#look at me finally writing a manipulative Tobirama
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I'm always writing about manipulative Madara so now it's Tobirama's turn.
AU where Senju males can get pregnant and Tobirama stalked Madara in one of his missions and slept with the man who was none the wiser about his identity.
Years later after Konoha was built. Izuna joked to Tobirama that Kagami could have passed by as an Uchiha with his dark hair, eyes and pale skin.
Tobirama turn to his friend and replied with an amused tone. " I wasn't really sure who his Father is. "
Izuna had looked confused and ask. " Aren't you the Father? "
Tobirama will stare amusedly at the Uchiha and will answer. " No. I'm actually his Mother. It's a Senju trait you see that there’s men in my Clan that can get pregnant. "
Izuna ( and Madara who was eavesdropping ) gape at the Albino. But the most important question for Izuna to voice is. " Wait. Why aren't you sure who's the Father? "
Tobirama will uncharacteristically chortle and replied gamely. " Cause the man is just a one night stand. All I remember is that he's a very handsome man and he's got a unique name. His name as Indra will definitely remain in my fond memories. "
And Tobirama will internally smirk in triumph as he pretended not to notice Izuna and Madara paling and rapidly put two and two together.
That Madara had impregnated him unknowingly five years ago and that they probably assume Madara had taken advantage of Tobirama.
Now, Tobirama is just expecting one of these days that Madara will finally claim him. Of course, he'll not make it easy for the man. He would need to tighten the hypothetical noose around the neck of man if he wants Madara to be married to him.
He would make sure the damn man will be tied to him for the entirety of their lives. And if it means manipulating everything so he can get the Uchiha.
Well, he wasn't called the Genius and Oni of the Senju Clan for nothing.
#madatobi#uchiha madara#senju tobirama#look at me finally writing a manipulative Tobirama#just thought of this one just because....#amsen writes
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Belonging (Madara x Reader)
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Tags/Warnings: Tobirama isn’t a nice man but neither is Madara, Gender Neutral Reader, Senju!Reader, Slight Manipulation, Cheating if you squint, @brokennerdalert
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“You can’t talk about them like that.” You stood over his desk, palms splayed over the hardwood. Tobirama’s red irises glanced up at you for a split second before returning to his document. The corners of his lips turned downwards in his usual scowl. The candlelight illuminated your wide eyes and clenched teeth. “Did you hear me, Tobirama? Talking about the Uchiha like that is unacceptable!”
“Hear what?” Of course he heard you. He heard you the first time, but Tobirama refused to glance up from his writing. “Talk about those scoundrels like what?”
“Like that.” Your scowl matched his own. “Efforts to unify the village won’t happen if you keep talking like—”
—“the efforts to unify the village won’t happen if the Uchiha don’t stand down.” You reached over to physically stop his quill with your hand. His eyes had since shifted to yours. A stinging resounded behind your eyes throughout your face if only at the sheer frustration at the situation.
“What is that supposed to mean?” The words came out almost in an exasperated whisper. Ink bled out in a wide dot onto the parchment below. The black liquid overtook the writing under your hands. “How are we supposed to build a village when we are at odds with each other? They’ve already lost—”
—“which means that they’ll try to reclaim power whenever they perceive us as weak.” Tobirama gave you a once over, nose wrinkling. He pulled his hand away from yours and you recoiled back. “Like you’re acting right now. Like my brother is acting right now. Senju are not supposed to be weak. I did not choose a weakling to stand by my side, I chose a warrior.” You turned and headed for the exit of Tobirama’s office. He stood from his seat and called after you, but you had already gone.
You always sat at the outskirts of the village when you needed to cool off. The terrain made your location difficult to get to and the cliffs gave you an immaculate view of your new home. Few buildings were actually completed. You could see the construction from where you sat, halted for the day as the sun set a few hours prior, but you could only imagine how beautiful everything would look by the time it was done. But the space was sometimes shared.
“Tobirama Senju’s lover,” a deep voice spoke somewhere behind you. “Sneaking off to see me yet again.” You didn’t bother to make an effort to turn. He had been standing there for a while.
“I wouldn’t say that I’ve been sneaking off to see you—” You locked gazes as he came to sit down next to you. —“Madara.” You looked back off into the distance. The stars were just starting to become visible. “I didn’t sign up for politics. I want to help, but it’s… exhausting.”
Madara said nothing. The two of you sat in silence as the bugs chirped in the forest behind you. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned back. The earth felt soft and dry against your palms. Your head tilted up towards the sky and Madara studied you out of his peripheral.
“You won’t change his mind,” he finally spoke. You hummed and more silence followed. The night grew visibly darker.
Like most men in both the Senju and Uchiha tribes, Madara was a physical being. He sat near you quietly and when you did speak to each other the conversation always ran smoothly, quietly, and articulately. You considered yourself far more trusting of Madara than he likely was of you, for good reason. After all, you trusted Hashirama and Madara had reason not to trust the Senju. You could understand that.
The stars shone on and Madara considered you back until he finally stood. You remained with your legs swinging off the side of the cliff.
“Leave him. He doesn’t deserve you.” You didn’t process his words, but as you turned your head, you were met with an outstretched palm. You glanced from his hand to his face, only visible under the moonlight. “We don’t belong in this village.” Your frown from before crept back onto your lips.
“You’re leaving… Why are you leaving?” Madara didn’t answer.
You rose as well, eschewing his offer to help you up. His arm returned to his side. Behind him, just beyond the treeline leaned his weapon against a fallen trunk. You never considered Madara one for jokes, but you had to be sure. You turned back to look at the village glowing in the night.
“I have to say goodbye.” Your voice trailed off. You hardly recognized it in it’s softness. He was right. Neither of you belonged in the village. You applauded the thought that went into unity and the effort that Hashirama put forth, but there were so many glaring issues that you couldn’t ignore and even more things that you couldn’t do to help. The palpitations in your heart pounded against your veins. A reckless choice, but one that felt very right.
“It would be best if you didn’t.” Madara reached for you again, but you pivoted from him, fiery expression on your quivering face. If he tried to stop you, you might change your mind. You had, after all, only made your decision a split second ago.
“I have to say goodbye,” you said with more force and Madara didn’t fight you on it. Rather, he sighed and nodded slowly.
“I will be here when you return. Come back quickly.”
And you were off.
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Hello! I really like writing about Tobirama x uchiha!Reader. it could be possible with a request with them with promts 53. "It's funny that you think you can actually leave me."With the situation that he, before being Hokage, tried to confess his love but failed, he only insulted her for being a uchiha. Maybe she loved him.With sadness, she leaves Konoha and started to feel better.But tobirama became a Hokage, he finally found her ... If possible? I don't know if I explain it well 😅 Thank you!
Uchiha and Tobirama is indeed a funny thing to write about.
Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, manipulation, mentions of violence, degradation, mocking
Prompt 53: “It is funny that you think you can actually leave me.”
Flashback
“So you’re giving my clan the fault for what happened with Madara?! Our clan had nothing to do with that! We didn’t know that he would go to such great lengths!” You yelled angrily at the silver haired man sitting in front of him. You couldn’t believe him! What had gotten into him. Just a few moments ago the both of you had just taken a peaceful walking through the village with him bringing you to a more isolated area where he wanted to tell you something. And you had hoped that this something would be a confession. But the moment he had opened his mouth he had started wrong, telling you that your clan truly meant trouble for the village, especially with Madara betraying them. “But you could have stopped him, couldn’t you? But you did nothing! Do you even know that my brother could have died risking his life for all of you?!” “If you came here to just insult me you could have done it anywhere else! By the way, it isn’t like you did much to help him either! You just sat here and did nothing! When you were so suspicious of us, why did you let us join this village in the first place?! What would you have done if your brother would have died there all alone with you not doing anything?! Would you have executed us?!” The moment you said that you knew that you had hit a nerve. You knew that Tobirama, even though he often had told you that his brother was an idiot, deeply cared for him. For a moment he looked shocked before his expression hardened. “You Uchiha are all the same. You are damn traitors. I bet you planned this with him, didn’t you? You wanted to take revenge on us because we forced you into submission. Your pride must have been crushed when we stopped fighting and made this contract to finally bring peace between us. But I should have known that all of you are just thirsty for fighting. You are all the same. This village will go under because of your cursed clan! I should have killed more of you when I had the chance too!”
