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tossawary · 5 months ago

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This is a very niche fic idea that I have no solid intention of actually writing, but... "Naruto" has more than a few self-insert fics and some of them are transmigrations into canon characters. Some of them are about OCs who do not want to be a ninja and are desperately trying to get out of it. There's usually some deliciously frustrating tragedy and horror about the brutal and inescapable military system of Konoha.

So, I thought that it would be kind of interesting to do an OC-insert into Sasuke, probably ultimately more comedic than angsty, as the OC tries to fail out of having to become a ninja, but then has to struggle against the fact that a civilian Sasuke would probably be expected to start a new Uchiha clan ASAP. (They probably have to concede to at least becoming a genin for the benefits of legal adulthood of some kind at 12 years old, even if it means being a part of the damn military.)

But even if the OC would personally love to be a parent someday, they cannot condone participating in what's essentially a breeding program for a new generation of Sharingan-wielding super-soldiers. Children who are probably going to be chewed up and spat out by Konoha someday too.

I think it would be neat to have a character treat the Sharingan like a genetic disorder that they don't want a child to suffer. I think it would have been interesting if canon Sasuke had also wrestled with the idea of letting the Sharingan die out. Fuck it, he'll adopt if he wants to be a dad someday. I also think it would be funny to have an OC-insert whose goal is to get a secret vasectomy (body autonomy!) without the leadership of Konoha finding out.

Sasuke, as soon as Sakura becomes a medical nin: "I need you to do me a huge secret favor and NOT be weird about it."

Sakura, also still currently a teenager: "You're asking me to CASTRATE YOU, AT HOME, IN SECRET, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT BE WEIRD ABOUT THIS?!"

(And there's the whole fucking issue of the "Naruto" universe having cloning, so, no, a vasectomy isn't a solid guarantee of getting out of this. But it might buy Sasuke a few years to figure out how to avoid the mad science route too if anyone tries to force marriage on him at any point.)

Even throwing aside the issue of children, even in an AU where the OC-Insert is cool with having bio children, I think it would be really funny to have a Transmigrator Sasuke announcing outright in the first Team 7 meeting that his dream is to retire super early and become a shinobi tradwife to a super strong ninja.

Kakashi: "...What?"

Sasuke, possibly talking out of his ass to troll his team and because he's already spitefully exhausted: "I said what I said. I'm the only Uchiha left to pass on my clan's techniques, so my dream is to be a stay-at-home ninja, supported by a super strong spouse who can protect my family."

I think this would break Naruto and Sakura's brains. ("Marry Hokage Naruto" is not the worst plan that a transmigrator could come up with, probably.) I think that this would be a super funny start to a Team 7 OT3 in which Naruto and Sakura become rivals for the position of Sasuke's shinobi sugar daddy/mommy. (Naruto doesn't consciously realize that he's competing for Sasuke's hand in marriage at first, but he gets it after a few years or so.)

Kakashi is... So Tired. Obito, are you seeing this shit??? What the fuck.

I know some OC-insert / SI-insert into Sasuke fics exist, I just think the funniest plot direction for a transmigrator in this situation would be to completely bail on both the "take revenge on Itachi" and "rebuild the Uchiha clan" dreams in the least macho ways available.

Also, what WOULD Itachi think of Sasuke abruptly deciding to give up on revenge and to become a house husband instead?

#tossawary naruto #fic ideas #uchiha sasuke #house husband sasuke au

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 6 months ago

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New World (8)

Itachi Uchiha x Reader Fluff

Summary: The world War has met its end and Itachi has returned to his village. He questions whether he should set down his roots here when he meets a stranger. Or rather, a stranger is forced upon him by fate.

Warnings: horny babygirls

Word Count: Your girls got horny writing this. I can't remember the last time I gushed like this. ALso Every fanfic reader/writers nightmare in one chapter

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"What the hell is this?" You whisper to yourself, standing alone in the dressing room with the most intricate Sakura painting on the paper walls, lit up by the lanterns kept in two corners. The night robe you have been given has too much flare. The fabric of the red night dress is soft to the touch and breathable. But the robe that comes over it has practically been doused in fur not letting any cold air pass through. But the reason behind your cussing has less to do with that warm robe than with the fact that your underwear is nowhere to be seen. The night dress does run down to your knees but the thought of not being in your panties and having to sleep in the enemy territory for the night makes you uncomfortable. Not to mention the constant dreadful feeling of being watched by Toge from some corner of this village. With one stretched sigh, you leave the dressing room. The bedroom awaits you with a bed decorated with the local pink rose petals and towel swans.

A little thread inside you snaps on inhaling the overpowering smell of the roses and incense. You stomp to the corner of the bed, take the white bedsheet, pull out all four corners to wrap the roses inside them and throw them outside the huge window overlooking the village before closing it shut.

Just once you want to take an easy breath on this mission. Just once. And that too seems hard to get. Especially with him around, your inner voice whispers. You do not want your thoughts to go that way, but this little devil inside you smirks and struts towards some extraordinarily shady corners in your mind. Quiet, you tell your inner voice, he makes me feel safe, shushing it as if it has spoken something outrageous. Safe enough for you to imagine yourself all over his skin. She whispers the last few words with a stressed honey-filled whisper of a moan. And with that, that image of his naked torso in the hot springs flashes in front of your eyes. Your teeth involuntarily biting down on your lips to get a hold of the reality before those outrageously defined thoughts go too far. The sliding of your bedroom door jolts you awake from your fantasy world and makes you turn around to see the familiar tall figure bow down a little to enter the room without hitting his head on the door frame.

"I brought blankets," Itachi declares with the heavy elk fur blankets looking like they weigh nothing to the man. Itachi is wearing a black fur robe which appears to be his night gown. His chest is bare and so are his ankles. His hair is loose and wet from a fresh wash and you are starting to regret having dark back alleys in your mind. The room now starts to feel small in his presence; a presence which feels positively heavy. Keeping the blankets on the bed, he moves his hand to run back those wet strands away from his face. "I feel like we should ask the village Chief to hold their...uh...ritual...ceremony...what all they call it...today-tonight. Right now." Your staggered voice is not helping your case as your eyes run up from his elbows to his arms, drawing some sketchy scenes inside your head. "Do not push yourself, Y/N-san. You need to rest." It's not your fault. It's not your fault. A voice keeps repeating that inside your head. It's the way he says your name. You do not realise when your body is flushed, sweat droplets form at your temples and the back of your neck. Itachi pauses momentarily beside the bed while you blink blankly at him. He looks at you for a second before moving again. "Let me check for any traps in the room." You nod and press yourself close to the window and out of his way. As he takes careful feline steps along the length of the room, your eyes focus on his fingers brushing against the oakwood dresser kept by the wall, your throat takes an unpreventable gulp. The source of light in this room is the oil lamps burning in the corners to give this room a pinkish hue, thanks to the Sakura theme. The only light brighter than that is the golden hues of the bonfire lit on the temple grounds across the hill. He touches the wall to discover anything unusual, his steps bringing him closer to you. His dominant hand wraps itself around the jug of alcohol to raise it closer to his face and your eyes cannot help but follow the nimble pale fingers morphing into an abstract art of popping veins down the wrist. His lips touch the jug, taking in a sip that glides down his throat. The soft golden fiery hues lighting up his features just enough in the dark are not helping your conscience in her dark alley. At all. His brows furrow momentarily, making you wonder if something is wrong with the drink. And the next second he is choking on it, his hand nearly slipping the jug and a decent bit of that alcohol spilling on his robe.

