,” he stated calmly and set the scroll down on his desk as he crossed his arms over his chest. A habit he seemed to have. “It’s been almost 200 years.”

“What?”

He let out a sigh and looked you in the eye, a slight frown on his lips. “Gods often sleep to conserve power; I believe I have been asleep for about 200 or so years.”

“Then the previous sacrifices?”

He shook his head and his silence weighed on you. You pressed your lips together and rubbed your arm slowly. “Why did you wake up then?”

“I am unsure,” he paused and tilted his head back. “When I last went to sleep, I was certain my brother and I would sleep for the rest of eternity, but it seems there was just enough prayer to reawaken me.”

“Lord Hashirama had weakened too?”

“Yes, we believed that humans no longer needed gods so we decided it would be better to fall silent.”

“But not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lord Hashirama’s region has been flourishing for at least three decades now. I assume he’s still awake even now.”

Tobirama looked to the side as he processed that information. “Madara too,” you continued. “He receives a yearly sacrifice even now and his people call themselves the Empire of the Sun and have yet to diminish. They are currently attempting to unite the continent.”

The water god’s fists clenched and his eyes narrowed at that news. “Damn him,” he muttered under his breath. “And has my brother done anything to stop this? To stop him?”

“I don’t know, I only know about the legends.” You rubbed your sleeve covered arm a bit hard and bit your bottom lip before asking. “So what do I need to do to restore your power? Is there anything I can do? I am your sacrifice after all.”

He let out a loud huff through his nose as he closed his eyes. The water god tapped against his arm as he seemed to think on things. Your chest tightened with emotion. Could you really end up saving your family after all? Nothing would please you more, even if it was something scary like letting him devour you whole, you would do it without hesitation. Tobirama uncrossed his arms and placed them on the desk in front of him.

“There is but I’m not sure how much power I’ll be able to gain from your worship alone,” he began to move his papers and scrolls aside. “Sit here, we’ll run a test first.”

Your heartbeat picked up. A test? Would it hurt? You approached his desk anyway and nervously sat atop it, making sure to sit facing toward him. His proximity made your face heat up and he sat and observed you closely. His eyes looked you up and down, and at the height you were atop his desk you were able to make direct eye contact without looking up at him. He placed his hands at your hips and leaned forward. His breath fanned your lips as your skin began to flush. “Are you willing?”

“Yes,” you whispered, enchanted by his voice and proximity. “I’ll do anything.”

“Then let’s begin the test,” was his only warning before his large hands gripped your hips and his mouth pressed to yours. His lips were cold, so very cold, and the same could be said for his hands. His low temperature permeated the silk of the robe and made your skin prickle. You wanted to try to warm him up.

Anxiety rushed through you as you felt his cold tongue press against your lips. What did that mean? You had never kissed anyone before, but his cold touch made your body heat up. Without much thought you wrapped your arms around his neck and unconsciously pulled him in closer. His tongue pressed harder against your lips and it forced your them to part. So cold, an appendage that was typically warm was practically an ice block in your mouth and you shivered.

He groaned as he pulled back, you were out of breath, an embarrassment unlike any other filling your chest. Did he pull away because you were bad? Did you fail the test? Were you not enough? You almost whimpered at the thought, your body continued to shiver.

“Are you,” he seemed to shiver too. “Are you still untouched?”

Heat rose, you could feel it span your entire face and the top of your chest as you nodded in embarrassment. “Yes,” you whispered, nervous. “Is that going to be an issue?”

“No,” he said quickly, his voice having taken on a deeper tone. “Are you cold?”

“You seem colder than me, your skin is ice.”

He smirked a bit and moved back before standing. “Stay there, I’ll be back shortly.”

Tobirama hadn’t lied, he had come back rather quickly, but with a black flask in hand. He sat back down easily and handed you the container gently. “Drink all of this and then we can continue.” Your body thrummed at the idea of continuing, so you did your best to chug whatever it was in the flask. It was viscous, and if you could see the color you knew it would be the same as the strange fluid the priests made you drink before the ceremony. Immediately your body warmed, and you shook from the contrast in temperatures. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice made your toes curl. “Now lean back and sit still.”

You did as you were told and almost gasped as you watched his deft fingers begin to untie the sash for the robe. “Wait, I’m not—”

“This is a part of the test,” he began. His cold fingers pressed against the naked flesh of your abdomen as he pushed the robe open. You felt hypersensitive, that light touch alone was almost enough to make you moan. “Stay still, and quiet, and then we can move on to the real ritual.”

“S-So, am I enough?”

“Possibly,” he muttered as he lightly caressed his hands up the sides of your form and stopped at your breasts. His cold temperature in contrast with your warmer one caused your nipples to harden; you pressed your thighs together as you watched his pupils dilate at the sight of your naked breasts. The light-haired man’s fingers twitched, and he ran them lightly along your breasts toward your pebbled flesh. Your eyes closed in embarrassment and a whine attempted to leave your throat. He paused, his eyes looking back at your face before landing on his forgotten calligraphy brush. “We’ll have to see how this works out won’t we? Little mortal, spread your legs for me so we can begin.”

You swallowed the noise that had threatened to leave your throat as you nodded. You opened your legs slowly, embarrassed by your nakedness and the obvious wetness that had begun to spill from you. If you could’ve, you would’ve brought your hands down immediately to cover yourself, but that would be disobedient. There was an unnerving feeling of obligation, both to stay obedient to him as your god and to hear him praise you more. The tip of his brush hit your collarbone and swirled down toward your chest, and you jumped at the sensation. He clicked his tongue, “Behave, little girl. Stay still and quiet.”

 The brush followed back up the trail, leaving black ink along in its wake. The water god brought the brush back down a similar path, but this time he brought it all the way down to your nipple. You wanted to cry out, the tickling sensation circling against your hardened peak went straight to your core and you could feel your clit twitch. He continued to circle it, over and over, your breathing picked up. Surely that was allowed, right? Tobirama brought the tip of the brush down from there and trailed it along the underside of your breast down to your lower belly.

Unintentionally, your stomach flinched at the cold brush. He clicked his tongue again and brought his sharp eyes up to your face. “I’m sorry, my Lord I didn’t—” he shushed you, cutting your apology short.

“Remember to be quiet,” he told you, his other hand creeping up to your mouth. None too gently, he placed his index and middle finger into your waiting lips and his jaw tightened as you began to suckle on them instinctively. “There’s an obedient sacrifice.” You whimpered at his words, and he pressed his fingers deeper into your mouth, back toward your throat. “Do my words affect you that much?”

His eyes trailed down to the heated area between your legs and he tsked again, his tone sounded smug. “You’re so wet, from what? A kiss and some light caresses? Are you so innocent that even this little is too much?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, you could feel your clit twitch under his gaze, he let out a breathless chuckle. The brush began to move along your lower belly, right above your womb he swirled the ink in a cyclical pattern. Once satisfied, he trailed it back upward toward your neglected breast and paid extra attention to the nipple once again. By that point you couldn’t help it, you sucked on his fingers as hard as you could, but a whimper still left you. Tobirama kept up his swirling, you were so sensitive, your lower body unconsciously pushed forward as you felt your clit throb hard. “Mmm!”

It felt weird, you had never felt anything like that before. Your entire body twitched, and your toes curled, you felt a rush of wetness start to leak onto his desk. The building in your lower belly had relaxed but your sensitivity only increased as he continued to tease your nipple with his brush. When you opened your eyes again there was a definitive redness to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, his eyes were entirely focused on your throbbing sex and his breath was noticeably labored.

“So disobedient.” The feeling in your chest tightened, your high cut short. You disappointed him? His voice had kept its husky tone. The brush left your body entirely and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. “You couldn’t keep still or quiet,” he began to trail the brush down your abdomen once more, a swirling pattern that laid right over your womb once more and used your heightened sensitivity against you. Your sex ached, virginal channel twitching in anticipation of something you knew little about. “Those who misbehave must receive punishment.”

The brush trailed down further; the ink covered bristles marking your pelvis before drawing over your mound. “I’ll give you one more chance to behave. If you remain quiet and still, I’ll let you cum again,” his sharp red eyes, pupils all but swallowing the irises, stared into the depths of yours. You nodded your assent, and he kept the eye contact as the brush moved to your folds.

He watched you like a hawk, looking for every minute twitch and flinch, as he began to circle your labia before moving the brush toward your dripping flesh. It was incredibly difficult not to whine as the brush head grazed over your weeping entrance. Tobirama’s jaw clenched and unclenched as he started his assault on your neglected bud. You bit your bottom lip to keep from whining, the pressure was too light. The water god’s eyes narrowed as he seemed to read your mind and pressed the brush harder, moving it up and down in a lapping like motion.

You wanted to close your eyes but his own were too intense, too enticing, you couldn’t look away. “You’re trying so hard to please me,” he taunted, a tight smirk on his perfect lips. “Can you feel it? Every time I speak to you, your hole twitches.” He brought the brush down to circle your clenching entrance to emphasize his point. “Does my voice make you ache?”

A whimper almost escaped you.

“So wet and warm,” he turned the brush over and began to prod at you with the rounded end. “Little girl, this lewd thing,” his cold hands cupped your sex and you let out a quiet groan, your eyes moving skyward. “Such a salacious reaction is unbecoming of a virgin.”

The water god removed his palm and brush and brought them up to his face. “Look here,” he commanded, and you obeyed. His palm glistened with your slick and the calligraphy brush was soaked through, your fluids mixed with the black ink and dripped down his cleaner palm. “You’ve ruined my favorite brush, and my palm is soaked despite barely making contact. So obscene,” he brought his palm to his mouth and lapped at his palm, a visible shiver rattling him at the taste of you. His red eyes remained focused on your own as he cleaned his palm. “What is a god to do with a sacrifice like you?”

You were at your wits end; you couldn’t sit still or remain quiet anymore. It was too much, you were sweating from both heat and effort, your sex throbbed and ached unlike anything you’d ever felt before, your breasts were tender and felt heavy under the knowledge that he could be holding them instead. Even your fingers itched to hold onto him somehow, to tear away at his arrogance and get at the flesh beneath that cloth. A whine that felt closer to a sob bubbled in your chest and threatened to escape your lips.

“You did very well that time,” the god told you, almost affectionately. “Shall I reward you now?”

“Yes,” you cried, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Please, my lord, I can’t—”

“Enough,” he hushed you. The white-haired man stood and placed one of his large hands on the small of your back and the other approached your heated sex again. You unconsciously pushed your hips forward towards his hand and he allowed his palm to make contact again. This time, however, he pressed the heel of his palm against your aching bud and ground down on it. “Cry out to your heart’s content.”

A loud moan escaped you and you threw your head back. Your reached forward and grabbed at his thick wrist to hold his palm in place as you sloppily rode it. Using his hand on the small of your back, he brought you closer to him and pressed his cold lips to yours. The kiss was sloppy, you were fueled purely on instinct. He seemed unbothered by your lack of experience, and he used his tongue and lips to guide yours. When you were right at the precipice from your rough grinding he pulled his palm back and swallowed your cries of protest.

Tobirama did not leave you waiting for long, his cold fingers returned, and he prodded one at your entrance. You were so wet that he penetrated you easily. It felt like the air had been sucked out of your lungs, you pulled away from the kiss to gasp as your body tried to register the foreign feeling. He pushed his finger in deeper and you felt your walls squeeze around it. “Nngh,” you groaned. The cold of his finger contrasted so starkly with the heat of your insides. He began to pump his finger, in and out, and the friction felt so good. “Mmm.”

“You’re gripping my finger so tightly,” he pressed a kiss to your exposed collarbone. “Spread your legs more, I’ll be adding another finger shortly.”

