tags *ೃ༄ reader is blind, comfort, fluff, descriptions of a panic attack near the end
summary *ೃ༄ tobirama comforts you when you're overwhelmed.
note *ೃ༄ writing this was fun :)
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.
WARNINGS: KIDNAPPING, CAPTIVITY, YANDERE, MANIPULATION, THE USUAL IDK ITS BEEN A WHILE.
Tobirama doesn't ponder on the morals of things often.
He doesn't hesitate when it comes to duty. He didn't hesitate when it came to suggesting to exterminate the Uchiha clan, why should he hesitate when it comes to keeping you all for himself?
The world is a cruel and chaotic place, with no room for a thing such as small or as tender as you are, as he percieves you as. The world, with its malice and its sharp claws, would take you and tear you apart, spitting you back dry and hollow, with nothing left to offer. And Tobirama, he has a duty to prevent that.
But he is himself, and you are your own. And he can understand, to a certain extent, why you cry all the time when he's near.
And underneath what little empathy he may hold, there is also contempt; amusement, even.
"I’m not a monster or anything, but you’re so cute I could eat you up." He says, gripping your chin with a gentle hand, Spoken casually, like he's discussing the weather and not that you're trembling and tied up. Trapped. "Can you really blame me when you tear up so prettily?"
You don't answer, only hiccuping and crying more. The thought of not only being captured, but also tortured in the way of cannibalism plagues your mind in all the worst possible ways. Another stream of tears leaves your already glossy eyes. Tobirama doesn't like to admit it, but the way you look oh so pathetic underneath him stirs something within him, awakens something that shouldn't be awaken by such a thing as crying.
"Blame me then," He speaks again. "But nothing will change. And you will never leave. I cannot allow that," He forces you to look him in the eye, a vengeful red. The eyes of a man who without a doubt, is willing to do unspeakable things just to keep you by his side. "I have a duty to keep you safe. To keep you mine, all mine." He almost snarls, and you sob once more. This time, he allows you the grace of hiding your face between his chest. Whimpers swallowed and muffled by his clothes.
"And you must learn quickly, my dear, that no amount of tears will change that."
whew, first fic after my three month long hiatus. I hope it isn't too atrocious.
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.”
tags: fluff, minors dni, reader is shorter than tobirama and is described as such, fem reader, this is very self indulgent sorry, kissing, sorta of cuddling, sitting in his lap, reader has hair that can be touched, tobirama’s kinda clingy when in love lol. @cyancherub @hanmas - some tobirama to keep you guys afloat as i write the fuller tobirama fic <3 1.5k words
synopsis: tobirama tries his utmost to milk as much affection from you in your time together.
sorry for being crazy but i am once again having thoughts of tobirama and how much he enjoys being bigger than you, being stronger than you good god - he likes standing behind you, walking behind you; how you have to turn and crane your head to look at him makes his stony face smile, lips tugging upward and his eyes crinkle. you visit him in the early noon, coming to his office so he can have at least one break. you’ve brought him lunch, which isn’t unusual as you’ve decided that you have had enough of him paying for shared meals. neatly packed in a bento box - fish, rice, mushrooms and other vegetables line the corners of the box and he smiles at your efforts.
when he bites the fish he blinks at the flavor; it’s light and fresh, you probably got up early to head to the fish market for the first catch. he casts a glance your way, sitting next to you he towers and takes up more of the couch in the office than you do. you take small bites, gently taking the flesh of the fish into your mouth by your teeth and he’s enamored by the delicate motions in which your traverse the world in. a strand of your hair falls, blocking his view of the happy look on your face from eating delicious food so without second thought, with rational thinking he reached over and tucked the strand back.
you look up at him with innocent eyes, his palm - warm and pale rests at your cheek as he smooths his hand to hold your plush skin in the worn, scarred skin of his hand. his thumb rubs into the high bone of your cheek and Tobirama looks at you with such softness you are helpless at how your cheeks warm. blinking up at him you ask,
“is something wrong tobirama? is the food bad?” with a tilt of your head (or rather as good as you can tilt it in his grasp, he tries to ignore the heat that ignites within him at how ease it is to keep you in place) he takes in the sound of your voice, it feels him with the memories of happier times - of when he was a child and hashirama taught him how to turn a blade of grass into a whistle. he blinks slowly, the way cats do to show affection before he chuckles softly at you.
