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Uchiha Madara is twenty-one the first time an attempt to steal his bloodline succeeds.
That's how he talks about it, afterwards. How the clan sees it. A theft. Some object in his possession was taken from him by force and deception.
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"Papa, papa, 'ttufly!"
"Butterfly. Indeed."
Tsurugi is a bright child. Enthusiastic, curious, friendly. Madara took a good year to learn to love her.
Madara loves her, but she was born of violence and theft and appeared by surprise. He has to be her entire world, shield, scaffold to grow onto, and he wasn't ready.
He loves her now, though. She's his firstborn and heir and his blood, and she sings like a screechy bird in the bath and bites when tickled, and from the first day he could bring himself to hold her she has slept nowhere better than face down on his chest.
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or,
the one where madara needs his clan's pups fed and so he forces tobirama into an early heat by fucking him into it.
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Kinktober Day 18. Obedience – Clothed A/naked B - Deep Throating
The exchange of the Hokage title from Shodaime to Nidaime is graceful, widely admired, and only those directly involved seem to note any real disturbance to their routines.
Yet a great deal of the credit, agreed by almost every citizen, is owed to the Shodaime’s brother. He even seems invigorated by the change - energetic, somehow, and as deeply committed as he had been for the past half decade. He helps to hold up the sudden burden of the hat, steadies the wobbles, and devotes just as much of his time in aid of the Nidaime as he did his own brother. Albeit, a great deal more of it on his knees.
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- Part 7 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.
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27 Jan 2026
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"I can still hear you thinking," Madara admonished as his searing hand wandered up Tobirama's spine before settling into his sweaty neck, clamping down hard. Rather than the action turning his hackles up in defence, Tobirama's eyes rolled back the as his brain seemingly liquified and all but dripped out of his ears. "You don't need to worry about a single thing."
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25 Jan 2026