#and Izuna wants to pull his hair out

[autoauthor]

Garden

The Senju have a tradition of a courtship garden.

Well... It's called a "tradition" but that's actually just to hide the fact that it's something their bloodline compels them to do.

When they feel strong affection towards someone, they feel the urge to nurture and grow plants on their behalf. This doesn't actually have to be romantic affection. Expecting mothers are some of the Senju's most prolific gardeners.

Hashirama continues to maintain plants for all of his brothers.

He's also the first person to realize that Tobirama's in love. Granted, it's hard to miss the abundance of flora that have suddenly sprung up around Tobirama's home. He doesn't even seem to realize it himself.

The main flowers are:

Tansy: resilience, a fresh start

Red Amaryllis: pride, splendid beauty, determination, worth beyond beauty

Red Carnation: love, passion, admiration, courage

Red Snapdragon: love, passion, deviousness, grace

Purple Orchid: respect, dignity, confidence, peace and forgiveness

Peony:

Meanwhile, the Uchiha value something made with one's hands. Something that shows your understanding of the person in question. For example, one could write a song to represent them or paint a mural of a memory you share together. I'd say more, but I really think my ideas for Uchiha courtship should get it's own post.

Either way, it's not like Tobirama is giving Izuna the flowers (yet). He just finds himself compelled to tend to the garden after every time they interact. Surely there's no correlation.

[sailornymph]

f*ck me like you mad at me; uchiha men

synopsis — how the uchiha men are in bed

content warning — choking, slapping, foreplay, established relationships

a/n — hello everyone and welcome, i hope you enjoy, please stick around for more.

♡︎ madara uchiha

— at least 8.5 inches, all uchiha men give third leg energy

— he’s really loud, he moans, grunts, calls out your name; anyone passing by could probably hear him, he doesn’t have any shame

— he loves cowgirl, he likes women who are strong like him and he enjoys watching you show him how much you could take

— loves to fuck your face after a long day

— he’s not into foreplay and not much of a eater, but his fingers, they’ll make your toes curl everytime

— he is rough, but with care, asking you if you’re okay, how does it feel, are you ready

— he may be a warrior and clan leader but in the safety of his home with his wife, he is a gentleman

— he’s okay at aftercare, it’s usually you catering to him and he tends to you along the way. if you were to run him bath water, he invites you in and you’ll bath each other

“-just like that,” madara grunted, holding your hip, his other hand exploring all over your body. you were grinding your hips, and it mostly only felt good for you, but watching you was enough to keep him hard.

“madara, fuck me harder,” you whined, gasping then laughing in excitement as his hands instructed you to bounce.

“oh baby, rougher please, fuck me like you’re mad at me,” you panted. your lustful words were enough to make him give in.

madara helped you as you continued to bounce, this time, he made sure you felt every inch, moaning louder every time you took all of him. leaning up, he took your nipple in his mouth. your hands tangled in his messy hair, as you held him closer.

“you’re going to make me cum,” you cried to him.

“cum all over me,” he groaned, going back to sucking your breast.

“yesyesyesyesyes, i’m cummimg, i’m cumming,” you cried out, but he pulled you close, kissing your lips and muffling the lucid noises.

you continued to moan, slowly grinding your hips, as he slapped your ass, squeezing it. his seed squirted all over your walls and you didn’t pull him out like usual, just continuing to grind your hips. once you were satisfied and stopped, he pulled himself out, wrapping his arms around your body.

“the others probably heard us, we were so loud,” you shook your head in embarrassment.

“i doubt it, we were louder last time,” he sighed, thinking of last time he came home from a mission and the two of you went at it for hours.

meanwhile, outside of his home, a few clansmen passed the house, all having horrified expressions.

“lord madara is a very passionate man,” one of the young shinobi said, their face crimson.

“we’ll have an heir in no time with those two,” izuna laughed, turning to leave.

♡︎ itachi uchiha

— 7. 5 inches and is on the girthier side

— low airy moans and sweet words

— missionary so he can see your pretty face or riding him, while he hugs you closely

— this man is an eater and a master with his fingers

— he could lick on your beautiful pussy all night, your cum coating his fingers and he would be content

— he doesn't ask for oral but is fine with it if you initiate

— he is incredibly gentle with you, treating you as if you are fragile and could easily break at the slightest touch

— as his health is declining, sex doesn't happen as much as it used to, but when he has the courage and strength, he wants to make sure it is slow and precious, making the night rememberable for both of you

— the aftercare king, you won't have to lift a finger, he will take care of you and everything else

“i’m cumming,” you moaned lowly, your leg lifted onto itachi’s shoulder. he had been at it for almost an hour now. you were past your third orgasm and didn't understand how his tongue had the strength to keep going.

“you’re so sweet, angel,” he complimented, kissing your inner thighs, as your body twitched. as the reaction wore off, he lowered his head, ready to eat some more, but you shook your head, pulling him onto the bed.

“i’m ready for more,” you said, as he kissed your lips. falling backward into the pillows, you watched as he took off his clothing.

“i love you, angel,” he said, kissing your collarbone.

“i love you too,” you cooed, as he kissed your lips next.

pushing his cock into your cunt, you both moaned, before he moved his head to start kissing your neck.

“i don’t want to make love tonight,” you said, catching him off guard.

“i want you to fuck me like you’re mad at me, just this once, a little rougher,” you encouraged, as he hesitantly nodded.

“if it hurts we’ll stop immediately,” he said, as you nodded, biting your lip.

planting his hands on the sides of your head, he began thrusting. your voice getting louder, as you moaned. the bed frame hitting the wall repeatedly. he was thankful that you lived in the small cottage a good distance from anyone so that no one could hear the noises you were letting out.

“do you like that, angel?” he asked, smirking as you nodded, before begging for more.

placing a hand around your throat, he lightly squeezed, as he spread your legs more with his free hand. you could feel your cunt stretching more and more, making room for every inch he had to give and you loved every minute of it.

“are you going to cum for me, princess?”

“yesyesyes, please make me cum on your cock,” you moaned to him, as he continued thrusting, his hair covering his face.

“it feels so good,” you continued, hungrily grinding your hips.

“fuck,” Itachi hissed, grabbing your hips. he was cumming hard.

“i feel all of it, inside of me,” you giggled, grinding your hips more before you came.

“i don't think i’ve ever came that fast before,” he admitted, burying his face in your breast, taking in your scent.

“perhaps we can do it like that more often,” you suggested.

“perhaps, but we’ll have to come up with a safe word,” he offered. he was always thinking of your wellbeing.

“oh itachi”

♡︎ indra ōtsutsuki

— he’s a big dick meanie having about 9 inches

— he is a dirty talker, calling you everything under the sun but a child of god

— he’s a misogynistic and it will show how he talks to you

— doggystyle! he loves backshots so he can push your face further down, spanking your ass until it’s sore

— lightly slapping your face, holding your nose as he fucks your mouth

— he doesn’t really like you, but you’re his wife, meaning that you are meant to be used by him any way that he sees fit, right?

— he is rough, tossing you around like you are nothing but his personal doll

— he isn’t into aftercare, if anything, it is you who should be offering to care for him because it is your role as his wife to cater to him

“lord indra,” you called out, nervously fidgeting with your fingers, as you stood outside his bedroom.

“what is it?” he asked coldly, he sat legs crossed, obviously trying to meditate.

“i wanted to…i wanted to ask if you if-

“spit it out woman,” he scolded.

“i wanted to ask if you could fuck me,” you said, clenching your thighs together. he hadn’t touched you in weeks, despite you being on your best behavior.

“you really are a whore, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

“yes, my lord,” you nodded, as he finally looked at you. your kimono was slightly open, nothing underneath.

“come here,” he tilted his head at you.

hastily you rushed over, falling to your knees, as he stood up. it took all of your willpower to not reach and touch yourself. he looked at you with disgust, but a hint of interest.

“you left your room dressed this way, what if someone else saw you? but you want another man to see your body, don't you?” he roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“no, my lord, i only want you,” you moaned.

“right, to fuck you?”

“yes, my lord, i want you to fuck me like you're mad at me,” you plead, as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he didn't say anything, pulling his hand back, before slapping your cheek.

“you slut, you interrupted me to satisfy your sexual urges, i'll make sure to fuck you so hard, you’ll think twice about asking again,” he said, as you nodded.

“please punish me,” you begged, nearly moaning as he tore your kimono open. slapping your breast a few times, he opened his kimono, pumping his pink cock.

“open your mouth, bitch,” he said, thrusting into your warm mouth. humming, he grabbed a handful of your hair.

reaching down to rub your clit, you gasp as he yanked your head backward, slapping your cheek.

“did i say you could touch your pussy?” he said, watching as you quickly moved your hands back up, caressing his abdomen and sides, as he went back to fucking your throat.

you were perfect, taking his length like you were supposed to. he had trained you amazingly, from an inexperienced virgin to a slutty housewife, but he would never tell you that. you didn't need to know that you were doing a good job, it would only go to your head.

instead like always, he pulled out of your mouth, grunting a few times as his cum spilled all over your breast.

“thank you, my lord, it tasted so good,” you praised him, before turning around, putting your face against the floor, your ass in the air. sending a slap to your ass, you winced.