"Itachi-san! Are you okay?" You quickly grab the hand towels on the dresser behind you and dash towards him; that is what you think you do till his hand rises to make you pause right where you have been standing. Itachi coughs a bit before clearing his throat. His back straightens up and he nods. "I'm fine. The drink is...well, I've tasted better." Of course, you have. You still stand in your spot, but your hand stretches to hand him a towel. He takes it to wipe his mouth before his wet robe takes up his attention. A huge sigh leaves his lungs. "Pardon me," he declares in a low hum as his fingers undo the knot on his robe and his shoulders flex themselves to let the fabric glide off his back. Your breath is caught in your throat till you realise he is wearing white trousers underneath. Itachi folds the fabric when something catches his eye. Watching him step away from you and towards the bed sinks your heart. He stops at the edge of the bed and gets on his knees. Itachi wastes no time being on all fours and crawling just a few inches underneath the space, looking for something. On the other hand, you are glaring at his other arm that acts as his anchor, his robe between his fingers; the fingers gripping the fabric till he has found what he is looking for. And when he comes back to sit on his knees, you exhale a little, grabbing onto the window sill as your legs cross over each other and you try your best to look away from the pink-shaded abs teasing you from the distance. His hand has brought out a red cloth from underneath the bed. The cloth shines with a silken finish in his hands as he twists the fabric in one hand, wrapping it up neatly. "Don't touch this," he announces, tucking the fabric in his trouser's back pocket. "Yes, sir," you whisper without realising. And immediately regretting it. Itachi must have not heard it, for he gets up and walks past you to the other side of the room, leaving you to ravel in his natural redolence. The lone table at the other end of the room is graced by his hands on either side, curious if it can be pulled away from the wall. His arms are flexing, and so are the muscles on his back as he tries to pull the table towards him, his hips feeling the tethered force of the measle piece of furniture, forcing a low grunt to escape. Your left hand is clawing its nails into the window frame while your right thumb is being bit under your teeth with all your might. Get out of that alley, you are panting at your conscience. Please. Please. Please! The table is torn from the wall and thrown into the paper wall covering the dressing room. The remaining wood in the indents of the wall reveals two black bricks. The former assassin quickly picks one in each hand and turns to walk towards you. "Open the window," he commands in a low tone. You religiously move your hands to open the latches. Even before you are done pushing the window frames out, you feel his arms come over from behind you and throw out the bricks from either side. You turn around, calculating the proximity between you and his chest. While he is busy frowning out the window at what was possibly an attempt to poison you two, your eyes go up to land on his jaw, studying the skin, the texture, the turns; a little too well. The sound of splintering wood brings you out of the trance. Itachi's bare hands have broken the frame of the window behind you and instead of tending to the wound where a splinter has gashed through the skin of his hand, he is looking at you with the intensity of a thousand suns. Only this time you are concentrating on his wound. "You're hurt-" "I need to go," Itachi declares, taking the ripped frame with him and walking out of the door, leaving you confused. Lustful and confused.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"You go in. I'll survey the surroundings here," Kakashi announces, disappearing into the night before Itachi can say anything about being handed the elk fur blankets. You are the only person present in the wing at this moment and he has his senses on high alert. Higher than usual. I do not trust the men here, he justifies in his internal monologue, pausing his quiet steps outside the door as he is flashed with memories of his bare chest in the hot springs. His mind has paused all the calculations now. It is purely curious now. And with that intention, he enters the room, declaring his presence. Keeping the blankets on the bed, he moves his wet hair away from his face to appear a little decent in front of you. "I feel like we should ask the village Chief to hold their...uh...ritual...ceremony...what all they call it...today-tonight. Right now."

He can hear you. Loud and clear. But his mind is showing him his exposed arm pressing onto a thigh. He pauses. Must be some third-grade trickery by the village assassins, he thinks to himself. "Do not push yourself, Y/N-san. You need to rest." It's not your fault, he can hear the words being whispered somewhere. It's not your fault, they are echoing. With a voice too familiar to him these days. It's the way he says your name. It's you. It's your voice. And accompanied by your voice are flashes of sweat droplets running down from your temples, travelling your jaw to hurry down your neck. Itachi pauses, questioning how you are doing that. You are not, he answers the question himself and looks at you for a second to grasp any traces of Gen Jutsu around you. "Let me check for any traps in the room," he announces before moving to the nearest wall. When he brushes his fingers against the oakwood dresser, the flash comes again. This time, not as hazy as before. His fingers seem to be running over a bare abdomen, creating ripples of goosebumps. This time he can feel the skin under his fingertips and a familiar aroma in his nostrils. He moves his hand away from the table to the wall, investigating for anything out of the ordinary; that is, apart from the twisted psych attacks- if one can call them that. He can hear your heart beat faster as the distance between you closes. He pauses at the table between you two, reaching for the jug of alcohol kept on the table. The flashes come again when he raises the jug to his mouth. This time, his hand is gripping a neck, bringing it closer to him. He can smell that aroma again, this time the touch is heated and the neck is flushed. And his lips- which were reaching for the alcohol mere seconds ago- are kissing yours. When the kiss has deepened to the point of you moaning and his tongue wanting to taste your mouth, he realises the twisted reality, surprising himself into choking on the drink and spilling some onto his robe.

He hears you worry, making him raise his hand to stop you from coming any closer. "I'm fine," he coughs, apologising for his ungentlemanly behaviour. He takes the towel you offer, not able to get that image out of his mind. Itachi's instincts are riled up, his mind working ten steps ahead, ready to test the waters all the while making sure he does not cross any lines. He begs your pardon as he gets out of the wet robe. There is that aroma again. Your scent. Covering him all over. If it's the scent then there has to be- His thoughts trail off as he finally finds what he is looking for. He walks to the side of the bed and gets on his knees, to reach for the red fabric resting under the bed space. The talisman. Just when he grabs it, flashes of him gripping the silk sheets on the bed run through his mind. But that is not all. He can see his naked back clear as day, even that moles, and he can see you laying between him and the sheets looking up at him with a want. He is panting for breaths, and so are you. He can feel the drops of sweat run down his chest while he is devouring the view of your breasts glistening. Even as he comes back to sit on his knees, he can feel his hand run the length of your thighs, with your legs wrapped around his waist. The flash disappears, but the sensations remain in his mind. He seems to know what is going on but does not say. His hands work on folding the fabric and keeping it somewhere away from you. "Don't touch this," he declares as he puts the fabric in his pocket. "Yes sir," he can hear the microscopic stagger of your heated exhale in that whisper and the fog of that flash bring the sensation of a hand run over his butt. His mind curses. He does not remember the last time he cursed like this. Or that last time he felt so...filthy. But rip it in the bud, he grows internally to himself before getting up and walking to the last place that seemed suspicious- the table lodged into the wall on the other side of the room. He grabs the edges on either side to move it away from the wall, wanting the flashes to stop. To stop or else... The frustration shows externally when a grunt escapes him at the failed pull. And so it comes again.

This time you are on the table, your legs wrapped around his waist and your nails digging into his back. His flawless butt is exposed to the room as it jiggles with him sloppily rutting into you with the familiar grunts, bringing periodic coarse moans out of you. Please. He hears your voice. And he can see your face. He can see your body moving every time he pushes into you. Your eyes are tearing up. Your mouth is open wide at the edge of pleasure. Please, you beg again, this time urgently. Itachi feels his pace rush as if his body is running on your commands. Please! That moan of yours is turning into a growl as your head falls back at the peak of your climax. And before he can reach his, the table is torn away from the wall to be thrown away, bringing him back to his reality. And there they are, resting in the nook hidden in the wall- black brick-shaped gemstones. They are still hot when Itachi grabs them and orders you to open the window. Just as your hands have pushed the panes away, he throws the stones out, down the hill. He only breathes once he has heard them crash into pieces against the rocks underneath, resting one hand on the window frame. But they come again. This time with the touch of your fingers on his jaw, lazily running down his neck before he feels your teeth dig into his skin right where his jaw meets his neck. He snaps. At least that is what he thinks he did. It is the window frame that has been snapped instead. And all he can do is look at you; your eyes with no unadulterated intentions behind them as they worry about the blood that is not yours. "I need to go." He knows if he stays a second longer, he might do something there will be no coming back from. Rushing out the door bare-chested, he is already running into Kakashi in the corridor. For the first time in his life, Itachi seems the situation- that heavily involves him- requires an explanation. "There's-" "Geisha's Opals inside? From the smell I could guess there were two stones." Kakashi seems to have figured it out. "I waking the chief up to prepare the ritual." Itachi nods. He wants to say something more but all he can do is inhale a lungful. "She doesn't realise her thoughts are more graphic than the latest volume of my favourite Icha Icha Paradise novels," Kakashi exhales, visibly tired. "You could see them-" "The burned Opals along with a rose incense are powerful aphrodisiacs," Kakashi explains with his hands as if he was having a casual conversation with his colleague, "combine that with her empath skills, she created an atomic flash of...well..." he gestures vaguely at everything and then at Itachi. "Dress up, let's just get this over with," Kakashi admits before disappearing into the night again, leaving Itachi to make peace with the fact that the Konoha village's Silver Fang saw everything. Every. Single. Flash.

#itachi uchiha #itachi x reader #itachi x oc #itachi x you #itachi smut #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi fluff #Maladaptive Ninja

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phantomchick · 5 months ago

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

Naruto

Hear the silence by EmptySurface the self insert fic that got me to start giving other SI fic a chance, continues to be great

the name of the game by a_sassin Follows the story of a civilian shogi player in the Naruto world and all the shinobi trouble she gets dragged into.

If You Give Me A Sword by TakaGang Ichigo (from Bleach) is the firstborn of the Uchiha mainhouse and Itachi is relegated to middle child.

