#muse: Naruto

[historias-multorum]

Come wish this lad a happy birthday!

[heroicgenerations]

"I wonder who's gonna do the best on this, ya know!"

[multis-sermonibus]

“Oi! Did ya know that certain species of frogs can freeze nearly solid in the winter, and emerge unscathed in the spring? Wild right???”

[heroicgenerations]

When it came to training, Naruto was a learn-by-doing type. That's why his explanations for various practices sounded so convoluted and were often made up of grunts and unnecessary movements. That meant that even his demonstration for how to tastefully and artfully eat ramen was far from clear. Fortunately, there was a bowl of ramen coming for the both of them so she could see how he really ate.

"Woah, this looks amazing! Just like home, ya know!" Naruto complimented. He studied the bowl astutely, inspecting the positioning of the noodles, the colour of the broth, and all the condiments.

Before starting to eat, however, there was something he had to do. He leaned over and gently pressed his lips against Anna's.

"Thank you so much, Anna..."

Anna laughed softly, already interested as she nudged him happily, "That right? Do you mind telling me more?"

It always fascinated her whenever he was excited about things, this was especially one of those times. She remembered clearly whenever there was a Castle Embassy Meeting of Delegates or even just a charity event the Kingdom hosted, Naruto always followed the noble etiquette as to not embarrass both sisters. Although Anna always insisted that he didn't need to do so, especially since she wasn't exactly ladylike when eating the dessert table--

[askrockandfriends]

{{Anyone want to play a match against Team Japan?}}

[historias-multorum]

@aonokumura

"It don't matter how it's cooked that stuff is straight nasty!"

[heroicgenerations]

Naruto nodded his head in response to her question regarding the eerie nature of the tarot cards. He had never dealt with anything like them before so he was on the border between whether he believed in what they could do or not. That uncertainty soon turned to belief with her relevation.

Everything she had said was accurate and applied to his friendship with Sasuke. He couldn't help the small smile that came onto his lips. What Cana had told him was not certain but Naruto was a positive thinker.

"That sounds kinda accurate, ya know," he revealed with a broad smile. "Maybe they're not spooky after all! How'd you learn to do that stuff?"

"Is it?" Cana had never really been frightened of the idea of them, but she supposed that it could be spooky to those that were unfamiliar with it.

Before long, she had some cards fall out. "It looks like you've had a falling out with a close friend." It seemed as though it had come as a surprise and that there was still confusion about why it had happened. "I think that you'll learn more about why this happened, and possibly regain that friendship." Although, she wasn't really seeing anything that suggested an apology coming along with this.

[heroicgenerations]

There is a mage lying with her head in Naruto’s lap, looking up at him with a smile and a lazy hand reaching up to play with his hair.

@mahoushojoumonster

Wet. Cold. Windy. It was the perfect day to stay indoors even though Naruto was very much an outside person. Even if he wanted to train, it wouldn't be long before he was drenched to the bone and shivering. The decision was made to stay inside and lounge around lazily for the day. At least he wasn't by himself - he had Mana for company!

They played some games together before finding themselves on the couch, Naruto sat upright while Mana laid across, head in his lap. When she reached up to move a hand through his hair, he smiled, tilting his head sleepily and moving his hand through her hair. On such a dreary day, Naruto felt nice and warm.

[multis-sermonibus]

@twinuchiha​ liked for a starter!

Naruto gave a rather loud and exaggerated yawn. “Hmph! I’m bored... Ne, Kyosuke-san what do ya wanna do? I’m game for anything!”

[somorrow]

“I love you.”

Words you didn’t hear from Sasuke often. In fact, you heard them only in the throes of passion, clothes discarded, lips clashing, hands shaking, hearts open. He was by far the most guarded person you’d ever met in your life.

He showed you he loved you in other ways, though. Getting up in the middle of the night to get you a glass of water, letting you win in his favorite game, fixing things you didn’t know were broken until he told you, remembering small things like your favorite vegetable, or favorite song from two years ago. He even took care of the more domestic tasks when he spent the night, like cooking and cleaning. He constantly went out of his way to make your days and nights easier, whether you knew of his actions or not.

You’d begun to catch on, though, so once he got sick, you were eager to return the favor.

So you took the next two days off, and decided to baby the hell out of him. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, checking his temperature, ensuring hydration, checking in on him every hour or so. He had completely lost his voice the first day — not that it made too much of a difference, he was often content to sit in silence — so it started to frustrate him that he couldn’t communicate. By the second day, he could speak quietly, but his voice was raspy and low, broken at times. Each time he tried to speak, you interrupted him, advising him to save his voice. He tired of that quickly. Not only was he annoyed at being told what to do, he was also upset that each time he tried to say it — that he loved you — you interrupted him, saying he didn’t need to speak, and to rest. It was like you didn’t even care what he had to say, and he was through being ignored.