“no, the food is wonderful, thank you for bringing it to me. it’s just…” he trails off, swallowing when he looks at you once again - takes in how your eyelashes frame your eyes, the softness of your skin and the fullness of your lips. rarely does tobirama allow himself to feel such lavish emotions, his heart hardened by the tragedies of his youth but here, in the office of the village that promises better he allows himself to find home in the heart you had opened with just a smile.
“you look very beautiful today. i couldn’t help but stare.”
he chuckles again when he feels the skin under his thumb warm from his words - you even hide your face, bring your sleeve covered hand to hide behind and are unable to meet his gaze. it amuses him, you are honest person through and through - do you really think such a simple action would spare you from his affections? he reaches over and takes your hand in his ; humming at the difference in size and in softness. he folds his fingers under yours, thumb resting above your knuckles of your fingers and brings your hand to his lips. softly he pressed a kiss to the knuckles looking at you from over the crest of your hand.
“why do you deny my affections? do you think you could hide from me to easily?” he asks and you know he is teasing, amusement dances in the red of his eyes and you helplessly stammer lost in the crimson of his gaze. slowly, to tease you more, he raises your hand higher as he lets go of your fingers and lets your sleeve fall down - exposing the underside of your wrist and presses another kiss to spot where the veins cross and the pulse can be felt. you bristle and flinch at the action, flustered and shy as you gasp softly from his ministrations.
“s-stop that, it tickles me.” you plead, unconvincing and voice high.
“really? i’ll do well to remember that.” he hums, eyes crinkling in amusement at how simple it was to reduce you to this state, eyes wide and shining with your shoulders raised to your ears as you avoid his gaze. he leans in, broad shoulders and chest barricading you to the arm of the sofa furthest from the door, and you hunch further in as if to disappear into yourself. the food is forgotten, he finds that something sweeter needs his attention.
he smells of the cypress tree and the air tastes of spring water when he is near, his arm rests on the back of the sofa and you squeak when he bumps heads with you. breathlessly you laugh, joy cutting through your fluster like a knife, ‘he’s like a cat’.
“what is so amusing?” he asks, pressing another kiss to your warm cheeks, his own pulling back as he smiles softly at the chime of your laughter.
“you’re like a cat, the way you bumped heads with me.” you say, smiling shyly and your eyes gazing at his collarbones; you can’t meet his gaze when he’s like this, it’s too much for your delicate heart. he hums thoroughly entertained and enamored you, he cocks his head and smirks looking at you with lidded eyes. the ticking of the clock in the room lets him know his time with you is nearing its end so he decides to play a quick game before you leave.
“give me a kiss.” he says and you peak behind him, at the door craning your head over his shoulders and he tries to ignore the heat in his spine when he sees how much you stretch to get a good look. when you see no one, you turn back to him your smile aglow as lean close to him, he can smell of tea, citrus and the home you two share.
“don’t worry, i’d know if someone was at the door.” he reassures, his hand coming to rest at the slope of you waist. you stiffen, the heat of his palm burning through the yukata you wear and you flush of the intimate touch. your hands reach and rest on the panels of his face, thumbs rubbing the hollow of his cheeks right underneath the thin red markings that decorate his handsome face. you pressed your lips to his, a soft and delicate kiss and tobirama sighs into it.
he brings his other hand to your waist, effortlessly handling you to sit in his lap and he greedily swallows the squeak you let out in return. you pull away, hand on your chest and covering your mouth as he grins slightly you, now sitting on his lap. his thighs are sturdy and strong beneath you, stable even when under your weight and you try to not let your thoughts run wild. he chuckles as your modesty, his thumbs rub circles in the material that covers your hips.
