#tobirama senju fluff

[ayyyez]

hello!! I hope you are feeling well!! can i ask for headcanons madara and tobirama with f!reader who is a very strong kunoichi, equal in strength to them? but at the same time she is very affectionate with them. thank you in advance!!

A/N: I am having a good energy day today so I am good thank you! I hope you are well too. Oh absolutely! This is actually my favourite kind of s/o to write for them. Not that I can't imagine them with a non-fighter s/o it's just this is my favourite kind of dynamic to write for these two. Including the affection too haha. Thanks for the request.

TAGS: relationship headcanons, fluff, general dynamics, shinobi reader, affectionate reader, flirting, kissing

CHARACTERS: Madara Uchiha, Tobirama Senju

MADARA UCHIHA

This gremlin? ohohoho. Alright here we go.

For him strength is quite the turn on. He sees you kicking someones ass or taking someone down and that's the moment he's down bad. Madara is attracted to you immediately.

Bonus points if you can banter with him too THAT really gets him hooked. Strong AND can hold your own against him with your quick wit?

Be still his beating heart. Probably says that out loud.

Chases you from the moment he sees you if it's village timeline. If it's pre village he's internally suffering over the "enemy" he's longing for into the late evenings.

You might be on opposing sides but his nights are filled with your interactions.

He's tossing and turning constantly.

Those interactions run through his head and he's tormented by the fact you'll never be his but still he longs for you. He craves you. He has to have you~

The interactions the two of you have are heated.

Fights where the two of you battle for dominance, cutting each other with honeyed words in a cloud of lust.

It was hard to tell if he was fighting you or flirting with you. Injuries were had but none dyer or ever resulting in serious consequences.

Then came the day you forced him onto his back, weapon kicked away and arms pined beside his head. Both of you panting. The tension palpable.

The way you to stared at each other, pupils dilated—it couldn't be seen as disdain or hate but something else.

That's when the two of you kissed.

You weren't really sure who leant in first. The two of you met in the middle. Both of you wanting this from the beginning.

Your lips sweet on his. He couldn't help but wanting more as he pushed, pushed, pushed further into the—oh his hands were in your hair now—when did your hands release him?

The two of you together are a couple of insatiable gremlins. He's just as affectionate although he does attempt to keep it in check in public.

The second his jealousy is kicked into gear though or his possessiveness kicks in so does his physical affection.

If you are in anyway the same it only spurs him on too.

You kiss him in public? He's smirking like a show for the around onlookers after.

It's to say 'Yeah this is my s/o.'

Always pushing into your touch the second you're reaching for him.

Take his chin in your hand and pull his face (tug that bitch) toward you. Make him wait (he's not patient but make him be it's fun) and gently brush you lips against his to keep him wanting.

It's a good way to make him melt and rile him up.

There's also the gentle moments. The absent minded touches. The two of you always seem to have a hand on each other. Resting on a thigh, the small of the back, head resting on a shoulder.

Physical affection in private can be a little more playful. Just bite his shoulder and he'll not even think twice about it. 'May I help you?' or 'And what do I owe this pleasure?' Yes, biting his shoulder amuses him, ergo pleasure lmao.

Kind of gets an ego boost seeing all the different sides of you.

TOBIRAMA SENJU

Honestly? Tobirama NEEDS someone who can kick his ass. Whether that be verbally or physically it doesn't matter as long as you call him out on his shit.

The fact you are on the same physical level as him as a shinobi is just a bonus (and he won't admit it in a hundred years but he's turned on~)

You've got to play it smart with the affection and not come on too fast too soon. Honestly, in general with all things with Tobirama you can't come on too fast.

He's like a gentle current, flowing steadily along the stream until suddenly he's a powerful waterfall crashing down (yeah that's him falling for you–steadily then all at once)

At first the affection is going to be a point of discomfort for him.

One, because he's not used to it and two, he's not sure why he keeps thinking about it. The feel of your touch, wondering about the meaning behind it.

It makes him so frustrated because you've become a distraction and somewhat a fixation for him–pulling him from important priorities.

it's not long before he pushes that logic aside though.

He starts longing for more of your touch, expecting it and seeking it out. More and more. It's all he can think about.

Those small touches of affection are things that get him through the day and the warmth he begins to crave.

He tolerates them now.

Tobirama runs cold and by nature seeks out warmth. Finds his hands soothed when yours envelop his. The same when your hand finds his cheek. It takes everything not to press into it. Sometimes he lets himself (just a little) and mostly when he's exhausted.

Craves physical affection.

Touch starved.

Will almost never seek out your touch so you intiating physical affection is the perfect balance.

Just kind of leans into your hold whenever you reach out. Like a magnet to your warmth. Whole body presses against you when he's exhausted, that's your cue to pull him close and gently stroke your fingertips up and down his back.

Put each hand on his cheeks and stroke them. When he relaxes thats the time to catch him off guard (not really he's always on guard but he's more relaxed) and pull him in and kiss him. Long drawn out kisses that leave him longing.

These moment give him a little more energy. They allow you to see those rare small smiles.

Tobirama also really values your opinion on things regarding shinobi life and village life in general.

Will ask your input on things and involve you on village matters (sometimes just to spend more time with you) other times simply because its important to him.

Post policy discussion make outs at home once you come to a conclusion of how to strengthen the village. Holding him tight and kissing him hard.

Tobirama is very into you in these moments.

It may take a little time for Tobirama to adjust to the affection but it is something he grows to not only love but take comfort in. He appreciates your strength and affection in equal parts.

[risuola]

VII — WHAT IF...? // F. READER x TOBIRAMA SENJU

Tobirama never wanted children and not one of you ever brought the topic up, but now, as you grow more and more intimate and comfortable with each other you wonder, what if...?

contents: smut, reader discretion is advised — 2,1k words

a/n: i need to tell you guys that i'm so incredibely grateful for the positive feedback i got from you readers! i know that Tobirama isn't the most popular character in Naruto and i chose him to make this series about (because I love him, that's why) and it makes me so happy that you enjoy his little persona too! ❥ also, i'm very sorry for posting so rarely for this series, i was stuck in where to take the story now.

POLITICALLY LOVELESS || SERIES MASTERLIST

“God, I’m so damn busy.”

Tobirama’s low, deep voice rumbled against your skin as he kept latching his lips along the edges of you. You let your nails gently run across the pale flesh of his sides, your hands long gone underneath the dark ink-blue fabric of his blouse, yearning for the warmth of a man that has your heart in a tight grip for way longer than you’d ever suspect. The marks he was leaving at his wake matched the color to the ones you were painting on his back and you couldn’t help but grin with satisfaction when he hissed near your ear. The stinging sensation of your scratches fueled his fire even more and only seconds passed before your pants were pushed down and underwear got ripped into pieces. The heat of your core now exposed to his whims, starved tremendously for any touch of his, and you whimper – the sound nearly pathetic, as he moved his fingers along your dripping slit, spreading the slick and making their way around the pulsating bud.

“My love,” you breathed again, leaning your head against his peck, inhaling the subtle, fresh scent that always stuck to his body. A mixture of tangerine and pepper, a hint of sandal wood hovering above the soft undertone of morning dew and rain. “My god, I missed you.” You spoke, but what was leaving your mouth was incoherent, it was airy and broken; stuttered between the expert circles Tobirama was massaging right into your nervous system.

“I missed you too,” he replied, quiet against the crown of your head, taking in your aura and impatiently moving his fingers a little bit further, making them slip right into you. One by one, he was focused on stretching you out, the tight ring of muscles clenching around his digits as he moved them back and forth.

“Tobi, please–“ you whined, gripping onto his sides with enough force to ground yourself.

“You think you are ready for me?”

“I do, please,” there was no hint of uncertainty when you begged for him to fuck you. Right there, on his desk, in his office in the hokage tower. There was no worry in you, no thought about his brother few doors further down the hall, no nothing that could convince you that it wasn’t the best idea and it seemed your husband has just as little concerns because it didn’t take him long to be inside you.

A low, gravelly groan escaped his throat, vibrating against your lips that glued to his throat marked their way across the sensitive skin over his Adam’s apple. It’s been too long since he felt you that close, it’s been too long since he was able to just lose himself in you, be vulnerable in the loving embrace of your body, be the person he never got to be publicly and instead of thinking and analyzing, just letting himself feel. And then, he was sure, that if ever he wished to feel anything, it was you he wanted to experience. It was you since the day he saw you for the first time, led by a servant in your family palace, blinded and obedient but bearing a beauty that tainted his thoughts perpetually.

