#legendary three sannin

[consideredahazard]

Remember that time when the three-way deadlock was foreshadowed by a slot machine? Shizune is all like "You won, Lady Tsunade! You actually won!" and Tsunade is all like "......fuck"

[fireproofphoenix]

Kakashi in his first lesson with Sasuke: *holds out a blunt the size of a baby's arm* First off smoke this and calm tf down kid.

Jiraiya in his first real lesson with Naruto: *holds out a violently colored frog* So...you're gonna have to lick this.

Tsunade in her first lesson with Sakura: Kill on sight and be ethical with your use of drugs.

[thermodynamic-comedian]

it's still so crazy to me how the sannin fit together like a puzzle. separate, they read as three very different and utterly independent characters, but then you see them all together and it's like a gear snapping into place. the snail, the toad, the snake. these motifs that are directly referencing an old japanese iteration of rock, paper, scissors, that we see all three of them exhibit individually, but when we see them together, those motifs are put into a new context. snails and toads and snakes all make sense as seperate things, but still come together to form this old game where they're all equals. the three-way deadlock, the legendary sannin. three pieces of a puzzle coming together to form a more full picture, and even when they made sense on their own, you still feel like you understand it all a bit better after seeing them together.

[holly-natnicole]

I love these 3

absolute dorks!!

(Haruno Sakura, Uzumaki Naruto, & Uchiha Sasuke; the last kid is sitting.)

[bubblewhale]

Just rewatched tsunade becoming hokage arc...

I forgot that narutos necklace was hers/hashirama heirloom. So symbolic and heartwarming. The point of her betting on naruto becoming hokage one day and deciding to protect konoha and him from then on, because she wants to protect people (or spirits of people) she loves.

Also, naruto finally masters rasengan because of her bet/his fight with kabuto. Epic stuff right there, and it's so cool to see it happening for the first time comming back from shippuden where naruto is so op.

So much characterization for tsunade, shizune, kabuto, orochimaru, jirayia, naruto and minato also! Tsunade mentiones to jirayia how naruto is worst than his last student and the rasengan being minatos and jirayias jutsu. Its pretty enjoyable to watch shizune and jirayia scramble trying to stop her deal with orochimaru even tho, knowing tsunade, she would never agree to something like that. Esp love how complex is tsunade-jirayia relationship. Love how wicked orochimaru is, but also, how he trusts kabuto with his life and starts his plot to take over sasukes body as tsunade refuses to heal him. Also love love love manda that later on becomes sasukes summon. Gamatatsus first summon too!

Also tsunade putting her life on the line to punch and swing orochimaru by his tounge must be in my all time most satisfying naruto moments.

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

𝕆𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖!

Day four -Witch-

The male reaches out with his pale arms and fondles her long dark brown hair. She does not resist....more she enjoys it... Every night same dream, she gasps awake from in cold sweat. Still feeling cold fingers that linger on her body. Alustriel is a witch. Born one, from the pure unbroken bloodline or as they call it a coven.

In this world, she had to hide what she was. Inquisition would have her burned if they knew what she was. And the mark of what she was, is very visible. The darkening on her hands has begun. The day she cast her first spell her finger turned black, like a burned branch covered with the blackness of the burnt and ash. She always wears gloves or carries her hands hidden in her pockets.

Till that day. She came inside one shop littered with books and stuff that no one should put on a display like that and far from it sell it so casually. But it looked more like an antique store or a junk shop. For a common person who would enter. “Good afternoon,” she said hoping to get some attention from the owner. But no response came so she wandered from shelve to shelve looking over books till she found one approved by the Inquisition? Since when did they approve of witchcraft? Descriptions of rituals to enhance the harvest were interspersed with truly serious, difficult rituals for summoning familiars and shadows, and even the dim lighting in the room did not prevent her from carefully examining the patterns of applying runic symbols, finding runes familiar to her in the small details of the pattern.

"Entertaining reading matter?" A husky voice asked

Alustriel almost jumped jerking her head towards the voice. How she didn't feel him at all? A tall, dark figure stood in the aisle behind the counter, hiding in the shadows, but the silhouette was clearly visible - the man leaned his shoulder against the doorway and, folding his arms across his chest, watched her with piqued interest. Her eyes went wide it was him, the pale man from her nightmares. And it seemed that he...how ...how did he summon her here? What is he? A warlock, demon, or witch doctor? Alchemist perhaps?

"How do you have this book? How do you hide all this from the Inquisition? Mages, witches, and elves are killed on the spot" She held his direct gaze, stubbornly for she knew well the moment she would flinch he would devour her. She was enveloped in a thick, herbal smell, and she turned, looking up at the alchemist, who turned out to be a whole head taller than her. Long pale fingers grabbed the book out of her gloved hand. A vibrating voice said: “You can take the.” “She froze, not knowing where to put her eyes because looking at his face up close was too... intimidating. -"I read it a long time ago anyway,” he grinned. For this confession alone he could have been handed over to the Inquisition.

"Show me your hands." He knew even when she never took off her gloves. For the first time in many years, Alustriel felt what it was like to have an ally. They were not friends, just allies - and even though Orochimaru needed their deal for selfish purposes---She came to his shop every day. He was wearing a robe that hid his entire figure, but she could easily imagine that underneath were long, slender legs, a narrow waist, graceful curve of shoulders: the tunic and trousers that he preferred in everyday life left no room for imagination.

And then for the first time, she realized the difference between a boy and a man. The way he held her the way he put her to lay down into the circle he made out of the goat blood. Female in a circle and male on top of her, feeding on the energy made by the peak of human pleasure. He was an incubus visiting her dreams, till he lured her to this point.

“What are you ...doing" Her words were cut off by the moan that he ripped out of her lips as she felt his wet tongue between her legs. His tongue felt impossibly long. The tongue of a dragon or it was of the snake? Orochimaru kissed her down there in the same fashion as if he would kiss her mouth. Pleasure silenced everything her compass of morality long gone when he nestled himself between her thighs and elivered first thrust. A surprised cry escaped from his mouth. So he too felt the pleasure it was not just simple energy gathering?

She raised her hand, gently running over his face, but the pleasure quickly turned into agony. In the next second, he had her pinned. A hissing sound came past his lips as he opened his mouth revealing tow sharp glistering fangs.

"Witch is only sourceable during sexual intercourse" He sank his teeth into her neck, and the cracking sound made her eyes water with tears, she was sure that he would brak her neck or eat her way through it. Searing hot pain burned through her veins...

Hot.....

It's so hot.... The heat...

"Stay Back!"

Power....

It's setting my body ablaze....

And thus the Snake's daughter was born....

(Story inspired by a thread on Discord )

(as per request tagging the creator of this challenge list @lunyraartistry)

[holly-natnicole]

Sasuke with Aoda, Naruto with Gamakichi, Sakura with Katsuyu; the Neo Legendary Sannin.

[detectivestucks]

Overnight Training

18+ content, Minors do NOT interract

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Your adopted baby brother Naruto isn't being treated fairly by his Sensei as he prepares for the third Chunin Exam. You go over to Kakashi's house to give him a piece of your mind.

Warnings: NSFW, gaslighting, spanking, slapping, fingering, oral, unprotected penetration

Word Count: 4.5k

Anon Request

The smell of Ichiraku ramen wafts through the air and into your nose like a welcome friend on your way towards the noodle shop. You see a familiar pair of legs dangling off the stool as you approach, ready and waiting for you to pay for their meal.

“Hi Naruto!”

“Hi Y/N-san!”

“How ya doin kiddo?” you say as you tousle his blonde hair. 

Though he was a royal pain in the ass, you took a liking to Naruto shortly before he enrolled in the Ninja Academy. He was loud and crazy, and terrorized the village plenty, but then one time you caught him between acts of corruption. You saw the sad orphan who just needed attention and you took it upon yourself to become a sister figure to him. You’d chase down shop owners who were rude to him, gossiping wives spreading false rumors about the boy, and yes, you went toe to toe with Iruka several times while he was at the Academy. The latter may have resulted in a brief relationship but ultimately caring for Naruto was your primary concern and Iruka couldn’t appear to be favoring the boy more than he already was. The two of you had started talking on and off now that Naruto was no longer at the Academy but now you have a new sensei to worry about. 

The infamous Kakashi Hatake, the Copy Ninja. You were less than thrilled to find out he would be responsible for your baby brother because of his reputation as being ruthless. Naruto needed a nurturer like Iruka, not a solider like Kakashi. Lord Hiruzen assured you it would be fine but you had your doubts, hence why you began checking in on Naruto more than ever. 

“I’m doing really really well! I learned all kinds of chakra control stuff and I made it through the second exam!”

“That’s wonderful!”

“But now I’m trying to learn a cool new jutsu for the third one and Kakashi-sensei is too busy with Sasuke to train me!”

“What?! He’s not helping you train!”

“No” He crosses his arms in front of him. “I’m relying on some pervy old sage guy who said he’d train me.”

Your stomach sinks knowing who he’s talking about. “His real name wouldn’t happen to be Jiraiya, would it?”

“Yeah! That’s the one! But he spends most of our time looking at girls instead of giving me directions.”

“...I bet he does.” you murmur under your breath.

“Look Naruto, Jiraiya happens to be a really great ninja. You’re lucky to have gained him as a sensei.”

“You think so?!”

“They don’t call him one of the Legendary Sannin for nothin.”

“Wow! Really?”

“Really. And while you train with him, I’ll go give your Jonin Leader a good talking to. Remind him that he has three genin he’s responsible for, two of which made it to the final round.” You say in a firm tone as you accept your bowl of ramen.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go dating him like you did with Iruka-sensei. That was embarrassing.”

The heat on your cheeks rises as you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear. “It’s not gonna be like that. Iruka is…well…sweet,” you blush “But Kakashi is such a, well…”

“A Jerk!”

“Naruto! Don’t say that about your sensei!”

“Why not? You were going to.”

“Was not!”

“Were to!”

“Just eat your ramen.” you say with a soft tap of your chopsticks on his yellow mop.

The two of you chow down before you escort Naruto back to his home. He excitedly blabbered on and on about his experience in the second chunin exam and you couldn’t feel more proud of the kid than if he were your actual biological brother.

You reach the door to his second story home and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Okay, kiddo, have a good day of training tomorrow. Learn everything you can and put your all into it like usual.”

“Will do Y/N-san!”

“Night kid.” you say with a chuckle releasing his shoulder and watching as Naruto unlocks the door.