That hurt. He might as well just have kicked you in your stomach. He himself seemed a bit surprised about what he had just said. “Apologize. Now.” Your voice sounded firm and harsh, but under it’s surface you could feel how it threatened to crack at any moment. Both of you just glared at each other and the longer you stared at him, the more you felt the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. But Tobirama didn’t say anything. He just watched you and for a short moment you imagined that you saw a flash of guilt and pain coloring his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a coldness that shattered any hope in you. He just sneered and turned away from you, not looking like he gave a shit. “If you leave now I swear, I’ll never want to see you anywhere near me again!” This caused him to froze temporarily. You glared angrily at his back. You didn’t want him to go. To some degree you could understand him. He was angry because Madara Uchiha, the previous head of your clan, had nearly killed his brother in a fight. Your clan had been just as shocked as him. But that was no reason to let his anger and frustration out on you and your clan. You really hadn’t known about anything. “(y/n)...” You perked up when you heard his restrained voice, trying to not insult you even more than he already did. “Just leave me alone.” This was the last time you saw him for a long time. And to be honest, you wished your last memory with him would have been a more pretty one. Instead it consisted of him turning his back on you and leaving with you just staring behind him before deciding to turn around as well and not wasting a glance back.
Flashback End
“Seriously Tobirama? How pathetic are you? You come now to apologize to me after all this time? What did you expect to happen? That I would just forgive you and we could start acting like nothing has ever happened? Grow up and come back when you have learned how to make up for your mistakes.” You took uninterested a sip from your drink and threw a quick glance at the man who was sitting on the opposite from you. He didn’t say anything, it took him already enough power to try to apologize to you. But he really had nerves to suddenly show up at your front door. But who were you to deny the second Hokage the entry in your small and humble home? “How did you even find me? Did my family tell you? You know, I wanted to make sure to never see your face again. Brings back nasty memories.” His eyebrow twitched when hearing you talking so disrespectful to him. “(y/n), please be a bit more respectful. Just because you aren’t a citizen anymore and are close to me doesn’t mean you can just speak so disrespectful to me.”, he explained, trying to sound calm. “Oh! I’m sorry! I forgot that you are now the Hokage. My whole clan must have thrown a party when hearing this.” Your voice was basically dripping with sarcasm. “By the way, please don’t speak in the present tense. We were close. Now we aren’t. Shouldn’t the fact that I moved away signal you that I don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore? The only reason I let you in is because I wanted to show you that I hold, different from you, no terribly huge grudges like you.”
You knew how to pull his strings to tick him off. And by now he was damn close to letting his temper getting the better of him. “What do you want? Did you only came here to apologize? If yes then please leave. You should work on your apology a bit more. Why don’t you try it in one week again? Maybe then I can find it in my heart to-“ You didn’t get to finish your sentence because suddenly Tobirama stood swiftly up, the sudden impact causing the chair to bang on the ground and slammed his hands on the table, spilling all the tea in your cup over the table top. You should have expected that to happen, but his small outburst still caused you to flinch surprised. But that only lasted for a few seconds before you sighed annoyed. “Look at the mess you made. Now I have to clean that up. Your temper is still like it used to be. You should try to relax for once. You take things too serious. Try yoga or pilates. Maybe that helps your hothead cooling down a bit.” You were playing a dangerous game now. You knew that. But you still had after all those years the bruises from the hurtful he had said about you and your clan. And you could see that he was collecting his last bit of self-control now. He was clenching his fists tightly and took deep breaths to calm down. You didn’t interrupt or say anything to him. You knew that one more word would lead him to another outburst. Worse than the last one. In your opinion you had shot enough venomous arrows at him.
After a few moments Tobirama seemed to calm down. “I’m here because I want you to come back to the Leaf Village.” You blinked surprised. Did you just hear that right? “Excuse me?” “I want you to come back to the village.” Was here serious? For a few moments you just gave him a stunned look before you started to laugh out loudly as if you just had heard the most ridiculous thing in your life. It was probably even one of the most ridiculous things you had heard. “You can’t be serious. You do know that I left Konohagakure because I wanted too. And I like it here. It’s tranquil and peaceful. I know that my family isn’t the happiest with my decision, but they accepted it. And now that you’re officially the Hokage you think you can just drag me back. Hell no.” “But I already apologized. Look, I’m sorry. I really am. I shouldn’t have been so cruel to you back then. But now I want you to come back. I don’t ask this as the Hokage, but as your old friend.” You observed him closer. He seemed sincere about it. A heavy sigh escaped your lips. “I appreciate it that you try so hard to gain my forgiveness. I might consider forgiving you. But Tobirama, I’m happy here. At the beginning I only came here to calm down a bit. But this place has become my home. It isn’t like I abandon my old village. But I just like it here. And if you’re really my old friend you should accept that.”
That definitely wasn’t what he wanted to hear. You could see that he was about to protest, but you just silenced him by saying something before he could. “Nothing what you could say will change my mind. If you would be so polite and leave my home now. I can’t really say that it was nice having you here, but at least I got a long overdue apology.” You gestured told the door. “Please go. I wish you a save journey back. Greet my family for me and tell them I’m doing fine if you can.” But Tobirama didn’t move. He just stood there and gave you an intense look. “I think I didn’t make myself clear enough. I. Want. You. To. Come. With. Me.” You narrowed your eyes. His voice was strict and commanding. This wasn’t a friendly request anymore where you could just reject it you felt like it. This was a command where you had no other choice, but to obey. “Didn’t you just tell me a few minutes ago that you asked me as a good friend? Why do I have the feeling then that I don’t get to choose in here? Are you such a sore loser? Leave my house. Instantly.” “Or what?” He was challenging you, you saw that on his small smirk. “If you don’t want to leave my house, then I’ll do it. When I come back and you’re still in here I won’t care if you’re the Hokage or not. I’ll kick your ass out of here and will send you flying.”
“What if I would say that the house is surrounded from Anbu who will prevent you from running away?” Your hand froze on the doorknob. What? Was he joking? No. You knew him too well. The tone in his voice told you that he had meant every single word. You slowly turned around, activating your Sharingan. “What did you do?” Tobirama had by now sat down on the chair, watching you with an entertained look on his face. “Only making sure that you can’t escape me again?” Again? You didn’t have to ask for an explanation. He did it by himself. “You know what was the reason why I wanted to talk to you in the first a few years ago? Because I loved you. And I still do.” For the shortest of moments you felt your serious face dropping, being replaced by a confused and shocked expression. He was what?! “I thought you thought of me and my clan as traitors.”, you sneered at him. “I did. That was probably why I had such a hard time accepting it and why I insulted you so much.” You scoffed. “You are an idiot when it comes to expressing your feelings. Making someone believe that you hate them isn’t the best way to court someone. And you still don’t do it right. Don’t tell me that you’re here because you want me back. I admit that I might have loved you back then, but not anymore. You become from second to second more unbearable for me. Accept my rejection like a man instead of being a sore loser.” You angrily turned around and slammed the door open. “I don’t care that there are Anbu out there. I’ll finish them off. Just because I don’t work as a shinobi anymore doesn’t mean that I also can’t fight anymore.”
Just as you were about to step out you were suddenly yanked back by the asshole itself. “It is funny that you think you can actually leave me.” Right now he was just mocking you. “Bastard!” With one swift movement you grabbed his arm, turned around that you were suddenly standing behind him and slammed him in the ground, twisting his arm painfully around. “Out. Of. My. House. And. Life.” You spit each word slowly out so that the message would get through his thick skull. “You didn’t get rusty during your time here, did you?” His confident tone pissed you off. “However,” You noticed suddenly something glimmering in the last rays of sunlight. Something that came flying straight through your opened door. A kunai! Damn these Anbu guy. You hadn’t anything to dodge so the only option you had left was jumping away to not get stabbed by it. And this split second where you moved away from him was all Tobirama needed. If it wouldn’t have been for your Sharingan you wouldn’t have been able to process his movements. It wasn’t like you could react in time. In the next moment you were the one being pressed into the wooden floor, your back facing him.