Tobirama will always remember the feeling of your body – the soft curve of your shoulder he kept his hand on to lead you out of your village, the gentle brush of his fingers against your cheekbones when he took the blindfold off your face, revealing the eyes in which he got lost with no return. You were nothing more than a girl he just met back then, a wife-to-be but someone unknown and yet, his heart knew on the spot that things will change. And they did, he knew it’ll happen, but he wouldn’t dare to wish his life to turn out so dramatically different to what he predicted. Love was a feeling as foreign as fear to his heart. A heart he thought was frozen and nothing more than a dot in the constellation of organs that kept him alive. The beat in his chest has never had any more meaning than to keep his body going and the very same beat now goes crazy, rumbling against his ribs whenever he sees you. Tobirama knew his life will change, the very moment his head was filled with terror and uneasiness when Hashirama passed him the decision regarding the arrangement. He knew about all the shifts in his day to day life he will simply have to commit to and yet, the most vibrant of his dreams, the most brave and perverse could have never created what he had now. You.

You, on the desk he’s used to work at. You, with your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, your hands gripping onto him for just a fraction of support, panting out moans, so light and breathy, against his lips, quietly escaping only for his ears to hear. With your core clenching, aching to accommodate him whole and yet, greedy enough to take everything, to want more. Senju would never imagine he will be blessed enough to hear his name spoken with so much love he could actually feel it seeping through the sound of it.

You kept squeezing him and he kept losing his mind over every twitch your walls did around him. You were a work of art, he thought as his eyes followed the lines of your body. An arch of your back now prominent, and the only thing that kept you from falling flat onto the desk was a pair of his hands, strongly holding your waist to himself. Your eyes were absent, your mind long gone into the realm of pleasure and yet, your fingers stayed on his biceps, squeezing the flesh and wandering, hungry to have more of him.

“Tobi–“ you breathed out, the name just barely sliding on top of the air you were panting out and you pulled yourself closer to him. Your palms now found their way to his back, stretching the fabric of his blouse to feel the skin underneath it and you leaned into him, as he leaned into you. Your foreheads touched, noses squeezed together as the final moves of his hips brought both of you over the edge. Your breaths mingled together, a soft, broken sounds made for a cacophony of love you just shared and you shut your eyes to just feel him fully.

“Welcome back home,” your husband whispered finally, kissing your lips shortly after your smile acknowledged his words. The gesture was soft, languid and though you knew it was carrying much more than just concluding the sex. There was love that it carried, emotions unraveling with each movement of his mouth against yours and you felt the warmth spreading all over your body.

“I missed you too,” you replied, softly and quietly, slowly breaking the kiss off but not shying away from marking the line of his jawline with few more wet spots. “Let’s get cleaned, shall we?”

* * *

Watching Tobirama fight was one of your favorite things to do ever since you got to marry him. It amazed you every time you had a chance to witness his training and your husband never failed to take your breath away with how skilled and precise his movements are, how much control he has over nature releases and how well he wields the sword. Of course, the moment he offered you to join him while he trained with Kagami, you said yes without a second thought.

The boy from the clan of fire has become a part of your family in a way. Ever since you gave him a hand, helped him go through the traumatic events that happened with his biological parents, you kept an eye on him. With regular visits at his new home, you got to know his new parents – lovely people – and you really attached yourself to the little kid. He was growing so fast, warming your heart and soul as you watched the smile on his face and pinched his cheeks every time you had a chance, because soon he’ll be too big for you to do so any longer (you’ll try anyway). Kagami was a constant guest at your house, spreading his warm aura across the place where you and your husband live and making you smile every time you saw him, because the few days you got to take a close care of him were the sweetest memories you held onto. You’ll never forget the way he clung onto you, with trust and a kind of love that a child gives an adult that it feels safe with.

Tobirama grew to love the boy rather quickly – though he was reluctant to admit how fast it happened, but you knew he felt the intense need of care in just few days of little Uchiha in his life. Now it wasn’t a secret anymore – your husband openly treated the kid as if it was his own and even though he strongly believed that kids shouldn’t be exposed to war and violence, he was very supportive when it came to trainings. Even on the busiest days of his schedule, he always found a moment or two to spare for the cheerful child that came to visit the hokage tower every time he was around.

“Tired already?” Senju asked, watching the brunette gathering up from the green grass on one of the meadows that were more of a training field than a piece of greenery. An open space so big in comparison to the almost eight-year-old tiny human and yet he bravely raised up to his little feet, clenching his fingers around the handle of his kunai.

 “No!” He called out, panted and a small smile tugged on your husband’s lips as he got into his stance yet again. It was a spectacle of trust and power and you admired your man for being able to perfectly calculate how much strength he can put into every move of his body to make the little one hustle just enough.

You, as you sat on the side, resting on the soft blanket and surrounded by homemade food you prepared to feed both boys after they’re done and some bandages and first aid supplies that you knew will be needed to tend scrapes and cuts that Kagami will most likely be covered in after the session. All those little, harmless wounds you’ll later kiss and wrap around, tickling the child and basking in the sweet sound of his giggles muffled by the pieces of rice and meat you’ll give him.

You smiled, then sighed, feeling a sentiment washing over you. A slight tension made your muscles twitch and soon you found yourself pressing a hand onto your belly. You wished to have children, not always – but now, as you found love in the village that confidently you call your cherished home, more and more often you catch yourself thinking.

Tobirama didn’t want any offspring, at least that’s what he told you few days after the wedding – as he was explaining to you the mechanisms of the arrangement and briefing you through his visions of the future between you and him, he mentioned that his brother will secure the bloodline, therefore he has no wish to have kids himself. It’s something you agreed on, then slightly intimidated by his cold and calm persona, but three years had passed since you and him got bonded by knot of matrimony and as you think of it, none of his predictions came to life.

Sometimes you chuckled mentally, knowing how far off is what you have now to what he told you he think will happen. It was meant to be loveless, it was meant to be dry and distant. He told you that he’s sorry for the future you were given to, that he’s not going to love you just like you deserve but then, he did just that. He swore he’s cold, that his heart isn’t capable of sharing feelings as romantic as love but Tobirama loves, and he loves hot. Every kiss and stolen touch with him burns right into your soul, warms you from the inside, makes you happy and cherished, and you knew, deep inside of your heart, that his mind changed long time ago. You knew, deep down, that he’s content with what you built together, that he’s happier than he ever would be if your marriage turned out as he thought it will.

And so, you wondered if his will to have children changed as well? You never talked about it with him, never asked and he didn’t as well. Lost in the constant rush of his busy schedule, from meeting to meeting and from fight to fight, Tobirama stayed quiet about the issue and you, now leading the anbu, never had guts to bring it up either. But now, as you sat there, basking in the warm rays of the summer sun, you wondered what if…?

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[liss-art]

Madara Week 2023

Day 3. Fluff /same plot from picture to picture/

[rainybyday]

I like to think Hatake's sees hair as a sort of sign of affection. Like, anything with hair is a sign of affection to them.

Head pats, fondness. Brushing hair, close relationship. Doing your hair, you are their closest person.

Like, they see playing or caring for your hair as a sign of affection through caring for you.

To touch your hair is like a cautious sign of fondness to see the person's reaction to the touch. If they are positive they keep doing it until they can card their fingers through your hair. If you respond negatively they would be slower and respectfully of your space and ask you if it's fine to pat your hair or hover a hand over your head before you lean into it.

Playing with one's hair means that they are putting trust in the person that they won't ruin it nor that you will damage it. A show of trust that Hatakes take to see if they have any form of malice or tension based on the person who is playing with their hair seems to care for them. If they pull or tug harshly and keep doing it then it means you don't care for their well being. But if you apologize and learn to be more gentle then it shows that you are being considerate of the person.

Styling or doing one's hair is like the ultimate show of claim a Hatake can make on a person, letting someone touch or do their hair is the second stage of trust before they do it themselves to the person they care for. Because then it shows that you are allowing them to care for you and love you in a personal way. To let a Hatake do your hair, whether that's brushing it or doing a complicated style is a show of a claim or sorts.

Of course, a Hatake will judge you by how well they care for your hair. The best hair care is usually shiny or silky, even fluffy or soft on the claimed, and a well-cared-for Hatake can be seen in the same way.

I just thought of this as Kakashi doing Sakumos hair a lot into a simple ponytail since that was the only style he learned to do correctly and Sakumo always loved it. But when the mission happened and Kakashi was coming home less, Sakumo's hair became loose and unkept which he took as a sign his pack didn't care for him nor trust him anymore.

I imagine Kakashi seeing Sakumos body with his silver hair spread all over the floor when Sakumo cut chunks of it off before killing himself. The person who found Kakashi and Sakumo saw Kakashi brushing out the tangles of the messily cut hair on his dads dead body.

