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When they are drunk on it -

feat. Neji Hyuga, Shikamaru Nara, Naruto Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake, Itachi Uchiha

Here we have some handsome shinobi men, all of them addicted and can’t help themselves when they feel you around them in the best way possible. Pūssy drunk might be the words what describes them when they have you in their hands.

Hello world, it’s me being back, this time with more of a thirst like thing here. I picked out 5 of our beloved men and decided to write some smutty smut ✨🌚 so I hope you enjoy 🤌🏻🤌🏻

Wordcount: 4,7k

Warnings: Sm*t, p in v, pūssy drunk men, praising, sometimes a little degrading

MDNI

Neji Hyuga ~ Got him surprisingly hooked…

„Keep moving, baby." you heard him and hell was he whipped. You were his precious girl on top of him. Dragging your cute pussy up and down his shaft. These cute pants because you draw out of breath. His right hand glued to your hip. His gaze solemnly locked onto your face. Sometimes dropping watching how enticingly your gorgeous tits bounced for him.

„I... I can't baby. My legs..." you stuttered, but your cute reply followed by a sweet moan. And then you could listen to a snicker of him. Neji never just snickered or grinned, just like he did now. Every time he fucked you, he was a little rough because he knew you liked it. But after that training today, you offered to ride him. Little did you know he enjoyed it so much that it had been hours now. He stuffed your puffy pussy full of his cum. Enjoying how it dribbled out of you. Every few moments, he dragged his thumb down your slit. How your pussy tried to take his dick. The little shudder you did when he wiped over your soaping wet clit.

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Day 27 - Toys

Contents: Wanting Itachi to try a vibrating toy with you? Good luck.

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WARNINGS: VIBRATORS, OVERSTIMULATION, FINGERING (RECIEVING), FEM!READER.

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Whispers in the Snow (Itachi x reader)

Summary:

You grew up knowing Itachi Uchiha — the quiet prodigy everyone whispered about, the boy who always seemed just out of reach. You were his opposite: warm, open, a little too kind for your own good. Though you never spoke much as children, you always felt something in the way he looked at you… something he never let himself show.

Years later, during a rare snowfall in Konoha, you meet him again. You see the same calm, unreadable face — but this time, he stops. Watches you. Lets you get close.

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Warning!!!: Extremely Soft Content (For the Softies Among Us!) :3

The first time you met the infamous Itachi Uchiha was at school.

You were sitting in the front row — a little ray of sunshine, or so your teacher liked to say. You never minded talking too much or trying to make your friends smile when the lessons grew dull. You liked to think of yourself as someone who made the day a little brighter.

You weren’t the smartest in the class, but you tried. You cared. You helped when others struggled, and somehow that always seemed enough.

Itachi, on the other hand, was the opposite of everything you were. He was quiet, distant, and impossibly gifted. He didn’t need to try; he just was. You never really spoke, but you noticed him. Everyone did.

Most of the other children whispered about him, about the Uchiha clan. About how strange he was or about how he never played with anyone. But you never joined in. You didn’t see the “Uchiha prodigy” they all talked about. You just saw a boy who looked tired sometimes, as if he carried something too heavy for someone his age.

You smiled at him once. He didn’t smile back, but something in his eyes flickered. Like a single spark catching light in the dark.

You didn’t know it then, but that moment would stay with him.

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After that first year, you and Itachi rarely spoke, but your paths crossed often enough. Konoha was large, yet somehow small. You’d see him leaving the academy early for training with the Uchiha or sitting beneath the shade of the same tree after class.

He never seemed lonely, exactly just away with his mind. As if there was a thin line drawn between him and the rest of the world, one he didn’t quite know how to cross.

Sometimes, when you passed him on your way home, you’d offer a small greeting. “Good afternoon, Itachi.”

He’d incline his head, politly but not unkind.

There was something comforting about that. You never thought too deeply about him, not yet. He was simply Itachi Uchiha: the quiet boy who excelled at everything. The one who carried himself with the composure of someone twice his age.

You grew up like that. Side by side, but never close.