You nodded dumbly, your mind and body reeling from the pace he had set. His thumb reached up to circle your clit as he added a second finger. You were thankful for it, as the second finger made the stretch a bit more uncomfortable, but you were able to experience the same amount of pleasure thanks to his thumb. The noises that came from your body were sloppy and wet. The faster he went the more your juices sloshed and dripped, the louder your moans became. “Such filthy sounds you’re making. So depraved, like a whore.”

“N-No,” you whimpered. “I’m not—”

“Your pretty hole would beg to differ. Now that it’s felt my touch, its begging for more. Shall I add another finger?”

The tip of his ring finger began to press inside, and you shuddered, almost drooling. It felt like too much, you had never had anything or anyone inside of you before. His third, thick and equally cold, finger slid inside and the stretch burned. You grunted, feeling like you’d been punched in the gut and the water god began to scissor your insides. “This is all in preparation for the sacrificial ritual.”

“Ritual,” you panted.

This isn’t the ritual?

He hum in concentration, his digits began to thrust in and out, then stretch, then in and out again at a brutal pace. Tobirama removed the hand that had been holding the small of your back and used it to undo his robe’s sash. The silken material slid open easily and with that same free hand he began to palm at the oversized tent in his trousers. You almost balked as he began to pull his clothing down to reveal the agitated flesh, he groaned loudly at being free of the confines.

Tobirama was long, exceedingly long, and generously thick with a purpled tip leaking with copious amounts of precum. He was so hard, and you almost burst when you realized that you were the reason he was throbbing. Your eyes were entranced as he began to pump himself slowly, your hips bucking to meet his fingers with more vigor. His thumb flicked your clit and all you could think about was trying to fit that beast inside of you. “Lord Tobirama,” you cried out. “I feel nnn- weird. S-Something’s coming!”

“Then cum, clench around my fingers and cry out for me.”

“Mmm, my lord,” you whined pathetically, your eyes squeezed shut and you bit into your bottom lip. He kept pumping you with his fingers, his thumb baring down on your clit with almost a painful amount of pressure. His continued work heightened your orgasm and elongated it. Soon his fingers, his thumb in particular, became too much and you began to squirm in overstimulation.

“The ritual,” he grunted, the sounds of his hand working his cock melding with the sounds of your wet sex. “Mortal worship is what gives us strength. And what greater form of praise is there than sex.”

“Please, your fingers, it’s too much,” more whining, you sounded a bit hoarse, but your body couldn’t take much more.

“So, we are yet to be finished.” The water god finally stilled his fingers and removed them with a loud shlop sound.

You nodded, eyes soaking in and memorizing the image of a partially clothed water god, pumping his rigid manhood with his hand that had just been removed from your body. His cheeks were tinged pink, his ears had a dusting of the same shade, his intimidating and crisp appearance disheveled because of you. Slowly you slid off from his desk, your bum hitting the cold floor roughly. He watched you, his haughty demeanor returning as you sat on your knees before him.

He stopped pumping and angled his erection toward your closed lips. Tentatively, you licked it. You had no idea what you were doing but you wanted to please, to worship him as he said. “Good girl,” Tobirama praised as he placed his hand, the one wet with his own precum, in your hair and pulled you flush against his aching need. “Open your mouth.”

Almost as soon as you opened your mouth, he placed his throbbing tip inside. You wrapped your lips around it and closed your eyes. How was even this part of him so cold? He pushed his hips forward and you had to open your jaw further to fit him. The taste of him was tangier than you expected, but that also could’ve been the taste of your lingering juices. He moved his fist, at the base of his shaft, together with your slight head bobs.

The sounds he made were divine; low grunts and moans, a rumbling in his chest when you scraped him with your teeth, his labored breathing grew louder and louder with each passing movement. Your jaw ached but you loved the feeling of his throbbing flesh in your mouth. The longer you sucked the more of him you tried to swallow. Eventually he reached so far back that he hit the back of your throat. Tears were welling in your eyes at the effort and saliva leaked from all parts of your mouth. You began to grunt and whine along with him, fresh arousal dripped from you onto the floor.

With one final thrust of your head to his pelvis, he throbbed and groaned loudly as he spurt cold spend down your throat. You wanted to taste it, but your tongue had already numbed from the temperature of his cock. He removed himself slowly, a small trail of semen and throat mucus following behind. When he was fully out of your mouth you rubbed your throat. It felt abused but in a way you never expected to enjoy, you happily swallowed the gunk that remained on your tongue and didn’t need to be told to lick him clean. He was still rock hard and you pressed your thighs together at the sight.

He reached down and helped you to your feet. Tobirama fully removed his robe and you pushed off the one that had loosely remained on your arms. The god adjusted his trousers and you frowned in confusion as he tucked himself away again. He still removed his tight shirt, revealing a haven of well sculpted flesh to your greedy eyes, which gave you pause. “We will continue in the altar room.”

“Oh.”

“Do you know where that is?”

You nodded.

“Then go, I will meet you there. I have something else to prepare.”

Again, you nodded, throat still sore, and began to walk toward your second favorite place to be. During your walk there you had begun to feel cold, and you wondered if it was because of the cum you swallowed. You could almost feel it as it sat in your belly like ice and froze your core, but you couldn’t help the tingle of need that pulsed at your entrance at the thought. You wrapped your arms around your middle to conserve heat.

You waded through the pool as you went to sit on the altar to wait for him. As horny as you still were, you were thankful for the reprieve. It allowed your overtaxed body a break and your lust addled mind some clarity. Though with the clarity came the anxiety of being deflowered by the same flesh that had deliciously tortured your throat. A shiver crawled up your spine, both from the cold and at the thought of how ruined you would be afterward. Tobirama was going to split you in half, he’d probably reach well into your guts if he bottomed out inside of you.

The water god appeared in the hallway; he was still shirtless with two flasks in his large hands. One flask looked the same as the one from before, black, but the other had a dual blue and purple hue that attracted your attention. You stared at the flex of his muscles as he walked, his hair looked like he had run his hands through it a few times, but he approached you with purpose. His feet glided over the water like it had when you first saw him. He narrowed his eyes at your hunched form. “Are you alright?”

You nodded and muttered, “Just cold.”

He handed you the black flask again and you began to drink it before he told you to. The fluid slid down your throat like slime, but it warmed its way down and seemed to overtake the cold that had seeped its way through you. The mixture of the viscous drink and Tobirama’s essence seemed to unsettle your stomach a bit but it wasn’t anything to worry about. Those sharp red eyes watched you carefully as he leaned in closer. “Is that better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Are you still willing?” That question surprised you. Would you have been sitting there still naked if you weren’t? Or even drank more of that strange fluid? You appreciated the sentiment though.

“Of course.”

“Good, then move over for a moment.”

“Whah?” He nudged you aside before he sat himself down in the center of the altar. The pale god sat and began to slide his trousers down just enough to expose his half-hard member and the swollen balls below it. Tobirama opened the blue and purple flask before beckoning you to straddle him. You were up on your knees with your hands clutching his shoulders. It was a position you had not been expecting, though you weren’t really aware of what positions where normally used in this sort of situation.

The white-haired man leaned forward and began to lap at your neck, both hands moving to cup your cold breasts. He pressed them together before rolling and squeezing them. You moaned softly when his cold thumbs began to rub your nipples. His lapping turned into opened mouth kisses as he made his way down your unpainted collarbone and to your breast, where he had conveniently, rubbed the ink off of your skin. That cold appendage left a wet trail from the top of your left breast to the underside before he enveloped a nipple and vigorously sucked. A higher pitched moan escaped you and you tightened your grip on his shoulders.

Before he switched to the right breast, he poured some of the liquid from the blue and purple flask into his hand and rubbed the fluid against your sex. He nipped at the pebbled bud in his mouth and smeared the fluid into your soft tissue thoroughly. With a breathy groan you bucked into his hand. The water god poured more into his palm and made sure to coat his fingers before pushing them into you. You leaned back on your haunches a bit, giving him better access to your insides, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that the fluid was warming up the more he worked it in.

“Mmm,” you bit your lip and glanced at his cock. It had risen back to hardness and your inner walls clenched at the thought.

Tobirama chuckled breathlessly, “That eager to be stuffed full of me, hm?”

He removed his fingers from your entrance, and you whined. His cock visibly throbbed at the sound. The water god poured more of the fluid into his hand and began to rub it along his member. The substance was also a bit viscous but lighter in color than the one you’d been drinking. “Get back into the previous position, little girl. I’m about to split you open.”

Swallowing nervously, you straddled him again, and your grip on his shoulders had your knuckles turning white. With his none lubricated hand placed on your hip, and his other keeping his length in position, he began to slowly bring your down onto him. The blunt tip felt good as he rubbed it against your entrance and clit, it had relaxed you enough for you to try to sink down on it.

The tip felt impossibly wide as it popped inside. “Relax, if you tense up it’ll make things more difficult.”

Relax, you told yourself. Easier said than done. You closed your eyes and sunk down further. The stretch burned and you bit your bottom lip. Only when you pressed down a little more did Tobirama let out a groan of pleasure. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Just like that. Good girl.”

The praise made you want to try harder, so you took more of him in at once than you should’ve. It knocked the wind out of you, his blunt head hit against the spongey part in your walls that made your toes curl. He panted and removed his hand, no longer needing it to hold himself in place, instead he placed it on your other hip to try to ease your burden. Your hands shook, it was painful but pleasurable all at once, the feeling was almost too much. “Halfway there.”

Only halfway? You whined again as you tried to take in more of him; the whine only grew in volume as he rubbed against the most sensitive parts of your inner walls. His eyes were narrowed in on where your bodies connected, the sharp red was filled with undeniable desire as he watched your being swallow him. “Look at how well you’re taking me.”

“Lord Tobirama,” you groaned as you sunk down further. Your entire body flinched when he hit against a part of you that felt wrong. “Nn, I can’t take in anymore.”

“You were being such a good girl. There’s no need to worry, only a bit more to go.”

“I can’t. I—” you cut yourself off as you attempted to do as asked but felt that same intensity. You shook your head. Before you had fully adjusted to the fullness, Tobirama began to raise you up and down along his length. It felt like heaven and hell in one place. Every time his blunt head hit against that spot it tried to push a little harder against it. Your legs trembled, your brain too pleasure fogged to try and ride him. When he started to thrust up as he brought you down, you swore.

“You don’t ever want me to leave this hole do you? You’re sucking me in, trying to take me in deeper despite saying that you couldn’t. But look,” he grunted with exertion, and you felt a telltale pop as he pushed past the barrier. It hurt, it felt wonderful, it was too much. Your body began to spasm and your vision blurred. The highest pitched noise you’d ever made escaped your lungs and you clawed at his back, leaning forward against his chest to try to gain some relief from the feeling. Tobirama shivered against you.

His grip on your hips was bruising as he continued to bring you up and down, sinking deeper then he ever should’ve. You were a mess, tears welled in the corners of your eyes and you felt stupid. All you could do was moan and whine like a bitch in heat. “If I cum inside we’ll be tied forever, do you want that?”

You nodded, the pressure in your lower belly about to burst. 

“I’ll sow my seed inside you,” he panted, his thrusts and pulls increasing in speed. You bounced up and down on his lap at an erratic pace. Tobirama continued to ramble. “You’ll take every last drop. The thought of you with milk swollen breasts and a round belly is enough to drive me insane. You’re my precious little broodmare. Fuck!” His curse was punctuated by a particularly hard thrust, one that smashed your clit down onto his pelvic bone and caused you to reach your peak. You felt a rush of fluid leave you and you whimpered as oversensitivity set in almost immediately.