“you have a lot of nerve, you stupid whore, bothering me, i should fuck you until you can't walk,” he frowned, slapping your ass again, then again, and again. the pain mixed with pleasure only made your pussy more wet.

pushing his cock into your wet hole, his hands immediately went to your waist. you moaned, lifting your head, but he slapped your ass, pushing your face back onto the floor.

“your pussy is so wet and tight for me, all mine, only mine if you ever cheat on me, i’ll kill them, all of them, you wait until i’m ready to fuck this little cunt, i don't care how long you have to wait,” he said, thrusting in and out of your sweet pussy.

“y-yes, my lord, only yours,” you struggled to speak, squeezing your kimono. as he sped up his pace, you began pulling away from him, but he held you close, as he kept fucking into you.

“stop running, you wanted this, so take it, bitch,” he ordered.

“it's too much,” you whined.

“you interrupted me about getting fucked and now it's too much, it's too late for all of that,” he said, as you moaned loudly.

“oh, kami, i’m cumming,” you cried, clenching around him, as your body jerked at the sensation.

you were hopeful that he would finally cum inside. you had been married for almost two years with still no heir. asuma told you he has overheard indra tell their father it was because neither of you was ready for it.

pulling out, he pumped himself, grunting as the semen sprayed all over your ass and lower back. pushing away the nerve-wracking voice in your mind, whining about how he had yet to cum in you, you sat on the back of your legs facing him.

“thank you, lord Indra, you’ve been very generous to me,” you bowed, going to stand, when your legs gave out. before you could hit the floor, his hand guilelessly went to your waist, catching you.

“sorry,” you nervously laughed.

“you can stay tonight,” he said, his face showing no emotions.

“really?” you smiled, excited.

“i need a bath, and you do too, so crawl,” he said, watching as you nodded, actually crawling to the bathroom.

he could forget at times how much he secretly enjoyed having a dumb slutty wife.

♡ obito uchiha

— 8 inch loverboy

— a whimpering mess, he is touch starved and now that he has someone who loves him as much as he loves them, he easily becomes a mess

— this man is a freak, he is doing any and everything, as long as he gets to do it with you

— loves early morning blowjobs, tasting your pretty pussy, mutual masturbation, he just wants to touch and be touched by you

— he is versatile, sometimes he is gentle, sometimes he is manhandling your body

— he loves foreplay and is always willing to try new things, you want to try anal, he will make sure the prep is perfect, you want to roleplay? he’ll even dress up as whatever if you ask

— he never thought aftercare was important until he got with you and now he caters to you

— behind the villain is a soft boi who just wants to love you and treat you like the queen you are

“you scared me,” you jumped, noticing obito. he still wasn’t used to you living with him and oftentimes appeared without making his presence known.

“sorry, love,” he said, taking off his cloak, watching as you approached him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“how was your day?”

“i accomplished a few things, you?”

“boring and lonely,” you pouted, as he turned to face you, his hand going down to cup your ass.

“maybe i can help fix that, now that i’m here?” he proposed.

“please do”

“how can i help with this boredom and loneliness?”

“fuck me”

“is that all?”

“fuck me like you're mad at me,” you tried biting back your smile, as you stared into his dark eyes.

“anything for you,” easily tearing off your nightgown, his hands explored your body. perfect, everything about it was perfect. no one could make his cock as painfully hard as you.

lifting you into his arms, your legs going around his waist instantaneously. pumping himself a few times, he aligned with your entrance, before letting your cunt pull him in deeper. throwing your head back, you held him close as he kissed along your neck.

“you ready, baby?” he asked, smirking as you nodded.

“yes,” you moaned breathlessly.

without another word, with a firm hold on your thighs, began thrusting into you. your eyes rolled back as he fucked you as if you were nothing but a whore to him. nodding your head, you opened your mouth, tongue out, letting obito spit into your mouth.

“just like that, i love it,” you cried, before smashing your lips into his own.

“you're so tight baby, you're squeezing me,” he whimpered, as you dragged your tongue along his jaw.

“cum inside of me, as many times as you want,” you moaned, your voice getting louder as he sped up.

“fuck yeah,” you laughed, throwing your head back, as he slapped your ass.

“i’m about to cum,” he told you.

“wait for me, we'll go together,” you cried, placing wet kisses along his shoulder, as you both moaned, drunk with horniness.

“right there, i’m cumming,” you whined and finally he released, filling you up.

“hm, so good,” you exhaled, feeling almost refreshed.

“i didn't hurt you, did i baby?” he asked, worriedly.

“no, you were amazing,” you kissed his lips, as his cock fell out of your creamy pussy.

“good,” he said, feeling better after having your reassurance.

“obito”

“yes baby?”

“take me to bed,” you whispered, your eyes burning with lust.

“yes, my love”

♡︎ sasuke uchiha

— 8 inches, i don't make the rules, he's tall, slender, and quiet, meaning it’s heavy

— he's unsurprisingly quiet, but small whimpers and groans will escape his mouth sometime

— he has your legs folded like a pretzel, in the mating press, he has to restore his clan after all

— keeps his shirt on because he's self-conscious, but likes it when you touch him

— likes sucking your breast while he rubs your clit or you jerk him off while kissing him, but he isn't into oral

— incredibly sweet and gentle, while showing his strength

— he knows his redemption won't happen overnight and being more loving to you than before is very important to him

— he isn't the best at aftercare, but with your words of encouragement and instructions, he will get better

“i’ve missed you,” he said lowly, standing in the doorway, he had come home just as you had gotten out of the shower. the fluffy towel still around your body.

“i’ve missed you too,” you smiled. he had been trying so hard to communicate more.

slowly, he approaches you, swiftly lifting you with his arm. his hand resting under your ass, while you held onto his shoulders, peppering his face with kisses. he was still as strong as ever.

“want to know what else i’ve missed since you’ve been away?” you smirked as he nodded.

“your big cock, i miss you fucking me like a slut, do you miss that?”

“yes,” he whispered, his breathing getting heavier.

“are you too tired tonight? i need you so badly, i want to fuck me like you’re mad at me,” you bit your lip. your pussy was already leaking.

“never,” he said and before you could speak again, you were already being gently placed on the bed.

opening your towel, sasuke straddled your lap, taking his cloak off, revealing the gray shirt underneath. leaning down, he lapped his tongue over your nipple. using his hand to pinch the other. reaching down, you unbuttoned his pants, but when you reached for his shirt, he reached for your hand.

“no”

“it’s okay, you’re with me,” you encouraged him, as he hesitantly nodded. unbuttoning his shirt, you opened it but left it on.

taking out his cock, your walls clenched at the heaviness of it. the girth, the length, the visible veins, as he stroked himself. the precum already leaking out. once hard enough, his thumb went to your clit, rubbing a little, before he pushed himself into your wet tight hole.

“yes baby, just like that,” you moaned, as he lifted your legs, crossing them, before pushing himself all the way in.

“so beautiful,” he mumbled.

“you’re making me so wet, keeping going, you’re fucking me so good,” you whined to him, reaching to touch his toned abdomen.

you were already creaming all over him, as he kept going in and out. he was thankful that your eyes were shut because you couldn't see him place the kisses along your feet and ankles. he was disappointed in himself, the fact that it took all this time, for him to finally cherish you and now he couldn't get enough of you.

“ah, sasuke, i’m so close,” you said, your legs shaking, as he held them folded together.

your walls repeatedly clenched around him, as he let out a series of uneven grunts. he was close and he didn’t even know if you wanted him cumming inside. shaking under him, you began to unravel, coating his cock with your juices.

“shit,” he hissed, about to pull out, when you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.

“cum inside,” you moaned, biting your lip, as he filled you up.

with every drop of his seed released, your legs fell, and you smiled tiredly batting your lashes at him. pulling him onto the bed, you kissed as if you'd never see each other again.

“lord seventh has to stop sending you on so many missions, this house is so lonely without you,” you pouted, playing with the ends of his hair.

“maybe…maybe having a child around could keep you some company, until i am home?” he struggled to say, his face burning in embarrassment.

“you want a baby?”

“with you,” he added on, a small nod.

“then we have to get really busy-

“we can start tonight,” he interrupted, motioning for you to sit on his lap. you were in for a long night.

[belit0]

I loved how you worded my request. This time, Madara and Izuna are in love with T/N, who belongs to the Senju clan and threw herself into the void when cornered by an opponent, falling into the Uchiha clan's river. Still alive, they pull her out of the water and decide to marry her, so she abandons the Senju surname and adopts the Uchiha.

My hand slipped and turned this into a dark, yandere one ajshdkasjd

The first thing she registers is the press of earth beneath her fingers—cold, soaked, trembling from her limbs like something dying.

She coughs.

Breath claws its way back up her throat like a parasite.

Her vision sways.

She hears laughing.

Soft, unhinged, far too pleased for the taste of mud still in her mouth.

-She’s awake,- Izuna sings, like a boy finding a bird with a broken wing.

She tries to lift herself but a hand—calloused and trembling with excitement—pushes her right back down.

-Shhh, don’t strain yourself. You looked so peaceful like that. Limp. Pretty.

Her eyes fly open.

Izuna is crouched beside her like a beast with too much hunger and nowhere to put it.

Wet hair falling into wide eyes.