“That wasn’t fair play!”, you yelled angrily, trying to free yourself from his tight grip. “Stop whining like this. You know that most fights are never fair.” You couldn’t shake him off. He had decreased your abilities to move highly so that you couldn’t do much and unless you could turn your head around like an owl did your Sharingan wouldn’t be from much use here either. “So what now? Are you going to drag me back to your village so I can become your little housewife? Sorry, not gonna happen. You should know that I don’t give up that easily. And if I have to claw my way through the whole Anbu, I promise I will escape again. If I’m at it I might also use the chance to ruin that handsome face of yours because your grin makes my guts churn.” Tobirama chuckled a bit. “You still have such a naughty little tongue. But I guess that’s normal in such a situation. But I know you won’t run away. Wanna know why?” You felt his weight shifting on top of you a bit and in the next moment you felt his warm breath tickling your earlobe. “Because you care for your family and don’t want anything to happen to them.” Your heart stopped beating for a short moment. Was he threatening your family now?
“You wouldn’t.” Your voice was slightly shaking. “As the Hokage it’s your job to make sure that the villagers are safe. By doing this you could risk losing your position as the Hokage as well as the trust and respect from pretty much everyone. Not to forget the fact that I would make you pay dearly if you should ever think of harming my family.” You couldn’t twist your head enough to see him, but you could almost picture the grin he had now on his face. “Who said that I’m gonna get caught? I can and I will and attacking me wouldn’t be very smart. You’re strong, but not even you can do much when you’re outnumbered. Not like I’m an easy opponent either. So let’s make a deal.” You were seething by now, wanting to scratch him, bite him, do something to him! “You come back to the village with me and will move into my house. You won’t tell anybody about what happened in here and if everything goes well we will announce our engagement very soon to the village.” He felt horrible all of your muscles tensed extremely up, signing him that you were about to start fighting him again. “Or you decide to be selfish and fight me. Then I think I might have to set the one or another rumor up and sign a few documents. And just like that your family could lose their jobs and houses. But you aren’t going to be that egotistic, are you? Plus all the troubles I would have to drag you back.”
You were shaking by now, you didn’t know if it was due to the storm of anger inside of you or due to the terror which caused you to break out in cold sweat. “So you basically give me the choice of coming willingly and giving up my life or deciding to fight where you’ll use my family against me and still drag me back? So it doesn’t even matter what I choose since the result will remain the same!” “But how much trouble you’ll give others and yourself can be avoided if you make the right choice.” It was so unfair. He had really calculated everything in, hadn’t he? You relaxed your body, a sign that you were giving up. “Fine. I’ll go with you. Asshole.” “I knew you would be smart enough to choose wisely. But I would appreciate it if you would stop calling your future fiancé such names. After all we’re going to spend the rest of our lifes together.” He traced your shoulders in an almost lovingly manner. Tobirama obviously enjoyed the thought of you and him together. You on the other hand could have thrown up.
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Chapter: 1/?
Rating: M
Pairing: Madara/Tobirama
Word Count: 1902
Warnings: Fairly graphic depictions of violence, Dark Hashirama, Manipulative Hashirama, and eye stealing
Summary: Tobirama is just settling into his new life with the Uchiha when Hashirama throws a wrench into things.
For @madatobiweek Day 2: Blind Tobirama
This is a sequel to This Might Work Afterall, please read that one first!
Follow the link or read it under the cut!
When Hashirama finds a hawk waiting for him the next morning he’s ecstatic that Madara is so serious about their childhood dream. After all what else could Madara be writing about? He’d groomed Tobirama into the perfect bride for his best friend. His otouto was the type to bottle all of his feelings up and ignore them, Butsuma may have been the one to teach Tobirama to do it, but Hashirama was the one that regularly took advantage of it. It had been all too easy to arrange everything, Tobirama was loyal to a fault and conditioned to obey him, another leftover from their childhood. Sure he might have exaggerated Izuna’s condition, he honestly had no idea what damage Tobirama’s strike had done, but he wasn’t worried; Tobirama would never mention Izuna to Madara and Madara would never let his husband near his baby brother. Hashirama knew his plan was perfect; soon he’d have his village and Madara would realize he should have sided with him that day at the river.
Madara’s letter is short, barely a sentence, but Hashirama has to read it nearly a dozen times before it sinks in.
“The Uchiha will honor the ceasefire, but that’s it.”
All of his planning, his observations of Madara, and his grooming of Tobirama, worthless. What possible reason could Madara have for such an uncharacteristically stupid response? He’d always known the Uchiha as a whole were idiots, and Madara was especially dense, but this was a whole new level of stupid! The only reason his best friend would have done this would be if Tobirama had acted like a normal fucking human for once and fucked everything up. That’s okay though, Hashirama thinks, he has a back-up plan after all; he’ll just make Madara see that creating a village is the only way to keep everything he cares for safe.
-----Back to Tobirama-----
When Tobirama had first come to the Uchiha compound he had expected to be treated like the freak he was in the Senju Clan; at worst he’d anticipated dodging fireballs every few minutes and at best to be treated with hatred and contempt. Instead he’d found a home where no one thought he was cursed, where no one was afraid to meet his eyes or just casually throw an arm over his shoulders. Tobirama had quickly learned just how tactile the Uchiha were and even being a Senju and married to the clan head hadn’t made him exempt from it. He’d also learned that while the clan clearly thought he was the submissive one they didn’t expect him to be docile, in fact they tended to value his words as though they had come from Madara himself. He didn’t care what role they thought he played, all that mattered to him was that it was him, and no one else, that got to pound Madara into the bedding at night.
“Is your clan always this welcoming?” Tobirama asks Izuna one day over tea a couple weeks after the wedding; Madara was tied up in meetings he didn’t have to attend for the day so Izuna had demanded they hangout. The double Mangekyo Sharingan transplant had been a success, completely reversing the damage done to both pairs of eyes and leaving the two strongest Uchihas stronger than ever.
Izuna hums thoughtfully, leaning a little heavier against Tobirama’s side. “Not usually, no.”
“So I’m special?” The albino asks, bitterness lacing his tone despite himself; it was never a good thing to be special.
“You are special Snowflake,” Izuna chuckles rubbing his knuckles into the snowy locks until Tobirama shoves him off with a huff. “You’re absolutely stunning to us Uchiha, if you weren’t Aniki’s you’d have lots of people fighting for your hand.”
“What?” Tobirama blinks in surprise, he knew Madara said he was beautiful but that was only because they were married, wasn’t it?
“Fair skin and red eyes is pinnacle of beauty for Uchiha,” Izuna points out, “you are literally our definition of beautiful Snowflake.”
“Stop calling me that,” Tobirama huffs, doing his best to ignore the rising warmth in his face; he knew he was blushing, he just hoped Izuna wouldn’t mention it.
“Beautiful or Snowflake?”
“Both.”
Izuna regards Tobirama for a long moment, Madara’s eyes letting him seem more than he had ever before. “You’re not used to compliments are you?”
“I was considered cursed by my clanmates,” Tobirama mutters, eyes falling to his feet, “a ghost of their most hated enemies come to haunt them.”
“Have I mentioned yet that I really hate the Senju?” Izuna mutters, gently grabbing Tobirama’s chin and forcing him to look up, “and you’re an Uchiha now, don’t forget that.”
“Thank you Izuna,” Tobirama says with a small smile, glancing toward the gate moments before it clatters open and Kagami runs over to them.
“Izu-sensei, Izu-sensei!” The young Uchiha pants, bracing his hands against his knees to catch his breath as Izuna jumps off the porch to stand before his student.
“What’s up Kagami?” Izuna asks with a slight frown.
“Madara-sama is looking for you, he says it’s urgent!”
“Stay with Tobirama!” Izuna orders as he rushes off to see what his brother wants; Madara wasn’t the type to exaggerate so he knew it must be bad.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” Tobirama grumbles, even if he knew Izuna had said it because he was worried about Kagami.