“Such a good—” he thrust two more times and gasped as he reached his own end. There was a distinctive rush of cold as he came inside you. It felt like a lot. You bit your bottom lip and pressed your forehead into his shoulder as he relaxed his grip on your hips. The two of you remained like that for a while, basking in the post orgasm bliss. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead gently.

Exhaustion began to swallow your form but before you could completely give in he spun you around to face the throne. He remained inside of you, his member twitching and spunk leaking from you and dripping down his sack. You whimpered when he leaned your back against his chest and angled your body so that you could watch your combined fluids run down his darkened flesh. “We’re not finished,” he supplied before he gripped your hips once more with just as much force.

Tobirama bounced you like you weighed nothing, the new angle giving you a clear view of the indentation he was making inside of you. You placed your hands over it and felt him practically pulse both inside and in your hands. Your mouth dropped open. As he worked you open, again and again, more of his cold sperm fell out of your center and stained his skin and the marbled stone. “Look at what you’re wasting,” he grunted, one of his hands crept down to tease your oversensitive nub and cause you to flinch with every motion of his fingers. “I’ll have to use something to plug you when we’re done. You don’t want to waste anymore, do you?”

Drool began to drip down the sides of your open mouth as you threw your head back against his shoulder, your hands rubbed against your own skin as they pressed back against him. It made you feel him harder; it made him rub you more. Your entire being felt like it would explode, your brain too stimulated to comprehend his question. “Ffffn,” you felt like your brain had gone numb. “Haaa, ahn.”

“Hm?” He brought his hand away from your abused nub and up to grip your chin. The water god turned your face toward him and his slick covered thumb swept across your exposed tongue and abused lips. “Have I fucked you stupid?”

He pressed his thumb down on your tongue so that you couldn’t speak. You tasted the mixture of his and your own cum on his precious thumb and you felt that same gush of fluid leave you. Your entire being thrummed, your heart felt like it might explode, you wanted to thrash and to move away from him to lessen the intensity, but you couldn’t. His grip was too strong and all you could do was cry and whimper as you came again almost immediately after from his continued thrusts and blunt cock head against the very back of your womb. “My dumb little sacrifice,” he groaned. “A perfect little child maker. Spray me one more time, worship me with you entire being.”

His fingers left your mouth and he readjusted you to bend forward in his lap. The tears that had formed began to stream down your face as you shook your head. How could you explode again? Your essence had already sprung from you like a fountain; you couldn’t possibly do it again. Tobirama held you in place by your wrists, keeping you bent over and facing away. Noises you had never made before fell from your throat and squelched from your sex. You heard him grunt in effort and felt the weight of his sack hit against your angry clit once before you convulsed and sprayed again. “Mmm, good girl.”

You felt his cold semen as it burst inside of you once more. It collected in your womb like a pool and furthered your convulsions. He brought you back to his lap and rubbed your aching arms as you continued to shake, and he continued to cum inside of you. Despite the copious amounts of sweat and other fluids caked to both your skin and his all you could feel was the weight of his sperm inside of you and the cold it gave off. “Very good girl,” he muttered against your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

After an unknown amount of time you finally stopped whimpering and shaking, and your tears seemed to dry up. You were parched and sore but you managed to place your hands against the arms that held you once you felt a bit more grounded. You cleared your throat in attempts to get your mind off of the cold that permeated through you and the nervousness that his still rigid member, which remained in your depths, brought forth. “Did that give you enough power to save the village?” Your voice was so hoarse, so overused and abused, but the worst part was the obvious exhaustion.

The effort it took to stay awake to wait for his answer became too great and your eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. Your brain, exceedingly thankful for the much-needed break, turned off almost instantly and you slumped completely in his arms. The rumble of his chest as he began to answer was all you were able to register before total exhaustion embraced you.

“Little mortal,” he began. “There is much more worship to be had.”

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Hashirama||Madara

Season 2

#gods and mortals au #tribute to the gods au #naruto series #mortyvongola2 0 sacrificed series #mortyvongola2 fic #mortyvongola2 fanfic #naruto fanfiction #tobirama senju #tobirama simp #tobirama smut #tobirama #Tobirama Senju smut #fic art #god Tobirama #tobirailme #tobirama x reader #tobirama x y/n #reader insert #tobirama x you

[yowyowyaoi]

*Madara and Hashirama, taking their little brothers trick or treating*

Madara: God, what a pain in the ass …

Izuna, dressed as a princess: Quiet, big brother. You know Father said you had to do this.

Madara: I’m honestly surprised thats he let you out of the house wearing that …

Hashirama: I think he looks great! Doesn’t he, Tobirama?

Tobirama, dressed as a ghost: *mumbles something that sounds like “Yeah sure.”*

*the two younger ones go up to a house with a group of other kids, leaving Madara and Hashirama on the sidewalk*

Hashirama: Gotta say, Mads, for someone who claims to hate Halloween so much, you put on a great costume!

Madara: *looks down at himself; he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt that has a half dozen mini cereal boxes glued to it, with plastic knives sticking out of them. red paint is streaked across the shirt like splatters of blood, and across the top is written “Cereal Killer”*

Madara: Better than yours, anyway. What are you supposed to be? A giant turd?

Hashirama: No, you asshole! I’m a tree!

*the younger ones come back to them and they start walking to another house*

Madara: I guess lack of creativity runs in the Senju family, eh? This fool here just threw a white sheet over his head. 

Hashirama: Tobi doesn’t care about costumes or trick or treating … He just wanted to see Izuuuuna. *clasps his hands together and puckers his lips, making exaggerated kissing sounds* Isn’t that right, Tobi?

Tobirama, blushing beneath the sheet: Shut up, Hashi.

Hashirama, to Madara: All night long, it’s “Izuna is coming, right? What do you think Izuna will be wearing? Can you ask Madara what Izuna’s favorite candy is, so I can save all of the ones I get for him?”

Madara, laughing obnoxiously: S-stop Hashi! I’m gonna piss myself! And anyway you’re probably about to make the kid cry!

Hashirama: What? He knows I’m teasing him! Right, little brother?!

Hashirama: *goes to hug Tobirama, but when his arms close around him, Tobirama seems to disintegrate into a puddle and disappear into the ground*

Madara, startled: What the fuck?!

Hashirama, panicking: Oh my god oh my god! What —

*Izuna suddenly disappears in front of their eyes*

Madara: HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL?! What kind of voodoo is your brother working?!

Hashirama, in tears: I don’t know but we have to find them or our parents will kill us! 

Hashirama, running down the street yelling: Tobi!! Izuna!!!

Madara: Oi, wait for me!! *runs after him*

*when they’re gone, Tobirama and Izuna emerge from behind a tree, unscathed*

Izuna: Tobi … that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen! What do you call that jutsu?!

Tobirama: I call it, “Scaring our jerk big brothers shitless no-jutsu.”

Izuna: Well, I love it! *timidly reaches out his hand* Want to finish trick or treating until they figure it out? I bet we can hit up the whole town before they find us!

Tobirama: *blushes and takes Izuna’s hand* Absolutely.

#tobiizu #tobirama x izuna #the uchiha family #the senju family #halloween #halloween 2023 #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #tobirama senju #izuna uchiha #young love #trick or treat #🥹 #I would tag this as hashimada but this ain’t about them 🤷🏽‍♀️

[iambilliejeanok]

Hcs of what would happen if you accidentally farted on your Naruto dude during sex, please! :) Because I want to make everyone feel awkward.

Specific Naruto guys: Madara, Tobirama, Izuna, Sasuke and Itachi

Warnings: 18+, nsfw mentions pls, lots of farts it might get a little stinky

Madara

Madara is absolutely shocked. He just hasn’t formulated a way out of a situation like this yet. If you focus too much on the fact that you farted he’s also just gonna stop and look at you…And you two will just be there like

Your vagina does make those farty sounds when you two are at it sometimes, so if you play it cool he will definitely tell himself it was one of those instead.

If your fart was stinky mate…he will hold his breath for as long as he needs to and keep on doing what he’s doing. “Wow, you’re really losing control huh?”, he will tease and make you laugh involuntarily, laughing with you before diving in for a kiss.

“Don’t make me fuck the fart out of you”, he teases whenever he playfully threatens to put you in place. “Madara!”, you whine, “It was an accident okay!!”, you try to defend yourself. “An accident that I can and will make happen again so stop playing with me”, he laughs, holding his tummy at the sight of your embarrassed expression.

Itachi

“Stinky”, he teases before he places a kiss on your forehead and continues with whatever he’s doing.

He’s loves how normal you can be sometimes, and will try his best to not make you feel awkward about normal things like that.

He doesn’t pay too much mind to whether it smells or not. Even if it really wreaks, he will hide away any facial expression from you. He farts around you all the time anyway to it would be really unfair for him to make a big deal out of it.

He might actually fart too to try and level things out. He’s a strategist after all.

Tobirama

He might secretly have a bit of a fart kink….Yes. You fart in your sleep now and then and he just buries himself under the covers to get some good whiffs alright. Yeah. Especially the warm and wet farts those ones are his favorite.

If you fart during sex he becomes really awkward. Not because you farted but because he’s worried you might figure out that he’s trying to sniff it. You notice how weird he’s being and immediately apologize. “I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to do that”, you softly say, “oh, uhm *clears throat* don’t worry it’s really okay” he quickly responds. Making you doubt if it really is… whole time he’s really into it.

Fart while he’s eating you out and he’s coming for that impatient hole next, shoving his tongue inside of it immediately!!! He just needs to taste it and it breathe it all in. Yes. He just

Sasuke

That shits over faster than you can apologize. You just killed the vibes real bad y/n. How dare you. If it’s a stinky fart he will literally turn you over and spank you ON SIGHT.

He will come back and finish where he left off once he’s done throwing his little tantrum. At that point you’re also a bit turned off but he will force them orgasms out of you stop playing.

But if he’s seriously punishing you, you might need to consider farting, it could possibly free you from whatever torture he’s putting you through. Use your fart like a weapon y/n. It could help you more than you know.

#naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #naruto smut #madara x y/n #madara imagines #madara headcanons #madara smut #madara x reader #tobirama x reader #tobirama headcanons #tobirama smut #tobirama imagines #uchiha itachi x reader #itachi imagines #itachi smut #itachi scenarios #itachi headcanons #sasuke headcanons #sasuke imagines #sasuke smut #sasuke x reader #sasuke x y/n #naruto scenarios

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Valentinsday date with the boys|Naruto fandom|Hcs

Im not too proud of it, so if you have any tips to improve my writing, please let me know .Want a girls' version or other characters or fandoms? Requests are open .

Narutomasterlist

Warning: none

Characters: kakashi , madara , hashirama , tobirama , itachi

Kakashi

So kakashi will take you out for dinner (ofc)

Count receiving your favorite flowers in

But it doesnt end there , when you finish eating he will take you to a nice lake that also gives perfect view to the sunset

If you want he will bathe with you in it and play waterfight with you

If not you both just chill around there with kakashi holding you close to him and compliments fir you will leave his mouth occasionsally.

"Its so beautiful here, kashi" you whisper while his thumb rubs circles on your hand . kakashi smiles ,his mask off and holds you closer. He looks down at you and a sigh escapes his lips. "But it cant compare to how beautiful you look" he whispers back . You chuckle a little and kakashi chuckles too. His other hand on your side moves slightly and you flinch(?) A bit . "Ticklish , are we?" Kakashi teases before going over to attack your sides more. The hand that once rested on yours is now tickling your other side. You laugh uncontrollably , tears of laughter in your eyes.

Oh and dont think it ends there .

When you get home late at night a clone has already prepared a rosepetal bath for you .

