#sorry not sorry i just love bullying madara so much

[justsomeoneunordinary]

i love the trope of tobirama being suddenly struck by madara's beauty when he sees him for the first time with his hair up as much as the next person

but

how fucking funny would it be if tobirama sees madara with his hair up for the first time, stops, blinks, and goes, "damn, you really are an ugly asshole! put that hair back down, lest someone gets a stroke from looking at your face"

[belit0]

can i ask for a request about the uchihas do they see that reader always puts up with their moans and avoids eye contact during intimacy because they are embarrassed?? feel free to ignore if you want!! take it easy, i really like your blog 💕 (sorry if there is any mistake, my english is not very good ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

There is no way I will ignore any request, I will do them all! Thanks for enjoying my blog, I hope you join me for a long time and continue to find my work pleasant!!!

Indra

- It won't work. Indra enjoys watching her writhe under him, appreciating how she struggles to cooperate with the pleasure or how she tries to endure the pain just to please him. There is no way he will allow her not to look him in the eyes, he needs eye contact, to understand her without words, and to read her body tacitly. He will grab her by the cheeks, and force her to look at him while he increases his pace only to watch how she fights him. If he's in a bad mood, he'll even force her to scream if she wants to finish.

Madara

- Sweet little (Y/N), how innocent she is. Madara feels a shiver of pleasure at his wife's embarrassment, profusely validated by the lack of eye contact. He loves knowing he has such an effect on her, able to penetrate her not only physically but also emotionally, and reach deep enough into her soul to make her feel intimidated. He won't force her to look at him or scream his name, but he will take advantage of every second of her shame.

Izuna

- There is nothing he finds more exciting than looking intensely into her eyes while he rapidly thrusts into her, which is why he is a little disappointed to see (Y/N) looking away. It doesn't stop him, as he takes it as a challenge. He won't rest until he gets her to let loose, reveal her wild side and stop being embarrassed by things he finds highly arousing. He wants to make her bold enough to look at him and scream without restraint on her own.

Obito

- In fact, he doesn't dare to look at her either. There is something so captivating in (Y/N)'s eyes that if he looks at her too soon, he might finish in a second inside her, but the Uchiha always intends to last until she cums first. It makes him tender to hear her stifled moans, and he enjoys it more than if she were screaming at the top of her lungs. He prefers to whisper in her ear and feel her squirm underneath him from the pleasure and stimulation, keeping everything in a soft, measured tone, slow.

Shisui

- Teasing. Shisui loves to take advantage of (Y/N)'s embarrassment and will put her in outrageous situations just to hear her hold back and try not to scream loudly. He doesn't force her into eye contact but stares at her with the terrible intensity of his eyes only for her to meet his sensual orbs when she opens hers, pinning her under his body and consciously bullying her. He'll probably try to make her moan under her own steam, like Izuna, but he won't go crazy to pull it off either.

Itachi

- At first, he finds it adorable, but then he worries about it. He's afraid he's doing too much, that (Y/N) won't like it, or overdo it. He will lower the intensity just to analyze her, and seek to understand the pattern of her eyes and body before deciding what approach to take. When he understands her attitude is only shame, Itachi grants her loving and affectionate sex, moaning along for her to feel free to make whatever sounds she wants.

[sneezemonster15]

If sakura and hinata were redeemed in naruto, would anyone even care? I feel as if I wouldn't care much, especially for sakura, cuz they've done too much. I think I would still hate them and some others wouldnt buy it.

I mean, say like Sakura was redeemed all of a sudden in boruto, would that be enough to overcome how she she treated other's throughout all the story? Especially Sasuke. Would redeeming her be enough to overcome how she harasses him all the time? Would it be enough to overcome how she chased sasuke and gave him a child he never wanted? Like she gets redeemed and goes "oops, I know you never wanted this but I'm sorry now and I'm a changed person, won't happen again." Like the damage is done, she's harassed him and chased him till he gave in, how can you better yourself after you've gotten what you wanted? redeeming can't reverse that damage. Or how she treated Naruto "sorry for being a bully and hitting you for no reason but I'm changed now, won't do it again." Apart from narusaku audience, which audience is gonna buy that? Like it's unconvincing she would get redeemed and then would apologize to naruto as it just so happens to be when he's hokage and she's got her prize Sasuke. Or for ino she gets redeemed and apologises for how she treated her, but it unconvincing because sakura has won Sasuke, so she and ino aren't fighting over him anymore.

Or for Hinata,"S..so...sorry n.nn....naruto-kun for guilt tripping you to marry me, I.. I.. I won't do it again, I'm better and changed." Like, he's already married to her and started a family. It's not going to mean much?

Based of the ask someone sent abt if it's possible Sakura and hinata could get redeemed. Like you've said in your reply, anyone can get redeemed, but I feel like it would be unconvincing or at the least, take a lot of work to redeem these two. This is just my opinion I could be wrong.

But that's the thing. If Sakura and Hinata were redeemed in Naruto, it would have meant something significant, and it would have contributed to the narrative and plot, because if the plan were to redeem them, then logically Naruto and Sasuke would be made to get together at the end. Look at what Sakura and Hinata represent. Two heteronormative selfish, entitled, unsympathetic, boy crazy girls who would potentially make into women who would force gay men to marry them to keep their illusions of love afloat. They don't give a shit as long as they get what they want, even at the expense of their spouses' well being or their own long term happiness. It was necessary for them to be written that way to facilitate the Brokeback Mountainesque situation in Boruto, no? What with the whole story being a love story and Sakura and Hinata as tools that were used to keep Naruto and Sasuke prisoners to their miserable lives, life of a shinobi who is supposed to live in the darkness, enduring all the misery silently. It's not the kind of world that will accept them, certainly not Naruto, someone who was systematically and institutionally ostracized, an orphaned, homosexual boy who is fated to be THE person in the world that will change it for the better. And this was the only way to resolve this story, in order for it to justify the new gen story, hence becoming the tragic ending that we hate. So the antipathy towards these ladies never got resolved. However, in order for their redemption to happen in the manga, a lot of things would need changing. Like the state of the shinobi world. A lot of things would need changing if Sasuke and Naruto were written to finally get together. Yes, the ending as it is now feels contrived. It is contrived. But it is not meaningless. The shinobi world has been established as a cruel world, where people don't get what they deserve. Look at Haku, look at Madara, look at Kisame, look at Neji, Sasuke, Naruto, Uchiha clan. And those who get it, don't deserve it. Look at Sakura, look at Hinata, look at Sarutobi, look at Tobirama, look at Danzo, look at village elders.

I agree with you that it won't matter if they were redeemed in Boruto. Boruto is not about the boys, they are supporting characters in it. Their story was Naruto and Shippuden. Which is over. And obviously, Kishi made it a point post Shippuden to keep Hinata and Sakura's the same as before, so it doesn't look like he is planning to redeem them. Looks like status quo would persist in the distant future.

However, it could have been done in Shippuden. And like I said in the other post you mentioned, anyone can be redeemed in a show and it is all believable as long as the writer justifies it within the story itself. I used the example of Orange is the new black, because it shows a whole host of complex characters, deeply flawed and yet realistic characters who were written to justly finish their redemption arc. Take Maria's character, a secondary antagonist in the story. Maria is quiet and shy as a kid but given her circumstances, she transforms into a take charge dynamo of a person, very impressive and self assured, she takes after her religious leader/drug trafficker father, who can charm the masses and lead them. She steals from her place of work, she cheats on her husband, she doesn't feel any regret about it. She gets caught and is sentenced for fraud. She works her way in the prison, but navigating the prison life brings out the worst in her, she eventually becomes the leader of the prison riot. She becomes a full fledged bully, a sadist, she has no ethical compass anymore. This leads to her stint in the max security prison, where she is made to eat the humble pie, she learns that life could get even harder, and the choices she has been making has been leading her into even deeper shit, away from her daughter that she loves so much, away from her friends that were her family in the prison. She joins the church, she makes amends to people she has harmed. Her redemption arc is shown throughout the last two seasons, by the end of which, she makes the least destructive of all choices, she apologizes to Gloria, her close friend whom she betrayed, and lets her loving and kind husband to marry the woman he loves, her husband whom she treated very unkindly in the past, despite him being so devoted to her. She agrees to let her husband marry another woman, a woman he loves genuinely, because for once, she thinks about her husband, and not herself. She commits a selfless act.

There were many instances where Sakura was written with a possibility to demonstrate maturity. The reason why Kishi wrote those scenes that way was that, when a character does something decidedly immature at a place or time where the opportunity was so damn ripe to do something mature, and doesn't do it despite everything that has happened before in the plot which had led to the current situation, the character loses credibility in the eyes of the audience. Audiences aren't foolish. Any good writer knows this. The way Kishi wrote Sakura's scenes, stresses even more on the fact that her character simply didn't evolve. Remained the same. That's what narrative motifs are about. This way, the reader is able to glean the meaning out of the scene, as intended by the author easily. It makes the impression the author wants his writing to make. Kishi made it quite clear that the reason why Naruto followed Sasuke was to save him and help him, to relieve his loneliness, to protect him. To be there for him, because he loves Sasuke and he KNOWS Sasuke reciprocates his feelings, even if he makes excuses to hide them, actions speak louder than words. As is evidenced in vote one especially. Sakura was written to chase after Sasuke for her own selfish reasons, where she simply ignores the need to know the truth about Uchiha massacre or any wish to actually know or understand Sasuke. Which Sasuke is clearly shown to understand about her. That's why he keeps telling her that she is annoying, just casually, an off the cuff remark lol. But when Naruto follows him, he gets very reactive, very disturbed, very distracted. Because he knows why Naruto is doing it, he suspects it. He keeps asking Naruto why because he wants to get confirmation from Naruto. Which he gets at the end. Point is, Sakura was shown to be selfish till the end, starting with part one, and then in the kage arc, war arc, just before vote two, at the end when she responds to Sasuke's apology as if she deserved it all along, and then asks if Sasuke would take her on his redemption journey. And then in Boruto and Gaiden.

Naruto on the other hand is shown as the one who is ready to share Sasuke's burdens and die with him in the same scene where Sakura tried to stab Sasuke in the back.

If you truly have conviction in your love, if you know that you love for the right reasons and if you truly care about your object of love, you would do things very differently from what Sakura did to Sasuke consistently in the manga. And all of it was shown to be done by Naruto. Who knows he loves for the right reasons, he would be a fool in love but not leave Sasuke's side because that's how much he believes, they resonated with each other even when they didn't know how to articulate it, they were both lonely. Naruto believes in his love for Sasuke and he knows Sasuke loves him, because he showed it to Naruto, with actions more than words. Naruto changes, he evolves in the course of the manga, he becomes better in every aspect, because he is constantly inspired by the memory of Sasuke, because of the motivation of protecting him and being his rock.

True love is courageous. True love doesn't hide behind empty words and excuses. True love justifies the words that have been said by the lovers. True love doesn't say the words and then take them back in the face of adversities. True love makes it happen despite the odds. That's the glory of true love. That's why it inspires us. That's why Sasuke was convinced by Naruto and not anyone else at the end. Sakura was given all the chances and suggestive realisations but still no redemptive action. Same with Hinata. She realises she is being selfish when jumping in the fight against Pein but she does it anyway because she couldn't help being attracted to Naruto and needed to make an impression on him at the expense of the whole village and Naruto's life, followed by getting trolled by Kishi when Sakura hugs Naruto in front of her. Still no redemptive action. Not even in the war arc when Neji died.

If you can make it believable, anyone can be redeemed, just need to justify it properly. And of course, it won't be an isolated event, it would influence the plot and characters that are connected with them.

Like for example, think about a character such as Oro. He was written to be dreaded, reviled, to cause shivers down the spine, and nervousness, to create a feeling of unease and anticipation, right? Because he is cruel and an evil genius, he is always a step ahead of his opponent, he is clever as a fox. But even he was redeemed. And no, the idea of his redemption was not just at the end when he supported the war efforts. The feeling of antipathy towards him went once he confronts the dead kages in the war arc and supports Sasuke. All through Shippuden, the audience is made to see how none of the adults in their world even attempts to understand Sasuke's predicament and given the amount of focus Kishi spent on making the readers understand Sasuke's tragic past, it makes you feel frustrated to see how no one in the plot tries to even understand Sasuke's side.

This was Kakashi.

Even though Kakashi is shown to acknowledge that Sasuke has truly suffered given his past, he still doesn't understand him. And Sasuke's attitude towards him doesn't improve till the end. At best, he becomes close to indifferent to Kakashi at the end. It's all understandable because it makes sense, because Kakashi has already been established as a complacent and unquestioning tool of the shinobi system. He is emotionally inept and doesn't understand his own team members. And he thinks Naruto and Sasuke are just rivals while Sakura's love for Sasuke has matured, she really loves Sasuke, a girl who is kind and gentle. Lol.

This was Itachi, but who's surprised? Itachi is the definition of tool of the system.