“I’m not your babysitter,” Kagami states with a grin too innocent for a shinobi, “I’m your protector! Izu-sensei and Madara-sama said I get to protect you from the Senju should they be dumb enough to show up here.”
Tobirama can’t help but laugh despite how touched he is because hearing something his husband clearly said coming from the curly haired 14-year-old is hilarious. “I feel so much safer with you around Kagami.” The albino says with a smile, ruffling the Uchiha’s hair.
“Since Izu-sensei is clearly busy now, can you train with me?” Kagami asks, stunning Tobirama. Sure he knew that the Uchiha accepted him, but so far the subject of him training with anyone aside from Izuna and Madara hadn’t come up.
“I can’t help you with your Katon,” Tobirama warns, not wanting to get the kid’s hopes up.
“I know!” Kagami states, “but you’re stronger than Izu-sensei and you know his weaknesses so you can help me beat him!”
“Well when you put it like that, how can I say no?” Tobirama chuckles, letting the younger shinobi lead him to one of the closer training fields; clearly Kagami had been told not to go too far from the compound. “Why don’t you show me what Izuna has taught you already, that way I know how many errors I have to correct.”
“I’m telling Izu-sensei you said that,” Kagami chuckles as he starts going through what he’s learned, because he knew Izuna’s reaction would be hilariously over the top and something was likely to be set on fire.
“Go for it.”
As it turns out Izuna was a very competent sensei and Kagami had already mastered the basics. Tobirama may not know all the specifics of the style Kagami’s learning, but he knows enough of Izuna’s style to give Kagami a few counter moves. Things are going smoothly until a spike suddenly bursts through Kagami’s chest.
“Kagami!” Tobirama exclaims, carefully freeing the young Uchiha and laying him on the ground. “Kagami can you hear me!?”
“R-run-!” Kagami manages to cough out before he goes limp.
“Kagami!!” Pushing more healing chakra into the wound, Tobirama fails to notice the presence behind him until someone grabs him by the hair and flings him across the clearing. Tobirama easily twists midair and lands on his feet, facing his attacker, only to go rigid in shock.
“You disappoint me Otouto.”
“No…” Tobirama mutters, clenching his fists to try and hide the trembling. There was no way Hashirama was here, no way that Hashirama had just attacked an Uchiha child, Madara had made it clear Hashirama wasn’t welcome anymore.
“You had one job,” Hashirama continues, stepping on Kagami’s unnaturally still body as he calmly approaches Tobirama, “one tiny, simple job that even someone like you couldn’t screw up, and yet you did.”
“You lied to me!” Tobirama exclaims, anger taking over as he gets ready to fight; Hashirama may be the stronger brother, but Tobirama was the smarter one.
“I merely told you what I was told,” Hashirama states, “my source must have been wrong.”
Tobirama wants to believe his anija, wants to accept that this had just been a simple misunderstanding, but he can’t. Izuna had told him too many instances of Hashirama using him for him to ever trust anything the Senju said. “You lied to me,” Tobirama growls, the air around them growing heavy as the water responds to him. “I won’t let it happen again.” The Water Dragon roars to life almost instantly, but it’s no match for the Wood Dragon Hashirama effortlessly creates.
“It’s so cute that you think you have a choice Otouto,” Hashirama chuckles, sending a barrage of wooden columns at Tobirama, “you are my heir; your life is mine to decide how to use.”
“I’m not your heir anymore!” Tobirama declares, summoning a quick Water Wall to block. “I am second in command of the Uchiha Clan, I owe you and the Senju nothing! Suiton: Severing Wave!” The stream of water easily cuts through second barrage of wooden columns headed his way, but it doesn’t even dent his brother’s Hobi.
“You may have been born a Senju, but I’ll make sure you die an Uchiha!” Hashirama finally moves, lunging at Tobirama, a sword headed straight for his neck.
Tobirama manages to dodge the blade, only for a tree root to pierce his shoulder. He was at a huge disadvantage fighting Hashirama in the middle of a fucking forest without a water source readily available. Using his own sword to cut back the wood, Tobirama jumps back, wanting to draw Hashirama further from Kagami, only to cry out in pain something clamps down on his right arm, snapping his bones clean in half. Before he can get free, a couple vines dig into his legs, immobilizing him.
“We could have avoided this Tobi,” Hashirama comments, a single hand sign coiling the vines around Tobirama’s right leg, snapping first his fibula and then his tibia. “Not going to scream? Beg me to stop?”
“Fuck you,” Tobirama growls, biting his lip to force back a scream as his femur mercilessly bored into.
Hashirama grins at the response, retracting the vines before he backhands Tobirama. The albino crashes to the ground, too battered to even try and get up as Hashirama crouches beside him. “You made me do this Otouto, remember that.”
“Go...to...hell…” Tobirama spits, smirking when the blood hits Hashirama right in the face.
“Crude,” Hashirama mutters, wiping his cheek before grabs Tobirama’s chin in a bruising grip. “Hold still for me Otouto,” the Senju coos, coating his other hand in an unfamiliar iryo ninjutsu.
Tobirama can only stare, eyes widen in shock, as Hashirama carefully removes first one, then his other eye. The last thing Tobirama sees is Hashirama’s stupid grin.
“Goodbye Tobirama,” Hashirama mutters, pressing a kunai to his brother’s throat, “perhaps now Madara will realize he should have joined me.”
“Fuck you,” Tobirama mutters, slipping into unconsciousness, barely feeling the kunai glide across his throat as a familiar inferno of chakra washes over his senses and he fades away.
“TOBIRAMA!!!”
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You write an amazing smut! Hashirama is such a sneaky bastard. He knows exactly how to manipulate Madara. Madara will never leave him. Not now when he knows how Tobi is manipulate and hurt. Uchiha couldn't leave Tobirama alone at Hashirama's mercy.I don't know if you plan to continue the series, but if so, I have some suggestions. I would like to read the promised double penetration or scene where Tobirama was rude and must be punished.
Hahaha, thank you!!! I’m having a ridiculous amount of fun writing it, and I’m definitely happy to take suggestions - I only have one part planned after this, so more prompts are welcome!
Accordingly, per your prompt (and, as usual, for @blackberreh-art!), here’s part four of the I-really-should-name-this-something series
Tobirama stumbles a little when he leaves his labs, but that’s probably just because he ran out of food at some point and didn’t bother to stop what he was doing to get more. It’s fine, though. Totally worthwhile. He’s come up with something really great, tested it and recorded it, and once his chakra reserves are back the way they ought to be, he’ll show it to Hashirama and -Hashirama’s here.Why is Hashirama here at home in the middle of the day? Tobirama squints at his brother, who has his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl. “Don’t you have work you’re supposed to be doing?”“I declared a holiday.”That gets Tobirama’s attention. “Anija, no!” he exclaims. “Do you know what an administrative nightmare a new holiday would -”“He’s joking,” Madara interjects, because he appears to have also skived off work for the day. Is Tobirama the only person with a work ethic around here? “We finished today’s meetings early and took the rest of our work home. We’ve been worried about you.”Tobirama blinks owlishly at them. “Worried…?”“You’ve been in there for six days,” Madara continues, scowling. “And from the look of you…have you slept at all?”That depends; do catnaps count as sleep?…maybe he shouldn’t answer that question. Not that it matters; he’s sure the bags under his eyes tell the truth for him.“You’ve been very naughty, making us worry like that,” Hashirama says, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “That’s not very nice of you, you know. I think you need to be punished.”Tobirama is going to protest, because whatever Hashirama might think he is not a child anymore, except suddenly Hashirama is shining very bright, chakra overwhelming, and it’s going straight to his head and -Tobirama wakes up feeling considerably more refreshed.Also, in a more concerning development, unable to move.At all.There are roots and vines twined everywhere around him, immobilizing each limb, crossing over his chest and hips, even climbing up to hold his head and neck steady. His chakra is being suppressed – with an Uzumaki seal, no less, so breaking it will cost more than it’s probably worth.He’s stuck.But not unsafe.“Oh, good,” his anija sings out from somewhere he can’t see. Not that it matters; his comforting chakra is everywhere around, meaning that Tobirama hasn’t tensed up or started to panic. “You’re awake!”The roots ripple around him - a surprisingly pleasant feeling - and next thing Tobirama knows he’s suspended upright, hanging from the wall and still unable to move.“Why?” he asks, meaning his current situation, since asking to be let go would clearly be futile. Hashirama cups his face in both hands, pressing a kiss to Tobirama’s forehead. “You worked yourself into near chakra exhaustion. Again. What if you’d collapsed in your labs?”Then he would lie there until time had healed him, like he’d done before. Obviously.Equally obviously, telling Hashirama that was not going to be conductive to getting out of this.“You shouldn’t worry your big brother like that,” Hashirama continues sternly. “If you can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, I’m just going to have to do it for you.”Tobirama sighs. He knows where this is going. "You’re just going to be punishing yourself, too, you know, keeping me tied up like this,“ he tries. "If you don’t let me down, you’ll have to do my paperwork.”Hashirama’s grin tells him his gambit isn’t going to work this time.Whatever. It’s fine! While admittedly this level of total immobilization is moderately new, Hashirama has locked him away before, tied him up like this before, it’s something he does when he wants to reestablish control; Tobirama can handle it. Sure, he’s helpless, but it’s just Hashirama. Hashirama would never truly hurt him…unless he thought it was for Tobirama’s own good, anyway.Still. He’s mostly safe.“What. What are you doing?”…right. Madara lives here now, too. Tobirama feels the back of his neck go hot with embarrassment. Madara’s presence is…new. He’d tried to go home after their little week together - and seriously who was Hashirama kidding with his concerns about chakra exhaustion, he’d nearly killed them all with sexual exhaustion - only for Hashirama to announce that it was rather inconvenient for members of the Hokage’s office to live far away from the administrative center and that Madara, as the only one distant, should move in with them.