Then I like to think of how Kakashi would pat his student's heads from time to time and I smile.

If we go the Hatake Tobirama and Hashirama route I like to think Hashirama always had his long soft and shiny hair due to Tobi brushing it daily. Even styles it for important events or for practices. Tobirama use to have long hair to but saw how much his brother struggled with it so he cut it short to help him with caring for it. Hashirama was devastated and felt guilty so he would work to make plant oils like rosemary lavender or coconut and almond oils to make his brothers hair shiny and smooth.

Anyways, hair care! Hair care the love language.

[jumexju]

REQ !! : Hello! I've recently stumbled upon your Madara fic here and I loved it. So I would like to request a Tobirama x Reader headcanons/one shot (whatever you feel is better) where Reader is blind and uses their sensory abilities to "see" Tobirama and how they focus on how Tobirama's chakra feels to calm themselves down when overwhelmed. Some cute fluff for an established relationaship, lots of love for ya

~Mythy

BELTWAY (req)

Pairing !! : Senju Tobirama / Blind Reader

Fic Type !! : Headcannons / Fluff / Comfort

CW !! : Small desc of a panic attack near the end, apart from that, none !

Summary !! : Tobirama comforts you when you're overwhelmed.

Note !! :

✦ MASTERLIST

It was because you were blind that your other senses seemed to pick up the slack and gradually improved because of the absence of your sight. Due to this, you were essentially a master at sensing different people’s chakra to differentiate who was who. 

Since you’d spent years with Tobirama, his chakra was the easiest to sense, it was second nature at this point. His chakra was calming to you because whenever he was around, you felt safe around him. You didn’t have to be on guard when he was with you. 

“You’re home.” You walked up to Tobirama with a smile, greeting him with a hug after he had come in through the door. “How did you know it was me?” He smiled a little to himself as he returned your hug. “I sensed your chakra nearby.” Even though you couldn’t see it, the expression on his face was tender, the only reason you knew was because of the way his thumb softly rubbed small circles on your back. 

Of course, there were also moments where you felt overwhelmed. . 

Whenever you went outside to do errands with Tobirama, you’d have people greeting the both of you left and right out of respect and admiration since Tobirama was the Second Hokage and he didn’t mind being open with his relationship with you. This didn’t bother you at first because you thought it was nice of the village people to want to interact with the both of you. 

But it did become an inconvenience whenever they tried to talk to you and Tobirama while you two were in the middle of doing something important. Be it while you were training with him or trying to determine what you should pick up from the market so he could help you make something for dinner, it bothered you when people could clearly see that the two of you were busy and were still trying to talk to you. 

It wasn’t because the people themselves were annoying, but because they were filling your senses. 

You had someone talking your ear off while the seller was trying to answer the questions that you had asked about the items you’d picked up for dinner. You didn’t want to be mean but the stimulation made you feel overwhelmed. 

Your grip on the plastic grocery bag in your hand was tightening as you tried to comprehend what the seller was trying to tell you. Unfortunately, the person next to you didn’t seem to care and kept trying to tell you how they admired you and how they thought Tobirama and yourself were a cute couple. But you could care less in this moment, all you knew was that you felt suffocated. 

But just before you opened your mouth to say something to the inconsiderate person next to you, you sensed Tobirama’s Chakra coming closer. In relief, you let out a small sigh and smiled to yourself when Tobirama was eventually at your side again, telling the villager that they were in a hurry and really would’ve liked to talk more but couldn’t. Of course, you knew this was a white lie but you didn’t want to correct him. You just wanted to breathe.  

“Are you alright?” He asked you, clearly concerned about you since he could tell that you were in an uneasy state. 

“..Yeah. M’okay,” you breathed out steadily, regulating your breathing. Tobirama’s being there with you eased you because you never really had to explain anything to him.

He just knew when you needed him.

[miminazumin]

Just a scenario of Tobirama finally having the love of his life after years of neglecting her... :)

(I have a whole plot idea about this but I’m still working on the ask in my draft.)

Tobirama’s heart swells with joy as she accepts his offer and pulls him into a passionate kiss. After all these years, after all the pain and regret, he finally has a chance at redemption, at the life he always wanted but never dared to hope for. As their lips meet, he pours all of his love, his longing, and his devotion into the kiss, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against his own.

When they finally break apart, Tobirama takes her hand in his, his eyes shining with a mix of happiness and determination. “I promise you, my love, that I will spend every day of the rest of my life making up for lost time, for the years we wasted apart. I will be the husband, the father, that you and our children deserve.”

And as they stand there, hand in hand, Tobirama feels a sense of peace wash over him, a belief that even in the face of all that has come before, there is still a chance for a happy ending. He knows that the road ahead will not be easy, that there will be challenges and obstacles to overcome, but with her by his side, he feels ready to face anything.

Together, they walk into the future, ready to build a new life, a new family, and a new legacy. And as the sun sets on the village they both love, Tobirama knows that he has finally found his place, his purpose, and his home.

[amgeryporcupine]

"Procrastination is real." - Amgery D. Porcupine

Anyways. . . *slaps some angst sht and runs away*

TW: implied $u*ciDe

This is what I call "it gets worse before it gets better" or "Tobi is an a-hole who pushed Mads to the edge. Senju became guilty and attempts to fix him but does a shtty job. Resulting in Mads suffering more than necessary. A lot happened but it all worked out at the end."

Side note: Tobirama realizes that performing physical affection works best on calming Madara, hence the hugs, kisses, and hand holding. Through it, they fell in love.

[theonlyonesora]

Embers of Moonlight (on Wattpad) 

 A secluded valley near the borders of the Land of Fire, where two clans -Senju and Uchiha-tentatively discuss peace. 

Genre: Romance, Drama, AU

[ayyyez]

Could I ask for Itachi, Madara and Tobirama with a reader that wants a big family? Like REALLY big. Like 5 or 7 little ones😂 Asking our boys 'wanna make a baby?' all the time haha🤣 Love you!

A/N: omg this made me laugh lmao just bc I imagined my own response being 'absolutely not.' 😂(to someone asking me that question not the request) hahah but dw it's not necessarily theirs. I can do this for you 😂 ily <3

TAGS: family headcanons, reader wants baby, big family, fluff, Itachi's has more suggestive content, Madara being a little shit, Tobirama being soft

CHARACTERS: Itachi Uchiha, Madara Uchiha, Tobirama Senju

ITACHI UCHIHA

Depends on which Itachi we are talking about. If it's canon Itachi who is dying and you ask him for a baby or family then he's like absolutely not. He can't leave you on your own with a child and he also doesn't have the time left to give you a big family.

So lets just pretend that doesn't happen. Itachi doesn't get ill and he doesn't die.

You two have been together for years at this point (I feel Itachi needs a few years in this to be able to jump into such a commitment. He can see himself being with you forever at this point)

The two of you of you are sitting outside on the veranda, drinking tea, legs hanging off the side. The warm, summer breeze is blowing through creating a sense of ease. This is when you first think to broach the topic. To ease him into the idea.

'Hey Itachi, I've a question.' You ask, turning to see him bring his cup to his lips.

'Mm?' He asks, absentmindedly taking a long sip of tea, eyes still looking toward the scenery in front of him.

'Do you want to have kids, with me?'

Itachi chokes on his tea, spluttering a little as he brings his cup down. The recovery his quick and smooth as he turns to you quickly, eyes wide. 'What?' He asks, more questioning if he'd heard you correctly than what you had said.

'Kids.' You repeat. 'Is it something you'd consider ever doing—ehrm well having rather—with me that is.' You smile, scratching your cheek at the attempt to smoothen out your sentence.

'Oh.' He says blinking, animately. 'Oh.' He repeats like he's not quite sure what to make of the question.

'I've put you on the spot.' You shake your head.

'No.' He assures then shakes his head into a nod. 'Well, yes but no.' Itachi cringes at himself. 'I mean, it's something I—oh gosh.' He runs his hand over his face. 'Sorry.'

You observe him noticing his face his rather flushed? And you realise you've never quite seen him so flustered before. You had flustered him! Flustered Itachi Uchiha!

'It's alright. It's not something I need an answer to right away, just something I wanted us to consider.'

'I want to consider it!' He says quickly, a little too quickly. He bites his lip, groaning to himself and takes a deep breath. 'I really do.'

The next time it's brought up is during a heated make out.

Itachi's hands are on your waist pulling you toward him. Your hands are in his hair, tugging him further into the kiss.