With Itachi, Sasuke tries his best to express his frustration with the system that was evidently so deeply unfair, he tried to explain where his anger came from, which is all very justified. He appeals to Itachi's love for him, and Itachi admits he was wrong to treat Sasuke as a blank canvas, as a kid who didn't understand the world. We again get to see yet another adult, someone who is this close to Sasuke, not understand Sasuke's predicament. Despite Sasuke's desperate attempts. Even Sasuke gets it at the end that there's no point explaining anything further to Itachi, he is brainwashed to the hilt. But he was still Sasuke's brother, and he did take the blame for being the reason why Sasuke was the way he was. But the audience is left frustrated nevertheless. After all this build up to show how cruel Danzo was and how the elders and Sarutobi were complicit in the massacre, we still see them regarding it lightly, as if it is an everyday event. And it compounds our frustration.

No cost is big enough for the apparent safety of Konoha, as per Danzo, but we all know Danzo did it for personal gain, his megalomania, the power hungry despot in him who traded power for hate and destroyed a whole clan like so many stray animals. Danzo was basically a hypocrite. A lot of characters were, in the name of Konoha.

This was Sakura.

After which she promptly made a plan to go kill Sasuke and attempted it.

And then there were others.

No one really cared. Except Naruto of course, shown in kage arc.

Oro is the only adult who supports Sasuke and says something that all the sane audiences have been wanting for someone to say. Someone reliable, someone who would make sense of it, someone who would reassure us that we weren't crazy, that whatever we are feeling is justified. Kishi is not blind to it either, but he needed to set up this world as deeply unfair, and he was going for eternity apparently, lol, which is why nothing really changed much even after Shippuden. None of these characters were redeemed, the ones that never understood Sasuke.

We are clearly shown by Kishi why it was that Oro changed his decision, he was not interested in participating in the war at all, his objectives were in no way benefited from the war. He was interested in Sasuke and even when he is reincarnated by Sasuke, he is still after Sasuke's body. But Sasuke had his own reasons to have brought back Oro and he tells him, Oro is intrigued. He is concerned so he tells Sasuke to not get embroiled, but Sasuke lets him know he can handle it and that he isn't a child. Sasuke shows agency. He is determined, there's a mature look to him, a certain calm strength of will. He realized what Sasuke has been through, he who understands Sasuke's motivation very well. He knew Sasuke went through hell, to be able to kill Itachi, and then he was told the truth about him, he was manipulated even by him, as he himself admits, but he can see that Sasuke has changed, grown. And this convinces Oro to help him, who is now invested in Sasuke's future, even if he doesn't particularly benefit from it. In the scene when all the dead kages are brought back, we are waiting to see what will happen with baited breath, it's a big deal. The crescendo is building and building, big credit to Oro who kept goading and goading, putting all those thoughts in words that we were thinking all along.

"It's really not that complex a jutsu....". He tells it like it is with such dry wit and sharp sarcasm, he trolls Tobirama and how. Hahahah. He calls him out left and right and it is then reiterated by Hashirama. Full entertainment guaranteed. He unequivocally takes Sasuke's side and he doesn't have a hidden agenda anymore. He threatens to destroy Konoha himself lol. He threatens all the kages, all the leaders of Konoha, people who made very bad decisions. He genuinely wants to see the way Sasuke's wind would blow. And when he feels Sasuke's life is being threatened by Tobirama, he positions himself for retaliation and is ready to protect Sasuke.

Sasuke resonates with Oro. Even though Oro was portrayed as a ruthless, mad genius, cruel and manipulative villain, whose past (childhood) was suggested to be equally unfair, but who has been hunting our favourite characters, harming them, torturing them, of course he was reviled by readers. But then, he is made to do the one thing no other adult could do. And it suits him very well. He is one who wanted to get all the victims of this unfair world together and make his own village, he was a non conformist, he was the outlier, someone who understands the ways of this world very well and takes advantage of it for his own benefit without regret, he refused to pander to the shinobi world's ways, he decided to make his own. It suited him to go his own way, being disinterested in war and to root for something/someone he was interested in. Sasuke. He puts his hand where his mouth is. Unlike others, he is not a hypocrite. He has seen wars too closely and he knows what it does to people. All the collateral damage. Sasuke is able to relate with Oro. This is what redeemed Oro, to whatever extent he has been redeemed to. Of course it doesn't make all his other actions alright, but it does soften our impression of him and we lose the edge of antipathy towards him.

And this was done properly. It was made to look believable. You are right, it takes work. The ladies' redemption doesn't mean anything now, in Boruto. It could have meant something back then, but Kishi wasn't going for it in any case.

[mysticdragon3md3]

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Dandadan ep6.

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I'm sorry but after realizing there are more parallels between Dandadan and Natsume Yuujinchou, I spent most of this episode fixated on how much better Natsume Yuujinchou is, compared to the parallel elements.

Maneki Neko yokai: TurboGranny vs NyankoSensei.

Young grandma with spiritual powers: Seiko vs Reiko.

Fighting yokai.

Turbo Granny thinks she's so cool and that she has powers as a Beckoning Cat, and she attributes saving Ayase and Okarun to her "Luck powers"…but it wasn't that effective for me. I just kept thinking about how much cooler Madara is. Whenever Nyanko Sensei turns into his Madara form and helps Natsume out of a jam, it's just so much cooler and intimidating. Earlier in the episode, with Turbo Granny sneaking around the school, I just kept thinking of how much more endearing Nyanko Sensei is. Not just cuter, but also just funnier, hanging around explicitely, shamelessly for snacks.

And when the Acrobatic Silky yokai kept trying to talk to them, I just kept thinking about how Natsume would have been able to put that spirit to rest. He would have talked to it, while being resilient enough to survive just talking while it was violent. He would have used his powers of Empathy to resolve the yokai's inner conflicts, and it would then be able to transcend past these lower desires like Violence and Force.

And I kept thinking about how often the subject turns to something as crass and childish and testicles. Then I'd think "Natsume Yuujinchou didn't need to do that to hold our attention." (And I'd remember how in this same anime season, Ranma 1/2 remake is getting so many more laughs out of me, also bigger and more spontaneous, without the cheap, low hanging, crass humor.)

I think I just want to watch Natsume Yuujinchou. lol It really is one of my top 3 anime. (And Ranma 1/2 is still my favorite manga.)

But I agree with The Normies' reactions: This new character Aira is kind of insufferable. Actually, she's not so bad. I was actually kind of indifferent to her. But she also doesn'tadd anything i particularly like. She could be kind of funny in a chuunibyou way or in an Amelia Sailoon type of self-centered self-righteousness that no one takes seriously. But I never really liked Amelia either. I'm just glad Aira is turning into this type of deluded "I'm the main character" person, instead of staying as a bully archetype. Because I CANNOT STAND FUCKING BULLIES. I have dropped several very good anime, just because of the reoccurring bully characters. Thankfully, Aira has avoided that for me.

But watching reactors made me more aware of how many times in the episode, the direction was trying to be funny, but I just stared at the screen, mouth agape, not laughing at how stupid the situation or characters are. And not in the affectionate, amused type of "OMG They're so stupid!!!! LOLOLOLOL" that I've been reexperiencing all autumn with the Ranma 1/2 remake anime and rereading the manga---BOTH making me laugh out loud, uncontrollably, frequently, multiple times, spontaneously. Ranma 1/2 shows I've been having a great time with Stupid, and I've been extremely grateful for it. But Dandadan isn't pulling it off, like Ranma 1/2 is.

Remembering how much better Ranma 1/2 and Natsume Yuujinchou are, just kept making moments in Dandadan feel kind of bland. I mean, I like Dandadan's deuteragonists, but I I kept feeling that I could be experiencing better episodes. Especially since Ranma 1/2 remake and Natsume Yuujinchou season 7 have been airing in this exact same season as Dandadan. It's hard to not feel the comparisons.

I know someone is going to stand up for Dandadan, but I'm just talking about MY PERSONAL tastes. Dandadan is a well-made show. I still like the deuteragonists a lot. I love yokai and demon-hunting anime/manga. But so many Shonen Jump anime nowadays are just not my thing anymore. And it usually becomes clear after the first few characters introduced. Because then they start introducing more of the regular cast, and I end up HAAAAAAATING them. I loved Yuuji and Gojo; Megumi was nice. But then Nobara, Todo, and Mai got introduced, and with the exceptions of Kasumi Miwa and the Tokyo sophomores, I just couldn't stand those later characters. Even sooner with My Hero Academia: I loved Deku and All Might. But I fucking can't stand Bakugo. Which is a shame, because I liked other core characters introduced later: Todoroki, Iida, Uraraka, etc. And then after all the hype for Chainsaw Man, I just couldn't get into that tone, after the first episode. And then Denji became obsessed with boobs. Back in 2019, I struggled thru Demon Slayer Kimetsu no Yaiba. Once again, I loved the deuteragonists, but all the other successive characters were grating to me. I really began to think that maybe I had grown past my Shonen-obsessed phase. Maybe the entire Shonen genre was no longer for me. Maybe I'm just into iyashikei and Shojo yokai series now. But I totally get if someone who still holds Shonen as their favorite genre, would prefer Dandadan, as opposed to whatever speaks more to me now.

Dandadan really is like if Natsume Yuujinchou had more mainstream stuff added to it. The fandom kept injecting romance into Natsume Yuujinchou fanon, because it's absent from the canon. (Even the anime adaptation kept a charcter in the main cast, who was a one-shot character in the manga, just to have a regular cast member with a crush on Natsume.) As an AroAce, I appreciate that good stories don't always need romance, and finally getting the spotlight on how platonic relationships can also be intensely meaningful. So Dandadan took a bunch of elements from Natsume Yuujinchou and added romance---as it's CENTER, no less! (Apparently. I didn't realize Dandadan was a romance until I heard all the meta discussions.) People also complained that Natsume should learn martial arts to fight yokai…While totally disregarding that that addition would turn the series from being about Empathy, into being about "fighting monsters". And guess what Dandadan is? An action series, fighting monsters (yokai and aliens). An action series, just like how a zillion other Shonen series revolve around action. Let Natsume Yuujinchou maintain it's themes of Empathy and Compassion resolving the conflicts (without some contrived in-world mechanic that makes all the violence healing; see Bleach's Zanpakuto and Konso). There are so few series like that, compared to the flood of Shonen. There will always be tons of Shonen action series to do action. Let them handle it. Let Natsume Yuujinchou stay Natsume Yuujinchou.

I'm reminded that i almost dropped Dandadan after ep1, so i shouldn't be so surprised that i have a lot of criticisms of it, when compared to one of my favorite series of all time. But I'm going to stick with Dandadan. Being okay doesn't mean it's bad. And I've been wanting to get into a new Shonen series. Even tho the genre has been proving to be less for me and my apparently changing tastes these days. I do miss having an action series that can inspire/make me feel Fighting Spirit. But we'll see if my changing tastes will allow that for me anymore. Maybe it's just time to accept that maybe my Shonen-genre-obsessed phase is over, and maybe i need to learn to let it go.

Or maybe i just watched ep6 while in a depressed mood (because of irl horrors), so of course my brain fixated on flaws. I really need to stop expecting media to make me happy enough to pull me out of my bad moods. It didn't work with Wreck It Ralph, Capt America, Tangled, and I'm sure some anime. The only media proven powerful enough to do that with me has been Rumiko Takahashi. I really need to stop expecting anything else, besides Takahashi and my all-time favorites, to meet that standard.

[mortyvongola2-0]

Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Tobirama Senju x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smutty smut

Word Count: 13k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I won’t let them take her.

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

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

“Very well.”

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

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

Yes, your mind supplied. Its better this way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“O-okay,” she sniffled pathetically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are in my domain.”

“Your domain?”

“Yes.”

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

“I am Tobirama.”

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

“That’s Lord Tobirama to you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His avoidance of your question irritated you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“Then the previous sacrifices?”

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

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

“Lord Hashirama had weakened too?”

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

“But not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-So, am I enough?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A whimper almost escaped you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-No,” you whimpered. “I’m not—”

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

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

“Ritual,” you panted.

This isn’t the ritual?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.”

“Do you know where that is?”

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

You nodded and muttered, “Just cold.”

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

“Yes, thank you.”

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

“Of course.”

“Good, then move over for a moment.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hashirama||Madara

Season 2

[daddy-suguru]

Madara + spanking 👀 I just know he won't stop until you're sobbing pathetically. Little hiccups punctuating your apologies. "Sorry sir. 'M so sorry. Won't be bad again. Wanna be your good girl please. Please sir. Hurts so much" Another harsh slap to your warm red ass "You're not sorry for being bad. Only sorry you got caught. Now hush silly girl. You still have 20 more to go"

I really want to indulge in this. It’s Madara. How can I not? Also, I'm sorry that I added Toji to this because I thought this prompt fits both of them. I just I need them both to bully this pussy. And I know I didn't have self-control before, but with this post my self-control is in the negatives. I need someone to stop me. Just ignore all logic and enjoy the smut!

𝟚𝟘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠

𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖…dark nsfw, one shot, naruto and jjk cross over au

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤... You were a brat at the local city market towards someone high ranking. Something which isn't tolerated by brat taming Madara and Toji. Both men love every chance they get to bully you in bed, more than they normally do. They don’t know what gets him off more, your tears, or your blood that spills as you squirm when he cuts you.

