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{🪷Marriage Proposal🪷}

[In which Byakuya asks your hand in marriage…]

I love this man. Enjoy my newest brain rot. I’ll get requests done soon, I’m mainly wanting to write for Toshiro and Byakuya.

Warnings:

None

Byakuya Kuchiki was a vision of moonlight and stardust, a noble figure in all his finery. He stood tall, as though his kenseikan weighed him down with the heavy burden of honor and duty he bore. His skin glowed like polished ivory in the pale light of the Soul Society and his eyes shone brighter than any star even when casted to the ground the mortals walked.

You were the one person that could make him feel something he hadn't felt in such a long time; joy. He finally felt like he belonged somewhere and that was with you. Every day filled with laughter, smiles and love replaced the dullness of his life before. With you, he didn't have to be alone anymore and for once in his life, it felt like everything was going to be alright.

Time flew by and soon everyone around you knew that the you were meant for each other. You two started making plans for their future, wanting to build a life together that would be full of love, laughter and joy. Both of you were sure this was what you wanted.

Byakuya wanted to marry you. He had never felt more sure of anything in his life. He knew that as long as you were by his side, he could face anything the world might throw at him. He wanted to show his love for you in a way that would last forever, so he asked your father for permission to marry you.

Your father was a quiet man but nevertheless, he could see the depth of Byakuya's love and care for you and gave him his blessing.

Byakuya made sure everything was perfect before asking you to marry him. Byakuya Kuchiki, resplendent in the noble regalia of the Kuchikis, was going to ask you to marry him on March 13, the first day of the Cherry blossom season for the world of the living.

On that fateful day, Byakuya finally asked for your hand in marriage. You felt overwhelmed with emotion; it was clear to you that this man was truly devoted to you and would love and care for you forever.

Byakuya could see the joy radiating from your face as he took out a little box from his pocket, revealing a beautiful cherry blossom-shaped diamond ring. You smiled and without warning, tears started to stream down your face as you silently nodded in agreement.

The two of you were wed a few weeks later under the cherry blossoms. Despite the time constraints, Byakuya had put together a grand ceremony that was filled with wonder and joy. The newlyweds danced all night beneath the soft petals of the cherry blossoms.

Summary: Byakuya's not one for gossip, trends or anything of the like, but whisperings of an exclusive spa has made him somewhat curious (though he denies it). Trends come and go, and eventually talks of this spa die down... but not in Byakuya's mind or curiosity.

CW: MDNI! SMUT! So much of it. I haven't written anything so smutty like this in SO LONG. Rimming (m receiving), squirting, tit jobs, 69-ing, anal fingering.

Reader tags: @kennys-partner @villainsrtasty (if you wish to be tagged for future posts, please fill this out)

Author's note: I've been replaying Yakuza ha.. ha. haahahahahahaha.

Word count: 3602

When Byakuya first became captain of Squad 6, he never cared for trends, fads or whatever popular markers were for the Gotei 13. He didn’t necessarily think he was above it all, but it just didn’t concern him. He had to uphold the noble Kuchiki family and the laws of the Gotei 13.

But now, as he grew comfortable in his captaincy, he became more cognizant of the murmurings and chattering of his squad. He knew there were certain food trends that were popular in the World of the Living that were becoming popular in Seireitei, he knew of what music was becoming popular due to what Captain Hirako, Captain Otoribashi and Lietuenant Hisagi would share (not that he had a particular care to listen).

But he also had to thank Rukia and Renji for some part of his newly acquired “knowledge.” Rukia seemed obsessed with some series popular in the World of the Living, and Renji with whatever movies were being shown.

Again, not that he particularly had any interest in consuming.

But for a while now, maybe for several months now, he heard whisperings of an exclusive spa that had opened.

Byakuya wasn’t one for such establishments, yet… no one would stop talking about it.

So much so, he heard Captain Hirako discuss it with Head Captain Kyoraku.

The weeks went by and talks of this spa had yet to die down. Soldiers lamenting that they couldn’t get in, but captains and lieutenants discussing how rejuvenated they felt.

Byakuya… was curious, yet didn’t engage with the conversations. Until he walked by Captain Kotetsu talk to her sister about how relaxed she felt.

But like all trends and rumours, they all die down and something new comes to replace it.

Yet something about this spa wormed its way into Byakuya’s mind. Was it the exclusivity? He could arguably hire the best masseuses in Seireitei and have his own “retreat” at home… yet something about the rumours, and the fact that several captains had talked about it, made Byakuya curious.

Byakuya frowned as he concentrated on the paperwork in front of him. He didn’t know the name of the spa, he didn’t even know if it was in the World of the Living or in Seireitei. He quickly read through documents and signed whatever needed to be signed, and “retired” for the night.

Except he decided to visit Captain Kotetsu. Byakuya was not interested in the other captains heeming and hawing at his sudden interest in the spa, and he also knew Captain Kotetsu would keep his visit to herself.

So when he appeared at the Squad 4 barracks, it was a surprise for everyone. Isane immediately took him to her office.

“Are you alright Captain Kuchiki?” Isane asked, her voice heavy with worry as she scanned him.

“I’m fine.” Byakuya responded, “I’m here to ask you a question.” Isane raised her eyebrows as her sister brought some tea for the two of them.

“By all means, sir, you can ask me anything.” Isane replied, she was beginning to grow nervous.

“I’m looking for a spa recommendation.” He asked, watching Isane’s reaction. She seemed surprised, with the way her eyes widened, and nervous with the way she was hesitant to speak.

“Are your muscles in pain, Captain Kuchiki?”

“No.” He briskly replied, “I overheard you tell your lieutenant about a spa. I’m interested in that one.”