“tobirama! what if someone walked it?” you scold, voice high from the embarrassment.
“then i would have known, sweet girl.” was his response, ever the smart ass. you pout at him and move to get up however tobirama easily keeps you in rightful spot, situated on his lap. his hands almost cover the circumference of your hips, fingers sinking in the plush of your soft skin. he leans to press his forehead to your chest and you sigh contently.
most people would assume senju tobirama to be a cold lover but that’s the furthest thing from the truth, he enjoys being preened and taken care of like a tomcat and enjoys resting against you even more. you let your hand run though his hair, giving him peace for a few moments as the clock hits the hour.
“i need to go now” you whisper, and he nods but doesn’t let go. not yet, not when you are soft and warm and sweet and everything he wants in this moment. you coo, pressing a kiss to his brow and he looks at you with gentle eyes.
“you’ll have me tonight.” you say but it’s a promise and tobirama knows, so he let’s you go and take your bento as you straighten yourself up. he moves to side so you walk in front of him and he keeps his eyes trained on to your smaller frame until you meet the door. you smile at him, reaching on your toes to kiss him and he meets you halfway, his hand gently caressing your hair as he pulls back.
“i’ll have you when i’m home.” he repeats.
you smile and nod. the door closes and tobirama, the man who dedicates every waking moment to work, desperately wishes for the day to end.
AN: Writer's block is still strong, but I tried to force myself and wrote this little something.
Enjoy~
It was already late at night when a certain white haired Senju made his way out of the office, hoping to forget about his burdens at least during the short walk to his simple house, where he’d bury himself in numerous studies again. For many, Tobirama Senju seemed unapproachable; with his sharp, scarlet eyes that hold the remiscence of the bloodshed and fights, booming voice that could be heard from miles away, and always looking as if he was about to scold someone; and true, the man was not the most empathetic. Even his brother, the God of shinobi thought his presence was intimidating, yet he trusted the younger Senju with diplomatic decisions, which was gruelling for Tobirama, but he didn’t complain; “It has to be done” was his daily mantra.
Everyone- including himself- believed he’d die alone in a cruel battle, leaving no one behind to grieve after him, aside his brother and his family. That however changed when he’d met Y/n, an intelligent, beautiful, brave female, who came from the Land of Fire as well, her intellect immediately charmed the usually stoic man, her laughter tinkled in his ear, like it was the most beautiful melody ever written, her words were poetry, and his heart was hers. Although, said man –despite his smart nature- was uncertain when it came to the battlefield of love. “Would she feel the same way?” “It’s useless, I don’t even have time for love.” thoughts like these were running in circles in the depth of the white Senju’s mind, making the already irritated man even more irked, and it showed. Words cut deeper than a kunai, suddenly everyone around him was dumb and people tried to avoid him, waiting the storm of his emotions to go away...it was in vain.
-Tobirama, you need to be a bit more...considerate. –Sighed Hashirama upon spotting yet another crying helper of his brother. –You can’t just hurt people like that.
The younger brother’s response was a mere “hmpf” along with some inaudible grunting. The piles just grew by the minute, and it seemed like the cautiously built village’s cases buried Tobirama Senju; hundreds of people knocked on the door of his office, wanting solutions for their problems. Hashirama tried to counsel, but it seemed a bit too much; he kind of understood why his brother was so scrounchy and always snapped at people.
-You need an assistant!
-I don’t.
-You do. Maybe ask Y/n; she’s very smart and somehow keeps up with your attitude.
-What’s wrong with my attitude?
“Everything.” Thought Hashirama, but never dared to say it out loud.