“Night Y/N-san!” he shouts as he closes the door.

You couldn’t help but smile at the disappearing image of the world’s most adorable little punk with a heart of gold to match his spiky locks. The idea that Kakashi abandoned him right before the third chunin exam had your blood boiling.

What the hell was Kakashi’s problem? Did he have some vendetta cause Naruto housed the Nine Tails? Was he favoring Sasuke cause of unresolved feelings about his old teammate, Obito? Or was he just a wannabe Uchiha jerk who needed to be taught a lesson?

You march your way over to Kakashi’s house and bang on his door. He takes forever to answer so you knock again, feeling your temper rise. 

You hear the latch of his lock click and the sound of the knob twisting. As the door opened, you saw a shirtless Kakashi standing before you in sweats, with a towel in his hand. He had clearly been showering after a day of training with Sasuke and was in the middle of drying off when you disturbed him. 

“Oh hey, Y/N. Come in.” he says casually as he walks away from the door towards his kitchen and lowers his head to dry his hair with the towel in his hand. 

“Oh hey nothing, Kakashi! Don’t act like you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“...”

You let out a grunt of anger. Was he really that arrogant that he couldn’t have possibly done anything wrong. It just made you fume.

“You’re spending all your time training the Uchiha boy and left Naruto to fend for himself! How can you be so callous to your own team?!”

“I already told him I’m sorry. Plus what I’m trying to teach Sasuke is very complex and only someone with a sharingan can learn it.”

You stride up to him standing centimeters from his face as you glare and poke at his chest.

“Look at you all high and mighty. ‘Only someone with a sharingan can learn it.’ Bull! Naruto is swimming in chakra! He brims with potential while you’re out here playing favorites!”

Kakashi grabs the finger you were poking him with and spins you around so that your hand is pinned behind your back. He holds you firmly as he whispers dangerously in your ear, 

“I’d be careful who I’m poking that finger at, little lady.”

Your breath may have faltered a little from the change in position but you had a point to prove so you press on.

“What, can’t take criticism?”

Kakashi slams your upper body down on his kitchen counter, your free hand barely catching you before you hit your head too hard. He leans down over you, his body pressing into yours as he chides, 

“I treat all my soldiers the way they need to be treated. Only I can know what all three of them need from me at any given time. Right now, the only Uchiha in the village needs training from the only other posesser of a Sharingan in the entirety of Konaha. Unless you’re secretly an Uchiha bastard who can train him, I’d suggest you simmer down.”

His words were chilling. Ice to your ears. It made sense but why should Naruto get the short end of the stick? He was always excluded from everything. You struggle in Kakashi’s grasp trying to turn around and face him as you continue to defend your little brother.

“That’s a bullshit answer! Just cause Naruto doesn’t have  a sharingan, means his own sensei can’t give him any training at all?!”

Kakashi slaps the flesh of your ass with all his might making you cry out in pain. 

“Enough! I’ve heard about as much as I will tolerate from you! You don’t know a thing about leading a squad! I will not subject myself to any more of your baseless, ignorant opinions.” 

He brings his hand down again on the same spot. All the muscle he spent years developing, employed in this moment to humiliate you as you laid bent over Kakashi’s counter, hand still pinned behind your back by nothing more than his grasp on your finger. 

Your breath hitched as the blow landed, pain searing your skin. You were certain that a bruise would form within the next few minutes. 

Overcoming the shock of his actions you begin to struggle in his grasp. “Fuckin’ asshole, let go of me!”

“I’m the asshole? You’re the one who came to my house to yell at me!” he snarls, twisting your arm painfully. You cry out but he doesn’t loosen his grip. No, he stands directly behind you, leaning in, securing your hips against the edge of the counter. He begins rubbing his hand in large circles over your hip and cheek as if preparing the area for another assault. 

You continue to struggle when you feel his warm breath as he chuckles in your ear. 

“Did you really think you could come over here to yell at me and get away with it?”

He interrupts his rubbing to deliver another striking blow to your cheek. “No. It seems you’ve been spending too much time around Naruto. You’ve forgotten your manners.”

His free hand slides from your ass up to your neck where he grabs you at the base of your jaw and turns your head to the side just enough to press his nose into your cheek.

“Maybe you need some private lessons from a sensei of your own. Hmm?”

You can feel his manhood hardening beneath his sweatpants, your compromised position once more causing your breath to falter. 

Smiling at your reaction, Kakashi kisses your cheek before standing up. He keeps his hips ground against your rear, pinning you to the counter still. He begins to play with your hair using his free hand as he continues,

“Naruto’s lucky to have such a pretty big sister. Watching out for him, picking senseless fights.”

“It’s not senseless you’re showing favoritism.” You grumble before he twists your arm again causing you to wince. 

“As likely as that may seem, let's not jump to conclusions yet.”

You scoff at him and he slaps down on your backside once more. You let out a small groan upon impact making Kakashi chuckle. 

“Let’s look at the facts, shall we?”

Kakashi releases your arm to grab your hips and spin you around. He steers you towards the wall, backing you up against it, caging you in as he grabs both your wrists, bringing them up above your head and pinning them together to hold with one hand. He casually props his free hand on his hip while leaning his weight against your wrists with the other as he continues.

“Naruto is a high energy kid who needs a high energy sensei. His father’s former sensei is in the village, available to train him. Ask yourself, is that a coincidence?” 

Your eyes narrow as you glare at him. His words were so convincing but you couldn’t shake the feeling he was full of it.

“Sasuke has no other options and happens to have the same chakra nature as me. A perfect student to pass my jutsu onto.” It takes every fiber of your being to resist the eye roll threatening to make an appearance at the mention of passing down his original jutsu. “It’s only logical that I give Naruto the honor of studying under one of the Legendary Sannin while I take on Sasuke”

He was damn good, you’d give him that. You knew he was full of shit but you almost believe him.

“Now what do you have to say to me?”

“Excuse me?”

He takes his hand off his hip to give your face a sharp slap.

“No, you do not need to ask to be excused. Try again.”

Your mouth falls open in disbelief. Your eyes scan down his body, starting with his covered face and dropping down to his shirtless chest. You take note of his war torn body carved to perfection with an alluring V-shape plummeting down into his baggy sweatpants currently pitched by his erection. 

“Eyes up here, Sweetie.”

You look back up to his uncovered eye suddenly very aware of your nipples stiffening in your bra. You were so mad at yourself. You came to defend Naruto but found yourself pinned to the wall doubting your convictions as Kakashi closed the space between you. He gave you no other option than to feel his entire body against your own, pressing himself into your chest as his free hand roamed up and down your side. 

Your breathing becomes shallow. All the free air between you is being used up by him when he reminds you what he’s waiting for.

“What do you have to say to me for coming to my house at night to yell at me?”

“I’m sorry?”

He slides his hand to your sore rear and grips it harshly, pulling your pelvis into his.

“Try that again.” 

Brimming with shame you whisper in his ear, “I’m sorry”

“Good, but perhaps I should ensure this lesson really sticks so we don’t have a repeat of tonight, hmm?”

Your eyes grow wide as you search his face for answers but with a stoic expression he begins to unbutton your pants and tug them to the floor. 

“Hey! What are you do-”

Your protests are cut off by Kakashi quickly removing his mask to kiss you. He presses his lips into yours, silencing your voice. It was surprisingly welcome. Tender but passionate with the taste of his orange mouthwash freshly on his breath. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into it.

Once he had the cooperation of your lips he resumed removing your pants. Stripping you down to your thong. He began to rub over the fabric, circling around your clit making your breath catch in your throat. 

“It seems like you’re struggling to stay mad at me. Isn’t that right Sweetie?” He stops rubbing to give your sex some firm pats over the cloth. 

“Your underwear is soaked. Is that cause of me?”

Arrogant asshole. You were embarrassed and ashamed. You looked down so as not to acknowledge his statement but he gave a more forceful slap between your legs causing you to sharply inhale. He hums into your ear, enjoying how he is toying with you. 

He slips your thong to the side exposing your bare folds and you can’t help but return your eyes to his face. He slips one of his long fingers in causing an involuntary whine to slip past your lips. The corner of his mouth turns up at the sound. He strokes in and out of you a few times before adding in a second finger. “Ah”

The sound was quiet and small but it ignited him in a primal way. He leans his forehead against yours as he continues to taunt.

“Naruto’s mouthy older sister. Always sticking her pretty nose where it doesn’t belong. I was wondering how long before I saw you at my door. Heck, I was practically counting the days.” He gives you a long drawn out kiss as his fingers continue to stroke in and out of you. “Been hoping to get a taste of what Iruka had ever since the kid was assigned to my team.”

You were so mad at him for bringing up your ex, but the way he was working your walls was enough for you to hold your silence. You didn’t want him to stop. You needed him to keep going, even as your trapped arms began to lose circulation and fall asleep above your head.

A third digit slides in leaving you gasping and breathless. 

“You like that, don’t you Sweetheart?”

You’re biting your lip and closing your eyes, resisting the urge to scream ‘yes.’ 

“You don’t need to say anything, just let the cream running down my knuckles do the talking for you.”

You hated giving him the smug satisfaction but you squeeze around his fingers helplessly. Then he finds just the right spot and begins to hook his digits as he drags them outward. A long moan spills from your lips

“Oooh, gods Kakashi, yes!”

He hungrily kisses you, attempting to claim you as his own. The scent of his soap lingering on his freshly washed skin fills your nostrils as you inhale between kisses. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, the muscle dancing with your own. A need to devour you communicated by his greedy lips.

He withdraws his fingers from your cavern and feeds them to you. You suck on them while making eye contact with him before he takes them out and finishes licking them clean in his own mouth, sucking one digit at a time. 

When he was done he released your wrists and brought both of your arms to wrap around his neck, holding your gaze while he did. 

The familiar tingle of circulation restoring itself spreads through your limbs as you tighten your grip around him. His hands run the course of your back. Wandering, touching, feeling, groping, before settling with one around the small of your back and the other in your hair. You lunge back into a kiss, nibbling and biting his lips, consumed with want. He pulls back briefly to pant, “bedroom.” You get the message and the two of you kiss sloppily as you stagger over. Once through the door you each shed your remaining layers before you fall to your knees. 

Immediately you grasp his length, wrapping your fingers around its base while your other hand reaches up to claw at his back. You stroke him a few times before you point your tongue and drag it all the way from his base to his tip. You feel the rush of his blood pulse through his shaft as your grip tightens before you seal your lips around him. Up and down your hand tugged, keeping the pressure firm while your tongue worked along his slit, siphoning out his oozing pre cum. His hips shifted forward slightly and you knew he was yearning for you to swallow him whole. 