Madara asked, very politely, if he was insane.
Hashirama responded by suggesting, very kindly, that if Madara preferred to limp on home, stinking of sex and newly applied ink, to explain himself (and the brand-new tattoo on the sole of his foot) to his brother and the rest of his clan, he was welcome to do so.
Madara agreed to move in with somewhat alarming alacrity.
Tobirama hadn’t quite understood what was wrong with explaining (he himself would never, of course, but then he’s a very private person, while Madara had always struck him as rather extroverted in comparison, particularly with his close family), but he’d been cheered, briefly, by the thought that maybe, just maybe, he could finally escape being used as Hashirama’s favorite cuddling pillow every night.
No such luck.
It turns out that Madara is also a rather aggressive cuddler, and somehow Tobirama seems to always end up lying right in the middle. It’s a good thing he enjoys being warm at night or else he would be forced to murder them both as they tug him back and forth between them in their sleep.
Really, is it any wonder he retreated to his labs at first instance?
Though maybe – and he’d never admit this out loud – he may have gotten a little bit carried away, if it was enough to make Hashirama break out…this.
“I’m punishing him!” Hashirama chirps, entirely unphased by Madara’s twitching. “So that he learns it’s not good to worry us like that.”
Notably, Hashirama doesn’t suggest that he thinks this will be effective at deterring Tobirama from doing it again in the future should Tobirama think the cause justified. He’s at least figured out that much.
Madara’s mouth opens and closes mutely for a moment. “So you tie him up on your wall? Naked?” he finally says.
“He clearly can’t be trusted to take care of himself,” Hashirama sniffs. “So I’m going to have to do it for him.”
Tobirama really isn’t looking forward to being spoon-fed again. It’s humiliating, even if Hashirama takes such glee in doing so.
It’s not that Tobirama minds being hand-fed in the normal course of events – he’s certain that Hashirama’s been sticking food in his mouth with a “Try this, Tobirama!” since he was a baby, so at this point he’s resigned himself – but he has a distinctive distaste for being fed because he can’t use his arms.
Worst punishment ever.
“…he seems uncomfortable,” Madara finally says, after apparently dismissing at least five other objections that seemed to come to mind.
“It’s a punishment,” Hashirama points out. “He hates keeping still –”
“He sits still all the time.”
“No, he fidgets. Haven’t you seen him playing with that spinning figurine the Nara gave us, the one on his desk?”
“I thought he did that just to irritate me.”
No, that was just a fringe benefit.
“I’m fairly sure that’s just extra fun,” Hashirama, who knows him too well, says with a shrug. “He used to fidget with his arms but he – doesn’t anymore. Anyway, he hates being kept still, which makes it a perfect punishment. I usually keep him like this for a few days.”
There’s an entire history in that brief pause, of Tobirama’s one point of contention with their father and tears shed on Hashirama’s shoulder and the way their father sometimes coughed up flower petals in the weeks before he died while Hashirama smiled, but that wasn’t history Madara needed to know.
Not when Madara’s already done so much for Tobirama already, the hot press of his lips on Tobirama’s chest and the wash of forgiveness turning a mark of shame into nothing but old scar tissue. There was no need to burden him with more.
“A few days seems a bit much,” Madara says, crossing his arms. “Especially since the village will probably fall apart without him.”
“See, anija?” Tobirama can’t help but say. “I told you.”
“We manage fine when he goes out on mission,” Hashirama says, ignoring him entirely.
(That was the other part of this punishment that Tobirama disliked: Hashirama would dote on him or ignore him, but Tobirama never has any say in the matter when he was bound like this.)
Madara’s still frowning, though, so Hashirama finally heaves a great big sigh and says, “Well, if you like, I could do something faster if you promise to help.”
Madara squints at him suspiciously. “Promises to you are dangerous, as I’ve recently learned,” he says.
Tobirama can’t help but snort at that. “Recently? You’re the one who promised to build a village with him; now look where we are.”
Madara doesn’t look at him, keeping his eyes focused on Hashirama, but he hasn’t mastered Hashirama’s ability to compartmentalize anything he doesn’t immediately care to think about so Tobirama still sees it when his lips twitch upwards suspiciously.
Hashirama shrugs grandly. “It’s not like I’m going to force you –”
“Since when?” Madara and Tobirama ask in unison.
Definitely a twitch of Madraa’s lips then.
Hashirama pouts at them both.
It’s an absurd expression on someone so powerful.
“Tobirama, what do you think?” Madara asks, surprising Tobirama. “It’s your – er – punishment.”
“I feel like asking that defeats the purpose of this exercise,” Hashirama grumbles.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make me suffer either way, anija,” Tobirama says, automatically reaching for a way to comfort and support his brother. It’s a terrible instinct, especially under circumstances like this.
Hashirama brightens, though, and that’s worth anything.
…he thinks.
“Fast and with audience participation it is,” Hashirama declares, because of course he thinks that any decision left to Tobirama is his to decide, and unfortunately he’s not wrong about that.
Tobirama still takes the time to nod at Madara, who in a rather confusing turn of events seems to care much more about whether Tobirama agrees to things and who prefers confirmation that Tobirama doesn’t mind. Which he doesn’t! He’s already resigned himself to whatever Hashirama has in mind – especially since Hashirama will be absolutely insufferable if he doesn’t get a chance to try whatever he’s thought up – but also he really would rather be able to move sooner rather than later.
So it’s basically the same as him agreeing.
Then Hashirama whispers in Madara’s ear, which is mildly worrying, and Madara smirks, which is more worrying, and next thing Tobirama knows he’s got Madara’s mouth on his cock, which is very worrying but also mind-blowing enough that it distracts him from worrying.
“You realize, anija,” he chokes out, trying desperately to thrust into Madara’s hot mouth even though he knows logically that it’s a terrible idea and he’s only setting himself up for future misery, and anyway that it’s pointless because his hips are being forced into stillness right now, “that sexual deprivation isn’t going to work every time.”
“I don’t know,” Hashirama says, sprawling out in a chair that curls its way out of the floor. He’s never bothered to go get an existing chair in his life, even if there is one two feet away as there is now, and this is why Tobirama’s always giving people sets of slightly mismatched chairs as housewarming presents. Eventually someone’s going to figure out his motives. “I think I have a good window of time before it stops being effective. That’s good enough for now, Madara, come back here.”
Tobirama whines when Madara retreats, which he knows is essentially conceding Hashirama’s point, but still.