Senju Of Wave by TheBeardedOne Naruto raised by Tsunade au

With Friends Like These by RecklessWriter sasuke time travel fix it

BNHA (can't believe the manga's ending in 5 chapters? Time flies)

The Democratic Republic of One for All by featherlessquill (CinnamonScribbles) All Might tells Izuku he can't be a hero, the echoes of One For All vote and decide they think he can and give Izuku the quirk

Harry Potter (disclaimer: I'm not a terf/transphobe fuck jkr)

Encounters of the Future Sort by CalmlyErratic The fifth marauders + Lily and Snape travel forward in time to Harry's fifth year. Chaos and angst ensues.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Snake by gonzoclock James and Lily baby trap Voldemort without his knowledge, Harry is Lily and Tom's bio son.

Fascist ideology in the Harry Potter Fandom. [Or, for real everyone, we are in the middle of a global rise in fascism please *think* about the things you're reading and the ideas they're platforming.] by skeli666 excellent meta is excellent

Star Wars

Biting His Own Tale by ADragonsFriend Anakin time travels, this does not make stopping Palpatine's plans magically simpler. Cathartic for those who wanted Darth Vader to actually do the work to atone after Luke redeemed him and for those who find prequel fix its unrealistically easy with just knowledge of Palp's identity/the clone chips sometimes.

Batman

Wings over Gotham by icarus_chained platonic abo my beloved, divergent from no man's land on, one of my favourite series

straight back by TheResurrectionist That oliver gets mad at batman on his friend bruce wayne's behalf fic. If you follow my tumblr you've already seen me reccing this but still can't leave it out

let the light in by TheResurrectionist that other great platonic ollie & bruce fic

Chronicles of Narnia the seas of all i knew by softtooth_jpeg edmund/caspian, I love the way this fic goes into Edmund's psychology and why he acts the way he does at the start of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, top tier writing

Four Thrones by shinealightonme A short but great fic that shows the Pevensie's transition from the end of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe to kings and queens.

A:TLA

Waiting on that morning sun by DustOnDaydreams

“To the Generals, Admirals, Officers, Soldiers and Sailors of the Fire Nation, Halt your advance. Pull back to your nearest military stronghold, and await further orders. Do not engage any forces unless absolutely necessary for your own defence. Put out any fires you come across. Sign it only with the full list of the Fire Lord's titles." “Your Majesty, do you not want to put your name to the missive?” A young pimpled scribe squeaked out to the shocked silence. “No. I want them to obey the order.” Or Zuko's transition from child soldier to young monarch in charge of a corrupted nation

MARVEL

(Un)Fortunate Circumstances by lomku au where Tony and Steve meet differently

Or how Steve wakes up from the ice in the SHIELD facility, runs into Tony, and kind of kidnaps him in his bid for freedom.

Even the Score by Sineala for phoenixmetaphor stony oneshot, Tony high in the hospital panics and attacks Steve. Super good.

Sucker Punch by Sineala Angst. Angst. Angst. Oneshot. Steve never quite warms to Tony Stark, Avengers benefactor. The Molecule Man never strips Iron Man out of his armor. Life goes on for the Avengers, but as disagreements split the team -- and Shellhead and Winghead -- again and again, Steve wonders why Iron Man always picks Tony over him. And when Steve finds out, it happens in the worst way possible. Captain America was a good man by ElnaK inspired by Sineala's work this is Tony's side of the fic, "Sucker Punch". IT'S SO GOOD BUT PREPARE FOR ANGST.

yugioh

Legally Insane by Xparrot continues to be my fave yugioh fic

Percy Jackson

ATLOP: Trial by Fire by WardofWinters (QoLife)

Percy was having a normal day at the beach, until he decided to try to waterbend like Katara from his favorite show.

Nothing to make a song about but kings by iwillpassthis

It’s a fortune that Poseidon has a mortal son, because when an ancient curse hits his kingdom and all the sea gods disappear… well, someone must rule.

Original work

The Gift of Perfect Knowledge by BookmarkBookworm

#fic recs #weekly fic round up #batman #dc comics #marvel #percy jackson #pjo #yugioh #naruto #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #a:tla #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the chronicles of narnia #star wars #fic rec

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hegoeshardasfuck · 14 days ago

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too many and not enough

wordcount: 3K

tags: cockwarming, mild eye horror, kinktober, goretober, medical kink, femdom, mild blood, consensual but not safe or sane, eye implants

synopsis: maybe Sasuke gets off on Sakura cutting things open with a scalpel abnormal amounts, maybe he gets off on it even more when he's the subject of her experimentation

authors note: written for day 19 of kinktober/goretober!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59884975

Maybe it was unethical.

Maybe it was twisted.

Maybe it was fucked up.

But sometimes you gotta push all that aside in the name of science.

That was Sakura's reasoning when a cooler full of eyes landed in her hands from her old teacher.

"Do what you want with them," Orochimaru said bluntly, "I don't want them in my office anymore."

Sakura nodded along eagerly, "Do you have any ideas?"

A sly smirk grew steadily on his face, "Ethical or unethical?"

"Either or," Sakura said. So many of her own were already running through her so fast. She could do so many things with a box of eyes, presumably fresh, they might even work if they're new enough. She hopes that they're new enough for that. She's been wanting to try embedding eyes into things for so long, she just never had the supplies available.

And now her old teacher, practically reading her mind, brings her a box of eyes. He shouldn't even be within the walls of Konohagakure anymore, Jiraiya and Tsunade alike doing their best to beat it into his skull that he wasn't allowed. But he kept sneaking back in to check in on his old student, to see if she's still upholding the mantle of his illegal experimentation.

Considering that he found her in his old blocked off catacombs, she was almost done rewiring the place with some assistance, he'd like to imagine that she is picking up where he left off.

Or maybe she's just refurbishing the place as is her right.

Either way he'd be happy with it.

Her body was never meant for him to inhabit, he just took her on as a student of ruthless medicinal jutsu's and bio-science. She held prowess that the village didn't want to recognize, so he taught her before being kicked out.

"See how many you can fit on an Uchiha," Orochimaru said, "Itachi, Shisui, and Sasuke remain."

"Shisui remains?" Sakura asked.

Orochimaru hummed. "Maybe he died when I wasn't looking."

"Yeah, I think he did."

"What a shame, he was such an interesting boy. He survived Aburame poison, maybe he really did kill himself in the end. I would've loved to cut him open."

"It would've been fun to see what let him live through it."

"But, truthfully, I merely hope you have fun doing what you want with these eyes- they're special."

Sakura lights up like a christmas tree, "Special?"

Orochimaru nodded, "Very, you'll see when you open the box. Now I really must be going, I'd like to avoid being Tsunade's punching bag if I can."

"Alright, I'll keep report of how the body reacts to the implants."

There's a small smile on Orochimaru's face, "Good, good."

-/-/-/-

Sasuke's been a part of his girlfriends experiments before.

They were all little things though.

He wasn't directly involved in them either, he usually just pissed in a cup or gave her some blood. He even let her look at his rinnegan once, remove it from the socket oh so tenderly and place it back once she was done. The process to put it back left him with a gnarly scar running from the corner of his eye to his temples.

But he loved her.

So it was fine.

Even if the woman he loved was definitely a mad scientist with extremely dubious ethicals, he found it undeniably hot when she vivisected someone. He doesn't even know why she did that actually. She just did one night. Walking home to find her with a stray shinobi out cold on the coffee table and deep incisions in their chest was beyond awkward.

It was hot though.

The way she looked with bloody gloves and a crazed grin on her face, the scalpel glinting in the yellow tinted living room light. Sasuke sat down beside her and just asked questions as she worked away on the poor bastard. Who is he to deny Sakura her hobbies, she lets him "spar" with Naruto every weekend so he'll let her kill criminals and take them apart for fun.

He hopes they're criminals at least.

If they aren't criminals he'll keep his mouth shut.

He's done some dubious things in his past, his girlfriend is allowed her fair share of morally dark gray activities.

In spite of his adamant approval of her sciences, he's still a little bit scared when he's told to strip down and take a seat on a chair vaguely akin to one in a dentistry office. His grip on the sides of the chair is tense, she had removed the arm rests and lowered it to almost be on the ground. The cool air of her infinite expanse of laboratories seeped into his skin, snake decals etched into the wall and slowly being painted over.

He knew she was taught by Orochimaru, he'd been here once or twice, and by far this was the most overhauled room. It went from run down and an easy to tear apart in case of the Hokage doing investigations to a room that looks sterile in every way. He didn't think that she had inherited her old teachers entire lair, every single hidden room and twisting path that lay inside was hers.

She could do whatever she wanted with them.

And she chose to continue doing twisted experimentation just like her old teacher did. He supposes that he did something similar when he picked up some medical work after Tsunade finished teaching him.