Isane’s cheeks grew pink, “oh you heard that? I’m not sure you’ll like it…” Isane mumbled.

Byakuya narrowed his eyes in response, causing Isane to shudder in anxiety. She nervously laughed and began to look away from Byakuya. She fidgeted with her fingers, a nervous tick she couldn’t shake off, “so that one is Negai, it’s in the World of the Living.” She mumbled, avoiding Byakuya’s gaze.

Byakuya slightly bowed his head in thanks, “I heard it is difficult to get into.”

“Um, yes –“ Isane paused, her face growing redder, “but I can arrange it for you!” She hastily replied, “so when you visit, they can take you in immediately.” She gave a nervous laugh, quickly grabbing a piece of paper to write down the information.

Byakuya took the piece of paper from her hand, “thank you.”

“I will send a hell butterfly once I confirm with them.” She shakily said, her blush not disappearing.

Byakuya nodded again before taking his leave, wondering why Captain Kotetsu was nervous in sharing.

Captain Kotetsu was true to her word and sent a hell butterfly in a matter of days since he met with her that night. Due to his own diligence as a captain, Byakuya accrued a few days off, leaving Renji in charge. The two of them were responding to last minute paperwork before Byakuya headed off for his vacation.

“Captain Kuchiki, where are you headin’ off to?” Renji asked, curious as to the sudden vacation request.

“I am going to the World of the Living.” Byakuya responded curtly.

Renji raised his eyebrows in surprise, “really?”

“Yes.” Byakuya replied, a cold tone evident in his voice. The atmosphere between them changed and Renji knew, after decades of working with his captain, that that tone meant no more questions.

“Well I hope you enjoy your time off, captain. I’ll take care of the squad in your absence.” Renji said, shaking his stack of papers.

Byakuya nodded and left the Squad 6 barracks, heading back to his estate.

Negai was located just outside Tokyo, along a street of non-descript buildings. The building it was in was unremarkable. Other than the elegant signage above the entry way, it was easy to miss. In a way, Byakuya preferred this, avoiding overly flashy establishments.

He was greeted immediately once he entered, “you must be Kuchiki-san, yes?” A man at the front desk asked, as his colleague, a woman, entered something into the computer.

“Your colleague, Kotetsu-san, informed of us of your visit today.” The woman smiled. “Since this is your first visit with us, we suggested that you should have a 120-minute session today.”

Byakuya nodded, “and do I pay now, or after?” He inquired.

“We can take a deposit now if you prefer or you can pay at the end in case there are additional services you request during your time.”

Byakuya remained silent.

The man quickly dialed a number, “Dear, your client is here. Are you ready?” The man grinned at Byakuya, hanging up the phone. “Let me escort you to your room.”

Byakuya was taken to private change room that connected to the larger room he would be in for the duration of his stay. He was provided a silk bathrobe, to which Byakuya felt was of high quality, and a similar quality towel.

Folding his clothes neatly, Byakuya wrapped the towel around his waist and draped the robe over his shoulders. He opened the door to a beautiful, brightly lit room. He narrowed his eyes though… there was no massage table in sight. Instead, there was a large bed, with sleek furnishings, and another door connected elsewhere.

In the middle of the room, stood you, wrapped in a similar, yet much shorter, silk robe. Byakuya wondered if it even reached the top of your thighs.

“Thank you for your patronage, Kuchiki-sama,” you smiled introducing yourself to Byakuya. “Would you like anything to drink before we begin?”

“Is this not a spa?” Byakuya asked raising his eyebrows, noticing that you were completely nude under your robe. You weren’t modest or shy about that fact.

You looked at him in confusion, “spa? This is a soapland, but I suppose legally it’s considered a ‘health’ establishment…” you murmured, “part of our session today includes a massage, do you want to start with that?” You asked.

Byakuya’s eyes widened, but he remained silent. A soapland, that was what everyone was lamenting about… no wonder the other captains seemed in a relaxed mood afterwards.

He quickly pondered if he should leave… but…

He was already here. He was also a someone who would not turn his back on his word. He didn’t care what Captain Kotetsu thought of him if he did leave but he wondered how “relaxing” this place truly could be to have most of the Gotei 13 as its clientele. He narrowed his eyes slightly at you, but relaxed. You were incredibly attractive; he couldn’t deny that and seemed well-mannered.

You on the other hand, looked at Byakuya expectantly. Your pussy was throbbing with how attractive this man was. His long black hair was styled neatly, his face was incredible handsome, and his chiseled body left little to your imagination. You wanted to lick your lips in anticipation for what was under his towel.

You immediately extended your hand and led him to the room behind the closed door he initially saw. Inside, a similarly decorated bathroom greeted him, with a shower, a hot tub… and what looked like a large, inflatable mat. No massage table in sight.

“Sir, if you could please lie face down on this mat, and I can start on your massage.” You smiled at him, pulling out what he assumed to be various types of oils and lotions.

Byakuya laid down on the mat quietly. You couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that he didn’t remove his towel.

“Kuchiki-sama, do you have a particular scent you prefer?” You asked him.

“Jasmine.” He brusquely replied.

“Ok then, I’m going to start now.” You said cheerily. You loosened your robe and gently kneeled between his body, pouring the jasmine oil over the broad expanse of his back. You started at his shoulders, rubbing the oil into his skin. His initially tense shoulders began to relax as you gently kneaded a particular knot in his back.

Your hands moved further down his back, kneading and massaging other areas, until you reached his towel. You decided to keep it on, but moved to his legs, taking gentle care to massage him. Eventually, once most of his body was covered in oil, you gently laid on top of him, pushing your breasts against his back, peppering kisses along the way.