Madara’s chakra crackles, making him whine again as the nerves down his spine light up, and it’s really entirely unfair how quickly Madara learned to do that.
It’s also unfair how much Hashirama has warmed to the idea of providing visual stimulation (if by stimulation Tobirama means additional torture, which he does), because he’s pulled Madara into his lap and watching Madara sprawl out like that, all boneless and moaning and head lolled back onto Hashirama’s shoulder as Hashirama’s clever fingers work him over –
Unfair.
Tobirama struggles to move, even knowing that he can’t, and he feels that burn of humiliation that he always gets when he fails to escape except now it’s mixing in with lust in a way that speaks worryingly of Hashirama’s future plans and how he’s playing right into them but he really can’t bring himself to care right now because he just wants – something.
“You’re doing so well for me, Madara,” Hashirama purrs into Madara’s ear. “Helping me like this, worrying about Tobirama – you’re the best friend a man could have.”
“I – I feel like we’ve gone – ah – somewhat beyond – yes, that, more of that– beyond friendship at this point,” Madara pants.
“Nonsense. Whatever else we are, we’re still friends,” Hashirama says. “You’re my dearest friend, my precious person, and I’ll love you forever and always, no matter what.”
And he means it, too, shining and sincere, charismatic enough to make anyone believe in him even if he were lying but it’s all the more potent because he’s not.
Tobirama feels what is almost a prickle of jealousy, but he learned that he must share his brother’s love with Madara years ago by a riverbank and had that lessons seared into his mind again during that previous week, so instead of jealousy he just feels envy that Hashirama is praising Madara and not him.
If that’s the punishment, it’s a very good one, but somehow Tobirama suspects there’s more to it.
“In fact, you’ve been so good, I should reward you,” Hashirama continues. “Would you like a reward, Madara? Say please.”
Madara grunts.
Hashirama leans down and bites Madara’s shoulder, sharp and sudden, and Madara’s whole body spasms in a way that suggests he enjoyed it tremendously.
“Use your words, Madara,” Hashirama scolds, if anything said in that low growl, menacing and overwhelmingly sexual, could be properly classified as scolding. “Come on, pet, you can do it for me.”
It takes another minute of torment, but eventually Madara forces out a desperate-sounding “please” between his lips, biting them with his teeth until they’re red and plump and Tobirama wants to kiss him more than anything.
Well, maybe not more than he wants to come, watching them like that, or more than he wants to join them, but – more than anything else.
Hashirama’s not done, though.
“Please what?” he asks, eyes round with innocence.
“Please – reward me,” Madara chokes out between groans. “Please!”
“Well, all right. Since you asked so nicely. How about a nice show?”
Show? What type of –
Tobirama feels one of the vines curled around his legs unwind just a little, making its slow, creeping way up his inner thigh.
Oh.
That type of show.
No, wait – Hashirama can’t mean – not with his Mokuton, not with vines and roots instead of hands and fingers and –
“Anija!” he shouts, feeling the vine slide up higher and start to prod in a purposeful sort of way. Hashirama’s used the Mokuton on him before, of course, and even during that week he used it liberally enough to hold him down or move him in place but he’s never – not inside –
“Shh,” Hashirama says. “You’re being punished; this is Madara’s reward. You should be quiet and let him enjoy it.”
Tobirama opens his mouth to say – something, he’s not sure what, but he’s certain he would have come up with something adequately snarky and cutting, except before he can get a word out there’s a thick wooden branch sliding between his lips, fat and heavy on his tongue, and he can’t do more than make incoherent noises around it as it forces his jaw open wide.
“Oh,” Madara says, a half-choked off sound full of something like wonder, and Tobirama feels his face burning again. It hadn’t occurred to him how it would look, his lips wrapped around the branch as if he were sucking it, but now that it has he can’t stop thinking about it.
It’s only made worse when Hashirama’s murmur – “Look what a pretty picture he makes” – drifts over to him.
The roots binding his body start shifting then, too. They don’t give him any leeway to move, but crawl all over his body, alternatively tight and confining or soft and stroking, and Tobirama finds himself whimpering as they curl up on his chest, flicking at his nipples until he’s sure they’re bright red against his pale skin, as red as his cock is, hard and straining and wrapped around with one of Hashirama’s vines that start moving back and forth in a pale imitation of what Hashirama’s hand is doing to Madara.
It’s such a conflicting burst of sensations – the tightness around his cock, the branch in his mouth, the feelers on his chest, the feeling of two chakras pouring over him, the sight of Madara falling to pieces before him – that Tobirama, unforgivably, forgets for a moment about the vine between his legs.
Naturally, that’s the moment that it pushes into him, slick and wet with its own sap, and the surprise makes him shout, muffled by the branch in his mouth as it is.
“What are you doing to him?” he hears Madara ask, but he’s distracted by the strange way it feels – the vine is cool, not warmed with blood the way fingers or a cock would be, and it twists around inside of him in an altogether unfamiliar way.
“Let me show you,” Hashirama says, and suddenly Tobirama is moving – not of his own volition, but being moved, the roots rearranging his body as if he were a doll to be posed at Hashirama’s pleasure – for Madara’s pleasure.
The posing comparison is particularly apt, he finds, as the roots put him on display. He feels himself burn up again, that overwhelming humiliation-tempered-by-lust sweeping through him again, as his legs are spread open and raised up so that Madara can see him, pinned and immobile, getting fucked not by a person, no, but by the manifestation of Hashirama’s will, watch him reduced to writhing and grunting and moaning by nothing more than a vine –
A second vine slides up his legs, a smaller one, twining around the one already there, and Tobirama has less than a moment to realize what it’s going to do before it does it and suddenly there are two vines moving in and out of him, one dedicated to hitting that spot within him that makes him see stars and the other to opening him further, pushing in deeper and harder, and he moans.
“Fuck,” he hears Madara say. “Oh, fuck, look at him – just look –”
“I bet I can fit another in his mouth, too,” Hashirama says conversationally, and Tobirama doesn’t think he’s right because his jaw is already aching but apparently he’s wrong, he can fit in two, and now he’s got them thrusting in there as well – less a gag now than a substitute for a cock, and he can feel himself drooling all over them, leaking from the corners of his mouth, messy and filthy; he must look disgusting –
“Beautiful,” Madara says. “So beautiful.”
And now Tobirama’s burning again, embarrassed beyond belief that Madara is seeing him like this, skewered open like this.
Even his hands are being used now, thick vines slipping in through his fingers and with the barest encouragement from Hashirama he finds himself working his hands up and down them as if they were real.
“Beautiful,” Madara says again, and that’s enough, that’s reason enough even if he knows he’ll wake up in the middle of the night for weeks thinking of this moment, blushing furiously at the sight he must be making, the display he’s putting on, whorish, so greedy that not even the half-dozen thick vines Hashirama is forcing on him is enough.
And he hears Hashirama saying as much, too, laughing at him, teasing him, “Look at him,” he says, “all that and he still wants more, don’t you think? Look at my stern, serious little brother, always proper, knowing every rule of etiquette; look at him now, what do you think of him now?”
“I think he’s perfect,” Madara says, his voice low.
“Oh, he is,” and Hashirama’s voice is fond as ever, fond and loving, and that’s why Tobirama lets him do things like this, obscene things he’s never even imagined, all because he loves him so. “He’s always perfect, my Tobirama – perfect fighter, perfect scholar, perfect administrator, perfect little slut.”
Humiliation should make him thrash with fury, embarrassment should make him turn away in shame, but instead his cock is leaking and tears stream down his face as he tries so hard to thrust his hips only to be stopped by the vines. As an object lesson, it’s a very good one: he’s not in control here, not at all, not even over instinctual responses that his body is begging him for.
Everything about him belongs to Hashirama, now just as always, and by hurting himself he’s hurt something of his brother’s and that is not allowed.
“What do you think, Madara? Look at him – perfect, just like you said. Putting on a display like that, the perfect wanton little whore. The best brothel in Konoha couldn’t put up someone better than him, taking all of that at once like that and enjoying it too. Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment, though, does it, with him enjoying it so much – I bet he’d do it for real if we asked nicely enough, don’t you?”