Sakura is smiling as she lays out her tray, tools are on top of it. He watches as they glint under the LED light, scalpels for the most part, pliers as well, and something that looks like a spoon. A very small spoon, but he thinks that's what it is that's resting right next to a syringe full of who knows what.

"So," Sasuke started with as Sakura turned to face him.

She stood high above him and the light kept him in her shadow, "Yes, Sasuke?" She crouched down to place her tray of tools on a stool next to the chair.

"What're we doing this time?" He asked. He tried his best not to let fear work it's way into his voice. He also tried to hide the excitement as well, and the faint hint of arousal.

Faint isn't the right word though.

Not his fault he kinks out a little bit on her running scans on him and taking his blood pressure.

He doesn't even know why he does.

But as she turns the scalpel on him he realizes really fast that he was feeling jealous and horny whenever he caught her cutting open random shinobi.

"Little things," Sakura said calmly as she tilted the scalpel over in the light, searching to make sure it wasn't gunked up. She placed it back down on the tray before standing to pull down the light closer.

"Little things usually don't require scalpels and pliers," Sasuke said.

"Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but I thought you might look pretty with extra eyes."

"What?"

"None on your face of course," Sakura said, "I don't want to ruin your looks, I just want to see if they'll take for the most part."

"You're putting one of your eyes in me?" Sasuke's voice is strained with fear, arousal, and some form of endearment. How sweet. He wouldn't mind doing a trade, it'd be like wedding rings but far more visceral. He'd be interested in that one day if she ever wanted to.

Sakura held back a small snort of laughter, "Fuck no, not right now at least. My old teacher gave me a cooler full of eyes and I thought you might like some of them."

"Where are you gonna put them?" Sasuke asked as he watched her tie back her hair.

She shrugged, "Don't know, upper arm, you usually wear t-shirts."

"I don't have eye holes there," Sasuke said.

"What do you think the scalpels for?" Sakura asked.

Sasuke's heart fell into the pit of his stomach. Not really because of fear though, more because he didn't realize it sooner, "Oh."

"Don't worry though," Sakura said, her voice was sickly sweet, "I'll keep you distracted from the pain."

"With some anesthetic?" Sasuke asked.

"Well, yes, anesthetic, and to make up for the fact I'm cutting eye sockets into you I thought I'd ride you."

Pangs of want shoot through him at the idea.

But he represses it best he can despite the fact he's only in shorts, he ditched wearing undergarments.

"Won't that mess up your work if you're riding my dick?" Sasuke asked.

"That's why you're gonna stay still the entire time," Sakura said, "If you don't I might hit a vein, you wouldn't my shirt to get all messed up, would you?"

"I could buy you a new one."

"It's the principle, Sasuke."

"I know."

"Do you want me to ride you as I cut you open?" Sakura asked, voice a little bit less cold.

Sasuke nodded a bit faster then he meant to, "Of course I do." She can practically hear the fact he's salivating at the idea, he does a good job hiding it on his face but his voice betrays him.

-/-/-/-

Just as she said she would, Sakura rides him.

Well, she just sort of sits there. Straddling him and keeping him from bucking up into her with the fact she has a blade to his pectoral. The anesthetic was strong enough to leave him with only a dull sting as she cut open his skin and extracted the flesh to leave an eye sized crater.

"You're such a tease," Sasuke hissed as she leaned in, he tried not to moan at the slightest motion.

"I'll leave you begging once we're done with this," Sakura said as she raised the skin from the meat in the hopes it'd form some sort of eyelid. There's enough muscle in his chest that she can safely dig in deep enough without it risking his ribs.

Sasuke scoffed, "You better."

Sakura sat up straight and brushed down his bloodied chest of small chunks of flesh. With her scalpel placed to the side she stood up and Sasuke gasped because what the hell Sakura?

"Hey-!"

"Be a good boy and hold tight, I'll be back in a second," Sakura said as she walked over to the cooler of eyes.

Sasuke just whined. He was bold enough to raise a hand from where they lay limp at his side. His motions are slow and his eyes are on Sakura, back turned to him. The second his fingers have wrapped around his cock Sakura turns to face him.

"You know, I don't have to sit on your dick while I do this." In her hands she held a tray with a set of eyes. All of them were bright ruby red with varying amounts of magatama's looped around the pupil.

Sasuke raised his hands high in surrender.

"That's what I thought." She places down the tray and brackets him once more, knees on either side of his. The fact she can balance with so little of herself on the chair is impressive, her hands are raised to the headrest, gripping it on either side of his head. He stares up at her and she stares back, emerald matches purple and black, and he feels fear that easily blends with arousal. At this rate he wouldn't be shocked if they were the same to him.

She leans in to press a quick kiss to the corner of his lips.

Sasuke spoke quietly as she reared back, "Where'd you get my clans eyes from?"

Sakura shrugged. "I'll ask Orochimaru about his sources later."

"Do you know what belonged to who?" Sasuke asked.

Again, she shrugged. "They all look the same to me, none of them were fully labeled, they were just in sets with initials."

Sasuke nodded. "Were any labeled with U.M."

"Only one," Sakura said, "Why?"

"Those were my moms," Sasuke said quietly.

"Do you want hers now?" Sakura asked.

Sasuke shook his head. "I want you to give me hers if I burn out my current ones."

"I can do that for you, promise," Sakura said.

Sasuke pushed himself up off the chair just enough to press a kiss to the corner of Sakura's lips. "Love you."

A small smile came to Sakura's lips at the words. She raised a gloved and bloodied hand to cradle Sasuke's face, "Love you too."

"Now," Sasuke started with, "How many eyes are you putting in me?"

"Three," Sakura said calmly, "They're all about the same size."

"Are you gonna try and hook them up to my regular eyes?" Sasuke asked as he watched his girlfriend lower herself back down on his cock with ease. He breath caught just a bit as she did so.

"Connecting them to your ocular nerve would be so much work," Sakura drawled, she shifted her hips just a bit to get comfy where she sat.

Sasuke whined at the motions.

"Besides, if they're Sharingan's I think you'll be able to see out of them a little bit regardless of if they're integrated to your nervous system in full," Sakura answered with as she reached for an eye.

It was almost slippery in her grasp, and she didn't want to burst it by gripping too hard. Washing up the cytoplasm-esque fluids within eyes is such a hassle, it'd stain her shirt permanently. She dips it in a fluid first, she'd composed it of blood samples and the fluids she siphoned from the inside of Sasuke's eye socket when he let her inspect his rinnegan. He was out cold for most of that, he didn't even know she took cells and fluids from inside of it.

She struggles to hold open the wound she so exquisitely carved into his flesh with only one hand.

"Need a hand?" Sasuke asked. He sounded breathless really.

Sakura nodded, "I just need you to hold the upper lid."

He does exactly as told, and there's something about the act of peeling back his own flesh at Sakura's whim that makes his stomach twist with pleasure. He wouldn't be shocked if her implanting an eye into his flesh made him cum considering that this alone makes him err closer to the edge. It'd be downright debilitating if he did orgasm due to Sakura shoving an eye into his chest.

But fuck.

It very damn well might.

"Just, hold very still."

Sasuke does exactly as told, he even holds his breath as she holds the eye over the open wound. Her touches are so gentle that he can't register them with the anesthetic in place. She carefully slides the orb into place. It didn't actually want to go in though. Watching her try to prod it in was far more erotic than it should've been.

And when it does slide into place, securing itself and locking into his flesh with a sharp sting, he cums. A loud moan falls out of him and shock plays itself out on Sakura's face at the brief buck of his hips. Shame quickly coils up to replace the high of pleasure, bright red lays itself out on his face as the newly embedded eye twitches in place.

The shock quickly turns to a grin. "So you get off on it, no wonder you're so happy to be my guinea pig."

"And?" Sasuke snapped back, "You never said I couldn't."

"No, no, I'm not upset. It's a lot better to have someone eager to be part of my experiments," Sakura said, "There's a lot less laws I need to dodge."

Sasuke's lips quirked to a smile, "So you do kill innocent people."

"I never said whether or not they're innocent, I just said that the law doesn't like my methods of science," Sakura mused as she raised a hand to the eye on Sasuke's chest. It was like brand new, darting around the room dazed, in desperate search of where it was. She's shocked it can even do that, there shouldn't be enough of a consciousness left in the eye alone to do so. She glides the eyelids closed on it, Sasuke shuddered at the feeling.

"Don't worry, I won't tell," Sasuke said, it was more of a promise really. He'd never tattle on Sakura to the Hokage, even if the Hokage was his friend with many benefits. He wouldn't dare.

"And I won't let your little secret get out either," Sakura said.

-/-/-/-

The eyes take.

Sasuke can't see out of them, but Sakura was right, he doesn't look too bad with crimson embedded in his flesh.