Your body is on fire as is your want. Your need for him to be closer to you. His lips move from yours to your cheek. Peppering kisses down your jaw and down your neck.

You moan, pushing you body flush against his. You swear it pulls a growl from him. Especially since your fingers are buried so deeply into the roots of his hair, tugging.

'Mmm Itachi.' You say, high on the moment. 'I want more.'

'Yeah?' He says, lips moving across your chest. 'Tell me what you want.'

'I want you to touch me and ah—'

He bites down on the sensitive skin of your chest just above your nipple. He sucks down then pulls off. 'What else?' He asks.

'I want you inside me.'

'Mmm.' He hums, continuing to bury himself down the flesh of your abdomen. Kissing and sucking to his hearts content.

'And I want you to cum inside and make a baby with me.'

Itachi freezes against your stomach.

Your eyes snap open.

Opps~

You totally let your want run away with you on that on.

'Yeah? You want a baby?'

'Mhmm.' You say, daring to meet his gaze. 'I do if you do.'

When you see his dark brown eyes looking back at you, pupils fully blown with want that you know he's no longer afraid. He wants this too.

'I do.' He says pushing a kiss to your skin.

'Yeah?' You say, trying to crush the emotions welling up inside you.

'How many kids you want me to give you?' He asks, slowly kissing down, down, down.

'Ah— I want a big family.' You say, biting back the moans. 'Maybe 5. Maybe 7.'

Itachi presses his face against your core. 'You're trying to kill me.' He groans. 'We better get to work.'

MADARA UCHIHA

Okay this little shit (affectionate) is probably the easiest to convince in theory but he's also a pain in the butt about it lol

Madara is the biggest simp when it comes to you so he's willing to do what you want and honestly if the two of you are having kids by conceiving together then he's like yay that means we get to do it aye aye (wiggles those eyebrows) punch him honestly.

The thing is when you first tell him he's also of two minds about it. He wants to hurry up and have lots of sex and babies with you because Madara also wants a big family. Big fams are what the Uchiha do.

HOWEVER he's also a bit selfish? Wants to wait a bit and keep you all to himself for a few years more. Wants to have your undivided attention and not have to share you with his children yet. He knows it has to happen one day and is happy to let it happen. He's just... not sure he wants it to yet!

There's still so much couple one on one things he wants to do! So he makes a deal that while the two of you are trying (if you don't want to wait) the two of you have to do a bunch of couple things together.

It's honestly win win because you get to do a lot of relaxing things like trips to the hotsprings. Date nights. Just lots of time with him spoiling you and him being absolutely obsessed with you.

Now the whole conversation itself when you did ask him to have a baby with you was a whole thing lol. It's probably pillowtalk because that's where all your deep and important convos with Madara happen.

The two of you are lying in the bed, sheets draped haphazardly over the two of you. Your bodies are facing each other, limbs are wrapped around and lost beneath the sheet.

Your hand finds his face gently stroking his flushed cheek. His finds refuge in the small of your back, pulling you even closer.

'Hey.' You say.

'Oh hello.' He says all smug. 'I didn't see you there.'

You playfully (gently) smack his cheek.

'You were pretty sure of my presence a few minutes ago.'

'Ah, yes, yes, now it's coming back to me.' He grins. 'Perhaps we ought to go again just to be sure the memory doesn't fade.'

You pinch his cheek.

'Ow, ow stop hurting the love of your life in such a manner.'

'I can think of worse things I could pinch, believe me.'

'Okay okay I concede!' He nuzzles his forehead against yours. 'I'm listening.'

'Good, I wanted to run something by you.'

'Oh? So serious. This I have to hear.' His tone maybe playful but he gives you his full attention. He always does.

'What would you say to having a baby?'

He takes a deep breath. 'Wow.' He exhales. 'I guess it depends who with because that can really be a dealbreaker.' He starts laughing.

You smack him but can't help let slip a smile.

'Ugh, why are you making this so difficult! I meant you having a baby with me! Us! Together!' You huff, pouting a little.

'I know, I know I'm just keeping such a serious conversation more joyful.' He says, wrapping his arms around you. 'I had to take advantage of your phrasing. I'm sorry.'

You huff again. 'Look if you don't want to just—' You move to roll around in his arms but he stops you.

'Oh no, no, no. Nobody runs away from Madara Uchiha. Not even you!' He grabs you and turns you back to him.

You try to keep a scowl plastered on your face but it's hard when his smile is so damn genuine.

'Of course I want to have children with you! I think about having tens of children with you! It's all I can do but stop cumming inside without protection.'

This makes you snort. 'This is not a romantic or charming conversation at all.'

'Oh, please I exude charm, baby.' He kisses your nose. 'Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. I want it too.'

'I want to have your children. Lots of children.'

Madara hums. 'The more the better, right?' He kisses your lips. 'How about we just enjoy ourselves a bit longer first. Just us?'

You roll your eyes. 'Fine.'

TOBIRAMA SENJU

This man is the hardest one to convince of the bunch. I personally don't see him really having kids and if he does it's on the lower number rather than having the bigger family.

It's got to do with the time period he's in, just coming out of the warring era and seeing so many children die and the self sacrifice he makes to dedicate himself to the village. Even though they technically have some peace in their era it does not last long.

He's not around a lot at home in the first place and feels guilty if he has to leave it to you or others to raise his children so it's going to be a big decision to have kids.

That being said if it's something you really want he's not going to say no because deep in his heart, having kids is something he would like to have. Having someone he created with you that is (for a time) untouched by war and without that burden? A dream.

It takes some years of convincing to do it though. It's not a one time conversation. It's several conversations over the years. Negotiations and understandings. He needs to make sure you understand he can't always be there. Even if he wants to be.

Tobirama will also want to be able to train them to protect themselves whether they become shinobi or not. He won't be able to sleep at night not knowing they have some sort of protection.

The thing that helps ease Tobirama into it as well is Mito and Hashirama. Their kids and seeing how they fair help sway his opinion. You helping out Mito and seeing how you are with children helps enourmously too.

Him seeing you with children always did something to his heart, tugging at those heartstrings. You just always softened? around children. You were a natural caretaker.

Tobirama couldn't bear being the one to keep you from that.

Conversations during the evenings after dinner. You take the plates over to the sink then join him over at the kotatsu.

'Have you given any thought to our conversation?' You ask, taking a seat behind him with your arms on his shoulders.

'Which convseration are you referring to?' He asks.

You begin working his shoulders, massging them gently at first, working out the tension he's worked up in the day.

He grunts but pushes back into your touch.

'You know,' you whisper against his ear, 'that conversation.' You run your lips over the shell of his ear then down his neck.

He shivers a little and you see his eyes close.

'Oh, that conversation.' He says, softly.

He hasn't dismissed it right out. That's progress.

You keep working his shoulders and alternate between kissing his neck and cheek.

Tobirama relaxes and becomes undone beneath you. He melts entirely at your touch until he merely falls back against you.

Your hands come around him, resting on top of his arms. Fingertips gently tracing his cool exposed skin.

There's a comfortable silence, one you can hear him gathering his thoughts.

'I want to give you what you want.' He says, breaking the silence.

'But?'

'But, I just need a little more time.'

A small smile finds your lips. 'Okay.' You press a kiss to his temple. 'I only want this if you do too.'

Tobirama grunts. As if to say he could ever be made to do something he doesn't want to ever.

The conversation is broached a few times after that but it isn't long until it's agreed upon. And the two of you begin trying to a baby.

[risuola]

VIII — HOPES AND DREAMS // F. READER x TOBIRAMA SENJU

You had given him the world, he held it in his hands and shed tears of joy for the first time sinc ehe was a child.

contents: fluff — 0,8k words

a/n: i can't tell you how incredibly sorry i am for updating this series so rarely. i genuinely like this series, i love tobirama and i am grateful for each and every one of you who reads this ❥ this chapter is much shorter than the rest, but the one that follows (that's in the writing!) will most likely be longer! that being said, we're heading towards the conclusion of this series, i think.

POLITICALLY LOVELESS || SERIES MASTERLIST

Tobirama didn’t remember when was the day he cried for the last time. Was it at his brother’s burial? No, he didn’t cry back then, he was the strong one for Hashirama. After losing so many family members and seeing so many deaths and spilling so much blood, he thought he’s no longer capable of crying, but ever since he’s met you, you proved him wrong on many things he thought he’s not able to do anymore.