𝕔/𝕨…  very self indulgent, mxw, mxwxm, crossover au, King!Madara, Queen!Reader, Royal Knight!Toji painslut!brat!reader, brat!tamer toji, brat tamer!madara, knife play, blood, impact play, bondage - silk ties and then later sex swing, face fucking, dacryphilia, edging, heavy degradation, spit, a little soft talk, blood and cum, impact play - flogger, sex for aftercare, fucking reader till she passes out and is ridden bed bound after they are done, squirting, size kink, belly bulge, painal

𝕨/𝕔…6.3k of pure smut

Happy to take a break from reading the boring papers that still awaited his signature before it would pass. You are all Madara needs to see, only he doesn't find you any of the first three places he looks.

It dawns on him that Toji might have taken you to the tower. And sure enough, here you are, tied up on display with Toji's cock stuffed past your swollen lips. The red color of your lipstick smeared and coloring the base of Toji's cock in a spit covered ring.

"Don't tell me what she did this time. I don't really care. It seems like you just started our Queen's punishment. Look at you tied up fancy whore in pretty golden silk." They couldn't have you with any rope burn. The media would have a field day if they saw it the marks around your wrist. The silk look so beautiful against your skin and the intentions left behind faded away after some hours, making the silk perfect.

Toji beckoning Madara over by saying, "Madara come look at her, she's already crying from stretching her throat out with my cock." Toji pulls his cock out of your mouth so Madara can see your tearful face better. With your make up ruined, lips parted as you pant and your eyes tearful, your chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

Your nipple hoops, connected by a thin chain glinting in the light setting sun, coming in through the large arching windows of the tall tower. You were beautiful like this, silk fully bound with your legs forced open, bent at the knees. And your arms behind your back making your chest push up, bring more attention to your breasts.

Madara grabs the thin chain and tugs it, pulling on your nipples. And saying in disappointment, "You're crying so easily?" Even though your tears have Madara's cock throbbing in dark pants, becoming uncomfortable as his cock hardens and grows in length.

You protest and attempt to proclaim some false innocence now that your husband is here, telling him, "Toji edged me and won't let me cum. Please Daddy, he's being mean I did nothing!"

Madara narrows his eyes, ignoring you and telling Toji, "Grab the o-ring if our little brat what's to lie to us she won't speak at all." Toji is quick to follow his King's orders. The tower's sex dungeon in the tower, so throughly used by Toji and Madara for than just punishment, but almost every time the two of them wanted to get kinkier than they could in your chamber's. So it didn't take Toji long to find what Madara wanted.

"The two of you punishing me isnt fair. Both of you are too much alone but together."

Slapping you hard across the face to shut you up, "Sluts don't get a say. They get used and fill up full of cum. Now you became a worthless slut the moment you acted up. So now we are going to such that pretty mouth and you are going to let us use your whore body to remind ours why we bother keeping you around and why I shouldn't just find a new Queen to give me an heir."

Toji stands next to Madara, who holes your head up by your hair. The two of them working together to put the o ring in your mouth, keeping you from speaking.

Toji tells Madara, "Wonderful idea, my king. She always gets so fucking mouthy and annoying. From being annoying hot to being annoyingly mouthy."

Madara spits in your mouth, which you swallow as he sneers, "Your mouth is only good thing about you and normally you like to use it for other things. Like from the sound of it being a brat when Toji tried to bring you home. Is that it?"

Toji steps off to the side. As he remembers the first time he watched you get fucked by Madara. It was before Madara had formed any real attachment to you beyond physical. And the only reason Madara had wed you was to combine his country with your making it the leading country it is now.

Toji rats you out anyway, even though Madara said he didn't want to hear it. Toji just had to tell him anyway, "She almost started a war with one of our neighboring country with her smart mouth today." You were the one who start Madara's journey into bdsm, and Toji could remember giving tips on how to punish your bratty self came in handy. And how it resulting it him getting more hands on at Madara's command.

Madara glares at you, a scowl getting deeper on his face as he listens to his knight, Toji. Before he says to you, "You were being a fucking little bitch today. Are you trying to make things harder on me?” You try to shake your head no to object, but your frustrated whines come out as garbling.

“Toji, get between her legs and play with her pussy. She can't cum, but you can.”

“Yes Madara, do you mind if I cut our slut?” During times like these behind closed doors the two friends who understood each other best in their cold, cruel natures drop the titles. And happily disrespect you even though Toji would be dead refer to you as anyone other than his rightful Queen, who has his undying loyalty and life sworn to you in protection, in the presence of someone else. But secluded from prying eyes Toji and Madara got more comfortable.

Madara tells Toji, “Do have you wish? I trust you won’t let her cum without my permission.”

Toji inspects the clean and sharp blades that rest next to each other on a table as he says, “Sluts don’t get rewarded after all.”

Madara groans as he watches his cock bulging in your throat. He pauses with gagging around him, grabbing your throat and squeezing with one of his large, rough hands. Madara tells Toji, "Leave her ass untouched. After I cum in her throat, I want to bruise her ass myself. Almost starting a war with this smart mouth of yours today wouldn’t be the first.”

Toji grabs the gold handle knife. It matched the pretty silk that has you stung and tied up. With an enormous grin, he walks over to you, getting between your legs. His response is, “You know you love her smart mouth, all the more reason to punish her.” Pressing the tip of the knife to the back of your thigh. Slowly applying more pressure till blood trickles down to your ass. Which Toji smears by dragging the flat of the blade along your skin.

Madara groans, “You’re right." Smirking down at you as he takes the crown off his head. His long hair falling forward, framing his face, as he smirks down at you. I wanted to fuck the brat out of her since she started glaring at me.” Pulling his cock out of your mouth and letting you breathe, any little gasp of air you get comes out quickly in soft cries. The sweet pain of Toji cutting your thighs, between the silk rope that wraps tightly around your thighs. Your pussy clenches as Toji makes a deep enough cut on the back of your other thigh, that you can feel the warmth trickling down.

Toji leans in and you feel his warm tongue as he licks up what drips. Before he bites down on the cut he made. As he slips his fingers up and down your slit, stopping for a second at your pussy hole.

Slowly pulling his cock out of your mouth and frowning as he roughly takes the o ring off your face. Before roughly slapping your fat with his heavy cock.

Toji asks Madara, "What's wrong?"

Answering back, "I hate this fucking brat making me what to hear her sweet voice. I missed it for some damn reason.". Quickly thrusting his cock down your throat to hear you gag before he walks away from you, setting his crown on its holder. And then putting the o ring back where it was.

You say, "What a weird way to say you love me." Before moving your mouth again, trying to rid it a little of the ache the o ring and getting throat fucked has given you.

Toji suggests to Madara, "Or do you want to let her just talk herself into more trouble because it's more fun for us that way?" He thought of the electro-wand that came in recently. The thought of zapping your cute puffy clit to make you jerk against the silk the binds your arms behind your chest, wraps around both of legs, holding both of of your legs in a v shape. While your head dangles, the silken rope wrapped around your chest keeping you at the perfect height for their cocks.

Madara says, "I think that's it."

Toji asks, "Which one are you saying that to?" Madara just grins, not answering, as he grabs a set of nipple clamps and a butt plug with some lube. The latter two items he hands to Toji, who then places the knife on your stomach.

Toji tells you, "Stay still." As he covers the butt plug with lube. While Madara moves back by your head, his cock and balls pressing against your face as he puts the clamps on your nipples, the metal hoop inside them adding to the pain the clamps bring you.

Madara flicks them both, you moan, "I know I'm not supposed to enjoy my punishment, but the two of you are making it hard."

Toji slaps your pussy and then sticks three fingers deep into your wet heat, spreading his thick fingers around, telling you, "That's why you can't cum."

Whining to both of them, "For how long?" As you wiggle your hips and push against Toji's fingers as he smears lube over your asshole.

"Until I give your spankings, Toji can pick out what I spank you with." Toji grabs the knife he left on your stomach as Madara lines his cock up with your lips. He smears his thick pre-cum over your bottom lip before you open your mouth and he starts at a fast and rough pace.

Grabbing your throat to keep your face still as he fucks his cock into your throat. Which he tightly squeezes every time his fat cock makes your small throat bulge with his girth.

"I'll decide when you what to spank her little whore's ass. Look at her," giving you a shallow cut underneath the silk. Your blood seeps into the silk. You whimper and moan as Toji finishes by saying, "she's getting off on this. Getting cut and tied up like this with their throat's so full of cock that it's bulging."

"Cut her stomach." Toji moves closer to your wet heat, placing his cock on your pussy and pressing the tip of the knife into your stomach.

Toji grins as he tells you, "Cut yourself by moving your hips. I can't slap your ass, but I can get that want and zap your cute pussy till you're crying while Madara fucks your throat. Now move."

Dragging your pussy up and down the length of Toji's cock, making the knife pierce your stomach. Madara's eyes widen at the sight of the blood as he leans down and Toji moves away from you.

You try to whine around Madara's cock as he bites down on your stomach, mimicking Toji from before. But there is no air in your lungs, too.

Madara lets go of your throat and grabs your ass. He moans, "You taste sweet. I bet you would sound just as sweet if I let you breathe some air to cry. But I don't think you deserve to breathe."

Madara leans up and Toji steps back between your legs. This time Toji pushes just the tip past your lips, keeping himself there. As he places the knife to your clit. And you, as you are getting weak from the lack of air, you don't react. So Toji turns the blade onto its side and slowly rubs small circles with the flat against your pussy. While he tells Madara, "Her body is going to get so limp, she won't be able to struggle as I cut her up."

Madara tells you, as he fucks your throat again. "You don't need to be awake for us to use you. I could make you pass out, not let you enjoy any part of your punishment. And leave you tied up covered in our cum for you to wake up alone." You slap against his thigh in weak protest. While Toji pulls the knife away and slams his hips against yours, his heavy ball sack hitting your ass cheeks. As your stomach bulges with Toji's cock.

Toji tells you, "True, your pussy gets wet for us all the time during your sleep. Too bad this won't be us treating you to waking up by making you cum." Moving his slowly, and all you can think about is the cocks dragging stuffing you.

Madara pinches your nose as he fucks your mouth. His balls hitting your forehead. "Or maybe if you hold your smart all mouth for once and be a good girl for us, I'll let you stay awake." He pulls his cock out of your mouth and lets go of your nose.

Toji scoffs, "You really think she is going to behave for once?" As onto your hip and starts picking up his slow pace.

Trying to catch your breath, you softly beg, "I can be good." Taking a few more breaths of air before pleading with them, "Just let me stay awake! I missed you." You interrupt your own begging with moans as Toji's cock hitting the back of your pussy roughly makes it hard to form words. After a minute, you say, "Even if you're mad at me, I want your attention."

Toji's grin falters as pauses, with his cock inside you, and says, "What's this? Oh, did you really believe that woman? Is that why you got so mad and almost started a war?"

Madara says, "Explain."

Looking up from you to Madara, telling him, "That damn slut got real nasty with her, saying that you don't really love her. Which I thought she knew better."

Madara cradles your face between both hands. He says, "You mean so much to me, baby girl. I love your smart mouth, waking up next to you every morning and I would do anything for you. Don't act foolish and let someone else make you doubt how much I love you. Toji and I can take turns showing you how much we adore you if you have the energy after your punishment."

"Both of you are mean to me, but I love it. Please let me stay awake."

"You can stay awake. Your reactions are too cute. And like I said, I missed hearing your voice. So you're going to help Toji cum and then you're going to take your thirty spanks from me. And don't even think about trying to cum on Toji's cock. He spent the morning putting up with your bratty ass, so you're going to let him use your pussy while I watch your cute face."

Happily saying, "Yes, sir, thank you for putting up with me." Watching Madara, who sits on the edge of the bed, which isn't too far from where you're tied up at. He wraps his hand around his cock, fisting his head, using the leftover spit.

Toji gently said, as he nicks your side with the knife, "She terrified you, didn't she? You barely ever thank us for your punishment, even when told to do so."

You tell him, letting yourself be vulnerable instead of hiding behind a smart as comment, you say, "I love both of you. Which I didn't expect out of my arranged marriage to Madara. I don't like the idea I'm only met for breeding and after a few years, you going to replace me with a younger wife."

Madara's eyes widen a little, the idea of not having you by his side. He pauses his hand and tells you, "I never expected to become as fond of you as I've become. Ever since that night, we almost lost you and I assigned Toji to be your personal guard. I hope I would never have to live a day or night without you love."

After Madara finishes speaking, Toji tells you, "You should know this. After I saved your damn life two nights ago. If you really were for nothing more than breed, why did we both risk our damn lives for you? It scared both of us. We almost lost you. So don't you dare insult both of us by believing for a second we don't love you."

Madara picks up after Toji, saying, "It's insulting she would doubt us. Both of us may share with you, but we don't expect you to share us. We lucked out loving each other in this arranged marriage. And it was on me for having Toji discipline you in bed. By the time I realized I had feelings for you, Toji did too. And I trust him with mine and obvious your life. So it's only natural that both of us love you, yes both of us want to breed you." To prove his point, he thrusts his hips, watching your tight pussy tug and pull when he bottoms out.

Toji glides the tip of the blade between your tits, "We only want to see you as the Mother of our children." And as he hits, the nipple clamps with the knife. Then he moves the blade under the chain that connects your nipple rings and he sharply pulls the knife up. Pulling your sore nipples together and making the clamps twist and move a little.

