#swift-no-jutsu

[strawberrysasuke]

Sasuke’s devotion

...as demonstrated in the first arc of the Boruto manga. Where we get intriguing insight into Sasuke & Naruto's dynamic as adults, and further reinforcement of some of the seeds Kishimoto planted in Gaiden.

I’m not exactly addressing the full scope of their bond here. The central theme of this post is Sasuke’s side of things and an exploration of his acts of love. But naturally, Naruto’s reciprocation factors into it and is addressed accordingly.

Although I intended to recount the events of this arc in chronological order, strictly sticking to that was messing with the general flow of things. So I jump back and forth between chapters a bit, especially towards the end so pls bare with me lol. But ultimately I don't think the order matters too much and where it does, I point it out.

Final note - I really like the movie, but it's been a while since I watched, so I didn't reference it much here.

He feels Naruto's pain, as his own

When Sasuke first meets Boruto, the interaction is swift. He only offers a matter-of-fact acknowledgement of Boruto's status as Naruto's son, responds to Hinata's greeting with a question about her husband, followed by an immediate exit to instead greet the sole reason he's even there at all.

It's not long before Naruto can't help but spill his innermost concerns about Boruto's future and that of shinobis as a whole. Sasuke immediately takes this to heart and appears sombre as he listens intently. He knows Naruto's heart and with that comes an intimate understanding of his woes, as if they were his own. It's evident in how he appears increasingly agitated in the next panel as he refuses to entertain Naruto's disillusioned train of thought.

He doubles down with a simple, but definitive statement - “the true nature of a ninja never changes, no matter how the tides may shift”.  Simultaneously, we get an intentional flash of the headband that Sasuke lovingly always carries with him and has been doing so for years.

The statement itself goes beyond a simple iteration of his shinobi philosophy. It's being directly linked to a precious momento of their love and devotion to each other. Making it known that this belief Sasuke holds is actually rooted in and inspired by his love for Naruto. It's also a matter of the future that Naruto is referencing, is one they envisioned and decided to cultivate together -- their joint legacy. So he's naturally protective of it.

Every time he invokes this statement throughout this arc, it's a fond expression of exactly these two things: his devotion to Naruto and commitment to honouring his -- and by extension their - shinobi legacy.

Sasuke draws from his own source of faith (his boundless love) to counter and comfort Naruto's dwindling hope. Knowing this is something that will resonate deeply, and serve to renew his hope and in turn, soothe his worries.

It works perfectly, as Naruto is immediately on the same wavelength and echoes the words Sasuke left unspoken. Although not entirely convinced, he appears far more relaxed. If the person he trusts the most in the world still has faith, he's willing to listen.

The meeting is brief, yet in the span of a few minutes, Sasuke managed to leave Naruto more at ease than he found him. But he's not quite done yet.

A new mission

Sasuke leaves the Hokage's office with a very important personal mission: make the love of his life feel better.

Naruto's primary concern was a question of his son's shinobi spirit and the resultant gap in shared values is a major source of strain in their relationship. So Sasuke makes it his goal to train Boruto into a shinobi Naruto would be proud of. And in turn, tenderly nurture the spirit of Naruto he so vividly sees in him -- the source of his unwavering faith in the true nature of shinobis persisting no matter the day and age.

His first step being to task Boruto with learning the rasengan is extremely intentional, and very sweet. Since this is a jutsu very dear to Naruto; created by his father and passed down by his teacher. Also (not sure if Sasuke knows this, but we definitely do) something he learned solely to protect his most precious person -- Sasuke.

So he knows how happy Naruto would be to see his son inherit it. Judging by the way Naruto cannot stop grinning ear-to-ear after finally witnessing it -- he was absolutely right.

Naruto's happiness >>> planet-endangering threat

The minute he learned that something was bothering Naruto, all other priorities became secondary. Including a planet-endangering threat, apparently. We discover that Sasuke did, in fact, get severely sidetracked during their earlier meeting.

It's hilarious that he's casually divulging the most crucial information gathered from his latest mission, like it’s an afterthought. Even Naruto is baffled as he sinks down in his chair, trying to process the looming disaster that's potentially about to strike this planet.

We've seen it play out time and time again (even heard him outright admit it) but this is another reminder that for Sasuke, Naruto’s wellbeing takes precedence over literally everything else, including the rest of the world -- Naruto is his world.

To be loved, is to be known

We continue to explore the depths of Sasuke's reverence, when we see how disturbed he is by Boruto’s suspicious progress with his ninjutsu training. The immediate side-by-side with Naruto as a child and the way he recoils (squinting, frowning, brows intensely furrowed, turning his entire body away) at the difference in their respective spirits lol

Naruto is the ultimate standard for him so of course it stings when someone who resembles him so closely, fails to live up to it. Bringing it back to Sasuke's philosophy in chapter 1 -- rather than a faith in shinobis as a collective, it's more so that as long as Naruto's spirit persists in shinobis, Sasuke will continue to believe. This underpins why Sasuke regards being 'just like Naruto' as the best compliment he could give to Boruto when he does eventually become a 'true ninja'.

The subsequent scene set after their first training session, is of Sasuke so fondly and earnestly recounting Naruto’s story. It's not a surface-level recollection, instead full of feeling and intimate familiarity. He starts right off the bat with calling Naruto a 'noisy idiot' and 'half-wit' LMAO. The whole thing is a demonstration of how this reverence and adoration can be traced back decades -- yet still persists as passionately as ever, if not more.

This conversation also fleshes out a key difference between them -- who actually knows Naruto. Or rather, who Naruto has allowed to know him.

This motif first appears in the events leading up to Sasuke catching a punch Boruto meant to throw at his father.

In his outburst to Hinata moments prior, Boruto highlights the core of the problem. He essentially has no idea who Naruto is past the role of Hokage; knows nothing at all of the history preceding it. Naruto hasn’t disclosed these parts of himself to his son, leading to this massive disconnect that’s been allowed to fester and evolve into bitterness.

Hinata attempts and spectacularly fails to remedy this (since she also doesn’t know him, just fawns over the idea of him and even more so that Naruto’s never given her access either) -- only for Sasuke to appear as a beacon of hope for the boy soon after.

The issue is further reinforced as Boruto enters his dad's office, seeking out that knowledge. As he holds Naruto’s childhood jacket, he's made tangibly aware of the dirt, wear and tear that hold stories he’s never had access to. Core parts of his dad that he simply doesn’t recognise -- and it frustrates him all over again, as he throws it out onto the street.

In the charged silence immediately after, the doorbell rings and it’s Sasuke. This arrival completely changes the course of Naruto and Boruto’s fractured relationship -- epitomised in Sasuke picking up that very jacket later, as if picking up the pieces.

It all leads to this moment by the firepit. Boruto takes the opportunity to enquire about Naruto, and the picture Sasuke paints is so different from his own perception. It's so profound and the intimacy shared between Sasuke and Naruto is so loud and apparent, that it's difficult for Boruto to even comprehend. Since the difference between their experience of the real Naruto is vast.

Picking up the pieces

We get a glimpse into how fractured things are in the sequence of events before Naruto sends a congratulatory message to his son for passing the first stage of the chunin exam.

It’s intriguing that upon hearing the news, Naruto opts to hide his real feelings from Shikamaru. He actively rejects Shikamaru's attempt at getting him to open up about his family troubles, irritatedly shutting down his bid for connection. Yet in the first chapter, we witnessed how Naruto so readily share said troubles with Sasuke.

Naruto pretends to be unaffected by the news, but Shikamaru’s watchful eye catches on and urges him to convey his real feelings to Boruto. Shikamaru didn't account for the actual extent of Naruto's emotional disconnect though, so his advice is enacted in a rather awkward way, via email.

Boruto’s reaction to it is very sad, too. The way he’s torn between being genuinely happy to receive his dad's acknowledgement, but he can't stifle the disappointment at how distant the attempt was.

But we're privy to the fact that this was a huge undertaking on Naruto's end. It's astonishing how big a feat a simple online expression of feelings was to him. To the extent that he's profusely sweating and collapsing in his chair from the tension release after it's done.

Even when Shikmaru first makes the suggestion, Naruto looks so miserable -- the bags around his eyes are suddenly terribly prominent. He's exhausted at the mere thought of conveying his feelings, and Shikamaru's mildly exasperated but knowing expression points to this being the norm. This dysfunctional relationship with his son has been persisting for a long time.

These two evidently have a lot of work to do in untangling the years of distance, and resultant mutual emotional disconnect which, on Boruto's end, cultivated resentment.

Boruto’s progress is a major factor in healing this -- every point of progress acts as an opportunity for father and son to reconnect, and they get closer to reconciliation. The primary orchestrator of this is Sasuke, who's essentially pulling the strings to bridge that gap by training and guiding Boruto to align with the shinobi values Naruto holds so dear. Carefully nurturing that point of connection between them.

This link is also established in the text as the panel immediately after a display of their strained relationship (Naruto heaving a sigh of relief after sending a simple email), is a cut to Sasuke training Boruto and facilitating that instrumental development.

Naruto's only exception

Let's further explore the peek we got into how Naruto keeps everyone at an arm's length in his life now -- it's very telling of his emotional state in adulthood. He has become someone who finds emotional exchanges to be an excruciating process.

We see a repeat of Naruto feigning indifference when he's obviously antsy about if Boruto passed the second stage of the chunin exam. Immediately upon Shikamaru's arrival with said news, he pretends to be working.

The same Shikamaru he knows can see right through it all -- but still, he remains absolutely committed to this poor act of nonchalance. He even waits until the guy's out of earshot before allowing himself to be happy.

It made me wonder why he's trying so hard to not be perceived. We know Naruto is someone who has a lot of feelings, all the time. That's who he is and always has been. However in adulthood, we're consistently shown that he is so adamant about witholding access to himself. Whereas in his younger years, he wanted so desperately to be seen, heard and thereby accepted.

The answer lies in the various roles he now plays and embodies -- he is the Hokage. A war hero that saved the planet. The strongest shinobi to ever exist. A married man with kids. He's been perceived to hell and back at this point; romantically, platonically, parentally, and authoritatively, etc. Experienced every type of bond there is.

He's constantly under surveillance from his peers, colleagues, the villagers, the shinobi world, his stalker-turned-wife, and his kids that look up to him. He must even feel watched by his own parents and teacher, whose legacies he dedicated his entire adult life to honouring. While not all ill-intentioned or undeserved, the sheer scale of it and the expectations he's subject to must be exhausting.

On top of -- rather, because of -- that he's closeted. Perpetually suffering the unrelenting consequences of repressing his sexuality and being pressured into a one-sided marriage. Forced to endure this lifelong facade. All done in his ultimate pursuit of acceptance (read more about Naruto's repression in this post here).

All he ever wanted growing up were bonds -- as an adult, he's being crushed under their weight. Rendering him a jaded, detached figure that won't allow the tiniest glimpse past his strict defenses and carefully maintained mask of Hokage.

Sasuke is the only exception; the love of his life has absolute, free reign past these barriers.

Where his face goes blank from his confusion at Shikamaru initiating a 'trivial'* exchange, he'll happily indulge Sasuke discussing an equally 'trivial' matter of merely meeting Naruto's son. Not even reporting a necessarily meaningful exchange, either. Just recalling how he bore a strong resemblance to him.

Which Naruto has no issue indulging to the fullest extent, even voluntarily steering the conversation in a deeper, more vulnerable direction. We've seen him pointedly reject someone like Shikamaru's similar attempts, yet a few chapters prior, he spills his guts to Sasuke before he even has to ask.

For once in his adult life, in Sasuke's presence, we're shown Naruto completely and intentionally unguarded.

*I'm using quotations marks because these are not trivial exchanges, but this is the standard that Naruto sets up and fails to follow when it comes to Sasuke lmao

To love, is to endure

Okay this part is gonna be a bit of a journey so pls bear with me. This deciphering room conversation has always intrigued me. Comparing it to some previous exchanges they've shared, allows us to explore the implications of what transpired here.

It reveals the existence of a line between them, shaped by years of repression and restraint and the product of their circumstances. One that Sasuke occassionally draws.

At the heels of Naruto’s explosive joy, this scene brings with it a stark shift in tone. Their arrangement is the first clue to the underlying unease -- they're positioned a few steps apart, perfectly capable of having this conversation face-to-face, yet actively choosing to have their backs to each other. Notably, they don’t make eye contact once.

After discussing business, Sasuke immediately excuses himself, but is stopped by Naruto calling his name. The corresponding expression is strangely tense, almost anticipatory. He doesn’t even respond, instead lets Naruto do the talking, while maintaining the same look. 

It even continues after Naruto reveals that he’s aware that Sasuke has been training Boruto. The tension echoes in Sasuke’s subsequent responses being rather drawn-out, punctuated with several pauses.

While Naruto is the opposite, and evidently walked in here with a clear purpose -- to confront Sasuke. Why? He loves to bask in the fact that Sasuke loves him, and will jump at opportunities for affirmation.

We've established how every step Sasuke has taken so far in this arc has been motivated by love. Which drives him to stick around in a town he seldom visits, to execute his master plan of easing Naruto’s troubles -- his commitment to restoring his beloved's faltering hope. Naruto came here to openly recognise this.

The sequence of this deciphering room interaction mirrors a dialogue during the fourth shinobi world war (ch 680). Naruto confronts Sasuke regarding the real reason behind him so single-mindedly protecting Naruto. Declaring he now understands how it was possible for Sasuke's body to 'move on its own' to save someone precious to him (this entire scene is broken down nicely here).

His playfully smug grin is a testament to him absolutely reveling in the knowledge that Sasuke has been acting out of love. If you compare Naruto's expression here with the one in the Boruto panel, they're very similar -- so the intentions behind them can be reasonably equated. Sasuke's answer in this case is also extremely charged silence, functioning as confirmation for Naruto.