Tobirama writhes, red in his cheeks and his ears and blush going down his chest because he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t, surely, he has too much pride than that, too much dignity –
But if his brother asked…
“Think about it,” Hashirama laughs in Madara’s ear, Madara’s eyes spinning red as he brands the image Tobirama is making into his brain forever. “The village’d never lack for money if we rented him out. People would line up for the privilege, and no one would care how many he’s had before as long as he takes them, too. Or maybe we could offer him to visiting diplomats as a perk – see how well they negotiate in the morning when they’ve had him on his knees the night before, sucking them all off, letting them come on his face, on his hands, on his body until he’s sopping wet –”
“No,” Madara growls, and his gaze is so intense that Tobirama imagines he can feel it on his skin, burning and hot and dark the way his chakra is, bubbling oil scorching him from the inside. “No one else. He’s ours.”
Tobirama wants to say something, do something – wants to kiss Madara, take him into his arms, thank him somehow – but he can’t do anything, anything at all; he’s entirely at their mercy.
Hashirama laughs again.
“All ours, yes,” he says, smug and satisfied. “All mine, both of you. I could have you like this any time I want, Tobirama, you know that, right? Doesn’t matter where or when: all the houses are made of wood. Just think about that for a moment. You could be in my office, sitting at your desk; you could be kneeling at the dinner table at home; you could be snug asleep in your bed, and none of it would matter. You’d never have the slightest warning until my roots are wrapped around you.”
Tobirama’s thinking about it, oh, he’s thinking about it. Thinks about waking up in the middle of the night already split open, legs pushed apart before he was ever aware; thinks about his office chair suddenly reaching up for him when his mind is preoccupied with paperwork; thinks about the flimsy door to the Hokage office and the window where shinobi come through on a regular basis without warning – where they could see –
Yes, he’s thinking.
He really wishes sometimes that he could stop thinking.
He wishes he could beg Hashirama for forgiveness, for mercy, for relief, but gagged as he is he can’t do more than plead with his eyes.
“Should we have pity?” Hashirama asks Madara. “I don’t know. I’m not sure he’s adequately made it up to us, all that worrying he’s put us through. I think we need a little more.”
Tobirama’s not sure what more he can possibly give.
But Hashirama’s voice is dropping too low to be overheard and he’s whispering instructions in Madara’s ear, Madara nodding obediently – because everyone obeys Hashirama eventually – and the next thing Tobirama knows Madara’s not in Hashirama’s lap anymore, he’s pressed up hot and heavy against Tobirama, and the vines between Tobirama’s legs are pulling out, leaving him empty, but Madara’s there for him, pushing in instead.
It’s so much better, hot flesh giving easily the way the wood and plant matter didn’t, and Tobirama moans, helplessly approving.
The branches slip out of his mouth, too, and Madara kisses him, whispering, “Beautiful” at him even though Tobirama knows his face is wet with tears and drool. He’s not beautiful, he knows he’s not, and especially not now, but sometimes when Madara says it he could almost believe it.
But then Hashirama’s there, too, pressed up behind him, pressing up inside him, first fingers and then cock, sliding in easily where the vines have already stretched Tobirama open, and – oh –
“Anija,” he whimpers. “Anija – you’re – you’re inside – you’ve never –”
It’s not really the first time he’s had his brother’s cock, not really; during their week together he’d learned to suck him, had him in his mouth while Madara rutted inside him, and certainly he’s had Hashirama’s fingers in him from well before then (that horrible talk about the importance of masturbation in maintaining one’s health, fuck, the demonstration portion of that went on for hours and hours and he’s still mildly shell-shocked to this day about it) and Hashirama certainly talked about doing this, but somehow, somehow, the reality is still different.
“Fuck,” Madara says, and buries his face, red and hot, in Tobirama’s neck. “Oh, fuck, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is, fuck, why does that do it for me –”
“You’re so cute,” Hashirama coos, even as he wraps his long arms around them both. He really is far too tall; he can make even Tobirama feel small. “Both of you, my precious people, so cute. Tobirama, make that cute little face again and say ‘please fuck me, anija’.”
Tobirama has no idea what face Hashirama’s referring to, but he needs to show that he can be good, too, the way Madara was being good earlier, so that Hashirama will be pleased with him, will praise him, too, so he obediently says, “Please fuck me, anija.”
Madara groans and stops holding still, starting to move, and Hashirama’s moving, too, and somehow this is nothing at all like the two vines from earlier, it’s less coordinated, less timed, and it’s so much better. Tobirama’s being tugged between them, as helpless as he was beneath the roots, being used by them, feeling their cocks rub up against each other inside of him, hearing Madara curse and Hashirama laugh and it’s so good, he loves it, he’s so happy that he can do this for them when even a few weeks ago it would have seemed impossible.
“So good,” Hashirama says. “You’re so good, Tobirama, taking us both like this. Don’t you like it when we share?”
“Yes,” he gasps, and his voice is slurring as if he’s drunk, drunk on pleasure instead of sake. “Yes, yes, please, please share me, share me whenever you want, have me, use me –”
“How are you this perfect,” Madara says, and his hands are tight on Tobirama’s hips and his chakra is metal-bright and warm on Tobirama’s tongue and he’s not even asking a question, not really, he really thinks that, he thinks Tobirama is perfect, no one thinks that, no one but Hashirama.
And Madara, now.
“Anija, please,” he begs, because he can do that now, he’d forgotten somehow. “Please, I’ll be good for you, I won’t make you worry, please, just let me come, please –”
“Us first,” Hashirama says, not without sympathy. “This is a punishment, after all.”
“Please, anija, I’ve learned better, I know better, I won’t, I’ll be good, just please –”
“No, Tobirama. Us first.”
“Don’t worry,” Madara grunts. “I’m not going to take long.”
He doesn’t, thankfully, and Hashirama loves seeing them after they’ve come, all fucked out and mindless and split open right down to the core, so he’s coming not much longer after that.
Tobirama can feel them, both of them; feels them both pull out, their come dripping down his thighs and mingling together until it’s impossible to tell whose it is, and he’s sore and he’s hard and he whines, long and high, and finally, finally, Hashirama has mercy on him, releasing him from the vines – all of them, even the ones that were stimulating him, and reaching down with an amused expression to push his fingers inside once again, coating them with his come, with Madara’s, and just thinking of that has Tobirama coming at last without any more help than that.
He’d be ashamed of himself, of how easy he is to please, except that he doesn’t have any space to feel anything other than pleasure and relief so sharp it almost hurts.
“Shh, shh,” Madara is saying, his hands running across Tobirama’s overheated body gently. “Come down, nice and slow, we’ve got you.”
Tobirama comes back down to earth, finding himself on the floor with Hashirama on one side and Madara on the other, and he doesn’t want to move a single muscle ever again.
“I think that was a good punishment,” Hashirama says, satisfied.
“Stop gloating and go to sleep,” Madara says, his eyes already heavily lidded. “Though I guess someone should probably go get some water to clean us up.”
Tobirama considers the possibility of someone leaving right now, even for so short a time, and finds it unacceptable, so he lazily makes the signs one-handed and douses them all with warm water pulled from the humid air right outside their window.
“That,” Madara, now awake again and glaring, says, “was not what I meant.”
Hashirama starts laughing.
Tobirama decides he doesn’t care – Madara still hasn’t left, after all, and the water was hot so really he has no basis to complain even if his hair will probably get a little tangled from it – and so he closes his eyes and goes to sleep, his brother’s laughter and his lover’s grumbling still ringing in his ears as he does.
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Omg he would loveeeeeee ittttttt. The first time he hears it he probably stops like :O what the cute shit!!!! Wait do it again!!! And tries his hardest to get her to moan as often as possible (doesn’t take much. this man is a sex god). Imagine her blushing because of it too omg kajshdkajhkfjs it makes Hashirama just wanna devour her
Honestly I very much approve of this I would love to be a Tobirama specific blog but I would get too lost in the Tobirama sauce. I deadass considered a Tobirama only blog one day, buttttt I still have hoe feelings for my other boyfriends as well. THANK YOU THOUGH. I love providing the Tobirama hoeness <3
He would totallllly do this yes for sure. It’s romantic and classy, perfect for him
Noooo I don’t ): A lot of people were getting salty about it because of the people they were matched with so I took it down. I’m making another one though! I found a much better website to do it on, so hopefully people will be happier with their results
Oh shit. Hashi definitely, to give us some comic relief every once in a while. Chrollo to get us back on track yes I agree. Probably Robin from One Piece, I love a smart hoe. Shikamaru, another smart hoe. I would probably just annoy him until he gave me the answers I needed
I’m veryyyy much considering getting into it. It looks funny asf but also really good like??? I’m trying to watch more anime and add to my fandoms list. And attention to minor characters?? Hell ye??