Finally convinced, the white haired Senju decided to ask for help, and Y/n being the sweetheart she was, gladly accepted the assistant position the grumpy man offered, spending hours and hours with the new residents, helping them finding a place where they could settle; constantly checking on the new school building; basically being the right hand of Tobirama. After finishing her tasks, she went back to the office, brainstorming with the younger Senju, debating on different ideas, suggesting changes and such.
These debates usually lead to another late night, where they could hardly keep their eyes open, but somehow, enjoying each other’s presence was more important than getting an eight hours of proper sleep. Tobirama always asked if he could walk her home, the woman kindly denied, saying he needs to rest as well, plus, her home is not that far; not even thinking that her so called “boss” was trying to spend more time with her, as each and every minute was too precious to let it go waste.
-Good night Tobirama! –Her voice was heavy with tiredness and sleepiness; Tobirama just wanted to embrace her and protect her from this mess of a world.
-Good night Y/n.
The walk was short...just a kilometre, a pleasurable stroll in the late night, where the gentle breeze never ceased to caress his face, easing the stress. He walked past a small river, a bird was drinking from it; the crescent moon’s reflection seemed so bright. Finally it was quiet; if only he could shut his brain as well...
The house was eerily quiet, not a sound was heard, Hashirama made sure the wooden floor was not squeaky –Tobirama’s request (demand)- everything was in its place. He walked in his study, where scrolls and papers were about to create a beautiful mess that only he could understand.
“I disagree” Her voice, that tempting melody was still in his mind.
-Focus! –He hold his head in his hands like his mind was about to escape. “But I can’t.” A deep sigh left his lips...so it’ll be yet another sleepless night: work has to be done, studies need to be checked, and he can’t just ignore his own experiments! With a yawn he walked into the kitchen where he hesitated about his choice of tea, but settled with ginger and mint. For a man like him, he sure possessed a vast knowledge on different type of herbs and their effects on the human body.
“Y/n mentioned some herb mixture...”He groaned; the hot water burnt his tongue, and his mind was revolving exclusively around Y/n.
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Sunrise caught Tobirama in a deep slumber, his head rested on some scrolls, as the warm rays reached his skin, a sudden knock alerted him.
He rushed to the door, where a sleepy eyed Y/n was waiting for him.
-Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t...want to disturb you. It’s just... –She seemed embarrassed for waking up the notoriously grumpy Senju.
-I know. I told you to meet me now. I’m sorry, I might have fallen asleep too late.
-If you need time, I can go.
He suddenly grabbed her arm, dragging her to the kitchen with a sleepy expression decorating his face. Tobirama’s mind was too sleepy to work properly, so he just did what he wanted to.
-Let’s have a breakfast first. What would you like to eat? –He asked, voice still heavy.
-Anything would be fine by me. –Tobirama glanced at Y/n, who tried to hide her face by looking down. That’s when he snapped out of his early morning confusion.
“Do I make her uncomfortable?”
It clearly seemed so. The woman was still looking down, her voice was quiet, like she was a tiny mouse in a giant lion’s cave, up until she noticed the tea Tobirama was drinking. Her eyes were holding a bit of satisfaction and pride along with...care. He noticed it too and used the moment to initiate a conversation.
-You recommended ginger and mint to help me concentrate, I tried it.
-And you fell asleep. –She chuckled.
The crushing atmosphere disappeared, Y/n started to bubble, drinking her beverage, discussing things with the white haired man, whose lips curled into a small smile, that made Y/n hide her face again.
It was already 8 am when they decided to go to work and left the house with a huge smile on their face.
Treacherous | Tobirama x Reader | series masterlist
Synopsis: A beautiful love, a once in a lifetime love, a love he would give to his brother because love is a weakness he can't afford.
Characters: Tobirama x Reader, Hashirama x Reader.
A/N: shoutout to @anchy-bananchy for the gif and the pairing that inspired this series.
Completed 💙
Part 1 : "love was more so a weakness, a liability, too much of a risk to be worth it."
Part 2: "He doesn’t want to risk the idea of the two of you being civil or friends because it’s not worth the risk when he remembers he wants more than that."