Naruto also knows that Sasuke deliberately concealed training Boruto from him, so by choosing to bring it up anyway, he’s looking for a reaction -- another confirmation.

We've seen how even when Sasuke’s glaring daggers into him, Naruto is busy blushing under his intense gaze instead. He enjoys being the object of Sasuke’s undivided attention (and affection). Everytime he recalls Sasuke considering him a worthy opponent, he’s overtaken by uncontainable excitement (this post dives into this further).

One of the major ways their love manifests is in their mutual respect and appreciation of each other’s strengths. For Naruto especially, this is embodied in moments of acknowledgement -- hence why he was so lovestruck at Sasuke’s “I want to fight you…” It’s the best outlet they’ve found to express and enact their love given the circumstances and heteronormative, homophobic society under which their bond formed.

That's also why Naruto is so sincere in upholding the integrity of their fights; only deeming it a worthy match if they’re fighting on equal terms. So on the hospital rooftop, he insists that Sasuke put his headband on, so they can spar as equals. Then in the first Valley of the End fight, moments after Sasuke unlocks his third tomoe due to the sheer gravity of his love for Naruto -- in another act of love, he complies with Naruto’s desires for an honest fight by putting on that very headband.

Contrasting all this with the discussion earlier about Naruto’s growing and deeply held distaste for being perceived by others while here he is (and always has been), going out of his way to seek out Sasuke’s lmao.

So, we can say that in the deciphering room scene, Naruto is essentially initiating a moment of intimacy and awaiting reciprocation. Yet, all Sasuke can offer is a loaded pause. Eventually when he does respond, it's a matter-of-fact reiteration that puts an end to the conversation altogether. Still an affirmation, but a rather (and unusually) flat one.

It doesn't come to a soft, warm-hearted conclusion like their last exchange during chapter 1, but instead with both bearing rather rigid expressions. Naruto is left tight-lipped and dejected and Sasuke has no smile to offer this time. Viewing them side-by-side really amplifies the contrast in tone and outcome.

Even Sasuke's engagement with the statement ("the essence of a ninja never changes" -- the significance of which I mentioned at the start) is off. He engages with it four times during this arc, yet his attitude this time is strikingly different from the other three.

This establishes the existence of that line I mentioned at the beginning. One forged a long, long time ago -- stemming from their repressed feelings. 

There’s allusions to this in Gaiden, too - specifically that ‘cooperation’ panel (an outline of implications of this scene can be found here and here). You can feel something simmering between them, courtesy of the little clues Kishimoto leaves through the construction of a strained atmosphere.

The uneasy undercurrent and its implications is something even Sakura picks up on, rendering her particularly distressed because it’s yet another reminder that her 'husband' has never, and will never belong to her lol. Them being in their own little world, a space she's never had access to, is something she's always been insecure about and deeply unsettled by.

The 'cooperation' and deciphering room dialogues also follow the same sequence:

Naruto initiates intimacy - admitting he’s ready to drop everything (the village, his kids, his wife) and essentially uproot his life to be with Sasuke.

Sasuke, woefully and reluctantly but fueled by pettiness, draws a hard line -- throwing Naruto's own words back at him.

Naruto is left dejected yet guilty-looking, since this outcome and the mutual misery underpinning it is a direct consequence of his own choices.

Another similarity can be found in the scene where Sasuke was disappointed in Boruto’s artificially induced progress in his ninja training. Since this called into question whether he really did emobody Naruto's shinobi spirit. But Sasuke proceeded to withold his own unpleasant feelings about the matter, and engaged in Boruto’s pretense and allowed the kid to become his disciple.

And in the deciphering room, despite being bristled and slow to reciprocate, Sasuke entertains Naruto’s initiation of intimacy in a pointedly careful and controlled manner.

Totally oblivious to Sasuke's suspicions, Boruto was excited since he focused primarily on the affirmative decision. Whereas Naruto knows him well enough to receive Sasuke's pettiness in full-force and, like in Gaiden, looks quite guilty over it.

In both cases, of course it's not ill-natured -- Sasuke is just unsettled. He wants Boruto to work hard and become a true shinobi by honest means, and he of course, absolutely loves indulging Naruto. It's precisely because he cares so much, that he acts this way.

Naruto and Sasuke's relationship is no stranger to mutual and silly acts of pettiness, but the pattern of Sasuke engaging in petty behaviour twice outside of regular bickering, is intriguing. To explore this, we have to consider the motivations behind petty behaviour, specifically in close interpersonal relationships.

This study points to the highly affective nature of pettiness. You’re not petty about things that don’t bother you. Things don’t bother you, unless you care. And in this case, Sasuke cares a lot. Hence why Naruto’s bold approaches, when contrasted with the harsh reality of his choices, leaves Sasuke quite bothered. It’s ultimately hurt derived from love (read this great post that explores the theme of conformity in Naruto's ending).

The same study also drew a negative correlation between petty behaviour and life satisfaction. Although Sasuke is genuinely happy to be by Naruto’s side in whatever capacity…of course he’d much rather do it married*. Living the life they deserved. Yet they find themselves here, as miserable adults miserably married to their respective stalkers. So yes, there is a lot to be dissatisfied (and therefore petty) about lol

*(I mean this more in a comparative sense to their current situation. Idk if marriage in the traditional/ceremonial sense, would necessarily be the route they'd take if they could have -- just being together romantically, whether married or as boyfriends, is more so what i'm referring to)

Combined, I believe all of this points to the existence of a tangible line that was established by the homophobic and heteronormative society they live in. That they begrudingly maintain as tired, repressed adults.

It's also something they're bound to by the duty they share as being the strongest shinobi to ever exist. This particular motif is reflected through their attire in the deciphering room scene, since it's first time we see them meeting with Naruto in his Hokage robe. Sasuke's own cloak is also tightly closed, when it’s otherwise deliberately shown open (or in the movie, completely shed) in Naruto's presence.

It's like their robes function as another layer of separation, encasing them in the shells of their respective roles. Naruto as Hokage, the protector of the village, and Sasuke as Naruto's protective shadow. One role successively binds the other.

This boundary built on shared responsibility as the strongest shinobi. Something that they equally feel and are passionate about but it falls slightly more heavily on Naruto and the extra layer of expectations he's chronically bound to (as discussed earlier). But Sasuke is willing to follow him anywhere (very fitting of his role as a 'shadow'), even to such agonizing ends -- where Sasuke feels not only his own pain, but also intimately experiences Naruto’s pain as his own (vice versa).

Their shared repression manifests in these little moments, where they struggle against that line. Sometimes, they brush up against it, and when Naruto is the initiator -- unable to keep his desires from manifesting -- Sasuke is the one to bring them back to reality. The reality of Naruto’s choices. And the reality that Sasuke will stand beside him anyway. He loves him, so he will endure.

“But Sasuke accepted him nevertheless. His love for Naruto is like a rock steady faith, a prayer. No matter what happens, he can't and won't stop loving and caring for Naruto. He joined in Naruto's goal of uniting all shinobis, and he is accountable to Naruto.” - from this great post on the concept of Sasuke’s love for Naruto being like a prayer and op further discusses their bond in adulthood.

No words needed

When Momoshiki attacks the stadium during the final stage of the chunin exam, Naruto decides to take on the enemy alone. He entrusts Sasuke with the safety of their children, then looks at him so tenderly. Almost like carefully asking for permission -- they always fight by each other's side, but this time, it'd be best if Naruto went alone. So it's also a look of reassurance.

Because look at Sasuke -- he's so stiff. He makes the promise, but not without hesitation and is so tight-lipped while doing so. Sasuke has always been one to struggle with Naruto entering dangerous situations, where Sasuke can't protect him like he desperately wants to (read more about it here). Naruto recognises this and softly soothes him, silently asking for his faith. They know and share the pain in each other's hearts, after all.

Through this look alone, it's apparent they're exchanging feelings only they know. Naruto is making a request only Sasuke can fulfill. That he only trusts Sasuke with. And Sasuke trusts him right back. So he makes the promise.

Knowing each other's hearts has also meant that they've never needed words to understand what they do for each other's sakes. A way this is shown in this arc, is through the symbolism of Naruto's childhood jacket.

The jacket is present during key events -- a major one being when Sasuke first makes that declaration: “the true nature of a ninja never changes, no matter how the tides may shift.” After Boruto threw it out of the window, Sasuke rescues and returns it to Naruto, who was holding it when he first heard those words.

It is also an embodiment of Naruto’s legacy -- which Sasuke has been protecting and nurturing all this time -- and holds so much history in the wears and tears. And in that, it also becomes a marker of substantial progress between him and his son.

Naruto was quite bothered by how, compared to his own, Boruto's clothes were too clean. This small fact represents the difference in their lives growing up and thus their shared values, being too vast for them to truly understand each other.

The scene outlined above occurs immediately after the deciphering room scene. The same Naruto that collapsed in his chair after sending a short email, makes sure to tangibly and meaningfully convey his congratulations and how proud he is of Boruto, face-to-face. To which Boruto is overjoyed to the point of tears. This is the most tender exchange we’ve seen between them, thus far.

And Naruto knows that it's all thanks to the love of his life that he was able to take this step. The jacket is functioning as a symbol of this very fact and the faith that Sasuke restored in him. That's why he's holding it so tenderly in the panels immediately after.

In chapter 1, he was squeezing it tightly between his hands, distorting the fabric -- looking downwards at it as he resigned himself to hopelessness. Now, he's cradling it so delicately and smiling up at the sky.

They didn't have to exchange any words explicitly detailing Sasuke's contributions for him to receive the feelings embedded in them. To know that he is deeply cherished by his most precious person. And the manifestations of this person's love, heals his hopes for a brighter future.

He keeps his promise

Following the revelation of Boruto cheating both throughout and in the final stage of the chunin exam, the progress they made in repairing their relationship is momentarily but spectacularly shattered. This, too, is once again remedied by Sasuke. With earnest devotion, Sasuke honours Naruto's act of entrusting his child to him.

He finds Boruto and gently but firmly reprimands his dishonest actions, before guiding him in the right direction learn from his mistakes. He rebuilds Boruto’s drive and self-confidence by placing the utmost faith in him, and imparts Naruto’s feelings on his behalf. And then in an incredibly paternal gesture, he lends Boruto his most dearly cherished momento -- the headband. Essentially entrusting this child with inheriting his and Naruto's shared shinobi legacy. It's a testament to how much Sasuke’s grown to care for and believe in Boruto, and created such a meaningful bond.

I wonder if he sees himself in Boruto, since Sasuke was also a kid desperately chasing his father's acknowledgement. In which case, Boruto isn't only a mirror for Naruto, but also reflects parts of Sasuke.

Mentoring a child you see some reflections of your own childhood struggles in, and the act of guiding and supporting them through it can facilitate a person’s own healing.

(Just to be clear -- I’m not making a total 1:1 comparison between Fugaku & Sasuke, and Naruto & Boruto’s relationships, or the respective characters themselves. The circumstances, nuances and severity of the two father-son relationships, are different. But I think we can reasonably draw similarities on the essence of a child seeking their parent’s acknowledgement in both scenarios.)

This theme of healing lasting hurt manifests in the conclusive chapters of this arc. It begins with Sasuke avoiding eye contact with Naruto, as he shly zooms through his explanation and immediately exits to allow them to have a moment. Naruto is initially speechless. Partly in total awe of the results of Sasuke's efforts, and partly because he's not sure how to approach this conversation with Boruto.

From Naruto’s perspective, the last note he left Boruto on was quite a bad one, perhaps the lowest they’ve ever been. Then here comes Sasuke, with Boruto in stride wearing his childhood jacket and the headband Naruto kept and treasured for years while awaiting his beloved's return. A head-to-toe embodiment of not only their love, but what it means to be a true ninja which is something he was convinced had had its time.

We know in crucial moments, when he’s emotionally overwhelemed, Naruto is no stranger to cracking a joke to momentarily ease the tension. So he does exactly that.

They honestly share their true feelings, apologise and resolve the lingering bitterness that’s been hanging over them for years. Now, they can finally heal and move forward.

Sasuke fully succeeded in what he set out to do - making Naruto happy.

Boruto asking Naruto to share his stories is a direct callback to the advice Sasuke gave him after their first training session -- where he suggested that Boruto shift his perspective and seek out what Naruto had to experience to get here today.

In this tender moment of reconcilliation, Boruto does just that in asking to learn more about who the real Naruto is. Not as the village's Hokage, but as Uzumaki Naruto.

This all culminates beautifully in the final attack. Sasuke takes the lead and coordinates. While Naruto provides Boruto with the necessary encouragement to follow, both with words and in the form of lending the combined power of all the meaningful bonds in his life, to create that ultimate rasengan.

Boruto is moved to tears at the life his dad has lived. All the trials and tribulations he endured to get to this point -- an insight he’d always yearned for.

We get this massive panel of Naruto and Sasuke’s clash at the valley of the end. Among all of Naruto's history with the rasengan, only his father and Sasuke's contributions are individuated.

Rasengan is a jutsu Naruto learned to help Sasuke, so placing this panel in the conclusion of an arc where Sasuke does everything in his power to help Naruto, feels incredibly full circle.

Full Circle

In the aftermath, Sasuke does what he loves best -- rushing to Naruto’s side and immediately starting with the teasing. His smile has finally returned, as he holds his hand out for Naruto to take.

The cloak that was shown tightly closed moments prior, is now flowing freely. The earlier chapter shows his hair appearing flat and jagged -- weighed down. Next to his beloved, however, it's fluffy and swaying in the wind -- weightless.

Another point of intrigue is how Naruto stares at Sasuke’s extended hand, seeming momentarily shocked. Since, after all, Sasuke is the one enthusiastically initiating intimacy again, like we saw in chapter 1 and was so hesitant and pointedly strained in their interactions preceeding this moment.