Byakuya shuddered from the sensation, feeling his cock twitch as you rubbed yourself along his body. He turned his head and saw your robe was on the ground – you were completely nude above him.

“Kuchiki-sama, is it ok if I take your towel off?” You asked politely.

Byakuya didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled it off himself, earning a large grin from you. He laid back down and you continued to massage his back, before reaching under him. Your warm hand wrapped around his somewhat erect cock, as you gently pumped him, kissing his shoulder blades.

“Kuchiki-sama, could you please get on all fours for him?” You whispered into his ear, before kissing it. You could feel Byakuya shudder underneath you. You licked your lips as he managed to stay still, his cock slowly growing in stiffness.

The man was incredibly fit, not an ounce of fat on him… except for his ass. You wondered what he did to obtain such a physique, but it was best not to ask clients what they did. Instead, you picked up a different oil and dripped it along his bottom, squeezing and massage it, before you tenderly spread his cheeks. You heard him take a deep inhale once you began to lick his puckered hole.

Byakuya stifled a groan as the strange, yet pleasant sensation filled his body. One of your hands was holding him steady, while another wrapped around his cock, pumping it in time with your mouth. Soon you began to move, dragging your tongue along his underside before he saw you underneath, wrapping your lips on the head of his erection. You sucked as your hands slid up and down his cock.

You pulled yourself up and giggled. Byakuya turned around and faced you. His cheeks were rosy, his hair clinging to his face while his muscular body was covered in a sheen of sweat and oil. His cock stood tall, your saliva and his pre-cum dripping down his engorged shaft.

“Oh my, Kuchik-sama, you’re more tense than I thought.” You teased. “I have some additional relaxation techniques.”

He narrowed his eyes, “even though you’re the source of my stress?” He replied cooly.

You laughed at his response but led him out of the room and back to the bedroom. “Why don’t you lie down,” you murmured, your fingers moving softly against his chiseled abdomen, “while I correct my mistake.”

Byakuya leaned into the bed as you kissed your way down his body before reaching his weeping cock. You smiled at him as he watched you kiss the base of his erection, your tongue darting out to lick his underside. You slowly made your way back to the tip of his cock, licking away his pre cum while massaging his base. You then lifted your body up, pushing your breasts together, and gently pushed his erection between them.

You smiled at him as his eyes widened, watching his cock piston out of your breasts, pre-cum smearing alongside them. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back from coming. He hated to admit that he was enjoying your skills, but hated how quickly his body fell apart from your touches, so he decided to return the favour…

He reached down and pinched your nipples, rubbing them between his fingers. You let out a low moan as you continued to push yourself up and down on his cock. You let your tongue out trying to taste his cock every time it reached your lips.

But it wasn’t enough for Byakuya. He weaved his hand into your hair and pulled you off from his cock, earning a whine from you.

“You’ll need to ask for permission to continue further.” He rasped; his face defying is words. With his cheeks flushed, Byakuya looked like he was going to cum right there, but he had other plans.

He flipped you over and held your hands above you. His other hand squeezed your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before they dipped to your pussy.

Byakuya gave a small smirk, feeling how wet you were. He pushed one finger into your wet pussy, while his thumb rubbed against your clit, causing you to arch your back. You moaned loudly as he pushed two more fingers inside you, rapidly thrusting them in you.

He watched your face contort from the pleasure, eyes rolling back as your body began to thrash.

“Oh god, too much!” You screamed, before he felt hot liquid cover his hand. He pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them to your mouth, watching you immediately taste yourself.

Your lips were covered in your juices, and without warning, Byakuya reached down and kissed you. He licked at your lips, then pulled himself away.

“We’re not done yet.” He said softly, as he laid down on the bed. “If I make you orgasm again, I’ll have my way with you.”

You raised your eyebrows, chest heaving from the intense orgasm you had, “and what if I make you cum?”

“You can do what you want with me.” Your pussy began to throb. You adjusted yourself as you sat on his face while you reached for cock. And without warning, Byakuya delved straight to your pussy, his lips immediately sucking on your clit as a finger teased your ass.

You let out a loud moan before stuffing your mouth with his cock, trying to stifle yourself. You felt Byakuya shudder again as you bobbed your head on his cock, trying to ignore the pleasure coursing through your body.

But he was devouring your pussy as if it was the last thing on Earth. You pulled your mouth away and squealed as his tongue lapped at you with such intensity and fervor. You felt your orgasm building up quickly as his tongue pushed into your sopping pussy.

You saw stars, screaming Byakuya’s name as you came over his face. You whimpered as he began to slow down his ministrations, his once intense licks and sucks became gentle and soft until he pulled you away.

“So it seems that I won.” He remarked, inspecting your flushed figure. Your eyes were half-lidded, as your body heaved heavily, trying to compose yourself from the two intense orgasms you just experienced.

But… you wanted more, and you wanted his cock. It was still as stiff as ever, standing tall as Byakuya pushed your legs apart. You immediately circled your pussy, your other hand squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples as you began to whine, “Kuchiki-sama, please.”

Byakuya took a deep inhale as he watched you finger yourself for him, the taste of your pussy still lingering on his lips. He took his cock and slapped the tip on your clit, a moan bubbling out of you. You watched in anticipation as he slowly pushed himself into your pussy. Byakuya hissed at how tight you were, your cunt clenching at his cock as he stretched you out.

He let out a low groan once he was fully inside you, relishing how you gripped his cock tightly. He rolled his hips forward, earning a moan from you.

“Kuchiki-sama, faster,” you moaned, “please!”