He's smiling too much.

Too sharp.

-Senju girl,- he hums. -You looked better dead than any of them alive.-

Her blood runs cold. She tries to scramble back but he catches her ankle in one hand like it weighs nothing.

-Don’t.- His smile doesn't falter. -You might slip again. I had to dive for you, you know. Almost drowned myself. It was romantic.-

She kicks him—hard—but it doesn’t matter. He’s laughing even as she does it, and she can feel the tremble of it through his grip.

-Let me go,- she hisses, ragged, breathless.

Another voice answers. -No.-

Madara stands like a shadow behind Izuna, Sharingan burning through her bones.

-You had your chance to die.

-It wasn’t a chance. It was a choice.

Madara’s gaze doesn’t flicker. -Then the river made a poor one.-

She freezes. -What do you want from me?-

-Everything,- Izuna whispers, crawling closer now, fingers trailing up her shin like a lover’s touch turned wrong. His grin twitches.

Madara doesn’t answer immediately.

Then:

-The Senju can’t have you. They left you behind. They let you fall.

-They don’t even know I’m alive.

-Exactly.- His voice is calm. Cold. Final. -We will tell them nothing.-

Her stomach twists.

-You can’t keep me here.

Izuna tilts his head. -But we already are. Isn’t it sweet? Like a honeymoon. You, and me, and Madara in that great big estate with all the silence. You’ll love it. You won’t need the outside. The outside only hurts you.-

-You’re insane.

-Yes,- he agrees, shameless. -But I’m yours.-

Madara steps forward, his shadow stretching over her body like a cage.

-This is mercy. You live. You belong. You forget the past.

-And if I don’t?

Izuna doesn’t even let her finish the breath between.

He grabs her by the wrist and yanks her upright so fast the world spins.

-Then we start cutting pieces off of it,- he says, still smiling.

She opens her mouth—maybe to scream.

Maybe to curse.

But Madara is already there, one hand wrapped around her jaw, tilting her face toward him with gentle, deliberate pressure.

-You are Uchiha now.

Her breath hitches.

-Say it.

A command.

No anger.

Only inevitability.

She says nothing.

Izuna leans in, nose brushing her cheek, inhaling like he could memorize the shape of her fear. -It's okay, you'll say it, eventually. And you’ll like it soon. People always come around.-

-Especially when there’s nowhere else to go.- Madara’s thumb brushes over her lip.

And then, simply:

-Walk.

They don’t bind her.

They don’t carry her.

They expect her to move, to obey.

And she does.

Because their eyes are on her back, and the river doesn’t take twice.

[ha1taniwh0re]

Speedy love

Sum: aside being gang member rindou and others love to make car meetings and races, so what happened when he plays little bet with his favorite racer? Words:1675

Warning: nsfw, age gap (reader 19, rindou 29), p in v, oral (both m received), overstimulation, creampie, squirting, degrading, petnames(baby, darling, slut, princess, babygirl), recorded intimacy , hair pulling, mocking, teasing, mention of marriage….

A/n: i got idea and thought why not? If i forgot something im sorry, but also if nsfw is bad im still practicing writing it😭

00:00, midnight 🌙

Dark streets, beautiful pink racing car going through streets, going to end of Tokyo to get off road and bum. After 500m party going. Illegal car meetings with car racing, fights, gambling, finding girls and men, motorcycles, cars. As i parked my car in middle i heard cheering i smirked, slowly my leg in heel boots to knees step out first and than me. My skirt twirling, crop top showing my beautiful chest perfectly and baggy jacket one. My face having enough makeup to make me flawless. I heard people whistle and cheering. I got to one particular group. Tenjiku~. I got to group, Izana as leader sitting proudly with him his dear friends Kakucho, Mochikuze, Madarame, Muto and of course brothers Haitani, Ran and Rindou. First i looked at was Rindou, my biggest racing enemy. Rindou was in black pants and shirt showing off his tattoos, glasses on, hair half in ponytail and half down, sneakers, some accessories and cigarette between lips.

“Hey guys~”

Everyone turned to me and smirked. I may not be officially Rindou’s girlfriend but they all named me as his girl.

“yo rindou, your girl’s here” Izuna smirked and smoked joint.

Rindou scoffed and looked at me.

“Wassup baby”

“Wassup rin” i said nonchalantly.

He smirked and stood up and got to me, hand slipped around my little waist.

“Ready to eat dust tonight?”

“The one who will is you not me”

“Really? Wanna bet?”

Others immediately peaked up ready to bet good money but also make other people here bet so they earn money. Tenjiku is knows to organize this meetings and police can do nothing as firstly everything is out of tokyo so they don’t care, after all they use abandoned places for this meetings, second like they want to involve with tenjiku.

“You know i love to bet”

“Winner gets to do what they want with loser for rest of night huh?”

I smirked, i knew he did it on purpose.

“Deal”

Ran ever the one who loves bets took megaphone.

“listen here bitches!!! Rindou and [name] are racing tooooonight!! Let me see that bets here!! 100$ to get in betinf”

everyone cheered. After all it’s not like rindou and i sere some little racers, we are top ones and when we race, it’s good show. It’s also not easy for betters to easily know on who to bet, but there’s the fun in betting. Rindou and I got to our already prepared cars and got inside ready to race. Engines went loud but so did crowd with big let’s gooo!! Show him!! Show her!!! And that shit. A girl came to center with flags ready to set race go, her hands went up but our legs went on peddles. As her hands along flags went down loud wroom went loud and two cars disappeared in second. Adrenaline, speed, urge to win were all taking big parts in this, i took lead making Rindou disappear behind me.

“Tch, my baby has some teeth”

He speed up and in second i was eating dust but as he passed me i saw him blowing me kiss, i stepped on gas within second we were next to each other, head to head. As we got near finish line for human eye we went over finish line at same time but for those who were watching better Rindou went over finish line first. We emerged our cars and Ran’s voice through megaphone went.

“what a race!!! Im sorry darling but my dear brother got before you for just a second”

A loud cheering went on for rindou who smirked and light up cigarette. I scoffed and came to him shaking hands.

“Not bad”

He pulled me by hand to him.

“Enjoy a bit more here darling because later your next destination is my penthouse”

I chuckled, of course a deal is deal. I lost bet now i pay the price.

“And what will we do at your penthouse”

“Enjoy~”

01:26am🌙

Haitanis’ apartment was huge with beautiful view of roppongi, but who gives fuck about that when Im bent over couch Rindou behind me shirtless with pants on, he undressed me fully just so he can tease me. He started from my feet, his kisses trailing upwards, soft lips that made my head spin. As he got to my jucy ass he smirked he kissed one cheek like squeezing other.

“Tell me you little slut, did you want this? Did you dream about this?”

He smacked one cheek making me leave one pathetic moan, his eyes darkened.

“Oh you did?~ my oh my. You are just 19 baby, and im 29. Do you think i would do anything to you? Do you think i would fuck you? I can find ladies who are ten times better than you and older so why should I be here with you? Hm?”

I know i should be offended or embarrassed but god damn it i felt my pussy clenching on nothing. I squeezed couch and making pathetic noises.

“rin… please”

Rindou smirked and kissed my ass one more time before pulling away to light a cigarette. I looked at him confused, will he really stop?

“Rindou!”

He smirked and sat on armchair, undoing his pants and continued smoking

“Let’s see what you know babygirl. Don’t disappoint me, i let you play with boys before you sleep with me. Come on show me what you learned. Don’t make me think i waited for nothing”

Within seconds i was between his legs pulling his boxers down along pants i gasped at size. He wasn’t too long it was enough but it was thick. He tapped my cheek, like light slap.

“come on, it’s for licking not looking”

I bit my lip and opened wide and slowly put tip in, i moaned immediately as it was too much, i slowly bobbed my head up and down, at first he was just smoking not making sound and i felt like im not doing enough, one hand slid to balls and other was stroking rest of his dick i didnt put in mouth.

“Jesus Christ, babygirl!! Where did you learn that!?”

As he was enjoying he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. No guy my age could know how good it makes them feel to play with balls, did i sleep with someone older before him. No! It was supposed to be him as my first older man. He yanked me by hair.

“Who tought you that? Huh?! Did you sleep with other older guy before me?”

“No, i… i watched porn”

Rindou opened mouth to say something but was too stunned to speak, but than he smirked.

“My oh my~ baby baby, you are such a slut”

He slapped me lightly before pulling me to him by throat.

“Now you will sit your pretty pussy down on my dick, no i will not eat you out before this because you are already too wet and i can’t wait to make you scream”

Before my brain could process his words he showed his dick in me going hard immediately. I screamed in pleasure, he groaned. He was slamming me down on his length.

“Jesus princess…. You are so wet it’s sliding perfectly in and out”

My mind was preoccupied with pleasure to answer him, he watched all the faces i made and smirked. He was kissing my neck.

“I will take pictures of you okay baby?”

Oh that idea made me explode with excitement. I nodded and he took his phone and snapped pictures of me, than he put video on. He was squeezing my perfect tits that bounced.

“Ride me darling come on”

with that i started riding him fast as he was filming me i smiled to camera, he chuckled.

“You like to be filmed huh baby? Maybe i should show this to Ran and others? Would you like that?”