As the years went on, the village changed. The rumors about the Uchiha clan grew sharper. You learned to recognize the tension in people’s voices when they mentioned his name. But to you, Itachi was still just the boy from the academy. The one who always returned your greeting, even when others pretended not to see you.

You didn’t realize how much that small, steady thing mattered until it stopped.

He was gone more often — on missions, you’d heard. A prodigy rising through the ranks of the ANBU. The glimpses you caught of him were short. A calm face, eyes that didn’t belong to someone your age.

And then, one winter morning, it snowed.

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He’d noticed you long before you ever noticed him.

Noticed — that was the right word. He didn’t watch you. He didn’t stare, or imagine anything of the sort. He was simply aware of you. A presence in the classroom that softened his days.

You were loud in ways he could never be. Laughter ringing bright against the stillness of the room. Your voice full of warmth that made others gravitate toward you. You didn’t have his burden or knowledge. Yet, you moved through the world as if it didn’t weigh on your shoulders.

It fascinated him.

Sometimes, when you bent over a textbook, hair falling forward. He would find his gaze drawn to the way your face burrowed in concentration. You were not the kind of beauty that demanded attention, but because there was life in you, unguarded and effortless. It made him stare.

You were kind, too. Not performative, not loud about it — just naturally good. You noticed when others struggled. You smiled when others fell silent. You had that rare ability to make the space around you better.

And Itachi… did not know what to do with that.

At first, he dismissed it as curiosity. Then, as something more dangerous — distraction. He couldn’t afford that. Not with the expectations pressed onto his shoulders, not with the path his father was already carving for him.

But even when he tried to ignore it, your presents stayed.

The sound of your laugh.

The way you always greeted him, no matter how curt his replies became.

The faint scent of pine and winter air that seemed to follow you after training.

It was nothing — it had to be nothing. He reminded himself of that countless times.

Yet somehow, you became the quiet thought that returned to him in the spaces between missions. The only one that didn’t demand anything of him.

When he saw you helping another student, when you brushed dirt from a classmate’s knees and smiled as if kindness cost you nothing. That was when he first understood why people said Uchiha only love once.

Because it wasn’t something you chose.

It simply happened.

Like a single snowflake landing on your palm — melting before you can decide whether to hold on or let go.

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Years passed.

Missions blurred together, names turned into reports. He stopped thinking about seasons; time existed only between orders and silence.

Until that morning.

Konoha was wrapped in white. The snow fell slowly. He was walking through a side street on his way to the Hokage’s tower when a familiar sound reached him. A soft bristles scraping across stone.

You.

You were sweeping the walkway in front of a small house, hair catching snowflakes that melted the moment they touched you. The motion was simple but it made him stop.

You hadn’t changed much. The same quiet determination in your movements, the same warmth that seemed to ripple outward without effort. For a long moment, he simply watched you. The way the snow touched your cheek. The way your breath fogged in the cold.

You looked up then, sensing rather than seeing him. Your eyes met his for only a heartbeat. You smiled.

Something shifted inside him. Something deep inside him. Recognition.

This, he realized, was what the elders meant when they said Uchiha love only once. It wasn’t passion or possession. It was permanent. A single moment carved into the heart so deeply that no time, no distance, could erase it.

He lowered his gaze first. Duty pulled him forward, as it always had. But he stayed. The sweep of the broom, the peace on your face, the snow falling between you.

For the first time in years, he had felt still.

And that stillness carried your name.

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The snow fell steadily, each flake drifting silently to the ground, but he hardly noticed. He could only see you.

You were walking toward him now, sweeping forgotten in your hands, small puffs of breath rising in the cold air. And you weren’t just moving, you were warm in a world that felt so cold.

His chest tightened. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to speak. Every instinct told him to remain still, to let the moment exist untouched.

You stopped a few feet away, eyes locking with his. He could see everything in your expression: curiosity and patience. You had approached him, and yet it felt like the universe had slowed just for this.

Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to. The snow brushed against your shoulders, danced along the strands of your hair, and everything about this moment felt unreal.

