#female tobirama

[fistfuloflightning]

”Hashirama thinks—“ “I already know what he thinks. I want to know what you think. You were Hashirama’s shadow when you were Senju Tobirama. But you’re an Uchiha now, and that means standing at my side, and not in my shadow. This village is as much your making as it is mine or Hashirama’s.” Tobirama remained silent, red eyes fixed unseeing on her cup. Madara knew the peace haunted her in a way it didn’t the others. Her sole purpose for existence was no longer there and she was learning there was more to life than constant vigilance and a kunai in hand. And she was terrified of it.

[togaki-kun]

🎨 artist @craneace (commission)

I had the lovely pleasure of working with Crane on this project! ❤️ They did such an amazing job at bringing soft and tender emotions to this scene. Make sure to check out their commissions while they’re still open!

And, for those curious, you can find where this scene was inspired from at this fic here. 😉

[lossie92]

decided to redraw the lineart for the fem!tobimada request from @amaturechemist

to be finished tomorrow~

[donotpercieveme123]

T: are you alright? Let me see

I: uwu

T: ... : |

[itachislbeloved]

Forced Breeding

"Do you feel that, baby, huh? Do you feel me deep inside you?" he asked as he thrusted deep in you, your face and cheeks red from the heat that your body was radiating. You couldn't answer as his thrusts were too powerful and left you a moaning mess. All you could do was a nod and his hands travelled to your throat, holding it and pressing it slightly, not too hardly. "Words baby, I need words." he put pressure on your throat, "Y-yes, I feel you." you said between your moans and with your eyes closed feeling too good. "Should I breed you, hm, baby? Should I pump you full of my cum? Wouldn't you love that, hm? Wouldn't you love my cum dripping down your pussy?" his words made you open your eyes wide and stare at him in panic. "N-no, don't, please don't." you said as you tried to push him from on top of you but he just chuckled and held both of your hands in his one, "I don't take no for an answer baby, I will breed you and make you mine. You don't have any other choice than just to be bred by me." he said as he thrusted deeper in you and you could feel your tears trickling down your cheeks, you came around his shaft and you could feel hot liquid pour into you, you knew he did it, he came in you when you were not on the pills. "You are mine, baby, only mine to breed." he said as he came into you with a dark chuckle leaving his mouth.

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Itachi, Obito, Madara, Tobirama, Kakashi, Pain, Geto, Sukuna, Gojo, Toji.

(I couldn't think of other characters so please let me know if you think of others.)

(Come on you know Uchihas would love to breed their partners <3)

[yogurt-bee]

"It's the weather in the house that counts,

And everything else is just vanity!

There's me and you, and everything else,

umbrella and all that's besides."

[numerito17]

So he had to pretend to be autistic to win over the princess of the Uchiha clan???

[taiyoooh]

inspo by the comments in san-san-kudo by @whimsical-metanoia

[fistfuloflightning]

She’d step on me and I’d thank her for it.

—Madara, at some point

Day 7 | genderfuckery for @foundersweek

[togaki-kun]

THE BEST FEELING I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Izuna tries hard to court a girl who already loves him. It’s just too bad that the war, underhanded genjutsu—oh, and her cousin—are all making it more difficult than it ought to be.

Read Part 1 and Part 2 here!

[lossie92]

The promised snippet from one of my WIPs, The Wild Beauty within You. 

It’s a femTobi/Mada fic. The story is set pre-Konoha and kicks off with Madara and Tobirama being held captive by a mysterious group of shinobi. They are forced to work together in order to escape with their lives and, in the process, they get closer...😉

Hope you enjoy!

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Warnings: canon-typical violence, threat of rape

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It took a bit longer than expected before the people got close enough for him to decipher what they were saying, but when they did, he had to work very hard not to blow his cover immediately.

“Let me go!” That timbre, even though deeper in register, could only belong to a woman and Madara could clearly hear the fear underlying her ire. “You will fucking regret ever getting your hands near m—”

The slap was so loud it seemed to echo in the near empty space.

“I told you to shut up!” A gruff male voice barked before another one added, “You will either do as you’re told or we’ll make you do it, sweetheart. Your choice.”

“Fuck you!” The woman responded. 

Predictably enough, her yell was followed by another loud smack, indicating she had been slapped once again, probably even harder than before judging by the choked up, pained sound she made after the blow connected with what Madara suspected to be her face.

“I will fuck you and maybe that will make you quiet,” the first man growled, his tone making it obvious he meant it. “See if you have the strength to bitch after I’m done with you.”

That direct threat seemed to finally make the woman reconsider mouthing off and she fell silent, her bravado evidently only able to carry her so far. Madara was relieved she didn’t continue provoking whoever she was with both for his sake and her own. He had absolutely no desire to play witness to rape and he also didn’t wish this brave, if foolish woman to suffer such a fate.