You loved him like no one else, you melted his long-frozen heart and caused it to beat again and it was beating solely for you since the day you first kissed him. He remembered the day as if it was yesterday, when for the first time your lips brushed against his own. It was an accident, he thought, you aimed for his cheek but he turned his head and then the world stopped for a moment. Or so he thought, it sure felt like it. Your lips were soft, warm, plush against his own and he flushed like never before. Like a teenager, but you smiled and kissed him for the second time — on purpose. Because you wanted to. And he wanted that as well. You were a blessing, a true gift and he thought nothing better will happen to him. He thought that the luck reserves have already run out because he’s got all he could’ve ever wished for. You proved him wrong again.

The tears rolled down his face in silence, he was careful not to wake you up — he was careful not to wake up the world you have given him. A baby, his baby, a bundle of joy that rested on his chest, wrapped tightly in a soft blanket, sleeping peacefully in his arms. Unaware of anything or anyone and yet, instinctively leaning into his heartbeat. Tobirama couldn’t believe it was real. Was it even real? It was, it had to be, he could feel it.

The baby was small, too tiny to hold in his large palms and he was scared to hurt it. But the boy was calm, a gentle smile lingering on his pouty mouth and his miniature hand wrapped around the tip of Tobirama’s finger. He was beautiful, with your charm and Senju could’ve sworn he saw a glimpse of your eye color when his son opened his eyes just barely for a second or two. The tiny tuft of pristine white hair stuck out of his little head, already unruly and Tobirama couldn’t help but sob quietly.

You gave him a child. You gave him a son, a life made of you and him. You gave him hope, another reason to love more, to love harder. You gave him another creature to care and protect and he was ready to take on the challenge because just as much he loved you, he already loved the little human in his arms. The puffy cheeks and long eyelashes. The few kilograms of nothing but joy and affection.

“I’ve never seen you cry,” your voice was hushed when it cut through the quiet in the room. Tobirama leaned into you and you reached towards his face, your gentle thumb wiping the tears from his cheeks as you cradled him in your grasp.

“I don’t remember when I cried for the last time,” he confessed, half-whispering his words, careful to not wake the treasure he had on his heart. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

Your life was a dream. It truly was and you owed it all to Tobirama. Your husband. The man you love to the very core of your existence, the beautiful soul that opened itself before you and allowed you in. You basked in the caring interiors, in all the gentle touches and desperate kisses. He’s got your blood pump frantically in your veins and your body melt against his warmth; he’s got you smile like you never did before and love like you thought you’ll never do. And now, he’s made you a mother.

“You look beautiful,” he said and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Your heart fluttered in your chest and you knew you probably look tired. You felt tired, exhausted even, but the pain was long gone. The moment you went into labor, one of the best medics from the village joined your side to tend to your health and you couldn’t be more grateful for it.

“Aren’t you the sweetest husband,” you teased and he smiled through the tears that stained his handsome features. “Are those tears of joy?”

“Certainly,” he turned his head slightly to kiss the heel of your hand. “You made the dreams come true, the ones I thought I couldn’t afford to have and I promise you, I vow, that I’ll protect you and our son with all of my might.”

“I know you will, my beloved lord.”

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[rainbowfey]

Day 29: Wearing Each Other's Clothes

@flufftober

It started with a loud noise protruding his rather chaotic dream. For a moment, Tobirama wondered since when crows were able to produce resounding thuds. It took a while for the reality to sink in and disperse the remnants of his dream. Only when he finally opened his eyes did the realization hit him that the noise was indeed not a part of his dream. Still very much groggy, Tobirama sat up and stretched his neck with a groan, wondering about why he felt so stiff. He looked around and blinked a couple times at the sight of his fireplace that most definitely had not been in his bedroom when he had woken up the past couple of days. Shaking his head in hopes to clear his mind, he gazed at the dimly lit room around him. Only when he made out the familiar silhouette of the sofa across from him did he realize where he was. But something about it still didn’t seem to make any sense. The sofa didn’t have the shape he was used to, instead it was quite the opposite. But before his foggy brain could make sense of the slowly moving shape on the sofa, another bang brought him back to reality.

“Damnit,” he growled to himself and got up. He quickly grabbed a sweater lying in a jumbled pile on the ground next to the sofa table and slipped in it. He shivered when the cold fabric grazed his face but he didn’t have any time to think about it as the banging got even louder. “I’m coming,” he yelled, his voice still a bit raucous from sleep.

Tobirama stumbled through the dimly lit room that he now recognized as his living room. Before he slipped through the door, he caught a last glance at the silhouette of his sofa that now seemed to be moving more. He shook his head incredulously and fled the living room, heading for the front door. While walking, he looked down and noticed with relief that he was fully dressed which was at least something.

He reached his front door just in time for another earth shattering bang and he scowled when the sound pierced his ear drums. With a frown, he yanked the door open and blinked at the pale face hovering in the darkness in front of him. From the looks of it, he had been jolted awake only a couple of hours after the midnight, the moon still high up in the sky. This did at least explain why he felt like as if he had been hit by a particularly big boulder. “What?” he snarled at the gadfly who had his hand still raised as if to bang on his door again.

Now that his eyes finally adjusted to the dim moonlight, he noticed that the man in front of him was way younger that he had thought at first sight. He felt slightly guilty when he saw the intimidated look on the shinobi’s face who was more of a boy than a man, now that he examined him more closely.

“What’s the matter?” he asked again, this time a bit more friendly which seemed to do the trick.

“I am sorry,” the boy stammered, averting his gaze. “Hokage-sama sent for you and he asked me to get you as quickly as possible.” Tobirama instantly perked up at these words, a hint of concern stirring in his gut. He stared at the young shinobi and said, “I’m ready to go. Tell me what’s going on while we’re on our way.”

The shinobi nodded, seeming very relieved. He turned around without any hesitation and headed for the building straight ahead, getting ready to jump to its roof. Tobirama quickly closed the door behind him without locking it. The fact that the boy chose the quicker way over the roofs and treetops of Konoha was a sign for how dire the situation had to be. He followed him, his heart pounding in his chest. If Hashirama sent a messenger to shake him awake in the middle of the night, something grave had happened.

The young shinobi led him quickly towards the center of Konoha. While they ran, he told Tobirama between gasps about a big fire that had broken out without any warning and was now threatening several important buildings. Hashirama had called for Tobirama while he was already working on the evacuation of all of the endangered buildings.

Before the shinobi was able to tell him more, they had already entered the area of the fire. Even before they could see the fire itself, Tobirama noticed the unsettling red glow illuminating the surrounding buildings and he quickened his pace, leaving the exhausted boy behind. From this point on, he didn’t need anyone to lead him towards the scene of event as the perilous shine and the pungent smell of smoke sufficed entirely.

When Tobirama finally reached the source of fire, he saw at least two dozen shinobi scurrying through the flickering light and shadows, either leading frightened residents to safety or casting water jutsus at the fire. Tobirama didn’t have to wait for anyone to give him instructions, he was well aware of why Hashirama had called for him. He headed straight for the biggest fire and took a deep breath, focusing on the dancing flames in front of him.

“Water release!” he growled and gathered all his chakra. Only a split second later, the fire started sizzling when the powerful water stream hit.

Again and again, Tobirama used his jutsu, the heat of the fire and the subsequent steam burning on his skin. He barely noticed how other shinobi joined him, following his lead. Together, they attacked one source of fire after another until the village was drowning in steam. Tobirama’s heart was hammering in his chest and he was panting, scanning the area vigilantly for another suspicious red glow. But all he could see was the faint morning light cast by the sun finally rising.

He flinched when a hand fell on his shoulder. He turned around, an angry rebuke already on his lips, when he noticed his brother’s exhausted face. Instantly, his tension faded and he examined Hashirama thoroughly. His concern grew when he noticed the soot and scratches all over his brother. He grabbed Hashirama’s wrist and pulled him closer to examine a particularly big tear in his shirt. “Are you hurt?” he asked urgingly.

Hashirama smiled at him and shook his head, carefully freeing his wrist. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Thanks for getting here so quickly.”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to arrive here this early,” someone behind Tobirama piped up and he turned around to see an also very disheveled looking Izuna who smiled at him wearily.

Tobirama nodded to him and noticed relieved that even though Hashirama and Izuna both looked like as they had had a very rough night, both seemed to be unharmed. Now that the fires had finally been put out, the chaos around them slowly calmed down. Another shinobi passed by them and handed all three of them water bottles which they gratefully accepted. Hashirama started chugging the water and Tobirama also took a few sips but Izuna paused. He looked at him curiously over the neck of his bottle and noticed that Izuna was staring at him – or rather at his chest.

Tobirama raised an eyebrow and looked down at his chest but he didn’t find anything weird about it. He eyed Izuna and gave him an asking look, wondering whether Izuna was just zoning out.