You released his head with a wet pop before licking one more stripe up from his base.

You look up at him through your lashes and part your lips, breathing on his tip before opening up and swallowing till he hit the back of your mouth. 

“I know you can do better than that” he taunts

You grip his hips, bracing yourself as you reangle and relax your throat, allowing him to sink past your vocal cords. Your nose brushes against his silver body hair as you push forward.

“Mmmm much better.”

He sinks his fingers into your hair, guiding you up and down along his length, the lip of his mushroom tip catching in your throat with each pass. 

“Feels so damn good. This is where you belong. On your knees before me. Fuck”

He draws a breath through his teeth feeling a tingle run over his entire body. The lewd sounds coming from your mouth fill the air as he begins to rock his hips into you. He closes his eyes and groans, letting you service him, excited by the powerful feeling of having you choke on his cock. 

Saliva dribbles out of the corners of your mouth and down on your barren chest. Your tongue glides along the underside of his length. When he bottoms out in your throat you stick it out further, trying to lick some of the skin below his endowment, making him shudder. 

“Grab them.” he whispers.

You reach down and tactfully massage his balls in your hand. One arm still gripping around his hip and your nose flush with his abdominals, Kakashi was twitching harshly in your mouth. He was on the brink of cumming.

“Fuck Y/N! I didn’t wait all this time just for a blow job. Get on the bed.”

Slowly you withdrew your lips from his manhood and crawled up onto the bed. As much as Kakashi wanted to rail into you from behind, he wanted to see your face when he entered you for the first time. Cause it definitely wouldn’t be his last. 

“On your back, Sweetheart. I wanna see your face.”

You nod and lay down with your knees propped up and legs spread. He settles between your thighs and slaps you clit with his slobber-soaked dick, allowing you to flinch from the strike. Your eyes are fixated on his thick girth as he lines himself up with your slit. You watch him begin to sink in when he demands, “eyes up here.” 

Your gaze snaps up to meet his as your mouth drops into an O shape, brows furrow together and a shameful breathy moan slips from your open mouth. A stifled grunt from Kakashi lingering with it.

Your face was everything he hoped it would be. You paint the picture of pleasure while your pliable silken walls fold around him perfectly. He couldn’t help how his toes curled from the simple act of entering you. A mutual understanding that this would be the first of several rounds was silently communicated by nothing more than your response to his intrusion. 

He slides back and forth, lubricating his length as he slowly acquaints himself with every part of your interior. Your core knots up each time he fully sheaths himself in your cavern, arms clutching him, forcing him down to your lips. 

“Fuck Kakashi”

“Yes?” He bottoms out again pushing your groan past your tongue. “Did you have something to say?”

“Just fuuuuuckk.”

“Apologize for jumping to conclusions and maybe I can treat you this good everytime we see each other.”

“Are you fuckin serious right now?” You pant, sexual pleasure stealing all bite from your words. You are little more than a pile of flesh at the present moment unable to argue with Kakashi’s ego.

He leans closer to whisper in your ear, “dead serious” before leaning back up and establishing his pace. You know his mind is almost as clouded as yours from the way your bodies mold together. His usual calm and domineering demeanor faltered each time you squeezed around him. The pleasure creasing his features as he pushes into you, maintaining his tempo. 

He shifts all his bodyweight over to one arm as he uses the other to grab your face, pulling you into him for another heated kiss. His lips working against yours, sucking off the last remnants of your chapstick. Normally he didn’t kiss his hook ups so much but something about you made him hungry. Maybe it was how mouthy you are. He needed to give your lips something better to do than shout your ignorant opinions. If that’s the case he’d kiss you for hours if he had to. Never able to get enough of the taste. 

You thread your fingers through his soft hair. It was nearly dry and smelled heavenly from his conditioner. You push your chest up into his, allowing your tits to rock against his pecs with each thrust into your soaking wet folds. Little sighs and groans filling the space between you. He couldn’t help but think that you were the cutest fuck he’d had in awhile. Maybe he needed to piss you off more often since it got him here, between your legs, panting and moaning for him the way that you are. His eyes roll backwards as your fingers toy with the silver strands. 

“Shit Y/N, on your knees.”

You comply with one last hungry pull at his lips, shifting to all fours. Kakashi grabs two fist fulls of your ass as he plunges in, hitting so deep you can’t breathe. The wind has been knocked out of you. It’s all you can do to catch it again. He lets his excitement get the better of him and launches into you with brain rattling speed. 

He hit so deep he found a sweet spot that has been long neglected. One you can’t reach on your own. When he felt how you constricted around him he focused on it. Pummeling into that same spot, making you drop your face to the sheets. You cry out from the pressure and he knows you’re on the brink of orgasm from how white your knuckles are as they grip the sheets for support.

He smiled at the bruise he created in the kitchen while watching how your ass rippled violently from his hips colliding into it. His shinobi training allowing him to get carried away. Speed far exceeding any normal man. Your poor little cunt is no match for his unrelenting strength and stamina.

You start to scream from the stimulation. Kakashi fists your hair and yanks it back so he can hear your screams properly. Your cries are by far the sexiest sound he’s ever heard and he needs to make you louder. He needs to hear the power his cock has over you. Your current predicament, boosting his ego far more than it should ever be boosted. One arm tugging back on your hair, the other secure around your waist, he arched your back impossibly far, his tip displacing your cervix, you both speed to the precipice of orgasm. The squelching that omits from where your bodies connect, mingles with your moans and screams. Kakashi doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful melody. 

All of Naruto’s more tedious qualities are completely justified in this moment. They are worth his patience if he can ravage you like this everytime Naruto throws a tantrum. 

“That’s it. You can take it Sweetie Just a little more.”

His praise only continues to lead to your undoing. One hand clutching the arm wrapped around your waist while the other grabs around the wrist of the hand in your hair. Words aren’t even an option in this position. All you can do is empty the air in your lungs with whatever noise comes out. You are millimeters away from falling over the edge. Each thrust scooting you there. He’s almost there too. He’s losing his rhythm. His strokes are getting sloppy but it doesn’t do anything to dampen the intensity of the moment. 

You cry out as the orgasm finally hits. You start to tremble and quake. Kakashi lifts you all the way back so you are flush against his chest as he empties himself inside of you. Deep groans fill your ears as your walls flutter closed around him, sucking out every last drop. You feel a rush of relief flood your core as his strokes slow to a complete stop. 

The two of you kneel on the bed, you weak in his arms, as both of you catch your breath. You feel him grow soft inside your walls while a mix of both your cum slips out of you and slides down your inner thighs. Kakashi holds you tight, not letting go. He begins to kiss the curve of your neck making you close your eyes and moan some more. 

“Thank you, Sensei” you breathe

“Mmmmm, you up for another round?”

“Already?”

You feel his length hardening again between your legs. He responds to your question by twitching his cock so that it tapped against your labia. 

“Do I seem ready to you?”

You obediently lower back to all fours again, letting him slip past your lips a second time. He strokes in and out of you lazily as he says, “Brace yourself, Sweetie, it looks like we’ll be training all night.”

Masterlist

[fille-de-skroa]

I feel like some of you sometimes forget that Tsunade exists, and that she’s a great character.

Because I know that people love to say that every Naruto female characters suck because of Sakura and Hinata… but this isn’t true? Tsunade is amazing. And it’s not like she was a side character you would see in only one arc, or a minor character who gets barely two lines of dialogues. She’s one of the main supporting characters of the manga.

Her development is very efficient. She was traumatized by the death of her brother and of her lover, and began to see the necklace and the kiss on the forehead she gave to the ones she loved as a curse. But she was also traumatized by the fact that she couldn’t save Dan, and since then, she visibly developed PTSD, and the simple view of blood absolutely terrifies her.

But because Naruto helped her to find hope again with his endless determination, she overcame her fear of blood and was able to fight back Orochimaru and Kabuto. She even accepted her responsibility as a Hokage, and decided to come back to Konoha to protect the Leaf. (Just look at her. She’s so badass!!!)

I’ve heard some people say that while she is well written, her character is still defined by the man that she loves, just like most of the Naruto female characters cast… But actually, it’s not the case? Sure, she’s very in love with Dan and his death traumatized her deeply, but the story insists on the fact that her trauma comes not only from Dan’s death, but also from Nawaki’s.

Also, I would like to point out that compared to characters like Sakura, Hinata, or even Karin, her love story with Dan is well written too. It’s very short, but even with three pages, we’re able to see how Tsunade and Dan met, why Tsunade feel in love with him, and most importantly, what they had in common. (So yes, for people who doubted it, Kishimoto can and knows how to write romance)

And also, it doesn’t feel like Tsunade is the third wheel of the Legendary Sannin Trio like Sakura is with Team 7. She’s as powerful as Orochimaru and Jiraiya, and all three of them feel like they balance each other perfectly.

There’s more to talk about, but you get the idea. Tsunade is a good character, and I wish some people would focus on her rather than focusing on other bad female characters in Naruto.

[13as07]

Patience #1

(Jiraiya Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to SUk1J1]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

Word Count: 5,678

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Masturbating (clit stimulation & pillow humping)

Age Gap

Power Difference (Teacher/Student)

Overstimulation/Orgasm Denial

Pet Names: Little One, Sweetheart, Pillow Princess, Obedient Girl, Sweet Thing/Girl

Choking (for like five seconds)

Hair Pulling

Soft Domination

Praising

Fingering/Oral

I'm stuck on what to do for part two. Should I do wake up sex or the story from Jiraiya's pov? Maybe I'll just make this a four part story instead of a three part story. We'll see :)

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     "Jiraiya-Sensei," the name slips out before I can stop it. Disgust with myself mixes with the pleasure sliding down to my core. Despite the disgust, I continue letting the shower head shoot stimulating bolts of water into my clit.

That's so bad, so inappropriate of me, so wrong. I shouldn't be getting off to thoughts of my Sensei. Jiraiya is a highly regarded Shinobi, one of the legendary sannins, old enough to be my father, all of which only seem to make me hornier.

I can't stop the dirty thoughts seeping into my head, causing my empty pussy to clench with need, to pulse from the lack of being filled.

Thoughts of my Sensei in his nightshirt circle my head, images of him in it pushing me forward. The lovely nightshirt that shows off his defined muscles a lot better than his day clothes. The thin material that dips with his scar. The scar I've thought about tracing with my fingers a million times.