He studied you silently: the faint curve of your lips. The warmth in your eyes, the quiet confidence that came from simply being yourself. And for the first time, he realized he had fallen.

Uchiha love only once. He had known the words, dismissed them for years. But now, standing there, watching you, he understood. This — this glance, this presence. That was all he had ever wanted. All he could ever love.

You took a step closer. Your cheeks pink from the cold. He noticed every detail: how your hand lingered over the broom, the faint scent of pine in the air. The small smile you offered him without speaking.

He didn’t look away. Couldn’t look away. And he didn’t need to.

The world had narrowed to the distance between you. Two souls, recognizing something they had always known.

For a long moment, you simply stared at each other. No words, no movement, just that shared understanding. And in that silence, Itachi felt the weight and the wonder of it all: he will love once, and it will be you.

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You moved your hand slowly from the broom to his face. Your fingers barely touched his cold skin, but warmth spread from your fingertips. For a fleeting moment, his heart felt lighter than it had in years, and it was beautiful.

He wanted to hold you close. To stay with you, just like this.

His eyes traced the lines of your face, taking in the way your hair caught the snowflakes, how your expression held a calm certainty he had rarely seen. He wanted to say something, to break the quiet, but every word felt heavy. Nothing could match the simplicity and perfection of this moment.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned just a fraction closer, your eyes never leaving his. The corner of your lips lifted in the faintest smile once more.

A single word escaped you, barely audible over the soft hush of falling snow:

“Hello.”

Itachi’s chest tightened. His mind, usually so precise and controlled, felt like it had been emptied. The warmth of your hand, the softness of your gaze. It all pressed against him in a way he had never allowed himself to feel.

He wanted to move, to close the distance. Feel your presence fully. But he didn’t. He stayed still, letting the moment, letting you decide how close to step. Because he had learned that some things — some people — couldn’t be rushed. Some moments were meant to stretch, infinite and fragile.

And so you simply stared at each other. The falling snow weaving around you like a quiet blessing. In that shared space, Itachi felt the depth of everything. He had always denied himself that.

You were here with him.

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Itachi’s mind was spinning in circles. You were so close. Your eyes, flecked with light snow. You looked stunning, and his chest tightened at the sight. He wanted to move closer, to hold you in his arms. To finally give in to the feelings he had spent years suppressing. How could you capture his heart so completely, so quickly? He didn’t know.

Inside him, two voices warred. One screamed, urging him to close the distance: Hold her. Kiss her. Let yourself feel it. The other whispered, insistent and cold: Don’t. Remember your duty. Nothing else matters.

His body remained frozen. Every instinct of discipline, every lesson of control, reminded him not to be distracted, not to falter. Only duty counts. Every expectation must be met — except your own. Don’t. Don’t let yourself… he told himself. And yet, his mind, calling over and over to simply be with you.

He didn’t know what to do.

You were right in front of him. The tilt of your head, the subtle rise and fall of your shoulders as you held his gaze, the way your hand rested lightly against his cheek.

Stay still. Maintain control.

Control had always been fragile around you. He wanted to lean close3. To let his cheek brush yours ever so slightly. And yet… the thought terrified him.

Too close. Don’t let this get complicated. Duty. Distance. Silence.

Still, he couldn’t pull his eyes away. Every second of hesitation stretched into eternity. Every heartbeat reminded him how completely he had already fallen.

You are dangerous. Not because you would hurt him — he knew you never could — but because you made restraint impossible.

And finally… he let himself give in.

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He couldn’t hold back any longer. He leaned in, and you met him halfway, pressing your hand firmly to his cheek and tugging him closer.

Your lips touched, soft at first and then more insistently. If all the months of unspoken longing and quiet glances had to come out at once. His hands went to your waist, steadying you. You pressed into him, tilting your head, deepening the kiss. Every movement was deliberate but hungry, like you both had been waiting your entire lives for this.

All that existed was the warmth of your hands, the way his lips moved against yours. The way your fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He could feel the tension he had carried for years melt away in the heat of the moment. Replaced by something raw. You didn’t pull back. You didn’t hesitate, letting him explore the closeness he had always denied himself.

When you finally broke apart just slightly, foreheads resting together. Breaths connecting, he felt his chest heaving and his heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with danger or duty. His hands remained on your waist, your hand still on his cheek. He realized with clarity what he had been feeling all this time: desire, longing, and a love that could not be controlled.

No words were necessary. The press of your bodies, the heat of your skin against his said everything.

For the first time, he let himself fully feel it. You were here. You were his.

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For a moment, the world didn’t exist. There was only this: you and him.

He finally exhaled, small and controlled, as if testing the air. Testing the reality of the moment. His hands remained on your waist, holding you close.

You brushing a stray snowflake from his hair. He let himself watch, memorizing every detail. The curve of your smile and the light in your eyes.

“It shouldn’t be like this…” he murmured, more to himself than to you, voice low. “But… I can’t stop.”

You didn’t speak. You only pressed closer, a quiet agreement. A subtle claim that he hadn’t realized he needed.

Then slowly he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His expression calm but impossibly heavy with feeling. “You… are dangerous,” he said, voice soft but steady. “For someone like me.”

A small laugh escaped you. Soft and warm. He felt the tension ease just slightly. But the pull between you remained.

Finally, you spoke once more, voice soft:

“Why did you wait so long?”

Itachi’s gaze didn’t leave from yours. He was calm, but there was a subtle tension in his shoulders, in the way his hands holding at your waist.

“Because… I needed to be certain,” he said. His voice was low, almost like a confession wrapped in control. “Certain that it wasn’t just a passing feeling. Certain it was… this.”

You smiled faintly, brushing a snowflake from his hair. “And now?”

“Now,” he murmured, almost to himself, “I know I can’t ignore it. Not for another second.”

You tilted your head, eyes searching his. “Even with… everything else?”

He hesitated, the usual restraint flickering for just a moment. “Even with everything else,” he admitted. “Some things… can’t be avoided.”

Your hand left his cheek to lightly touch his arm. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said. “Not if you’ll let me stay.”

He studied you, the weight of the world in his eyes, and then allowed the smallest hint of a smile. “Then… stay.”

You laughed softly, warmth spreading through the air between you. “I will,” you whispered.

And for the first time in a long time, Itachi allowed himself to believe that maybe — just maybe — this moment could last, even if only for now.

Headcanon: Artistic S/O

Characters: Shikamaru, Deidara, Itachi, and Sai

Shikamaru Nara

Shikamaru is low-key impressed by your skills, even if he doesn’t outwardly say it often.

He likes to lay on the floor, watching you work while cloud-watching out the window. He finds your creativity soothing.

When he’s stuck on strategies, he’ll casually ask for your perspective. “If this were a painting, how would you balance it?” He doesn’t admit it, but your insight helps him think outside the box.

He secretly loves when you draw or paint him, even if he tries to act like he doesn’t care. If you catch him blushing, he’ll just say, “You could’ve picked someone more interesting.”

Shikamaru will fall asleep in your studio sometimes, claiming your space is just too peaceful.

Deidara

He’s obsessed with your work. Being an artist himself, he sees you as a fellow creative soul. He’s constantly hyping you up, calling your pieces “art” in the most passionate way.

If your style is different from his, he loves the contrast and often debates with you about what “true art” is. He claims his explosive art is superior, but deep down, he’s amazed by your skill.

Deidara will absolutely collaborate with you. Imagine him using small clay bombs to add dynamic texture to a sculpture or piece of art you’re working on.

He’d be the type to randomly grab a paintbrush or pencil to “improve” your work, though it’s usually just him trying to bond. “Huh? What do you mean I ruined it? This is genius!”

He keeps your art on display in his personal space, showing it off to anyone who visits.

Itachi Uchiha

Itachi is quietly supportive of your passion. He admires your ability to express yourself through art, as it’s something he struggles with.

He finds watching you create incredibly calming. After long missions or stressful days, he’ll sit nearby in silence, letting the sound of your pencil or brush soothe him.

Itachi is a big fan of meaningful, symbolic art, so if your work has hidden themes or stories, he’ll notice immediately and ask thoughtful questions.

He’ll secretly collect small pieces of your work, like sketches or paintings, and keep them tucked away in his belongings as little reminders of you.

If you ever draw or paint him, he’s deeply touched, though he might not say it outright. You’ll just catch a soft smile and a quiet, “Thank you.”

Sai

Sai is fascinated by your art. As an artist himself, he’s genuinely interested in your techniques, tools, and inspirations. Expect him to bombard you with questions.

He loves comparing styles with you. Sai’s work tends to be precise and controlled, so if your art is more freeform, he’ll admire how expressive it is.

He’ll happily share tips and even teach you some of his ink techniques if you’re interested. In turn, he’s eager to learn from you, no matter how different your style is.

Sai isn’t the best with words, so he often expresses his feelings for you through little drawings or paintings. You’ll randomly find sweet sketches left on your desk or in your bag.

If you draw him, he’ll analyze every detail and take it as an opportunity to understand how you see him. “Is this how I look to you? Interesting…”

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you and itachi sat next to each other, crammed into a booth with four of your guys mutual friends. you guys were at a local bar. it was lit up with warm lighting and music thumped low in the background.

shared drinks. inside jokes. laughter.

your thighs pressed together the moment itachi placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing gently as he talked to your friends on the other side of the table.

you should have gone to the bathroom earlier. you could feel the pressure building against your abdomen, but you knew itachi wouldn't let you, let go.

you could barely sit still. your legs crossed tight, thighs clenched. every sip of your drink taunted you.

and he knew — oh he knew.

itachi hadn't said a word, he just gave you those slow, knowing glances.

his hand itched higher up your tense thighs, and as you bit your lip, he licked his.

the group ordered another round of shots and you knew you were beyond fucked. when the shots came, itachi handed you the shot glass that was filled to the brim, smiling at you menacingly.

"'tachi, i don't know if i ca-" "you will." he interrupted, whispering in your ear gruffly. you swallowed, still hesitant to take the shot glass from his hands.

"you wanna be good for daddy, don't you?" he muttered, his warm breath fanning over your ear. you nodded, squeezing your thighs together. "then take the fucking shot, y/n." he said, forcing it into your hands and watching as you bring it up to your lips, tossing it back quickly before blinking hard, taking a sip of your lemonade.

he smiled to himself before leaning forward, leaving you to fight your own bladder once again.

after a while, all of your guys friends got up to go do karaoke, to which they tried to convince itachi to do too, but of course his answer was no.

as soon as they were out of his sight, he turned back to you, tucking your hair behind your ear and running his fingers up your thighs teasingly.

"itachi, please, i—" you started, but were interrupted by your boyfriend once again. "you wanna let it out, baby? fine, go ahead."

you sigh out of relief, turning to get up so you could head for the bathroom before you were pulled back into your seat by your wrist, itachi's hand planting down on your thigh firmly.

"no, let it out here." he says strictly, and you gasp, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. "r-right here?" you stutter, clenching your thighs together.

"yeah," he says, pressing his fingers against your abdomen. "right here. now."

when you hesitate, he presses harder, making you whimper in his ear. "'m not gonna tell you again, y/n." he whispers, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. "do it for daddy, yeah? i know you wanna be my good girl." and with that, you sigh softly before letting the warm liquid trickle down your thighs, shivering and hiding your head behind his shoulder in embarrassment.

"ohh, that's my girl, felt good didn't it?" he said, and you nodded slowly, looking up at him with glossy eyes. "you made such a mess, princess..." he whispered, looking at the puddle dripping down your seat.

you blushed, your face warm as he teased you. "we better get goin' before the others get back and see the mess you made, huh?" he said, sliding out of the other side of the booth and helping you out too.

as you headed out the bar, legs wobbly and wet with piss, you had no idea what awaited you at home.

you were in for a long night.

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