I nodded no as i went on faster.

“No? That’s right because they can’t see this! This is for me babygirl, not them! Me”

I felt i was close i went faster, my hips grinding on his. He pulled me in rough kiss, all sounds in room were sloppy kissing and slapping skin on skin. With in minute i came all over his length he smiled but didn’t stop fucking.

“Rin, oh god~ rin i finished”

“I know princess, but you can take more right?”

He went faster, his dick showing deeper in me, hitting that sweet little spot that made my stomach spin, but than i felt weird like i need to pee.

“Rindou i have to use bathroom wait”

“You don’t have to babygirl, you are not gonna pee you are gonna squirt so do it, wet my body in your jucies”

That deep voice and perfect face made me dig mu nails in his shoulders and put hips up making him slip out and squirt all over him and floor. He chuckled smacking my ass making my pussy vibrated. As i calmed down from my high he put me on floor and got on top of me showing his dick back inside. Skin on skin along sloppy sounds from previous orgasams were heard, i was moaning into his ear and just like that it sent him over edge. Beautiful “ahh~” was heard from him as he sank deeper in me filling me to brim. He pulled out and watched his cum leaking he smirked.

“I hope you are on pill darling. Because if you are not we will have little passenger on next races”

I blushed and he chuckled. He picked me up and kissed my cheek.

“I wouldn’t mind putting baby in you soon, after all you are my wife”

I smiled as i looked at ring on my finger. Rindou and I love to play like we are not married when we are at car races as it gives more adrenaline, and it feels different whenever he reminds me im his wife at end of such a passionate intimacy.

[ladykissingfish]

Izuna: Tobiiiii ... Tobirama: I love you, but you saying my name like that makes me want to punch you in the face. Izuna: Fine, then. Tobirama? Tobirama: Yes, my pet? Izuna: I'm so hungry; I think I might die of starvation soon. Can you make me something to eat? Tobirama: Have you broken your legs and are therefore unable to take yourself to the kitchen to make some food? Izuna: No. But your food tastes so much better than mine. Come on, this is your own fault for spoiling me with gourmet cuisine ... Tobirama: "Gourmet" seems like a bit of a stretch ... but very well, if it'll get you to leave me alone to finish my work ... *goes into the kitchen with Izuna humming and trailing happily behind him* Tobirama: I'm afraid I'm a bit pressed for time; I have to finish my notes for Hashirama's meeting before this evening. So you'll have to settle for a sandwich. Izuna: What kind? Tobirama, pulling out various ingredients: Leftover pot roast, tomato, lettuce, mayonnaise, a dash of that spicy barbecue sauce that you like, and some sliced red onions. Izuna: That sounds delicious! *puts his arms around Tobirama's shoulders* You take such good care of me ... Tobirama, lightly patting Izuna's elbow before setting about his task: Not really much choice in the matter. You tricked me into marrying you, and your brother would have my head on a spit if he thought that I wasn't spoiling you rotten. Izuna: I "tricked" you? *snorts laughter* That's hilarious. You all but broke down Madara's door, begging him to let you wed me! Tobirama, indignantly: Oi, what was I supposed to do? You had suitors lined up for miles! I was supposed to let some nobody take away the one human that I can tolerate on a daily basis? Tsk; be serious, now. Izuna: You do more than "tolerate" me, old man ... *slips between Tobirama and the counter, wrapping his arms around Tobirama's waist* Admit it; you're head over heels in love with me. Verifiably insane with passion and lust ~ Tobirama: Very dangerous, dear, to get this close to a man holding a knife in his hand ... Izuna: *wraps himself even closer* How dangerous? Why don't you show me how you use that gigantic knife of yours, mm? Tobirama: *later that night, at Konoha hospital* Madara, being held back by Hashirama: You fucking bastard!!! Let me go Hashi, he's going to die right now, I'm strangling him with my bare fucking hands! Izuna, laying in a hospital bed with a stab to the upper arm, calmly: I'm fine, big brother; it was an honest mistake. I forgot that Tobirama doesn't really understand innuendo. Tobirama, laying on top of Izuna and stroking his hair while clutching him, wailing: If you meant that you wanted to have sex, then why didn't you just say so?! Madara and Hashirama:

[rendiamberspirit]

Time travel-ish / Multiverse AU

Madara is gifted an ornate mirror from the Daimyo when he takes over as clan head.

He doesn't really know what to do with it. It's big, and honestly kind of ugly so he doesn't want to put it up in any of the common areas of the house.

So he decides to put it in his closet behind all of his clothes.

Occasionally he sees movement in the mirror but dismisses it every time.

But then one day he is pulling out his heavy winter apparel out to store it for next year when he sees Tobirama.

His first instinct is to grab a kunai.

But what he sees isn't Tobirama poised to attack, it's Tobirama laughing and ruffling an Uchiha child, no, not just any child. Kagami. But he looks at least 5 years older.

Then the image is gone.

Madara is left in shock. He doesn't even know what to say about it, who would believe this?

Madara takes the mirror out of the closet for the first time since getting it and leans it against the wall in his room.

He sits in his bed watching it for hours but nothing shows up again.

It's another two weeks before he sees something again.

This time though he sees himself and Hashirama. They are wearing twin metal the same symbol that looks like a leaf on them.

Madara's is around his bicep while Hashirama has one on his forehead.

They are smiling about something. He can see based on their body language that they are close.

It's obviously years in the future, they both look older than they are now.

He only gets to watch them silently talk before the image is gone again.

He still doesn't tell anyone about it.

Over the next year he sees so many different lives, and so many moments in these different lives.

He sees Izuna dying. Struck down by Tobirama

He sees Izuna laughing and drinking with him, Hashirama and Tobirama, only they are all old enough to have grey hairs.

He sees himself kissing Tobirama.

He sees Hashirama stabbing him in the back.

He watches himself killing hundreds of unknown Shinobi.

He watches Butsuma beating Tobirama black and and blue after he pulls his attention away from Hashirama.

He sees his brother as a woman and then getting married to the Senju third in command, Touka, he thinks.

He sees Hashirama getting married, only Tobirama isn't there. It's just Madara and Izuna.

He sees Tobirama raised with the Hatake.

He sees snippets of dozens of lives. He comes to the conclusion that he is seeing all the options his life may have had.

But the thing he sees most often, in most of these lives, is peace.

He watches peace happen between the Senju and the Uchiha. He sees a village with clans from all over fire. And they are happy.

The thing he sees the most in these different lives is Tobirama.

Through the mirror he comes to fall in love with Tobirama. He seems to be more or less the same person in every variation.

He wants the love he has seen in several of these alternate worlds.

So he begins to work harder to convince his brother of peace, to convince his father, his clan mates and the elders.

Mostly it goes pretty well. Ozuna is the biggest hold out, and his wariness makes many others wary.

Madara decides the mirror is the only thing that will convince Izuna.

If he is honest with himself, he doesn't really know why he has been so hesitant to tell anyone.

He just felt like it was meant for him.

But for peace he will show Izuna.

Unfortunately it takes over a week for Izuna to see something in the mirror.

Izuna sees himself laughing and drinking with Tobirama. He watches as Tobirama playfully pushes him off a chair and then sees Madara swoop in to keep Izuna from falling before grabbing Tobirama and tossing him over his shoulder. He sees Madara playfully smack Tobirama's ass before waving and walking away, the image dissolving.

Izuna doesn't even know what to think about what he just saw.

It takes weeks of seeing more scenes for him to agree to give peace a chance.

He also got to see how good peace could be, but he also got to see Madara going crazy in a cave talking to a goo person.

Madara, at Izuna's urging, sends a peace proposal I steady if waiting for Hashirama to shout about peace next time they clash.

Both are surprised when they get a letter back the same day with a detailed peace proposal and a suggestion to meet for in person talks.

[inwiste]

was kicking around the idea with @fashionredalert of madara finding out hashirama and izuna are together after months of getting bitched at by hashirama for dating tobirama... at some point i will write more snippets but the basic idea was just "wouldn't it be funny if hashirama was genuinely insufferable about madara daring to touch his precious baby brother" as if he was not being the biggest hypocrite known to mankind

"You could always stay a bit longer," Izuna murmurs. His hair is still damp from the bath, fresh yukata cinched tight. Hashirama's fingers twitch. He can't stop his hands from finding Izuna's waist, pulling him close enough to touch. A dangerous thing to do when he has places to be.

"I can't," Hashirama sighs. He presses a kiss to Izuna's temple, the smell of his hair oil still lingering. He's already late. It's difficult to bring himself to care. "I can come back tonight if you're free."

A kiss is his answer, deep and slow. Izuna nips at his lip when they move to part and he cannot help but deepen the kiss in response, pulling Izuna flush against him. It's far too filthy for the early morning but it's still good.

It's a long time before he's willing to pull away. The flush on Izuna's cheeks, the swollen, shining lips and the dazed look in his eyes are each a temptation of their own.

It's agonizing to step away. He wants nothing more than to pick Izuna up and bring him to the bedroom for a detailed reenactment of the previous night but the rising sun is a cruel reminder of where he's needed.

"I can come by around seven," Hashirama says as he shrugs on his haori. "Do you want me to bring something for dinner?"