He will join you happily if you ask him to but if not he will stay outsude and massage your shoulders and wash your hair.

Madara

Oh he is taking you to the fanciest places and spoiling you rotten with expensive gifts.

In return? Madara honestly only wants your smile and love.

Madara is a softie for you so prepare to see him at his sweetest (and flirtiest) this day

But after visiting the fancy Restaurant and going shopping in expensive stores . When you both are in private now prepare to be cuddled and watch movies.

His work? He doesnt care , slacking off once wont hurt and youre way more important anyways.

If literally anyone disturbs you on this day madara is almost gonna jump on them.

Cant they see that he is spending valentines day with you? How disrespectful

So i mentioned movies . Even tho its valentines day madara wont watch those cheesy romance movies. He is fine with any movie but dont torture him with those.

If you decide to watch such movie anyways madara will not give any bit of attention to the move . In case he gets really bored he might even tickle you into changing the movie . But other than that he might just entertain himself with playing with your fingers or reading a book just so he doesnt have to see it. (Jeez madara we get it you hate cheesy romance stuff)

Actually now thinking of it , i think madara might like the hobbit and lotr (idk seems like he might like those)

Hashirama

I can see him wanting to take you for a picnic as a valentines day

Hashirama spoils you yes but other than madara he doesnt think valentines needs expensive stuff to be enjoyable .

He is simply a man with the spirit of a child inside. So yes this day will mostly be him having random ideas and you going with it or warching that he wont hurt himself trying to pick apples from that tree

But once you both get home tired he is always over you . Please just cuddle him , he doesnt need more on valentines day than your love.

Movienight? Sure . Other than madara he will watch those cheese romance movies but he wont watch those extreme horrormovies .

But if you put on a horrormovie , well , hashirama will be clinging onto you whenever he senses something bad happens .

(He will cry if the dog dies)

Tobirama

He took the day off work for you (like hashirana and madara)

He takes you to the Restaurant you had your first date in (even if its ichikarus ramen) and maybe take a nice stroll through the city with you , if you want it .

But other than that i see tobirama more staying at home and spoiling you there.

So much love and attention from him and all he wants is to prove that he loves you and he wants to see you happy .

Well now for a bit evil reader.... he is ticklish ,very ticklish and since he doesnt have work ,there is no valid excuse to stop you from attacking him. Do it.

The stoic tobirama will be on the floor crying-laughing and begging you to stop.

His laughter is the sweetest thing you will ever hear ngl .

Prepare for a random revenge tho . Youre trying to get a class from a cabinet? Too bad tobirama will be getting his revenge from earlier .

Other than hashirama and madara he honestly gives no fuck what movie you both watch as long as you're cuddled up in his arms

Itachi

Valetines is soent at home ,in private . Hes bringing you breakfast in bed and all the other things you want

If you want to eat in a resturant he wont say no but in all honesty why would you want that? Itachi cooks better than them.

Speaking of wich

Cooking together

Cake? Normal food? Or burning the kitchen down? Doesnt matter for him as long as youre there with him.

Itachi gets so playful while cooking or baking with you

Valetines day for itachi is something private and intimidate . He likes to soent it at home and just shower you in love while cuddling you .

Oh, and dont forget to praise him for his cooking . He will melt for ya (it's canon for me that itachi is a sucker for praises)

#anime naruto #x reader #naruto #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x reader #madara #kakashi hatake #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #madara uchiha #reader x tobirama #tobirama senju x reader #tobirama #tobirama x reader #hashirama senju x reader #hatake x reader #senju #reader x senju #senju x reader #founders x reader #founderstrio #hashirama senju #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x reader #itachi #itachi uchiha

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── 🩵 ⋆ pet names they are likely to use ⋆ 🩵 ──

characters of; naruto, jujutsu kaisen, record of ragnarok, one piece live action ⋆ fluff but mostly nsfw content – drabble about pet names they are likely to use in and outside the bed, how they will praise you/give compliments – maybe a bit uncanon ⋆ enjoy! ⋆ masterlist.

◇ praising

likely to use pet names for giving praises to you whenever you do a good job in general, and especially in intimate moments. they would like to remind you how good you are at what you are trying – or simply doing, even showing a soft smile or proud smirk, nodding, and giving a reward to you in return. you listen to them? you do what they say? you show how strong, determined, and magnificent you can be? they give praises to you all the time and oh, when you’re on top of them, under them, in front of them, doesn’t matter, they always give compliments and couragements about how well you’re doing, giving them what they want every time. you make them lose their minds, that’s why, they only can say, “yes, good girl –“, “my good girl!”, “sweetie –“, “yes, you’re doing so good. exactly the way I want the most – I need the most,”, “you like being my cute pleaser, don’t you? and oh, fuuck – how you’re good at it doll!”, “yeah, that’s my girl.” 

▸ naruto: OBITO, KAKASHI, tobirama – jjk: toji, SUGURU, hakari – ror: qin shi shuang, hades – opla: shanks

◆ humiliating

likely – most probably will use humiliating pet names for using on you, in or outside the bed, it doesn’t matter – they just love to make you suffer a little bit, maybe sometimes more than a little bit, since they find you cute with heat rushing towards your face and tears running from your cheeks in the bed, fucking you to oblivion. they’re mean. however, they don’t try to break your heart, no, not particularly or with an intention – they just can see how you’re turned on whenever they act harshly in specific moments, especially when you’re taking their cocks, crying yet begging for more & more until you’re too dizzy to even remember the time, the environment you are in, and the entire world around you. they’re likely to find your pathetic, mess, and beautiful face as the most entertaining thing they can see, “look at you – what a mess!”, “slut,”, “a whore right exactly for me, only me –“, “shiiit – (laughing like a maniac) can you hear the voices you make right now my slut? Aggh – fuuck – I bet even you didn’t know you could make these sounds, did you?,”, “beg for more, doll, and maybe I will give you what you want,”, “ungrateful bitch, having all my cock inside of this tight pussy but still wanna some?”, “pathetic,”, “what a pretty whore, made for me.”

▸ naruto: MADARA, sasuke (revenge era) – jjk: toji (once again but suits him well), SUKUNA – ror: SHIVA, poseidon, beelzebub – opla: zoro

◇ worshipping

probably will use any pet name related to worshipping from day to night, from inside of bed to outside because they’re so weak for you that they should remind you how the most precious thing in their life is you every time they have a chance to. they have no fear of showing you how you mean everything to them, how they find you so pretty while trying to give them the pleasure they would never have with anyone else – you’re one of your kind, don’t you – they will ask themselves again and again. they will be the ones who want to give you what you want first, but when you want to do the same for them – oh, they will be too excited to even create logical utterances between their moans but when they do, they will make sure you realize your own worth, your worth in their eyes, and how good you’re doing only for them, “ohhh – fuck! you’re gorgeous like this, you know that? the most fucking precious girl – and only mine.”, “pretty – pretty – so pretty!,”, “the most beautiful thing in the whole world,”, “my angel,”, “oh, this beauty – ahhh! I will lose my mind because of you, you know that, right?”, “I am the luckiest man!”, “tastes like heaven!”, “what a body you have – sculpted for me, huh?”, “no greek goddess has your beauty pretty, not even aphrodite.”

▸ naruto: hashirama, NARUTO, minato – jjk: SATORU, YUJİ – ror: BUDDHA, loki, raiden – opla: sanji, LUFFY

◆ shy & rare compliments 

even though in bed they can easily be pure beasts when it is needed, they’re more likely to be a little bit shy and gentle with you in every situation, not wanting to hurt you even when you tell them to do so (they eventually will do but they’re definition of gentle and caring). because of their cold and calm demeanors, they tend not to give away their weaknesses right away; you. also they’re not into using pet names that much because of their personalities, instead they choose using your name. however, they love the expression on your face and the effects on your body the moment they use a pet name with you, earning a fun and worthy impact from the way you sit, look, and even talk. they know their effects on you, so, sometimes, you can swear that they use these pet names rarely and out of sudden just only to tease you more and more each passing day, and yet, every time you hear sweet – sometimes hotter than sweet – things from their lips, it affects you as same as the first time, “love,”, “honey,”, “princess,”, “hey, pretty,”, “ohhh – pretty! agh –“, “you’re doing so well, ohh, gorgeous,”, “you look so – angelic – absolute beauty, bending like this – shiit –,”, “you have no idea what you’re doing to me lovely,”, “sweetie, stay still or I can’t control mys – aggh, fuck!”, “my pretty girl,”, “my pretty girl always do the best for me, right? yeah, that’s – aggh, right – always. fuck – you’re the prettiest girl.”

▸ naruto: SASUKE (new era), itachi, shisui – jjk: YUTA, MEGUMI, choso, nanami – ror: jack the ripper, HADES, thor – opla: mihawk (maybe)    

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[necronatural]

for the send me a character ask game: madara (&if you’re willing to do another one izuna)

I always love hearing what you think about them!

Of course no pressure :-)

Madara

First impression: The incredible ice-cold neutrality I had to Naruto villains by that point cannot be underestimated

Impression now: YEEES BROTHER PROBLEMS YEEEEES YOUR FUNDEMENTAL PERSONALITY AT ODDS WITH YOUR LOVED ONES. It's so awesome his brother wanted peace but because he didn't trust Hashirama or the Senju Madara just threw it all away once he fulfilled his brother's dreams. Go king fuck up everything. The Uchiha don't even like you anymore

Favorite moment: That world war fight where he used his sharingan to fight a whole army. I'm sorry that shit was hot as hell

Idea for a story: I know I already wrote Madara getting doublecucked fic but what if it was from Madara's point of view. Wouldn't that be so funny

Unpopular opinion: A lot of fanfics posit it's Uchiha culture to be covetous of your family and so on but I think Madara as an individual has severe control issues and codependency from family trauma. I think he's tender enough to want to do better but definitely the type of guy to Yellow Wallpaper somebody. He did do that. To Obito. Also I think if you genderbend the characters you should leave Madara as male because almost all his behaviour is informed by his male chauvinism and I think he would not do the things he did if he were a woman. Madara is without a doubt a misogynist (You Will Never Understand A Warrior's Bond flavour) so don't forget that either

Favorite relationship: I have special yaoi favourites where I smile and laugh and clap at stupid fujoshit yaoi interpretations. Madatobi isn't one of them though. If they aren't being toxic and insane at each other it's not them and it repulses me. I don't care about topping or bottoming only mind games. Fluff reserved for Hashimada. I like Hikaku having a one-sided psychosexual obsession with him since adolescence but no one understands me

Favorite headcanon:

Izuna

First impression: O...lore [thinks about what this means for Itachi's motivations because that is his narrative purpose]

Impression now:

BLORBO SUPREME

Favorite moment: It was really funny how the anime added a line about how smug he was about the power of the sharingan and then Tobirama immediately utilized all the Sharingan's weaknesses to kill him. Way to kick a nothingdude while he's down

Idea for a story: In 2021 this is the only thing I was capable of doing

Unpopular opinion: Aro/Ace Izuna... And not only aro/ace but insane about it because he lives in feudal japan as a political entity who is sexy. Technically this is headcanon but the difference here is that I don't like it when anyone disagrees with me on this one. Tobizu is my NOTP

Favorite relationship: Platonic Tobizu wins for fucking ever!!!!!!!!!! Also I'm so obsessed with the idea of him as Kagami's post-grad sensei who sucks ass. He makes chuunin and studies under Tobirama and is like They Give You Guys A Curriculum?