Soon the thought is replaced by another. The innocent memory from earlier this week is soaked in sin. I can't help it, the sight of Jiraiya pushing up the sleeves of his undershirt was just so attractive. The way the bunched-up material empathized his arms just churned something in my stomach.

When the memory of my sensei's heavy hand pushing against my back this morning crosses my mind, it snaps the band between my legs. "Please Jiraiya," I whine, a lot louder than I meant to. I shouldn't mean to. I shouldn't be thinking of my Sensei in this, saying his name in this tone, in this situation.

My legs are just as shaky, if not shaker, than my breath, but I don't move the shower head away. This will be my punishment, overstimulation to wash away my unprofessional thoughts. It's not a punishment though, and I know it. I know I'm going to enjoy continuing to get myself off until I can barely stand.

The continual stimulation only lasts for another minute or two before I can't stand it anymore.

The thought of my Sensei forcing my overstimulation crosses my mind as I pull the shower head away from myself. I don't know what's worse; having the thought or knowing Jiraiya would. After all, he's known for making his students train until they drop. I can't see him being any different with his sexual partners.

I shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts out and steady myself. I just need my legs to last long enough to clean my mess up.

As I clean myself again, the pleasure from before washes away, leaving only the disgust I feel from my thoughts and my actions.

The disgust doesn't subside as I climb out of the shower and dry myself off. It sure as hell doesn't drain as I dress myself into my sleep clothes. It gets even worse when I question whether Sensei would find my panties cute or sexy.

By the time I get out of the bathroom and into our empty hotel room, I'm making myself sick from the reappearing thoughts. Why am I so horny? Why am I so perverted? Why isn't Sensei back from his outing yet?

A whine bubbles in my throat as I scan the room again for Jiraiya, even though I know he won't appear from thin air. Maybe it's good that he's not back yet. Having him here would only grow the fire that wasn't completely put out in the shower. But, it would be so nice to see him right now, to get to appreciate his appearance, to have him distract me from the ache between my legs.

Acknowledging the ache only makes it worse. I need my hormones to stop, for my horniness to go.

Before I can stop myself, I crawl into Jiraiya's bed, leaving the other bed in the room - my bed - empty. The faint forest smell of my Sensei wisps off the sheets, causing the heat to grow even more.

I'm such a pervert, a terrible student, a nasty person.

Just like before, the disgust with myself doesn't outweigh the neediness of my pussy. My eyes snap closed as my hand snakes up the bedsheets, colliding with one of the fluffy white pillows on the bed. I tug the pillow down, shifting it between my knees and propping myself onto it.

When tingles fill me again, I know I'm in the perfect position. I waste no time, burying my head into the sheets to soak in more of Jiraiya's scent as I start thrusting my hips forward.

My hands cling to the bedding when I try to shove my face further into the mattress. Despite my efforts, whines and my sensei's name still come tumbling out of my mouth. "Jiraiya," I whine to myself, grinding my clit against the pillow faster, keeping my thrusts nonstop. The feeling of my slick reapply to my thighs only pushes out another whimper. "Please Sensei?"

     Pressure is added to my clothed hole, causing me to clench before I'm ripped from my dirty fantasy. A yelp falls from me because of the added pressure, the added pressure not being caused by me.

     "So chatty, aren't we?" A voice curves from behind me, causing me to shoot up. My hands are still clenched to the bedding, which is now pulled up from my sitting position. My clit slides against the pillow because of my movement, pulling out a soft moan from my throat.

     My heart is racing as my mind starts processing what's going on. A big, warm hand is now pressed below me, cupping my pussy because of my sudden movements. I can hear the soft breathing of the intruder behind me, my mind fuzzy from the surprise and stimulation, making it hard to process the situation and figure out how to get out of it.

      "Are you going to answer me? It's disrespectful not to answer your Sensei."

     Arousal and embarrassment seep down my stomach from the words. My mind is both empty and packed as I process Jiraiya's words. Jiraiya... my Sensei... who I've spent the past five minutes whining for. "I... um... didn't hear you," I murmur, letting my hands back down, the bedding following suit.

     "Are you a chatterbox in bed, sweetheart?" He repeats, tugging his hand out from under me before laying both of them on my hips.

     "Sometimes," I whisper, my breath shaky as I focus on the headboard in front of me. I fail at this, my attention fully being on the weight of my sensei's hands on me.

     "What have you been up to, little one?" Jiraiya purrs, his head dipping down to whisper into my ear. His hands go to work, slowly sliding me back and forth on the pillow still held between my thighs.

     "While you were..." I try, cutting myself off to hold a moan back.

     One of Sensei's hands releases me long enough to poke my cheek before forcing my hips back into motion. "Don't do that, sweetheart. I want to hear those pretty noises again." I shift my head to try and glance behind me, being met with my stimulation stopped again and hands cupping my cheeks to keep my head still. "Keep your head forward, little one."

     I shift my head back into place, leaning it to the side to soak in Jiraiya's touch. "While you were gone I practiced my clone jutsu," I finally answer, rolling the current situation in my head. This can't be real. This isn't my Sensei, this has to be someone pretending to be Jiraiya. "Sensei?"

     "Sweetheart?" The word is followed by soft circles being rubbed into my cheeks and a kiss pressed behind my ear.

     "If I can't look at you, how do I know it's really you?" Another kiss is pressed into me, behind my other ear this time.

     "Oh, little one, are you that desperate to see me? If I knew you'd miss me this much, I'd go on more outings while we're out of the village."

     The answer makes me huff, mostly out of jealousy. I know what Jiraiya does on his outings, I know what his 'research' really is. All Sensei ever does is thirst after any woman who crosses his path.

     "Oh, don't be so jealous, Sweetheart. I was actually busy this time." It makes me angry how easily he reads me.

     "Busy with what? Peeping into another bathhouse?"

Jiraiya chuckles, the sound echoing throughout the room. "No. Believe it or not, I was meeting up with one of my under-covers."

"Lair," I mumble to myself, shifting my head so it leans the other way.

Sensei chuckles again, this time softer than before. His hands dip, tugging my head back as far as it'll go. Finally seeing him makes more embarrassment seep into my bones. My cheeks start to heat up as I look over Jiraiya's face, taking in his dark eyes before my sight slides down the red stripes of his face. "Hello, little one."

"Hi," I answer, shifting my sight away from him.

"Aw, come on, sweetheart. Don't do that. I want to see your pretty eyes. Look at me." Reluctantly, I do as I'm told, turning my attention back to Sensei's face. His eyes are soft but a smug look coats the rest of my face. "What an obedient student I have," he murmurs, dipping his head down.

I stay still, not knowing what he's going to do or what to do with myself. Jiraiya's lips brush against my face, leaving behind dragged-out kisses as he works his way down to his fingers. Once he's done littering kisses on the right side, he changes his attention to the left.

"Sensei?"

"Hush, little one," he orders, his hands dropping down to my neck. They're light against my skin, his fingers overlapping quite a bit. Jiraiya's hands are big enough that he doesn't need both of them to wrap around my throat. "We're going to work on patience, okay?"

"But-"

"But nothing. I'm your teacher after all. Am I not? It's my job to teach you, to train you." Sensei's speech is followed by a gentle squeeze to my throat, causing me to wiggle uncomfortably. I don't like that, it scares me.

He freezes, his attention being pulled from the repeating kisses being pressed into my face. His eyes scan over me for a beat before his hands shift back to cupping my cheeks, his fingers gently massaging my jawline. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to scare you."

Once again I'm a bit pissy at how easy he reads me. I don't like him knowing he scared me. I don't want it to scare him away from the attention I'm getting, the attention I've been craving from him. "It's okay."

"It's not," Jiraiya whispers back, lips back to attacking my face. "I won't do anything you don't want, little one."

The nickname makes me squirm, adding a bit of friction to my forgotten clit. Half of a whimper slips up from the small attention to my pussy, getting me a tighter grip on my face.

"Let's start your lesson, ya? Do you want to start your lesson, sweetheart?"

"Please?" I ask, the question coming out whiner than I meant it to.

"Fuck," Jiraiya husks out under his breath, causing me to tingle even more. "You sound so pretty." Sensei's hands drop down to my hips, lifting me off the pillow I've been sitting on before placing me on my feet. "My pretty pillow princess," he mumbles, keeping me in place so I'm facing the wall again.

A hand slides into my hair, holding on to the roots of it. He waits for a second, scanning for my reaction before he tightens his hold. "I'm going to start our lesson, okay? You tell me if there's something you don't want to do, got it, sweetheart?"

"Got it," I mumble, rubbing my legs together. The small touches and ignorance of my needs are making my ache worse. I want to get off now, I need to cum now. Why won't Sensei give me what I want?

Jiraiya's hand relaxes in my hair, loosening his hold but not letting me go. "You need to learn some patience, to learn to wait for me and not rush into things. So, we're going to go nice and slow, okay?" I hum out a yes, nodding my head a bit but that doesn't work out very well. "I'm going to work out your orgasm, slowly. Soft little licks, slow curls, and pumps, and if you behave I'll give you a nice reward, okay little one?"

That sounds terrible. I don't have the patience for a slow pace. I want to orgasm and I want to do it now. "Yes, Sensei," I answer, following my answer with a disappointed whine.

He's silent for a couple of seconds, his hand massaging my head before he drops his hold on me. Sensei's hands land on my hips again, gently pulling me against him. He's warm to the touch, his chest stretching out wider than my frame and coating me with the familiar forest smell he gives off.

"There's my obedient girl," Jiraiya coos, his fingers toying with the hem of my shirt before he starts sliding it upwards. His fingertips tickle as they slide up my sides, tugging my shirt up with them.

I squirm from the touches, rubbing against my Sensei in the process. The hard impression of his dick presses into me from my movements, only making it harder not to move. It excites me to know he's as turned on as me. "Or not," Jiraiya says, his hands - and my shirt - falling back down. "Let's try again, little one. I know you can do it."

This time around, I set my mind on staying still. I'll never get what I want if I can't even make it past the first step.

Once again, Sensei's hands work their way up, tickling my sides the whole time. "Good job, sweet thing," he coos again once my shirt is over my head and disregarded to the floor. "Sweet, sweet thing," he continues to utter, his big hands rubbing soft circles into my stomach. "Are you ready for our next step?"

"Yes," I breathe out, trying my best to stay still. It feels like I'm vibrating with the need to shift in Jiraiya's hold. His hands are so close to my waistband, why can't he just dip his hand down and give me some relief?