Sasuke proceeds to turn things up a hundred notches by so smoothly invoking his pledge to forever stay by Naruto's side, while still holding his hand. To which, Naruto’s speechlessness coupled with the intensely flirty look they exchange really seals the deal on how purely romantic this exchange is.

It ends with Naruto once again repeating those words Sasuke said to him at the very beginning of this arc. This has him smiling before lightheartedly scoffing and affectionately calling Naruto a numb-skull. It's a clear demonstration of not only receiving his feelings, but wholeheartedly reciprocating.

It’s another full-circle moment from their first meeting in the Hokage’s office that ends in the same way. It also really echoes the feel of the cathartic conclusion in chapter 698 where Sasuke lovingly calls Naruto 'usuratonkachi' -- some things never change.

[sailornymph]

his favorite jutsu; kakashi hatake

synopsis — when kakashi finally admits how much your jutsu turns him on—and he demands you use it on him… for entirely different purposes

content warning — sexual themes, chakra-based restraint, slight degradation, creampie

a/n — i’ve been writing like crazy to make it up to you guys 🥲 please enjoy and if it sucks keep it to yourself :)

the mission had been ugly, not difficult in the usual way—no flashbang jutsu or high-speed chases—but long. strategic. mind-numbing. you had to track five missing-nin for days, lure them to a single location, and execute them in one swift, coordinated strike. you’d done your part and kakashi—well. he never missed.

by the time you make it back to the inn, your muscles ache and your brain feels like it’s been rung out, but you’ve still got enough energy to take your gear off and pour two cups of sake before sitting next to him on the futon. he’s quiet, as always. mask tugged down, slouched back, one hand resting casually over his stomach.

“you did well,” he says.

you glance at him, amused. “you sound surprised.”

he smirks faintly. “i’m not. just impressed.”

you roll your eyes but feel warmth stir in your chest. praise from kakashi means more than any hokage commendation. he doesn’t waste words.

you sip your drink. “you were clean. didn’t even have to activate your mangekyō.”

“thanks to you.” he pauses, voice lower now. “that jutsu of yours… it’s always impressive. the way they just froze there, locked in place like puppets. i could feel their chakra snapping under your control.”

you tilt your head. “getting turned on, hatake?”

he gives you a deadpan look.

“maybe.”

you blink, surprised by his honesty.

he meets your gaze evenly, not teasing this time. “it’s not just the technique. it’s the way you command the field. how calm you are. how easily you take control. it’s…” he trails off, voice quieter. “intoxicating.” you set your drink down.

“you want to feel it, don’t you?” you ask.

he doesn’t move, but you see the flicker in his eyes. the way his chest rises slightly deeper. you lean in, one knee brushing his thigh. “i could use it on you. just for a little while. you trust me, don’t you?”

he exhales slowly. “more than anyone.”

you smile. “then lie back.”

he obeys — you kneel beside him, hands glowing with soft blue chakra, weaving the familiar symbols in the air. you don’t bind him completely—just his arms, with an invisible force that holds his wrists gently above his head, fingers twitching against the jutsu’s grip.

his breathing changes. not panicked. just deeper.

“how does it feel?” you murmur.

“strange,” he says. “like i want to move—but don’t need to.”

you lean down and kiss him—slow and warm, your fingers dragging over his chest. he kisses you back, lips parting slightly, head pressing deeper into the pillow as you straddle his hips.

“you always this quiet when you’re under someone’s control?” you tease.

“just don’t want to miss anything,” he replies, voice gravelly.

you drag your mouth down his chest, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, fingers working his pants down until his cock springs free—already thick, flushed, hard.

you hum. “looks like you like it.”

he lets out a low breath. “i’m a simple man.”

you wrap your hand around him—tight, slow, pumping from base to tip. his stomach tenses. his hips twitch, but the jutsu keeps him still. you lick your lips. lean down. and take him into your mouth.

he groans immediately. you drag your tongue along the underside, slow and steady, pressing your lips tight as you sink down, taking him halfway, then pulling off with a wet pop. he’s breathing harder now, hands twitching in the restraint.

“fuck,” he mutters. “if this is what your enemies feel when they’re caught, no wonder they freeze up.”

you laugh softly, kissing the tip before crawling back up and positioning yourself above him.

“they don’t get this part,” you say. “you do.”

you guide him inside—slow, savoring the stretch as you sink down fully. he lets out a hiss, eyes fluttering shut as you roll your hips once, twice.

“you feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, voice tight.

“say more,” you whisper, hands on his chest. “tell me how it feels.”

“perfect,” he breathes. “like you were made for this.”

you start riding him properly—grinding deep, slow, the wet drag of him inside you slick and loud in the quiet room. he moans softly, muscles tense from the restraint, chest heaving under your hands.

“you’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” you whisper.

he nods. “you already do.”

you lean down, kissing his jaw, moving your hips faster now—your walls fluttering around him, the pressure building in your stomach as he throbs deep inside you.

“i’m close,” you gasp, nails digging into his skin. “kakashi—”

“cum,” he pants. “come for me, baby. let go.”

and you do.

you fall apart around him, clenching hard, riding the wave as your legs tremble. he groans, loud, body straining against the jutsu—and you release it just in time for his hands to grab your hips and pull you down hard as he cums deep inside you. hot, thick, endless.

you collapse on his chest, both of you panting, sweat cooling on your skin.

he strokes your back softly. “definitely my favorite jutsu.”

you smile against his collarbone.

“mine too.”

[detectivestucks]

His To Keep pt. 1

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x Hyuga F!Reader

Summary: While patrolling through the hidden rain, Tobi spots a pretty girl with a byakugan and becomes obsessed. He watches your relationship fall apart till the day your boyfriend hits you. That's the day everything gets turned upside down.

Warnings: NSFW, Yandere Tobi, mentions of abuse, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, sexual touching, some violence

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: This got too long so I decided to make it two parts. Come back next week to see it get spicy.

Anon Ask I Part 2

Tobi visited many villages while undercover for the Akatsuki and while he enjoyed visiting home more than others, there is a most peculiar girl right here in the Hidden Rain village that has caught his eye.

One day while strolling through the village verifying that the locals are conforming to the new village power, he spots a beauty sporting byakugan eyes. He had to do a double-take to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Someone with the byakugan here in the Rain village? That can’t be right. Yet here you are, pale eyes blending with the bleak background of constant downpour. 

Needing to know how a Hyuga found their way so far from home, he follows you home. You're living with a man the same age as you but it isn't all roses. He is your boyfriend for sure, but he doesn't act like it. He treats you more like his maid than his maiden. He doesn't cherish you or hold you. He doesn't help you or ask about your day, he ignores you until he needs something from you. Tobi can't understand why you are with him. You’re so far from home and for what? To be treated like this? An angry twisting started to upset Tobi’s gut.

The rogue ninja has half a mind to go in there and kill the man so he can claim what he wants but he restrains, opting for a more subtle approach. Murder has become a common event in his life but he realizes it’s probably not common in yours. He can tell you’re not a shinobi, never have been, based on your lack of scars. So how on earth did you meet this scum?

At first, Tobi ignored your knack for intruding on his thoughts. He has goals he needs to focus on. An important mission from Madara. He doesn’t have time for fanciful dreams about the beautiful Hyuga girl ripe for the taking. Yet, eventually, the thoughts of you consume him. He finds himself making excuses to patrol the city always on the lookout for you. 

He catches you fighting with your boyfriend a few times. The shouting can be heard through the windows. You look drained. You asked him for help and he laid into you about your responsibilities as a woman. With each subsequent visit you look more and more exhausted. Why won’t you leave? Do you have nowhere to go?

As he watches the saga unfold, his investment increases. Before he even realizes it, he’s outside your home every day. He’s become obsessed with your unhappiness, wanting to fix it, watching it play out in real time. Then one day, an argument is finished by him striking your face three times. 

Blind rage has him bolting for the inside of your home. He passes through the front door without ever opening it. Lunging in, he pounds his fist into the side of your boyfriend’s face. You scream in terror having never seen a jutsu that allows a person to pass through walls like a ghost.

“What the hell man!” your boyfriend shouts as he rubs the point of impact.

Your surprise intruder, covered in a black clouded cloak and orange swirling mask, silently responds with a second punch followed by a swift kick to the face. Normally Tobi would taunt his prey with his childish voice but the anger consumes him whole. This sorry excuse for a man already has been walking the line in Tobi’s book but now it’s time to deal with him. 

“I’m gonna kill you!” Your boyfriend yells at this mystery man whose face is concealed. Completely unphased, your champion punches your boyfriend one final time. He presses his hand to his face as blood pours out his nose. Then the man in the red and black cloak twists his arm around your boyfriend’s neck, choking him till he’s lifeless. 

“Oh my gods did you kill him?!” You whisper in terror. 

“No. I want to but, no.” are the first words that you hear out of his mouth. “Come on.”

Tobi extends his hand. You step back, shaking your head. You don’t care what his motivations are, you don’t know this man and he just came through the wall to knock out your piece of shit boyfriend. Clearly he’s dangerous. 

“I’m not taking no for an answer. Sweetheart. You’re coming willingly or by force.”

You step back further, holding your hands close to your chest. 

“By force it is.” Tobi crouches down and slumps you over his shoulder, one hand securing your kicking legs, the other steadying your weight by conveniently resting on your rear. You punch at his back only for your hand to pass through his body and hit yourself in the stomach. You cough on impact and hear a short exhale from underneath the mystery man’s mask. 

“Something funny to you?” you scold.

“Very. Now if you’re done hitting yourself, I’d like to be on our way.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you! Let me down!”

Mystery man only laughs harder before you hear a whirring sound and notice a portal open up. You curse in surprise.

 What is this?! He can pass through walls but he’s holding me. My fists can’t touch him but his fists knocked out my boyfriend. Now he’s opened up a new world out of thin air. 

Tobi could feel your heart racing and it excited him. He wants to make your heart pound more. He stepped into his void and then stepped out into the Akatsuki hideout within the walls of the Hidden Rain. He enters his room and lets you down. You huff as you straighten your shirt, your eyes darting around the room as you do so. 

It is a plain and dark space. Only a small bed on the floor and a tiny dresser with a small lamp because it seems the sconces on the wall supply most of the dim lighting in the room. Is this to be your new living space? 

Oh gods, he’s abducted me. Oh shit. What’s going to happen to me? Is he after my eyes?!

“If you want money, I’ll give it to you. Just let me go home,” you beg. “I’ll give you everything I have.”

“Why would I want your money?”

“Then it’s my eyes you're after?!” you’re panicked and your breathing starts to falter. He’s going to steal your eyes and leave you blind. How will you work, defend yourself, escape if you can’t see? You stumble back, tripping over the mattress and falling down.

“I’m not after your eyes.” 

You stop hyperventilating but the fear lingers on your face. “T-Then, what do you want?”

“I want you.”

You shrink under his stare. You can’t see his face but guessing what it looks like makes you queasy. Back flush with the wall behind you, there was nowhere to run. He squats down to your level and extends his hand. You flinch as he tucks your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek with his thumb. Only moments prior, your boyfriend struck that very spot and now a masked stranger is touching it. 

You whimper, afraid of his hands. “Relax Sweetie, I’ll never hurt you.” he coos like you’re a little girl afraid of a spider. Your eyes snap up to stare into the dark hole of his mask.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Keep you.”

“For how long?”

“Till we die.”

You swallow even though your mouth is dry. You’re never going home. You know it isn’t the happiest of homes but it’s okay. You have a house and a job and a boyfriend. It's better than the constant scrutiny of being a non-shinobi in the Hyuga clan. Only now you wished you were a shinobi. You could’ve fought your way out of this. Now you’re stuck. Stuck with a madman who believes he has ownership over you.

“Sweetheart?”

“Please don’t call me that.” He marches forward, ignoring your response.

“I don’t understand. Why did you stay with him?”

“What?”

“Why did you support him when all he did was take from you? You should’ve left him. Why didn’t you?”

You blink, taken off guard by his question. “Where was I going to go?! I’m not from here. I don’t have a family to go back to and Rain villagers aren’t exactly welcoming to outsiders”

“So you didn’t love him.”

“What? I never said that!”

“When I asked why you didn’t leave, you didn't say it was because you loved him, you said it's cause you have nowhere to go.”

Your mouth silently opens and shuts. He was right. Without realizing it, you were more focused on survival than your actual feelings and now you’re suddenly confronted with the truth. You don’t love your boyfriend, and you haven’t for some time. 

“I take it you realize I’m right.”

“No, I just, nevermind.” You hear a chuckle from behind the orange swirl. “You laugh at me too much.” you complain with a cross of your arms over your chest. 

“Stop bein’ cute and I’ll stop laughin’. “ 

Your scowl only grows along with his laughter. “It’s not funny.” 

“I disagree.” His hand lifts your chin as he scans over you, his eyes checking to make sure you’re okay. “Let me get you something to eat.”

“I’d rather have something to wear. Does this whole captivity for life thing come with a new wardrobe or do I get to go grab my stuff at some point?”

Your captor pauses as he stands up. “I’ll grab a  few things. Anything in particular you want?”

“I’d like all of it but since that’s not possible, I’ll write a list.”

“Thank you. I’ll still go get you some food while I'm out.”

You nod at him as you pass him a scribbled list before he turns to leave. After he exits, you realize that you never learned his name. Crap. 

When your captor finally returns, hours later, there is nothing but a plate of food in his right hand and a glass of water in his left. You assumed based on the length of his absence that he’d gone to get your stuff but maybe he had other business to attend to. 

“Hey Sweetheart.”

“You don’t have to call me that.” You murmur as you accept the food. Once again he ignores your request and carries on as if he didn’t hear you. After a few bites you realize the food is actually quite good and you start to shovel larger bites in your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you wait so long to eat.”

You stop and look up at him. “No, it’s not that, it’s just, it's really good. I mean, I am hungry but did you make this?”