Favorite headcanon: They're a romantic tobizu shipper but I believe everything Hinomori posts forever. Go into their gallery and know joy. Oh my god. Just remembering their posts makes me so sentimental. ⬇️frowing up

Sorry Izuna's is small but you have to understand 1. he doesn't real 2. anything that is real to me I wrote 300k words about

#ask game #asks

[kooriicolada]

Epic

This is Kinda Dumb

MadaTobi reincarnation soulmates AU that nobody asked for.

It turns out that having the entirety of a former life shoved into your brain in the matter of seconds hurts like a bitch, Tobirama thinks.  (And no, he will not feel guilty for cursing in his own mind.  Nii-san can't hear him.)

He presses the ice pack harder against his aching head and eyes.  It's bad enough that his eyes are light sensitive on a normal day, and now with the raging migraine it's even worse.  Everything looks like a high saturation filter has been put over it alongside occasional rainbows.

"Here," a rough voice says.  It shoves something into his free hand and forces his fingers to close around it.  "My mom says that sugar and caffeine help with bad headaches.  They didn't have any soda so I got you a candy bar."

Uchiha Madara is three years older than Tobirama, making him the amazing age of thirteen to Tobirama's ten.  He is also one of the new kids in school.

Hashirama had wanted Tobirama to meet his new friend who just moved in and now he was in the nurse's office.  Of course.  Nii-san was the root of most of his problems.

In this life, and, apparently, his last.

"Thanks," he says.  "Can you talk quieter?"

"Oh," Madara says and Tobirama can hear him rustling around.  "Yeah.  Sorry."

The silence between them is awkward.  Tobirama leaves the ice pack lying on his face and fumbles open the candy bar.  The chocolate is oversweet on his tongue and he's not sure it helps but… it does make him feel a bit better anyway.

Madara clears his throat and Tobirama can hear him rustling around again.  Tobirama realizes that he's fidgeting.  "So…."

"I hate you," Tobirama says.

Madara sucks in a breath and in the smallest voice Tobirama has ever heard, says, "Okay."

Tobirama flaps his candy bar at him.  "Stop.  I mean I hate you for not getting a headache."

The laugh he gets is worth it, and Tobirama smiles under the cold press of his ice pack.  "I did," Madara confesses.  "Just not as bad I guess."  There's another pause and then:  "Glad you don't hate me for being the epic villain anyway."

Tobirama snorts and moves his ice pack aside so he can squint blearily at Madara's blurry form out of one eye.  "Drama queen."

"Hey, I had a great motivation!"  Tobirama winces at the volume and Madara immediately looks contrite.  "Sorry," Madara says much more quietly.  "...But you gotta admit that being badass magical ninja is a pretty cool former life.  Even if it sucked big time."

Madara leans back on the plastic chair he's perched in, pressing against the back and Tobirama watches him for a second before humming in agreement.  It was like something out of a TV show or a movie.  He wondered if Hashirama would remember the same life or if he'd lived something in between— a world where Tobirama wasn't, or maybe Tobirama never met Madara in that life.

Whatever.

"If Izuna keeps making fun of my glasses," Tobirama says.  "I'm going to fight him."  New kid or not Uchiha Izuna was an ass and Tobirama was absolutely going to throw hands even if it meant getting detention.

Detention was just extra homework time without trying to hide from Dad anyway.

Madara makes a soft noise.  "I'll tell him to knock it off or I'll noogie him until he can't stand," he says with all the vindictive love of an elder brother annoyed by his younger sibling.  "You're my soulmate so he better get used to it and stop being a brat."

Tobirama's chest feels warm and fuzzy.  He realizes he's smiling again.  "Okay," he says. 

That sounded good to him.

#madatobi #tobimada #uchiha madara #senju tobirama #koorii writes

[silverutahraptor]

I’m posting older writing snippets and AU ideas, so have a HashiMada one!

Premise: Madara timetravelled back into his younger self, and he is so very tired of everything. First Person POV.

    Somberness overtakes Hashirama’s features as he considers my own. “...Madara?”

At his soft inquiry, there’s suddenly a dozen different feelings burning behind my eyes, and I want to scream and I want to burn things and I want-

I want-

“I’ve been dreaming about Izuna dying,” I say instead and watch the sorrow and sympathy steal on his lovely face.

“It’s always by Tobirama’s hands,” I add before he can open his stupid mouth to say something stupidly uplifting.

I shouldn’t fall apart in front of him like this, he shouldn’t even know about this sort of vulnerability, but the truth is—I can’t.

I can’t I can’tican’tican’t

When Izuna dies, I can’t-

When he dies-

When-

There are hands in my hair and I’m leaning against a broad chest. “Breathe, Madara,” a voice says, and there’s something so familiar and warm about the voice that I do what it says.

Breathing comes like such a relief that I realize I must not have been doing it for a bit.

“I won’t let that happen,” Hashirama says. His voice is still soft, but there’s a hint of steely determination in it that makes me crane my head back to catch a look at his face. He’s staring right back into my eyes. “I won’t let Izuna die, Madara,” he continues and- and- did I say all that out loud earlier? Oh no. “And I won’t let you go mad, either” he adds. His arms, still around me, tighten. It feels comfortable.

I want to laugh.

I want to cry.

I want to yell and scream and ask this man who he is to be so certain to avoid fate.

“If only.” I whisper into the safety of his neck before I fall silent again.

If only we weren’t all mere pieces in fortune’s game, destined to live and kill and then die when our roles fulfilled their purposes.

If only I hadn’t tried and tried and tried to bring an end to this endless war.

If only all that had gotten me wasn’t a Clan that looks at my back with scorn and a brother that frowns at me more often than not.

If only all the options I hadn’t tried are the ones that would cost me a brother’s love or life or maybe both.

(“Izuna,” I ask, because I’m tired of thinking this over on my own, “if you were Clan Head–what would you do?”

“Senju isn’t able to kill you,” my brother immediately scoffs, shaking his head.

His trust in my strength threatens to choke me up, so I continue hastily. “No, just- if you were Clan Head instead of me, what would you do?”

Izuna is still frowning at me.

“I’d still be around, just- you’d be Clan Head?”

His eyes narrow.

There are only so many ways such a scenario could happen.

“Indulge me,” I add.

“I’d kill all the Senju, of course.” Izuna is still staring at me like he’s trying to solve a particularly difficult puzzle.

He has been looking at me like that more and more recently.

“I’d send you on more solo missions,” he continues after a pause. At my raised eyebrows he snorts. “The ones that are high risk, but with little chance of contact with Senju forces. You leave too many of them alive.”

I stare.

“You do, Niisan.” Izuna shakes his head. “We wouldn’t be in such a long term impasse if you would just kill more of them.”

I open my mouth to say something, but- he’s right. 

I hate killing Senju shinobi.

They all die so easily.

‘They could be y o u, Izuna’ I want to say but don’t.

My little brother hates being compared to the Senju in any way.)

“If only…?” Hashirama prompts after long minutes stretch past.

I shake my head.

A miniscule tightening of the muscles under my head is my only warning. 

Then Hashirama rolls both of us off the roof.

“You-”

We fall down in a tangle of limbs and hair.

I stay laying where I landed on the ground, blinking up at the sky.

“I am dead,” I say when I’ve caught my breath, ignoring the twinge of sadness that thought always brings me. “You killed me and now I’m dead.”

Hashirama’s laughter fills the air. 

His warm hands close around my face, and then his face—upside down—is hovering way too close. “You kneed me in the ribs on the way down! So maybe we both died and this is the Pure Lands…”

The idiot is still smiling, but his words sound almost wistful.

I could probably stare up into his face forever, which is why I shove him away and sit up.

If the Pure Lands exist, it seems that I am denied entry. Why else would I be here now, like this. Unable to truly change things.

The familiar feeling of Hashirama’s chakra lingers in the air, so I survey our surroundings. We landed in one of the smaller side gardens in the visitors’ wing of the palace, but the plants in this particular garden seem to have mysteriously gained some life of their own. I’m pretty sure that none of the plethora of plants I stare at should be blooming right now, nor have grown such dense foliage that it’s nigh impossible to catch a glimpse of the courtyard’s interior from the outside or above...

“…Really?” I finally ask.

But because I’m me, I also flick on my Sharingan for a moment and let a subtle genjutsu settle on the new plant growth, making it impossible for anyone to listen to our conversation or even remember there is anything out of the ordinary in this particular courtyard.

I hesitate before quickly glancing at Hashirama, still channeling chakra through my eyes. It’s rare that I get to remember him like this, carefree and playful and grinning, and not grim and covered in mud from a battlefield.

Hashirama smiles even more widely and stretches like a cat. “Want to get a good look?”

His hands stray towards his collar and start to loosen it.

I abruptly turn my head away, cheeks burning. “Don’t play around,” I hiss and deactivate my Sharingan.

One glance is enough, but still.

Hashirama is Hashirama, however, so his arm quickly settles around my shoulders again. “I did hear a laugh when we fell down the roof.” His chin is digging into my shoulder. “So that did cheer you up!” 

“You threw us off the roof,” I huff, trying to ignore that he’s also kind of breathing directly into my ear. 

“I wanted to watch the stars with you! You told me so many Uchiha legends about them but I forgot most of them by now.”

I sigh, and somehow fail to shrug him off my shoulder. “…The roof would have worked better, idiot.”

Neither of us gets up or mentions that down here, no one will find us for a little while.

#hashimada #madahashi #uchiha madara #madara uchiha #madara #senju hashirama #hashirama #uchiha izuna #naruto #naruto founders #naruto fanfic #raptor writes #sometimes i close my eyes (and dream i'm somewhere else) #sicme #<- tag and title for when i eventually post them all as collection on ao3 #my writing #my fanfic #this was really interesting to write AND read #it's older writing but it still holds up #it's so SOFT #and bittersweet #madara just wants things to END

[mira--mira]

Out of curiosity, what are your opinions on Minato Namikaze.

I guess for both in and out of Oot-verse

For Oot-verse you've mentioned about how a lot of the "shinobi families" are really just ex-Senju and while some authors make the Namikaze a small clan, I'm fairly sure that's not canon. Do would you consider him of the Senju bloodline in the Oot-verse. Since that would play better into the fact that actual civilian born are discriminated against since he was never used as an example of how far civilian born shinobi can go.

But like for a demented AU. instead of Sarutobi summoning the Terrors, let's make it Minato's problem's. Since we already know a lot of his repertoire was inspired/based off of the work of Tobirama, it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for him to just fiddle around with old seals and oh no Kushina I think I'm a dad, I just made two kids pop out of nowhere, I didn't cheat on you I swear, please stop laughing and help me.

Tbh I have a mixed bag of feelings for Minato bc I don't really dislike him as a character but a lot of circumstance/plot devices around him. I hate the "Child of Prophecy" plot point, I dislike that he's the Fourth Hokage in a similar vein, I despise Jiraiya, etc. Minato is a character that, similar to Hiruzen, suffers from other areas of the plot and lore being created first and then he's slotted in to fill gaps but this does absolutely no favors to his character, especially as he's supposed to be a paragon of Konoha. And then there's Minato trying to impress Kushina by taking her dream of being Hokage and doing it for her. That is not romantic, but the hand of the author is so obvious I feel like I can't really blame Minato fully for that.

Ultimately he's a character I don't really love but not because his actions specifically. I do like more light-hearted fics and art where he's a house husband and living his best life.

You are correct though for OoT! I do consider him part of the Senju bloodline and he would been Senju Minato if Hashirama hadn't cast off their name. He's firmly a 'clanless' shinobi, not a 'civilian' one in that universe. I don't want him to be too closely related to the main line but it does cast Tobirama being irritated at him for using his jutsu and Naruto attributing it to Minato in a funny light to me. Tobirama stomping around complaining about the Senju Youth (TM) not giving credit to his ancestors, thinking just because he had time to tweak things and/or improve them make them his jutsu now is hilarious to me.