Toji goes onto say, "Both of us have black hair and dark eyes. Who is going to look Madara in the eyes and tell him that his child isn't his child? Even though really one of them will be mine, I hope for a boy. I want to name him Megumi."

Between the whimpers and the moans as Toji's fat cock head hits the back of your pussy. "The two of you want to make me a Mommy?"

Madara grins, and you wish he wasn't upside down to you. Either way, watching him stroke his cock as you squeezing Toji's cock, who heavily groans. As he slices your thigh, and then bites down on it, letting the blood fill up his mouth. As Madara says to you, "Soon. And we can't have your smart mouth starting any wars. Now onto you getting punished. I want to hear her begging to cum, do you think you can get her to do that?"

The way your face scrunches up from the pain, as you try to jerk your body away while whimpering to Madara, "I thought you wanted me to behave."

Madara groans as he reaches down to fondle his balls while watching your smaller body bounce against Toji's. His large hand bruising your bloody thigh, while he leaves small shallow cuts on your breasts. Your expression is a mixture of pain and pleasure. "I'll let you beg all you want tonight. I just want to hear your pretty voice. Keep making that cute face and beg." Your face is tearful, dark lines of mascara running down from the way your head hangs, and lipstick smeared around your lips from Toji and Madara fucking your throat.

You're a beautiful mess. Their beautiful Queen.

Begging your husband, your sight shaky and a string of moans passes over your lips. As Toji picks up his pace, the sound of slapping skin and your loud pussy making Madara's cock throb. Then you begging Madara, "Wanna cum on Toji's cock, Madara. It's fair she was mean to me first. Please let me cum. It feels so good with his cock hitting that back of my pussy while he cuts him. I want to so badly, please." And that pushes Madara over the edge. His thick cum spills over his hand. And he stops, standing up and walking over to your head, holding out his cum covered fingers.

Toji smirks down at you as you open your mouth for Madara to stuff three of his fingers down into your throat. As you wrap your lips and moan around Madara's fingers. Your soft tongue swirling around them, making his softening cock twitch.

Toji moves his knife between your legs, rubbing the flat of the blade against your clit. As he groans, "That's too bad. Shit, the way you clench around me, you really like being fucked like a slut, don't you? All covered in blood, with your pussy gushing, sucking cum of Madara's fingers. I bet you would love cumming right now."

Madara reminds Toji, "Remember, stay away from her ass. That's mine to bruise up tonight. You had her all morning since I didn't have her sit next to me on her throne."

Toji moves the knife to the inside of your thigh, careful to only cut your skin instead of the "Madara and I let you try to relax at the market. You could go shopping, eat some food, but you almost got an actual fight with another Queen instead."

Madara pulls his fingers out of your mouth and you whine, "I'm sorry!"

Madara grabs your already aching throat, squeezing it as he says, "No, you're not. You're just sorry you're getting punished. That bitch may have been acting like a brat, but that doesn't mean you have to. You can be a good girl, or at least pick better moments to be a fucking brat." And smiling as you gasp for air, only to moan again, you're getting close.

"You better not fucking cum, brat. I'm so fucking close, just kept squeezing me."

"Can't, I want to so badly. Can I please? I won't do it ever again."

"You better fucking not and quit your fucking lying." Madara pinches both of your cheeks and pulls on them, spitting into your open mouth. Which you quickly swallow and stick your tongue back out. And Toji is pulling out, pumping the tip of his cock and spurting thick cum all over you.

Leaving you crashing as you clench around nothing. And in your frustration, you sob, fat tears blur your vision.

Madara grins, your tears making his cock hard again. Madara taunts you by saying, "I thought you were all done crying. I should have known once a cry baby always a little dirty crybaby. You ready for your thirty spankings?" You try to answer back, but you cut yourself off with a cry as Madara and Toji both roughly pull a clamp off your nipple.

Madara tells Toji, "Pick out what she gets her spankings with. And give me the knife." Toji goes to look at their selection of toys meant to spank you. While Madara cuts the bloody silk bonds around your legs, which you wrap around his waist. Before he wraps an arm around your waist and frees your top half. Pulling you to his body, his chest against your aching nipples, and the way he hugs your body is soothing.

Madara lays you on your back on the bed. "Toji left you such a bloody mess, covered in so many shallow cuts and cum on your belly. Yet your pussy is drooling."

"Here's a towel to keep the cum from getting in her cuts."

"Aw I wanted to be messy for you, your good girl taking punishment covered in blood and cum." Madara's cock is fully hard as he rubs the weeping tip against your pussy lips. You looked breathtaking and fucked up, with your pussy swollen. His eyes turn red and you gasp as you smile.

You can't stop yourself from saying, "Madara and Toji, getting off on this. With both of your cocks getting hard at the thought of my hurt cum covered body. You just want to make me cry and hurt me more. That's sick." As you get some of Toji's cum on your finger and stick it in your mouth.

Toji grins and hands Madara the leather flogger as he says, "There's that smart mouth." Your eyes widen as Toji flips you over and puts you on your feet with your ass int he air. He flicks the jewel of your butt plug between your cheeks.

Madara chuckles lightly before he said, "Being a good girl lasted all of what, fifteen to twenty minutes?" Giving both of your cheeks two stinging hard hits. As your knees buckle and give, hitting the floor roughly.

Toji sits on the bed beside you and he grabs you by your hair, picking up your head and slapping you across your face, cutting your crying off. Then spitting in your face, he tells you, "Pick your ass up your disgraceful, foul mouth dirty whore. And beg Madara to hurt you." Slowly, with shaky legs, you stand up.

You sniffle, "Please spank my ass and bruise it up. I want you to beat my little whore ass up before you roughly fuck me with your fat cock." As you reach for Toji's hardening cock, stroking it. The pussy juices coating his cock, making it easier for your pump your fist up and down his length.

Madara gives your bloody thighs three slaps each, before slapping each cheek once. Not even missing a beat when your legs buckle and your knees hit the floor again. And Toji moves your fist up and down his cock by holding onto your wrist.

Madara stops only as you screaming, "Please! Please!" Madara slips two fingers inside of you, spreading them apart before closing them. And rubbing your sweet spot. Your pussy squeezes his fingers like it's a cock you can milk. And when he pulls his fingers away. Your pussy transfixes Madara, as your gummy walls try not to let him go.

You're getting so close quickly. Toji edging you earlier making you all the more senstive and Madara is happy to ruin your peak. As you sob out, "I can't do this."

Madara tells you, with a sneer to his voice. As he picks your hips up and puts you back in place. "Yes, you can, you stupid brat. You have only twenty more." The flogger is rough on you, and after this you wouldn't be making a public appearance. He could tell the public you were sick again. Which wouldn't help the rumors that he was trying to get rid of you. But those rumors be damned.

You protest right away, telling Madara, "I'm sure I should have less than-" Once again, you cut yourself off by crying as Madara gives both cheeks three hits.

Madara is quick to tell you, "I doubt you've been counting, so you can't prove me wrong. So regardless of how many you've already had. Which now you are right is less than twenty. I'm saying you have twenty more hits left, don't you?"

Your voice breaks as you can only make out two words through your sobs, "That's six!"

Toji taunts you, saying with a smirk, "You can scream it louder than that, can't you? Let us hear the pain in your voice." Two more slaps to your pussy and you can't stand anymore. Your legs giving out every time Madara tries to stand you back up.

In pain but wanting to give Toji want he wants, hoping they praise you after this. You scream, "TEN!" Your throat feels scratchy.

Madara tells Toji, "Push her like that and she'll end up losing her voice again. Some of our help already believes we are torturing her in here." As he remembers the one time the wind carried your screams to maid who heard them when walking near the tower. Who ended up becoming really concerned about your well being? It didn't help that you couldn't walk for the following day. He doesn't comfort you, you would give him this. By now you're too weak to walk on your own and your incredibly vulnerable trembling on bent over the edge of the bed, cut up and bruised.

Toji is happy to say, "That's because we are, and she is getting off on it. And or if she not getting off right now, she's letting you beat her cheeks senseless because it gets us off. Either way, it's just as sick. We may want it, but you're enabling us so damn much. Also, let us not forget whose idea it was to have a sex tower. What did you think was going to end up happening in here?" You take two more slaps on each.

"Four-" you can't get out the rest of the word. And stares at Madara, who shrugs. He wanted to push you. And you had yet to use your safe word during punishment.

Toji asks, "Baby girl, what's your safe word?"

Madara drags the flogger over to your ass. You shiver, still so sensitive and reactive despite what you've endured from Toji and Madara. You answer Toji after a few minutes, "Bratty Pineapple. I can finish. I want to prove I can be a good girl and take my punishment."

Cursing softly, as you "Shit damn, I love you so much baby girl."

Your voice sounds rough as you reply, "I love you too, Toji."

Madara decides, "After this, we can put her in the sex swing to help us fuck her holes till she cums a few more times. After putting letting us torture her, we are going to reward her for being a good girl." One more slap to each cheek.

"That's sixteen," Madara counts for you.

Toji lines his cock up with your mouth, using your hand to jerk off, not doing enough for him anymore. As he speaks over you about you to Madara, "No wonder she's depraved, we brain washed her. Fucked her dumb and broke her little pussy to where she will take anything and everything just as long as we make her cum afterwards." One more slap to each check. And Madara stops, pushing off two of the hits to rub his aching cock head up and down your wet slit. The previous neglect of himself making and watching your pussy clench and drool cream making Madara sensitive even though he has already finished on his hand.

Toji groans as he slowly fucks half of his fat cock in your mouth. While you meekly try to move your tongue. Letting go of your hair and cradling your chin, he tells you, "You only have two more than we can put you in the swing since you can't stand and we are going to make you cum so hard you'll forget the pain for a little while. And for the next few days while you heal up, I'll be there to spoil you rotten."

Madara grins and says, "No wonder she's a brat."

Toji shrugs and pulls his cock out of your mouth as Madara pulls back his hand and gives you your last two slaps. He says over your cries, "Your orders were to take care of her in any way I saw fit."

Weakly, you snort at Toji's words. As Madara drops the flogger and Toji grabs the previously forgotten hand towel on the bed. He goes to the bathroom they had built into the tower for quick cleanups. While Madara lays you on your back on the bed.

"And after taking something like this, our baby girl deserves to be spoiled, don't you?"

Toji return with two wet hand towels and a dry one. And a bottle of peroxide. He sets the brown bottle on the bed. He handed a wet towel to Madara as both men got on either side of you. And they gently wipe clean the blood that's been drying.

Toji softly tells you, "You did so good, and I know you're so tired, but once we clean you up, it's time for us to take care of you. Do you want to cum still?"

"Please Toji, Madara," they adore how you breathe their name, in your soft voice. And the plea that follows, "I need to." Has Madara groaning as he leans in to kiss you. While Toji softly presses sweet kisses around the cuts.

Then he grabs the peroxide and pouring some more on the towel. As you whimper against Madara's lips while Toji tries his best to clean your stomach and breasts gently.

Madara pulls away and kisses your forehead before saying, "Thank you for taking so much. You did so well. And looked so beautiful trembling underneath me, bloody and crying. I love you so much, sweetheart."

Smiling and saying, "I love you too, Madara."

Toji and Madara clean the thigh on their side. Toji then pats you dry with the third hand towel he brought before he picks you up, carrying you over to the sex swing. Where Madara helps him strap you up in the cuffs that are squishy and soft on the inside. You're more upright this time, with your legs spread and bent, making it easy to reach his ass and pussy.

Madara kneels in front of you, softly kissing your puffy pussy, which still aches from the stingy slaps Madara gave you earlier. So you flinch away from him, only to melt when he slips his soft wet tongue past your lips. And his rough tub strokes circles into your clit.

You moan, "Madara that feels so good in my poor little pussy, please. I want to cum on your face." As Madara groans into your pussy and pressing down a little harder on your clit.

Toji encourages you, "You can cum as much as you want. I'm sure Madara would love it if you squirted on his face." He is standing by the anal toys, grabbing some beads that only get bigger with each bead and the bottle of lube. He gets behind you and pulls the plug out of your ass. And dropping the plug, before he lubes up the beads and sticks the first bead past your tight hole.

"You moan so sweetly, just like that baby girl. Let go, think about his tongue buried in your pussy. How good it feels to have him licking your sweet gummy walls?"

"So good. I love having Madara eat my pussy out and play with my clit."

"You like filling your ass up stretching your asshole out just a little more. Your asshole is so tight it won't let go of the toy when I pull on it."

You look up at Toji the best you can, before telling him, "You can still fuck my ass, barely prepped Toji. I know how much you like my asshole painfully squeezing your cock."

Madara pulls away from your pussy, slipping two of his fingers and rubbing your sweet spot. As your head leans back against Toji's chest. While Madara looks up ant tells you, "You're too good for us, the best lover. We adore you can't you tell how much you mean to us. How crazy you make the both of us? We are all three still animals, and when we look at you, there is the primal need to protect you, fuck you and make you smile. Let no one make you doubt how much we love you." His soft words, with his thick fingers stroking your pussy in the way he knows you love best. While Toji slips the last of the beads of our your ass and lines his fat cock up with your asshole. You getting so close to cumming.

