coire-non (AortaArgent)
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Kinktober Day 30. Gloves – “These boots are made for walking...” – Foot fetish
“Cosy,” he comments, and squirms back into the dark cave. It’s already considerably warmer than the elements outside on the rock face, and he shoulders off his heavy, snow-crusted cloak before he can bring meltwater in.
Tobirama clearly intends to stay here until the blizzard passes. The far side of their stone den is piled in winter furs, draped up against the ledge of smooth rock. He’s built them a low firepit of sand from a pouch in a circle of stones, and their waterskin is propped up under the quiet trickling stream. It lies steadily filling, supple leather growing fat.
The only pieces of clothing he’s removed so far are his hood and face coverings - he turns to Madara as soon as he enters, and presses his cold nose into Madara’s neck to sniff him deeply. And, maybe, to warm up his frozen face.
(A continuation of firelight, in which Madara and Tobirama take on a diplomatic mission at the unluckiest time of year.)
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- Part 10 of Kinktober 2025 - MDTB Edition
- Part 2 of in times of peace
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Kinktober Day 9 - “What a pretty mouth you’ve got.” – Oral fixation – O-ring gag
Ten years ago, he finished his criminology degree, dabbled in about two months of psychology, and promptly found himself a job where he could literally smack sense into very satisfied customers who’d pay him for the privilege. Almost two years ago, he decided to work in a dedicated club instead of taking private clients. The vetting’s half-done before he even sees a name, and the shared space offers a certain degree of security and style. It also offers people who he never would have knowingly taken on as a submissive - one of whom is now apparently his, exclusively.
“Would you please deal with him,” Hikaku mutters. The gauzy curtains that hang throughout the club are a fire hazard if he’s ever seen one. They do, however, provide enough privacy that Tobirama hasn’t noticed him sitting at the other end of the bar yet.
“Just kick him out if he’s breaking rules.”
Hikaku hesitates. “Well…it's not that -”
The other bartender pulls a face. “He’s just…an ass.”
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- Part 9 of Kinktober 2025 - MDTB Edition
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Kinktober Day 6. Branding – Affectionate Cruelty – Scar fetish
“I can help you.” His voice has dropped low and crooning; he almost lulls himself. “You hate that mark so awfully, don’t you?”
Tobirama lifts his chin, and glares.
“A man wouldn’t brand an ox as deeply as they did to you. They wanted you to know you would be their slave for the rest of your life, didn’t they? To feel it. I wonder how you haven’t cut it out of your skin already.”
When Tobirama’s jaw flexes and his throat bobs, Madara moves in closer. Slow, like a performer’s high geta sliding one by one. Like a predator in the night.
“Did they punish you when you tried?”
“Get out of my home,” Tobirama rasps. His breath smells like alcohol. He wouldn’t have drunk so much if he didn’t expect more than Madara taking a look and walking away.
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- Part 8 of Kinktober 2025 - MDTB Edition
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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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Kinktober Day 15 - Somnophilia – Sweet dreams – Incubus/succubus
Sleeplessness can be the downfall of a strong man.
Madara is strong; and still he suffers a bone-deep exhaustion. He’s sought healers and salesmen and folk remedies, but has found no relief in tonics and charms and bundles of burning herbs. Alcohol can make his passing sleep deeper, but still he wakes wretched and sick in the deep of the night, eyes burning and his head pounding in the sun. His vision fogs around the edges and his mind becomes slower, heavier, his thoughts moving through murk that threatens to drown him.
He knows of many kinds of yokai, from yuki-onna to amanojaku - and while it’s hard to tell which this creature might be more similar to, he can make his assumptions. This pretty yokai would stalk him and seduce him, feed itself on his chakra rather than blood or flesh…and all the tales he knows of such creatures tell of the deep, dreamless slumber their victims enjoy.
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- Part 6 of Kinktober 2025 - MDTB Edition