Ooh that would be a fun AU! Terrors in the previous generation instead of Naruto's 😂 Madara would bully Obito, trying to shape him into a proper Uchiha and Obito low-key hates him, but he's a polite boy and Madara is undeniably the most powerful 12 y/o Obito has ever seen and he's trying to impart some of that knowledge and power to Obito too makes him very conflicted. Obito constantly makes running tallies of 'who's worst today: Madara or Kakashi?'

Since Pakkun attacking Madara wouldn't have happened in this AU, I think Hashirama would like a younger Kakashi quite a lot. He might remind him of Tobirama in a way and He'd make it his mission to try and get the kid to lighten up/give him some knd of big brother figure to depend on since he'd lost his father.

Both would be decent friends with Rin. Madara because he catches onto Obito's crush immediately and decides to stick his nose into it and finds Rin reasonable and level-headed. She admires Kakashi but doesn't romantically like him like Obito thinks (mostly bc by god the girls need other motivations besides boys and Kakashi's age is a timeline headache of it's own). She sees Obito as a friend, not really interested in more at this point because she's focused on her own goals to be a great med-nin. She seeks out Hashirama on her own similar to Sakura to ask him to teach her, but she's much more respectful to Hashirama than Sakura is to him. I really like jinchuriki!Rin so that'd be part of this AU 100% and then a lot of her arc would be mastering that power through medical ninjutsu somehow.

Eheh this is becoming about Rin, back to Minato. I like to think his reasoning to 'keep' the terrors would be "It's great practice Kushina before we have kids" and Kushina, an Uzumaki, clearly recognizes Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara is like...:my dearest husband...this is both a terrible and BRILLIANT idea. If we can handle them, will be pros" (let Kushina be a little impulsive and wild plsss). The big issue would be them trying to keep the terrors because...the Uchiha haven't been massacred at this point. Madara would want to be with them but the Uchiha leadership is have a crisis because that is Uchiha Madara and they made him into a Ghost and banished him and Amaterasu turned away from them because of it. But also the coup is brewing and maybe this is a second chance to do it over. Either way, the only thing that unites the clan at this point is the belief that Madara will either be their salvation or damnation again.

#asks #anon #out of time

[tobiramamonmari29]

outside perspective:

Tajima and butsuma was married but also a father with a blended family. They had both lost their wives, then had met. Their love was a cow love, two frank men, Critical and stoic. they had a total of 6 children together, it hadn't been easy at first. But they ended up saying that they could discuss this dispute instead because the other had disputed his son.

Tajima: I hate parties.

Butsuma: You've already told me enough in the car.

tajima: the school party is the worst. You meet parents you don't like and kids who aren't yours but you still have to watch. Because your own child is sure to come last.

Butsuma: darling, shut your mouth we can hear you.

tajima: don't worry, we're still in the parking lot.

Butsuma: It's not just us in this parking lot. It doesn't belong to you. He said clicking his tongue.

Tajima: I'm sure we'll see this teacher again that Itama called a curmudgeon.

Butsuma: don't tell me about it....

tajima: i told you that letting the kids speak their mind out loud was wrong.

Butsuma: It never caused me a problem.

Tajima: Yeah, you don't know... It's at my place that people complain.

butsuma: stop complaining, you must have liked hearing them.

Tajima: shut up a bit... Watch out, a mother is coming our way... I don't like her either.

Butsuma: Of course you like people.

Kushina: Hey! Butsuma and tajima how are you.

tajima: long before-butsuma nudged him not to say more.

Butsuma: we are still doing well. But you cut your hair?

Kushina: last month, she said laughing and hitting him softly. If observant butsuma haha.

Butsuma: last month? wow I never would have believed you are so beautiful too.

Kushina: oh butsuma! Don't flirt with me in front of your husband. He could be jealous, let's see.

Tajima: from you-!? Another blow comes in his ribs. I should be worried considering your beauty indeed.

Kushina: Alright I'm going. see you later!! The red-haired woman left smiling with a big gesture. Butsuma turned back to her husband.

Tajima: what?

Butsuma: say what you have to say.

Tajima: I have nothing to say.

Butsuma: if you say so.

Tajima: if you insist my love.

butsuma: yes, I insist oulala. He said with a sigh.

Tajima: I don't like that woman! Does she feel flirted? Doesn't she already have a husband, this tchoin!? Nah what's that hair color? Me threatened by her! I'm laughing about it ! Ah! The dredge more or I stumble you. I'm not jealous or anything! She shouldn't end up disappointed. Chip.

Butsuma: are you finished? It's about to start.

Tajima: Only if you don't tell anyone else.

Butsuma: Hn.

the men arrived where the spectacle of the children of all classes was to take place. Tajima was already grumbling because he wasn't in front and he couldn't see well.

Butsuma: I told you to take your glasses but you never listen to me.

tajima: I listen to half that's it.

Butsuma: Afterwards you will complain of headaches.

Tajima: That's not true. And if so it's because this bitch is screaming at her unworthy husband.

Butsuma: Like you care anyway.

tajima: I hope she won't get up last year there was the woman who was in front always on the end.

Butsuma: she was a teacher she had to film....

Tajima: Well she wasn't transparent! Or even the year before we had to go down a rank for a man.

butsuma: the man was in a wheelchair.

Tajima: they think they can do anything.

Butsuma: Hn.

The show started with Hashirama's class. He was doing a show that talked about ecology and the dangers of the environment. hashirama was a sick tree that had to be taken care of by the other children.

Tajima: your son is a tree.

Butsuma: he's also your son now so shut up.

Madara entered Hashirama's show. he made the fire that burned the forest by throwing red and orange colored fabrics on hashirama who pretended to die.

Butsuma: Madara just threw fabrics at Hashirama.

tajima: Madara is a real comedian, how come he only hits hashirama with fabric!?

Butsuma: they are 9 years old.... What are you talking about.

Izuna and Tobirama have arrived. Izuna was a rich boy and Tobirama a poor boy. they had to show the children that no matter the social status everyone could get along. And also showed that bullying was something really unhealthy.

Tajima: come on Izuna hits Tobirama!!!

Butsuma: Damn darling! Sit down damn it.

Tajima: what!? but why is this the best moment of this show.

Butsuma: This is a scene that shows bullying is not a good thing.

Tajima: so what? That doesn't mean Izuna has to lose.

Butsuma: I'm really sorry. He said to the parents who watched them.

itama and kawarama had finally arrived. Tajima was fed up and butsuma was fed up with tajima. Kawarama and Itama showed that the smallest thing could save the planet. He was dancing with signs and picking up litter on stage playing key, key. The show was finally over.

Itama: dad you saw my show.

Butsuma: That was awesome honey.

Kawarama: and me!?

Butsuma: you were great.

Madara: Dad your sight.

Tajima: Yeah, that sucked.

Madara: what?

Butsuma: That was great! Dad and I are proud of you, the others were to shit!

Hashirama: Me too!?

Izuna: And me then butsuma!!

Tobirama: Hn.

Butsuma: great great! Not real tajima.

Tajima: I say the same as your father.

Butsuma: you had interest. Come on, let's get the kids home! let's celebrate at home.

Children: YEAHHH!! They say running to the car.

Butsuma: you're serious! Asshole.

Tajima: Well what?

Butsuma: let's go. He said with a sigh.

End.

#oneshot #butsuma #tajima x butsuma #butsuma x tajima #tajibutsu #tajima #butsutaji #tajima uchiha #Butsuma senju #yaoi #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #senju tobirama #Izuna uchiha #itama senju #kawarama senju

[ladykissingfish]

*Tobirama and Izuna, cuddling in bed*

Tobirama: It’s so drafty in here … *pulls the blankets more firmly over them both* Are you sure you’re warm enough?

Izuna: I’m fine. Stop worrying so much.

Tobirama: How can I help but worry? You’re so thin and delicate, and then you sleep wearing hardly anything. It’s no wonder you catch colds so often …

Izuna: I only wear less clothes when you come over, idiot. If I still seem cold to you it means you’re not doing your job at warming me up. *traces a finger up and down Tobirama’s arm* If you really wanted to, you could have my whole body on fire ~

Tobirama: I don’t know about “on fire”, but perhaps you’re right; it IS my job as your boyfriend to protect you and make sure you’re comfortable and happy. So — * gets up out of bed* You wait here. I’ll be right back, and when I return, I guarantee I’ll have you warm from head to toe. *kisses his forehead then walks out*

Izuna, to himself: FINALLY! I finally get to do it with Tobirama! Geez I thought that idiot would never read my hints!

*he quickly goes into the bathroom and freshens himself up*

Izuna: Now I just … *yawns* I just wait for him to come back — and — and we’ll — *slowly drifts off to sleep*

Tobirama, back after an hour: Izu? *gently shakes his shoulder* I’m back …

Izuna: O-oh! Tobi! *tries to pose seductively on the bed* Are you ready to warm me up ~ ?

Tobirama: I am.

Tobirama: *sets a bag on the bed*

Tobirama: Okay; I’ve got you three different sets of long-sleeved flannel pajamas … *pulls them out* And they’re all Halloween-themed, which I know you love!

Tobirama: Here’s one with ghosts and mummies, here’s one with dancing zombies; and my personal favorite, little kittens wearing witch’s hats!

Tobirama: With these you should be plenty warm! You — 

Tobirama: … why is your sharingan activated?? You don’t like them?? W-wait, Izu, I — *screams*

Madara: *laughing hysterically out in the kitchen*

#tobiizu #tobirama x izuna #halloween #halloween 2023 #halloween pajamas #tobirama senju #izuna uchiha #madara uchiha

[smutteedreams]

hi! i hope you’re having a good day. may i request madara on his wedding night ( arranged marriage ) with a senju reader? thank you

(here you go, lovely anon)

FOR PEACE

Madara x Senju! reader

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, mdni, political marriage, soft vaginal sex

Note- i initially got inspired by the fic 'Leaves in her garden' by @cafeinthemoon and 'Fragments' by @persephones-darkness make sure you check them out- they are beautiful

Marriage.

Such an idealistic construct of love, joy and supposed prosperity. Maybe it was all those things and more but now as you sat on the futon, staring at the night sky through the open window, dressed in nothing but an almost see through robe and waited for your husband to enter your room and take you on the very bed you were sitting on to consummate this farce of a marriage, you couldn't help the single tear that rolled down your cheek.

"Are you crying?"

You wiped away the tear as well as suppressed anymore that threatened to fall. You had sensed his presence far before he made it known but refused to acknowledge it, refused to look him in the eye.

"Tsk."

He paced around the room with heavy footsteps and even heavier demeanor, shifting random objects in the room which seemed more like a tactic to keep you on edge, never letting you know what he would do next. You frowned internally thinking if this was how your marriage was going to be- just plain and simple psychological warfare.

He stopped his pacing and stood directly in front of you, bending down, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head up.

"Are you really that upset about losing your Senju surname?" he asked in a mocking tone.

"Not anymore than having to take the Uchiha name", you scoffed making as defiant of a look you could while Madara smirked.

"Oh that hurts my feelings, sweetheart..."

"Don't call me that" you snapped at him, standing up to make yourself more assertive and immediately regretted it.

His eyes scanned you as his lips curled up in jest, studying all your curves from above your robe. You might as well have been naked at this point and cursed the sheer fabric, crossing your hands in front of your chest to preserve some modesty.

"My my, haven't you grown into a woman from the little girl that used to play with cousin Tobirama"he laughed at your embarrassed state. You turned to face him and looked at the way he smiled and tossed his head back...was he enjoying this? Was he actually deriving pleasure from the emotional turmoil you were going through? The thought irked you and made your blood boil.