The masked ninja leans against the wall, crossing his arms. “I once had a friend who was a good cook. I learned from him.”

“Do you always cook for your victims?”

A snort is muffled by his swirling mask but that did little to hide his amusement. 

“I’m glad you find this all so funny.”

“I dealt with your ex.” he deadpans, changing the subject.

“He’s my ex now? Funny, I don’t recall breaking up with him.”

“Oh you broke up with him, Sweetheart. The second you came here with me.”

“I also don’t recall voluntarily coming here with you.”

“Well I’m not sharing a bed with someone else’s girlfriend so, you’re single. End of discussion���

Your chopsticks clatter to the ground. Your mouth falls open and you have to remember to shut it. “We’re sharing a bed?”

“Do you see a second bed in here?”

Stammering you struggle to voice your objections to the situation. He cuts off your senseless sounds to inform you that while at your place to pick up your things he informed your boyfriend that you left him and would not be coming back. 

“You WHAT?!”

“I simply spared you the trouble of telling him you don’t love him anymore and that since he didn’t appreciate all the things you did for him, you decided to break up with him and move out. Furthermore, I promised to spare his life in exchange for his good behavior.”

“And that worked?!”

“Sweetie, he just woke up from the nice little sleep I put him in. You really think he was going to test my patience?”

You nod remembering the violence from earlier, feeling the fear crawl up your gut. And he expects you to share a bed. That’s not gonna happen. And what are you to do all day? Does he just expect you to stay in this tiny room all the time, waiting for him to come home like his pet cat? Oh gods, your job…

“Hey, uh... actually, um” you chew your lip afraid to ask the question, “I-you, well, you never told me your name.” Your chest deflated and you look down, worried he’ll get mad at you which is ridiculous but also you’re not dealing with a normal person. You’re dealing with a kidnapping criminal, so you have a right to tread lightly. 

He brings his hand up to the bottom of his mask, cupping his chin in thought. Is he not going to tell me his name?

“I guess for now, call me Tobi.”

“For now?”

“It’s an alias.”

“An alias, a mask, a bunker for a bedroom, and you cover every inch of your skin except your toes. You sure like your privacy.” Another snort comes from his direction. “Would you stop laughing at me?”

“I will when you stop being funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m just saying you want me to sleep in your bed when you hide every part of yourself from me.”

“Precisely.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“That’s how it’s going to work.”

You huff and clean your plate, handing it back to him without a single grain of rice to spare. 

“Well Tobi, do I at least get to go to work in the mornings?”

“Why do you want to go to work?”

“I don’t know, to earn money, to see my friends, to not sit in a windowless bunker. Take your pick.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?!”

“No. I won’t risk you running away.”

“Not that I’d get very far.” you quip with a sideways glance.

“So you understand then. I’m not giving you up.”

“Yeah, I understand. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m not giving up my job.”

“You don’t need it.”

“Yes I do. You took my home and my relationship. Plus all my stuff was left behind so I literally have nothing.”

“You don’t have nothing. You have me.”

“How do i have you?! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU NAME!”

“You don’t need to.”

You feel exasperated. There’s no rationalizing with him. You rub your temples trying to ease the oncoming headache.

Noting your exhaustion, Tobi’s arm disappears and then reappears with a duffle in hand. He drops it on the floor at your feet, next to the bed. “Now you don’t have nothing,” he says as he walks off.

You feel bad. He’s crazy but he came to your rescue when your boyfriend hurt you. He cares about you, he wants to be your world and you dismissed him. Geez, what does it say about you when you feel guilty for hurting your abductor’s feelings. You’re just as insane as him. It’s madness, the entire situation.

Tobi’s gone the rest of the day and you actually miss him. You want him to come back but you’re not even sure what you’d do together if you were in the same room. You guess you’re just bored with nothing to do. How are you going to live like this? While you wait on your captor you go through your duffle. You see some of your favorite clothes, which gives you the creeps, clearly, he’s been watching you awhile if he knows this level of detail. You see a vibrator which you suppose is a little ‘f*** you’ gift, and at the bottom, you see your blanket. 

Looking around the room you see a space catty corner to Tobi’s bed. You lay out your blanket and then pull your pajamas from the duffle before fluffing it to create a makeshift pillow. After donning your pj’s you lay down and fold the blanket over your body, tucking yourself into bed. 

Just as you close your eyes Tobi’s back. “The hell you think you’re doing?”

“Trying to sleep?”

“Not over there, you’re not.”

“Why? Why can’t I sleep where I’d like?”

He’s silent and you just know his jaw is flexing beneath the mask. “Cause I say so.”

“Not good enough.” you say as you turn away from him. “Goodnight.”

You pretend to fall asleep but your ears perk, trying to envision what he’s doing based on the sounds of him shuffling around. He wants to force you into his bed but he doesn’t want to end up like your ex so he doesn’t push it. Eventually he sighs and you know you’ve won. He leaves the room to presumably wash up for bed before returning. Through your closed eyes, you see the darkness thicken and know he’s turned out the lights. The both of you fall asleep without a word until you wake up in the middle of the night shivering. 

Your blanket isn’t thick enough to shield you from the cold of the stone floor. You curl into a ball trying to conserve heat but it’s not enough. Your teeth chatter as you will yourself back to sleep but it’s not working. Your body won't listen to what you want. Then you pick up the sound of shuffling and feel warm arms wrap around you.

“Come to bed, Sweetie.”

You don’t even respond when he lifts you, taking care to grab your blanket and carry you over to the bed. His body heat feels good. His embrace is comforting, which you find bizarre but, at this point you’re not going to question it. You nestle into his chest, fusing yourself with his skin as he adjusts your blanket over your body and pulls the covers on top of you. 

Once he’s done his arm wraps around you and his chin rests just above your head. No mask? I guess it’d be crazy to sleep with it on. Maybe in the morning, you’ll get to meet your captor's face. For now, you’ll share his body heat, cause that’s all this is. At least that’s what you tell yourself. 

Come dawn you struggle to pull yourself out of your sleep. Normally you're a morning person, always springing out of bed and enjoying a little alone time before your boyfriend ex boyfriend woke up. However, today you just want to keep your eyes closed. It takes a moment to realize that Tobi never let you go the entire night. If anything he’s gripping you tighter. Why does he care about me so much? You’re just a stranger to him. So what is this need he has for you? Whatever it is, it’s starting to become addicting. You were skeptical yesterday but now that he’s holding you in his arms, you never want to leave.

What is happening to me?!

With the limited room you have, you twist in his arms and face outward, pushing your back into his chest and moulding your rear into the seat of his pants. You can’t bring your eyes to open but you can feel his physique. He’s toned, and strong, very strong. He also has a large chest, his pecs push against your shoulders with each slumbering breath. All around he’s much more fit than your ex. Thinking back to yesterday, the guy never stood a chance against Tobi. 

It occurs to you that now would be your best chance to see his face but your eyes refuse to peel open. Instead, you enjoy the moment. The dark room hides you and your humanoid space heater as you cuddle the morning away. Sleep causes you to drift in and out. Eventually, you feel his grip on you tighten and then loosen up. He lifts his arm, almost as if he’s checking you to see if this is real before he pulls you against him more. Until now you hadn’t noticed the stiffness between your cheeks but now, your mind zeros in on what you assume to be his manhood. It's big. Bigger than what you're used to and it makes you nervous.

Tobi can feel your heart race in your chest and he kisses your head, knowing you’re awake. 

“Good mornin’ Sweetie.” he mumbles, not even able to open his own eyes.

“Please stop calling me that.” you say with a yawn, “and good morning.”

“You sleep okay?”

“Once I warmed up, yeah.”

He responds with a hug, his pelvis absentmindedly pushing up into you. “Good” he whispers. 

A rush of butterflies erupts just below your rib cage and your breath comes in short. He hums behind you and by gods if it doesn’t make you drool. Seriously, what’s wrong with me?

His hand slips between your legs and begins to play with your bud. You pull in a sharp gasp and twist in his arms. “Hmmm, she likes that, doesn’t she.”

You want to say no, you want to push him off but you just can’t, all you can do is moan and you hate yourself for it. “That’s what I thought. You’re starting to understand what I already know. You’re mine, Sweetie, plain and simple.”

Your shirt feels scratchy against your nipples, the peaks treacherously stiffen and drag against the fabric, making you even more sensitive and in need of release. 

“Too bad we don’t have an audience for your first time becoming my little whore. Don’t worry though. Next time we’ll fix that.”

You’re too dazed and groggy to really register what he’s saying. All you can do is squirm and press into his hand, breathy moans spilling past your lips in a failed attempt to hide what you feel. 

He lifts his head, his lips ghosting over your ear and kissing your cheek. You feel yourself getting hooked on him. His touch, his warmth, his mouth, you still haven’t seen his face but you want him, all of him.

Wiggling under his fingers and lips, you’re so well behaved for your captor. His hand slips under your shirt and you feel his long fingers close around your breast. The digits knead the fat till they find purchase of your nipple and bear down on it, squeezing till you brokenly inhale, the sound high pitched and beautiful. “...so beautiful” he mutters to himself. The hand cupping your core slips under your waistband and gently runs its middle finger along your center, tickling the bud he’d been teasing for several minutes. The butterflies keep swelling and you can't get them to stop. His pointer joins the middle and they trace the outline on your opening but they never slip inside. Why won’t he slip inside? You grind into his hand, dragging your folds over his knuckles trying to get him to enter but he won’t. He just continues to tease you. 

“Tobiii” you whine. 

“No, not yet.”

You weren’t sure what he meant but it made you mad all the same. He’s the one who started this and now he’s holding back? You try to pull away but he grips you tighter. “I’m not done touching you.” he scolds before dragging a large breath through his nose nested in your hair. 

You’re addicting. Your scent makes him go dizzy with lust. A few more deep breaths and he releases you. Panting and adjusting your clothes, you shift over slightly. 

Once your shirt and pants are straight again you look up to see the most handsome scar-torn face you’ve ever laid eyes on. He sees your eyes grow wide and reaches for his mask to cover up his horrifying mug. 

“No!” you grab his wrist in your small hands. “Don’t, I want to see your face.”

“You’re afraid of me.”

“What? No, I , you’re-”

“Hideous, I know,” he says trying to overpower you.

“Not at all! You’re stunning. I didn’t know what to expect but I wasn’t expecting you to be so…handsome.” You blush at your own ludicrous statement. Why are you complimenting your kidnapper? Why were you begging him to finger fuck you just now? 

I’ve gone insane. Truly, I have.

“I’m still wearing it in public.”

“S-sure?” As if you ever had a say in the matter.

“Also, I’ve been thinking about it and... I’m okay with you keeping your job.”

You nod, “That was never up for debate. I was always going to keep my job.

He smiles as your adorable sass and buries his face in your neck. “But we’re gonna to play hookie today and spend the day together. Got it?”

“That also wasn’t up for debate.” You whisper, feeling the pit of your stomach tip over an invisible edge and fall hopelessly in love with the man. Great. Just Great.

To be continued…

Masterlist I Part 2

[or0ch1maru]

If you would want to write it: I'd die to see more of your exhibitionist Tobi!! 😳🙏🏻

18+, minors DNI! Pure filth, smut and more smut

Rough sex, degrading, praising, Exhibitionism, Obito makes an appearance🫶🏻

Clenched my thighs together while writing this, omg😩 he’s just so dreamy…fuck

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•you pissed off your partner, and royally for that matter

•but yet again, your boyfriend is REALLY jealous, despite the ruse he shows off to the rest of your team. The childlike, goofy, and sarcastic attitude is nothing compared to his true personality

•how you got yourself in this position, face mushed deep into your mattress as Tobi’s cock repeatedly hits your g-spot, orgasm after orgasm, even your begging and whining about being overstimulated isn’t enough for him to stop, which only makes you wetter

•is because you were seen by your usual sweet natured partner as you spoke with Deidara. You listened intently as the explosive blonde went into detail about his most recent mission, wrecking havoc with his explosives when Tobi rounded the corner and spotted you

•of course, your sweet boy acted like he always does, teasing and taunting his comrade about his detonating jutsu until Deidara had enough, leaving for his room

•that’s when your felt Tobi’s gloved hand grip the back of your neck firmly, guiding you back to your shared bedroom

•he wasted no time stripping you of your cloak and clothes, leaving them in a pile somewhere near the bed

•despite being fully nude, Tobi’s clothed. Apart from his akatsuki cloak, which he goes without while he’s home, he’s hidden under his long sleeve, and everyday pants.

• “think you’re being cute huh? Laughing it up with deidara when you know all he wants to do is get in your pants?” Tobi growls from behind you as he positions you how he wants on your bed. Face down, ass up, with your legs spread. Everything on display for your boyfriend

•a swift smack lands on your ass, causing you to let out a whine. The dull ache between your legs growing to a persistent throb as his hand lands another firm spank to your soft flesh

• “you think I’m dumb, don’t you? Thinking you can just parade around here, looking cute as you talk to other men. Acting like I don’t exist” Tobi continues, throwing taunts and accusations at you every which way. A satisfied hum leaves his lips as he watches you clench around nothing

•taking note of how pathetic you look, from your ass, all red and tender, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he teases yet refusing to touch you, to your puffy clit, all wet with your slick

•he gives you a mercy

•you faintly hear him spit, pulling his mask back down before cupping your cunt

•you twitch beneath him as you feel a finger trace up and down over your slit. The slow pace in which your partner is moving, is making you impatient

• “Tobi..” you whine your partners name as you buck backwards into his hand, which he replies with a smack to your cunt

• “behave baby or you’ll get nothing.” He coo’s, going back to his ministrations.

•you gasp when you feel a large finger slide in, pumping in and out. Lewd noises coming from your pussy mix with your muffled moans, only to get louder as he slips a second finger inside you.