@geld-sama omg thank you fam. I have 100% fantasized about that ngl, glad to finally put in on paper(on blog??whatever)
Tobirama definitely lmao. Tobirama couldn’t seduce a fish. Idk if that makes sense. But that’s what I think about his seduction skills. I mean, he CAN seduce his s/o really well. He can be so saucy and hot. He’s just not going to want to
Oh yeah 100%. Even if he really loved someone, he’d probably still be manipulative during darker, more stressful times in the relationship. He’ll feel guilty about it, but he can’t stop. He just has this thing where if things don’t go his way, he panics, and feels like the only way to go around it is to manipulate his s/o and play with their emotions. It sucks, and it doesn’t happen often, but just often enough that it may be a problem
AHHHH HOE ILY!!!! This makes me so happy. I’m trying to make my updates more frequent so I hope I’m delivering <3 thank you fam <3
You damn right. You damn right. That powerup ending shit still kinda annoys me butttttt it be like that sometimes
As for the OC/s.o, she has backstory simply to make the story flow, and less for my own recreation, ya feel? If she was just bland and there for romance, I don’t think it would fit very well. But I keep the OCing down to a minimum so as to keep the focus on the drama and canon, and less of her own backstory. I’m hoping it flows well ahhhhh
@hextme I loveee writing sugar baby request holy shit aksjdhaksjdhfkajsh and OMG. I’m.... hoping.... it entices you to watch.... these shows.... ((((: I love it when you just look at a character and know they’re daddy material though. I feel that. Hard.
AHHHH PLS I am so happy reading this ur gonna make me cry. I try so hard sometimes but I feel really proud of myself in the end and ah THIS message. Thank you. ily. so much.
I’m prettttty sure I have some headcanons, but no scenarios ): I think there MIGHT be some on my other blog. The founders masterpost on this blog isn’t updated because there are too many links, it always messes up my coding. I really can’t recall rn I’m so sorry ahhhh. I’ll try to look and then reblog the post if I can find it??
I think I just used “headcanon meme” for most of mine? Is that what you mean? If you’re asking because you want the original post, I can neverrrr find it, it always takes me a while. I would just look up headcanon meme online and then tumblr, and hope it comes up. It usually works for me if I search through a few blogs
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For the ask meme.
Hello, Following Dreams, too. Not far from the previous scene, actually. Because this one mesmerizes me every time I reread it.
* [It is a really good thing I did not make any bets with Elena about which stories would get commentary requests because so far she’s dead on.]
“Does she eat normal humans as well?” Tobirama asked, a sinking feeling in his chest as he looked away.
What a disappointment, he thought, looking at the table covered in notes. All those useless questions… [I don’t think Tobirama’s ever been the type of person to let personal pain or desire stop him. He’s basically as ruthless with himself as he is anywhere else. Not really one for double standards about going easy on himself when it comes to doing what’s necessary.]
Mad'ra huffed. “Can you burn paper for warmth despite wanting coal? [Honestly, do you guys know how difficult it is to write fire metaphors or descriptions without sounding trite and overused after you’ve cleared 30,000 words? There’s only so many ways to say stuff, but there’s my brain, being an asshole to myself for the sake of writing.] It won’t boost her like gods will, but it’s useful in it’s own way… what are you doing?” he asked slowly.
“A conflict is starting, and your enemy wants power,” Tobirama said, ignoring the spreading chill in his body as he gathered the papers and tapped them into a neater pile. “I won't—”
“What are you— how are you even?! Stop that!/ Mad'ra demanded, grabbing Tobirama’s wrist, gold fire gleaming under his skin as he pushed warmth back up through Tobirama’s arm.
Tobirama met his eyes as he did his best to smother that hot power under the wash of his own magic. [I do like the implication here that Favorites have an actual choice in being chosen and Tobirama can do something about it if he didn’t want it, even after the fact. That was a thing for me in this fic. There’s so much in mythology - Greek especially - where it’s really not a great thing to attract attention from Gods and such, and while it’s still very dangerous here, I LIKE the thought that you had to have cooperation to mark someone a Favorite. Of course, Tobirama still confuses Mad’ra because undoing it once you’ve welcomed it isn’t really a thing. Gods aren’t really known for changing their minds, among other reasons.] “If I have your magic, she’ll seek me out. I will not lead her to my family.”
/Stop! Ju— I swear!/ Mad'ra snapped. /I swear that you won’t lead her here. She might come anyway, but it won’t be for you. You’re a deterrent, if anything, because I’ll notice if she's—!/
/I’ll swear it’s not you. I’ll swear it,/ Mad'ra said, falling utterly still as he held Tobirama’s gaze. /It’s not worth having you if you don’t want to be had, but don’t… / [Consent folks. Consent is important for healthy relationships. Also, Madara is a prideful bastard but his type of prideful bastard is a good thing right here. Mad’ra might not always be nice by human standards, but he’s not going to do awful things to someone he likes for not wanting him. (I’ve read Greek mythology. Gods can be fantastically horrible.) This line is one of my favorites because it says some important things about Mad’ra’s character, but hell if I can explain it all because I’ve been rewriting this comment for 30+ minutes so someone else can analyze this if they want. It probably also says things about my dislike for gods being used to excuse dubious consent. Admittedly there’s probably still questions of consent in FD’s world because where there are power imbalances there are always questions about even unintentional, situational coercion, and- nevermind. I’ll refrain from that soapbox. TO SUMMARIZE: to have a genuine, respectful relationship, both parties need to have the option and ability to walk away, and bless Tobirama’s various qualities that led to the situation where I got to write this line. Also, I planned none of this section in advance so a round of applause for whatever part of my brain spawned this.] his lips pressed together tightly, shoulders tight with tension under his tunic.
…don’t do this… [I’ve mentioned Madara’s prideful right? Wanting something and asking for it when it matters can be hard. I loved having this still be understood by Tobirama though.]
“… She’d come anyway?” Tobirama asked, stilling his own magic but not backing down. Mad'ra didn’t let go, but his magic didn’t press forward either. [respect and freedom of choice, *pats Mad’ra’s head*]
/That long-haired brother of yours who smells like leaf litter: [Ok, I admit: I enjoyed referring to Hashirama like this.] he’s one of two beings who can manipulate the Tree,/ Mad'ra said, voice loosing some of the extra tones. /She’ll want him dead automatically, but close kin might one day do the same./
“So she’ll want to be thorough,” Tobirama finished grimly, watching Mad'ra nod. He glanced between the still God, the warm hand on his wrist, his stack of papers, and he really considered whether this situation even had a good answer at all.
But it wasn’t a lie. He knew it wasn’t.
“I want all records and information on her,” he said finally, feeling almost overheated as Mad'ra’s magic blazed through his chest half a second later.
“Fine. Good. I am perfectly happy to share all the possible ways of maiming Zetsu’s and making her fucking life difficult,” the God offered, cautiously releasing Tobirama’s wrist. “If you want strategy you can talk with Izzz—” Tobirama raised an eyebrow as Mad'ra choked to a stop. [Mad’ra adores his brother, but if anyone thinks that Iz’na being his twin rather than his younger brother has made Izuna less inclined towards laughing at or provoking his brother’s flailing, you should definitely think again. Siblings are great and terrible, and it’s my headcanon that Izuna has just as much fun poking Madara with a stick occasionally as child Hashirama did in those flashback scenes. I’m certainly not tired of messing with Madara.] “You can talk with Sak'mo,” he declared. “Sak'mo was there as well so that’ll be two viewpoints for any questions.”
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