"Come here, little one," he calls, tugging me with him as he sits on the edge of the bed. I slide into his lap, his boner pushing against my butt as he cradles me between his knees. "Turn around, sweet girl."

I do as I'm told, shifting in Sensei's hold. His hands slide down, cupping my ass while his gaze rolls over my bare chest. "What an obedient little thing. You're being so good." The praises make me tingle, forcing the lack of attention further into my mind. "I'm going to play with your chest, okay sweetheart?" Jiraiya asks, one of his hands letting my butt go so he can ghost his fingertips over my nipple.

"Okay, Sensei," I whisper, lifting my hands to rest them against his broad shoulders. I swear this teasing is going to kill me. "Why won't you touch me Sensei?" I whimper, shifting forward to grind myself against anything I can reach.

Jiraiya's hand shifts from my ass to my hip before he gently pushes me back in place. "I am touching you, little one. You need to be patient if you want me to touch your pussy, okay? Be patient."

I whine in disappointment but still fall back into place. I'm getting attention, the attention I want, even if it's not in the place I want. "Stop pouting, sweet thing. I'll get you off after our lesson." Once the sentence is out, Jiraiya latches himself to my nipple, softly sucking on it as his hand gently rolls my other nipple between his fingers.

He does as he pleases, switching his mouth and hand between my boobs. It feels nice, having him attack my chest, but it doesn't help my craving for attention. It makes me ache more. "You're being good," he praises, his tongue poking out to slide over my hardened nipple. "So, so good," he continues, his teeth grazing me now.

Sensei does the same to the other side as he tugs me into his lap. I'm shifted around by his free hand, my clothed pussy being pressed against his cock. Jiraiya's eyes flicker up at me, taking in my distressed face. This isn't fair. How am I not supposed to squirm against him? Not stimulate myself when he's so eagerly pressed against me?

After another minute or two of sucking and nipping at my chest, pain starts to overwhelm the pleasure I was receiving. "Sensei?" I call, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Yes, little one?"

"It's starting to hurt."

Without another word, Jiraiya loosens his mouth from me and the hand that was toying with my nipples drops back down to cup my ass. "Good job, sweet girl," he coos, lips sliding over the sore skin of my boobs. "You're being so good. You deserve a reward."

"For what?" I ask, not convinced this is the end of my so-called lesson on patience.

"For listening, for telling me when to stop. A good student knows their limits, knows when to not be obedient."

Sensei's hands slide up to my hips, taking hold of them before he shifts me against his penis. "Hey," the word tumbles out, curling with a shaky breath. My arms wrap around Jiraiya, clinging to him for some form of grounding. The grinding sends sparks through me, my clit throbbing from finally getting the needed attention.

Before I get too much attention, the movement is stopped, leaving me still as Sensei is pressed against me again. "You're doing great, sweetheart. One more step and I'll give you what you want, okay? Be good and I'll fill you up."

My thighs tense as I clench around nothing. I want to be filled so bad. At this point, I'll do anything to get what I want. "Okay, Sensei," I whisper into his shoulder, leaning my head down for the slightest break.

"For our next step, I'm going to spread you out all nice and pretty on the bed, okay? I'm going to taste you and play with you, and you're going to stay still the whole time, you understand? Are you going to let me spread you out?"

"Yes!" The word rips from my lungs, my clit throbbing again from the promised attention I'm going to get.

     Jiraiya laughs at my excitement, the noise following us as he stands up, pressing me into his chest as he does so. Once again I'm set on my feet, body pressed up against Sensei's. Unlike last time, his hands dip past my waistband like I want. His fingers inch down my legs, his thumbs hooked around the waistband of my pants, tugging it down with his hands.

"I can't wait to make you feel good, little one," he whispers into my ear, his lips falling down my neck once the praise is out. When his arms are stretched as far down as possible, they crawl back up to me, leaving my bottoms to be pulled the rest of the way by gravity.

Sensei picks me up again, successfully leaving my pants abounded on the floor with my shirt. The bed is soft, almost as soft as Jiraiya's hold, when he sets me down. "Lay down, princess," the command is followed by peppered kisses across my shoulder blades.

The shifting of the bedsheets seems loud as I move around. I feel exposed with myself spread out, knees open as Jiraiya looks at my vulnerable spots. As if the shyness wasn't enough, I'm suddenly very aware of the situation going on right now. My Sensei - my teacher - is hovering over me as I'm very much nude under him.

"Jiraiya," my voice shakes out as I slowly close my knees. I keep my eyes locked on the ceiling, hoping that looking away from him and clinging to the bedsheets will help me ground myself.

"Hey," he calls softly, hands gently clasping my knees as his thumbs rub circles into me again. "What's going on in that smart little mind of yours?"

     "A lot," I whisper, closing my eyes to help focus on my breathing.

Lips brush against my stomach, making a path of swirls and curves as Sensei travels across my skin. "You're overwhelmed. It happens sometimes when you get stimulated for too long. We'll take a breather, give you time to calm down."

The explanation is followed by arms wrapping around me, pressing me into him again as he shifts us. When we're settled, my back is against his chest, his arms wrapping me up and resting in my lap, and his knees pressed up against mine, keeping me secured between his legs. Jiraiya's head is nestled into my neck, his nose brushing butterfly kisses into my skin.

"Sensei?" He pushes out a hum, the vibrations raking over my skin when his lips brush against my shoulder. "I know what being overstimulated is."

"Do you, sweetheart? I've spent about thirty minutes playing with you. After you enjoyed yourself in the shower and on my bed. So, it's safe to say you've been going for a little over an hour. Do you regularly overstimulate yourself for that long, little one?"

My cheeks warm from Jiraiya's words. He knows about all of it, he heard all of it. All my whines and whimpers for him. "Answer me, sweetie," he orders, poking my cheek before letting his arm fall back in place.

"No... I don't usually last longer than a couple minutes of it." My answer makes the temperature in my cheeks rise even more. Sensei is a pervy guy, of course, he knows more about situations like this than me.

"Mhm, that's what I thought," he mumbles, cockiness coating his words. It's quickly chased away by another line of kisses being pressed across my shoulders. It's soothing, having his body warmth envelop me as he presses soft kisses across my skin. "My pretty, little, obedient girl," he murmurs, hands going back to work, rubbing large circles on my inner thighs.

     I let my legs tumble open, bumping against his as I do so. "Sensei?"

     "Sweetheart?"

     The word sticks in my chest, the shyness coming back from earlier but luckily none of the overwhelmness. Instead, I let my hands slide backward, my fingers wrapping around the hem of his shirt before I tug on it. "Please?"

     "How am I supposed to say no to a request like that?" He teases, hands clenching my thighs to shift me forward. My ears ring with the sound of clothes shifting, causing the ache between my legs to ramp up again.

     When I'm pulled back into place, my chest connects to Jiraiya's scared chest. The rough tissue rubs against my back in a weird calming way. It's a reminder that it's my Sensei behind me, my Sensei touching me, my Sensei making me feel good. No one else's bare chest will ever feel like this against my back.

     "Spread your legs wider, Princess," he orders, moving me before I can do it myself. My legs are shifted, hooked around his so I'm spread wide. The mixed warmth of Jiraiya behind me and his fingers dancing over my inner thighs is intoxicating. "Good job, little one," he coos, small licks sliding over my neck as his fingers inch closer to my clothed pussy. "I'm going to touch you now, okay?"

     "Okay," I breathe out, tipping my head back so it's resting against his shoulder. My hands settle in his thighs, gripping them softly.

     Fingertips ghost over me, adding pressure on my hole again before focusing light circles to my clit. A hiss breath escapes me before my eyes snap closed. "Look at me sweetheart," Sensei orders, his nose bumping into mine when he turns his head.

     I reluctantly do as I'm told, snapping my eyes open with the fear of spooking myself again simmering in my head. "There are those pretty eyes," Jiraiya whispers, eyes glancing down at my lips. "Can I have a kiss, sweet girl?"

     "Yes."

     The distance between us is closed, his lips brushing against mine as his fingers work on tugging my panties down my legs.

     "Wider, sweet thing," Sensei mumbles against my mouth, his pressing against me again as he shifts our legs wider. "Fuck," he husks again, fingerings sliding through me and getting coated in my mess. "Open your mouth."

     I let my mouth fall open, Jiraiya's fingers quickly filling it. His fingers press down on my tongue as they slide down my throat. More soft curses spill from him as I suck myself off his skin. "I swear I could fuck you right now."

     "Please?" I ask from around his fingers, the word coming out butchered.

     Sensei stays silent for a moment, his mind torn between continuing my 'lesson' or giving me what I want. The answer is given to me when his fingers pop out of my mouth and go back to my pussy. I can't complain too much about the aching of my needs finally being met.

     My eyes stay locked on his as his fingers explore me, two of them slightly dipping into me before going back to rubbing circles into my clit. This is another test of my patience, an attempt to get me to thrust forward to be filled more. A test I won't fail.

     When Jiraiya is satisfied with the results, his lips brush against mine again. As my lips are busy with his, fingers plung into me, his knuckles rubbing against my folds as he pumps his digits in and out of me. "Hey," I drag out when Sensei curls his fingertips against my walls.

     "Hey," he mocks, the pace picking up ever so slightly as he stares back into my eyes.

     The pace stays as is, slow and rough with a mix of thrusts and curling. Just as I'm sure the bend of my orgasm is going to snap, I'm left empty and gapping. "Hey! That's... you can't do that," I whine, nails digging into the material of his pants.

     "I can and I did, sweetheart," Sensei answers, his soaked hand coming up to squeeze my breast. Opened-mouth kisses are pressed along my neck as he continues to squeeze my boob, his grip switching from being gentle to being a lot rougher.

     "We're going to play a game," I'm told, the words hard to process as Jiraiya slides his tongue over the previously pressed kisses.

     "We... we are?" I ask, my heavy breaths making it difficult to push out my question.

     Sensei hums a yes, hands dropping down to grip my thighs. "You are going to sit nice and pretty on my face like the pillow princess you are. As long as you're talking I'll play with you. If you stop talking, I stop playing. Does that sound fun?"

     "Ya, yes, yeah," I stumble out, leaning forward to get another kiss. I'm given what I want, a string of small kisses before a deeper one is pressed into my lips.

     After I'm given my kisses Jiraiya lifts me off of him, but quickly sets me back down on the bed beside him. My eyes trail over his body, taking in the way his chest muscles work to pump oxygen through him.