The next time you came in to check on him, pressing your cold hand to his overheated forehead, he clamped onto your wrist.

“Sasuke..? Are you okay?” You asked, eyes full of concern.

“I love you,” he forced out aggressively, his eyebrows narrowed and attention fully on you. “Thank you.”

Your heart fluttered and you couldn’t help but laugh. He seemed angry, almost, so the gentle words clashed with his tone.

“I’m serious,” he glowered, his throat itching the longer he spoke. “Don’t laugh.”

“I didn’t mean to. That was just… so cute. I love you too.”

Cute…?

Before he knew it, your lips were pressed against his. His eyes opened wide, staring down at you as you kissed him gently. When you separated from him, his scowl deepened. “You’ll get sick.”

You shrugged. “That’s fine. At least we’ll be sick together.” With that, his grip on your wrist tightened and he yanked you into bed with him and onto his chest, kissing you again.

“Thank you,” he repeated. “I love you.”

You grinned, staring down at his flushed face. You’d never forget this moment. Getting sick would be worth it. “I love you too, Sasuke.”

[historias-multorum]

@toranoya continuing from this.

"Hmhmhm!" Naruto laughed a bit. "Now you got me curious, Shikamaru but I won't ask cause I said I wanna be surprised." He even leaned in to kiss them on the cheek.

[heroicgenerations]

“Naaaruuu-chan!” She has a smile on her face and a plate of vegetables in her hands, cut and sliced into cute shapes and everything. “Time for a snack~🤍”

@mahoushojoumonster

There's a beaming smile on his lips when he hears her call out his name. The tone of her voice meant that it could only be one thing: snack time! Naruto eagerly made his way towards the kitchen. What could she have prepared this time? Steak? Pork? Ramen? There were so many options!

The excitement in him left like air streaming out of a balloon when he saw the 'snack' she had put together for him on a plate. A blink of confusion, then a grimace. While presented pleasantly, Naruto knew that the taste did not match how it looked. He gulped then shook his head. Anything but vegetables.

"Aha, sorry, Mana! I just had a cup ramen a few minutes ago so I'm not really hungry, ya know..!" he lied.

[heroicgenerations]

"I'm always naked when I turn into a girl so it's not like I wear women's underwear then either!"

"So will gladly transform into a girl, but you won't wear women's underwear? LAME."

[multis-sermonibus]

Leave a like if you would like a starter with Naruto!

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Multis please pick a muse!

[somorrow]

headcanons for Itachi and Sasuke giving oral? (>//<)

Itachi prefers giving to receiving. Big time.

Eye contact eye contact eye contact. He’s huge on that in general, always flickering his attention to your face to see how your lips curl in pleasure and your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip.

His hands love to roam. Whether his fingers dive inside you, rub that pretty little nerve of yours, or knead, pinch and pull at your breasts, his hands never rest in one particular spot. Your soft skin is addicting to his callused, battle-worn hands.

He’s not sloppy by any means, but with how much his mouth waters as he pleasures you, you always end up a spitty, slick mess, only making it easier for him to fingerfuck you until you stop watching him devour you, head tilted back in the throes of pleasure.

When your head rears backward, he knows it’s time to pick it up.

His sharingan eyes never forget the sight of you greedily grinding into his face.

Sasuke:

He only ever does it when he wants to, which isn’t often.

When he does, though, it’s fucking sinful. He’s sloppy, slurpy, and messy.

Despite how seldomly he feasts, it’s just that each time — a fucking feast. He’s not a vocal man, not particularly anyway, unless he’s really worked up, but he purrs and growls into you.

He forgets how much he likes it sometimes — the look on your face, the way your body writhes when he holds your hips down and makes you take orgasm after orgasm.

He’s not done though. Not yet.

Not until you’re whining to him about how it almost hurts, until you ask — no, beg so politely like you do for his cock.

Only then will he ease up on you and give you what you need.

Thanks for the request my dear. 🖤🖤

[zevrra]

Hello! I was hoping to request something for Gaara with his wife reader? Like them making up from their first real argument and it gets NSFW?

needy—

tags: suggestive content, 18(+), slight nsfw, naruto, gaara x fem!reader, short & sweet, anon request

creator notes: sorry this is for one, so short! and for two, sorry it took me a little while to respond/finish! i started writing it and was several paragraphs in before i realized i was writing something else completely unrelated to your request so i had to start over aaaaa!!!! so so sorry about that but i hope you enjoy! thanks for requesting!