“I don’t take,” Byakuya heaved, pulling himself out, “orders from you” as he slammed his cock back in. You screamed as his thrusts were slow, but powerful, your legs shaking as he slammed his cock into you. You could feel every inch of him fill you up, to then suddenly have it gone. Your vision began turning white as the familiar rush of an orgasm was fast approaching.

You arched your back as Byakuya’s hand circled your clit, rubbing it in tandem with his thrusts. You cried out as your orgasm hit you again.

But Byakuya didn’t stop this time. Instead, he began to increase his pace, slamming his cock out of your drooling pussy. The obscene sounds, coupled with his moans and your screams, filled the room.

In the back of your mind, you wondered how lucky you were to be fucked like this. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss as he pounded away at your cunt. You pulled away to let out another cry, your body trembling as another orgasm claimed you.

Byakuya pulled his cock out once you came again and placed his cock on your mouth.

“Finish what you started.” He ordered, tapping his cock across your face. You immediately obliged, tasting your pussy juices all over his thick shaft. You began to drool around him, happily and loudly moaning as you bobbed your head along.

Byakuya nestled his hand into your hair again and gently pulled you off from his cock. His hand immediately stroking his cock, “close your eyes” he panted softly, as you felt hot, thick spurts of his cum land all over your face.

You sighed blissfully. You never really swallowed a client’s cum unless they asked, but you wanted to taste him. Opening your eyes, you looked at him dead on, scooping some of his cooling cum on to your finger and tasting it.

“Delicious, Kuchiki-sama” you beamed, the rest of his cum still covering your face. Byakuya chuckled softly, entranced at the sight. “In return… Let me wash you up and you can be on your way.” Giving him a wink.

Byakuya approached concierge and paid ¥350,000 for his time. He didn’t blink at the cost as he handed over the card he used for when he was in the World of the Living.

“I hope everything was to your liking, Kuchiki-san!” Remarked the woman at the front desk.

“Yes, it was much needed.” He murmured, not delving more into it.

“If you’d like, I can book you again.”

Byakuya closed his eyes in thought. “Yes, I’d like to see her in two weeks.” The receptionist took down his preferred day and time, scheduling him in.

“Thanks again for your patronage!”

Byakuya came back to Seireitei, his short-lived vacation finished. Things were running as normal in Squad 6, with Renji updating him on any pressing issues and concerns he needed to address. Once that was taken care of, Byakuya decided to pay a visit to Captain Kotetsu, bringing her a box of expensive wagashi.

Captain Kotetsu’s face was deeply pink as Byakuya strolled in to her office. No words were spoken as she stared down at the floor.

“Thank you for the recommendation, Captain Kotetsu.” Byakuya said, his voice as even as ever. “This gift is a token of my appreciation.”

Isane laughed out of nerves, immediately thanking him and giving a deep bow. Nothing else was said as Byakuya took his leave.

Isane patted her face, trying not to think of what Byakuya “appreciated.”

Back at the Soapland, you and the receptionist were catching up. “Kuchiki-san seemed to really like your work! You’ve gotten a lot of new clients lately” Your friend beamed, as she typed away appointment reminders.

“He’s very…” a blush appearing on your face, “skilled. I’m definitely glad to see him again.” Your friend laughed at the comment, “honestly I’m really grateful the people I’m seeing know how fuck a woman, you know?” You sighed happily.

The receptionist stopped typing and turned to you, “so who do you think was better?” She pulled up your file, seeing all the names you had for future bookings. “There’s Kotetsu-san, Kenpachi-san, Kyoraku-san… Shihouin-san, Urahara-san… or Kuchiki-san?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration. Putting your hand to your chin, you were deep in thought, “Hm… I would have to say…”

READER IS LIVING HER BEST LIFE AND WE LOVE THAT FOR HER!! Who do you think reader enjoyed the most?! HAHAHAHA

Yeah yeah yeah I wanted to write Byakuya at a Soapland because I think his ass would hate to be caught dead there but he needs to let loose once in a while (and reader is gonna make sure that happens!!)

ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!

oh gosh, I have a really cool ask. what about the bleach reacting to you getting drunk and not recognising them as your boyfriend, and you're all like 'my boyfriend is hot and handsome and would kick your ass.'

A/N: I always loved these drunk imagines. They’re the cutest.

Super entertained by your drunken rambling and smirking as they played along or teased you gently. They’d find it cute that you were bragging about them without realising it was them. “Oh yeah? Think he could really take me? Well, I think I’m way more handsome and hotter than your boyfriend.” while guiding you home with a chuckle. They just love playing along to hear you praise them more.

— Shunsui, Grimmjow, Kisuke, Gin, Shinji, Bazz-B, Askin, Kenpachi, Ichigo, Renji, Yhwach

They’d quietly guide you back, unfazed by your nonsense. Maybe a small smile would tug at their lips, but they wouldn’t engage much beyond making sure you were safe and comfortable, while rolling their eyes or softly chuckling at the praises, unbeknownst, towards them. They’d let you talk, just gently steering you along until you sobered up.

— Jushiro, Uryu, Starrk, Ulquiorra, Ryuken, Jugram, Aizen

They’d look mildly annoyed that you didn’t recognise it was they you were speaking about while attempting to threaten them with their own description. They’d keep helping you, but with exasperation, like, “Please wake up and realise that it’s me and not your better version of me” or “stop trying to moke my stance, I do not pose like that when fighting”. They might grumble about it for now, but taunt you when you are sober.

— Kira, Toshiro, Byakuya, Hisagi

hi ♡

can I aske about the bleach men reacting to their s/o getting into a fight for them and winning. probably some idiot was badmouthing the bleach men and their s/o 'handled' everything.

thanks in advance ♡

A/N: Oh gosh, this would be a sight to behold. Most of them would be cheering you on lol.