But Izuna didn’t seem absentminded at all. “Nice sweater you have there,” he said, leaving Tobirama puzzled at this rather cryptic statement.

Tobirama wasn’t exactly the most socially adept person but even to him this seemed to be a weird thing to say in this situation. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hashirama waving someone closer but he was too caught up in Izuna’s increasingly strange facial expression to give it any attention. He started getting slightly worried when he saw a knowing smile spreading on Izuna’s face.

“So, a good night got cut short, huh?” Izuna asked, grinning at him. “That’s a shame.”

Tobirama stared at him and for a moment, he asked himself if Izuna was maybe a bit befuddled by the smoke still lingering in the air. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he admitted, giving Izuna a slightly worried look.

Izuna nodded exaggeratedly. “Yeah, sure,” he said and winked at him, his voice clearly indicating that he didn’t believe him one bit.

Before Tobirama could come up with another question, Hashirama pulled someone closer to them and Tobirama winced when the sight of dark eyes instantly brought back the memory of the past night. Suddenly, the weird shape of the sofa in his living room made a lot of sense. His cheeks started burning when he noticed the amused glance in Madara’s face and he wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. He had been so startled at the banging at his door that he hadn’t even remembered that Madara hadn’t left the previous night – and he had just run off with the messenger without even telling Madara that he was leaving.

“Uh, hi,” he muttered, carefully avoiding Madara’s gaze. Instead, he stared at his chest which was covered in soot. Something about it bothered him but he didn’t get a chance to think about it as Izuna started speaking, his voice still sounding weirdly ironic.

“So, when did you plan on telling us about this?” he asked and Tobirama noticed that Madara seemed equally as confused as he was.

“What are you even talking about, Izuna?” Madara growled, giving his little brother an exasperated look who returned it with a wide grin.

“Well,” he said slowly, seemingly relishing in the situation. “If you want to keep it a secret, you should be quite a bit more discreet.”

Madara stared at him and Tobirama could almost see the thoughts rattling through his mind. Hashirama next to him eyed them curiously and Tobirama started feeling like he was in a fever dream.

Izuna stared at them and when neither of them made a move to reply, he sighed and pointed at Madara’s chest. “My beloved brother, if you want to play clueless, you probably shouldn’t show up in your lover’s clothes.”

And suddenly, the scales fell from Tobirama’s eyes and he gasped when he realized what had bothered him about Madara – the sweater he was wearing seemed all too familiar beneath all of the grime. He hastily looked down at himself and froze when he noticed that the sweater he himself was wearing looked exactly like the one Madara had taken off and carelessly thrown on the ground only a couple of hours ago. On the ground next to the sofa table, right where Tobirama had set down his own sweater only a couple of minutes prior.

And while they both started sputtering explanations in horror, Izuna crossed his arms and grinned like a Cheshire cat. And over all the chaos, Hashirama piped up, his eyes wide opened, sounding entirely bewildered, “Wait – are you two like … a thing?”

[masasiblingnaruto]

dec 20 : fluff

[jumexju]

REQ !! : hiiii!!!! im inlove with your fanfics and I was wondering if I could request tobirama senju x reader who hurt themself on the mission, leading them to go blind ? you can decide if it's an established relationship or not ! have a great rest of your day ! <333. - anon

THE HAZE (req)

Pairing !! : Senju Tobirama / GN Reader

Fic Type !! : One-Shot / Fluff / Comfort

CW !! : Very little mention of blood in the beginning & violence (not by tobi) in the beginning, insecurity & self-doubt, apart from that, none !

Summary !! : You get hurt on a mission, causing you to lose your sight. Luckily, you have Tobirama to help you.

Notes !! : I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you like it oomfie ^^!!

✦ MASTERLIST

It happened all too fast. 

One second you were fighting spy shinobi from the hidden sound, the next — you couldn’t see anything, only being able to feel the stinging pain of a kunai slash your face. The only thing your teammates heard after the devastating blow were your screams and cries that you couldn’t see anything. After your teammates had eliminated the enemy, one of them carried you on their back to bring you to the village hospital so that a medical ninja could treat you. 

When an Anbu Black Ops member — one of the four on your team to be exact — appeared before Tobirama, he knew that the news he would be receiving would not only be a report on how the mission went. 

“They’re in the hospital, Lord Second.” The shinobi replied to him after he had been asked for your whereabouts. Tobirama grunted as he got up from his desk and walked to the door, hesitating to open it. 

“Did the shinobi who attacked them get away?” His tone was sharp, demanding. 

“No, Lord Second.” 

“You’re dismissed,” Tobirama said before leaving his office and heading to the hospital to see the condition you were in. 

After a few hours of the treatment by the medical ninja, they had broken the news to you. The cut on your face would be able to heal, only leaving a scar in its wake, but you would never again be able to see. ‘You would never again be able to see..’ ..The words rang in your head, you didn’t know what to feel after hearing the news. You couldn’t open your eyes due to the injury being wrapped with gauze, but it’s not like having your eyes open or not would make a difference — You still wouldn’t be able to see. 

“What do you mean I can’t go in?” Tobirama’s brows furrowed at what one of the nurses in charge of your room had told him. 

“They’ve asked that no one come into their room, Lord second,” The poor nurse seemed conflicted, “Not even yourself..” The man huffed, staring at your door before walking out again. 

If he couldn’t go in through the door, then he’d go in through the window. Nothing — no one — could keep him from seeing you. 

Not even you. 

Your head hung low as you wondered what you looked like, although you had a good idea of what  the scar would look like, since you could still feel the dull pain of the slash across your face. 

“_____.” 

You picked your head up, recognizing the familiar voice that had called your name. “.. Tobi?” Your head darted from side to side, trying to listen for any clues of where he was. “I didn’t hear the door open, where did you-” 

“Why did you tell them not to let me in?” Tobirama was never one to beat around the bush, always facing things head-on. You stayed silent, fidgeting with your fingers. “_____. ..Why?” 

You sighed, “I didn’t.. want you to see me.” That was only the simple explanation. The truth was, you felt horrible at the fact that you would never be able to see him again, you wouldn’t be able to experience the world with him in the same way as before. You could hear his voice and feel his touch but you would never be able to see him again. You felt the mattress dip next to you and a warm hand — his hand — hold your anxious ones. 

“What did the medics say? ..about your condition, I mean.” Tobirama asked, straight to the point as always. 

“..They said..” You could feel tears pour from your closed eyes as you tried to force the words out of your lips. “They said.. I wouldn’t be able to see anymore.” 

“So.. you’re not in critical condition? You’ll be okay?” He asked, an unfamiliar sound of worry subtly evident in his voice, feeling his thumb brush away your tears afterwards. 

“I’ll be fine, it’s just.. My sight– Or well, my lack of it.” You didn’t sound happy, at all. Tobirama could tell that much, but all he cared about was the fact that you were going to live. Truthfully, Tobirama could care less if you could see or not, as long as he had you beside him. Suddenly, you could feel strong arms encase you in a warm and comforting embrace, a warm vanilla scent emitting from Tobirama as he hugged you. You hesitated to hug him back but did so after a while. You were confused — was he not.. disappointed after hearing the news? After a few moments, you pulled back from him. “..You’re not disappointed?” 

A puzzled look washed over his face — not that you could see it though. “Disappointed? Why would I be disappointed?” 

“Well.. my blindness is permanent so..” 

“What does that have to do with anything?” It was a serious question. Did you really think he would just leave you because of your new disability? As if. 

“I won’t be able to experience the world in the same way as you, Tobirama..” You somehow felt even sadder after saying it outloud. Guilty even, because you knew you would cause him an inconvenience. You would have to learn to read differently and you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the warm mornings when you woke up with him in the same way anymore. Things would be different now that you had lost your sight. 

“Maybe,” He said, “But you’ll still be by my side — and that’s all I need.” He said it with passion because he meant it. He wouldn’t be leaving you anytime soon. 

“..I’ll be a burden to you.” You stated it as if it was to be a fact — which was farther from the truth in Tobirama’s mind. 

“You won’t. I once told you I'd be with you through the hard times and I am a man of my word. You of all people should know this best, _____.” His words were serious, but you could tell there was an underlying tone of tenderness to them. 

This man loved you- Truly loved you. 

Things were different after you had lost your sight.

You couldn’t see people’s expressions, not their happy ones, nor their annoyed ones. You couldn’t read people’s emotions as you used to do before the incident. And you surely couldn’t navigate your own home the way you used to. It was humiliating, at first. You felt like a child that needed help to just survive, help that you certainly didn’t need at first. You never thought that you’d ever have to rely on Tobirama so much as you did now.

But it was getting easier. 