Toji pushes his fat head into your asshole with a heavy groan that as you clenching around Madara's fingers, gushing. Madara keeps finger fucking you through your high until you're whining. As Toji pushes half of his cock inside your ass.

"So fucking beautiful every time you cum. And," Madara stands up, licking his fingers as he stares into your eyes. While he reaches down with his other hand and he rubs his cock up your slit to rub against your clit. "You taste so damn sweet."

You start to plea, your voice whiney, "Madara, Toji's cock in my ass hurt so good . I want to feel your cock in my pussy, please. Can you fuck my tight pussy till I can't handle it anymore? I'm already bruised, so you might as well fuck me how you want to. Please Mads fuck me. I need you. I want you so badly."

Toji slams all of his cock inside you as you rapidly squeeze him, making it feel like your ass is throbbing around him. As Toji groans, pausing for a second to enough you before he bottoms out as Madara slams his hips in. His cock head hitting the back of your pussy as he moans, "You're so damn wet."

"Her ass is milking my cock. You're going to look so dirty with both of your holes dripping with cum when we finished stuffing you."

"Please breed both of your needy little whore holes. Please Toji, Please Madara." You switch back and forth, begging and moaning out their names.

They sandwiched you between of their hard, scarred, warm chests. As Madara grabs your hips, keeping your body still so they could better pound both of your holes. As they switch to timing their thrusts without passing a word between them.

Your body is getting weaker. Your arms are too sore to grab onto them or the sex swing. And against your will, your eyes are drooping as your body is giving into exhaustion.

"Don't pass out on us just yet, baby girl. We not done with you." Madara grabs your face, making you look him in the eye as he sticks his thumb in your mouth, pressing it against your tongue when you don't suck. And he knows it's because you don't have the energy to.

Neither man could blame you after what they put your body through. "It's a good thing I don't think I can last too long. Her ass feels too good."

Madara groans, "Her pussy is sucking me in deep. Fuck, I wanted this to last longer, but I suppose we should have paced ourselves then."

Toji softly "When you wake u, baby girl, both of us are going to be there cuddling you. Don't worry, sweetheart, we are going to take good care of you." The last thing you feel is Madara's lips against your forehead and their fat cocks deep in your gut.

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[iambilliejeanok]

Really anything Madara or like Uchiha kink head canons IDK IM JUST SO THIRSTY FOR MADARA AND ANYTHING U WRITE IS GOOD JUST A CRUMB PLZ ITS ALL I ASK FOR _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ oh and take ur time!

This is a special order for my number one wifey♥️ I had to push all the others to the side sorry ✋🏾

Warnings: 18+,kinky shit, smut okay.

Madara x Reader

Sasuke x Reader

Just gonna say that not all of these are kinks, some of them are about how sexual habits.

Madara

Madara will finger your any chance he gets you hear me. Any chance!

He’s literally obsessed which watching them dip inside of you, slowly curling them, gradually picking up the pace, his eyes glued on you. Everything about you is mesmerizing. The different faces you make, the way your body shakes, the way your ass jiggles with the force of his hand. Jesus you’re a fucking goddess when you’re on verge of an orgasm. This is an experience for him. His heart goes 🥺🥺😈😈😈 when you start whimpering and whining, trying your best to not hurt him but also unable to stop yourself from clawing and kicking.

Maybe I’m the morning, you’ll wake up with his head buried between your legs, already panting and moaning from the flicking of his tongue right before he sucks on you, his eyes on your pretty face so he can watch you crumble. Once he feels that you’re overstimulated enough it’s time for that finger action. You’re such an erotic little angel to him, taking in deep breaths and pushing against his chest while he slowly sinks two fingers in and out of you, watching them disappear inside of you, a ring of cream around them as he slowly pumps, curling them ever so slightly, watching you throw your head back and cry out.

When you actually start shivering and become squirmy, it’s time time to dick you the fuck down. He’s going to destroy you and you’re going to take it…unless you safeword him.

Obsessed with making out with you while he’s aggressively fingering you, and when you struggle to kiss him back he whispers praises against your lips, his warm breath brushing against your face while you’re pushing him away and failing since he’s so strong. Will reduce you to a teary, whiny, pleading mess. Just with his hands alone.

During hot tub/jacuzzi or even bath time, you’re on his lap, and his fingers are inside of you, you’re eyes rolling to the back of your head as you struggle to converse with him, an orgasm raining down on you so heavenly you might wanna cry.

He loves fingering you so much that it becomes a habit and he does it absentmindedly now. His hand snaking between your thighs, burying itself under your towel to start rubbing lazy circles on your clit-while he’s brushing teeth next to you doing your face routine. You’ll most likely cum because he does get carried away, that’s why you gotta stop him soon enough or else he actually starts paying attention to what he’s doing.

I’ve mentioned this before but I’ll still say it again. Because he loves fingering you, he really really enjoys seeing you in short skirts or dresses. It’s perfect for a quickie, when he wants to watch your cum drip your legs during his office hours. He can be a big bully though. He’ll make you stand in front of him, while he sits in his chair, his face snug against your pelvis so he can suck on your clit while slowly fingering you. If you fall over he gets to have his way with you, if not you’re free to leave and continue about your day. What do you think is gonna happen?

Sasuke

Sasuke actually has a serious degradation kink. Throw in a little sadism in there too. He’s a very hardcore dom.

He’s also the type to tie you all the way up just for fun, and fuck you nice and hard, going as deep as he can just to make everything super overwhelming for you. He has this technique that always leaves you trembling, your cooch gushing him out from the intensity of your orgasm but that’s okay because just gonna out it right back in. If you push him out again he’s gonna pop it in again. Simple.

Loves giving you a particularly hard time, he can and is 100% going to make your orgasms aggressive and super intense that you pass out.

Remember when I said he likes tying you up? That’s also because he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself or him, because you do pull his hair really hard and scratch him enough that he bleeds…and you bite…and kick…so yeah he’s tying you up.

Ignorings your tears because you’re crying water not blood right? You’ll be fine it’s just an orgasm, it won’t kill you. When you start that sweet whining/crying he gets a little softer, but he’s still not stopping. “Don’t cry my little pup, daddy is almost done, just a little longer? Or can you not keep up with daddy?…Pathetic” or maybe something like “Is my little puppy too dumb to use words? What? Too much? What’s too much ? Oh when I do this?”, and he will literally force another orgasm out of you.

The recovery process takes a while. A long while. And he also genuinely enjoys taking care of you after a good fucking. You did a great job for him so let him return the favour. Will literally carry you everywhere. Everywhere. Your wish is his command.

Might be a daddy in the sheets but he’s such a sweetheart when he’s not fucking you.

❤️‍🔥 @sodium-noodlez 💐🙈🥰❤️‍🔥 @rahatake 💐❤️‍🔥 @hkzv 💐🤗❤️‍🔥 @feelingsandemotionsnotexplored 🥺🙊💐❤️‍🔥 @smutteedreams 🥰🙊💐

[u-rumi]

Tw: mention of suicide (shisui)

Something I hate about the Naruto fandom is probably how much they erase the Uchiha suffering and how some of them always are portrayed as the funny emo who live for the sake of another character (like Hashirama/Madara, Obito/Kakashi, Sasuke/Naruto).

For example, Madara's case, where we never got to see his side of the story (only Hashirama's view because as usual the Senju can do no wrong so only showing the Uchiha clan killing a kid and ignoring the 3 other brothers of Madara was the right thing to do). Well, at this point of the story, Madara already lost 3 of his younger brothers, and we can assume only assume most members of his clan were killed by the Senju clan too. So, the only thing Madara wants at this moment of the story is to stop fighting and protect the only brother he got left with.  Basically, Madara's life is bad even if he found a friend in Hashirama because after all, no one can replace his brothers, even a kid with the "same" dream. So now my question is, why do most of the fandom treats Madara as Hashirama's whore? I'm not even joking, why do people erase Madara's all suffering and life only for him to be some type of yandere schoolgirl for Hashirama? Certainly, I can't say Madara hates Hashirama, they show signs of liking each other but why make it Madara's only personality trait?

Izuna died at the hands of Tobirama, the younger brother of Hashirama. The Senju hate the Uchiha, Tobirama hate Madara and Hashirama couldn't choose Madara over his brother, so why Madara should have chosen a village that clearly hates him (despite being one of the founders and the one who named it)? Hashirama tells him to be the Hokage, to view to villagers as his brothers (as if some strangers could replace the blood relatives you lived with but whatever), only to take it back from him, turning his clan against him, leaving him alone.  Hashirama didn't fight that much to actually make Madara the Hokage, he actually just go along with his younger brother's decision because he what? Ah yes, because he notices Madara was spying on them while his brother was calling him and his clan evil with no real evidence. The Uchiha have always lived far from others because everyone kept making rumors about them and guess who kept on pushing on those nasty gossip about them? Tobirama did. Tobirama didn't even try to see if those were real, he keeps agreeing with them, and Hashirama didn't even do shit about it. I'm sorry but none of the two of them actually care for the Uchiha. Hashirama was selfish, wanting to see Madara and his younger brother getting along because he didn't want to hurt one of them. When Izuna was stabbed to death, Madara had all the right to fucking lost his mind. Izuna gave willingly his eyes for the better of the clan because he loves them, he wanted peace for them. And despite that, everyone still talks about Izuna like he's some dumbass brat for not accepting Hashirama's offer (here's a really good post about why Izuna was right to decline Hashirama's offer). Right now I'm talking about Madara and Izuna but I could be talking about how everyone calls Sasuke a crybaby because he saw his whole clan being murdered by his older brother, how a pathetic village made a 13 years old child killed his own clan and parents, how some old bastard man stole and bullied a kid, making him killed himself, and there's more.

And actually, the same goes with Izuna and his death, suddenly everyone start saying it was okay because they were at war and Tobirama had all the right to be mad at Izuna because the Uchiha killed two of his brothers. But what about Madara? What about Izuna, who actually falls on the same treatment as his older brother as being painted as Tobirama's cute little wife by the fandom? Why the Uchiha clan is used as yaoi characters by the fandom? Madara and Izuna had all the rights in the world to be mad at the Senju too, they lost brothers, family, comrades at the hands of the Senju.

Madara saw it all coming. When he asked Hashirama where did he go wrong, it seriously annoyed the shit out of me because Hashirama and Tobirama carry that dumb brainwashing legacy that is the will of fire, turning kids into perfect little soldiers for the village and no one ever saw a problem with that.

Madara is way more than just Hashirama's friend, all the Uchiha are much more than what the fandom portrays them.

I didn't plan to make some post about it but when I saw shit like this, it gave me headaches.

[duckletranslations]

Fantasy Fairy Tale Ch 5

Season: Summer

A few days later, at the Snow White musical performance

Leo: Wahaha! This musical is so much fun! I have no idea how the next story will unfold!

I tried to make a memo of the inspiration coming to me here and there during the musical, but Mama and Ritsu sitting next to me grabbed me and I couldn’t move! They really went too far!

Ritsu: ‘Scuse me~ Tsukipi~, why are you talking as if Mikejimama and I are out to bully you? If we let you graffiti all over the theater, it’ll make a ruckus.

The staff here won’t be as lenient as Kei-chan, they won’t let you go after a few lectures~?

Leo: Huh? Anzu, I see you have a notebook and pen, can I borrow them?

Oh, thanks so much, I love you! Starting now, I’ll compose a song called “Princess Snow White and The Queen Are Good Friends” ☆

Madara: Hahaha! That would be hard to understand for people who haven’t watched this musical, right? But I reaaaaally love this reversal fairy tale!

Hajime: The amazing performances by the actors were so impressive, I can still vividly remember each scene on the stage ♪

The queen that Narukami-senpai played was no longer a vicious stepmother, but treated Snow White like her own daughter and helps make her look pretty. But one day, she asked the magic mirror—

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

Madara: “You, my queen, are very beautiful, but the most beautiful person in the world is Princess Snow Whiiiiiiiite!”

Hajime: The queen heard it and was shocked. No, she was very happy! They threw a grand celebration ball for Snow White. However, Snow White was unexpectedly captured by an assassin disguised as the prince of a neighboring country.

Snow White ran away and was rescued by a kind huntsman. The worried queen disguised herself as an old woman selling apple pie, and as she searched for traces of Snow White, she heard the news….

Madara: Finally, mother and daughter were able to reunite at the dwarves’ house in the forest. It was really touching and happy…...♪

More than that, Arashi’s performance was so brilliant that I couldn’t see Arashi as a beginner at all. During the curtain call, I was clapping so hard with all my strength and now my hands huuurt ☆

Arashi: Ufufu, the sound of Mama’s clapping was super loud. I heard it even from the stage.

Sorry for making you wait long. I changed out of the costume of The Queen before coming. That outfit is just so elaborate and pretty.

I want to appear on more stages, wear more gorgeous costumes, and fully enjoy the longing gaze and applause of the audience while under the spotlight even more…..♪

Ritsu: Fufu, Nacchan, I know you’re really excited from just finishing the show, but can you leave telling me your impressions for the after-party?

Arashi: Ara, that’s right. On the stage, I was concentrating so hard that now I’m starving.

