REPORTING FOR DUTY 🫡
nyxie i must know, how long do you think kakashi would be able to maintain that lazy, unaffected facade when you're riding him before his hands clamp around your hips and the mask finally slips?? 😌
It's the way I can always count on you 🤍 have fun, crow queen!
Kakashi maintains a nonchalant facade with everyone and everything around him. But the moment you're on top riding his big cock, hands gripping the headboard because he's not in control—his hands resting on your thighs, not even on your hips yet—you are the one setting the pace. You're provoking him, and he is definitely going to crumble soon. You rock back and forth, moving fast at first to rub your sensitive clit against him. Then, the moment his cock twitches ever so slightly inside of you, you slow down. His fingers bruise the soft skin of your delicious thighs, the exact place where his face was buried just moments ago, fingering your pussy so well you swore you could see stars on your ceiling. You keep repeating this process, keeping him from cumming, from feeling how tight your cunt can get around his cock. Kakashi is not stupid, though! He can feel your walls clenching around him; he feels your pelvic muscles contracting and relaxing, this man knows you need to cum just as badly, but you're just as bratty and stubborn as he can get.
It doesn't take long; after repeating this maybe three times, he's had enough. Almost breathless, he pulls you down against his chest, gripping your hips and thrusting upward against your pretty and delicious cunt. Your hands find his mask and pull it down, and before you can even taunt him about your little teasing show, about how needy he is and how he couldn't handle it, he lifts his head, pulling his face closer to yours to bite down on your lower lip. The moment he lets go, your tongue finds his lips, licking a straight line across them. You just KNOW he's about to burst now because his hands aren't on your hips anymore. Instead, he's holding your arms behind your back while the room echoes with the wet plap pla plap sound of his cock fucking your tight little hole.
i had to do some research for this one BUT since gyomei can hear everything, how does anyone survive being touched by a man who ALWAYS knows how affected you are by him?? 🧐 teach me how attentive he'd be nyxie
you have no idea what this one did to me (and I'm forever grateful you sent it!)
The first time he heard your small whimper was after you told him you were going to take a shower. He had been outside, shirtless, training and groaning. The sight itself made you press your thighs together. You touched yourself thinking about him, about how badly you wanted to be under him while hearing his deep voice groaning in your ears instead of out into the open air.
He knocked on the door after your second whimper, asking if you were okay; you said yes, and he moved on with his life. But for some reason, he kept hearing your cute, tiny sounds every time you showered, or when he got home and could listen to you in your shared room—just before you abruptly stopped whatever you were doing when he went to slide the door open. It didn't take long for it to click for him the day you moaned his name and he caught you still shaking in bed. All of this time you were touching yourself, your pretty cunt, thinking about him? Gyomei wanted nothing more than to help you feel good. He felt so honored that you wanted to come undone while screaming his name; he could cry.
His towering figure settled by your side in bed, he asked you to teach him, to show him all the places you craved him, so eager to learn how to pleasure his lover. You guided his big, thick, veiny hand to your face first, kissing his palm, then dragging it down to your neck and instructing him to close his fingers around the skin. You had imagined him fucking your brains out countless times, stretching your pussy so well with his thick cock while choking you.
You dragged his hand lower again, down to the middle of your chest, but his hands were so big he was practically grabbing both breasts without even intending to. You asked him for his other hand, and when he gave it to you, you placed both on top of your bust and asked him to cup, grab, and squeeze them. Gyomei's first instinct was to do it softly, but you kept asking him to grip harder, and so he obeyed. His fingers found your perky nipples, which he immediately understood needed his attention the moment your back arched. He trapped them between two fingers and gently pressed. Your back arched again, your lips parting as a small moan escaped, and your legs opened slightly, just enough for him to notice.
He kept his attention there for a few more seconds before his face came closer to yours, asking you to show him where else you wanted him to help you feel good, to pleasure you, to have his hands worshipping every part of your skin he was allowed to touch. And frankly, Gyomei was allowed to have it all.
You directed his hand downward, and the moment it reached your lower belly, hovering so damn close to your pubic mound, your breath hitched. "Oh," was the only sound he made, spoken more to himself than to you. He knew he was about to discover the epicenter of your undoing, the place where you focused so much while moaning his name, thinking about him all of those times in the shower, in bed, and God knows what other places you hid yourself in to play with that cunt. Gyomei's cunt.
He didn't let you lead his hand all the way down; instead, he caressed the sensitive skin for a bit, using his fingertips to trace straight patterns in the same place. You shivered, hyper aware that you were so wet by now that his cock would have no issues entering your tight walls.
You propped yourself up a bit, sustaining your weight on your elbows so you could watch him, tracking what he was doing with those fingers that had already sent chills all over your body without even reaching your—or maybe his—final destination.