You cannot quite describe what came over you as you were filled with blind rage and disgust and lunged at Madara, hand clenched in a fist aimed at his face. Before your punch could make an impact, he caught it in his fist and for a while, the both of you just stood like that- your entire body shaking as millions of thoughts ran through your mind and you recollected the events that led up to now.

.

.

.

For peace.

That's what Tobirama said the day you were told that you would be married to the leader of the Uchiha Clan- the biggest rivals of the Senju- in a month. Those were the only words he offered before dismissing you. It was Hashirama who later came to console and explain things to you.

Your clan had been battling the Uchihas for as long as you could remember. You had long accepted that the rift between the opposing factions would never be solved and devoted yourself to become one of the Senju's best warriors. However, when talks of a peace treaty were simmering, you couldn't deny being relieved after having lost all of your immediate family to the numerous conflicts. But a part of you was skeptic about what the price would be for this peace.

You never imagined that the answer would be you, that you would have to be sacrificed.

For peace.

Your people abandoned you and offered you on a silver plate to the the ones that you were taught to hate and fight for eternity.

For peace.

You were robbed of the only purpose you ever had- to fight and protect.

For peace.

You were denied of your chance to ever find peace, love or happiness for yourself- the very same things that your marriage guaranteed to everyone.

For peace.

You were to be used and bred like an animal, forced into servitude for the people whom you swore to cut down at any moment.

For peace, for peace, for peace...

The thoughts stabbed you harder than a kunai, you could feel your eyes burn and chest ache as you felt yourself crumble- the weight on your shoulders seemed too much.

Your thoughts brought you back to the current moment and your body stiffened and breath hitched. You had just attacked your husband, the Uchiha leader, a man known to be particularly ferocious and unforgiving on the battlefield, a man whom only Hashirama could ever battle and survive, a man you've never had the misfortune to fight- you wondered if that would change right this very moment. You felt chills down your spine on the realization.

Your eyes focused on his face to gauge his reaction. He had been observing you closely all this time, perhaps even aware of the thoughts that you were having. His face lacked any signs of anger or mirth but his gaze...his gaze was...soft. He looked at you as if he could actually feel your pain.

He raised his hand and you immediately shut your eyes, bracing yourself for anything that was to come, even preparing yourself to meet your end. You felt something graze your cheek and warily opened your eyes from the suspicious sensation but what you saw shocked you completely.

Madara's thumb gently caressed your cheek and wiped away some of the tears that you'd shed before resting on your cheek bone. You were frozen in your place, unable to process what was happening.

"Let's talk for a while", he offered as he took your hand and led you to the bed and you both sat on the edge. He studied you for a few lingering moments and sighed realizing he would have to lead the conversation. He took your hands in his to root you back to reality from the void in your heart that your mind kept drifting back to before starting to speak.

"Y/n, I may have an idea about what you are feeling at the moment. You probably hate and resent this marriage, me, my clan or even your own family to some extent. You have every reason to do so. This marriage was decided upon by elders of our respective clans, neither of us got to have a say in it as opposing it would mean more conflict and upheaval. I can go so far as to say that I share some of your sentiments as well."

He paused for a second as if to frame his thoughts, his thumb drawing circles on your palm were unusually soothing.

"As things stand now, we are husband and wife and even though this change might be uninvited and abrupt, we have to accept it and learn to liv-"

"If you want to fuck me, please just get on with it already."

"What?" he said, shocked, whether at your bluntness or at your interruption, you couldn't tell.

"I know that's what I'm here for anyway. So, just get it over with. Your clan expects you to produce an heir, as soon as possible and as many as possible. So...you...can stop...with the...fake sympathies..." your voice started cracking and you cursed yourself for allowing your sworn enemy the satisfaction of seeing you cry, again. His hands never left yours, in fact, they held on to you tighter now.

"You're right."

You sighed. You knew it. It would only make sense for him to be so considerate of your feelings so as to make you more amiable to be bent to his will. You felt a pang in your chest as you really had wished this wasn't just some sort of deception. How could you be naive enough not to see beyond his facade? You were about to unwind your hands when he spoke-

"That is what my clan wants but that may not be what their leader wants".

The perplexed look on your face ushered him to elaborate and so he did.

"I too, like my clan, want an heir someday, have a family. I do not wish to keep fighting bloody wars till I die. You are right about this much but if you think you are going to be used like a rag doll or a slave, you are very much mistaken. Well, unless you're into that." He chuckled out the last part sending a wink your way as you averted your eyes and blushed at the connotation.

"You are Madara Uchiha's wife and you will be treated with respect befitting that title. I will not allow my brethren, or anyone for that matter, to look down on you, let alone berate you."

He brought one of your hands to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckle with such tenderness-the likes of which you could have never imagined would be possible for someone like him to show. The gesture made something warm in you flutter to life slowly. He looked up at you with a shy smile, his eyes seemed to smile wider and you reciprocated with a smile of your own.

There was something enigmatic about this man that you couldn't quite place. The more you stayed in his presence, the more were you captivated and entranced by him. You felt pulled to him like a magnet. You were aware of how beautiful he was- a serendipitous softness and warmth graced his rough, war-shaped features with the way his hair fell around his face and his eyes shut when he laughed.

You felt yourself reaching for him but this time, you did know what you were doing as you palmed his scarred cheek. The gesture was unexpected but welcome nevertheless as he leaned in to your touch and placed his hand over yours. Madara came closer to you, touching your forehead with his and said,

"I am glad that you've been receptive towards what I had to say. I am not one to sugarcoat the way things are. We are indeed very different people, from rival clans nonetheless; years of turmoil have bred mistrust among us that cannot be resolved in a single night. But I still want our marriage to start and prosper on love, companionship, and loyalty. "

"As your husband, I promise that all your needs and wants will be taken care of and I urge you to let yourself love and be loved. It is true that the elders of my clan demand an heir immediately but their wants are not above my will. I want us to develop a bond first and strengthen it before we bring a life into this world. What do you say, my wife?"

You blushed at how sweetly he called you wife and felt the title slowly growing on you.

"I think that would be really good...for us as well as...our future child", you smiled and said to him. You thought to yourself that maybe this marriage did have a fair enough chance of working out as you could imagine enjoying this man's company, even falling for him.

You looked at Madara only to realize how close your faces were, feeling his breath fan over your face. You couldn't help watching his luscious lips, parted slightly, their tempting invitation making you touch them with yours. Your lips hardly moved as you both savored the feeling and then he held your face to bring your mouth closer to crash his nubile lips against yours and before long, he was running his tongue over them, pleading you for access.

You parted your lips and he wasted no time in darting his tongue in, filling your mouth with his smokey taste. You rested your hand on his bicep as he snaked his palm to your neck to deepen the kiss. It was a most sensual, soulful kiss that made your mind reel as you fisted his robes in your hands in an attempt to ask for more.

Far too soon, he withdrew his tongue, biting softly on your lower lip before parting, leaving a most unwelcome hollow. He looked at you with heavy-lidded eyes and for the first time today, you felt his actions become hurried enough to match your own impatience as he swiftly untied the knot of the robe separating you from him as you did the same. He connected your lips in another slow dance, sliding down the fabric from your shoulders.

He broke the kiss to take in your half naked form and sucked a sharp breath in as his eyes roamed over your collarbone to your breasts. To him, you looked ethereal, like some deity.

"Gods, you are so beautiful...makes me wish I'd been your lover.." he whispered as he placed a kiss just beside your mouth.

"You still have a chance you know", you replied cheekily, earning a bright smile from him.

You were about to open your hair from the half bun it was in and remove the flowers tucked in at several places when Madara stopped you.

"Leave them be", he said. "I'll know I've done a good job only when they'll all fall from your hair", he finished his statement with a mischievous and knowing look on his face.

He rested his arm on your lower back as he laid you down on the bed and his imposing frame loomed over you; his eyes drank in the sight of your now completely exposed body. He bent down to kiss you, this time, more heated and domineering and got rid of both of your robes. Your eyes greedily took in the sight of his taut, muscular chest and sculpted abdomen as you ran your hands on his stomach to admire him. He watched your awestruck eyes with satisfaction.

You pulled him closer, hungry for his lips, but he went to kiss along your jawline, earlobe and then attacked your neck instead, leaving wet kisses and nibbling on the sensitive skin there as you tried to stifle your mewls.

"I want to hear your sweet sounds. Do not hold them back from me", demanded your husband in a kind but firm tone and you obeyed.

His lips trailed ever downwards before they closed in on your erect nipple and his tongue flicked the sensitive bud as his hand cupped your other breast, playfully pinching its apex to hear your whimpers. His eye watched you diligently as you squirmed under his ministrations and he couldn't hold back from biting your nipple, grinning when you moaned loudly.

His other hand had long found abode between your legs, teasing your entrance, feeding to your desire and need, till your arousal covered his whole hand- the same hand which he then used to smear your juices over his erection as he pumped and then lined himself with your weeping cunt.

He looked at your glassy eyes as he said," Are you ready?" an octave lower than his normal baritone voice which forced you further into submission. You nodded a simple yes and Madara intertwined his fingers and yours and softly kissed you before he gradually entered.

He swallowed all your moans till you were desperate and couldn't kiss anymore, gasping at the stretch when he's only halfway in. You closed your eyes shut and took deep breaths till you felt yourself adjust.

"More...I need more of you Madara" , you pleaded, voice sultry with lust and desperation.

He complied and pushed himself deeper till he finally bottomed out inside you. The way your walls swallowed him and hugged him took his breath away as he panted. It took every ounce of self control for him to not rut into you as he moved at a slow, languid pace. wrapping your legs around him and burying his face in the crook of your neck, placing kisses all over.

"You're doing so good for me.." he whispered with his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he picked up the pace, your seraphic moans his reward as you both grew louder and his movements made the bed creak.

"M-Madara..."

Your foreheads touched as you felt the oncoming of your release and your hips bucked to meet his thrusts and nails dug into his scalp and back.

"I'm....aah...I'm close..." you stutter out the words and almost scream when you feel his calloused hands rub expertly at your clit, stimulating it in the most excruciatingly delicious way possible, pushing you closer to the edge, his eyes staring at you intently as he held off his own release to feel you clench around him.

"You are Madara Uchiha's wife and you will be treated like a goddess. You are the Uchiha princess now, MY princess, so cum for me Y/n, cum for me My Goddess", he growled above you as you moaned uncontrollably.

He emphasized his words with a harsh, exhilarating roll of his lips as you came undone, as if on cue, thrashing and holding on for dear life as your orgasm crashed on you in waves and you let out several chants of your husband's name.

He thrust a few more times, chasing his own orgasm, before pulling out and spilling over your belly with a low moan of your name. He collapsed beside you, trying to regain his breath, as did you.

Your bodies settled into a sweet embrace and somehow, Madara looked even more god-like in the hazy bliss of the afterglow- his eyelids hung so low that he looked asleep, a lazy smile on his face, his hands caressing any part of your body he could touch.

It really was ironic, you thought to yourself, finding solace in your foe's arms after being abandoned by the ones you thought were your allies and would stand by you.

For peace, you might just have found your love.

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[cozymoko]

Heyyyy! I'm so glad your asks are back on again :) So, could I please request for a yanderes Kakashi, Hashirama and Tobirama with an s/o who has a dragon inside them? It's sort of like how Naruto has Kurama the 9 tailed fox in him. Oh, and the dragon possesses ice powers

KAKASHI HATAKE

📚 As someone who's had a student in your same circumstance, he's undoubtedly overprotective. In a way he just wants to control you–pardon, I meant protect. There is so much abundant pressure on his shoulders but this takes the cake. At this rate, he gets nauseous when thinking of anyone but you, inwardly of course.