It took another few seconds before Madara heard the footsteps stop in front of his cell. The barred doors were opened a moment later and the woman was shoved inside hard enough to immediately fall to the ground.

“Oi, you there! You have a guest. Say hello to the lady,” the other man yelled before sniggering at his own joke.

“Leave him alone, Maki. Unless you want to end up like Giichi and Kota.”

“That’s the guy who—?”

“Yes,” the gruff man said before he addressed the woman. “If I were you, I would listen to that advice as well. Nobody appreciates a noisy cellmate or so I have been told and it would be a shame if something happened to you, wouldn’t it?”

The woman said nothing to that, but when Madara cracked his eyes open just a little, he could see that she was turned in the direction of the men who brought her in. It wasn’t hard to imagine her glaring daggers at them. She seemed like the type to do that.

Though the men had tried to provoke her again a few times, likely hoping she would snap and give them a reason to make good on what they had promised her if she misbehaved again, they got bored with her silence soon enough and left.

Madara waited until he couldn’t hear them anymore before he opened his eyes fully and cleared his throat.

The woman immediately turned in his direction and then jerked back in a mixture of shock and fear, her entire body tense. She had likely expected him to be unconscious and was startled to discover that wasn’t the case.

Madara looked her over quickly, his eyes widening when he registered that he knew her.

Red slanted eyes, moon-pale skin, white hair, three lines cutting across a familiar, if horribly swollen face.

These features could belong to one person and one person only.

“Senju?” He couldn’t help but blurt out, surprise making his voice raise in pitch.

“U-uchiha?” Tobirama – and it had to be Tobirama, no doubt about it – asked before h—before she moved away in clear panic, all but huddling into the far corner of the cell.

 It was an instinctive thing to look down and take stock of what she was wearing. Just like him, she had been stripped down to her underwear, the only garments protecting her modesty the chest wrappings and a pair of pants in the traditional shinobi cut. Other than that, she was basically naked. In fact, he could clearly see the outline of her breasts, which only further confirmed in his mind that he had been very mistaken about her gender up until now.

It was at this point that he realised what he was doing and his eyes snapped back up to Tobirama’s face as if he had been burnt.

Dear lord of fire, if his mother was still alive and learnt he had just ogled someone so blatantly and completely against their will, she would have talked both of his ears right off!

“My apologies,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to— I was just surprised.”

“Surprised?” Tobirama repeated after him before asking, “Surprised by what?”

Having no clue how to explain it without sounding like a boor or an idiot, or both, he just waved vaguely in her direction, hoping she would somehow understand what he meant. 

For a moment it seemed she didn’t, though that was likely because she was momentarily distracted by the fact his hands weren’t bound. She stared at them for a good few seconds as if she was trying to gauge whether he would attack her – which was fair and perfectly understandable – before she finally looked at him.

“You thought I was a man, didn’t you?” She asked. Her tone told him in no uncertain terms what exactly she thought about that.

“That was my general assumption, yes.”

Tobirama groaned in obvious annoyance, her hesitance and fear apparently forgotten for the time being. “What is it with everyone thinking that just because I choose to wear pants it means I must be a man? Or is it the fact I’m tall, since obviously all women must be short, don’t they?”

“Er, I don’t think that’s—”

“That’s exactly what it is! You’re not thinking!” She continued undaunted, her voice raising in volume. “I have tits, for fuck’s sake! They are right here!”

Madara very valiantly avoided looking down to where he suspected she was pointing and instead focused trying not to say something stupid or, gods forbid, laugh. He had a good idea of what Tobirama’s reaction would be to either of those things. Even if he found her burst of temper endearing, he didn’t wish to provoke her further. She seemed angry enough as is. On top of that, if she continued making a racket, there was a high chance their captors would come back to check what was going on and who knew how they would react if they found Tobirama in this state or how Tobirama would react to their presence.

With that in mind, Madara slowly raised his hands to chest level, palms open and facing Tobirama. “Senju-san,” he said as calmly and soothingly as he could manage. “While I, um, understand your displeasure with the, er, situation, perhaps it would be better not to draw undue attention to ourselves? I do apologise for—”

“I don’t need your fucking apology!” Tobirama screamed. Now her voice held a note of hysterics. “And I’m not afraid of these fuckers! They chopped off all of my hair! Look at it!” Here she gestured to her head, bringing Madara’s attention to the fact the white strands did look very uneven. There were some longer pieces handing past Tobirama’s collarbones and it was also clearly much shorter in the back. All in all, it looked terrible. “I, I spent the last three years t-trying to— It only just grew back! And they cut it all off… Just like that. Like, like it didn’t matter!”