•you always wonder how much more he can stretch you, only to be constantly reminded anytime he finger fucks you, getting you prepared before filling you with his length

•you cum embarrassingly fast the moment he slides a third digit in, drenching the sheets beneath you as you squirt and make a mess all over his gloves

• “so fucking pathetic..such a dirty girl baby” Tobi purrs as he fucks you through your orgasm, pulling his hand away to pull his cock out

•you push your hips back when you feel his tip prod your entrance, eager for your boyfriend to fuck you

•you’ll never admit it, even though you’re pretty sure he knows, but you purposely go out of your way to hold long conversations with your teammates, only to end up like this. Fucked stupid to the point you can’t even remember your own name

•both of you let out a moan as you feel each other. Tobi’s hands firmly grip your hips as he pushes himself deeper.

•your small hands bunching up the sheets in your grip

•he starts off with slow, and deep thrusts. Letting you take him to the hilt

•before picking up his pace, fucking into you with abandon

•you’ve cum four times already, just from the short time you’ve been filled by him

•and you’re about to make it five times when the knock on your bedroom door scares it away

•you tense, trying to hide your face in the bed to keep your moans from being heard, only for Tobi to fuck you harder

•he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up so that your back is against his chest. The new angle only making it harder to control yourself

• “be nice and tell whoever’s on the other side of the door to come in”, demands your partner.

• “but-.” You begin, only to be met with a single hard thrust

• “don’t make me ask twice baby” he coo’s, bringing the hand that was holding your hip around until he finds your clit, rubbing gentle circles over the puffy nub

• “c-come in” you manage to say. Your words breaking as you feel a mix of pleasure, so close to the edge as Tobi plays with you, to the embarrassment that whoever is on the other side of your door is going to see you like this

•the door slides open, and all you hear is “hey, so as I was saying earlier-.” Deidara’s sentence comes to a stop as he takes in the scene

•Tobi buried deep within your walls, one hand playing with your clit as the other holds you against him by your neck

•your tits bouncing with each thrust

•apart from your leader pain, and his wife, Konan, Deidara is the only other mate to hear Tobi’s real voice, which doesn’t surprise you when you hear him converse back to the blonde

•what surprises you, is how fast your fifth orgasm rolls around as you feel Deidara’s eyes on you

•your eyes close as your partner fucks you through yet another climax, your moans coming out hitched as your slick runs down your thighs and onto the sheets.

•your mind was all fuzzy and didn’t realize deidara had left until you heard the door close behind him. You lost track of time, not knowing how long he and Tobi had spoke for

• “such a whore, coming all over me as our teammate watched…” your boyfriend coo’s into your ear before letting you go. Your hands fly out to catch yourself as you slowly lower your body back into the mattress

• “T-tobi..” you whine as another orgasm approaches

• “I know baby, I know.” He reassures, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases his own release

• “m’ gonna.” You whimper. “Fuck.” The curse slips from Tobi’s lips as his release washes over him the same time yours does

•you barely register your boyfriend pulling himself from you

•suddenly your enveloped in warmth, the smell of his cologne filling your nose as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. His orange mask sitting on the bed beside the two of you

• “you know I love you baby.” He whispers softly, stroking your hair while his other hand draws shapes on your back

• “mhm” you hum. “Love you too” you reply gently, your eyes closing as you bury yourself into his torso

• you’re almost asleep when you hear your lover speak up again

• “maybe I’ll have him join in next time..”

[allnightstay]

Day 19 - Tickle Fight! 💥

Summary: Naruto and Sasuke had been training, but the blonde decided to pull a move he thought would win the fight for sure. He might've been wrong...

Lee: Naruto, Sasuke

Ler: Sasuke, Naruto

Happy TickleTober! 🎃🪶 I hope you enjoy~

The training grounds were quiet, with only the rustling leaves and the sound of Naruto and Sasuke’s footwork breaking the stillness. They had been sparring for a good hour, each trying to one-up the other, as always. Naruto stood panting, hands on his knees, sweat trickling down his face.

"Giving up already?" Sasuke taunted, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Naruto shot back up, blue eyes flashing with determination. "You wish! I just-" He huffed for breath. "-need a minute to strategize!"

Sasuke scoffed, crossing his arms. "Right. Like you ever have a strategy."

But Naruto’s grin suddenly turned mischievous. "You know, Sasuke, I think I do have a plan now."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Oh? And what stupid plan would that be?"

Naruto crouched, muscles tensing as if he were about to pounce. "Tickle jutsu!" he cried, launching himself at Sasuke with a wild grin.

Sasuke barely had time to dodge as Naruto tackled him to the ground. "What the...Naruto!" Sasuke snarled, struggling beneath him.

"Gotcha!!" Naruto grinned triumphantly as his fingers darted to Sasuke’s sides, wiggling them playfully along his ribs.

Sasuke twitched violently. "Hng- N-Naruto! Stop that!" he growled, but a small, involuntary gasp escaped his lips when Naruto hit just the right spot.

"No way!" Naruto grinned even wider, encouraged by Sasuke’s reaction. "You’re ticklish, aren’t you, Sasuke? I knew it!!" He upped his speed, attacking Sasuke’s ribs and stomach with merciless little pokes.

Sasuke thrashed, lips pressed into a tight line as if he refused to let any laughter escape. "Naruto-!" he warned, his voice dangerously low.

"Come on, just laugh already! You’re totally losing!" Naruto said, hands working furiously to keep up the tickling.

Sasuke’s patience snapped. "You idiot- ugh fine!"

In one swift movement, Sasuke flipped them over, pinning Naruto flat on his back. Naruto blinked up at him, startled.

"W-wait, what are you-"

But before he could react, Sasuke’s hands descended on him with precision, fingers expertly kneading into his sides.

"HAHAHA!! No! Sasuke, not you too! HahahaHAHAHA!!!" Naruto’s laugh burst out immediately, loud and wild as he squirmed beneath Sasuke.

Sasuke’s smirk deepened. "What’s wrong, Naruto? Can’t handle a little tickling?" His tone was calm, but there was a distinct glint of amusement in his dark eyes.

"NAHAHAHA OKAHAHAHAY! I’m—HAHA—I’m sorry!" Naruto gasped between bouts of uncontrollable laughter, kicking his legs wildly to no avail. Sasuke's grip was unrelenting, and every touch sent Naruto into new fits of giggles.

"You thought you’d win with this?" Sasuke said dryly, fingers now digging into Naruto’s ribs and hips, hitting every sensitive spot he could find. Naruto was ridiculously ticklish, and Sasuke made sure to exploit it fully.

"NOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR! You’re—HAHA—CHEATING!" Naruto howled, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes from the nonstop laughter.

"Cheating?" Sasuke echoed with a scoff. "This was your idea, dummy."

Naruto could barely breathe, thrashing helplessly under Sasuke’s tickling assault. "I CAN’T—AAAHAHAhaha—Okay! OKAHAHAHAY!! You win! You win!"

Satisfied, Sasuke finally relented, sitting back and letting Naruto catch his breath. Naruto lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for air, a goofy grin plastered across his flushed face.

"You really thought you’d beat me with that?" Sasuke asked, shaking his head with a faint smirk.

Naruto propped himself up on his elbows, still grinning despite the defeat. "Hahaha... Okay, maybe it wasn’t my best plan."

"Obviously." Sasuke stood, brushing the dirt off his clothes. "Next time, try thinking a little harder before you do something so stupid."

Naruto gave him a cheeky grin. "Yeah, yeah... But you are ticklish, though. I’m totally telling Sakura."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "If you value your life, you won’t."

Naruto laughed, scrambling to his feet. "Gotta catch me first!"

And just like that, Naruto took off running, Sasuke hot on his heels. Their training may have turned into a tickle fight, but some things between them never changed.

[artistic-endchamber]

OC Profile -- Naruto 🍥

[ My girl!! <3 ]

Momoko Rurizawa 

Basic Information

Momoko Rurizawa

Blood Type: A positive

Age: 12-16 (As the series goes on, Older in ‘Haruto’)

Birthplace & Current Residence: Village hidden in the mist, Village hidden in the leaves

Occupation: Shinobi/Kunoichi 

Affinity: Water Chakra nature

Height: 157 - 167.8 cm (5'2-5’6, grows)

DOB: February 26th

Sex, Gender Identity, and Sexuality: AFAB, Female, and Demisexual.

Voice Claim: Bubble Girl (BNHA)

Personality

Momoko is a kind, Caring, but powerful young lady. She’s a bit on the rougher side, though, and she tends to knock sense into her allies using force. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care; she loves her friends. Momoko will jump in front of a train for any of her closest friends, and she’ll never regret it. 

Likes: Spending time with her friends, and learning about medicinal herbs. She also enjoys reading. 

Dislikes: Inconsistency and bright colors. They’re both very random things but she doesn’t have many things to hate or dislike outwardly. Oh, and she also hates pork.

Appearance

Momoko changes her outfits multiple times during the series – Due to being a part of the Akatsuki and a leaf shinobi, plus having a time skip outfit. 

Light blonde hair, (A pigment between Naruto’s and Tsunade’s hair color) but with a streak of Rosy red in her right bang. 

Weight: 140 lbs

Height: 157 - 167.8 cm (5'2-5’6, grows)

She has a slimmer build but is still slightly curvy. She builds muscle over time. 

Lavender purple eyes that glow in the moonlight and shimmer in starlight. She’s decently tan, due to training in the hot sun. 

Her outfits are hard to describe due to there being so many, but she does go from wearing the Sound Village headband to not wearing one at all. She joins the Akatsuki and wears the robe shortly, but then returns to the Leaf village and wears the Leaf headband from then on. 

Modifications to her Body: Momoko has a tattoo on her that helps her with the Chakra-draining attribute in the Jutsu that was passed down by her family. It isn’t visible for most of the time, but much like the Byakago seal, it forms on her when she uses it. 

Skills

Momoko is swift and agile. She has the preciseness and ability to unleash her strength only when she needs it and no later. Her endurance and stamina built up an incredible amount over time; which also helps her push through and reserve her incredible amount of chakra. 

Background

Momoko Rurizawa was born in the Hidden Mist – or in other words, the Bloody Mist Village. She grew up with her mother and father, and although they weren’t wealthy; they still lived happily.

Until her Mother was Killed. 

Momoko’s mother, Makio, had seemingly owed debts to Gatou, a local tyrant and delinquent. When she was unable to pay everything back, he promised to kill her whole family. Mamoko’s Mother was slaughtered gruesomely after being taken advantage of – but Momoko was able to flee with her father. 

Around the time they got out of the Mist, was around the time a new village had been established – The Hidden Sound. Momoko’s father, Hiroshi, had been offered a job there, and so they stayed. Orochimaru was still in the village at this time, and his eyes fell on Momoko, fully aware of the amount of Chakra she possessed. 

Momoko grew up with only her father for years, trying to learn about her Chakra and Abilities in secret. No one around her understood, and she didn’t count on them to understand either. Hiroshi was starting to grow weary of Orochimaru – but continued doing his dirty work. Momoko never knew who Orochimaru was, she just knew his name, and that Hiroshi worked for him. 

Of course, even this time, Momoko’s sense of reality had to break one day. 

Hiroshi finally figures out what’s going on with Orochimaru, and he retaliates. He stops doing his boss’s dirty tasks, and that infuriates Orochimaru. After much fighting, Hiroshi dies. Yet again, Momoko is forced to run to escape, and she makes it to the outer parts of the Land of Rice Paddies. She gets taken in by an older woman for a while, and after a year or two – she returns to the village (By now, Orochimaru is gone). 

She enters the Chuunin exams as a shinobi of the Sound, and her team consists of two other teammates – a girl and a guy – who seem to have a distaste for her. 

Jutsu

Personal Jutsu-

Ninja Art – The Staff of Souls

Momoko has a special Bo staff known as a Chakra weapon (A concept from a personal Naruto project I’m working on) that allows her to imbue someone's Chakra into it. She uses this for any of her general attacks, and It really comes in handy for offense. This also works like a summoning jutsu, she can essentially summon the staff to her as long as she has her scroll. 

Summoning Jutsu 

As referenced above, this one is pretty simple. Momoko can summon her staff to her but only if she has her summoning scroll. She only discovers this after she almost looses her staff in the Forest of Death. 

Kekei Genkai / Family Jutsu? -

Ninja Art – Chakushou 

A chakra barrier that occurs from using her own chakra, and the chakra that is sealed inside of her staff. To keep the domain going, Chakushou drains the opponents Chakra and uses it to keep refueling itself. (Think of a Mana Zone or Domain Expansion)

Generic Jutsu -

Summoning Jutsu 

As referenced above, this one is pretty simple. Momoko can summon her staff to her but only if she has her summoning scroll. She only discovers this after she almost loses her staff in the Forest of Death. 

Shadow Clone Jutsu

Momoko Learns this forbidden Jutsu from Naruto after the chuunin exams – Before she leaves with Sasuke. 

Clone Jutsu

The generic clone Jutsu that anyone can use to make illusions of themselves. 

Water Whip Jutsu

This is a personal one that I (The OC Creator) made up, but It is in no way a personal Jutsu that Momoko Owns. This is solely based on her Water chakra nature, which she can use to manipulate nearby water into a whip or other forms later on in the series. 

Clone Jutsu

As per the title – The usual CLone jutsu that is typically used as an illusion or evasion tactic. Not like the shadow clone Jutsu. (Every Genin must learn this and perfect it so obviously she knows it). 

Substitution Jutsu

Also a Jutsu used a lot in the show – An evasion tactic in which the user substitutes their body for an inanimate object. 

Transformation Jutsu

In which the user can transform their looks and voice into someone (or something) else’s – but obviously, cannot copy a Kekei Genkai or a special Jutsu. 

Unnamed or WIP Jutsu - 

-> A sealing jutsu in which Momoko can trap her opponents inside her staff

-> A special COmbo Jutsu she uses with Sasuke ( OR Naruto)

Chakra Items (If any) - 

-> The Staff of souls! Also known as her Bo staff. 

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Other art refrences!

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^ Above art by @yukiblob

[hegoeshardasfuck]

sweet treat

wordcount: 1.1K

tags: lingerie, kinktober, minor body worship, sub naruto, dom sakura, dom sasuke

synopsis: they rip it off of him, of course, even if he does look absolutely delectable in lacy lingerie

authors note: written for day nine of kinktober, additional note at bottom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59614009

"I think you look quite nice," Sasuke said.

Naruto pouted up at him from where he sat on the bed.

Sakura leaned down to pluck at the thin fabric strips on his body. With a simple motion she snapped it to his skin and he yipped at the sting.

He swatted away her hands. "Lay off the merchandise."

"Bold talk for someone in what's effectively a pink bikini," Sakura answered with as she snapped the strap again.

"That makes it sound like you'd let him outside looking like this- I'd rather this treat be just for us." Sasuke seats himself beside Naruto and taps the blondes forearm.

He raises it up from where it rested between his closed knees on instinct at the touch. He immediately regretted it when Sasuke gripped his inner thigh hard. A small whimper escaped as his lover groped the tender flesh in earnest.

"You really want this on display for the world to see, Sakura?" Sasuke asked as he raised Naruto's other arm from where it tried to cover him, "It barely fits him."

"They don't usually make this sort of thing for men," Sakura answered with as she sat on the other side of Naruto and traced along the thin strips of fabric. It was somewhat loose in the chest and completely ineffective in the crotch, if he moved wrong you wouldn't be able to tell there was an attempt at lingerie. Really, it'd look closer to a hoop of fabric wrapped around the crest of his hips if the the thong slipped.

"I'm shocked they even let me buy this," Naruto said quietly as his lovers inspected his body. "I got some weird looks, that's for sure."

"I'd say it was worth it." Sasuke kisses at Naruto's throat, fondling him with one hand while the other is used for support.

Naruto gasps, clawing into the sheets.

"You look great in them, sweetheart." Sakura traces up his chest as he speaks. She pulls to strain the fabric as she does so.

He keens against the pressure on his skin, tight against his shoulder blades and snapping back down to his chest.

"We may need to buy you a new set later," Sasuke hummed idly. He broke the strip of fabric down the front of the crotch as he spoke, "So much of it will just get in the way when we fuck you."

"You'll look far better with it in shreds and barely clinging to you anyways," Sakura assured gently as she slid back down to the lacy garter on his thigh. It wasn't even really part of a set considering all the fabric was red yet it was a white hue. He probably just grabbed it because he thought it'd look nice- and he was right.

"This cost me so much though..."

"We'll get you something properly fitted in orange next time you want to dress pretty for us."

"Next time you should use your sexy jutsu, you'll fill out nicely."

"Part of the appeal is that he doesn't fill out nicely, Sasuke," Sakura said, "Everyone knows what women look like in lingerie, men? Not nearly as often."

Naruto nodded, "That's why I didn't." He's lying. He just forgot. He's a bit of a suck up to Sakura sometimes.

And it pays off as always.

Her touch quickly joins Sasuke in working up his inner thigh, spreading his legs as she does so. His knees give under her touch, allowing himself to be pliant under her will, even when she takes extra time to slide a finger under the thigh garter. She tugs on it and he whimpers.

A smirk raises to her face, "We should get you a collar."

Naruto swallowed thickly, "A collar?"

Sasuke nodded, "Yeah, a collar, you'll look good with a collar." He revels in the way Naruto leans back on him in the flames of pleasure. His motions are swift but thorough, spreading pre down the length.

"You think?" Naruto asked, a sharp breathiness to his tone as Sakura dragged her nails across his thigh. She brought her lips to press open mouthed kisses to his neck all the while.

She hummed in agreement of the notions only to whisper against his throat, "That or we brand you with our sigils."

Naruto doesn't know how he feels about the pang of arousal that runs through him at the notion of being permanently brought into their clans.

He isn't given time to think about it either as Sakura starts tracing along the webbing expanse of fabric on his torso. She makes sure to brush past his nipples as she does so, revelling in the way he goes ramrod straight at the abrupt stimulus. She doesn't bother spending much time giving his chest attention though.

He does whine when she stops.

And she quirks a brow.

"Just grab his tits," Sasuke said bluntly.

"They're not-"

"With the way you're acting they might as well be," Sasuke said calmly, he still had to punctuate shutting up Naruto with a harsh jerk of his hand, it made the blonde moan, "Right, Sakura?"

Sakura nodded along before doing as told, watching as Naruto further came undone as she gripped his chest. For a guy who spent most of his life eating nothing but top ramen he was in shockingly good health. And maybe now isn't the best time for her mind to be going to his medical state as she roughly grips his pectorals and grinds the heel of her palm against his nipple for that rich reaction, but she is impressed.

The fabric gets in the way and with flicks of her wrists and tight grips it breaks apart. He's twitchy under their shared efforts of verbal and physical stimulus. Every time her skin so much as touches his areola he whimpers loudly. Nipple play, she wouldn't've guessed that would be the thing to make him come undone in their grips.

She never would've guessed nipple play would do anything for him at all. He's a surprising one that's for sure. He went out of his way to get lingerie knowing they'd destroy it and he let them tear it up till it struggles to cling to his body, just red stripes across his shaky form.

"We'll get you orange next time," Sasuke said, "We won't break it either."

"We probably won't, no promises," Sakura answered with. She still hadn't raised her hands from his chest, the part of her that wanted to pleasure him having partially swapped with the part of her that's a medical shinobi.

He still whimpers loudly at every last bit of pressure she applies, heavily leaned on Sasuke for support.

Sasuke raised a cum slick hand to brush off Sakura's, "Give him a break."

Sakura retracted her hands, "Tomorrow-"

"No tomorrows," Sasuke said, "Right now will have to do."

"You're right," Sakura said, humbly submitting herself to Sasuke, "You're cleaning the sheets then."

Sasuke hummed, quiet amusement on his voice. "I can get that done."

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additional note:

so notes app killed itself and trashed my kinktober prompt list and the fics i had pre-written, send in requests and/or prompts if ya have any because i dont know what im gonna write to recover from this

[howlingday]

au where when jaune fell off the bridge he fell into the naruto universe and honestly was a pretty strong fighter by nature of his aura and semblance just making him tankier than anything your average ninja or samurai could throw at him (the upper level ones are still a threat but he's training for that) only problem? jaune ends up raising a little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes like him and everyone assumes he was irresponsible and got a girl teen pregnant, HE'S EXTREMELY RESPONSIBLE! just ask his son Pyrrhus tldr: rusted knight jaune is naruto's dad and jaune's a pretty big deal due to being on the upper levels of strength

I had an idea for a different kind of Ninja Jaune, but I'll see what I can do for this.

---------------------------------------------------

"Hey, kiddo! How was class?"

"Fine." Pyrrhus sighed as he sat at the table. "Got made fun of in class again."

"Really? How come?" Jaune gave a judging scowl. "It was that pervy thing, was it?"

"So what if it was?!" Pyrrhus crossed his arms with a pout. "It's the best skill I got!"

"Pyrrhus," Jaune sighed, "I get that you're using your... imagination, but you can't just spam the same move all the time. You have to adapt, change your style! Like I did!"

"Ugh, here we go." Pyrrhus groaned.

"There I was, deep in the woods nearby." Jaune raised his hand. "Armed only with a broken sword, I fought against the most dangerous ninjas in the village. They came at me from all sides, but my aura and my armor proved to be too tough for them! I barely escaped with my life, and came upon you, sleeping in a warm, red cradle. I took you in my arms, and a voice said to me, 'This child needs you.' From that day forward, I swore I would dedicate my life to... to... Pyrrhus?"

The boy was gone from the table, having left to let his dad ramble. Jaune gave a sigh as he scratched his head. Honestly, what was he to do with that boy? Nora probably had more of an attention span than him.

Jaune then found himself thinking about that night again. After he fell and landed in this strange, new world. Sooner or later, Pyrrhus would learn the truth.

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"Katon! Karyudan no jutsu!"

Jaune ducked as a stream of flames soared overhead. He didn't know what the heck happened! One minute, he's fighting on the bridge against Cinder. The next, he's in a forest, fighting black figures with strange semblances.

"Surround him!" A voice called out. "Don't let the trespasser near the village!"

"He's probably a spy, sent to ensure the Kyuubi would be summoned!"

Jaune spun in time to deflect shuriken from striking him. As he ran backwards, he tripped and rolled downhill. He struck his arm on the way down, but there wasn't time to whine about it. He'd have to heal as he ran.

He was almost out of the treeline when a hand grabbed his collar and tossed him backwards. A woman pointed her blade down at him, an inch from his chestplate.

"What village do you work for?"

"Uh, Mantle?" Jaune asked.

"Where?" The blade scratched his armor, emitting a horrible screech.

"I don't know! Atlas? Ever heard of Atlas?"

"What clan do you serve?"

"What cla- Listen, I don't know what's going on. I'm Jaune Arc, and I'm a huntsman of Atlas! I need to get back to my friends!"

"...Sensei."

"Yeah, I heard him." A voice said behind Jaune. "I've never heard of this Atlas or of the Arc clan."

"Should we dispose of him?"

"No. We need to return to the village. He's harmless with a broken sword." The two disappeared as swift as the wind.

"Yeah, don't ask for my input." Jaune dusted himself off as he stood up. Continuing his path from the treeline, he found himself in a clearing, where he found two people on a stone slab. As he got closer, three terrifying facts came into view.

One, there were three people, a child and two adults. Two, the adults were dead, but the child was alive. Three, there was blood everywhere.

Jaune found himself running, and as he got closer, he found lying there. Cold. Scared. Alone. He removed his armor and then his sweater, taking the baby into his arms, swaddled in his sweater.

"Hi." Jaune whispered. "Hi, I'm... I'm Jaune. Jaune Arc. It's short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it." He chuckled. "And... And your name is Pyrrha- Er, Pyrrhus. Pyrrhus Penny Arc."

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"Pyrrhus?!" Jaune shouted. "What were you thinking?!"

"I was thinking that I'm gonna be the best!" The boy pointed to his defaced graffiti artwork. "Those chumps up there won't even compare to me when I'm up there! I'm gonna become the greatest Hokage ever!"

"Pyrrhus..." Jaune sighed.

"There's that boy again..." Jaune heard a voice whisper.

"Honestly, what is that man doing, letting that monster run around like that?"

"Why doesn't the Hokage do something about that outsider?"

Jaune could shrug these insults off all day. They were way worse at Beacon. Heck, Atlas had worse stings than this. If this was the worst Konoha could deal, then he was all-

"Don't you know? My husband says there's a demon inside that boy."

"Mommy, look, it's Pyrrhus!"

"Get away from the window! You don't want him anywhere near this house."

"Why hasn't the Hokage executed that boy already?"

Jaune looked to his son and noticed his mood had doured. He couldn't even look upwards to his artwork with pride anymore. Suddenly, Jaune's teeth started to clench with the same intensity as his muscles.

"Hey, Pyrrhus?"

"Huh?"

"Nice job on that booger up there." Jaune smiled. "Looks like he's got a cold."

Pyrrhus chuckled. "I thought somebody would like that."

"Kinda reminds me of when Iruka had those pepper cookies we baked before the parent teacher conference." The two chuckled and snickered.

"Oh, is that what happened?"

The duo froze. Then slowly turned. Oh, there was Iruka-sensei now. They turned forward. They crouched.

"RUN FOR IT!" Jaune roared.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU TWO!" Iruka shouted as he chased the father and son.

"Ugh..." The Third Hokage groaned. "It's still too early in the day for those two."

[onibeauty]

𝚡𝚞𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛: xui tan sour's fan toss is one of the prime reasons mai is a fan-geared character, as the concept of bladed weapons that are both stationary and mobile ( their fatal move is tossing their fans and slicing anyone in their path while almost looking like twin dragons coursing through the arena ... so badass ). 

  𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊: like unohana, mai's disposition is complex and two sided: on one hand, there is the pleasant, loving, and almost jolly character that friends get to see ... but on the inside, there is a boiling bloodlust that comes out at the worst of times. sometimes the two merge, which make for a bloodbath with a smile on their face. 

  𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊: a total fan favorite, kitana, like xui tan sour, is here for here war fans, as well as her awesome wind abilities ( her fan lift in the latest mortal kombat is just stellar by the way: very clever and coy for mai ).

  𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚞: a prime study in both mai's oni heritage and their pleasurable yet slightly dark disposition. like karaku, mai is often very relaxed and pleased about mostly anything, including a battle to the death. also, karaku's a wind demon so the cards really do match up here.

  𝚖𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚒: the biggest inspiration and the reason for their namesake: they're both masters of the konuichi seduction style, only to mask their fighting prowess in battle. they've both got agile movement, swift attacks, and very jiggly assets ( though my mai wouldn't lust after andy ... they'd be much more interested in terry ~ ).

  𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎: an example of when mai's more ... dark tendencies are exploited: if someone needs to be killed, assassinated, or just plain taken out, mai is more than happy to do it, and spares no expense to make sure that it's done. 

  𝚣𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗: while mai doesn't have avian features like this beautiful digimon, they do have their wind abilities, using their fans to generate slicing winds and hurricane-level breezes when a fight calls for them. 

  𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚞 𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚔: opposite of cheshire, nelliel represents mai's more jovial aspects and livelier personality, though also an instance where mai locks in for a fight and can get dead serious if the situation calls for it ( also ... tackle hugs ... lots of tackle hugs ... )

  𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒: no, mai does not have the iconic giant folding fan yet, but temari's wind jutsus are a prime example of how mai's wind powers emulate, from there ability to create gigantic tornados that can suck in and slice anything, to causing humongous gale winds that batter or knock down anything in their path. 

[thetoaddaddy]

idears for 3h verse

Empire born. From the poorer part of Enbarr. From no prominent family with power. He fought for his food and stole things to survive. He was just a street urchin, just above homeless orphan but hardly safe in the shelter he did have. When the funky blood cult wizards moved in things changed in his life.

I imagine they took less important people before tackling the royal family. So there was probably an epidemic of orphans and children of poorer families going missing as they bribed and corrupted the nobles to get their hands on more precious blood. 

And he was simply taken for a sum. With parents who didn’t care much about him who need money to buy a meal he was essentially bought. Funky blood experiments later, perhaps he was one of the first successes, and boom white hair and a foreign crest alive in his body. 

After being forced into combat training to see if he can hone and wield this new crest he was left kinda shut down emotionally from the situation until his survival wasn’t something he could count on. In a way he was grateful, but he was not drinking their kool aid and he definitely didn’t believe their bullshit about rejecting all that’s good in the world over some stupid ancient grudge. Nah bro sissi Sothis is in his mind and prayers. 

Eventually he did escape. It took multiple attempts after a lot of years but he left and never looked back. For a time he was taken pity on from a few strangers. He was a teenager with barely any knowledge of the land or how to live in it. But he learned to live off the land when needed and relied on old childhood habits. Alas he still feared being snatched up again so he learned to cut down anyone who tried to corner him and ironically using the skills he was forced into honing. He had to survive and this was the only path in front of him. He didn’t stay long, always wondering who would be on his heels. 

As a result he took jobs as a mercenary for the most part. He could be pretty sneaky with his skills he earned as a child and honed when escaping his imprisonment. He does stop by the monastery from time to time. He usually doesn’t take jobs that would anger the church and is usually welcomed as a neutral party. They try to recruit him but it would take lots of convincing to stay put. He doesn’t trust staying put. And due to him being an exception to the rule for a shortened life due the experimentations the salty dark cult are interested in hunting him down to extract his blood again. So.. he’s a wee bit paranoid of being tracked. I like to imagine he is also one of the only people who really lives so nomadically in a pretty strict and structured society with three separate factions who have only had their liberations for not that long in the grand scheme of it. 

Class tree: 

Commoner 

Myrmidon

Thief

Trickster

I know it’s a special class but given Jiraiya’s canon abilities I think it makes most sense to give him that class. While weaponry isn’t usually his style there are instances where he uses swords and axes as opposed to fisticuffs and jutsu. I could also see war monk but he isn’t well suited to healing. To expose myself here I have given this too much thought. Reason magic is more his forte and he’s grown a mastery of it, having a preference for fire spells but is able to cast the more complex spells that have horribly menacing energy(perhaps hinting his past) and his swords are more for the swift convenience and triangle advantage. He’s skilled with them and can cut down most anyone in his way, but he usually uses it when he’s trying to hide the spells he can cast. The white magic is similar. He never doubted the goddess or her existence. While he isn’t the most devout he does believe in her. So… he maybe can pop a heal but I imagine his faith magic manifests in defensive/assets rather than recovery. We’re talking Warp, Aura, Seraphim. And I think a unique one. Something like “Judgment” or “Retribution” something that gives pissed off in a goddess honouring way. 

Personality wise I doubt much will change. I think despite all the dark he’d still be the goofy lil perv he is known to be. His only vice being his quest to write his graphic love books, which are not permitted into the church library. They’re seen as a tad obscene. And due to his chipper exterior people get the impression his life is and always has been easy. However he is a bit distant and does find comfort in romps with strangers to kinda feel wanted. So he’s a bit harder to romance since as this is a solo thing(no colabs w other nart chars but that can be subjected to change if anyone is as mentally ill about this as i am) he has no deep connections with anyone and has never had them. 

Skills:

(Unique skill) Casanova: Adjacent female allies gain +3 defence and res

Locktouch

Stealth

Lucky seven

White tomefaire

Sword prowess 3

Faith 3

Hp +5

Boons: 

Speed

Dex

Luck

Banes: 

Defense 

Hp

Standard sword combat arts

Part 1: He’s a drifter. Comes and goes like a stray cat. Sometimes can be spotted on the same battlefield, contracted for similar jobs. He usually picks the more morally correct jobs. He can be spotted from time to time in the monastery. Usually to restock his supplies and get a free meal. He’s a little shifty but his decent standings in the church means he’s welcome to the accommodations from time to time like any other traveller. He freely travels the different factions, keeping a low profile for the most part despite being a successful author. 

Part 2: Pretty much retreats to the underground if not recruited. Probably hangs with the Abyssians for the most part as if anyone understands the struggle it’s them. Its already full of shady characters and even a few desperate runaways like him so… its his crowd. Idk there probably is a route where he is captured by Thales and the funky bunch. But i imagine hed be drained of most his blood or put in a much more secure confinement. Could be funny if in the middle of that battle he sorta shows up in the corner of the map like lmao nice try assholes no prison can hold me dickless, proceeds to agro to the boss and treasures. 

Post: If alone he’d return to his nomadic writing life, perhaps taking time to donate to orphanages on occasion and stopping in to tell stories.. and stopping in at the occasional whore house as any healthy man would 💀. If paired off he’d be happy to finally settle down and enjoy whatever ambiguous years he has left with a partner and children, free of the worry of being hunted down. 

[justsomeoneunordinary]

I wish you'd write a fic where Izuna and Mito work together for something. i love your badass, powerful and ruthless Mito, and I think she and Izuna deserve the chance to wreak havoc together

Tbh, I came up pretty blank with this request. There’s a reason why I don’t write missions or fighting and only glaze over them. 😭💔 But have a little something anyway, dear anon:

The Kaguya Clan requests a meeting with Konoha’s leaders for a possible alliance or even to join in. Everyone knows it’s a trap—the Kaguya are well known for their bloodthirst and warmongering. But Konoha can’t afford declining either, as it could discourage other clans to join

Izuna and Mito are having none of that. This is Izuna’s brother’s/Mito’s husband’s dream and neither will allow that dream to be shattered

So they go on an unofficial (and also secret because neither Hashirama nor Madara knows) mission to discourage the Kaguya from coming even close to Konoha

They don’t go together actually, they just happen to have the same idea, and since they’re both headed in the same direction, their meeting is inevitable. Izuna and Mito attack each other at first, thinking the other is enemy shinobi, before realizing what’s up. Neither is willing to go back to Konoha, so they decide to team up

Since this is a secret mission, they can’t let other clans know that Konoha is now eliminating whole clans. It means Izuna and Mito can’t use their signature jutsus—Izuna can’t use his Mangekyou abilities and Mito can’t unleash the Kyuubi, no matter how much she’d love to

Getting in the compound is easy—a quick genjutsu Izuna’s and a swift slit to the throat from Mito give them a way past the guards

Separating and sneaking from home to home, they only manage a handful of assassinations before someone sounds the alarms and all hell breaks loose

It’s a blood bath from then on, really

Izuna is careful not to use katon, keeps it to raiton instead and electroshocks his opponents

Mito, who’s mostly known for her seals and poisoned senbon, uses suiton instead and combines it with Izuna’s raiton

Izuna genjutsu’s some of them to fight against each other

There’s definitely a moment where Mito gets ahold of one of those bone weapons of the Kaguya’s kekkei genkai and rams it into someone’s jugular

At some point, Izuna is being attacked from behind while he’s occupied with two other shinobi, and Mito steps in quickly, paralyzing said attacker with a seal, which later once they’re dealt with, Izuna burns off so it can’t be traced back to Mito

They end up fighting back-to-back, and for two people who’ve never fought with each other before, never even spoke much to each other before, they get in sync really well

In the end, not a single Kaguya shinobi is left alive. The civilian district is, thankfully, farther away in the compound, and Izuna and Mito can only hope none of them caught a glimpse of what they look like

They don’t talk on their way back to Konoha. But it’s a comfortable silence—there’s understanding now between them, which they lacked before. And a lot of respect for each other

They arrive a day before news reaches Konoha that the Kaguya Clan has been completely eliminated. Instead of going home, they first visit Tobirama, who knew what these two were up to the moment they disappeared, for healing, so that neither Hashirama nor Madara would know what Izuna and Mito had done that night

And they never find out. But they suspect

And Izuna and Mito become the closest friends overnight, taking the secret of what happened to the Kaguya to their grave

Less fighting, more everything else, but… hope it’s a something anyway :)

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[shisuisui]

Meeting Shisui for the first time

Age 5

On the first day of the academy, young y/n was nervous, to say the least. As the daughter of the third Hokage, many people had high expectations of her. Her older brother Asuma was already a genin and couldn´t be there for her on her big day and neither was her father. Unsure of what to do the young girl just stared at her feet, hoping the day would pass fast. “Hey, you´re the daughter of Lord Third, right?” Y/n stared at the black eyes of a raven-haired boy with a cute smile that highlighted his dimples. “Yes, I´m Y/n.” She bowed slightly to the boy who then sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “I´m Shisui Uchiha.” Uchiha? She thought.

That means he´s also from a big clan from Konoha. But that also means… “Do you already have your Sharingan? Can you show me?” Y/n´s curiosity got the best of her and she could only stare at the boy in front of her and hope that she would see the famous Sharingan firsthand. But then he started laughing. “No, no, I haven´t awakened mine yet. But I hope it will happen soon. Don´t worry I will tell you.” This interaction marked the beginning of an inseparable friendship between the two.

Only half a year later both were placed on the same genin Team alongside their friend Asahi under the lead of Shikaku Nara. Shikaku saw great potential in his three students and was positive that all three would reach Jonin rank before their 10th birthday. If all would be able to see it, since the nations were in the middle of the third shinobi war one could only hope that they would make it out alive.

Age 6

On a sunny day, their team found themselves in the hokage´s office to get their next mission. It would be one without their sensei since both Shisui and Y/n had attained their chunin vests. Lord Third gave the three a simple escort mission to protect a valuable scroll being delivered to a neighboring village.

As they stood at the village gates, Y/n adjusted her headband and vest and glanced at her friends. Shisui, with his characteristic calm and enigmatic smile, was sharpening a kunai while Asahi stared at the sky seemingly lost in thought. It might have been an odd sight, seeing the three young children preparing themselves but all three were highly skilled shinobi. “Alright, team let´s go.” Shisui declared with determination in his voice.

They set off into the dense forest that separated the Hidden Leaf Village from their destination, the Village of Whispers. The journey was long, and as they went deeper into the woods, the atmosphere grew more tense. The forest was known for its unpredictability, with traps and dangers lurking around every corner. All of them were aware that a simple mission could turn dangerous as they were still in the middle of a war and even enemy shinobi would not hesitate to kill them.

Shisui took the lead, and his Sharingan activated to sense any potential threats. Asahi kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, ready to react at a moment´s notice. Y/n, ready to use her Chakra blades that were so like her older brother´s was also on alert.

As they moved through the forest, they encountered a group of rogue ninjas from a rival village who were intent on stealing the valuable scroll. The battle was fierce, with the enemy ninja using their jutsu to gain the upper hand. Shisui's Sharingan allowed him to anticipate their moves, while Asahi's precise strikes incapacitated their foes. Amid battle, Shisui found himself surrounded by two particularly skilled opponents. As he dodged their attacks with swift movements, he noticed Asahi, who had been silently observing, moving into position to assist him alongside Y/n. Asahi used his wind style to throw the enemies that attacked Shisui from behind toward Y/n who tried to have her friends backs by slicing through every enemy that came into her way. Without a word, they coordinated their attacks flawlessly, taking down their adversaries in a spectacular display of teamwork. The rogue nin were no match for the three, especially for the teammate with incredible fire jutsus and the Sharingan. Clothes dirtied with blood the three reached their destination and successfully delivered the scroll. After reporting to the Hokage Shisui, Y/n and Asahi stood exhausted in front of the Hokage tower, just dwelling in silence.

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

Starter for @uchiha--hikaku

Five years after Uchiha Shisui was proclaimed dead.

"Listen to me here is what we are going to do" Map of Konoha and the surrounding area was unrolled over the big oak table, each and every one of the Akatsuki present. And even Pain had a representative there, Paper Angel was present. Known as a good strategist curly youngster and the newest member of the Akatsuki was about to prove his worth.

He knew how to get inside, but the jutsu that protected Konoha would give them out easily. This was the part where Shisui, an ex-Konohian comes to play. Jutsu won't react to him. His task was simple he will abduct one of the kids that belonged to one of the elders. That child they will use to get one of their own back.

It worked but not for a long, after them and the child they took, Konohians dispatched two teams. Each team had three nin. The team that went after Shisui and Hidan had little chance against Immortal and Sharingan and soo they were dead. But the other team that went after Kakuzu and Sasori had one survivor. Kakuzu had him unconscious tide and with a bag made out of cloth over his head.

Captured man and child were taken back to the hideout. The only important thing is that message with demands is delivered to Konoha, it was simple. Life for life. All they wanted was Deidara.

The child was still out, but that man was waking up, still tied and with a bag over his head. He was demanding to know where he is, his voice was deep, tone strict almost outraged. And almost too familiar.

"Shut up already, as soon as Konoha gives back Deidara you can go home and play hero" But the man was not shutting up, he got even more agitated. Demanding to see with whom is he talking.

Shisui didn't comply because he wanted but because he thought to use Sharingan and shut the man up. With one swift fluid pull, he took the bag off. Revelation made him stop in his own tracks, it stunned him. It felt like a punch in the guts. Anthracite eyes, hair long dark brown a brunette. Anger on his face retreats when their eyes met

Uchiha Hikaku...

Along with Hikaku died joy and everything. All that remains is despair and a future of meaningless tomorrow. Shisui mourned his death and left after the slaughter. Shisui escaped and lived from that day on in hell, knowing that nothing much surprised him or bothered him after that...

"Hikaku? That changes nothing" the mask of indifference was back on

[pathfinderunlocked]

Garo Master - CR8 Undead

A boss version of a robed ninja spirit, based on the Zelda enemy of the same name.

Artwork by Ellenent at DeviantArt.

This is a higher level version of the garo robe from Majora’s Mask that I posted earlier this week, designed to be a boss fight.

Although they appear to be humanoids shrouded in long cloaks, garo masters are empty shells with nothing beneath the robe.  Like the garo robes that serve under them, they’re the remnants of warrior spies with a strict code of honor who committed ritual suicide in a way that left no body behind, in order to prevent their enemies from learning the information they had.  Many of these warriors, animated by their own willpower, return as undead and continue to gather information in death, haunting the locations where they were assigned to.

Garo masters lead the warriors that serve under them even in death, following the same chain of command that they followed in life.  They’re not, unfortunately, particularly capable of realizing that their war has long since ended.

Garo masters hide from their enemies, and begin battle by creating a ring of fire, preferably in the surprise round.  Once the ring of fire has been created, they dash quickly in and out of it to attack.

I previously posted the Stalblind and Bongo Bongo, two other Zelda bosses.  I also want to give a shout out to The Legend of Zelda: An RPG to the Past for more Zelda creatures, races and items converted to Pathfinder 1e, including some stat blocks for living Garo that haven’t yet become restless spirits.

Garo Master - CR 8

Shrouded in a long ornamental cloak, two pinpoints of light shine out from behind the mask covering this assassin’s face.  It wields a pair of thin, curved swords that dance with fire.

XP 4,800 LE Medium undead Init +6 Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +16

DEFENSE

AC 20, touch 16, flat-footed 14 (+3 armor, +6 Dex, +1 shield) hp 85 (10d8+40) plus 15 temp hp Fort +7; Ref +9; Will +10 Immune undead traits Resist fire 10

OFFENSE

Speed 40 ft. Melee +1 flaming wakizashi +10/+5 (1d6+7/18-20 plus 1d6 fire) and +1 flaming burst wakizashi +10 (1d6+4/18-20 plus 1d6 fire) or +1 flaming burst wakizashi +14/+9 (1d6+7/18-20 plus 1d6 fire) Special Attacks death throes, rend (2 wakizashi, 1d6+10 plus 1d6 fire), ring of fire, sneak attack 2d6, two-weapon charge

Spell-like Abilities (CL 10th; concentration +14)     3/day—false life (self only, already cast)

STATISTICS

Str 14, Dex 22, Con —, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 18 Base Atk +7; CMB +9; CMD 25 Feats Slashing Grace, Two-Weapon Defense, Two-Weapon Grace, Two-Weapon Fighting, Weapon Finesse Skills Acrobatics +15 (+23 to jump), Disguise +8, Climb +11, Perception +16, Sense Motive +10, Stealth +23; Racial Bonuses +8 Acrobatics to jump, +4 Stealth Languages Common, Necril SQ graceful landing, ki points, quick run Gear +1 wakizashi x2, mwk studded leather armor

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Death Throes (Su) When a garo master is slain, its body combusts in a flash of white-hot flame. This acts like a fireball that deals 10d6 fire damage in a 20-foot-radius burst.  A DC 19 Reflex save halves the damage.  A garo master’s gear is unaffected by this explosion.  The save DC is Charisma-based.

Ki Points (Su) A garo master has a pool of 8 ki points per day.  Its ki points can be used to fuel its various special abilities listed below.

Flaming Jutsu (Su) By spending 1 ki point as a swift action, a garo master can imbue up to 2 magic weapons it’s wielding with the flaming property for a duration of 1 minute.  This effect is already included in its statistics ability.

Graceful Landing (Su) As long as a garo master has at least 1 ki point remaining, it is immune to falling damage and always lands on its feet.

Leap Into Nothing (Su) By spending 1 ki point as a move action, a garo master can leap up into the air and disappear, reappearing at a point it can see within its movement speed, and can perform a feint against one target within 10 feet of either its starting point or its destination as a free action.  This is a teleportation effect.

Offensive Defense (Ex) When a garo master hits a creature with a melee attack that deals sneak attack damage, the garo master gains a +2 dodge bonus to AC for one round. The dodge bonus only applies against the creature it sneak attacked, and the dodge bonus does not stack with itself.

Quick Run (Su) By spending 1 ki point as a swift action, a garo master can take another move action on its turn, although its movement speed is halved during this extra move action.

Ring of Fire (Su) By spending 1 ki point as a standard action, a garo master can create a ring of fire along the ground with a radius as small as 10 feet or as wide as 40 feet.  This ring of fire is a vertical sheet of fire that rises from the ground to a height of 20 feet along the edge of the radius.   The ring of fire inhibits visibility, causing attacks that pass through the edge of it to have a 20% miss chance.  The ring of fire must be initially centered such that the garo master is inside the radius, but once it has been placed, the garo master can freely enter and leave the ring of fire.  Creatures and unattended objects other than the garo master that enter or end their turn in the edge of this ring of fire take 10d6 fire damage with no saving throw.

A garo master can only create one ring of fire at a time.  A ring of fire lasts for 1 minute, or until the garo master is destroyed or takes any amount of cold damage.

Two-Weapon Charge (Su) By spending 1 ki point as part of a charge, while wielding a weapon in each hand, a garo master can attack twice at the end of the charge, once with each of its weapons.

[karol-d-gomes]

Estava escrevendo isso a mais de meia hora e foi tudo deletado, antes que eu me esgane de raiva vamos tentar novamente !

Minha AU sobre o Clã Kazekage !

Antes de tudo vamos começar pelo um sobrenome, os irmãos da areia por volta da casa dos 20 (Temari já era recém casada) que sua mãe não era nativa sunan, era e seu irmão Yashamaru, eram de um clã relativamente pequeno em Tanigakure, a vila dos rios, é o Clã Tsukishima, Kankurou e Gaara quando descobriram isso decidiram começar a usar o sobrenome apenas por homenagem a sua mãe e tio, não teve problema pq o Clã já tava praticamente extinto então não tinha quem reclamar (um detalhe parecido com o assunto e engraçado, Kankurou sempre foi chamado a vida inteira pelo seu primeiro nome então ele nunca pensou que ele poderia ter um segundo nome, nessa mesma época vendo seus registros de nascimento, ele descobre pro choque de Kankurou que sim ele tinha um segundo nome, que é Lee) Agora que acabamos sobre a questão do sobrenome vamos pro que interessa !!!

Vamos começar pela mais velha : Temari !!

Pra ser justa não mudou muita coisa, é aquela coisa do canônico, Temari se casa com Shikamaru e se muda pra Konoha, e eles tiveram 2 filhos, Shikadai, de 13 anos e Yuna, de 11, Yuna tem um cabelo loiro claro que bate nos ombros, usa uma franjinha de um lado da testa, é muito fofo, ela é mais baixa que Shikadai desd sempre, é oficialmente a mais baixa de todos os primos, não a mais nova, ela tem suas vestes com um verde água muito fofo, seus olhos são iguais de seu pai, escuros e profundos. Seu estilo de luta é uma mistura de jutsu das sombras e o leque gigante, que nem Shikadai

Vamos continuando pelo Kankurou, o do meio !!

Kankurou e Kiba começaram a namorar na casa dos 20, Kankurou com 22 e Kiba com 20 pra ser exata, Kankurou tem um charme assustador que fez até Tsume gostar dele, ela nem esconde que é o genro favorito dela, não é necessário, com quase 1 ano de namoro quem entra no relacionamento é a Kanao, Kanao é uma mulher ruiva ondulada com uma franjinha tipo taylor swift que tem 1,68 de altura, ela é descrita pelo outros como gentil e atenciosa, e desde então os 3 estavam em um relacionamento, dps se alguns anos casaram e Kiba se mudou pra Suna pra morar com o moreno e a ruiva, e tiveram 3 filhos, Kioshi é o mais recente filho dos 3, não ironicamente ele é o mais velho, Kioshi tem 15 anos, tem pelo menos 1,70 de altura, cabelos castanhos não tão claro e nem tão escuros, totalmente bagunçados, olhos tão escuros, esticados e profundos que é fofo e assustador ao mesmo tempo, e temos a mais nova, Kaori, Kaori tem 11 anos e é mais nova que a Yuna por apenas 4 meses, ela é totalmente energética e direta, é um pouco mais alta que a Yuna, tem um cabelo castanho escuro, é liso e podem ser mt arrumados ou bem bagunçados, Kaori por algum milagre da genética conseguiu os olhos roxos de sua avó, Karura, que até então não tinha nem filhos e, até o nascimento dela, nem netos com esse olho, foi emocionante, suas vestes são baseadas em cores pastéis, mas na sua roupa de chunin de sempre é específicamente um macacão preto jardineira com uma blusa roxa com o simbolo de suna na parte do lado da blusa, como já foi mencionado ela é descrita como energética e totalmente impaciente com atitudes idiotas dos outros, e principalmente com alguém que não adimite os erros, pessoas que não admitem os erros nunca vão evoluir mentalmente, foi assim que eles foram criados e vai ser assim que eles vão acreditar (não que estivessem errados, Kank, Kibs e Nao estão certíssimos).

Vamos com o nosso mais novo agora, Gaara !!

Gaara passou a vida toda nunca pensando em sentimentos ou relacionamentos, até mesmo na vida adulta, foi uma coisa que nunca fez sentido pra ele, mas então, na época um pouco antes (tipo uns 2 anos antes) de Boruto de alguma forma que Gaara e Lee nunca ousaram a explicar apareceram namorando, agora eles tão acostumando a ideia de Shinki, filho adotado de Gaara e Metal, filho de Lee, se darem bem, virarem uma familia ( é claro que nenhum dls dois vão forçar seus filhos a se gostarem, mas seria bom se eles fossem amigos) que até que deu certo, Metal e Shinki se dão bem, é ainda uma familia diferenciada em trabalho, Shinki e Metal tem 13 anos.

Tenho tanto pra falar dessa família !!! Por hoje é só, estou orgulhosa que eu finalmente botei uma as AU que eu tenho em mente em um post, é gratificante, mesmo que não seja cheio de curtidas e essas merdas, só botar oq eu penso em palavras já é muito bom, espero que tenham gostado, até a próxima 👋👋👋

[freedthedark]

@levinmancer approached: “ It’s my fault. “ He lay there upon the ground, his body riddled with wounds and his chest heaving as he coughed up bits of blood. “ It’s my fault this happened. ” He reached out, his hand weakly grabbing hold of Freed’s wrist. “ I’m sorry… I failed you all… ”

     "Stop talking!" The order was assertive though spoken with a strain in his deep voice as his eyes darted across Deiru's body. No mind was paid to the grip on his wrist, one that would bear no strength to restrain his movement would he opt to pull away. But this strength was going to be restored. It had to be. "Save your breath, you are going to need it." And these won't be your last.

     Freed felt as panic desired to claw on him, rising further in his chest with every second that passed by, every single so valuable second. There was no way he would allow the panic to get to him and influence him; he needed a clear mind and accurate actions more than any other time.

     His gaze snapped back to the fleeing opponents with a blaze of diabolic ire storming in his eyes, abundantly clear. As much as he longed to unleash hell on these bastards and lay the deserved punishment on them, there was no time for him to do so. Not right now. The very scene before him was far too drastic for such measures. The faces of his targets had already been burnt into his mind not to be forgotten until they would have paid their debts. They could only hope that they would run into one of the Jutsu Shiki traps he had written around the area prior to the battle. It would be the more merciful end of their career to be knocked out and picked up by the Rune Knights because every single idea of penalty that was manifesting in Freed's mind at this very moment would exceed all of their expectations of what kind of face the devil truly had.

     And he'd turn his head back to Deiru with a hiss. He was where all his focus had to be.

     "Follow my instructions, I know you can do so." He didn't. It was difficult to say how many of his words Deiru was truly able to process in his condition and Freed had to rip his thoughts away from the worst outcome. He had seen many people die right before his eyes, he had been the very cause for death so often, but there was no way in heaven and hell that he was going to permit his dear friend to give up. He was determined to drag him back to safety, his wounds could be tended to. The Raijinshuu's captain had dedicated his life to protecting the guild, protecting every single person he cared about and he was not going to fail here.

     Failure was no option. Failure had never been an option. Not for Deiru, not for himself.

                Oh Freed was so fearful of failure. So fearful of losing people that he truly cared about because all they had ever shown towards him was acceptance and warmth.

     He wouldn't be able to bear it; to bear the very thought of losing Deiru to his injuries because there had been an error in calculations. How could he have allowed himself to make such a mistake? Had he not been thorough enough? If that was the case, Freed couldn't possibly forgive himself. His friend wasn't at fault; the turn of events had caught them both off guard.

     His eyes ran over the several injuries as his fingers began to undo the cravat around his neck in a swift motion before he pressed it to the gaping wound on his friend's torso which was by far the biggest from all. So many… He fought to keep his hands steady which proved itself difficult due to the swirl of emotion but he wasn't going to allow them control.

     Cautiously he guided Deiru's hands to the piece of fabric. "Keep this pressed to your body. I am aware that it is difficult." With how little strength there was left in Deiru's grip. Quick patterns were drawn above his friend's shaking body; runes that would provide warmth to keep his body from succumbing to the cold too quickly, before he affected his own body and shimmering runic wings were called into existence.

     With all the caution he thought was necessary, Freed lifted Deiru up into his arms and raised back to his knees, making sure that his hold was safe and as convenient as humanly possible. I know you are in pain. I know you are fighting. Keep on, I know you have fight left in you.

     "Take slow breaths. I am going to take you home. You did very well," he spoke looking down at Deiru's distorted face. The sight of his wounds, the sight of crimson spilled everywhere and his distorted features had Freed grit his teeth in distress he'd attempt to conceal for Deiru's sake as he began to soar up into the air with his friend in his arms, chasing the winds.

     "You haven't failed anybody."

                            And you are going to be fine, do you hear me?