She made sure to cut eyelids into the holes for each one so they aren't always open and drying out. It makes him a lot less likely to wake up, drag himself to the front of the mirror, and yelp because there are extra eyes on him. He's still getting used to it.

He's prodding at one embedded in his upper arm when Sakura walks out to get her morning coffee.

"Can you not finger yourself this early in the morning?" Sakura asked.

Sasuke goes red at the statement. "I'm not fingering myself."

"You're certainly doing something with yourself." Sakura gave an amused hum, "Do you like them?"

Sasuke nodded, "I love them."

"I thought you'd be more apprehensive around eyes, but I'm glad you let me," Sakura explained, "I still have a lot left, not sure what I'll do with them."

"You could always give me some more..." Sasuke left the notion open.

"If I keep adding eyes you'll have to wrap yourself in bandages."

Sasuke sighed. "Yeah. Just a thought."

"I'll find something else to put in you though," Sakura assured, "I don't know what yet, but I'll find some somewhat harmless experiments for you if you'd like me too."

Sasuke still isn't sure how he feels about the eagerness that sprouts inside of him. He smiled before speaking, "Sounds lovely."

#naruto smut #sakusasu #sasusaku #kinktober 2024 #writing #lemon #smut fanfiction #kinktober #smutfic

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rinisasaki · 7 months ago

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Rini's Bio || Part 2/?

Background

Very rough draft, Ill come back and fix/add things as needed. :D

A couple years prior to Rini’s birth, during the years of the Third Shinobi World War, her mother Kohana stumbled upon a young Konan, who was eight years old, alone in the war-torn streets. Despite the dangers and scarcity of resources, Kohana took Konan under her wing, becoming a surrogate guardian and protector. Together, they came upon Yahiko.

Meanwhile, Nagato, newly orphaned, found solace in the companionship of Ryuu, another lost child wandering the desolate streets in search of sustenance and shelter. Drawn together by their shared lineage, Nagato and Ryuu formed a bond naming themselves brothers.

Amidst the scarcity and turmoil of war, Kenji was deployed on the battlefield, Kohana took care of both Yahiko and Konan and eventually found Ryuu and Nagato as well, while they were scavenging for essentials amidst the ravaged streets. Their chance encounters led to the formation of an unconventional family unit. 2 years later, Kenji returns home and Kohana gives birth to Ryuu’s daughter, Rini.

Rini grew close to the Amegakure trio, often playing with them before they went off to be trained by Jiraiya. Once returning, forming the first and original Akatsuki.

From the moment Rini could speak, her grandfather Kenji Sasaki, taught and trained Rini in medical ninjutsu, biology, chemistry and other related sciences and medical disciplines.

At the age of five. Her parents, along with Yahiko and the rest of the original Akatsuki, lost their lives due to Hanzo’s attack, leaving Rini to be left in the care of her grandfather, Kenji, as well as Nagato and Konan.

For several years, Kenji sent Rini to the various wild forests that surrounded the rain village, where beasts ripped apart other beasts and their young while she was required to treat them medically to advance her medical ninjutsu.

Rini at six, started at the ninja academy. On a walk home, she noticed something troubling on her way with her grandfather: an exchange happening between a child and adults. Concerned, she asked her father about it, but he urged her to stay quiet to avoid trouble.

During one of these walks alone, Rini spotted a girl from her class, Anna, with her mom, looking uncomfortable around a strange man. Rini confronts them, the man is unintimidated and announces he will just take Rini. When Kenji shows up, his look alone scares the man off. This incident led to Rini and Anna becoming friends.

Under Konan's tutelage, Rini's training began, earning her the respect of her peers with her natural talents. Rini experienced a life free of bullying for her academy years, she was quite popular amongst her peers and was well-liked, making friends easily, particularly with the boys as several girls would point out to her. This caused little friction at a more innocent age, but as she grew older, she would notice the view would shift more negatively. The teasing that she was a pretty face which garnered attention would shape her to realize females tend to view her differently, on occasion, as a threat.

After graduating from the academy at nine, she is placed on a 4-man team with a couple kids who were 2 years older than her and also considered prodigies. They were sent to Konohagakure with “Madara” as their sensei disguised as ‘Nagi-sensei,’ (A man native to Konoha, whom he had killed to take his place and get the kids easier access to the village.)

Being transferred to Konoha, Rini quickly befriends Shisui, a boy her age from the Uchiha clan. As it was originally meant as a ploy for her mission which was effectively an undercover mission to spy on Konoha shinobi, students and civilians alike. The true mission was Rini’s: To spy on the Uchiha, its movements and its people.

Despite this, Rini’s friendship with Shisui and growing friendship with her younger peers, Itachi and Izumi, were always true in her heart. She is trained by ‘Madara’ during these years, becoming a Chuunin at 11, a Jonin at 14, then finally an ANBU at 15.

Through the years, Izumi was a good friend to her, and was Rinis only female friend in the village, as her friendly nature became perceived quickly as flirtatious behavior, and her reputation became more skewed as she became closer with men; older men specifically. The once innocent teasing she endured in Amegakure, became more ruthless and vicious as false rumors swirled of a young girl fooling around with adults.

Under Shisui’s captainship in the ANBU, Rini is tasked by ‘Madara’ to spy on Danzo and uncover his motives and where Konoha’s true intentions were in regards to the ever growing strain between Uchiha and the village. Despite their closeness, Itachi and Shisui’s secret meetings were kept hidden from Rini. She spied on them as necessary, providing crucial details back to ‘Madara.’ As tensions escalated and the Uchiha faced persecution, Rini's concerns for her friends, Shisui, Itachi and Izumi grew.

Unbeknownst to Rini, Danzo, being keen on sniffing out rats, was suspicious of Rini and her arrival to the village, her and her teammates' story moved the heart of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen, but he is not one to be played for a fool. He had an eye on their movements for a while, which eventually only came down on her when she, to his surprise, quickly outranked her other two team members. Becoming a Jonin and being taken on as an ANBU under Shisui's recommendation had him task his own son, Kyousuke, to keep an eye on Rini and her movements, knowing she could full well be a spy, therefore a threat to Konoha.

Tragedy struck with news of Shisui’s death, leaving Rini grappling with grief and uncertainty. Afterwards, 'Madara' began communicating with Itachi through Rini, leading to secret meetings that troubled her. Eventually leading to Rini handing Itachi a scroll from 'Madara,' unaware of its contents, unaware it contained details of 'Madara’s' intentions to aid Itachi in the Uchiha massacre.

At the age of sixteen, Rini returned to Amegakure, after the Uchiha massacre. Unbeknownst to her, Itachi found her sobbing on a rooftop, consumed by grief for his misdeeds which later leads to him forging a more trusting bond with her.

Proceeding the Uchiha downfall, Rini returns to Amegakure. Following after, when Rini is sixteen, the news of the death of Anna, she seeks revenge for her, knowing that outsiders were trafficking in her village and she had perished after being sold off. Through knowledge that Konan was seeking to take over a small but powerful village, Rini requests to be placed on an undercover mission as a training courtesan with the intention of finding the main source of trafficking/business exchange and to take it down. Konan held off on her request with the intention of sending someone else to conquer this village for the Akatsuki. Seeing as the village’s main source of income came from its entertainment, destroying it would leave it open to taking over, to create Akatsuki’s first satellite village.

However, after some deliberation, ‘Madara’ and Nagato agree that Rini’s training best suits the delicate and refined nature of the mission and should be the one to go.

Once there, she is immediately made into a courtesan, rather than one in training, due to the traditional ideas that she was already a woman. This leads to her only having undergone training for about 6 weeks. Rini started her short apprenticeship with Oiran Eru in Akachōchingakure (あかちょうちん隠れの里) Akachōchingakure no Sato, literally meaning: Village Hidden Among the Red Lanterns).

By seventeen, in the world of village politics, Rini's goes from a skilled courtesan to a revered oiran, marked by cunning maneuvers and calculated deception. Her striking beauty was matched only by her cunning and intelligence, making her a formidable player in the complex game of power. With deft manipulation and careful planning, she navigated the landscape, using her charm and charisma to manipulate powerful men while concealing her true intentions. In her mission to dismantle the trafficking ring of Akachōchingakure, Rini's strategic prowess helped to unveil its true mastermind, the Daimyō. Through calculated moves and meticulous planning, she orchestrated an operation that exposed the extent of the corruption, revealing that the sinister network extended far beyond mere thugs. Just as she skillfully used courtly behavior and political acumen to secure power for the Akatsuki, Rini utilized her charms and cunning to ensure her success.