     My attention catches on his hands. I watch them slide down his body, quick to undo his pants and shove them off of him. The imprint of his dick in his boxers makes me pulse. His big, bigger than I thought he would be. I don't know why I'm surprised though, my Sensei is built like a brick.

     "Come here, sweet thing," he orders, hand gripping my thigh to tug me back on top of him. I'm pulled onto his chest, a leg on either side of him, before I'm shimmied upwards. Jiraiya's hot breath coats over my pussy, proving to me how wet I am. "Sit, sweetheart."

     I shift down a bit, the worry of suffocating my Sensei forcing me to stay hovered. "Where's my obedient girl at? I said sit," he repeats, hands gripping my thighs before I'm pulled the rest of the way down.

     "Jiraiya," I call when his tongue presses against my clit. My hands shoot forward, a fist full of his hair being clenched in my fingers. He hums in response, his tongue licking short strips against my nerve bundle.

     One, two, three more licks are pressed into me before he stops. "I... I don't... please? Sensei please?" My voice is rewarded, his tongue going back to work. "I don't... know what... what to talk about." The words stumble out of me as my hands brush through his hair, my fingers snagging on the knots.

     "I... I've... thought about this a lot and... oh my god." Jiraiya's tongue rolls around the rim of my hole before dipping into me, rubbing long strides against my walls. "You're really hot. Like... really hot and... I hate... I hate it when you're a flirty jackass with everyone."

     I'm lifted off his mouth, deep breaths being sucked in by the man under me. "That's because you're a jealous little thing. I'll stop being so flirty, sweet girl."

     I'm gently set back down on his mouth, his tongue jumping back and forth between my clit and my vagina. "Oh... okay... that's... that's good... fuck." My ears are filled with the sound of my Sensei slurping up my juices. Once my slick is cleaned up, his tongue is back to poking at my walls, quickly pushing me to my edge.

     "I... um... I don't know... how... you're going to fit." I can feel the smirk being pressed into me as Jiraiya continues his work, my pussy clenching around his tongue.

     When his mouth wraps around my clit, sucking it gently, my long-awaited orgasm washes over me. "Fucking Christ, Jiraiya. Holy fuck." My head tilts back, filling my sight with the ceiling as I grip his hair tighter. My hips thrust forward, his nose bumping into my clit as he dips his tongue back into my pussy.

     My orgasm works its way out, Jiraiya slurping and licking my mess up as it spills out. A couple more soft licks slide through my folds before I'm pulled back down his body, my dripping cunt resting against his chest as I pant above him.

     "That was quick, sweet thing. Maybe I shouldn't have toyed with you so much," he coos, rubbing soothing circles into my thighs. His face is smug and dripping as he looks up at me, quickly pushing me toward being ready for round two.

     "I'm... I'm sorry," I murmur, trying to calm my breathing down.

     "You don't need to be sorry, Princess. You did a good job," Sensei answers, his words calm as he shifts us on the bed again. I'm starting to enjoy getting manhandled by him.

     When he settles, I'm laid on top of him, my legs around his waist, his penis pressed into my bare pussy, and our hands tangled together.

     "Sensei," I huff out, my breath still heavy despite my attempts to calm it down. "You said you'd fuck me. I behaved, I was good, I passed every step." I whine, humping myself against him. The panic from earlier starts to rise in my chest again.

     "I know, little one, and I will, but you need to calm down again. You're getting too overwhelmed," Jiraiya says, his voice still soft and gentle as he denies me what I want. The disappointing words are followed by a handful of soft kisses to ease the denial.

     "You promised. You promised me. You said if I'm good you'd fill me up. You're not being fair." More whines tumble out of me as I grind against him. The feeling of being empty is so overwhelming it almost hurts.

     Sensei looks at me amused as he sways my hands next to his head. "I'll make you a deal, okay?" I eagerly nod, my pussy filled with sparks as I keep attacking my clit with his hard-on. "I will nestle myself into you, filling you up like I promised, but we're going to take a nap, okay?"

     "A nap?!" I yelp, another panicked wave washing through my chest. "Sensei-"

     "Yes, a nap. You're overwhelmed again, sweet girl. If I fuck you now, you're not going to enjoy it. I'll fill you up, all nice and full while we nap. Then, when we wake up I'll fuck you, okay? I promise, Princess."

     "Fine," I huff out, the sudden feeling of my body vibrating overflowing my nerves.

     Jiraiya untangles his fingers from mine, gently pushing me onto all fours. I stay still, arching over him as he tugs his boxers off. The last piece of clothing is thrown to the ground, joining the rest of our clothes.

     "Nice and easy, sweetheart," he orders, his warm hands wrapped around my hips once again. A long moan seeps from me as Sensei lowers me onto his dick. It stretches me out, pushing me to my limits as it sinks into me. By the time I'm back on top of his lap, I swear I can see it imprinted on my stomach.

     "Nap time, sweet thing," Jiraiya orders, his arms wrapping around my back before pulling me against his chest. I rest my head on his shoulder, letting his body heat seep into my shaky muscles. My fingers dance over his scar as the feeling of Sensei buried deep into me fills my head.

     "I don't see why you can't fuck me now."

     "Patience, little one," he orders, words coated in sleep.

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[holly-natnicole]

Are those figurines of Naruto with Gamakichi, Sakura with Katsuyu, and Sasuke with Aoda?

【Line Up】Box Studio - Team 7

[orochiposting]

Naomi Senju🍶🐁| Mouse of the Leaf ๋⭑⚝

art credit to the lovely and talented @ its.sunjyo on Instagram again ! <3

Daughter of the 'Slug Princess,' Lady Tsunade, and the 'Toad Sage,' Jiraiya. The living embodiment of the Three Legendary Sannin. Great Granddaughter of the First Hokage. Bearer of one of the first of Orochimaru's curse marks. Multitalented in wood style, needle jizo(like her father), and healing ninjutsu(like her mother).

just a bust/pfp i commissioned of naomi for myself and a little info about her <3

[senjutsunade]

Do you think Tsunade made Kakashi her successor because all of the Kage expected it, Shikaku advised it and he was pretty much the shoe in when she was out for the count, a choice that everyone just settled on in the moment. Or do you think he would have been her own choice as well. If not Kakashi who else would Tsunade nominate in Kakashi's stead. Or would she just have continued on until Naruto was eventually ready.

Anon-san, you are one evil creature, okay?! pointed look

Anyhow, for the sake of the fandom, let's tackle this one.

The simplest answer to this is, there was no one else. Ironic, right? And pretty sad too.

But the same was true for Tsunade's own turn.

After the Second and Third Wars, too many high-ranked shinobi died.

Let's talk about all the ones who had the potential to be Hokage.

Since Sarutobi's own Team 7 adventures, it seems like he was orchestrating a grand narrative with a recurring motif.

The trend started with the Sannin—his own team. From his three students, Orochimaru was considered to be the 'successor' for the longest time. How that story unfolded is another tangled web.

Following having one potential successor, Sarutobi did not stop there. He needed more. And who better than to have Hashirama's own blood? Again, Team 7 came into play, this time led by Orochimaru (see the tradition?). Another idea linked to this, which used to be a headcanon for Skye, was that Fugaku used to be on that team alongside Nawaki. The idea of having a Senju and an Uchiha on the same team, that too under Sarutobi's own student, was almost like bringing the two clans under his control. Yet fate, of course, had another plan—Nawaki died a genin, and Fugaku (and the mystery teammate) were placed on another cell. This disbanded Team 7.

Sarutobi, of course, couldn't help but try again—where Orochimaru had failed, Jiraiya was expected to succeed. And so the toad sage was the new sensei of a new Team 7 cell. This one had an unexpected prodigy—one Namikaze Minato. This time, Sarutobi's experiment was successful. A new potential Kage rose to fame. The sparkly brat burned too bright and then ended up a martyr.

But before that, his own Team 7 cell was put to the test, and from that, we get one Hatake Kakashi. Curse of Team 7 may be as strong as Shodai's necklace, honestly.

Other candidates who had the potential to be Hokage were a quite a few, starting with Uchiha Fugaku. His performance in the war was legendary. Had events not played out as they had, Fugaku would have been the ideal candidate.

Kato Dan was another potential candidate—for my muse's sake, he should have been Hokage. Maybe we would have had a better Konoha, after all. But the curse got to him too. He died before he could reach his dream.

Hatake Sakumo was another shinobi who had the potential to be Hokage. Another tragedy. Had he lived, Tsunade and Kakashi would have been spared a lot of backaches caused by paperwork. Maybe he thought the alternative was better? Cough.

Anyhow, Tsunade became Hokage because, with the situation Konoha was in, there was a need for someone of the Sannin's level. With Orochimaru as the enemy, it made sense to have another Sannin take the lead. Jiraiya was considered, but Jiraiya is more loyal to the prophecy than the village—sue me. But that is what I believe.

That left Tsunade. Kakashi MAY have been considered, but he was still too young, and the memory of Minato was still too fresh. The role fell to the last Senju.

For her own successor, from early on, it was clear it would be Kakashi. It wasn't about wanting the position anymore. The one who wanted it didn't survive. So the responsibility fell upon the ones who had never wanted to have anything to do with the position. Kakashi was Tsunade's right-hand man from the get-go. They both knew their roles and both filled them because they saw the position as not a dream but a responsibility as well as a burden that was theirs to bear. As if it could make all their sacrifices worth it. Fools.

Kakashi was the successor because who else could it be?

Gai had the skills but not the political mindset.

Nara Shikaku had the brains for the job but not the physical skill to match it.

Kakashi checked all the boxes.

His reputation in all of the shinobi nations was strong. Enemies feared him. Allies respected him. The Hatake clan itself was known for its loyalty to Konoha. His record is second only to the Sannin themselves. He may have never wanted the post, but that was what made him good at the job. And he had a very successful 12 years, right?

[dracallyart]

Share with us the lore behind Shieru and Orochimaru, please! I found your art through the latter's tag and they look so appealing together in a way that's hard for me to put words to. Old friends, perhaps?

Thanks for sharing!

AAAAAA!! Absolutely!! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to yap about these two hehe 🙏Also, thank you so much for finding them very appealing, you made my day!

I don't have their full story completely complete, as I only started working on it a few days ago and kept building on it as I went. As a warning; this will be LONG. The reason why is because Shieru and Orochimaru's story would be considered a slow-burn, due to Orochimaru needing a proper redemption arc and eventually receiving forgiveness.

