#madamito

All the heart day art <3

they're so cool honestly

pose based on this:

A what ifs Madara confessed his feelings to her. Also some headcanon backstory👀

They've shared a nest before. Once, whilst Madara had been too tired to leave for his own home and too drunk to refuse the offer of staying with them. With Izuna gone on a mission, he didn't have any reason to go back at such late hours.

Madara would like to say that they cajoled him into it, yet he couldn't be sure. He didn't remember the getting to the nest part of that night. Only the moments before: when Hashirama offered him the invitation and Mito, at his own insistence, assured him he was welcome. Only the moments after: at dawn, when he had woken in between the two, with limbs entangled and scents mingling into something he still caught whiffs of to this day.

Madara did not let it happen again.

Sometimes, he felt the phantom warmth of their touch on his skin, felt their silk-like hair against his face and smelled their scents, light and warm — content. The wood and sage from Hashirama and the blackcurrant and rose of Mito. His own smoke and leather.

It was too... intimate. For him. He knew they shared nests with Tobirama, had been present when they offered them both places at their sides. Tobirama had agreed where he had refused. Izuna followed his lead on it, would not go unless he was also there.

Madara knew it meant nothing to them. Knew it was simply friendliness. The Senju were... loose with these things. There did not seem to be great importance in sharing cycles or nests, not like the Uchiha. For them it was, convenience.

For Madara...

By contrast, Mito's betrothal had been sacrilege. [...] She is, simply, too young to be an Uzumaki mother.

Mito? Absolutely worshipped by Madara. He adores her and gives her exactly what she needs. He understands when she needs quiet, and when she needs to be reminded that someone sees her for who she is.

Tobirama? Madara gives him mind-blowing head, completely rewires his brain and leaves him dazed and wondering what the hell just happened every time.

Hashirama himself? Madara is obsessed with him in every way and will do whatever it takes to make sure Hashirama knows it.

Hashirama and Mito know that Madara is their mistress, but it's a fun little secret. When one of them comes back flustered and smelling like Madara they do not acknowledge it, but they're both internally winking at each other.

Tobirama is suspicious but oblivious to the fact that him and Madara aren't exclusive transgressive frotting buddies.