With the assistance of Kirigakure’s Head-hunter, Yukino, Rini dismantled the trafficking ring and its military, exposing the extent of their corruption. The entire Akatsuki is there, watching as this destruction unfolds, this being seen as Rini’s final test. With how big this trafficking got, it was a significant moment in shinobi history.

As Akatsuki's first satellite village fell into their hands, Rini faced her final challenge, battling Konan for her place within the organization. Despite her defeat, Konan acknowledged Rini's valor even after facing so many opponents prior, officially inducting her into the Akatsuki. Rini formed a two-man team with Sasori, and after just three years, Sasori and Rini bond closely, and are considered one of Akatsuki’s most formidable team.

#art #rini #naruto oc #akatsuki #naruto #deidara #sasori #naruto rp #itachi #rini art #rini info

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bladedhunter · 1 year ago

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independent multi-muse naruto/boruto rp blog !!!

+ more "hidden" muses in directory below!!!

carrd • directory of all muses w/ bios • memes • opens • thread tracker

MUN STATUS: activity will be slow due to persistent eye problems and memory and concentration issues. Please don't take the lack of replies or me replying to other people and not you personally! It's literally just because I'm in pain and it's hard to concentrate on longer and older threads. Available on dis.cord for mutuals for shorter and quicker replies.

penned by may, 25+, she/her

(old guidelines (doc format))

#;; ooc: who are you #pinned post time!#totally copying reddawnmultimuse with permission

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onlyinsu · 2 years ago

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hi friends! excited to be here and ambitiously hoping i’ll get the pleasure of writing with everyone 🤠 this is lee insu, the troublesome son of a politician whose hobby is counting money and actively passing out because life is wack. i’ll have a little summary of his bio under the cut cause it’s kinda chunk but chuck a like if you wanna plot and i’ll slide right in with my two braincells 👏🏼👏🏼

profile / bio / plots

tw: brief mentions of bullying, infidelity, dementia, suicide, violence, drugs

saw lee insu in seoul. they were counting money then blacked out. i think they’re a/n youth outreach coordinator now? a lot of people say they’re kinda impatient but they seemed super efficient to me, tbh. they really look like kim taehyung and remind me of itachi uchiha though wtf. thought you might want to know because i remember your post about them that said he bullied other students into submission, some even having committed suicide or falling into drug addiction but of course, his parents paid for his freedom. still can’t believe that came out 8 years ago.

insu was raised with a lot of neglect since he was young

his mother being the only person who showed him any ounce of affection that she could spare him with her busy work life

his father was abusive and would always put his political campaigns above everything else, even his own wife and kids

insu began to spiral with the lack of guidance in his life, bullying became a hobby and he did it with a burning passion and did it well

his parents finding out about his ‘extra curricular’ activities in tormenting other students and pay to have his slate cleaned

he also gets into an arranged marriage cause why not, might as well try to clean up this atrocity by slapping it with a big ol’ bandaid, having a nice wife always does the trick

his mother falls victim to dementia shortly after, and he finds out that his father has been cheating on her the entire time with their campaign manager and actively threatens to remove insu off of the will if he acts up or exposes him - to which he obediently, though, hatefully accepts instructions

now, he’s trying to clean up his act because his mother no longer can do that for him and he’s also trying to figure out how to one up his own father

side note: i compared insu to itachi for fun and now idk how to explain myself, i guess he’ll massacre his entire fam to protect his currently nonexistent brother (??) who knows 🤡 also if someone can explain to me how the hell to use this new version of tumblr??? that would be great cause wtf omggggggg

#xoxo.intro #ooc

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historias-multorum · 1 year ago

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August Muse Line Up

Okay, so for August, I’m really gonna focus on muses that doesn’t get a lot of attention or love or are new. So these will be the muses on main for August. As a reminder: 1. You will NOT see the muses that aren’t on main unless its in a preexisting thread/ask. 2. DO NOT ask/request a muse that is not on main, the answer is no.

Naruto Muses

Naomi Uchiha (Madara and Izuna’s mother OC)

Madara Uchiha

Izuna Uchiha

Tsunade Senju

Hana Inuzuka

Itachi Uchiha

Sasuke Uchiha

Ino Yamanaka

Tenten

Hinata Hyuuga

Haruhi Uchiha

BNHA Muses

Aizawa

Sir Nighteye

Natsuo Todoroki

Shoto Todoroki

JJBA Muses

Jonathan Joestar

Mitsuba Higashikata

Osomatsu-san Muse

Karamatsu

Bleach Muses

Byakuya Kuchiki

Isane Kotetsu

Pokemon Muses

Chaser Trainer Resila Pokemon XD Gale od Darkness NPC/OC

Gym Leader Elesa

Resident Evil Muses

Everyone: Donna and Bela (plus Cassandra and Daniela once I finish their bios)

Miscellaneous Muses

Haku Yowane (Vocaloid)

Renji Yomo (Tokyo Ghoul)

Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Hinatsuru (Demon Slayer)

Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer)

Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon)

Sailor Star Healer (Sailor Moon)

Ami Bandicoot (Crash Team Racing Nitro Fueled)

Liz Bandicoot (Crash Team Racing Nitro Fueled)

Tachibana Makoto (Free! Eternal Summer)

Pauline (Mario)

Darcy (Winx Club)

#Your writer is the Ghost(OOC)#A word from the author(Announcements)

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rp-partnerfinder · 10 months ago

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Searching for someone to rp as dark!obi-wan for my Jedi f!OC, Cameron Allen. Also looking for a KIND Itachi Uchiha for Cameron. The plots will be determined via dms.

I ship m/f chemistry, aka, romantic shipping is not guaranteed. Potential bedroom scenes are fade to black. Cameron's bio can be found on my old rp blog @cameron-allen but her SW background will be explained in DM's.

Must be wiling to rp via Discord. My handle is thegreenone. (with the period).

fandoms: Star Wars, Naruto (franchise)

Age: im 30. please be over 18.

Style: long term with anything from one liners to a few paragraphs. Quality over quantity, just give me something to work with.

Comment, reblog, or DM either here or on Discord if interested, please.

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lesbiankoby · 2 years ago

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[posts my bio for mizuki in one post]

name: uchiha mizuki

age: ~20-21 at time of death

rank: chuunin (genjutsu & ninjutsu)

a member of maito dai’s gennin team, mizuki is the daughter of uchiha akane (madara’s daughter, disgraced due to a combination of her poor health and madara’s defection) and a low-standing “half” uchiha who ran a sweets shop in the old uchiha compound. mizuki was born with the same genetic coughing victorian schoolboy disease as itachi— functionally i actually think itachi has atypical cystic fibrosis but in lieu of an official diagnosis i assume ninja cystic fibrosis is basically at least similar. this runs in the uchiha main lines due to the uh. inter-marriages.

it is not exactly common *village* knowledge that madara even had a kid (deadbeat lmao) but mizuki deals with a lot of clan scorn about it, especially since her health has (naturally) always been poor and she’s been in and out of the hospital for lung infections and similar issues all her life. she’s never successfully been able to preform the great fireball as a result— her lungs are too weak— madara’s line being “so cursed” to “lose their fire” is, uh, also a point of public scorn. she doesn’t let it get her down!! if she focused on all the things in her life that kind of suck she’d never do anything, so she!! keeps!! moving!! forward!!! sure she got landed in the hospital for a month but the nurse was hunky so whatever. her and maito dai are bestest friends forever since pre-genin because they can cover each other’s weaknesses with their strengths 🙂 their sporadic, every-few-months bar crawls are legendary. sakumo is still terrified of her for reasons she was too blackout drunk to currently recall.

on top of being a hopeless optimist who aggressively pursued her own dream of being a shinobi, mizuki is a romantic 🙂 unfortunately it never worked out for her. she has genuinely no idea who obito’s father actually is, she got knocked up at like 18 totally unplanned. totally got this guys [coughs blood] okay we need to get baby things Immediately hhhhaaahahaha.

beating every odd on the planet, it wasn’t a lung infection (like her mother!) that killed her, but a kunai to the gut when obito was one-and-a-half-two-ish. sepsis! well, she died a ninja, which was pretty much what she wanted. obito’s granny (not the one related to madara) hadn’t wanted mizuki to be a kunoichi and never really liked dai, so dai (and their third teammate a hyuuga) never had anything to do with obito growing up, despite what mizuki would have wanted.