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Some important things to note about my character before going on; Shieru is around the same age as the Sannin's, and is considered a very well respected veteran among Konoha. Having been kidnapped when she was young into Danzo's root, eventually escaping in her early twenties where she assisted Konoha during the Second Shinobi war, became a hermit for about a year or so after (due of her past trauma and actions) and returned with being able to summon the legendary bird she made a contract with and learned new, powerful jutsu. In her clan (the Fūrin clan, a fictional clan I made) she is considered the most powerful.

She's incredibly wise, is a sage without the official title and is incredibly knowledgeable on things relating to anthropology from life experiences.

Now! On to her and Orochimaru. (I will be referring to Orochimaru as they/them!) She is aware of everything they have done in the past, and have even affected negatively a student that she ends up rehabilitating back into Konoha. So, when Orochimaru is pardoned in Konoha due to assisting in the war efforts by saving Tsunade and even guiding Sasuke into assisting the village. Shieru begins to keep a close eye on the Sannin, and not long after they wander aimlessly around the village during the "Blank Period Episodes" she asks Kakashi, the current Hokage, to take Orochimaru to travel for around a year or so. As she wishes to see whether they had the ability to be properly redeemed. Due to her experiences as a veteran shinobi, she is allowed to as long as she is with Orochimaru at all times.

So, the two set off. Orochimaru asking why she would take them on a "leisurely jaunt" this way and Shieru would explain she's made a journey like this before, which changed her for the better, and wants to see whether that will do the same effect for Orochimaru. Of course, due to their circumstances, Orochimaru requires constant supervision and so they go on this journey.

Early during their travels, Shieru attempts to act professional and rigid with Orochimaru, often humbling from their acts of the past and occasionally snapping at them. Orochimaru meanwhile would act incredibly sly, teasing and equally as stubborn as Shieru in terms of their conversations. At some point, Orochimaru even begins nicknaming Shieru "Shi-Shi", which only grates her further.

Many points during their travel amongst different lands, Orochimaru finds themselves frozen as they recall a specific memory of certain events that have occurred to them in the past. Whether that be a specific hideout they had nearby, or even finding the spot where the "Three-Way-Deadlock" occurred where he nearly killed Jiraiya. At the beginning they put it aside, but little do they know all these memories begin to eat at them from the inside.

After a good long while into their travel, they've had their fair share of rogue ninja attempting to ambush them. One time, Orochimaru breaks the rule of no direct attack and assists Shieru in fending off some rogue ninja. They both end up working very well fighting together. And this specific incident is what causes Shieru to feel comfortable enough making fun of Orochimaru, she was never afraid of them to begin with. But she gives him the nickname "cornsnake" which causes Orochimaru to react at the slander, which eventually makes the two jab at one another in a more teasing, casual manner. It's around this time Shieru begins acting less professional and rigid with Orochimaru too, as they start having more and more conversations, albeit, it is still too early for Oro to talk too deeply over their thoughts.

MUCH more into their journey, Orochimaru begins to feel emotions they did not feel capable of feeling before. Some of them being shame, and regret. They at one point hurt Shieru's feelings with a statement so out of bounds, and at the beginning they feel nothing, but the abrupt change in Shieru's attitude makes the bubbling feeling of shame rise in their gut. So, a few nights later, they force themselves to apologise. Their apology makes Shieru have to stifle a laugh, and forgive them, which... surprises Orochimaru. But they move on, and it gives Oro much to think about.

The last half of their journey is a lot more eventful, Shieru eventually going the same route she went before on her journey from many, many years ago and telling Orochimaru about her adventures, and eventually opening up about what she got over in her trauma through this journey. Giving her plenty of quiet time to reflect. Though, she jokes due to her being here, Oro had little time to reflect. They disagree with her, but don't continue the thought. It's only through the course of a few more weeks and months that they begin to show frustration, regret and shame for what happened before. Shieru meanwhile is patient, open to hearing Orochimaru's thoughts on the manner, and offers her genuine opinion on certain things. And is, honestly forgiving as she comes to further understand Orochimaru in a deeper level, which does let Orochimaru express deep emotions he's not felt in years.

Through this journey, Orochimaru learns to (slowly) be a better person, and Shieru learns to forgive and further give belief that even those who are villainous by nature do so for a reason.

The drawing I made where they are going for drinks is the day that they return to Konoha, now as friends. And they go for drinks as a bit of a victory for their journey and Orochimaru's much more mellowed out personality. And redemption? They act like indeed old friends going for drinks that night.

And over time, the two do form a deep partnership, specifically once Orochimaru has made up for their past mistakes in a meaningful way, which surprises everyone, but Shieru pacifies Orochimaru in a good manner and does genuinely feel love for them, and Orochimaru treats Shieru incredibly well and feels equal amounts of love for Shieru. This occurs when they're back in Konoha and still continue to hang nearly every day, Orochimaru became accustomed to their presence and finds themselves restless without them around, and Shieru has come to find Orochimaru endearing and enjoys their company just as much.

This of course further mellows out Orochimaru to the point of Boruto! And of course, Shieru is basically Mitsuki's mom (merged their DNA into a petri dish LMAO).

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One reason I wished to make this ship is to further give explanation for Orochimaru's personality during Boruto. Since I do feel we're missing plenty context to why Orochimaru changed so drastically over the decade, I suppose when you've lived so long and have attained the immortality you wish, you do mellow out. But! I also personally love Orochimaru since the Blank Period Episodes, so I wanted to give this little ship a shot!

BUT! This is all of my thoughts! I definitely have more that I might have forgotten to mention, but I will most likely be drawing them a lot more and exploring their relationship further over time, since they've infested my brain since the day I made Shieru. Especially on their one year journey, a LOT can happen at that time, but I only have the template for what occurs.

Either way! Thank you so much for asking me about them!! Once again you made my day by asking that <333 I apologise if it was so long, but if you made it to this point, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk!

[mandoriana]

My ua Naruto!

Orochimaru is one of three legendary sannin, was raised in a laboratory from the genetics of several snakes and a fetus. Orochimaru was born without arms and few believed he would be powerful, but Tobirama and Hiruzen believed that Orochimaru could be a great ninja and helped him develop a fighting style of his own. Orochimaru wants to achieve immortality, but he needs a human body to achieve that.

Facts about Orochimaru!

He was born of an egg.

Jiraya and Tsunade were responsible for hatching Orochimaru's egg.

Tobirama was responsible for Orochimaru's birth, he planned to make a powerful snake that was able to kill enemies and win the war, but unbeaten by that came only one snake cub.

Orochimaru was raised alongside Tsunad and Jiraya as brothers, Hiruzen was his father figure.

He uses his long hair to fight, like whips.

(Sorry for my english)

[lovelijooni]

PECULIAR BOY

Lady Uchiha.、。

Chap 1, chap 2 , ……..

Read on Wattpad here

This is a long one so prepare..✌️

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"Alright.. this is it."

Tsunade muttered. A smirk plastered on her face. Letting out a sigh you think to yourself. Going such insignificant quest to the biggest gambiling hall really shows how much she's been addicted to gambling all these years,it gets annoying. I mean after being labeled as the ultimate sucker u would think she would be ashamed. But she really is like a mother to you. Ever since that day she has helped you adapt to being blind. You have learned how to map out your surroundings or use your seismic sense with your feet and hands. And hell with the help of sparring and training with uncle jiraiya you've managed to be come just as strong as him and tsunade combined! Totally....

Holding tsunade hand as she guides you through the village you gasp at a certain out burst. "THIS PLACE AS THE HIGHEST STAKES IN TOWN!" Shizune exclaimed. Not suprised tsunade could pick a place like this. And no telling how much ryō she'll walk out with. "Oh don't get ur panties in a bunch.. let's do this." She smirked gripping my hand as she proudly marched into the gambling hall

"Master jiraiya.. that beautiful lady we are pursing right now.. is she that tsunade lady you mentioned? Or one of legendary sannin? Like you?" Naruto questioned making small talk as him a jiraiya qcontinue walking their journey. "Why yes she is." He answered smiling at the thought of her "how old..is.she." He shyly muttered. Almost embarrassed at the unusual question. "She is the same as me" jiraiya said. Naruto began to think to himself. Man she ancient. "She actually has a daughter around the same age as you Naruto"  he said. Naruto's eyes lit up. Squealing like the little boy he is as the began to think. I can't wish meet her she just want to be my friend or even my girlfriend he giggled to himself. Jiraiya face palmed as he only can guess what nonsense Naruto is whipping up in his head. "So what's she's two girlies like" Naruto asked "well.. tsunade is kinda pleasant while y/n is a curious and she doesn't talk much but she's great company. Tsunade also the die-hard gambler known far and wide as "the ultimate sucker" he explained "o-ho yeah! It must be easy finding her if she famous" Naruto jumped. Excitement oosing out of his young body. "Oh she's famous alright maybe even legendary"

Sliding open the fusuma I sensed 8 men lined out. A basic gambling set up I suppose. Letting tsunade let go of my hand shizume pulled me close. Feeling her uneasy breath and panicky body I simply rested my head on her side. "Here..all my cash." Tsunade said uncovering her very big suitcase of money. Whispering amongst themselves- after a while they began to

Menacingly chuckle. Yuck. This absolutely shook shizume to the core. Scoffing as I feel Her heart rate increase. This is gonna be another long day of loosing for tsunade huh.

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"Orochimaru."

The girl growled under her breath. Tsunade and shizume defensively took a strong stand in front of the smaller of the three. They have spent a good chunk of their lives raising her to be the happiest and strongest she could be and they'd be damned if he was to take her. "Oh dont worry, I don't plan to seek her yet. In fact I am here for u tsunade." Orochimru purred in his usual slow manner. The little girl began to feel out the frown with the bottom of her foot. Two men. And older and a younger. One bandaged a beat up and.. his arms are half dead. "What could u possibly need with lady tsunade!" Shizune furrowed her eyebrows, clenching her fists as she try's to gain the momentum in this showdown. "We need you lady tsunade. Orochimaru is in critical condition and these are no ordinary wounds. Only you, one of the legendary Sannin can heal him." The white haired boy spoke to tsunade. Buttering her up and using glorification to get her attention but they are only met with a stern silence from her. "If you accept we will bring back your dear little brother and your beloved." Orochimaru sweet talked. You felt a change in tsunades heart rate. It skipped a beat. Becoming irregular and nervous, which is not like the lady tsunade. "Tsu..nade.. you can't possibly be considering his empty promises." The girl behind her whispered. Voice shaky eyes blown wide. This side of tsunade even having to think about her answer left you stunned. Even considering to help a man that wretched. "What do you plan to do." She angrily muttered. Unsure of how to assess her predicament.