Visibly entertained and turned on by your boldness. Highly smug as they watched you win. They’d tease you playfully afterward, maybe telling you things like, “Didn’t know you were that feisty” or “You looked hot doing that.” They're proud, definitely turned on, and probably already planning a reward for you later.

— Shunsui, Grimmjow, Askin, Kisuke, Bazz-B, Shinji, Kenpachi, Renji

They wouldn’t make a huge show of it, but you’d see the pride in their eyes. A small smile, maybe a nod, and later they’d let you know how much they appreciated you standing up for them—even if they usually handle things themselves.

— Starrk, Ichigo, Kira, Hisagi

They’d be proud you won, but lowkey irritated that you had to step in at all. Expect a lecture about not risking yourself—even if you clearly handled it. Their protectiveness flares up when it comes to you, even if they secretly enjoyed watching you fight.

— Toshiro, Uryu, Byakuya, Ryuken, Jushiro

They’d be delighted in their own way, smirking like the bastard just got what they deserved. They’d see it as you defending what’s theirs—or rather, who is theirs. Expect a quiet intensity, maybe a hand on your back or a whisper in your ear, telling you how well you did—and how they’ll be showing you their appreciation later.

— Yhwach, Jugram, Aizen, Ulquiorra, Gin

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Kuchiki Byakuya, Hirako Shinji, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello, sis! I really, reallly, love your headcanons! Would you like to do a hc about reader who's very insecure about themselves or dealing with self-esteem issues? The characters could be Jushiro, Shunsui, Shinji, and Byakuya. You can add any character you want. I hope you accept it, if it's fine with you. Thank you!🥰

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Thank you for this request, anon. This one felt close to home. Hope it doesn’t sound too personal 😅. But enjoy!

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When they guide you through your stage of insecurity and low self-esteem (like the sweet lovers they are)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kuchiki Byakuya

✧ Never one for coddling, but the moment he started noticing your discomfort with yourself, he began paying more attention than you'd realise. He’d catch you looking at your reflection too long with a strange look on your face, like you were trying to find something worth liking. He never brought it up directly, but he observed it in silence.

✧ You’d try to brush off compliments with a shrug or awkward laugh, and he’d tilt his head slightly, eyebrows drawing together. The next time, he’d say something simple and specific, like, “Your posture improved. It suits you.” Not said for flattery, but because it was fact, and he knew you’d believe facts over sweet nothings.

✧ He started saying things in passing like, “That colour enhances your complexion,” or “You speak clearly. People listen.” Always subtle and neutral. But there was no mistaking the intention behind it. He was planting seeds of positivity.

✧ Once, you called yourself useless during training after missing a block. Byakuya didn’t hesitate. “You are not. Do not waste my time by speaking falsehoods.” The way he said it made you stop mid-apology. “Correct yourself and try again,” he added, but it wasn’t harsh. It was almost...grounding.

✧ He’d sit beside you in silence sometimes, just so you wouldn’t be alone with your thoughts too long. You weren’t even sure he noticed the patterns, but then he handed you a book he’d chosen without asking. It had notes in the margins. Thoughtful ones. That kind of intimacy from Byakuya said everything.

✧ When you tried to downplay your efforts during a mission, he would say without looking up, “Mediocrity does not draw my attention. You should be aware of that by now.” And when you glanced up, unsure if it was a rebuke or a compliment, he flicked his eyes to you and added, “I meant it as praise. Accept it.”

✧ He didn’t indulge self-deprecation. “If you insist on belittling yourself, I cannot assist you. I work with those who see their worth, or at least wish to.” And somehow, that stung more than any pity would have.

✧ But he began requesting your opinion more often. Not just to be kind, but because he valued it, and he wanted you to know he did. “You see things others overlook,” he said once, when you pointed out a pattern in enemy movement others missed. “That is not a common trait.”

✧ During a rare evening walk, you admitted in a quiet voice that you didn’t see anything impressive in yourself. He stopped, looked down at you, and simply asked, “Do you believe I waste time?” You frowned, shook your head. “Then accept that I choose to be here. With you. For a reason.”

✧ The way he spoke your name shifted. Firmer, less formal, almost like grounding you. If you drifted into self-hate, he’d say your name like an anchor, a reminder. Not of what you were to him, but who you were.

✧ He started correcting others when they praised you too little. “They completed the task efficiently,” someone would say. Byakuya would reply coolly, “They completed the task brilliantly. Do not diminish that.”

✧ Once, you were picking at your sleeves, eyes low after a particularly bad day, and he said quietly, “You are permitted to falter. But you are not permitted to lie about your value.”

✧ He didn’t flood you with affection or comfort. He redefined your reality through steady correction, unwavering acknowledgement, and making it known that weakness was not something to be ashamed of—but false humility was.

✧ He taught you kido techniques slowly, patiently, never rushing, and never once expressing frustration. “You will learn. You do not lack capacity—only belief.”

✧ When you thanked him too meekly, he looked at you and said flatly, “Do not thank me as though it is undeserved. You earn what I give.”

✧ Sometimes, he sat beside you and just existed there. No speeches. No guidance. Just quiet presence that said, I see you. You’re enough, even when you don’t see it yourself.

Hirako Shinji

✧ Shinji had clocked how you laughed off compliments and made excuses when praised. The kind of thing you thought you were hiding well, but his perceptiveness cut right through the act.

✧ “You’ve got this weird habit of shrinking into yourself when someone says something nice,” he pointed out with that easy grin. “You allergic to compliments or just not used to ‘em?”