Part 3: "But the king doesn't save the princess, the knight does."
Part 4: "He thinks about it often, his first thought when he wakes up and his last thought before he falls asleep is a dream filled with regret."
Part 5: “Loving Tobirama was beautiful in the most tragic sense of the word.”
hii! may i request some headcanons with hashirama and madara with the little reader thing? i thought it was absolutely adorable :)
Aww this is so cute that I decided to put Tobirama in here too! Definitely want to write more of this fluff.🍄🥺
Warnings: reader is a little, fluff, mentions of spanking, SFW
Parings: Reader x founders
Hashirama
Very soft and delicate with you!
Thinks you’re absolutely adorable, in your cute little fits.
Loves spoiling you and has never really said no to you…unless you’re eating too much candy. He once had to take you to get your tooth filled and also constantly has to do deal with you and your tummy aches and sugar crashes, so it’s always a no when it comes to sugar.
Hates to see you upset, so when your arms are crossed and you’re not leaning in to him on the couch, he pulls you to him and starts tickling you until you’re laughing uncontrollably.
“Please stop!”, you squeal in laughter, trying and failing to get out of his hold. “Only if you smile for me”, he replies chuckling, your loud squeals only making his heart leap with joy. He’s so happy to have his princess to cuddle with every night.
Compliments all your work. When you cook, paint, clean up, finish up on some of your work, he’s always there to tell you he’s proud of how good you are.
Loves to sit with you between his legs, watching whatever you’re doing and pretending to pay attention so you don’t get upset.
Loves it when you try to bother him for fun or just because you’re angry at him, he takes one step forward and your cute little ass is running away. He’s naturally faster than you, so you don’t get very far and by the time he snatches you into your arms, he’s cracking you up with raspberries on your neck.
Takes you everywhere with him if you have the time and you get to hold his hand whenever you want, and also sit in his lap when you’re hanging outside the house.
Madara always scolds him for entertaining you when you’re throwing tantrums.
“Princess what’s the matter now?”, he says softly, watching you knocking things off of everything as you drag your feet out of his office. But when you don’t respond, that’s when he stands up and comes after you. “I miss you”, you whine, dropping your shoulders and pouting to him. He leans down as he massages your shoulders, slowly pushing you upright. “Ahh so is this little act because I’m not in bed with you?”, he asks, lifting your chin up to look at him. You nod your head in response, wrapping your arms around him and holding on tight. “Come on hun, you need to go to sleep”, he tells you, gently pushing you off of him, but you resist him as you intertwine your fingers together. “Stop. You’re being ridiculous. Go to sleep and I’ll come join you as soon as I’m done working please princess”, he says, scooping you up and throwing you over his chest, carrying you back to the bedroom again.
“Stay baby”, he tells you. “Okay?”. “Fine…just don’t take too long, you also need to rest, you’ve been working crazy hours lately”, you worry, holding onto his thumb while he quickly ticks you in. “Yes hun, I’ll be back soon, now go to sleep. Last warning”, he says before he’s off to pick up the stuff your dropped.
You’re really not that difficult with him but you do have your days when you’re just don’t want to listen, and he’s not the best at reprimanding you.
You do get extra love and cuddles from him during his downtime. He also loves holding you tight when he’s asleep. You’re so soft in his arms, and he likes to snuggle into you in the middle of the night, trapping you close to him as he wraps his arms and legs around you. There’s no sleep better than sleeping with you. You smell so good and you’re so warm. And when you run your hands along his back it really soothes him more than you think.
Takes your nap times with you because you asked you to. But this is only if he has time. He doesn’t sleep but he just lays there while you sleep ontop of him. He’ll fall asleep every once in a while when he’s been working crazy but he tries his best to be there for all your naps.
Sometimes tells you stories of his mission and acts it out with your stuffies until you’re asleep. His stories are kind of funny. He loves hearing your giggles.