"If you wouldn't mind," Izuna sighs. "I have the day off, so if you finish up before then you're welcome to come early."

He stills for a moment. It's rare now, for him to spend a night alone. He's gotten used to having another person beside him.

He can't help but smile. To turn back to Izuna, hand finding his cheek, lips seeking Izuna's own. There's something he would dare call fondness in Izuna's eyes as he pulls away, heading for the door.

"I'll do my best," he finally says. Izuna's huff is more than enough reward.

The door swings open easily but he freezes in the middle of his step, face slackening in surprise. His free hand finds the door frame, steadying him as he stares.

Madara stares right back in equal surprise.

The moments tick by in complete silence. Madara hasn't moved, hasn't done anything save for stare, face settling into blankness.

He's forgotten that Izuna was still in the hallway, the reminder of his presence renewed by his voice, cutting through the prelude of what's to come.

"Well… fuck."

[nonexistent-morals]

canon Madara meets fanon madatobi.

Madara wins (he absorbs Kaguya or sth or imagine she doesn't exist) and he made infite tsukuyomi possible.

He's the only one left in the world. Bored king decides to be nosy so uses his rinnegan to peek into other dimensions (because that's a thing he can do because alien ninja magic). If he'd made different choices, walked different routes, the what ifs.

He finds one where he's the shodai Hokage and he's making out with Tobirama on his lap. why?? Him??

He changes places with fanon Madara for reasons.

This took a bit to get written out, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

The thing about being a god in a world of dreams is that eventually you get tired of your own. And for Madara, life at this point after the war has been won, and all things are said and done, after he's had his dream, he's bored. Bored and alone, so like all gods do when Boredom strikes, he's decided to just have a little peak at the other perfect worlds.

First he dipped into hashirama's dream, easily taking the place of the false madara in it, and they had their usual dance on the training fields, and then they went to lunch with his family (mito, tobirama, hashirama's children and izuna). Its funny how hashirama's perfect world has his little brother alive and well, but i suppose thats exactly like hashirama, alway kind and thoughtful.

But even so with how nice a dream it is, there's one thing that with absolute certainty that bothers madara. Senju tobirama, ever observant even in his brothers dream, except its not just his brothers dream, but both of theirs. Tobirama's and hashirama's dreams are connected as are really anyone from founding of the village who are here now. Its a jarring realization.

Madara leaves after the lunch letting false madara go back to his dream life, not because he wants to, but because tobirama had been giving him this look of suspicion when his brother wasn't paying attention . Somehow how he's missing something about tobirama's part of the dream, and clearly its enough to make him scrutinize his actions.

So now madara is watching his false self parade around hokage tower, doing paperwork, giving orders, and currently walking into the white haired senjus office. It makes him wonder if this part of the dream is hashirama wanting them to get along or tobirama scheming.

Madara's not really paying any attention to their conversation, he's to busy looking at tobirama's body language, which is far to relaxed for any of their original interactions in real life, and his facial expressions are also more easy to read. It really is fascinating in a morbid sort of way, it makes him feel uneasy.

By this time fake Madara is sitting on the edge of tobirama's desk, tobirama is looking up at him with a very small amused smile, and this time he decides to listen to what he says.

“really madara, at work, in the middle of the day when we have a meeting in 30 minutes?” tobirama says it in fond tone, madara didn't know the senju demon was even capable of sounding like that.

“You and i both know that 30 minutes is more than enough time, especially from someone as competent as you.” Its odd hearing his own voice coming from another person, even if hes not real.

At this response tobirama rolls his eyes at him, soft smile still on his lips, looking so very pleased with himself and pulls the fake madara in to him by his waist, and Madara can only watch as tobirama begins unfastening his pants, and its at this point he decides to leave the dream. Madara is left with so many more questions than answers.

[domoz]

Prompt: TobiIzu & Mission Gone Wrong, if you fancy? Maybe some whump, something with capture and/or torture? :]

Cw: Aftermath of torture, eye trauma

Tobirama limps through the door with someone's robe in one hand. Izuna doesn't look up from where he's watching the pot of water boil. 

The only reason Izuna had let him go retrieve it was because he hadn't been able to stop him. Logically, he knows that between the two of them, his wounds are worse; that they should be treated first; that Tobirama is more trained to deal with them than Izuna is. But logic has no bearing on the weight that sits, dark and heavy and burning in the center of his chest.

Tobirama works silently next to him, cutting the stolen clothes into long strips and boiling the fabric with all the efficiency of a battlefield medic.

"Let me see." He says as the last rag goes into the pot. Izuna wordlessly slides his own thin clothes off his shoulders as far as they will go before the dried blood sticking it to his skin stops it from going further. Tobirama is gentle with the first passes of warm water across his back, slowly pulling fabric apart from skin until the whole flayed mess is exposed.

Izuna didn't so much as flinch at his wounds being touched but he shudders at the chakra that flushes through his system. Even in healing, Tobirama's chakra is intense enough to make Izuna break into goosebumps. Tobirama ignores the reaction pulling his chakra back and forth in a way thats slightly nauseating in order to give Izuna  as close to an approximation of stitches as can be done right this moment. The bandages, when he starts wrapping them around Izuna's chest, are already dry. No doubt that moron used suiton to do it, like he has the energy to spare.

Tobirama says nothing more as he secures the bandages and moves to start cleaning his own wounds. And not the important one, Izuna notes with disgust watching out of the corner of his eye.

"Tobirama." He forces himself to speak up. His voice is already rough from abuse, so there's no way to read any emotion into it being that way now. "Let me look at it. Everyone in my clan is trained on how to deal with-- with injuries like that."

"...If you want." Tobirama says after a moment. And so Izuna swallows harshly, and forces himself to turn and look.

One red eye watches him sharply. The other remains closed, lid fluttering uselessly over an empty socket. 

Izuna's lips tighten into a thin line, but he doesn't let any more show than that. He grabs a rag from the rapidly cooling pot, rings out the excess moisture, and with only a enough hesitation to swallow dryly, reaches out to hold Tobirama's jaw steady with one hand as he starts wiping away the blood that has dried on the other side. It's smeared and blended in with the marking on his cheek -- less strikingly now than it had when it was fresh-- and matted into a good chunk of his hair. Izuna washes that out too, as best as he can, rust brown flaking off onto his hands as he works. Until all that's left to deal with is--

Tobirama's remaining eye meets his. There is no judgment there, nor is there any sympathy.

"If it's not still bleeding, there's not much to do, is there?" He says.

"Clean it." Izuna bites back immediately,"Disinfect the socket. Infection halves the chance that it will heal when we--"

Izuna nearly chokes as he cuts himself off, his barely healed wounds protesting at the sudden tautness of his spine. Tobirama won't be getting his eye back. There hadn't been enough left to recover when they'd found it.

Tobirama graciously ignores Izuna's slip up, choosing instead to reach up and do what Izuna couldn't bring himself to do and probe at the socket with his fingers. Izuna watches in sick fascination-- There's already cloth stuffed in there from where their captors had made a token attempt at stopping him from bleeding out, but it wasn't done cleanly or kindly. With the supplies they have, Izuna won't be able to do much better. 

He swats away Tobirama's hand and forces himself to try, regardless. Tobirama bears the cleaning and repacking of his wound silently, the only indication he gives at how painful it must be is the twitching of his fingers where they rest in his lap. He even bows his head to allow Izuna to tie on a makeshift mockery of an eyepatch.

When that's done, Izuna's hands hover around Tobiramas' head for a long moment before he lets them drop. Fingers tighten into fists, his throat still tight with a mess of emotions that are worse than useless right now.

"What were you thinking?"  Izuna rasps, when the silence becomes too much to bear. Tobirama meets his furious gaze coolly -- with one eye, which only makes Izuna's throat constrict tighter.

"That they were easily fooled, and that I don't have any visual prowess to be stolen. It seemed like a sensible trade to make."

One Izuna hadn't had a choice in. When they'd been captured and thrown in separate cells, it was only the luck of how they had been placed that allowed Tobirama to overhear their captor's conversation. Something he'd heard had made his eyes go wide, then calculating, and finally he'd locked gazes with Izuna, trying to convey something.

"Then they would be fools." He'd said suddenly, too loud to be meant as a secret. "Your eyes are darker than mine, they won't even bother with yours."

"What?!" Had been Izuna's response, somewhere between baffled and offended. He hadn't understood, not until after they'd dragged Tobirama away.

"Sensible?" Izuna hisses, "It was your eye!"

"Yes." Tobirama agrees, "And it wasn't one of yours."

Angry heat burns down Izuna's whole body. "I didn't ask you to do that. We could have--"

"Izuna." Tobirama cuts him off sharply, "I don't regret it. I will not regret it. I would make the same choice again."

Izuna's eyes burn, and it nothing to do with the sharingan. His fists curl into Tobirama's shirt to hold him still as he bows his head, the acid bitterness leaking  out of him.

He and Tobirama are alike in too many of the same ways. Both are responsible for protecting those behind them, both of them take that duty far more seriously than they will ever admit. And because Tobirama made the choice that he did, Izuna has failed.

At least he'd made it hurt.