Then let’s go right to Cinnamon, my treat today ♪

Madara: So, to celebrate Arashi-san’s successful performance in this Snow White musical, everyone, cheeeers—!

Arashi: Cheers~ ♪ Ufufu, to have such a grand after-party is a little embarrassing.

But while I’m on the soapbox, I’d like to give you all my thanks again.

Thanks to your support and help, I was able to stand on the stage of my dreams as the ideal Queen of my imagination.

Ritsu: Haha, don’t be shy Anzu, accept Nacchan’s thanks.

Once Ha~kun and I learned about the situation, you know how you asked Aoba-onii-chan to contact the NewDi officials and request permission to the theater side to create a new script.

If you think about it, everyone already knows the story of Snow White; if you present it as it is, people might find it boring.

And, as a condition for reproducing the musical, Tsukipi~ said he would compose for them for free….The way I see it, the other party definitely benefited?

Leo: Huh? I don’t really get the complicated things, it’s just that writing songs for Naru is fun!

And the script adaptation was so much fun! As I read it, notes sprang out one by one! Like this! ♪ ~ ♪ ~ …..

Madara: Hahaha, I think this sound is coming from Leo-san’s stomach, thoughhhh?

Arashi: Ara, you’re quite chatty. The food we ordered is here, so eat all you want ♪

Ritsu: Gulp, gulp…..ah~ ♪ Making it so that the Shinonon Brand is available to order at Cinnamon is one good deed Ecchan’s done.

Hajime: Ehehe, if you like it, I’ll brew it for you any time~

Also, Narukami-senpai ordered so many tasty-looking desserts that I don’t know which to try first ♪

Leo: Wahahaha! Instead, let’s take a picture and send it to the Knights group chat, Suo~ and Sena will envy us!

Arashi: Ufufu, it’ll most likely only be Tsukasa-chan wanting in. Izumi-chan might just point out that I don’t know how to control my calorie intake.

For a long time, I was dieting so strictly that it even got Ritsu-chan worrying over me. Now that my modeling and acting careers are over, I can treat myself on today at least ♪

Madara: ……

Arashi: ….Mama, you’ve been quiet for a while now, does the food not taste right?

Madara: Ahaha, of course not. I’m embarrassed, but it’s because out of all the people you invited to the musical, I’m the only one who didn’t help you out.

Arashi: Ah seriously, how could you say something like that! I might actually get mad!

You helped Anzu-chan by delivering her important message, also you encouraged me and cheered me on as you promised…..

Because I had a strong person like you by my side, I could rest easy and chase my dream with courage.

Madara: Hahaha, so that’s how you see it. I’m Mama, so of course I watch over cute kids whenever…..☆

Leo: Eh, Anzu, did you like the desserts that just came out? You just asked the employee to pack various boxes, didn’t you?

…..Ah, you have to go back to NewDi for work, and you want to give these desserts to Oba-chan as a thank you gift?

Arashi: Ufufu, no need for apologies, Anzu-chan. I’m sincerely satisfied just from showing you my hard work on the stage and celebrating together.

It’s about time anyway, so should we end here for today?

Leo: Yeah! I ate ‘til I was full. How about I go to NewDi with Anzu to find Oba-chan! To thank him for taking care of Knights’ very own Naru!

Madara: Then Mama will be off now, wait for Mama you twoooooo ♪

Arashi: Ara, then I’ll also—

Ritsu: ……

Arashi: Oh? Ritsu-chan, why are you suddenly leaning your head against me? Are you just playing cute?

Ritsu: Zzz, zzz

Arashi: Ara. He’s fallen asleep?

Hajime: Haha, sure seems that way. If you’re alright with it, shall we stay a little longer? So Ritsu-onii-chan can rest well.

In order to match the script to Tsukinaga-san’s composition style, Ritsu-onii-chan actually helped Anzu-san and put a lot of effort into the script.

To make it happen, Ritsu-onii-chan even went to Hasumi-senpai for advice on scriptwriting, and he barely finished it within the time frame.

Oh jeez, Onii-chan didn’t want you to know about this, so can you pretend you didn’t hear anything?

Arashi: Ufufu, don’t worry, Hajime-chan. Just like that, looks like we have another secret between us.

I’ll have to make time later to directly thank and say hi to Aoba-senpai. Right now we should be with Ritsu.

If you ever have any troubles in the future, I’d like for you to rely on me. I’ll pull out all the stops to help solve them.

Ritsu: Zzz, zzz ♪

Hajime: Ufufu, it looks like Ritsu-onii-chan is having a good dream. He’s smiling so peacefully ♪

Arashi: Yeah. His sleeping face is really cute. He really looks like an innocent baby ♪

Good night, Ritsu-chan…..♪

[captnjacksparrow]

Hello captain!

So I know this is an ending so we may take it with a grain of salt, but its between the canon episodes also. But again, its just an ending beach theme(smt never happened on naruto)

But , what are your thoughts about Naruto shippuden ending 10, my answer"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5xxX4swaA4&t=36s

I wonder, what do you think about this things

*Its Sakura centered, and i dont know why cause she is not relevant at all in that arc, which is Hebi/taka how it started and a prelude to pain arc. What is sakura doing here? *Sakura wrote Sasuke name in the sand, I hate this because they make it seem as if THEY WERE actually a couple or if their love was something forbidden, or if she would have any relevance on Hebi begginings¿¿¿¿¿ *But it is seen in the end that she crossed sasuke name. What do you think about this? As if she got over him? *Its funny SS claims SP hates her, and love Hinata meanwhile in even omakes they made Sakura bully Hinata... *And its curious they put this "romantic shit" of Sakura and Sasuke, and for example in Ending 12, Jitensha (its ugly tho) and its hinata centered , thanks god there is no Naruhina scene at all...So, can SS repeat who SP hates the most??

ROFL. Honestly I haven't yet watched every single Ending in Shippuden (Somehow, I never had any interest in watching those). This is the first time, I am watching this one.

What a Lame Ending!!!. Waste of money with no canon relevance. We see Sakura walking 31 steps for 20 whole seconds... And towards the end, she is running for another 23 steps again... Poof... Ending Over🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Anyways, This Hebi/Taka thing happens in Season 6 which is the longest season with 40 CANON episodes with no dedicated filler episodes. I can tell you... Even Naruto has no relevance to this Season. This whole season was about Sasuke killing Oro, Forming Hebi, (Fake)Madara's revelation as the mastermind behind Akatsuki, Naruto & Team chasing Sasuke (again... This served no purpose), Jiraya Arc, Itachi vs Sasuke, Itachi's truth, Sasuke renames Team Hebi to Team Taka & hunts Killer B.

To be honest, this whole season has Sasuke as the major player... With Itachi & Jiraiya as the sub players... We would see a glimpse of how Itachi's death drives Sasuke in that same season. (Sorry Naruto!!! You are also majorly irrelevant... Other than getting info about Akatsuki, receiving Shisui's eyes from Itachi, a glimpse of the Masked man, you are not needed here.)

No matter what.... Sakura has zero relevance to this biggest and one of the most important foundational Season of this series. The only reason they did this was to instill her position and remind the readers that she is the HEROINE by giving her dedicated endings.

But it is seen in the end that she crossed sasuke name. What do you think about this? As if she got over him?

That crossing out Sasuke's name was done by the Ocean Waves, I guess. It was not her. Even if it was her, She has never shown any indication of moving on from him in the Manga. So, This Little ending scene would not make any difference whatsoever. Probably SP wanted N/aruS@ku, and hence they did this for their own self-satisfaction.

But SP hating SS is not entirely true. They love this couple in Boruto Anime atleast. Which is very evident from the way they change many scenes in Gaiden Arc which mitigate the worst content they got from Canon.

However, SS are proven time and time again that they are quite an ungrateful assholes. No matter how much good things you give them, they'll always send hurls of abuses in return and fight with their favourite NH sistahzzz for no reason. I am sure, they’ll pull this stunt again in the future as well.

[jewwyfeesh]

Fairy Tales in a Dream 5

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Sakuma Ritsu, Shino Hajime, Narukami Arashi, Tsukinaga Leo, Mikejima Madara

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Proofed by: stcrfeesh (CN), ohcheckmate (ENG)

“Mirror Mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

Please note

Contains one brief mention of unhealthy dieting (one line).

Season: Summer

Location: Inside The Theatre

[A few days later, on the official opening day of ‘Snow White’]

Leo: Wahaha, this show was su~per interesting! You couldn’t have even tried to guess how the story would’ve unfolded!!

There were quite a few moments in the middle where I wanted to write down the inspiration that came to me, but was held down on both sides by Mama and Rittsu!! Annoying!!

Ritsu: Hey now~ Tsukipi, why did you make it sound like Mikejimaman and I are bullying you? It’ll pose a major problem to everyone if we let you have free reign to scribble all over the theatre walls.

The staff here aren’t as softhearted as Kei-chan, you know? They won’t let you off with just a mere slap on the wrist~

Leo: Hm? You have a notebook and a pen that you’re able to lend me, Anzu?

Oh, oh, thank you so so so much, I love you! Next up, I’ll compose a song titled “Snow White and The Queen are besties!” ☆

Madara: Hahaha! It’ll probably be quite hard for people who haven’t watched the stage play to understand this song title, don’tcha think? Though, I’m really loving how the fairy tale was turned on its head!

Hajime: The actors’ performances left a lasting impression on me. Until now, I can still vividly recall each and every scene ♪

The Queen, played by Narukami-senpai, is no longer a malicious stepmother. Instead, she treats Snow White as her own child, dressing her up all prettily. Until one day, when The Queen asked the Magic Mirror—

“Mirror Mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

Madara: “Though The Queen is very beautiful, Snow White is fairest of them all…!”

Hajime: After hearing that, The Queen got a shock– ah, no! She was really happy to hear that! In fact, she was so delighted that she threw a large celebratory banquet for Snow White. Who knew that during the banquet, Snow White would be kidnapped by an assassin pretending to be a prince from the neighbouring kingdom?!

While escaping, Snow White ran into a kind hunter and was saved. Meanwhile, the distraught Queen disguised herself as an old lady who sells apple pies, asking around for clues and looking for Snow White’s trail…

Madara: In the end, the mother-daughter pair were finally reunited in the dwarves’ house in the forest! It was so touching, and truly worthy of celebration… ♪

Not to mention, Arashi-san’s performance was so magnificent, I couldn’t tell that she was a newbie performer! I clapped so hard during the curtain call, my hands still kinda hurt ☆

Arashi: Ufufu, I could hear Mama’s thunderous applause loud and clear from atop the stage ♪

Sorry for making you all wait so long. I was changing out of The Queen’s costume backstage. It’s really gorgeous…

This makes me want to join even more productions, wear more stunning costumes, and enjoy the gazes and cheers of the audience in the spotlight… ♪

Ritsu: Haha. Even though I know Nacchan must be really excited after her performance, let’s continue talking during the after-party, hm?

Arashi: Goodness, you’re right… I’m so full of post-show adrenaline that I’m only just realising how hungry I am.

In that case, let’s head over to Cafe Cinnamon. My treat… ♪

Location: Cafe “Cinnamon”

Madara: So, to celebrate Arashi-san’s successful performance in ‘Snow White’, cheers—!

Arashi: Cheers~ ♪ Ufufu, I’m rather embarrassed to have such a grand celebration.

However, please allow me to take this opportunity to express my deep gratitude once again.

Because of the help and support that you’ve given me, I was finally able to perform on the stage of my dreams as the Queen I wanted to be.

Ritsu: Hahaha, Anzu, stop trying to decline it… you might as well wholeheartedly accept Nacchan’s thanks.

After you uncovered the truth from Ha~kun and I, weren’t you the one who begged Aoba-onii-chan to talk to the NEW DI staff who had arranged this performance, hoping that the theatre would allow for a fresh and unique adaptation of the original script?

I mean, if you think about it carefully, the story of ‘Snow White’ is quite the household name — everyone knows of it. If it was adapted one-for-one into a stage play, I’m sure the audience would be rather bored.

As one of the conditions for remaking the stage play, Tsukipi~ agreed to compose for free… If you ask me, this is quite the win for the other party you know?

Leo: Eh? I don’t really understand all of this complicated stuff that you’re spewing right now, only that composing songs for Naru was really really really fun!

The adapted script was also really interesting! While reading it, the notes wouldn’t stop flowing! Just like this! ♪~ ♪~ ……

Madara: Hahaha, isn’t that the sound of your stomach growling, Leo-san?

Arashi: Goodness, I got so caught up in our chit-chat that it slipped my mind! The food that we’ve ordered has been brought to the table. Please help yourselves to whatever you’d like ♪

Ritsu: Gulp gulp gulp… whew~ ♪ Being able to order the Shinonon Blend from Cafe “Cinnamon”, I guess Ecchan isn’t so useless after all.

Hajime: Ehehe, I can brew it for Ritsu-onii-chan any time if you like it so much~

The desserts that Narukami-senpai ordered all look so yummy, I don’t know which one I should eat first ♪

Leo: Wahahaha! Might as well send a few photos to the Knights’ group chat, I’m sure Suo~ and Sena would be su~per jealous!

Arashi: Ufufu, I think only Tsukasa-chan would want to come. Izumi-chan would probably scold me for not watching my calorie intake.