Though your sight was completely gone — Your other senses stepped up, as if wanting to make up for the lack of it. You could hear even the subtlest of sounds and this was no doubt thanks to your lover. Tobirama had proposed — after about a month that you had spent healing — that he help you hone your other senses through training with him. You had agreed to it, thinking that it’d help you feel less helpless (which it did). But not only did it improve your self-esteem, your other senses had become more sensitive to stimuli. Over time, your kinesthetic sense also improved. You became more aware of the layout of your home, no longer needing Tobirama’s help around the house whenever you wanted to do something (except for cooking, you were currently taking a break from that after you almost burned the house down).

Currently, you were in the middle of training with your now fiancé. You could feel a bead of sweat drip down the side of your face as you tried to anticipate where he would come from. Your ears picked up on the rustling of leaves and you turned your head to face in that direction. You were about to throw a kunai in its direction before you felt a large, calloused hand rest on your shoulder, “I win, again.” 

You groaned, “That’s not fair! I’m handicapped.” You crossed your arms, you’d roll your eyes if you could, too. 

“That can’t be your excuse all the time, you know. Not if you wanna be sent out on missions again.” There was a small smirk on his face as his arms circled around your waist, pulling you close to him. 

“I know, but still.” you pouted and sighed before leaning into him, resting the back of your head on his shoulder. “I appreciate you doing this for me, Tobi.” A smile graced your features, something that Tobirama had missed dearly. Since the incident, your smiles became scarce — Though you seemed to be smiling more lately. 

“I would do anything for you.” He spoke into your ear before he planted a chaste kiss on your jaw. 

“Anything?” you chimed. 

“Anything.” He confirmed before he kissed your lips lovingly. 

[luv-kakashi]

One of us is dead

chapter two | chapter four

chapter three - konoha

"Aren't you guys supposed to be guarding the gates? I can't believe we're letting Konoha's biggest sleazebags guard our village, you know," a red-haired kunoichi retorted as she whacked the two gatekeepers awake.

"Oh good morning to you too Kushina. Besides, it's not like anyone's attacking the village or anything," one of the guards mumbled as he slowly raised his head, still half-dazed from his sleep.

"Oh sorry, it's not like the Third Shinobi War is happening right now, you know. Get it together! I'm going to scout the surrounding area and you two had better be awake by the time I'm finished!"

"I'm sure Minato will be back soon Kushina, and congrats on the Jounin promotion!"

Kushina left the two deadweights as she went for her normal morning. Her morning usually consisted of the same old; scout the surrounding area and report back to the hokage. 

Today had been no different until she reached the west gate.

Kushina watched as a girl collapsed in front of her, causing her to pull out a kunai, gripping it tightly before cautiously stepping towards the child. She knelt down and brushed long strands of red hair away from her face before inspecting her worn out, fatigued state. Dirt and sweat smeared across her skin and many shades of purple and blue decorated her neck, underneath her zipped-up jacket. The kunoichi turned her over to notice the child was clinging to a scroll, tightly wrapped against her chest with her bruised, bloody, blackened arms.

She couldn't help but bite the inside of her mouth at the state of girl, no older than her partners students, grasp onto the slightest bit of life left in her. Carefully picking her up, Kushina cradled the child to her chest and took off to the leaf's hospital.

The sunlight poured into the room, cascading through the curtains as it filled to room with its warmth. I slowly reached my hand out, hoping to feel anything that would indicate where I was.

Crisp sheets hugged my body as I laid in a bed full of soft feathers. It was soothing to say the least. 

But, where am I? The last thing I remember is running straight to the Land of fire. Had the masked man taken me away?

I jolted up out of the bed, panicking at the foreign hospitality I had been offered. 

Holy shit, where am I?

"Oh, good morning. Hey, hey, easy there. You have some nasty injuries, be careful" said a gentle voice from the corner of the room.

I turned to meet the voice and I was greeted by the prettiest kunoichi I had ever seen. Long locks of red hair cascaded past her shoulders as her amethyst eyes shone in the sunlight. 

"I'm Kushina Uzumaki, I found you out cold by the gates. Could you tell me a bit about yourself and why your here?"

An Uzumaki. I didn't think I'd run into a member of my clan so soon. 

Longingly, I stared at her as I took in everything I had just learnt. I hastily shoved my gaze onto my hands as I fiddled with my fingers.

I had to make up a good story-a believable one at that- explaining why I suddenly turned up here. 

It's not like I can just say 'Oh hey yes I'm running away from a bounty-hunting organisation who will kill me on sight. Oh, wait I forgot to mention that a masked man has blackmail material on me and told me to spy the village.'

I'm certain that these Konoha nin will look intently into any information I provide leaving no room for anything but the absolute truth.

"Whatever you do, do not reveal your identity"

"Um, I'm Y/N Uzumaki and my papa told me to run here if anything happened to him or the village." I muttered keeping my gaze stuck to fingers. 

If I were to make this somewhat credible, I'd have to start the water works real fast.

"My village. It was destroyed down many years ago, but then we moved closer to the Village Hidden in the Mist, but then I was taken away from my family!"

Hopefully this will lead to a dead-end if they decide to investigate my past. 

"Hey its okay you’re safe now Y/N," Kushina said as she ran to the side of my bed. My eyes burned as I forced them open and I sat there and sobbed. 

She whispered ever so gently as she coiled her arms around my fragile frame. She patted me on my head and smoothed out my tangled hair. 

The warmth and compassion she held me in felt comforting to say the least. But I didn't deserve an ounce of her love. I'm merely here acting as a pawn just so I find some way to survive in this hopeless world. I selfishly clung to her embrace but quickly retracted myself from her arms.

Wait. Where did the scroll go? Oh, for the love of Kami, I can't get caught. This is my only way to a brief freedom. I immediately started patting my body down hysterically but stopped after hearing a soft raspy chuckle come from the door.

"Looking for this?" a man clad in a long white robe says before handing the scroll back to me, "We found you clinging to this scroll for dear life. Can you tell us a bit about what happened and the scroll you bought with you?"

The Hokage. He must be the Hokage. 

"I was taken from my family and they kept me hostage for so long. I don't remember much from my captivity. But all I have is that scroll which my papa gave me. My parents, they might still be alive! I have to find them!"

"All in due time, you'll need to get strong first! That's why I've made arrangements for you to stay here in Konoha and you could join the academy if you would like. The medics have tended to your injuries and you're free to leave today. Kushina will see you to your new home."

"Thank you for letting me stay Lord third." I said as I bowed my head before he made his way out of the hospital room.

"Come, I'll show you to your new home."

Guilt slowly started creeping up on me as I walked down the streets of Konoha. I can't allow myself to get attached nor get swayed from my initial goal. 

Get the information for the masked man and leave as soon as possible. I won't allow myself to soften up to this village, it'll make saying goodbye easier if I don't. 

My thoughts were swayed as soft fingers interlaced mine.

"I don't want you getting lost in the crowd and besides you keep sighing, you know." Kushina said as we slowly parted from the morning crowd and onto a side street, 

"I promise you that we'll find your family in no time. We're Uzumaki's, that means your family is my family, you know! So cheer up! A sad look doesn't suit your cute face Y/N, you know!"

"Thank you, Kushina-san." I replied. 

Her words were wasted on me. Going to such lengths to avoid my true identity from being found. Lying to the very people who just saved me, forming fake bonds with those willing to offer me a home. 

It all left a sour taste in my mouth.  

"I'm sorry I wont be able to check up on you tomorrow, I have a mission early morning. But remember, you start at the academy tomorrow, so make sure to get there on time and to sleep well, you know!" Kushina said as she ruffled my hair, "If you need anything, just ask me, I live down the street there in that house."

"Thank you, Kushina-san. Have a good day." I said before making my way into my new apartment. It was furnished with basic necessities but that didn't matter.

After checking no one was in sight, I climbed out of the apartment window and jumped onto the street and sneaked out of the village with ease, considering the two jonin guarding the gates were fast asleep.

I found an empty area, secluded by the trees. Surely whatever is in this scroll can't kill me, the masked man seemed determined to get me to Konoha. 

I pulled the scroll out from my pocket, and braced myself as I flowed my chakra through the scroll.

"Blood manipulation: blood edge."

The scroll ripped open, and my vision was blurred by a POOF!

"Ah so you're finally here then," a voice emerged from the smoke.

My vision cleared up and Zetsu materialised in front of my eyes.

"Oh its you. What do you want?"

"Leader-sama wants you to keep an eye out on the nine tails jinchuriki, Kushina Uzumaki. The next time I see you, I expect a report Y/N chan. Or should I say Kunoichi Thirteen?"