"Of course you can't get it to work." Izuna had spat in the man's face. "I bet you don't even have the chakra stores to activate it" 

A half truth, built off the lie Tobirama had already spun. Meant to buy more time, but it worked even better. His incompetent interrogator snarled and stepped close enough for Izuna to get the tips of his fingers on one of the tools in his belt. He'd lost his guts, for that.

Tobirama's hands settle on his shoulders-- an awkward but earnest attempt at comfort. It doesn't make Izuna feel any better.

"...You should rest" He says when Izuna doesn't indicate he's even noticed, "I will.. Keep watch."

The sound that bubbles out of Izuna's mouth is too wretched sounding to be considered a laugh.

"That's not very funny." He means it, but despite his words, Izuna feels like he might burst into giggles.

"I wasn't trying to be," The Senju responds, deadpan. He pulls his hands back to himself, leaving Izuna feeling even less grounded. "I was only stating a potential plan. If you're worried about my capabilities, know that my sensory abilities are unaffected."

A giggle does force its way out of him now, though Izuna cuts himself off with a snort before it becomes too obvious. 

"Not what I meant " He waves off as soon as he trusts himself to speak again, "I really just think you should be more worried about this. Are you in shock?"

Tobirama glares at him, no less sharp for having only one eye to do it with. "And what's worrying going to do? All that can be done is move forward."

Maybe Izuna shouldn't be surprised; Tobirama would probably say the same if he had lost a limb. Izuna sighs and slumps forward, until his face is pressed into Tobirama's shoulder. The Senju curiously allows it.

"And how." Izuna asks, muffled, "Do you move forward from that."

It's mostly rhetorical, but Tobirama of course already has an answer. He's a practical man, and he's had days of captivity to think on it.

"Well." He starts, as if gathering his thoughts, "There are craftsmen in your clan capable of making chakra conducting glass, yes?"

Izuna tilts his head up to squint at the Senju, unsure of where this is going. "...Yes."

Tobirama nods.

"With the correct seals, I think a glass eye could connect directly into my nervous system. I don't think I could replicate sight as we know it, but I wasn't intending to. The possibilities of such a thing are larger than that."

...Of course he would.

 Izuna stares for a long moment, then breaks into giggles again. More genuine this time, but no less hysterical.

It's considered something of a sacrilege to replace a lost sharingan with a fake, and even those in their clan without the doujutsu follow suit. But Tobirama is not an Uchiha, and he hasn't lost a sharingan.

The Senju in question looks down at Izuna dubiously.

"Will that be a problem?"

"No." Izuna says at once, heart pounding harder, yet somehow easier. He may not have been able to stop the injury, but this much? He can do."There won't be. I'll make sure of it.”

[ecargmura]

A Terrified Teacher At Ghoul School Episode 15 Review - Shutendouji

To be honest, I have mixed feelings about this episode. The things I like about it and my dislikes about it are honestly balanced. It’s strange how I like an episode, but I also don’t like it. Maybe reviewing a lot of anime for several years has started to affect me… Though, the one thing I am confident about is that Haruaki’s hair antenna is the strongest force in the Yohaji universe. Just look at it!

Let’s start with the things I liked. Mainly, Rintaro fans are eating well and that includes me because he’s one of my favorites. I also ship Haruaki and Rintaro together, so I’m eating extremely well. This episode just solidifies them potentially becoming canon, but given that this is a gag manga, the possibility is only head canon for now. This episode showcased how much of a good person Haruaki is that he doesn’t get angry when Rintaro brings him to his house for ulterior motives, but it ends with them solidifying their bond. It’s so nice to see how much Haruaki loves people, whether they be youkai or not, despite being a loner growing up and having weird fetishes.

It’s also an episode where we learn more about Rintaro in that why he acts the way he does and what caused him to be the way he is. While he is friends with Haruaki, there’s still a wall between them as he doesn’t want to get close to others and doesn’t like getting too close. It’s all because of trauma that happened when he was young in that he brought a human friend but he died due to his mother, the Shutendouji, who ate his spirit energy. This was why he became closed off to others and only opening up his doors for a few people in his life. Though, if you look at the post-credit scene, the kid that he brought was Haruaki. This means that Haruaki and Rintarou have met twice before their official meeting as adults. That’s some odd fate these two have—they’re definitely going to be canon (delusional on my part).

There’s also the introduction of Abe no Seimei, Haruaki’s ancestor. If you see the beginning, you can see two people who look vaguely similar to the principal and Ranmaru Karasuma in background. It’s definitely building up for interesting lore that was only briefly mentioned in previous episodes like Episode 5 where Amaaki mentioned reincarnation and Episode 9 where Ranmaru mistook Haruaki for Seimei. I’m not sure there will be further Seimei lore, but it’s nice to see full confirmation that he is Haruaki’s reincarnation—though, I do wonder where Amaaki comes into play with this lore as Ame and Haru look identical, yet all the spiritual powers are in Haru and not Ame.

The last thing I liked is the introduction of Ibara, Izuna’s wife and Rintaro’s fifth older sister. While Rintaro is stated to be afraid of older women due to his older sisters, it seems that he’s quite close to Ibara. She seems the most rational one in the family as she was reprimanding Rintaro for using a friend and wanted Shutendouji to stop hurting Haruaki because she knows how much her brother cared for him. From their small interactions alone, you can tell that Izuna and Ibara are in a happy marriage and that they love each other very much. I liked how he pushed her out of the way when Shutendouji was about to attack so she wouldn’t get hurt. She’s also strong if she’s able to pull back one of the chains.

What I mainly disliked from this episode was the pacing. This is a mini-arc with three chapters, but it was heavily condensed to squeeze everything into one. I feel like they took out a lot of things, especially important details about Rintaro in order to squeeze everything in. Rintaro only brought a human boy to his home because he complimented how pretty he looked. Not only that, the fast-pacing sort of takes away the serious and suspenseful vibes the arc was supposed to have. Shutendouji doesn’t feel as intimidating as she is supposed to be because of this. The animation quality is also a little rusty in this episode so all the emotional scenes like Haruaki and Rintaro crying don’t feel as impactful as they should be.

For the voice actors, Shutendouji is voiced by Yoshiko Sakakibara, who you might know as Gigan from Yona of the Dawn, Joshu Kasei from Psycho-pass and Gina from Gangsta—she’s quite prolific in a sense. Ibara is voiced by Yuki Tanaka, a relatively new face, but I really like her voice so I hope she gets good roles later on!

Other than that, I do like how everyone played some sort of part in this episode; even Marshmallow and Yanagida played a role! Hopefully, the next arcs they’ll adapt won’t be as butchered as this one, but I seriously doubt it. Regardless, this is definitely an episode for the Rintaro fans. Anyone watching this episode will definitely come out shipping Harumiki. That’s the best part about it. What are your thoughts on this episode?

[autoauthor]

@doveywovy's latest post [link] reminded me of (one of) my own mermaid AU(s) so I thought I'd write it up now. Absolutely adore their writing.

Tobirama is a mermaid kept in captivity.

He was rescued by Hashirama when he was very young, and has formed a sort of familial attachment. He is the only one Tobirama will not try to drown.

Tobirama's albinism as well as injuries sustained before capture means he's unable to be released into the wild. Thankfully Hashirama's friend, Madara has a marine facility Tobirama can be kept in.

One day, Madara's college-aged little brother comes to visit. Of course, he didn't tell anyone he was stopping by and took various "caution" signs as light suggestions. Leading to him peering over the edge of Tobirama's pool.

Of course he ends up pulled in.

Tobirama manages to drag him to the bottom of the water - using his greater mass to bring him under. With no one around, this may be his first actual human kill.

Izuna's instincts take over. Not his survival instincts or even fear - his instincts as a bratty and scrappy little brother used to being tackled and roughhoused with.

He elbows Tobirama right in the gills.

Then, he curls up at the bottom of the pool and extends his legs to launch himself towards the surface.

Izuna, grew up with a pool in his backyard, a lakeside vacation home, and trained hard enough to be captain of his university's swim team. Still, he would've never escaped if Tobirama hadn't become enraptured with his figure swimming towards the light with his loose hair trailing behind him.

Yeah, he's in love.

Izuna may be small, but he can fight, is beautiful, and is a much more graceful swimmer than the other humans.

Madara chews out Izuna for being so reckless, of course. And for the first part of his visit, they steer clear of even the room Tobirama's enclosure is in.

Eventually, Madara has to go check in. Tobirama's leaving large portions of food uneaten. He's also being downright loud - coming up to the surface of the water several times a day to cry out. Hashirama is starting to get worried.

Madara has some undefined veterinary experience so agrees to take a look, and Izuna trails behind him out of boredom. Which leads to Tobirama being even louder and actually going to the pool's edge when they arrive. He usually lurks under the surface when he sees Madara or anyone new.

Eventually everyone catches on that he's courting the younger Uchiha.

He tries giving Izuna portions of his food and also to convince him to get into the water. He even snaps at Hashirama if he thinks he's too close or being too friendly.

Madara warns that he's still a wild animal and it's no less dangerous. Izuna, who is again, a little shit, only wants to do it more now that he's been told not to. So he ends up slipping in for a dip.

Tobirama doesn't try to drown him again, but begins swimming around him - slowed due to his injury. Izuna decides that he'll practice some synchronized swimming (he was NOT paying attention when his brother described mer courting rituals). Tobirama is thrilled that his affections were returned. Someone has to let Izuna know that they're pretty much married in mer terms.