✧ He teased you at first, lightly, trying to draw you out of your shell. “C’mon, don’t give me that face. You look like someone just insulted your cooking, and all I said was your outfit suits you.”

✧ He started making you stand in front of the mirror sometimes while standing behind you, arms crossed, saying things like, “Look at that. That’s someone who’s survived Hollow attacks, dealt with Mayuri without losing their sanity, and still has all their limbs. That ain’t nothing.”

✧ Shinji made sure you knew that your mind was sharp. When you doubted your ideas, he’d interrupt mid-thought with, “No, no, don’t walk it back. That was a good plan. Stick with it.” He hated seeing you second-guess yourself and he always called it out.

✧ Once, you called yourself a burden and he turned to you with this incredulous look. “You serious right now? You think I’d drag dead weight around Soul Society for fun? Nah. You’re carrying more than you realise.”

✧ He wasn’t the soft, sappy type—but he did know when to lower his voice and level with you. “I’ve seen a lotta people. Been through too many wars. If you were weak, I’d know it. You’re not.”

✧ When you were spiralling, his approach was to snap you out of it with something sharp. “Stop it. That voice in your head’s lying to you. And you’re letting it. Don’t give it that kind of power.”

✧ Made a habit of pointing out the little things you did well. “You always catch details. I missed that Hollow’s movement pattern, and you didn’t. I owe you a drink.”

✧ When you couldn’t sleep and admitted it was because your brain wouldn’t shut up, he started showing up at night, leaning against your doorframe, tossing you a cushion. “Come sit with me. We’ll talk nonsense until your brain forgets it’s trying to kill you.”

✧ He’d interrupt your self-deprecating thoughts before they even finished. “Don’t even start. I see that look on your face. You’re better than you think, alright? I’m not gonna let you pretend otherwise.”

✧ One day, he found you tearing yourself down over a small mistake. He sat down beside you and said, quieter this time, “You ever notice how hard you are on yourself? Like you think being perfect is the only way you’re worth something?”

✧ “Lemme tell you something. I’ve made way worse mistakes. You don’t see me quitting, do ya? You don’t need to be perfect. You just need to be real. And you already are.”

✧ He kept you grounded with humour too. If you got too in your head, he’d say something ridiculous like, “Alright, if you don’t start talking about yourself like you’re at least mildly impressive, I’m gonna list every dumb thing I’ve done until you’re too embarrassed to wallow.”

✧ He gave you nicknames based on your strengths. Called you “Hawk-eyes” after you spotted a Hollow nest no one else did. “See?” he said, grin widening. “Told you your instincts are better than mine.”

✧ Shinji didn’t let people talk down to you either. If someone undercut you in conversation, he’d casually step in with a, “Actually, that was their idea. Don’t take credit where it ain’t due.”

✧ He didn’t believe in fixing you. He believed in reminding you that you weren’t broken. “You’ve got cracks. Big deal. That’s where the good stuff leaks out.”

✧ The way he looked at you changed when you started believing him, even just a little. Like he saw the fog clearing. “There you go,” he said once, after you stood up for yourself. “That’s the version of you I see every day.”

✧ And when you relapsed into old thoughts, because it happened sometimes, he didn’t get annoyed. He just said, “You don’t have to climb the mountain every day. Some days, just standing on the path’s enough.”

✧ Shinji never expected you to love yourself overnight. He was just the constant voice that didn’t waver, didn’t falter, didn’t let you sink too deep. Because if you couldn’t see your worth yet, he’d lend you his eyes till you could.

Kyoraku Shunsui

✧ He had a lazy air about him, sure, but nothing slipped past him when it came to the people he cared about. The way your eyes dropped when someone complimented you, how you’d wave off any praise like it didn’t belong to you—it didn’t sit right with him.

✧ He’d lean over when he caught you doing it again and mutter with a smile, “You really gotta stop treating kindness like it’s a mistake. We say nice things ‘cause they’re true, sweetheart.”

✧ Whenever you tried to minimise your accomplishments, Shunsui didn’t argue. He’d just look at you over the brim of his hat and say, “You know, if you keep brushing off all the good things about you, I’m gonna start thinking you’re talking about someone else.”

✧ He wasn’t confrontational about it, but he was persistent. If you mumbled something self-deprecating, he’d tilt his head and go, “What was that? Didn’t quite catch that nonsense.” And then wink, as if daring you to repeat it. You never did.

✧ Shunsui made sure others didn’t speak over you. If someone tried, he’d casually raise a hand and say, “Hold on, I think what they were saying was far more interesting.” You never knew how to respond when he did that, but he’d just smile and go back to sipping his sake like it was nothing.

✧ You’d find him laying around in your space more often than not. He’d say, “You looked like you could use the company,” as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And it felt natural with him—unpressured, calm, like maybe you didn’t have to pretend to be someone stronger.

✧ “You ever think maybe the way you see yourself ain’t the way the rest of us do?” he asked once, when you were sitting in silence too long, face drawn. “’Cause from where I’m sitting, you’ve got more strength than you give yourself credit for.”

✧ He never made it a lecture. It was always wrapped in comfort, humour, and that soft drawl that made you listen even when you didn’t mean to. “I know how heavy that inner critic can get. I’ve got one too—drinks too much and never shuts up.”

✧ When you apologised too often, he gently waved you off with a lazy smile. “If you apologise one more time for existing, I’m gonna start charging you. You’re allowed to take up space, love.”

✧ Shunsui had this way of reframing your insecurities into something empowering. “So you’re quiet? Means you’re a thinker. You doubt yourself? Means you care enough to get it right.”

✧ He never pressured you to believe him right away. “Takes time to unlearn the bad voices,” he said once, handing you a drink. “Until then, I’ll just keep reminding you that mine’s one of the good ones.”

✧ When you admitted you didn’t see anything worthwhile in yourself, he didn’t respond right away. Just stared at you for a moment, a rare seriousness settling over him. Then he said softly, “You ever wonder why I spend so much time here? It’s not ‘cause I’m bored, you know.”

✧ He kept things light when you needed distraction. If you were spiralling, he’d casually throw his arm over your shoulder and say, “C’mon. Let’s go somewhere you can remember you’re human and not a list of faults.”

✧ But when things got heavy, he didn’t retreat. He sat with you through the storm. No false reassurances, just quiet presence, maybe a hand in yours. Maybe just silence. But always there.

✧ And when you started believing in yourself a little more, you’d find him smiling more too. “See?” he said once, when you held your head a little higher. “Told you. You’re more than enough.”

✧ He never made you feel like a project. He made you feel like a person worth sticking around for, even when you weren’t sure why.

Ukitake Jushiro

✧ He was kind in the way a quiet river is kind—constant, deep, never pushing too hard but always moving. He noticed your insecurities in the smallest things—the way you avoided photos, how you apologised for asking questions, the way you laughed when you were uncomfortable.

✧ He never interrupted you when you put yourself down. He’d wait till you were done, then say, “I think you’re being unfair to someone I care about.” Just soft enough to make it sting in the right way.

✧ Count on him to never be blunt, but he was honest. “You’re harder on yourself than anyone else could ever be,” he said once. “And if someone else said the things you say to yourself, I’d ask them to leave.”

✧ He’d take your hand during quiet moments and trace little circles over your knuckles while talking about absolutely anything—tea, missions, weather—until your breathing slowed. His way of anchoring you without making a fuss.

✧ When you doubted your value, he reminded you with facts. “You saved that squad last week. You’re here, still standing, when others might’ve fallen. That means something.”

✧ Jushiro never let you dismiss your contributions. “You made a difference. You always do. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t make it any less true.”

✧ If you tried to apologise for not being good enough, he’d cut in gently, “You don’t have to apologise for being human. You’re allowed to have moments. You’re allowed to need reassurance.”

✧ He kept a calm kind of confidence in you. “I believe in your strength,” he said simply one day, when you were doubting your worth. “Even when you can’t.”

✧ When you felt unworthy of his presence, he took your hand, placed it over his chest, and said, “This heart has stood through a thousand years of war. And it still feels lighter when you’re near.”

✧ Has a talent for making you feel safe even in your most vulnerable moments. He never rushed you out of them, just stayed.

✧ He encouraged you through action more than words. He let you lead small team assignments, made space for your decisions, and when things went well, he’d smile and say, “I knew you’d handle it. I trusted you to.”

✧ The day you broke down, whispering that you didn’t see anything worth holding onto in yourself, he held you like you were made of glass and said into your hair, “Then I’ll hold on for the both of us. Until you can.”

✧ He left you notes sometimes. Folded neatly. Just lines like: You did well today. I hope you see that too. Or Your presence makes the Seireitei a better place.

✧ He never told you to stop feeling what you felt. He just helped you carry it. “Let’s carry it together,” he said once, after a particularly rough week. “You shouldn’t have to bear all that weight alone.”

✧ He never allowed your pain to feel like an inconvenience. He made it feel like something sacred—something he wanted to understand, not fix or brush away.

✧ And when you began healing, he noticed. “There’s light in your eyes again,” he said quietly one evening. “I missed that.”

✧ Being with him didn’t make you suddenly love yourself. And it made it harder to hate yourself.

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what are you hc on how bleach men sleep with their s/o? you know like lf they like to have their space or if they headlock them☠️

A/N: Not the headlock option 🤣. But I do see a few of them doing that... the sleep fighters, that is. This was extremely chaotic ☠️

Cuddler — they love the idea for either of you wrapping your arms around each other to fall asleep. Either of your faces pressed into each other necks. The light, soft breathing coming from your lips, while they’re snoring. With both of you curled up against each other your slumber is one of the most peaceful sleeps.

— Shunsui, Jushiro, Byakuya (secretly), Starrk, Hisagi, Kira, Uryu, Jugram, Askin, Yhwach

Cuddle to roll away — at the start of the night the both of you are wrapped up in each other’s embrace but by the end of the night, you’ve both drifted apart. Throughout the night one of you will row back into the other’s arms, only to roll away again.

— Ichigo, Kisuke, Toshiro, Shinji, Renji, Bazz-B

Sleeps apart — from the start of your sleep to the end, you both lay on different ends of the bed. It’s not the either of you don’t like to cuddle, it’s just that you need space to roll around, so you don’t hit them, and they don’t need to be a victim of your moves.

— Byakuya, Ulquiorra, Ryuken, Aizen

Blanket Thief — you’ll go to sleep with the blanket wrapped heavenly around you and then wake up to the coldness biting your flesh in the middle of the night. When you look around for your blanket, wondering if it grew legs and ran away, you see them wrapped up, snuggling, in it. It’s impossible to yank it off them, so you just lay there in the cold.

— Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Gin, Kisuke, Renji, Ichigo

Sleep Talkers — they never stop once they start. They say the most ridiculous stuff ever. “Open the cupboard for the sugar to leave, help me find my sheep.” The hell. Sometimes you engage in the conversation with them just to hear them say more shit. Surprisingly, the conversation is actually good.

— Shunsui, Kisuke, Shinji, Bazz-B, Starrk, Askin, Gin, Uryu

— Zaraki, Ichigo, Bazz-B, Grimmjow

Sleep Fighters — look at this point, I’m sorry for you and I hope you survive the night with at least some sleep cuz you ain’t getting any. They require a warning. Unless you don’t mind sleeping on the floor when they kick you off. You’ll be catching their hands and feet all night, all over. At least take a few pointers from their moves, you might learn something.

Sleepwalkers — you’ll wake up to someone poking you, asking if you want some sugar in your tea while holding a powder bottle. When you look up, it’s them unconsciously walking about the house picking up items and rearranging them or sometimes, just sitting and staring off at God knows what. It quite alarming because you once woke up to them curled up and laughing on the staircase, holding a pot. What was the joke? I don’t even know.

— Askin, Shinji, Kisuke, Gin, Toshiro

Sleep laughers — so I know this one’s strange but lemme explain, sleep laughing does exist and sadly I’m proof, I used to do it. Like me, they’d wake up to themselves laughing from their slumber. We don’t even know what the hell the dream was about. It’s gone from our minds. Just know the dream was funny. It’s scary when you’re sleeping, and you hear laughing coming from next to you. The fuck? Not tonight satan.

— Shinji, Gin, Askin

Sleeping on top one another — the comfortable weight of either of your bodies resting on the other lulls you both to sleep gracefully. They enjoy this way of sleep with you. Arms sprawled out on either sides, legs encaged around theirs and they’re snoring lightly. The weight of either of you on each other’s chest seems to be just right. Pulling the sheets around you two, they’d wrap their arms and drift off to sleep.

— Starrk, Renji, Hisagi, Jugram, Zaraki, Shunsui, Hisagi

Sleeps straight on their back throughout the entire night and doesn’t move — are they dead? Are they crazy? Who the hell sleeps like that the entire night? They look so still. Are they moving? They’re not…breathing? Why aren’t they turning? You thought you were sleeping next to a dead the first time you woke up and turned to look at them. They were in the same spot and position you left them when you both fell asleep.

— Aizen, Ulquiorra, Ryuken, Yhwach, Jugram, Starrk, Toshiro

Heavy sleepers — the house could be burning, the earth could split open and sink the house, the dead could rise, or you could roll them off a cliff and they’d be fast asleep. There’s no hope left for you beside leaving them alone. They’ll wake up when they want to wake up.

— Starrk, Renji, Ichigo

Snorers — you’re doomed from start to end. Have earplugs on standby every night or sleep on the couch. You’re not gonna get sleep at all. They sound like a lawnmower. You can’t sleep through that. Sometimes you wonder if they’re mowing grass in their sleep.

— Shunsui, Zaraki, Grimmjow, Bazz-B

Sleeps in weird positions — you and I can’t comprehend half of the positions that they contort they bodies to sleep. Is that even comfortable? It doesn’t look so. Why is their head positioned like that? Do they want to break it? They’re also known to be able to sleep anywhere as well. Don’t be surprised if you wake up to them sleeping on their heads.

— Kisuke, Shinji, Grimmjow, Bazz-B

Doesn’t need sleep. Sleep is for the weak — this one is self-explanatory. Sleep? Who’s that? Don’t know them. Never heard of them. Don’t introduce me. I don’t need to go any further.

— Ulquiorra, Yhwach, Aizen

I don’t need sleep, I need answers — this one is also self-explanatory. They’re mostly the overthinkers who create and entire scenario or theory and because of this they can’t sleep, so they spend the whole night awake creating more scenarios and theories to answer their problems.

— Uryu, Byakuya, Kira, Kisuke, Aizen, Ryuken, Yhwach, Jugram, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow

If I can’t sleep, neither can you or I’ll wake the household — if they can’t sleep, it’s a you problem, seriously. You’re going to have to deal with their problem as well and no, they don’t take your negativity towards their problem lightly or as a response. We’re all in this together.

— Bazz-B, Shinji, Gin, Grimmjow, Kisuke

I can’t sleep, so I’ll drink to sleep — this is truly a quick and easy way to dreamland for them, the only problem is that they have to go through that drunk phase first—which clearly isn’t the best phase for them.

— Shunsui, Hisagi, Gin, Askin, Kira

Imagine bleach men trying to seduce shy reader and they end up flustering her, but they were able to successfully turn her on

A/N: What a prey and predator situation that they’re gonna eat up 🤭

It’s a game for them, and their favourite. Flirtatious words dripping effortlessly from their lips, laced with innuendo that leaves your breath hitching. Their smirks deepened when they noticed the way your fingers fidgeted, your gaze flickering away in shy desperation. Yet they were patient, brushing fingers along your wrist, tilting your chin just enough to force you to meet their gaze, ensuring you felt every ounce of their attention. By the time they were done, your body betrayed you, warmth pooling low in your belly as their smooth voices and lingering touches lit a fire in you.

— Shunsui, Gin, Shinji, Aizen, Kisuke, Askin

They’d complimented you in ways that felt intimate, and sincere, whispering about how stunning you looked when you blushed, how endearing it was when you grew flustered under their gaze. A stray touch to your hand, a light brush of fingers against your cheek—subtle gestures that sent shivers down your spine. Their approach was gentle as if allowing you to adjust to their affection. You could feel your heart hammering, the warmth of their lingering touch leaving you craving more.

— Jushiro, Byakuya, Kira, Starrk, Ryuken, Uryu

They won’t hesitate to close the distance, arms caging you in as they smirked down at you, eyes flickering with challenge. “You always get this shy when I’m this close?” Their teasing was bold, hands gripping your waist, fingers brushing exposed skin with deliberate intent. Every reaction from you, from the nervous dart of your eyes to the way you pressed your thighs together, only fed their hunger. By the time they were done, you weren’t just flustered—you were practically melting against them, your arousal unmistakable.

— Ichigo, Renji, Grimmjow, