#jiratsuna

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Wanted to do it for Valentines but life happened, haha

[shrimp4rmy]

hello I’m back

All it took to break my art block was Tsunade’s natural low hangers and Jiraiya’s old man pubes 💚🫰🏻 it’s for sure not my best, but it feels good to draw again

full art on AO3

[usuratongaychi]

sannin sleep hcs:

jiraiya: has to be bear hugging someone to fall asleep. ofc his handsy ass cant fall asleep without smothering one of his teammates. he also snores.

orochimaru: sleeps pretty normally, stays very still. hes the type to put his freezing cold feet on jiraiya to punish him. pretends he doesn’t like the cuddles but does…

tsunade: sleeps pretty wildly. jiraiya would be clinging on to her but she fights in her sleep, and hes definitely been on the receiving end of some nightime knockouts..

tsunade likes sleeping on her own, but i have the hc that if she’s ever upset or stressed, she just kinda grumbles until jiraiya figures out she wants cuddles . she wouldn’t ask for it, he just knows and will let her lay on his chest for as long as she wants.

if tsunade was going to cuddle someone in her sleep, it would be orochimaru

[thegraylushipper]

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[kadonn]

JIRATSUNA

Reprimir los sentimientos, desgasta. Pero llegará un momento de debilidad, en que escucharás lo que niegas reconocer por miedo. Ahí siempre estuvieron los sentimientos, solo queda cruzar la línea.

JiraTsuna es mi debilidad 💕

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#3 Jiraiya/Tsunade

"Lingering hugs..."

I wanted so badly to include smut in this bc Jiraiya deserves it damn it but it insisted on being an angst piece so apologies anon!

Embrace

Length: 700 words

Prompt: Those lingering hugs before you part ways that make you just… Wonder. 

Summary: Every time they hugged, it was a moment to remember.

The first time Tsunade allowed him to hug her, Jiraiya thought the world was on the verge of ending. Before, she had always punched him away or wiggled so that his hands might reach for her, but would never actually land on her. It was part of the curse of being known a lecher, but it was a small price to pay. Better that than her knowing just how hopelessly in love with her he was. 

Her head buried into his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I have to go. I just… I can’t. Not anymore. Not after Nawaki… and Dan…” her voice trailed off. Jiraiya understood, of course. Yahiko, Konan, and Nagato had each stolen pieces of his heart as he had trained them, and the knowledge of their deaths had left him unable to even contemplate teaching anyone ever again, prophecy of the one who would save the world be damned. 

When those who held her entire heart had passed on, leaving her behind, it was only natural that Tsunade would seek out a place where memories of them did not linger around every corner. 

He patted her back. “Go in peace, and be safe,” he said. A wry smile made its way to his face. “And make sure you don’t stake the right to touch your breasts when you run out of gambling money, understand? Those are Konoha’s treasures.” 

She flung him away from her with a single push. “You damn pervert! Just when I thought you were growing up a bit!” 

His smile felt a little less strained after that. If she could yell at him, then maybe she wasn’t entirely broken. 

The second time Tsunade allowed him to hug her, it was immediately after her inauguration as Hokage. 

“Thanks for taking on the burden,” he said. “They wanted to make me the Hokage, can you believe it? I’m so glad that you were willing to take on that buttload of work instead.” 

She scowled. “And here I was thinking you actually thought I’d make a good Hokage,” she grumbled. But she didn’t let go of him, and for the first time, Jiraiya allowed himself to wonder if there was an after. He did not need to be her one true love – he knew that was Dan’s place. But being second choice was still better than being no choice at all. 

The third time they hugged, Tsunade initiated it. His heart leaped for joy as she buried her head into the crook of his neck, her hands caressing his chest. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” she mumbled. “Not th’same without you. Dunno how to be sober.” 

Of course. It wasn’t truly him that she was seeing, was it? She thought he was Dan. 

Every inch of his skin felt hypersensitive, and every instinct he possessed begged him to reach out. Just a little caress. She wouldn’t even know. 

But he would. And he would never allow the act to become reality. If his love went unreciprocated his entire life, so be it. Let it burn a pure, untarnished, flame. 

When Jiraiya bid Tsunade farewell, he contemplated trying to hug her again. 

But she was betting on him losing, wasn’t she? And she always lost her bets. He would be fine. 

He would come back, and he would take more than just a hug. He would take her on dates, he would scheme for the sake of the village with her, and he would follow her anywhere. He would follow her to the cenotaph, and hold her as she remembered Dan. 

“I’ll be back,” he said with a grin, even as a sense of foreboding urged him to just give her a damn hug. It was probably the same sense that had urged him to touch her when she was intoxicated. He hadn’t given in to it previously, and he would not now. 

As Jiraiya felt the life seep out of him, a warmth surrounded him, even as his extremities grew cold. He could see her then, eyes bright as they were in childhood, embracing him not as a teammate, not as a friend, but as a lover. 

“Tsunade,” he mumbled. “Love you.” 

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new covers for my jiratsu fanfic!