Though, not too long ago, I ended up worrying Ritsu-chan and the others while I was struggling to lose weight… In any case, my modelling and acting jobs have ended for the time being, so I’ll be sure to treat myself well today ♪

Madara: …………

Arashi: …Mama, you’ve been really quiet for quite some time now. Is the food not to your liking?

Madara: Ahaha, it’s nothing like that. To be honest, I’m a little ashamed… amongst all the people you’ve invited to watch the stage play, it’s as if I’m the only one who didn’t manage to help out much.

Arashi: My goodness, Mama! How could you say that! I’m gonna be really angry!

You helped Anzu-chan deliver a really important message to me, you’ve been nothing less than encouraging throughout, and you even came to cheer me on during my performance…

It’s precisely because I have someone as reliable as you by my side, that I’m able to pursue my dreams with confidence.

Madara: Hahaha, so that’s how you thought of it. After all, I am ‘Mama’. Regardless of space and time, I’ll always protect the cute little children…☆

Leo: Eh? You seem to really like the pastry the cafe released recently, Anzu! You’re requesting the waiter to pack quite a few boxes for takeaway!

…Oh. As it turns out, you still need to rush back to NewDi for a job, and wanted to get some stuff en route for Oba-chan as a thank you gift, so you’re leaving now?

Arashi: Ufufu, there’s no need for apologies, Anzu-chan! I’m already more than happy that you came by to watch my performance, and celebrated with me afterwards.

In any case, our time’s just about up. How about we call it a day here?

Leo: Mhm! I’m already super full, so I might as well accompany Anzu back to NewDi to look for Oba-chan! I wanna thank him for taking care of our Naru from Knights!

Madara: Then, I’ll be taking my leave as well~ The both of you, wait for Mamaaaaaaa ♪

Arashi: My goodness, maybe I should—

Ritsu: …………

Arashi: …Eh? Ritsu-chan, why are you leaning your head on me so suddenly? Are you hoping that I’ll spoil you a little?

Ritsu: Snzzz… zzz…

Arashi: Sigh, this child… Could it be that you’ve fallen asleep?

Hajime: Haha, it seems like it. If Narukami-senpai doesn’t mind, how about we stay a little longer to allow Ritsu-onii-chan to get some rest?

To be honest, in order to better accommodate Tsukinaga-senpai’s composing style, Ritsu-onii-chan was the one who supervised the rewriting of the script alongside Anzu-san, and he made quite a few edits to it as well.

For this reason, Ritsu-onii-chan would come to our dorm room specifically to look for Hasumi-senpai, and ask for his advice on many parts of the script creation process. It was difficult, but he managed to finish it within the tight time frame.

That’s right… Onii-chan doesn’t want you to know about it, so please act like you never heard me breathe a word!

Arashi: Ufufu, Hajime-chan can rest assured. With that, there is one more secret between the two of us ♪

I’ll find some other time to thank Aoba-senpai properly, then. For now, I’ll keep Ritsu-chan company.

In the future, should you encounter any troubles, I hope that you’ll be able to rely on me as well. I’ll do my best to help you out.

Ritsu: Snzzz… snzzz…… ♪

Hajime: Ehehe, Ritsu-onii-chan must be having a nice dream. There’s a peaceful smile on his face ♪

Arashi: Mhm, his sleeping face is really adorable… just like an innocent baby ♪

Goodnight, Ritsu-chan… ♪

[justsomeoneunordinary]

1st sentence: "Are those pigeons or flying pigs up in the sky?"

CW for drug consumption

“Are those pigeons or flying pigs up in the sky?”

Touka takes a moment to look more closely at what Mito is pointing at and then replies, dead serious, “Flying pigs, definitely.”

She only manages to maintain her serious face for a few seconds before bursting into manic cackling, accompanied by Mito’s far more dignified giggles, which she hides behind her sleeve.

When Touka had decided it was nigh time to get to know Mito on some private one-on-one time before Mito married into the family, and she brought Mito to Hashirama’s secret garden of all places to show her Hashirama’s favorite psychedelic mushrooms—because she’s a bit of an asshole like that—she hadn’t expected Mito to just raise an eyebrow challengingly and ask, “Don’t you have something more refined, say, cannabis instead?” while pulling out a kiseru from her sleeve as if it were a matter of course.

Touka could only gasp in shock and delight in equal measure when she recognized the kiseru and breathed, “Is that Uchiha Madara’s kiseru?!” and almost fell over laughing when Mito flashed her a triumphal grin in response and explained, “I tried to play nice with him for Hashirama’s sake, to no avail, until Hashirama told me that the best language Madara speaks is the language of fists—so I decided if he wants his kiseru back, he can come and fight me for it.”

Looking at Mito now, still sitting so regally in seiza in the middle of Hashirama’s experimental garden, holding the stolen kiseru as expertly and elegantly as if she were smoking regular tobacco and not the possibly most potent cannabis in all of the five elemental nations, Touka can’t help but think Mito fits right into this madhouse of a family.

For this prompt meme

[ancharan]

if i was going to write - like actually write - a fanfic that dealt with madara and hashirama’s actions after the failed MEP, it would probably go like this:

madara and hashirama are now on the same page, ideologically speaking. they’ve both seen war, they’ve both seen that the village system has not ended war, they’ve both seen that madara’s predictions about the village persecuting the uchiha have inevitably been realized in full. but! they still want peace. what do?

they have options. 1. work within the village system to reform it, or 2. burn it down and try again. 

slight note here: you might be asking why hashirama would be amenable to burning down a system he dedicated his whole life to protect. i have metas for you where i kind of address this: 

https://ancharan.tumblr.com/post/624175805177741312/heyy-sorry-if-it-isnt-your-field-of-expertise-but

https://ancharan.tumblr.com/post/626723661343227904/oh-also-in-response-to-ur-hashirama-is-depressed

https://ancharan.tumblr.com/post/626658842150830080/ancharan-all-jokes-aside-i-think-hashirama-has

so given that madara’s conceded that raising people to believe in peace and removing the threat of starvation and scarcity might be more effective than unleashing the evil moon lady, i can see him trying to work within the village system for a while. he’ll give it the old college try. 

it’ll fail, of course, because konoha was built not only by senju hashirama and uchiha madara but also by senju tobirama, and its disease is and always has been the fool’s gold of liberalism. it’s entrenched in itself now, bloated, complacent with atrocity and content to sacrifice orphans for the good of itself. it is, at the end of the day, not a structure worth saving.

madara comes to this realization first, of course. he convinces hashirama - and by this i mean hashirama comes to realize what he’s known all along, but is finally bullied into accepting it - and they both begin to work to dismantle the government and create a new one. 

hashirama might try to do things the official way - he’ll go to the elders, the advisors, the leaders of the village and politely ask them to relinquish power - of course, this’ll fail miserably, because people in power never relinquish it willingly. 

then they’re revolutionaries yeeeeeHAW 

just for funsies, and because i could see it happening, there’d probably be some kind of civil war in konoha. lock naruto in a room with hashirama for ten minutes and he’ll switch sides faster than a spinning top; sasuke will follow naruto. as for sakura... she’s always struck me as a little more ideologically independent than the other two (which isn’t saying much because those guys are like the textbook definition of codependency). if sakura was placed in a civil war context with konoha on one side and H&M and S&N on the other, who would she choose? 

Who would tsunade choose? her grandfather, senju hashirama, has now repudiated everything she’s ever known. he’s cast off the mantle of the Founder of The Village, Exemplar of the Will of Fire, and is now actively working to dismantle the structures that made tsunade who she is. she takes pride in being the granddaughter of the First; she believed whole-heartedly in the Will of Fire; she’s seen war, too, and way too much of it - but will it click in her mind, that the two might be connected? that the village she loves so much might be causing more pain than it heals?

there’s two parts to tsunade that i’m considering here. the first is the medic, who knows when it’s time to sever a gangrenous limb; the second is the drunk, who hides from her problems at the bottom of a bottle of sake. 

at the end of the day, i feel like sakura will choose whatever side tsunade chooses. 

so what happens to konoha? some kind of cataclysmic change. something systemic and irreversible. is it for the better? maybe. maybe not. it’ll have a lot of the same elements as the original founding - both times, hashirama and madara are ripping apart an old way of life to inscribe a new one. both times they’re creating something from scratch, and hoping for the best. 

then hashirama and madara will get drinks 🍻

[ayyyez]

Hey you beautiful human being! I love your writing like oh god! 😻🙀 I see that request are open and I was wondering if you could do neji, madara, itachi, hashirama, orochimaru, and Yamato reacting to a curvy s/o who always puts herself down but like in the harshest of ways? Like to the point that it irritates them just a little with some nsfw? I’m so sorry if I’m asking too much! Please forgive me, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

a/n: Hey lovely anon! Thank you! I’m glad you love my writing :) I opted to do a few characters so it’s not too long. Unfortunately I don’t write for Orochimaru so I left him out for that reason. I hope you enjoy these! I opted for Neji, Itachi and Yamato since they would be the most different from each other. It’s fun to write for someone new too (Yamato) 

Warnings: small amount of s*xual content at end of each one

Neji Hyuga

-While he takes pride in who he is he’s never gotten self depreciation. In his mind if you do not like yourself then why not simply work on the things you’re disappointed in? Oh if only it were that easy Neji. If only. He won’t necessarily say that though.

-The first time you say something that puts yourself down he sort of questions it. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I don’t see that as a problem?’ It might seem harsh in the way he says it because a) he doesn’t understand the depth of what you’re saying and b) He doesn’t see your “flaws” as flaws. He thinks the world of you and honestly thought you would too. He’s a little naive that way. 

-But as time goes on he gets irritated by how often it happens. If it’s your appearance he’ll tell you there’s nothing wrong with it. If it’s something about your personality you don’t like he says everyone has traits about themselves they don’t like. He wish he could be less harsh with you tbh. He’s trying! If it’s your abilities then he’s the first to offer you help. Tells you to work toward bettering yourself and he will help you. Can be a little over the top with his help. He doesn’t quite realise that not everyone deals with things the same way he does. 

-Can sometimes hit a little to close to home when questioning you. ‘Who made you feel this way.’ If it’s something of a coping mechanism you picked up because of past abuse or bullying, he will get mad at the people. Wants to personally reprimand him. You can either let him on his way or stop him. He’ll listen to you. 

-He completely understands what it’s like to be insecure. He has his insecurities. Especially what you must think of him. Every time he’s blunt in this situation he thinks he’s f’d up and you’ll be mad. Sometimes it’s what you need other times he’s a little too blunt lol. You have to tell him though! or he won’t know! 

-It’ll get to a point where he gets so upset you treat yourself this way where he takes it upon himself to show you how he feels about you. He get’s very emotional about it. Kind of firmly yells at you that he loves you. And kind of get’s carried away, kissing you all over and having a very very intense lovemaking session and oh boy you’ve never seen Neji this way. It’s so sincere. 

-Also loves to remind you that he loves you and that you are also his so he marks you with hickies. These will serve as a reminder when he’s not there that he adores you. 

Yamato (Tenzo) 

-The second you say something harsh about yourself he just stops shocked. He can’t believe the words just came out of your mouth. He feels so uncertain because how could you think that? Also has no idea how to voice such a thing without fkn it up. He’s kind of just there frozen. It’s awkward, if you try to play it off as a joke he kind of just grabs your wrist like ‘Do you really think that about yourself?’

-Whether you answer or not he’ll just pull you into the tightest hug. ‘Please don’t say such things.’ Will just hold you there for a loooong time. He’s so upset. He feels the pain you feel at saying those words. He knows what it’s like to feel so helpless and useless and oh god he does not want you to feel that way. 

-He noticeably changes toward you after that. He’s extra clingy. Tells you sweet things. Tells you nice things. Does things for you like simple gestures of love. Brings you tea. Gives you whatever you usually enjoy. 

-If you say harsh things about yourself again he’ll talk with you seriously about them. Is more prepared this time. Asks you why you’re so hard on yourself. Will tell you things he admires about you. Will tell you his own insecurities and past. It’s a chance for you both to bond and heal. 

-Yamato is a generous lover. He will spend hours just giving you pleasure and denies himself unless you insist. Which you almost always do because god he’s so hard and you can tell his self control is crumbling. He has such determination though its endearing. The anticipation of it all makes him come very quickly. Will pleasure you again for good measure. 

-His favourite thing to do after an intimate talk where he feels closer to you is to kiss you long and deep. Almost always ends up going down on you just as a little extra something. Worships the ground you walk on tbh. He also needs you to help with his own insecurities so its’ very much a give and take relationship. Very wholesome. 

Itachi Uchiha

-The least talkative of the bunch in this situation and is definitely more of a listener. Will ask all the right questions even the ones you might not be ready to answer. wants to fully come to realise why you are so hard on yourself. WIll honestly just sit there while you pour it all out even if it takes hours. His expression doesn’t seem to change but at the end he’s very empathetic. ‘I’m sorry you feel this way.’ and a ‘Thank you for telling me.’ 

-He’s more physical after that. Will hold your hand to comfort you, will hold you in his arms, will kiss you softly. Tries to help you reconcile the root of these harsh thoughts. Wants to help you get to the bottom of it. Always lends you and ear when you want to vent and understand it all. 

