Naruto Favorites: Warring Clan Era (Mostly TobiMada⭐️)
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Tobirama has always had a problem with his scent.
Or rather—everyone else has had a problem with it.
When they were at war, it had been a significantly lesser point of contention. Not many had the time, nor the energy, to focus on how a shinobi smelled among the putrid tang of blood and rot that so often overtook the battlefield.
Toka had even called it a positive, once. “It must be quite jarring,” she had said, “To look over and see your clan slaughtered, surrounded by the smell of vanilla and caramelized sugar.”
Right.
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Madara had set out to conquer and left scorched earth in his wake, for once without meaning to. Despite their history, he could admit that Tobirama had deserved better than him. Still did, if he were honest.
He wouldn’t get it, though. All Tobirama would ever get was Madara and Madara alone.
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Sugar Baby Delusions by Ellionne for stellennium, IllogicalHuman
Fandoms: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
30 Oct 2025
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"Good morning, Senju-sama," Madara greeted smoothly as soon as he made it into Tobirama’s office. "How may I assist you today?"
Or: 5 times Tobirama thought about firing Madara, and the one time he did not
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- Part 21 of Madatobi Kinktober 2025
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Norepinephrine: A Novel Synthesis by coire-non (AortaArgent)
Fandoms: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
19 Nov 2025
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Kinktober Day 21. Cum slut – Power bottom – “I won’t break!”
Tobirama replicates a long-studied neurotrasmitter in a scientific breakthrough*, and employs Madara's expert assistance in recording the profound effects.
Collateral Damage: twenty-seven items of glassware (assorted), one set of shelves, one pair of linen hakama, one worktable (oak) damaged by fluid.*Accidentally makes an aphrodisiac.
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- Part 11 of Kinktober 2025 - MDTB Edition
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“Wait -”
“Hold still. Right there.”
He’s smiling like a fool when he balances the brim-full shochu cup right on the flat of Tobirama’s bare stomach, trying not to laugh as he lifts his hand up and away slowly. It tilts - precarious for a moment on a narrow base - and slowly settles with Tobirama’s breath.
“You’re trapped,” Madara informs him, still grinning wide enough that he almost spills his own sip of shochu from the corner of his mouth. He sits back at leisure, back resting against one of the smooth wooden posts and surveys the man laid out before him. “At my mercy.”
Tobirama makes that stifled, puffing noise that stands for laughter in his own private language.
Or: one night in an unexpectedly pleasurable marriage.