"Where is Sumire, Zetsu?" 

"Patience is a virtue Y/N chan, it wouldn't kill to have some," Zetsu chuckled, "Besides she's living in a hidden cabin 40km north-west from here." 

"I hope you trip and break all your branches Zetsu." I spat, before turning my back to him as I made my towards Sumire. 

"Don't kill the messenger Y/N chan!" he said before seeping back into the earth, "Say hi to Sumire chan for me!" 

The way he seeps into the earth always sends a shiver down my spine, like watching something unnatural and unsettling disappear into the shadows. Even after he's gone, the creeping unease he leaves behind lingers in the air. I turn in the direction of Sumire and run with no thought but one; Sumire.

The house stands in eerie silence, a derelict relic of a forgotten past. The roof sags in the middle, with the odd tile missing or shattered, exposing the underlays and rafters. Windows that were perhaps clear and welcoming are now covered in grime. Vines and weeds claim their territory around the rotting wood, choking the paint underneath. 

Inside the air is thick with the scent of damp wood, the floorboards creak with every step and cobwebs drape the abandoned furniture.

Yet the suffocating air and the fading wallpaper fade away in the warmth of her embrace. 

"I'm home," I whispered, entering the dimly lit house. 

"Welcome back Y/N. It took you long enough to find me." Sumire said as she wheeled out of the kitchen to the entry way where I stood. 

"Sorry, I got caught up in some business. I missed you Sumire," I whispered as I kneeled to her so she could do my favourite thing ever. Play with my hair. 

Sumire hasn't always been like this. She hasn't been able to walk since I was in the academy. 

"I missed you too Y/N. Does that mean you will stay here with me?"

"I'm sorry Sumire, I have something to do here in Konoha, but I promise after I'm done we can leave like we always dreamed of." 

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And with that, the Uzumaki siblings have been reunited.

However, much still hangs in the air as confusion clouds Y/N's thoughts. Just how did Sumire end up in Konoha? It all seems so convenient that the masked man desperately needed Y/N to infiltrate Konoha, where she finds her sister.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! As always you can find this fanfiction on wattpad (if you prefer wattpad formatting). Let me know what you think so far. Is it interesting? I'd love to hear from you dearest reader.

Loving you always,

Suri <3

[stardustcoma]

Hey there, do you have a master list?

I haven't made a masterlist until now hehe, I will update it progressively

˚⊹♡ Masterlist ₊˚⊹♡

Crimson Red. madara x fem reader.

White lipgloss. madara x fem reader.

Sake Girl. tobirama x fem reader.

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Shadow Clone

Masterlist

Summary: Everytime I look at him, I feel obligated to admire him. Every part of him. His harmonious face, the red marks, his hair... He is odd and frightening, but very beautiful.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Fem!OC

Word count: +1k

Overall warnings: mature language, fluff, smut, oral sex🔞

All characters belong to Naruto, and all rights are reserved to the original work whose author allowed me to translate it. Hope you like it <3

posted on ao3

“Y/n,” Tobirama calls me and approaches the place where I am.  

Just hearing his voice gives me goosebumps. Tobirama scares me but makes me curious at the same time. His reserved and serious manner is interesting.  

I look at him. “Hmm?”  

Everytime I look at him, I feel obligated to admire him. Every part of him. His harmonious face, the red marks, his hair... He is odd and frightening, but very beautiful.  

“I created a jutsu and I want to show it to you.”  

Whenever he creates a new jutsu, he shows me, including Edo Tensei. It was a little strange.  

“Show me then,” I smiled.  

Tobirama disappeared in smoke and immediately afterwards, comes out from behind a tree.  

“But...”  

“This is the jutsu. It’s a clone, Kage Bunshin.”  

“Cool,” I squeal excitedly.  

“Did you really like it?”  

“Yes, it was awesome.”  

Tobirama makes another clone. They both sit next to me and look at me. Normally, I freak out with one Tobirama. With two, it feels like my heart is going to explode.  

“T-tobirama...” I alternate my gaze between the two.  

“Need something...?” The one on the right approaches me.  

“Yes...”  

“Tell me, what do you need?”  

“You,” I grab the back of his head and pull him in for a kiss.  

I feel the clone’s hands behind me, holding my waist. The original’s hands are on my tights.  

“Tobirama...” I gasp.  

I sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his shoulders.  

“Ah Y/n... I waited so long to have you.”  

“Like this...?”  

“I always tried to impress you with my jutsu, but every time you were more moved with Hashirama or Madara,” he rolls his eyes.  

I laugh at him.  

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Your jutsus impress me, I just don’t show it much.”  

“Why?”  

“I don’t know, you’re always so serious. I tried to be like that too, at least with you.”  

“Why only with me?”  

“You scare me,” I confess.  

Tobirama moves away from me and looks at me curiously, yet at the same time discouraged.  

“I apologize.”  

“It’s okay, it isn’t your fault. You impress me too,” I run my hand over his face.  

Tobirama’s clone disappears, and he looks at me inquisitively, requesting an explanation from me.  

“Your reserved way of acting, I mean... you and Hashirama are so different despite being brothers,” I run my thumb across his lip.  

Tobirama holds my wirst and takes my hand away from his mouth. His other hand runs along the side of my neck, stopping with his fingers on my nape. He pulls me in for a kiss, a hot kiss this time. His hands now take hold of my waist, pulling me closer onto his lap, leaving out intimacies glued together.  

“Ah...” I gasp, feeling his mouth on my neck.  

“I’ll finally have you,” he bites my neck lightly.  

We are in the middle of the forest. Anything we do here, no one will see, so I think it’s a great place to have sex, right? I know you don’t agree.  

“Tobi...” I moan.  

“Let’s go to my house,” he whispers.  

“Alright.”  

──

Tobirama opens the door and takes off the heavy part of his clothes. I start to unbutton my dress but stop when I see him coming towards me.  

“Let me take this away,” he speaks quietly and gently removes my dress.  

I push him on the sofa and sit on his lap. He removes my bra and looks at my breasts, sighing.  

“I can finally suck them.” He grabs one of my breasts and starts sucking my nipple.  

“Awn... Tobirama...” I groan.  

I run my fingers through his hair, pulling it lightly, feeling his teeth graze my nipple. Tobirama puts me lying on the couch, getting on top of me. He kisses down to the hem of my panties and takes them off, placing a long kiss on my crotch.  

“Ah...” I moan.  

I place one of my legs over the back of the sofa, leaving myself open to Tobirama. I feel his warm breath in my core.  

“You’re already so wet,” he whispers.  

“You leave me like this...”  

“Good to know,” he laughs. Bastard.  

I feel Tobirama’s tongue slide inside me, entering me.  

“Awn...” I moan, biting my lip.  

Tobirama hols the upper part of my tights tightly, steadying them. His tongue explores me. He gives light hickeys to my clitoris, making me roll my eyes and moan. I grind in his face and tilt my head back.  

“Damn, what a delicious pussy,” he states slurred.  

“I need you...” I say slyly.  

Tobirama stands up and takes off his own clothes. He gets on top of me and kisses me, brushing his tip over my clitoris and my entrance.  

“Tell me, what do you want?” He mutters.  

“I want you, fucking me...” I whisper back.  

I feel his cock enter me slowly but deeply, making me moan.  

“Awn... Tobi...” I groan and run my nails down his back.  

The thrusts start slow but rough, and I moan because of the pleasure, scratching his back.  

“Fuck... so tight,” he moans in my ear.  

I slowly bring my fingers to my clitoris, stimulating myself and feeling my legs tremble.  

“A-ahwn...” I close my eyes tightly and groan.  

I pull Tobirama by the back of the head and kiss him. He begins to thrust into me faster, squeezing my waist while his other hand rests on the sofa.  

“I’m going to cum,” I say quietly.  

“Then cum for me,” he bites lightly on my neck.  

My legs tremble, my body contracts and I come moaning loudly.  

“Suck me. I want to cum in your mouth,” he orders, getting off me.  

Tobirama sits on the sofa, and I kneel on the floor in front of him. I run my tongue over his tip and give light sucks on the spot. He holds my hair with his hand, gently pushing my head against his groin, making his cock go deep into my mouth.  

“Ah...” He moans hoarsely.  

I mack a back-and-forth movement, accompanied by my hand below my mouth. His hand stays in my hair, just following the moves while he moans in a husky tone.  

“Oh fuck...”  

I suck his member hard, feeling my mouth being filled with his cum. I swallow it all and Tobirama gets up, taking me in his lap.  

“Let’s take a bath,” he speaks in a sweet way.  

I smile and give him a peck.