-You might not see it but he takes it all on as his responsibility. He feels what you feel. He never wants you to feel down on yourself but accepts that you might fall back to it from time to time. Tries to help you with your insecurities, whatever they might be. 

-Late nights drinking tea and talking. Tells you how he feels about you being harsh on yourself. Thinks very highly of you no matter what. Doesn’t say it often but will tell you he loves you in the moments that really matter. IT carries so much weight when he says it. Almost always kisses you hard when he does. 

-If there’s lovemaking afterwards he would have you on top. He just wants to look at you as you ride him. Tells you how much he enjoys it. It’s honestly the biggest confidence boost. He always comes quickly in this position. His hands are all over you, caressing every inch and every part. It’s firm and loving. The way he looks at you is just...honestly it’s like you are the light of his life. Which you 100% are and he never wants you to forget it. 

[temarisnara]

Temari, Shikamaru, Neji, Rock Lee

god this is my THIRD ATTEMPT TO DO THIS SO IM DOING IT IN WORDS DOC

temari

favorite thing about them: i've written this 3 times!!!! BUT!!!! i love that at the age of FIFTEEN she'd already got the title cruelest konoichi. like. ilu queen. and she's so confident too, like she knows she could wreck anyone's shit, she goes up against MADARA without ever pausing. and i love that whilee on the battlefield she's cruel, as a civillian she's just...lowkey a bitch. like she's scary and people know to fear her but she doesnt actually...bully anyone besides shikamaru. she's also so ride or die for her brothers and i LOVE it.

least favorite thing about them: whatever that ooc mess was that was used to get her and shikamaru together.

favorite line: idk but when she tells madara "don't understimate me!" GO OFF QUEEN

brOTP: gaara and kankuro, 100%. the sand siblings are so fucking good. i could talk all day about them. in the leaf i think she vibes with ino, though she needs Breaks. she didn't like, Get choji at first but the more she got to know him she's like "oh i get it he's just Genuinely Good" and now he's her favorite. i also like to imagine she and karui bonded over not being from the leaf, and also having ino as their sister in law. that's a unique experience okay.

OTP: shikamaru!!!!!!!

nOTP: i dont really have any?? i just can't ship her with anyone but shikamaru, i think he's it for her. temari was never really one to be concerned over romance or anything, it's not something she cared about, and she kind of expected an arranged marriage so she was more focused on Not doing that. but then shikamaru happened and it was like. oh. she actually wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life with him. huh. gross.

random headcanon: i have a lot of Thoughts about temari as a mother. i think that she never planned on being one, just like how she never planned on falling in love. it wasn't opposition, just. her childhood was fucked up, she had no good parental role models, she was much more interested in being a konoichi. but then she and shikamaru got serious and shikamaru is the head of the nara clan and he needed an heir. she agreed to it, in a few years, but shikadai was an oops ! so anyway, temari hated being pregnant lmao which is why they only had shikadai. but once he was born temari is like "oh. i'll kill and die for this child." like shikadai wasn't Real to her until she held him (vs shikamaru, who's been obsessed with that child since temari first started showing). temari actually tried going back to work when shikadai was a year old but pretty quickly she realized "fuck this". temari likes working, a lot, but she also likes being needed and she just likes her kid! so she oversaw all his training from the time he was old enough. it was hard at first, because she's never babied him, but she knew that the training she recieved was uh, not acceptable, so she struggled with what pace was actually okay for his age. hinata and sakura actually helped a lot here- hinata also had Fucked Up training as a child and sakura trained with tsunade who is Insane so they were able to figure out what worked best for their children. GOD THIS GOT LONG. anyway. i love temari and shikadai thank u.

unpopular opinion: i love shikatema so much but she was done so fucking dirty

song i associate with them: hurricane by the fray

favorite picture of them: she always looks so cool

shikamaru

favorite thing about them: god. i hate this but i genuinely love how smart he is and how fucking lazy he is. like how he kept complaing about his match with temari being moved up and then you realize it's because he was relying on the shadows? bitch. he's so cool. and when he pretended to be asleep rather than deal with whatever the fuck orochimaru was doing ESRTYTJU that's when i knew i loved him. but also, i love his development. like he really just wanted to coast through life, didnt want to get involved in anything, just wanted a plain wife and two boring kids. he had absolutely no aspirations. and he never had a ~change of heart~ for his own sake, he just surrounded himself by people who genuinely inspired him and he wanted to be of use to them. l love him!!!

least favorite thing about them: like the misogyny doesn't bother me THAT much because hashtag it could be worse! but it's not good lmao

favorite line: BITCH! "i'm your god" SIR I LOVE YOU. also his line about how he can't die because naruto doesn't have a smart younger brother to help him, and he's the only one capable of being naruto's advisor.

brOTP: ino and asuma are the only Strictly platonic ones but obviously i LOVE his friendships with choji and naruto

OTP: TEMARIIIIIIIII, also choji and naruto.........i'm soft

nOTP: listen. it's not notp but everytime i remember people ship shikaino i'm like "they're siblings???" like no judgement, i have too many fucking ships fandom calls siblings, but their dynamic is SO sibling like to me lmao. also like...shikamaru loves ino and would do anything for her but he does NOT like her ass. you know he avoids her when he's too tired to deal with her bullshit.

random headcanon: LET'S KEEP TALKING ABOUT SHIKADAI. so when shikamaru's dad dies he has a line about how he wasn't around when shikamaru was growing up, and shikamaru obviously doesn't resent him for that, but he does make a concious choice to Not do that. it'd be too easy to get wrapped up in his job, but he won't let himself. he makes sure to make time for shikadai. they play shogi together, and shikamaru is very involved in his training, and even when he's exhausted from work he'll listen to shikadai talk about his day and never show how tired he is. he loves his kid so much, temari makes fun of him for being soft. also when shikadai was a baby shikamaru was lowkey obsessed with him lmao. temari needed Breaks but shikamaru...never really did. even when he was crying he would just hold and bounce him until he calmeed down (also shikamaru was way better at calming shikadai down than temari lmao)

unpopular opinion: listen. is shikamaru misogynistic? yes. but he doesn't like, hate women or think less of them, he just needed to learn that not every woman is as insane as ino. i've seen too many "naruto as vines" videos where it's like shikamaru is like "oh sorry i fell asleep waiting for you to make me a sandwich" like thats not him!

song i associate with them: uh nicotine by P!ATD

favorite picture of them: my header on twitter i guess idk!

neji

favorite thing about them: oh gosh. i genuinely like that he was a fucking angry child. he had every right to be. the hyuuga system is FUCKED! he projected it onto hinata, which wasn't fair to her, but god. he didn't have an outlet and the chunnin exams was his only opportunity to take his anger out on the main branch. anyway i love that after naruto beat his ass he was like "okay maybe i should stop being a prick" and he just. got better. became friends with his team. healed his relationship with hinata. he became so genuinely good

least favorite thing about them: this motherfucker really had me CRYING over him. rude as fuck.

favorite line: i am way too tired to think about this

brOTP: HINATA!!!!!!! also rock lee.

OTP: tenten!

nOTP: hinata. i hate you freaks.

random headcanon: himawari would've been his favorite. like, he loves boruto, that's his nephew, but he's a mini naruto and that's. exhausting. himawari is perfect in neji's eyes though and tenten makes fun of him for it.

unpopular opinion: its' not unpopular but genuinely it's bullshit he died when hinata's dad was RIGHT THERE. like. i will never not be fucking heated that neji died to protect hinata and her dad was just twiddling his goddamn thumbs as it happened. you useless FUCK. god. anyway i also hate that neji's death he just talked to naruto like his speech to naruto was good but we deserved more neji and hinata talking. i also don't like he died for naruhina to happen lmao we've talked about this, someone in the konoha 11 needed to die for naruto to prove obito wrong, and i dont even mind that it was neji, but his death shouldn't have had anything to do with naruhina.

song i associate with them: i dont have one but uhhh i found a neji playlist so i'm gonna say r.i.p 2 my youth by the neighborhood

favorite picture of them: bruh. idc.

rock lee

favorite thing about them: HE'S SO HARD WORKING AND DETERMINED AND NEVER GIVES UP AND HE'S A GENUINELY GOOD AND KIND HEARTED PERSON GOD ROCK LEE I LOVE YOU

least favorite thing about them: WHERE'S HIS SCREENTIME KISHIMOTO

favorite line: dude he's so weird i have no idea

brOTP: neji and tenten!!! and GAI OF COURSE. AND SAKURA. 10/10.

OTP: GAARA.

nOTP: listen there is GENUINELY nothing wrong with it but i dont vibe with rock lee/tenten.

random headcanon: ok this isn't a real headcanon but i made myself laugh yesterday thinking that orochimaru got bored and cloned rock lee and that's where metal lee came from. anyway real headcanon is he's married to gaara in boruto. thank u.

unpopular opinion: shut up about his and gaara's fight oh my GOD i dont care

song i associate with them: uhhhh idk here have a rock lee tribute

favorite picture of them: what's important is his good heart

[raendown]

A very happy birthday to @officerjennie! You are an officer and a gentleperson and maybe I guess you’re kind of alright. ;)

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 890 Rated: G Summary: Late at night when he should be sleeping Tobirama worries.

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In the Shadows of the Stars

Watching the stars wasn’t typically the sort of activity Tobirama spent much of his time on, not when he could be doing something more productive. Tonight was a special case. He’d already been out here for an hour, trying to calm his mind by counting stars, but not even when he tried to make math games out of it could such a mundane activity hold all of his interest. Some parts of his brain were still running out of control.

“You should be asleep.” Madara's voice came only moments before a warm body folded gracefully down at his side, uncaring for the cold dew soaking in to their clothing.

“So should you.”

“I was asleep, thank you very much, until I rolled over trying to steal your warmth and almost rolled right out of the bed.” His partner glared at him without any real heat.

Tobirama lifted one arm to let the other man duck underneath and pulled their bodies together. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, let me keep you warm now. There’s not much to fall off of out here.”

“What are you doing sitting in the middle of the yard anyway?” Madara asked.

“I was…worrying.” At a look of confusion he sighed. “Tomorrow’s the big day. I know that none of them are actually my children but I feel like I raised those kids. Now they’re going through the jōnin exams and I feel…nervous? Is that strange?”

Under his arm Madara hummed a low note. “Not really. In a way you did help to raise them all; almost as much as their parents did. All of them love you very much.”

“Can they do this? No, what the am I saying, of course they can. They can do this. All of them are strong.”

“Indeed they are. You taught them well.”

“Perhaps I should have taught them more, though. There always seems to be so much that I could have given them, another trick or another jutsu, another piece of advice.” Tobirama stopped when he heard himself and dragged his free hand down his face. “I feel like a mother hen.”

“You sound like one too,” Madara laughed.

Since pushing the man away would have deprived him of a nice warm personal heater Tobirama opted for getting his revenge by squeezing the arm he had around Madara until his partner squealed for him to stop. Nothing like a little lung crushing to stop the teasing. Or in the case of his brother to express joy.

Tilting his head back, Tobirama looked up at the sky to pick out imaginary shapes between the stars. He traced the outline of Homura’s glasses and imagined the curls in Kagami’s hair. So little they had all been when they came to him, like duckling waiting for a direction to follow. Now they were battle-worn shinobi who had earned their own honor time and time again. Just thinking about it was enough to make him swell with pride and Tobirama wondered if perhaps this was why Hashirama used to cry when he watched their training sessions.

Not for the village unity he had always dreamed of but for the brother who had flourished and grown bonds the way Tobirama simply hadn’t been able to when he was a child himself. It took until adulthood, until Konoha, for the massive personalities around him to bully their way in to his heart.

“Listen carefully,” he murmured, “for I may never say this again. But...thank you. Thank you for everything you have given me. For dumping one of your clan children in my lap and declaring that you trusted me enough to train him. And for screaming in my face until I had nothing left to shut you up with but a kiss. I owe a lot of my happinesses to you and I would not trade them for anything.”

“Oh sweet chakra he’s getting mushy. Call a medic! Mark this on the calendar!”

This time Tobirama was prepared to sacrifice the warmth he was leeching, pushing his husband away and holding him down to squirm in the dew wet grass. “See if I ever show you my appreciation for anything ever again!”

“Your appreciation was very sweet!” Madara snickered. He didn’t look too upset that their cuddles had turned in to a wrestling match.

For several more minutes they struggled against each other, rolling over and over until both of them were laughing, collapsing in a heap with Madara's head tucked once more underneath Tobirama’s chin. If not for the mass of black hair tangled everywhere they would have both had nothing but the night above them to look at.

“That was on purpose, wasn’t it?” Tobirama asked after a long bout of silence.

“What’s that?”

“You were pushing my buttons on purpose so I would quit thinking about it.”

Madara scoffed. “Oh come on, would I do something as thoughtful and kind as that?”

Wrapping both arms around him, Tobirama pressed a kiss to his husband’s hair. He already felt so much lighter for having the anxious mood broken. If they went back inside now he might actually be able to get some sleep.

“No,” he murmured. “That doesn’t sound like you at all.”

Instead he relaxed in to the grass. A few more minutes just like this wouldn’t hurt anything.