Madara
He’s very strict with you and you’re always sorry when he gets you for misbehaving, but you’ve got guts.
You love to test his patience and laugh at him when he gets mad. Since you wanna laugh he’s going to hold your arms down and tickle you to pieces.
Doesn’t tolerate any of that whining or those tantrums like Hashirama.
If you make a mess while you’re upset he’s going to give you one hard smack on your ass and then tell you to clean it up.
He’s makes you cry sometimes but he picks you up when he upsets you, and you wrap your legs and arms around him. He rubs your back and plants little kisses on your face and neck to soothe you, softly bouncing you in his arms until you’ve hushed.
You’re tears are your winning card and he knows that it’s his weakness but after a few minutes of cuddles and kiss he’s sending you to go clean up your mess.
When you’re going out and about it’s a clear rule that you hold his hand. It doesn’t matter who’s watching or where you are. Your hand must always stay in his.
Loves taking his night time showers with you. It makes him happy when you wash his body and wash his thick hair for him. He loves that you love to spoil him yourself. Especially at night.
He’s very playful with you though, loves playing around when the two of you are working on a project. Whether you’re organizing your stuffies or trying to get your work done, he’s there to seriously help you.
Really wants you to take a nap during the day. Especially on your super busy days, he likes to sit you on his lap or maybe run home with you for a good three hours to get you to nap and maybe if there’s enough time he’ll make you a snack for when you wake up, and watch some tv or read a book with you for your post nap cuddles.
He will cuddle with you and talk with you until you fall asleep before he gets up and leaves you when he knows you’re asleep for sure.
At night bedtime is bedtime. He’s really sweet when it comes to the bedtime routine but he won’t hesitate to punish you when you’re not listening.
He usually only “punishes” you for really bad things, like when you accidentally spill his tea over when you’re throwing a fit. Punishments usually involve time outs and light spankings. If he’s been too mean and upsets you, he’s putting you in his arms until you’re done crying. Then it’s straight to bed.
Tobirama
He’s so proud of having you in his life, and very happy about it too. Very protective of you and also very strict.
He’s doesn’t play around with you when he tells you to do or ask something of you.
Hold hands at all times when outside the house please. Will scold you for letting go and wandering off on your own before giving you a soft forehead kiss and a hug to comfort you before he holds your hand again and it’s time to go to the next thing.
Bedtime is bedtime. Please don’t stress him out. He really doesn’t like having to repeat himself and it’s definitely not rare that he spanks you out of pure punishment. Usually smacks your thighs for the serious punishment because that’s where you’re most sensitive.
Punishments suck for you and he always ends up picking you up while he’s going about his business if you’re really mad at him.
When he puts you in bed he usually slides right in and falls asleep with you in his arms.
Doesn’t like you being too independent when he’s home. He loves being the one to take care of you with everything you need. At night he runs a bath for you and rolls his sleeves up to give you a good scrub before he dries you up and moisturizes you before it’s bedtime.
Feed yourself.
He doesn’t like seeing you pout. “Uh uh baby”, he scolds whenever he catches you.
“I think it’s time for your nap”, he likes to say when you’re doing too much and doesn’t play games with putting you down. You usually fall asleep immediately so he doesn’t have a hard time with that but he’s not napping with you. He’s doesn’t do naps.
Loves laying his head in your lap when you play with your stuffies, watching you do your thing during his downtime.
The thing about Tobirama is that he lets you play with his hair and paint his nails often. The only rule is no colour expect for dark blue and you fix his hair again when he has to leave for work.
Prepares you your snacks if you’re spending the day at home together. But he really loves it when you cook dinner.
Doesn’t tolerate tantrums or whining. If you make a mess you’re cleaning that shit up. Don’t play with him. And you’re not getting any hugs or kisses until you’re completely done. One days that you’re being especially grumpy he puts you to bed early. So it’s safe to say that you’re usually pretty unproblematic for the most part during your little space time.