📚 It's like Naruto all over again, though he's not complaining. Kakashi would love to experience your misfortunes with you. To know what makes you cry, what makes you kick and scream with pure joy. Or maybe the cause of you chilling the atmosphere every time you laugh. He wants to know it all, experience it all. With you, and only you.

📚 Though finding appreciation in your comrade, for being your temporary guardian, a part of Kakashi just aches with bitterness. At how much suffering they have cost you, all that trauma. Sure you are used to it and all, the distress soon reducing over time but as I've noted, the man is rather protective. If it were his way there would only be one person protecting you, but I'm sure there's no need to name who.

HASHIRAMA SENJU

🌳 You'll be the death of him, and those who've hurt you certainly! The man is nothing shy from clingy, especially after witnessing the scars your childhood has left on you. Good luck on leaving his side! Also deemed to be the only one of the three with zero bad feelings towards your dragon.

🌳 Hashirama is in denial about how deep his kindness runs, primarily at the cost of your being. To watch him go from zero to a hundred is quite, exhilarating. Being the only one to cause his seemingly permanent smile to fall is an accomplishment.

🌳 Adores you and your counterpart, more than you could imagine I'm sure. Additionally, he discloses your ability to handle such an immense responsibility...attractive. Though his attraction would soon turn into an obsession. One that leaves him craving your attention, thirsting for your sweet voice to echo throughout his ears telling him of all your hardships. The ones that he promises will never happen again.

TOBIRAMA SENJU

🌊 Water and ice, what a perfect mix is it not? Soulmates he said, fate he claims, all over a small similarity you share. Perhaps the man is more delusional than I imagined.

🌊 Not hesitant to address any poor treatment you receive. After all, he hasn't been one to hold his tongue. Unlike his much nicer brothers, Tobirama has no mercy, let alone respect for your bullies. It would be in your best interest to hold your composure. Oh, and be a doll and count how many go missing!

🌊 Rather envious of your counterpart and is truly ashamed by the fact. Perhaps it's the idea of them knowing you longer than them, or them being connected to you in more ways than one. Excuse my suggestion, but maybe the probability of you selecting your companion over him unnerves him. But deary, be a little more cautious. I have a growing suspicion that an extraction plan is approaching.

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[wispforever]

No Holidays

1.6k word Hashimada fanfic taking place before Madara left Konoha. Hashirama tries to get Madara to spend Christmas with him and his family. Madara politely declines.

no warnings except angst and canon deaths do apply.

It was the last Christmas Madara would spend in Konoha. Of course, no one knew that. Madara had not even made up his mind, though if he had examined his feelings, he may have had an inkling. Hashirama was quite preoccupied with his own family’s festivities. Mito, Tobirama, his children, they were all waiting for him to arrive home. He’d had some things to finish up as the hokage that morning, but what, or who rather, was really resting heavy on his mind was Madara.

Since they had come together to create this village, though it had blossomed so wonderfully into an oasis of hope and community, Madara had really no interest in holidays. Hashirama figured it had something to do with Izuna, and further, Madara had no remaining family to share Christmas with, or any occasion for that matter. His birthday had been the day before, Hashirama knew. He could not forget, though Madara had told him many times to do just that. He wanted no celebration, no gifts. Just quiet disregard. 

As Hashirama neared the place Madara stayed, he told himself he would respect this wish. He would pass Madara’s house and go straight home. He would not wish him well on his birthday or say merry Christmas. He would not give Madara any gifts. He would offer no comfort or condolence on today of all days. Hashirama told himself he would do just as Madara had asked him to do: absolutely nothing. In indifference, he would go about his holiday.

“Oh…” Madara’s look was not particularly surprised. “Hashirama, hello.” 

He had expected such a visit. It just wasn’t Hashirama’s nature to leave him alone. It had never been his nature. He was always insisting… always relentless. It was one of Madara’s favorite things about him. He tried not to smile at his friend standing in the doorway, waiting so politely with his usual warmth emanating, the bouquet behind his back barely concealed.

“What do you have there,” asked Madara, though it didn’t sound like much of a question. He tried harder not to smile.

Hashirama glanced over his shoulder, laughing nervously.

“Oh, well. It isn’t anything really,” he held the bouquet in front of him. It was made up of flowers that reflected the season: Christmas blooms of this color and that color. Madara knew them well; those same arrangements had made up every birthday he’d ever had and further every Christmas. He had developed that curious distaste for them which a person only develops after experiencing something lovely too much. Like having the same meal again and again; it could be delectable, but soon the very thought of it would make anyone’s stomach turn in disgusted familiarity. 

Even so, in Hashirama’s palm, accompanied by his smile so cautious and kind, these flowers did not seem to Madara so detestable. He was really trying not to smile. 

Hashirama looked to one side than the other, beginning again to talk. Madara could tell he was anxious. Yes, Hashirama knew that he was disobeying a friend’s wish, but he continued anyway in case Madara’s heart did not agree with his mouth. This was Hashirama’s nature.

“These aren’t for you, really,” he began again as Madara let him inside. “Since I’m the hokage, the people, you know, they’re always giving me things and inviting me in.”

Madara nodded, “Right.”

“Yes, they are so friendly, you see, and generous. On my way here, a woman at the flower shop gave me this bouquet. For Christmas, of course.”

His speech was punctuated here and there with a goodnatured laugh, a gesture with the flowers still in hand.

“But I’ve gotten a few bouquets now. I don’t have room for all of them, you see,” rambled Hashirama. Madara could see where he was going with this now. “Maybe you could help me out by taking this one off my hands…”

With the last sentence, Hashirama offered him the bouquet with a grin on his face and wile in his eye. Of course, it didn’t matter the explanation, Madara would take the flowers. However, this was the way of going about things that Hashirama knew would put a smile on his face. And he was right.

In fact, Madara gave a teasing chuckle as he took the boquet and began looking for a vase.

“You’re very pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” he chaffed.

Hashirama beamed in response, and Madara rolled his eyes, smiling more. He put the flowers into a vase and found a place for them on the windowsill. Thereafter, he went to join Hashirama where he’d taken a seat at the table. 

“I don’t suppose the woman at the flower shop gave you any wrapped packages addressed to me?” 

At this, Hashirama cleared his throat, folding his hands in seriousness.

“No, she did not,” he assured Madara.

“That’s good. That really would have been too much,” Madara eyed him. “I know she is very busy. In fact, I believe she has many people waiting on her presently to return home. Isn’t that right?”

Hashirama sighed, sitting for a moment in uncomfortable silence. It was true. He knew that Mito and the children were probably wondering what was keeping him. Not that they would mind, though Tobirama might. He looked across the table at Madara.

“Forgive me-”

“Hashirama, please.”

Madara didn’t want another argument over this, he knew. But Hashirama’s heart ached, his very soul. Knowing his dearest friend was alone on a day that was supposed to mean care and connection between loved ones, knowing he was just a few streets away, knowing he had the power to do something- well, it was too much for Hashirama to bear. Madara’s reprimand was not enough to keep him from trying. He would sooner be hated by his very best friend than stand idly by while Madara sat in loneliness.

“Come with me, old friend. Please. Let me show you the day isn’t entirely lost. We could-”

Madara put up his hand, and Hashirama knew at once to stop.

“Thank you,” he murmured as he got up from the table. Hashirama stood as well, focused intently on Madara. There was a pause, then he continued, “I appreciate you, my friend, but I tell you the same thing every year.”

Hashirama didn’t want to hear him say it again.

“This time is no different. I no longer celebrate Christmas. Nor do I celebrate my birthday. I’ve left these festivities behind. Please, understand.”

Madara’s smile was gone; Hashirama knew he was fighting a losing battle. Again, he told himself he would do as his friend asked. He would understand. He did understand. He would show him some respect and leave him be. He would let Madara have his day and Hashirama would have his. He would not ask him again or try to persuade him. He would honor his wishes by leaving immediately. He told himself all of these things.

“Hashi…” Madara sighed softly. “Why are you crying? I’m alright…”

“I know you aren’t alright!” Hashirama didn’t mean for his voice to be so sharp, but it was such a blatant lie. “How can you say that to me?”

Madara’s expression sobered. He nodded.

“You’re right. Forgive me. I just don’t want you to worry.”

Hashirama sniffled wetly.

“I’m worried…”

Madara smiled in a gentle way. It was sad and endeared. Seeing Hashirama cry always reminded him of the very first time when they had shared the pain of losing their brothers. As he stepped closer to him, touching Hashirama’s arm, he remembered how it had felt then to give a piece of himself to someone else. Gave a part of his grief away to this boy and felt some small hint of relief. Were they still capable of sharing themselves that way? Madara had no idea.

“I can see how you hurt,” he said to Hashirama. “Sometimes I think you feel more of my pain than I do.”

Hashirama pulled him gently into a hug. It almost startled Madara, but he kept the shock from his features. This was unlike them. The last time he was in Hashirama’s arms was while they were grappling on the ground in a spar.

“You are difficult to read,” Hashirama murmured into his shoulder, “to a stranger.”

Madara hardly dared to breathe. 

“But you know I am no stranger. You can’t fool me,” Hashirama said, and his voice was as soft as every bloom that had opened in silence. “I know how much you feel.”

Madara pulled away from him, turning so his back was to Hashirama. To be seen was too great a feat on a day such as that. He would not celebrate any holiday until his brothers could be beside him once again to celebrate too. He would not spend the day in the same room as the man who he had failed to protect his last family member from. And certainly, he would accept no token from Hashirama, the man he’d always dreamt he would create peace with, when he could not even make his fellow Uchiha hear of righting their position of inequity in the Hidden Leaf. How could he? How could he even think of celebrating? How could he pretend he had not failed?

When Hashirama reached for him, he pushed his hand away. What Madara said next, he spoke without turning, and it was not a request but an order.

“Leave me alone now.”

Hashirama paused, watching Madara’s back. A beat passed. 

This time, he knew not to disobey. He had pushed far enough.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, old friend.”

“Tomorrow then.”

The flowers sat gently wilting in Madara’s window for the next couple weeks, but every day when Hashirama came to visit, they leaned up to look at him.

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[lossie92]

number 21 for senju tobirama.i would love to see like people who think he's super scary and intimidating,watch him geek out and start lecturing ab something or the other and be like totally confused bc he's supposed to be some kind of war hawk white demon.

Hi Anon!

Oh I like this one a lot and totally agree that it would be very fun to see! I bet the reactions would have been priceless 😆

On this note, I also really like the idea that despite his reputation, Tobirama is actually a bit of a softy. Just a good, kind of awkward, sweet guy that's hiding under all of that grumpy, prickly exterior.

Like, it comes as a huge surprise to people that he loves kids and that spending time with them, be it for training or just to hang out, makes him really happy (he smiles and laughs far more with his students and his nieces/nephews/Hashi's grandkids than with anyone else combined). People are shocked when they discover he is very family-focused and that he’s willing to help those who require his assistance if they ask. He adores cats and could spend hours just petting them, but dogs have a spot in his heart too, likely because of his mom (if we assume she was Hatake and kept ninken, he would have likely grown up around dogs).

These are just things off the top of my head, but you get the picture, I hope. I think it would be neat if this was the case, you know?

War distorts the way people are seen. Tobirama was probably feared for most of his life for what the rumours said about him and how propaganda had shaped his public image. It's nice to think that some people were able to get a glimpse of something else, maybe the truth about who he was under all the masks he likely wore, the tremendous responsibility put on his shoulder, and the trauma he likely carried with him to his grave.

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