However, Izuna was only visiting for a few months while mers mate for life. He's also your typical carefree young-adult with a promising career. While Izuna is off doing sports anime shenanigans, Tobirama is refusing food and damaging his own scales.

On the flip-side, when he does visit, he does things like hand-feed Tobirama bites of his sushi and run his hands over his scales. They also still swim together (to Madara's dismay).

[domoz-writes]

Loving the healer AU (cranky doc is cranky) and the growing tension of Corner. Please 100 words of both!

Writing is haaard (I'm trying some of my own, so damn difficult) but we believe in youuuuu

Good luck with your writing!!! You're right it is hard....

Wood Tar, Charcoal, Ginger, and Honey

"At this point I would usually pass off a case like yours to another healer. If you believe your clan's healers are capable of taking it from here, that is also an option." Hah. Not a real one. Madara will cut off his hair if any of their healers even understand everything that the Senju just did, much less have the ability to safely replicate it. "You'll stay." He says, before his brother can accept the offer. "Until Izuna is fully recovered." "Very well." Tobirama agrees easily. Both of them ignore the way Izuna reaches over the dig his nails into Madara's arm. "Then we'll do another round of treatment and assess from there."

In the Corner of Another room

"Let me try to guess your identity. If I get it right, you take your mask off." "…I suppose if you did guess there would be no point to it." Shiro answers slowly."What if you guess wrong?" Izuna rolls his bottom lip between his teeth. "…Then I won't ask you again." Shiro's mask tilts up to look at the sky before there is an echoing sigh. He pulls his hand free to finish his next move. "You'll do whatever you want anyways." "Yeah." Izuna agrees with a slow smile. He slides another piece forward. "Oute, by the way."

[penguinotaku]

Incubus Raoshu Cambion Fankids

Going a bit back to the Kinktober I just wanted to expand a bit on the potential cambion between Incubus Raoul Caroule and Shu Todoroki (also a bit of Max Schnell in the mix). I also headcanon that Raoul hid his demonic form and preferred to identify as intersex

Anika "Johan" Schnell - (fathered by Max Schnell and is the first born of Raoul's triplets, half-sister to Izuna and Aldino)

Car Model - 2016 Mercedes AMG C63 DTM

Color - Steel Blue

Eye Color - Pale Indigo

Is a very perceptive and overall pensive car but has a tendency to be too blunt and stubborn with her opinions concerning the physics

She sometimes crossdresses and presents herself as "Johan Schnell" to avoid the paparazzi and the journalists but still identifies herself as a girl

Mostly masculine presenting and if humanized would go for the bifauxen look (think Haruhi from OHSHC)

She inherited Raoul's glamour abilities and uses it in conjunction with her crossdressing to fly under the radar

Taken up Max's tutelage of engineering and often works on cars in DTM after her Vater retired from racing and became an engineering professor in Stuttgart

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Izuna Todoroki-Caroule - (fathered by Shu Todoroki, the older fraternal twin to Aldino, half brother to Anika and the middle child)

Car Model - 2011 Peugeot 908X

Color - White with Pastel Blue Highlights (think of Shu's Ice Racers paint job)

Eye Color - Dark Midnight Blue

Has a stare that most people find uncanny (almost like he's peering into your soul and plumbing the depths of your entire being...)

Can tell when Aldino is up to no good, even when hundreds of kilometers away from each other (twin telepathy or something more?)

Very reserved and quiet though can pull off blackmail of any kind with the same warm bubbly attitude as

Inherited Raoul's dreamwalking and manipulation skills and can disguise themselves in any shape/form

Renowned calligraphy artist and does the occasional commission for a very hefty price

Also works in fashion industry and specializes in designer kimonos

Has a more femme look and would often grow out his hair if humanized (often led to him being mistaken as a girl when he was younger)

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Aldino Todoroki-Caroule - (the youngest of Raoul's brood, the younger fraternal twin to Izuna, half-brother to Anika and the baby of the bunch)

Car Model - 2011 Citroen DS3 WRC

Color - Arctic Blue

Eye Color - Cloudy Blue with sectoral heterochromia amber brown around the pupil

Gained the majority of Raoul's demonic features and has a more difficult time glamouring them

Loves rolling around in the dirt and shares just as much as exploring with his Pere

Kept relatively grounded by his Izu-nii san (one video call will have him grovelling and laying out his sins to the unwitting receiver)

Doesn't mean that Izuna joins in on some of Aldino's shenanigans

Also a bit of street artist and his graffiti art can be found all across the world

More androgynous in appearance if humanized

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[belit0]

Hi <3333 how are ya doing?? I hope you are doing great 💓💓💗💗

Can you write headcanons regarding the uchihas as girl dads??

Not Madara and Obito casually holding babies on their hips while discussing politics

Indra

Before his daughter was born, he didn’t believe himself capable of softness. But the first time he holds her, so tiny and warm in his arms, eyes wide and unafraid, something inside him shifts.

He is not a man of grand gestures, but she is the only one who gets them. A strong, steady hand smoothing down her hair when she’s scared, a rare smile reserved for her alone.

She is the only one allowed to climb onto his lap unannounced, the only one he’d carry around for hours without complaint.

His daughter is fearless, like him, but he secretly worries about her constantly. He teaches her strategy, how to wield a sword, but he always steps in when she’s about to get hurt, his body moving before his mind catches up.

She’s the only one who sees the cracks in his walls. The one who makes him laugh—a real, unguarded laugh—when she does something ridiculous.

The first time she reaches for his hand with her small fingers, he looks down, confused—why would she do that? But he lets her. He always lets her.

He brushes her hair sometimes, with a touch so gentle it doesn’t feel like his own. -You have me,- he whispers, though she’s too young to understand.

The world fears him, but his daughter never does.

Madara

The moment he holds her for the first time, she becomes his greatest weakness. He cradles her with the utmost care, staring at her in absolute awe—how can something so tiny hold his entire heart?

He is terrifying to everyone, but not to her. She pulls on his hair, tugs at his armor, demands his attention—and she always gets it.

No one dares tell her no, because even Madara doesn’t. His clan watches in stunned silence as the fearsome leader lets his daughter braid his hair with ribbons, a rare, amused smirk on his lips.

She rules him in a way no one else can. She giggles, and he stops mid-war council just to look at her. If she holds out her arms, he picks her up without hesitation.

The first time she falls and scrapes her knee, she doesn’t cry—she gets up, determined. He should be proud, but his chest aches at the sight. She’s strong, like him. Too strong.

At night, when she’s asleep, he lingers by her bedside, watching the slow rise and fall of her breath. He tells himself he’s just making sure she’s safe, but really, he just doesn’t want to leave her side.

If anyone dares to look at her the wrong way, they will suffer. But she doesn’t even need him to protect her—she looks her enemies in the eye, unflinching, just like he does.

When she gets older, she laughs like her mother, and it hurts in the best way. He never says it aloud, but he adores her more than anything.

Izuna

Karma hit him hard. He used to be a menace, a shameless flirt, a heart-stealer—but now? Now, he has a daughter. And she plays him like a damn fiddle.

The first time he holds her, he realizes he’s doomed. His baby girl is staring up at him, big eyes full of wonder, completely unimpressed by his presence, and he just melts.

-You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?- he murmurs, brushing his knuckles over her chubby cheek. She gurgles at him like she owns his soul. And the truth is—she does.

When she’s old enough to talk, she bullies him relentlessly. -Daddy your hair is messy.- -Dad you snore too loud.- He takes it all with a dumb, lovestruck grin.

She is his absolute weakness. He lets her get away with everything—stealing his food, climbing onto his shoulders like a monkey, bossing him around like she’s his commander.

But the first time a boy tries to hold her hand, he almost commits murder on the spot. She has his same charming smile, his playful wit—he knows exactly how dangerous that is.

At night, when she’s curled up in her blankets, he leans down to brush her hair back and whispers, -You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.- He doesn’t say it when she’s awake. But somehow, she always knows.

Obito

He sobs the first time he holds her. Full-on, ugly cries. He has lost so much, but here she is—warm, real, and his.

-Hey, little one,- he whispers through his tears, holding her tiny body against his chest. -I'm your dad.-

He is the most doting, affectionate dad in the entire clan. His daughter has his same big, bright eyes, and every time she looks up at him, his heart physically aches from love.

She uses him as a jungle gym. She will climb his back, sit on his shoulders, dangle from his arms, and he just lets her, smiling the whole time.

If she wants to be held, he picks her up immediately. No questions asked. Even during meetings. He is standing there, serious, discussing clan affairs—with a toddler on his hip.

She pouts, and he caves instantly. -Okay, okay, I’ll get you sweets... Just don’t look at me like that—

When she’s snuggled in his arms, he traces his fingers over her tiny hands, whispering, -You’ll always have me, okay? Always.-

Shisui

When his daughter is born, he looks down at her and loses his mind completely. She’s so tiny, her fingers wrapping weakly around his thumb, and he swears his heart has never beat this fast.

-You’re my girl,- he whispers, a wide grin spreading over his face. -I’m gonna love you so much, you’ll get tired of me.-

She is his shadow. She follows him everywhere, always grabbing onto his sleeve, refusing to let go. He secretly loves it.