She broke off into a sob, making Madara acutely aware that the burst of anger was not so much a show of bravery or recklessness, but rather a response to stress triggered by overwhelming panic and that fear he had seen so clearly in her face when she had first recognised him. 

Before he could think better about what he was about to do, he moved in her direction, intent on doing something, anything really, to make her stop, because watching her cry like this was unbearable. Her entire frame was shaking as she tried desperately to catch her breath in-between sobs and there was something absolutely wrong about the way she huddled in that little corner, squeezing herself against the wall to make herself seem as small as humanly possible.

"Senju— Tobirama-san, I—"

She froze at the sound of his voice. When she looked at him, everything about that single look said she was absolutely terrified. "N-no," she whimpered. "P-please, please don't— please."

Though Madara had always known he scared people, he had never been confronted by it in this way. Being faced with the reality that his mere presence could scare someone to the point they were begging him to stay away when he was just trying to help was sickening and made his stomach turn uncomfortably. 

He had always been proud of his strength and sometimes even boasted about it. He knew that he was likely one of the strongest shinobi in the Land of Fire. There was no denying that. Right now though that same power he used to protect and provide for his clan made him feel like some kind of a monster and he couldn't blame Tobirama for this even if some part of him wanted to. 

Even if they had never faced each other in combat, they were still enemies on the opposite sides of a generations' old conflict. To expect Tobirama to trust him in any way when she was bound, most likely deprived of chakra, and injured, nevermind stuck in a small enclosed space with him, was ridiculous. She had absolutely no reason to do that.

Madara understood it. Yes, it was just a bitter pill to swallow to see someone look at you as if they expect the absolute worst from you, but he did get it.

After all, the Uchiha clan despised the White Oni and didn't exactly make a secret out of it. The stories about how the Senju as a whole were the scum of this earth and therefore didn't deserve to live only made things worse.

And if that wasn't enough on its own, Izuna took it as a personal affront that Tobirama could actually fight him on an even footing and often match him blow for blow even though she had no kekkei genkai to back her up. Madara was certain his brother's hubris played a significant role in why Izuna just couldn't accept the fact Tobirama might be his equal in anything and why any time the Senju managed to push back or even beat him at this game Izuna had always thought himself the absolute master of, it fueled his hate to the point he would rant for hours about all the ways in which he would "make the demon pay".

Though Madara had only heard about their fights and never witnessed them, his attention focused entirely on Hashirama once they entered the battlefield, he knew enough from Izuna's stories to gather that his brother played dirty more often than not, to the point where it toed the line of being too much. They had even argued about one particular instance where Izuna had used the death of Tobirama's brother, Itama, against her, weaving what he knew of it into one of the nastiest genjutsu Madara has ever heard of.

Knowing all of this, it was no wonder Tobirama would recoil from him or think he would sooner hurt her more than offer a helping hand.

[donotpercieveme123]

Anyway lesbian tobiizu my beloved

[ellorypurebloodculture]

FSF

Fem Tobirama Senju (Courting)

Hope you take some time for tea

💛💛💛

Senju Tobirama drags the bloodline thieves behind her by her chakra latched into the blood in their veins; her mastery of Suiton is unparalleled--they will never be able to escape, not until she deigns to release them.

This is not, perhaps, a common and socially acceptable way of courting--yet, Tobirama has overseen many of her Summons acquire mates over the years by capturing desirable prey and bringing it, so why should she not follow an example that has proven successful for warriors as powerful as her large cat Summons?

Tobirama tracks Lord Uchiha Madara's inferno of chakra and then throws the bloodline thieves across the boundary between their territories, so they land, bruised and begging, at his feet; Madara stares at them like a predator about to eviscerate prey, and then turns Sharingan-bright eyes on her with sharp calculation in their depths which rapidly turns into smug self-satisfaction and a biting sort of desire.

"I want at least four cubs, Lord Uchiha," Tobirama states so that he knows her expectations at the beginning.

Somehow, his self-satisfaction deepens and he answers in a throaty purr, "I will give you more than four, Lady Tobirama."

[silverutahraptor]

Asian Drama Tropes 2024—April

For the @asian-drama-tropes event 2024. I’ll be publishing one true drabble (100 words exactly) per month for the event :)

April | Prompt: pressure point activation

Izuna’s senbon slides in seamlessly, and Tobirama‘s arms drop to his side as dead weight. Before the man can react, her second needle paralyses his legs. “I’d be a fool to have your hands in range of me otherwise,” she explains as she catches his body and lowers him to the ground. “Oh, whoops.” A hasty third needle stops whatever Tobirama is trying to do with his chakra. She smiles sharply and starts pulling aside pieces of his armour to bare his chest. “Now, about that poison…” Ridiculous. To think that someone else thought to kill her rival! Absolutely not.

[yogurt-bee]

I miss summer.

[yimena-joy]

My Reina! 🛐