"I plan to destroy the leaf" he answered truthfully. She sharply inhaled. Thinking of her loved ones she lost it's clear that she's leaning towards giving in. "lady tsunade! Don't listen to his sweet words. Your brother and my uncle wouldn't want any of it! This would betray them. A betrayal yourself. Your dream, have u forgotten them!" Shizune scolded tsunade. Trying to get her train of thought back in check but she is met with a tsunade that is deep in thoughts. "Tsunade isn't that the place you told be about, where u are from right?" The small girl whispered. Feeling small under the tension of the situation. But still no response. Sighing shizune takes a different approach. A more understanding approach. "I know, it's tempting. But tsunade you've got to wake u-!"

"SHUT UP SHIZUNE!" She declared. Putting the blacked hair girl in a shock. Mouth gaping open in disbelief as she suffered at the sight of this. "Well no need to be in a haste for an answer now, we will expect an answer in a week. But keep in mind- if your answer is yes,"

"This jutsu requires a human sacrifice

"That jutsu requires a human sacrifice"

The girl said in unison with him. Easing is brow kabuto chuckled "seem like that prodigy you have their knows her stuff, where'd you learn that little princess— preschool" he teased. Anger boiled inside of her body. Gritting her teeth together her chakra began to seep out of her. Orochimaru decide to be bold as well. Raising his finger to his mouth. Biting down to draw blood. Y/n felt the blood hit the ground. A embarrassed a small tsunade stood uneasy. Now we use a dumb phobia to gain dominance? She thought to herself I'll show u dominance. "Cmon lady tsunade what are we waiting for let's just finish them off right her- uh" shizune shuttered Feeling the atmosphere shift. This was a special technique y/n developed herself by using her smarts. a chill fell amongst the group. Orochimaru began to tremble at the heavy feeling that engulfed his whole being. It felt suffocating. Such malicious feelings simply shook him to the core. "W—what. What is this feeling" kabuto muttered, shaking as he threw his hand in front of orochimaru in attempt to shield him from whatever was happening. "Menacing aura. A unique jutsu composed by me." The girl smirked. Satisfied with the two men cowering at her intimidation method. "Kabuto let's leave. We will wait for your decision." He shakily spoke. Disappearing with kabuto. Leaving tsunade in shambles. Gathering her chakra back y/n grabbed tsunades side embracing her in a hug feeling a tear drop on her head. "It's gonna be just fine." She reassured.

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"HEY! About her round over here!" Tsunade called the waiter over. Face flushed from her accessive drinking. Already near 10 bottles deep. Letting out a chuckle you shake your head continujngs to eat your food. At least happy to see tsunade back up and running. Feeling your your surrounding out you sense a familiar white haired man enter the tavern along with a boy. "Is that uncle jiraiya?" The small girl asked tsunade. " wha.." she trailed off suddenly hearing s large outburst "TSUNADE!" The hefty man excailmed almost comically pointing his finger at the table you sat at. "JIRAIYA?" "Uncle raiya!" The two said in unison. The small girls face lit up. Smile pushing against the ribbon that cover her eyes. "That are you doing here." Tsunade settled down. Eyes furrowing at the weird run in. "I've been looking all over for you! Should've know you be in here. And n/n! So nice to see my little princess" he made himself comfy in the booth with you hugging your side.

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"It's like a reunion. All the old faces coming back the same time" tsunade stated coldly. Taking a sit out her sake for the nth time. "I know you mean orochimaru." Jiraiya asserted. Shizune gasped shocked by his bold words. You can to the stare at him in confusion. Wondering where he plans to go with this. "So, what happened." The white haired man placed a strong hand on the table to show that he was serious.

"Oh nothing just an exchange of greetings." She lied. Pulling a deck of cards from her bosom. Beginning to shuffle them. Placing them on the table for him to take a hold of her she spoke up. "Well why have you been looking for me?" A determining face looked right at the deck picking it up to shuffle it again. "I'll cut right to the chase." He dragged. Anticipating what he will say next you place your head on the table listening closely. "In its wisdom the leaf has decided to name you the fifth hokage." He finally droped the bomb. Stunning the whole table.

Even making that mysterious blonde choke on his food. "You heard about the third hokage right." The blonde boy looked confused. Eyes knitted together in curiosity. The whole table had a slight tension. Shizune looking down deep in thought. "That's right. It was Orochimarus doing right? I heard about. In fact he told me himself " She said pstill half focused on the cards. Even tho tsunade never dared to tell you more than surface level things about the leaf village you still knew about the idea of the job of their hokage. And for their hokage to be killed by the same sickly creature Orochimaru must be a large threat. The tables attention is directed to the outburst of the blond him next to Jiraiya.

"wait are you really saying Orochimaru really killed the old man? Who is this jerk anyway!" He loudly demanded causing a disturbance to the tables atmosphere. "He's one of the Sannin just like tsunade and i" jiraiya said calmly. Still half focused on the game. "But then why? You three are all from the leaf village right? They he do it!" He asked "who's this brag u dragged long with you." Tsunade spat out. " yea he sure seems like an immature little runt" you said. Venom laced in your tone annoyed that obnoxious boy. Jiraiya chuckled a little at your insult. "This is Naruto uzumaki" he said, earning a suprised look from tsunade.

"Yea you better believe it little blind mouse" he stuck out his tounge. You growled at his in appropriate behavior. "But wait a sec! I'm not finished yet I still don't under stand thing being said! So this guy, you know he's the one who murdered the old man what have you done about it." He declared standing in his seat to get his point across. Aggravating the whole table. "He's the Sannin he's one of you guys,why is he still roaming free!? And oh what's the deal about her being the fifth hokage?!"

"Naruto sit down." Jiraiya said sternly. Causing the boy to hush. Looking through id cards he smirked. "I'll say it again. The leaf village has made its final decision, they have chosen you to be the fifth hokage. So.. what your answer" he said. Awaiting her answer. She began to think back at the promise Orochimaru gave her. Her little brother. Her beloved. What a dream it would be for them to be back. She only could see the leave burned up in flames without a care in the world. "Well I'm waiting? What's ur answer." He asked. Suddenly the boy began to continue with is childish tantrum.

"Uhh arghh.. I don't under stand any of this!" He exclaimed his frustration, but his antics are ignored. Throwing down her deck tsunade spoke up, "I decline." She said. Looking away from jiraiya. Crossing her hands as she made her final answer. "You know, I remember you saying that the first and only time I asked you out." He reminisced about the only days with him and tsunade. "Wait you asked tsunade out" you butted in holding in a laugh as you painted that picture in your head. "Pftt! I wonder how that went." She joked lighting the mood gracing everyone with a small giggle except for the weird blond.Ruining the moment Naruto groaned loudly again "would somebody tell what's going on! You don't me we where gonna bring her back to heal sasuke and kakashi? Then you pull this homage stunt and to top it off- she says no!" He groaned.

"Don't worry Naruto she can refuse. There's no one else. During the Great War she tributed to the leafs victory the most with her strength and healing arsenal. And more she has raised a powerful asset that could too tribute to the leaf village along with being the granddaughter of the first hokage. So with all these factors she is the clear and only choice." He narrated about the woman. She never told you what great feats she had accomplished such as that. "Tsunade. Did you really do all of that.. just for the leaf?" You asked quite curious of this new information. "Yes. I did but that's the past hun" tsunade said rubbing the young girls face. "But anytime I ask about the leaf village it's always the same thing "it's nothing important" if you made great impacts for them to be victorious why is it so unimportant?"

Interrogation. The one thing tsunade feared from you. She never dared to bring up the leaf village for more than 30 seconds around you. Unsure if your memories would flood back to you. "I.. sweetie it's complicated. Okay? You're a child and I won't let you worry about my troubles." She said. "Well I don't thi-" you began to protest against tsunamis words only to be cut off my a continuing jiraiya."And when she accepts she'll come back with us. It's been thought out but I don't expect you to understand." He teased pulling another growl from Naruto. "Your slipping jiraiya. This apprentice isn't at all like your last, he's a fool with a big mouth..funny looking too!" She said emphasising the last bit. "What?!" The blond boy growled causing you to snicker at her childish attitude.

"Well to be fair it's difficult to compare anyone to the fourth! He shows amazing signs of become the best ninja since generations, I bet you'd know what that looks like with this little prodigy on your hands" Jiraiya stated winking at you and smiling. "What" you said confused of what he was doing. Only being able to hear the sound. "Oh.. yea I forgot you were blind. I was just messing with you" he nervously laughed scratching his head at the dumb mix up. "Yes my girl is quite the sight to see. And with all that beauty and brains she'll surpass me in no time." Tsunade boasted. Squeezing your cheek playfully. "But you know, all that didn't save him from dieing young. Throwing his life away for the village?" She spat. Her ugly words awoke a different feel at the table. Everyone stunned at her vicious words. Except for you. You never knew the village. "Life is different from money. To risk your life against all odds, that's a suckers bet." She criticised the hokage in such a way Naruto began to become boiling hot with anger. "My grandfather and his successor, they all willingly died. And village is no safer than it ever was. Instead of going off and doing I have a daughter to life for." She said looking at her cards.

"You've changed tsunade. I don't know where your heart lies but to say such things out loud?" He aid confused at her sudden behaviour. Letting out a smile giggle she spoke "don't forget I'm not as young as I look, my years have taught me a lot."

"Saturtobi sensei as well. He died showing off that old age. Count me out at hokage. It's a fools game" Her negitive words unleashed something thing the boy. Jerking your head up from. The table as it began to shake at from Naruto banging on it.his outburst irritated you significantly. Jumping over the table jiraiya began to hold him back only angering you further. "I'm not gonna let you sit there and trash told the old man! I don't care if she is a lady, innocent knock that cynical sneer off her face!" He threatened tsunade. "Are you challenging me-" tsunade began "lay a hand on my mother and I swear I will be the last thing you see." You said grabbing his fist in a death grip. His face turned pale, hand shaking in yours. "Huh are you imtimidated by my little kunoichi there.Where did all those guts go? A Matter fact we should take this outside." Tsunade smirked at your protectiveness's of her. He was shaking like a leaf in his current situation. "What are you that afraid of my little promise?" The girl giggled at the sight. An aspiring ninja cowering at the sight of you how foolish.