He lets her play with his hair, even when she messes his locks beyond repair. He shows up for training with small flowers stuck on his head, and he wears it like a badge of honor.

She is a natural at climbing onto his back and making him carry her everywhere. -Daddy, faster!- she demands, and he sprints through the compound with her laughing wildly behind him.

When she takes her first steps, he cheers so loud that half the village hears him. -That’s my girl! I knew you had it in you!-

He kisses her forehead every night and whispers, -I love you, sunshine.- She always giggles and says it back.

Itachi

The first time she grabs his finger, his entire world shifts. He had been prepared to love her. He hadn’t been prepared for this.

She is so small, so helpless—he swears he will never let anything touch her.

He talks to her softly, even when she’s a baby. -I hope the world is kind to you,- he murmurs, cradling her close. -But if it's not, I will be.-

She is quiet like him, observant, always watching. He catches her mirroring his movements—tilting her head when he does, folding her hands like he does. It’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

When she falls asleep in his arms, he doesn’t put her down. He just sits there, watching her breathe, committing the moment to memory.

She is the only one who can make him truly laugh. She pokes at his cheek, tugs at his robe, makes silly faces at him—he always shakes his head, trying not to smile, but eventually, he caves.

The nights when Itachi manages to evade certain responsibilities, he never fails to read his daughter a bedtime story, lulling her to sleep with a sweet voice reserved only for her.

[denialcity]

for adoration grow - tobiizu unconventional hanahaki au - 495/?

“Don't,” Izuna warned, eyeing Madara’s hands. “We just ate. You're still eating.”

“Hug then,” Madara said, reaching out.

Izuna shuffled closer. 

“If you tickle me, I will kill you,” Izuna warned. 

“Hugs only,” Madara agreed. Izuna let Madara bodily pull him into a hug so tight it was hard to breathe. Izuna petted his hair. 

“Elders were that bad?” Izuna asked. Madara grunted. 

"You know how they are." He shifted, loosening his hold enough to allow breathing but still holding Izuna firmly. “What do you think of your talk? With Tobirama.” 

“You were listening,” Izuna pointed out. 

“I want to know what you thought,” Madara said. 

Izuna shifted. Sighed. Looked into the distance over Madara’s shoulder, out the door towards the main gate. 

“Nii-san,” he started slowly. ”What would I have to do to be allowed back into politics?” 

===end of chapter 17===

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Part of a collaboration with @flawlessstriker

Here it is!

@izunaweek

PROLOGUE

Everything was a blur. One moment there was pain. Next, there was weightlessness and a warm pleasant light. Next, the sudden jolt of weight returning and the feeling of cloth on skin woke him. It was dim in the room and there was a howling wind outside. There was someone there. His white fluffy hair and pale skin were a stark contrast to his shadowy wedding Kimono.

He was busy fussing over his newest project. His voice was deep and quick when he mumbled something incoherent to himself. He rushed over and began to adjust something– a tie.

“What’s going on?” Asked the man wearing it.

“No time. You’re going to a wedding. Can you stand?”

“Ghosts Can’t Dance at Weddings”

Izuna Uchiha was a very busy man most days. His work often left him rushing from one side of his village to the other and back, but despite this, he always made time for his family. “Hey everyone! Sorry I’m late today!” He puffed apologetically as he hurried up to the rooftop Shinto shrine.

In his hands he carried a heavy bag that made his smaller frame sway from side to side as he moved with it. Nearing the altar, he hefted the bag down and began to fuss with its contents. “I know I’ve taken over as temporary leader before, but a little warning on just how MUCH work it is when I’m doing it full-time would’ve been nice! ~” He teased, only half taking in the names on the dishes that held five memorial candles.

Pulling out a large cauldron of rice, he spoke earnestly and softly, “It is a special day for me, so I hope you’ll all forgive me for bringing only rice.” It was only when the man dressed in a dark freshly pressed wedding kimono knelt down and spread five bowls out before himself, that he looked at each name on the memorial altar. His heart suddenly felt as if it were clasped in the strong armored grip of his clan’s fabled Susanoo. “I wish you all could be here, but ghosts can’t really dance at weddings,” he whispered somberly.

Shifting his tone to sound more cheerful, he first addressed his father, Tajima Uchiha. He was the clan leader who died over fifteen years prior while protecting his village from the attack of a massive and unruly nine-tailed fox. “Father, you’d be proud to know that I’ve kept all the Uchiha of our village happy and safe!” Izuna told him, lighting his candle with the smallest of flames produced by his fingertips and filling a bowl of rice. Then, he gently pushed it into place. 

He sat up a little straighter and his gaze shifted to the four others at the altar. His eyes began to sting as he methodically lit the candles and served the first three– the three that his clan’s traditions had deemed unfit for life at the end of his own blade. “Oh, and brothers, I’ve still been making sure to train as often as I can. I wouldn’t want all of our hard work when we were young or the gifts you gave me to be for naught.”

Feigning pride, Izuna continued, pushing the three bowls into place. “Many of the other Uchiha are actually saying that my eyes are the strongest in the entire village! And-” His sweet voice cracked as he quickly whisked a tear away from his right eye. His brothers would’ve hated to see him cry. “I owe it to all of you!” he concluded. Then, his eyes finally fell upon the memorial of the last of his brothers to leave him.

“Ah, only one more left,” he started quietly, prepping the last bowl. “It still feels odd to bring food for you here…”

“Madara…”

Izuna’s thoughts were swiftly steered in the direction of those fateful days when his life changed, and his last surviving brother was snatched away from him. Although Madara was undoubtedly the strongest in their clan and the clan leader at the time, his condition had been rapidly declining. Overuse of his sharingan eyes to assist their long-time allies, the Senju, in their hunt for their lost Nine Tails jinchuriki host had caused his vision to deteriorate such that he saw no choice but to abandon his village and to make one last appeal to the man he thought of as his soulmate for nearly thirty years. 

The Uchiha had a concept of love so powerful that it transcended reason. This type of love was called the Uchiha’s “Flame”. Madara had felt such a Flame with the leader of The Leaf Village, Hashirama Senju. That man had promised Madara his heart decades ago, but fate had twisted their desires. This left Madara desperate and wanting. With his hope all but diminished, Madara decided to give his Flame one more chance to spark to life, so he approached Hashirama in the same sporting way that they had always communicated– with combat. But this time, Madara was unaffiliated with The Uchiha Village and there would be more at stake than just their feelings.

Like Izuna, Madara knew his chances were slim. "There is a high likelihood that I won’t return from this fight. In that case, I’d like it if you’d take over as Village Leader,” Izuna remembered his older brother saying. It tore him up inside to hear him so broken. Part of him wished he had begged him not to go, but he understood that Madara needed to follow his heart even if it led him to his grave.

He’d plenty of time to consider the outcome. Madara had given him ample warning, but in spite of that, the news was devastating. When Hashirama came to deliver it along with the scroll containing Madara’s body, his eyes were cast in the shadow of his brows and his long choppy brown hair looked limper than ever. Izuna had never wanted to destroy someone more, but Madara’s desire for Izuna to keep the peace between their two villages made Izuna hold himself back– no matter how it pained him. He would never want to dishonor his brother’s decision to depart his own village in order to keep it safe from his selfish actions.

“Madara is…” Izuna recalled the shameful murderous idiot from The Leaf Village's pitiful unfinished attempt at breaking the news and his blood boiled. The monkey-faced Senju’s inability to own up to his actions made his teeth clench just as they did that day. 

The wind picked up and blew out Madara’s candle. The chill brought Izuna back into the moment. The tears in his eyes had just about reached the point where they were about to well over. “It has been some time since I received the news, but still…” The first few tears hit the concrete of the roof below him as he shakily picked up the last bowl of rice. “Maybe I’m a little selfish for wanting this,” he whispered. “I am a “Dirty Brother Killer” after all…” He began to tremble. “So, what kindness should I receive in return for my past actions?” He swallowed hard. “But I-I…”

He could hold back no longer. “I REALLY WISH YOU MADE IT BACK!” He wailed, shaking his head from side to side so that the wind caught in his long dark hair and his tears broke free from his face.

“It looks like your wish might have come true,” spoke a familiar deep and sultry voice.

Behind Izuna was someone he could only describe as a ghost. His skin was a faded gray, his sclerae were dark, and his face was cracked in a few places. His presence and Uchiha blue mane were unmistakable though. He was wearing a suit adorned with a branched metal broach in the shape of the Senju clan’s sigil. It was Madara Uchiha– the very brother he was mourning. He stood there with crossed arms and a soft smile.

EPILOGUE

Some distance away from the memorial site, in a soot-colored wedding kimono of his own, stood Tobirama Senju. His red eyes were more sunken in than usual and his hands were clapped together; he was sweating. “It feels like the formula is holding. I just hope I can keep it up,” said the white-haired man to his brother, Hashirama, who stood beside him in a patchwork suit. His olive skin that normally set him apart from his albino brother was looking a little pale. He couldn’t help but feel as if the wind had suddenly become uncharacteristically cold for the season as it blew from behind them through the torii gate he’d crafted for the wedding. His brows furrowed with nervous discomfort.

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