#naruto tag #parental guidance #this was for a discord

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dcwnrisen-aa · 2 years ago

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For Itachi, what made him join the yakuza? Was he was born or adopted into the family ( I couldn’t find any info on the muse when click the links)? What are some morals that he stand by?

i realized i never updated itachi's bio, it's been a rough year for me, sorry. that being said, itachi's original canon is non-existent for me, so instead his canon, what i did was, expand on it in a different way.

so when it comes to the uchiha, they are descendant of gods, namely susano'o, amateratsu and tsukiyomi. and though they could've taken the form of dragons, the form they take on is that of panthers. each in their own right dangerous, and fiercely independant and proud. they are a nomadic clan, and they have a habit of moving around until they settle down between convenient trade routes. as of currently, they have been situated for a while. itachi had falling out with his father and ended up branching out on his own, which lead him to being on his own.

so let's skip to 3 years before the present, where itachi's particular skill set as a predator lead him to being an assassin. and honestly, it was a wild ride for him. enter, the kimon family, he started working with them after befriending kenta, his now immortal brethen, then he meet fushimi, the head of the kimon group. it was purely sexual at first, just straight lust while being beneath fushimi's protection, or rather, itachi found himself attached to all of the kimon group and he protected them, even as they watched over him.

yakuza and such wasn't something itachi had intended to get involved in, but he just knew that the kimon group reminded him a lot of a family and it's the reason he got attached so quickly, so it didn't really matter about the yakuza part.

okay i'm rambling, but fushimi and itachi eventually ended up falling in love with one another and he was married into the yakuza. three years strong now. and honestly, if he could, knowing what he knows now ? he'd do it again if it meant gaining the kimon group as part of his family, and fushimi as his family.

oof morals, loyalty and family before everything. it's what he's always the way he's lived, and even more so now because he's found that in a world like the one he's married into, he wants everyone to know that he does no hesitate to protect his family and if loyalty is thrown down the drain, it won't be pretty. now though, they have legitimate businesses so no one can tell them anything or come knocking for stupid reasons.

#i totally rambled w eeps #hope this answers your questions #thanks for sending #🥀┊ ( tachi hcs. ) ᵗᵒʳᶰ ᶠᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵈᶤˢᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ ᶜʳᵒʷˑ #eliteimperialism #🌺ˑ » petals swaying in autumn breeze.

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mystockprediction · 3 months ago

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Sasuke Uchiha - Bio, Facts, Age, Quotes, Strengths, Weaknesses

Sasuke Uchiha is the second main character of the series Naruto Written by Masashi Kishimoto. He was initially introduced as a hero, a member of Konoha belonging to Team Kakashi. But his character became darker and formed an alliance with the Akatsuki. Sasuke is the son of Fugaku Uchiwa and his wife Mikoto. She grew up in the shadow of his older brother, Itachi Uchiha, who murdered every member…

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New World (10)

Itachi Uchiha x Reader Fluff

Warnings: embarrassment

Word Count: I deleted Hinge. Turns out I am too lazy to talk to boys and set up a date to hang out with them. Guess I'll be single for a good time. Also I have some unknown allergy that won't stop making me cough. Fanfic Gods! If you can see this, make this go away! We need to complete so many works!

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"Are you still mad about failing to complete your mission?" The children play in the temple grounds, cackling under the morning sun with clear skies and a day that feels lighter than usual. It feels so mostly because their parents are not after them, hissing them back inside their homes. Instead, the men are out gathered by the local tavern, drinking their homemade wine, while the women are collected under the community tree playing cards while smoking pipes. The bamboo village feels like a welcoming place today. Fukaboshi sits on the top of the stairs which is the entrance to the sacred ground. He is looking at Toge, who sits next to him, lost in some thought while he continuously flips a coin in between his fingers. Fukaboshi is patient, looking at his student with nothing but adoration. Toge finally tsks, throwing his coin down the edge of the hillside. "It's not your fault, Toge." Toge closes his eyes with an internal wince. "Tell that to my conscience," he grumbles before getting up and walking down the hill towards the village. Fukaboshi sighs, lowering his head, knowing his internal dialogue is no different than his student's. A crow sits atop a nearby tree, watching the events unfold before taking flight towards the next hill, gliding down the roof of one of the cottages where the Konoha citizens stayed the night. With one smooth transformation, the little creature morphs into a human, entering the room through a window.

The room, unlike last night, is empty. The bed, where Itachi had left you last night, has been made, the duvet neatly folded and placed at the end of the bed, the pillow fluffed up and the sheet crinkle-free. Itachi stands there for a long minute, revisiting the chapters he memorised last night, all of them comprising of every tiny feature of your face. But as much as he flutters through the pages in his mind, the images do not seem enough. He walks out of the room and through the hall towards the other rooms; only to be met by Nami and Naruto midway. Both are carrying their bags, ready to set out. While Nami is nibbling on a tiny piece of sugarcane, Naruto has his face stuffed. “Where’s Y/N?” Naruto tries talking through his full mouth but Nami shuts him up with a smack of her hand to his stomach. “She’s already left. With Kakashi.” No hint of emotion passes through her features. But her brows morph into confusion when she witnesses Itachi go blank. No emotions surface behind those dark eyes. Just a neutral blink before his head finally gives in and does a 45-degree tilt, akin to a puppy wondering about this new situation. “I didn’t see them-“ Nami takes in a lungful. “Kakashi took her out of the village under the radar. She…did not want any more attention. They will reach the inn in about two hours. We are travelling with you so you better keep us safe, Uchicha-san. That’s a threat.” Nami nods and signals Naruto to walk out with her. Itachi does not follow them. Instead, he stands looking into infinity with brows that are too uncomfortable to be furrowed for such a long time. Why did she travel back with Kakashi, Itachi’s brain is already calculating multiple scenarios to justify such an act where his chest does not squeeze with such pain. Why am I not travelling back with her? A crow caws somewhere outside to fill in the silence of this cosy guest house that is suddenly empty.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A day passes. Then two. Then three. Everyone has returned home. Itachi has joined Kakashi at the Hokage’s office to submit the mission report and enlighten her about their sensitive information being leaked by opponent villages. She is not here, he finds his internal voice declaring the fact out loud to this existence. “Itachi, of course, was quick to respond to any threats,” Kakashi’s voice breaks his subconscious monologue of reasoning your absence; never wondering why Nami and Naruto were not there. Tsunade hums. “We need to do something about the rock village before they get on my nerves," the Hokage fumes slowly behind her desk. "The Anbu are already on it." "And who else do you think knows about our-" Tsunade inhales, rolls her eyes a little and waves her red nails generically in the air- "empath, for the lack of a better word." "The information was sold to five villages-" Itachi does not wait for a pause- "Mist, Sand, Bamboo, Wood and Seashell." "Seashell doesn't sound-" Tsunade pauses her quip with Kakashi's little wave of hand. "They feed their enemies to eight-foot giant crabs." She does not say it but her face tells she sounds impressed. "I thought Sand Village was a friend." "They are," Itachi adds, "Gara was the one who forewarned us about the leak." The colours of realisation bring a positive glow to the Hokage's face. "That's why you two knew what was going on this entire time. I like that kid." She taps her nails on the table in a rhythmic tone. "Are the other villages a threat?" "We have prepared infiltration teams to visit these villages and bring us any intel we can get that might pose a threat." Kakashi leans on the window sill with his arms crossed over his chest. "Tell them to execute the infiltration at the earliest." Kakashi looks up at the Hokage, blinking for a second. "Oh, they are already out. In about three hours, they'll be entering the respective villages." Tsunade narrows her eyes at the former Anbu. "I knew I would get your permission for the mission," Kakashi shrugs. Itachi clears his throat to bring attention to him before Tsunade can eat Kakashi's ears out. "If that's all..." Without another word, Itachi opens the window and disappears into thin air. "What is wrong with him?" the Hokage points at the open window with a mix of offence and worry. Kakashi throws his head back in defeat, his palms trying to soothe the pain caused by the burden of carrying the team on his shoulders for the last few days. "Ugh. Let's discuss this after I've had a nap. And we will need at least three bottles of sake." Tsunade guffaws, slapping the table with excitement. "Meet me at Ichigo's restaurant at eight," she declares before swivelling her chair towards the window. Within a second, her excitement morphs into a sour affair. "And don't you two dare use my window as a gateway after this! You delinquent little shits!"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Itachi's crows scour the Konoha skies looking into every street, under every tree, all koi ponds, and riverside. It is one of the crows soaring over the local marketplace that signals the former Akatsuki member before disappearing. And Itachi does not waste time, walking faster than usual in that direction. His body automatically halts when he sees you in the crowd. You are sitting on the stairs of the open shops where different types of nuts delivered from outside the village are being sold. Your arms are wrapped around a black cat with the most beautiful fur. Children are gathered around you in awe of the little furry creature; their curious minds asking you all sorts of questions. Itachi's permanence comes to a standstill. All his senses seem to revolve around you. His eyes can see the y/e/c glow of your iris, his nose can smell the coconut oil rubbed on your skin. His ears can hear the croak in your voice that still heals from the adventure. He wants to stay still and bask in your presence but this uneasy feeling in his heart wants him to step towards you. Like the pull of a string, your head instinctively rises in the direction Itachi stands. You watch him inhale the guilt of being found out- of brazenly watching you from a distance. And just as he sees you...he can see you. A flash passes inside his mind for barely a second. Your shoulders are bare, your face marred with dirt, your hair a mess. Your eyes are red with tears. And just as it comes, the fash vanishes. And with it, you vanish too. The black cat with the beautiful fur is left on the steps for the children as you are nowhere to be seen.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