"Does that feel good?" he asked in his gentle tone, the exact tone that made you want to ride his face while holding his hair, dropping all your weight on top of him while his mouth worked its magic, his tongue pressing against your clit. All you could do was hum in approval as an answer.
Without asking for further guidance, his palm descended and found your wet folds. You shifted, opening your legs even wider than before, allowing him all the space he needed to work down there. He didn't dive in immediately. He removed his hand from where you wanted, needed him the most, and caressed your inner thighs using the tips of his fingers. You whined, missing his palm against your pussy, earning a low chuckle from him. After giving proper attention to your legs, he decided it was time to go back and give you what you wanted.
His middle finger was the first to slide between your slick folds, as if he were parting the first layer to explore further. Your body twitched at the sudden touch, making Gyomei grin. His index finger came next, pairing up with the other, but he paused his movements before trying anything else. "Please show me what to do," he asked, his face turned towards yours, his voice carrying the most yearning tone known to man.
You took a deep breath and sat yourself up properly, legs still wide open and knees almost fully bent. "Here," you said, guiding him by his beefy wrist to feel your clit, explaining how he could get you worked up by playing with it. He gently rubbed both fingers on top of the sensitive nerves, and that alone was enough for your body to jerk and steal your breath. You instinctively reached out for him, gripping his large red-beaded necklace. You then eased his digits down to find your entrance. The moment he felt how wet you were for him, he closed his eyes and let out a small hiss. You could see the hair on his veiny arms standing up. His index pressed against your entrance, not fully inside, but enough to make you groan. Gyomei decided to shift his position, taking the spot right between your thighs, knees on the ground—ready to pray, but with you as his religious figure now.
He took his time learning how to touch you, observing how your body reacted when his fingers reached different places. But when he finally pushed one finger inside your pussy and you loudly moaned his name, he knew he had found the right spot. At first, the in-and-out movements were slow, but the more you cried out his name, begging him to go faster, the more excited—and definitely hard by now—he got. He was eager to see what reactions he could earn from your body, from giving you so much pleasure. You asked for more, and he hesitated for a second before hearing you say something about using both fingers and curving them inside. So he obeyed, again. Of course he did. The wet sounds, your walls clenching around his digits, his name being moaned so loudly it echoed across his whole estate, it was more than enough reassurance that he was doing the right thing. When your body trembled, becoming stiff for a second, your legs shaking violently, he slowed the movements down and felt you come apart for the first time, so damn proud of what he'd done.
And how sweet you looked right then, your chest heaving while you caught your breath, a bead of sweat threatening to form on your temple. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am, Gyom—" Before you could finish your sentence, his fingers had already found your clit. He hadn't forgotten how you reacted the first time he touched it. Your big, strong, sweet, and attentive boyfriend could never forget to give you the exact attention you deserved.
So he started playing with that cluster of nerves, rubbing it gently, then using his thumb to make circular motions. He felt your legs drop onto the mattress, your knees finally giving up on staying bent.
When he started picking up the pace, feeling how much you liked it now that he had found the proper way to get you worked up, he took it upon himself to put his new findings to the test. One arm stretched up, finding your breasts again, cupping, grabbing, and pressing them firmly enough to hear a mix of "fuck yes" and "don't stop, Gyomei" tumbling from your mouth. He caressed your nipple, his web spaces caging it while his hand held the weight of your soft curves.
All those touches combined made you reach your climax even faster this time. For some reason, Gyomei seemed to have learned your body faster than you could imagine, faster than even you did when you first started exploring your own pleasure zones. His two fingers moved from left to right in swift motions, so fast that you gripped his jet black hair with all your remaining strength right before screaming his name, coming undone for the second time.
With your breathing much more frenzied now, you needed a few more minutes to recover. You swallowed hard, feeling your legs going numb, staring at the ceiling, and fully convinced the starry night sky was definitely inside the room. Gyomei stood up and settled back by your side, not completely lying down but staying close in bed with you. He gently pulled your body against his, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"Give me five minutes, and I'm teaching you how to use your mouth," was all you could mutter before getting comfortable against his solid chest.
peachynyxxxxxxxx, see what I did, since you are writing thirsts I added a bunch of xxx because it's sexxxxxxxy, okay, hear me out, jealous Mikey eating you out so good and sloppy because you were laughing too much at someone's else jokes, and since he claims to not get jealous you didn't think he would care, but upsiii, he does and now you have to hold your moans as he fucks you in the bathroom or something something...
xoxoxo
I love how your brain works 🤍 my berrylina BODBEISIA ily! soft tkr debut on this blog? Who's this? (older, blonde and long haired Mikey? I might let him tap) also no, you're not holding it in 🤪 you know him better than that
You're so fucking naive for thinking Mikey, THE Toman Mikey, would let it slip so easily. Because in all honesty, why the fuck were you even being that loud—you weren't—when laughing at that other guy's joke? Mikey could break the fucker's teeth, and he definitely thought about it while his grip tightened around the cup he was holding. But he knew better than that when it came down to how to handle you, his brat.