It didn’t take a genius to figure out he had been avoiding you. Anytime you’d reach for his hand, he’d pull away just far enough so you didn’t touch him. And when he did let you touch him, during any moment of intimacy, he broke all of it off after mere moments. Claiming he was tired and needed to go to bed early for some meeting in the morning.

You had been married to Gaara for a year or so now so it wasn’t as if you two were teenagers sneaking around anymore. It was frustrating but mostly strange to you. His actions made you second guess yourself. What if he was rethinking your relationship? What if he was falling out of love for you? So many emotions and thoughts ran through your head on the daily but today you were getting answers. Even if it was going to be a hard pill to swallow you had to know what was being done wrong.

And as soon as he got home from his work that day, you confronted him.

“Welcome home. We need to talk,” You say, trying your best to put on a brave face and voice.

Gaara looks at you with his usual gentle face. He’s hesitant for a moment, as if he knows what is coming, before he settles into a chair at the kitchen table.

“What’s been going on recently?” You ask. His eyes avoid you. Shame written on his face.

“It’s nothing,” Gaara whispers. His colder tone makes your gut twist.

“Nothing?” You scoff. “I think avoiding me for as many days as you have been isn’t ‘nothing’.” You mutter, irritated.

Silence falls between you two. Which is not unusual but this silence is painful. Thick and suffocating. Not the usual calming, healing silence you two share. This silence made your heart race far too fast.

“Is it me?” You ask in the coldest tone you can muster. “Have I done something wrong? Am I not enough?” You speak harsh words. Yet they’re the words that have haunted the back of your thoughts for days now. Souring the image of yourself inside and out.

Gaara jerks at the words. He looks at you in pure disbelief as if he can’t understand what you mean. “No-“

He tries to stop you but the floodgates have already opened. All of your feelings and your thoughts pour out of your mouth like rainwater. Tears fall when you try your best to will them away but it doesn’t help. You sob into your hands as Gaara moves to your side.

He’s no longer hesitant as he wraps his arms around you. Lifts you into his chest in a warm embrace. Hugs you so gently it makes you hiccup.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles into your hair. Apologizing like his life depended on it. He smooths loose strands of your hair away from your face. Wipes the tears from your cheeks and eyelids. All while he kisses the crown of your head. It was more affection you’ve received from him in weeks and it damn near broke your heart all over again. “I’m so sorry.”

You quiet your sobs. Breathing in deep in the hopeful comfort of your husband’s arms. One of his hands moves to clasp at your neck, using a finger against your jaw to lift your gaze to his.

“It’s not you.” He whispers. A kiss is placed on your forehead. “You’re amazing. Truly perfect, my dear.” He adds with a quiet chuckle. His thumbs swipe across your cheeks to collect whatever trail was left behind by your tears.

You sniffle. You must look like a horrible mess right now but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you. As if a fire has broken out inside of him, he kisses you with every ounce of passion he’s ever had. Tears threaten to spill once again at the first kiss you’ve two have shared in such a long time but he pulls away before that can happen.

“I want you so bad.” Gaara admits with a shy look on his face. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip. “From the moment I wake up, I want you more than anything,” He whispers under his breath as he soothes circles into your skin. Touching you so delicately like you might disappear. “It scares me how badly I want you. And I’m…just nervous my feelings will run wild and I’ll end up—hurting you.” He mumbles, glancing away from your gaze.

You suddenly realize he means the sentient sand that is always at his disposal. Sand that acted on its own sometimes and he was so worried about it hurting you he tried to keep his distance. All because of his love for you.

Your own emotions overcome you as you kiss him in response. Arms wrapping around his neck with ease as his own wrap around your waist. And now he holds onto you for dear life. Touching every inch of your skin he has so desperately craved but had been so hesitant to reach for. All while kissing you like it might be the last time. Passionate, eager, and hungry.

You two had some catching up to do.

“To bed?” You mouth against his lips between kisses.

He breaks ever so slightly, a red blush to match his hair spreads across his face. “Are you sure?” He responds. Shy even as his hands, body, and soul yearns to devour you.

God you loved him.

“Oh, I’m more than sure.” You whisper, capturing his lips once more.

Without another word, Gaara is pushing you along to your shared bedroom. Eager to make up for his wrongdoings by giving you enough pleasure to make you forget every negative feeling you've ever imagined.