More days pass when you ‘miss’ each other; on the streets, at the Hokage’s office, in the village mart, and once right outside the Uchiha home. Itachi knows something is out of the ordinary. But not only with you. He has not been feeling his usual self. His heightened senses seem to go into overdrive and shut down quicker than they should. His fast brain dissociates every ten minutes. His body is restless, unable to find peace at night, forget about getting an ounce of sleep. He sulks on the village rooftops unable to make sense of the hyperactivity that is frying his brain before he finds himself in the gym behind the administrative building with limited access. Like any other night, he walks into the gym from the backdoor at two in the dead of the night, finding two other men walking out of the locker room to begin their workout. “Who is that?” He hears one of them whisper, instinctively rolling his eyes internally and turning around to let the fresh Anbu meat have a good look at the infamous Itachi Uchiha. Much to his surprise, they are not looking at him. Instead, their attention is taken by another presence in the gym. Itachi changes into his workout clothes- a black t-shirt with grey joggers- and walks out of the locker room. From how the two men have their eyes away from their equipment, he can calculate it is someone new and quite possibly a woman. Turning the corner, his eyes involuntarily fall on the figure before returning to the treadmill- his original destination. It takes him a fraction of a second to register the figure doing crunches, using the rods holding the dumbbells as a pivot for her feet.

It’s the woman. Itachi has a clear view of you from his treadmill- with your back to him. You, on the other hand, are unaware of him. Your face is flushed, and sweat runs down your neck and back. All the rebellious strands of your hair mark the sides of your face and neck. The sweat stains on your oversized t-shirt and gym shorts show how long you have been working out. You finally stop and take a breather. He increases the speed of his treadmill. Itachi can see the Anbu boys tapping each other to bring their attention in your direction. You use the hem of your shirt to wipe the sweat from your face, exposing your abdomen. Itachi feels guilty for letting his eyes linger for a second longer at the lines of abs forming on your front. Yet a part of him fumes when he can hear the boys snicker at an inside joke before walking in your direction. The blonde one takes the lead. "Konnichiwa! My friend and I were wondering if you would like to work out with us." You bow a little, sending a little twist inside Itachi's gut. "Thank you for the offer. I am good." But the boys are quick to pester you again. "We think you are really beautiful and we would like to take you out for a meal after the workout." You ignore them and walk towards the bench. Even when you try to ignore it, you can hear them giggle and snicker behind your back. Tune them out, your inner voice tells you. Tune them out, tune them out tune them o- Your focus has been completely devoured by the boys who have turned a blind eye to respecting your personal space; and in doing so, you have picked up a ten-kilo dumbbell for your workout. Lying down on your back, you stretch your arms over your head to pick the dumbbell to start your set.

"How about we help-" Fuck! I should have brought my earphones!!! You have put all the focus inside your arms to raise that damn weight and take it over your head- and while doing so, you realise you can no longer hear the snickers of the boys. Your arms do pick the weight, but your brain gives the warning signal a bit late that the weight is beyond your muscles' threshold. A small cry for help comes out of your lungs but never makes it to the finale. you are half scared that the dumbbell might fall on the ground with a resounding boom. But that never happens. Instead, you feel the heaviness being taken away from your palms by a shadow behind your head. You raise your head back to find the dumbbell resting in the veiny hands of the man you have been avoiding this whole time. Itachi Uchiha. He is holding that dumbbell as if it weighs nothing. His shirt is covered in sweat and the strands of his hair not in the ponytail are out having the gall to stick to his exposed neck. His eyes are stuck on you, watching you with confusion and...was that concern? Don't be fooled. It might be murderous brooding too. We don't have enough experience to really tell, do we? you inner voice was thundering all over the metaphoric walls. Your heart rate is going up, more than it already has from the exercises. You take the support of your arm to get up, quickly reverting your gaze. But the screaming pain inside your arm brings out a wince from you instead. "Don't move," he commands in the Uchiha voice you have grown familiar with, "you have sprained your muscle." You do not dare to look him in the eye. "I'll spray some-" The former assassin, it seems, never waits for your words. Before you have finished your sentence, the gym's first aid box is seen being put down next to you on the bench. You can feel your lungs take a justified pause as Itachi gets down on his knee in front of you, making himself busy with the contents of the box. "I'll do it-" you give out a little squeak but the man ignores it, shaking the spray bottle in his hand. Without hesitating, he opens his free hand. "Arm." You, on the other hand, want to shrink and disappear into the bench, never to be seen again. "Y/N," he calls you out from whatever hell you are making in your mind for yourself. It bothers you even more that his voice is as sweet as it has been whenever you have interacted with him before. "Give me your arm." You do not want to move. Instead, you have started singing Naruto's favourite ramen song inside your head. Sparks fly inside your body when you feel the touch of Itachi's fingers trying to find their way under yours. And they do- having invaded the space between your fingers and the coarse leather of the bench. His usually pale fingers are red- mostly from the workout- and they are cautiously making their way to your wrist, rotating it to expose the other side upwards.

"Does it hurt?" Your gaze is fixated on his arms. The veins are popping under that pale, mole-kissed skin. There is a certain edge of satisfaction trailing the veins from his wrist up the bicep. People should be paying to see this, your inner voice sighs, never once averting her gaze from the sculpted beauty. You have reached the hem of Itachi's sleeves when you realise he has asked you a question. "Hm?" "I guess not." Itachi's face is flushed. How hard has he been working out? For a second, you think you see a smirk build upon his lips. But the moment you blink, it is gone; making you ponder if you were seeing things. Itachi's fingers go further up, resting right in the middle of your lower arm. His thumb puts a little pressure on the muscle underneath. There is a slight hint of pain. He can tell the way your brows furrow quickly and let go of the stress when he lifts his thumb from your skin. Itachi wonders how your skin has the right amount of suppleness and smoothness. And then he wonders why he is wondering about your skin. His fingers move further up. One hand lets your upper arm rest in itself. The other hand takes the liberty to feel the muscle. And that is when you let out a pain-ridden shriek before clasping your mouth. "It hurts," your broken voice reassures him. Itachi grounds your upper arm within his hold. You can feel his hand's intention of not letting go. "Face the other way," he instructs. You have heard him but the words have not yet registered in your head. And Itachi can tell from the blank look your eyes give him. Your eyes. The former assassin cannot get used to these eyes that look at him with zero micron of hesitation; no ounce of fear or mistrust. Zero thoughts behind those pupils and the intention to follow whatever he will say. A part of him wonders if your eyes do this for anyone else. And then that part makes his chest squeeze with mild annoyance. He raises his free hand and lets his fingers rest on your jaw, pushing your face in the direction away from your arm. The gesture surprises you, making your stomach do a summersault internally. You can hear the clicking of the shaking pain relief bottle before feeling the cooling spray over your skin. The affected part is then meticulously covered with a crepe bandage. "Do not use this arm for at least forty-eight hours if you cannot get an appointment with Sakura before that," Itachi clears, checking the bandage one last time.

"Thanks," you admit, about to get up. "It's natural," Itachi declares softly, not moving. Confused, you look down at your arm to wonder what is natural about it. "To have...thoughts that seem dark. And...filled with lust." Itachi finally looks at you and you can feel a cold wave pass down your spine, reverberating through every cell in its way. "It's simple biology," he continues, averting his gaze. "The only difference was that someone in your vicinity had the potential to see your thoughts. There is nothing to be embarrassed about." Oh, are you sure?!! Your inner voice shouts before pointing out at your racing heartbeat and flushed skin. Your breaths are starting to feel shallow. Itachi can sense the uneasiness. You get up with a jolt. "I should go." Even the whispered words of you come out shaking. "You can look inside my mind," Itachi announces before you can step away from him, "to even out the..." He does not finish the sentence. Look inside the mind of Itachi Uchiha. How many people have lost their lives to get the answer to this question? And here he was, offering it to you on a silver platter. "I should-" you bump into the bench behind you with the step you take back, scaring yourself for a second- "go." You dash out the door, leaving the man still on his knees. He sits there, experiencing you leaving the same redolence that he smelled off you in that cottage in the bamboo village. A smile builds up on his lips and no matter what he does, he cannot seem to make it stop.

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