Devildomresidentt - She-wants-revenge

Good day~ First of all - I love reading your writings, they're so wonderful (´｡• ω •｡`) As for request, if it's possible, of course, may I ask for sfw and nsfw headcanons for Aburame Shibi and maybe Aoba (separately), please? Thank you so very much! (´꒳`)♡

First off, THANK YOU SMMM <33 it means a lot to hear that ♥️ but..I don’t think I can do them justice since I can’t really think of anything for either of them and I’d hate to half-ass anything 😭 if there’s anyone else you’d like to req for I’d love to hear it though <33

Read the nsfw alphabet about kaka and yama and I was like holly shitttt!!! It was amazing! Now, I want to ask for yandere itachi nsfw hcs,,please?

Yan!Itachi Headcanons

Featuring - Yan!Itachi Uchiha x GN!Reader

Rating - Mature

A/N - TYSM ANONNN, I’m planning on doing another one sooner or later so I’m glad to hear you enjoyed the first <3 + I hope you enjoy although it is a bit short ♥️

🥀 -> Possessive, it’s a truth you’re not fond of but it’s your reality—Sometimes it can feel smothering or suffocating, but at the end of the day it’s just how he loves.

🥀 -> Itachi’s rough in bed, nothing serious, he hates the idea of severely harming you. He’d never hit or degrade you; although he has no issue with leaving visible hickeys along your neck and collarbone.

🥀 -> He prefers being on top for many reasons—mainly to feel addictive sting of your nails digging into his back or bicep whenever he’s being a bit too rough, but also to admire how your face contorts with overwhelming pleasure as you struggle to maintain eye-contact whenever he hits that certain spongy spot just right.

🥀 -> He’d never draw blood from you during sex, but on him, he loves it. Feeling the your nails clawing into his back as you cry out his name like the sweetest siren song known to man is something he can never get enough of.

🥀 -> Itachi isn’t too vocal during sex, then again some nights he’s far more chatty than others. Most nights it’s praises that feel almost condescending as if he were talking too a pet, it isn’t often, and you’ve grown accustomed to it; other nights he can be the sweetest person on earth with his words.

Sanji x Reader: Grinding

I saw a post on tiktok say bring #dryhumping back. I think we need to bring it back to writing.

I’m coming off hiatus🫡‼️

This was written with the Live Action Sanji in mind, but any Sanji will fit the narrative.

Warnings: dry humping, semi-public/exhibitionism (but like just risky)

Your boyfriend is needy man. He’s always being overly touchy or too much in general, but it’s not necessarily a negative trait.

His hand meets your shoulder and brushes off down your arm as he alerts a zoned-out you that he made you a snack. As you snap back to reality, you realize he made you your favorite. By the time you manage to utter a thank you, he’s returned to prepping for dinner.

You think to get up and thank him with a hug or a soft kiss, but you know it wouldn’t stop there, and it feels disrespectful to let the food he made you grow cold without even taking a bite first, not to mention cold food would disappoint you too. You look down at your food, conflicted as to what to do. Settling on saying a quick thank you out loud before digging in, and doing just that.

“We’re gonna have to stop at a port soon enough. Feeding Luffy is not easy.” Sanji speaks up, chuckling. This tears you out of your thoughts, but you take a moment to respond. A moment too long, because Sanji’s face changes as he sets down the bowl he was holding as moves to stand behind your chair.

“Is something on your mind, love?” He asks, hands moving to your shoulders. He rubs them, for now, but you know he’ll go lower. If you’re being honest, you’re beginning to crave it.

As shocking as it is, having the pervert boyfriend that you do, it’s been a little while since the last time you two had some fun together. He’s usually busy in the kitchen, if he’s not the other members of the crew aren’t far behind the two of you. And with sleeping quarters being shared, you’d both be rude and indecent, in your opinion, to attempt while the others are asleep mere feet away.

You’re beginning to get antsy, but you’re reminded of where you are as a timer goes off. A timer you doubt Sanji even needs, but maybe you are distracting enough for him to need a reminder. It seems that’s the case as he lets out a soft “oh, right” and his hands recede as he swiftly moves across the small kitchen.

You huff in a newfound frustration, but he doesn’t seem to notice. After a couple of minutes, he comes back with a short apology. His hands move back to your shoulders, and within seconds he’s asking you if you want to talk to him about whatever is bothering you while his hands start to drift lower.

You consider telling him you’d rather show him, not tell, but you remind yourself you’re in the kitchen. The door doesn’t lock. His head falls to the crook of your neck as he bends down to wrap his arms around you fully. You retain control until his lips are on your neck.

Within minutes, you’ve forced him to sit in the chair so you can move to his lap, straddling it. Every kiss shared is desperate and hungry. Any breath taken has an end marked by a string of saliva, destined to be taken over by another passionate kiss that steals that breath away again. You feel a heat between your legs, like a burning sensation that only he could cool, despite feeling just as on fire as you.

Sanji’s hands are groping at your chest, kneading like he would dough. Every touch and squeeze sends electricity through your body. To dispel that energy, you feel the need rub your needy core against him. He whimpers and feeling causes him to jolt, but respond shortly after with movement of his own. You rut your hips against him like you need this feeling to live.

You briefly notice how obvious it is that Sanji can’t think straight. His mouth is open, letting out heavy breaths, and his eyes are watching where your bodies grind together. He’s practically drooling as he becomes impossibly harder.

You grind your hips down and his hands shoot up to grab at them, groans and helpless whimpers falling from his lips. It was obvious he didn’t think it through, because he looked as if he couldn’t make up his mind as to rather he’d stop you or move you himself. You ignore his hands as his minds twists to decide, instead picking up your pace.

The friction between your bodies and your clothes are making an almost vibrating sensation for you. You shudder against him as you feel pleasure beginning to peak. His breathing picks up and you feel light twitching even through his clothes shortly before he begins to beg.

“Wait, baby, please. Love, not like this— at least let m—“ but he’s quickly cut off by a more intense grinding, the friction sending him over the edge shortly before you topple over too.

“Oh fuckkk.” He moans, head falling back. You let out your own moans as you let yourself fall to just lay against him.

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