Now you're paying the price with both of your legs on his shoulders, your heels touching his back, your left hand gripping the bathroom counter—silly, did you really think you'd make it home before he claimed you?—while your right one pulls his long blonde hair. His tongue takes laps around your clit right before he closes his mouth over the spot, sucking it while you moan his name. He stops. You can see his eyes looking up at you, and then, "Louder!" he demands.
"What?" you ask in an almost breathless voice.
"You wanted to laugh so loudly at that fucker's jokes, now you're going to moan my name for everyone in that party outside to hear." He blows some air onto your clit before licking it again, making you groan. He draws a straight, wet line from the bottom to the top of your cunt, the heat of his tongue making you spiral. You moan again. "I said louder!" His patience snaps, and his mouth closes around your clit again, his two fingers entering your pussy without warning and immediately curving, hitting the spot he knows only he can.
Both of your hands are now gripping his hair, no coherent sentences forming, only the incessant begging of "please don't stop" and his name coming out of your mouth. You don't know which is working faster: his fingers or his mouth. The only thing you know is that your first orgasm is taking over your body when it contracts. Your legs open wider before closing around both sides of his face, and you're practically screaming his name while the wet sounds—gosh, your cunt is so wet now thanks to him—fill the room. He doesn't care if you're sensitive; he will make you ride your orgasm for as long as you can. His movements are not stopping until he is satisfied.
And when he is and you think he's done, your breath catches again when you see him pulling down his pants and grabbing you to stand up. You can barely feel your legs, but he's not an asshole (fully, at least). His arm goes around your hips, his hand resting on your pubic mound as the other one positions his cock against your entrance. It slides inside so damn easily because you're so wet from him feasting on your cunt.
He's fucking you from behind, your face tilted down because you're so overstimulated by the pleasure, but Mikey wants you to watch it. Watch your expressions when he's fucking you the way only he knows how to, because no one can ever fuck you like he does. You're his property, his lover, but most importantly, his slut.
His free hand, the one that's not holding you, tilts your chin up, making you look at your reflection in the mirror. "Look at yourself, so pathetic. Can't even handle it, can you?" He rams in harder. His mouth finds the slope of your shoulder and he bites the skin, bruising it just how he pleases.
"Aren't you my dumb little fleshlight?" A rhetorical question, obviously. You'd never be another's, not while he breathed. You moan a, "Y-yes, Mikey," and he picks up the pace.
what ever happened to hi, hello???? (I'm just playing hard to get) I NEVER HEARD OF THIS ONE JSOWNSOKS Only kiss, marry, and kill sos! OKAY OKAY SO
I'll kiss Sasuke, blow Shikamaru and fuck Naruto. If you had asked me this like a few months ago I'd probably say fuck Shikamaru but I've been cooking something with Naruto and am POSSESSED
grimmjow has you pinned beneath him and bites down on your shoulder while he fucks you hard enough to make the bed strike the wall, hard enough that the pain makes you cry out and clench helplessly around him. the reaction gets a viscious, satisfied snarl from him as he growls against your skin, "there it is. knew you liked it when i marked you" 😏
I'm about to go to poundtown celebrate real good with him on our bday, watch me
soft bleach debut? who's dis
Fucking Grimmjow is the most primal experience you could ever have.
He doesn't do the pathetic, soft love marks that human guys do. Your wrists are pinned above your head while his free hand grips your jaw, locking your face into place so you have to watch him do whatever he wants with you. Grimmjow is a panther ready to strike, completely unashamed of his predatory nature while you look like his pretty, silly little prey falling apart beneath his weight.
When his canines sink into the sensitive skin of your shoulder and neck to leave a nasty bruise, you can't help but whine like a trapped bunny. If he happens to draw a tiny bead of blood, it only makes him prouder, his fire igniting as he laps it up and thrusts even harder. His possessive trait paired up with his "king" complex thrives on the way your sweet cunt helplessly clenches around his throbbing cock. He loves knowing he can easily tame you in seconds, letting out a mocking laugh, a sound too close to a growl, as his teasing remarks drive you over the edge. He takes the definition of "fucking you dumb" to another level.
And when you finally cum around his cock—and he definitely fucks you raw and most likely breeds you. Every. Single. Time.—you are left shaking and gasping for air with your nails still digging into his back. He lightly traps your lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it for a second before reminding you how he ruined you for every mortal man out there.
kiss, marry, fuck...
Shino, Kakashi & Kiba, praise my mercifulness, I almost got Chad in here
hey so I'm going to deny this ask because genuinely WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU 😭 when I find that block button it is OVER for your ass
just wanted to preface this by saying I'd fuck all 3 of them and happily marry Shino and Kakashi if I had the choice to! With that being said (i'll never forgive you, Berry!)
kiss kiba, fuck my (big!cock) Shino and marry Kakashi
