#Naruto musings

[eighthmelody]

I’m thinking about how Kabuto went from having dubious loyalty towards Orochimaru to being so dependent upon him that he spiraled into a full-blow identity crisis when the man was killed.

What happened during that three-year time skip doesn’t sound encouraging at all.

[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.”

[zuzu-draws]

Somebody should've asked Kishimoto how Obito felt when Kakashi died during Pain's Attack Arc.

[kyuusou]

💚🧡MAITO GAI APPRECIATION POST🧡💚

[screwusernames27]

Ngl he came out looking GOOD. This one is def for the Yamato girlies out there

[authorafterhours]

I'm fighting demons, and by demons, I mean the urge to write like three different Hannigram fanfics.

[jaguarys]

Ino and Sakura's dynamic obviously has a lot going on but one thing that I connect with it a lot is the experience of 'falling behind' growing up as a girl. It's an experience of having to accept this transition of growing into a woman where everything you had before –– a play at equality, the ability to be rough and immature and dirty and be with the boys –– is no longer accepted anymore. Suddenly there are all these expectations and conventions and things that are no longer cool or acceptable for you to do and it can be confusing and embarrassing and messy. You're no longer like the other kids around you. You're distinctly other. You're not a kid anymore, and instead you're distinctly a Girl.

But then, when you feel like you're struggling, you look at your friends and see that they're not. They've adapted to this transition, embraced it, and suddenly you're also outcast from them. Maybe they're embarrassed by you. They've been accepted into the ingroup, and you have not. It's remarkably easy to let that divide ruin a friendship, and remarkably easy for the both of you to become resentful of the other for having what you don't. Because they have acceptance, but you have yourself

[aeschylus]

listen i don't play about chise hatori she's literally my savior, my saint, my naruto uzamaki

[konohagakurekakashi]

How does the Hatake clan white chakra work.

Hmm, I imagine much like normal chakra, sprinkled with a little bit of 'I can't divulge clan secrets/info to just anyone'.

Nice try.

[eighthmelody]

I appreciate the reality that when you’re a Sannin’s apprentice/student/assistance, you’re also doubling as their babysitter.

So shout-out to Shizune, Kabuto, and Naruto for putting-up with these three gremlins.

[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. ���🖤

[kankuroplease]

Beauty and the beast teas with Leonie and Arlo!

Those beastly men have a certain je ne sais quoi, Leonie just isn’t afraid to admit that ✨

[woodblxssomcrowned]

@imaginarianisms Traditional Clan garb + MMMMMMMM the senju-uchiha kids & the senju-uzumaki kids mayhaps??

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A bunch of sort-of Senju in Senju hakama.

It is sketchy and messy and not my best work by any means because I feared that if I put more time into it I would get overwhelmed and never finish it at all :')

I hope you like it tho

[gaymuseofficial]

🌻🧡 HAPPY ᴸᴬᵀᴱ BIRTHDAY DAIDAI! 🧡🌻

This year to celebrate, Daidai dressed up as her favorite anime character and husbando, Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto! "I'm like Sasuke if he was a lesbian who served" ⚔️🔥

[acanthawrites]

Muse

! Do not repost art !! It is by my talented friend Beany

Main pairing: Sasuke x Naruto

Genre: NaruSasu, Lemon, Slice of life, AU, University Students, London UK

Rating: 18+ / Mature

Summary:

The person who had told him relationships were simple should be taken out and shot as far as Sasuke was concerned. He'd never been so stressed in his life, it was like bringing order to chaos.

Excerpt:

"Alright, Mr Fifty Questions," Naruto said easily, sitting back to front on one of the kitchen chairs again and looking intently at Sasuke with his endlessly blue eyes. "Less about my sex life and more about yours: who exactly was it that we ran into?"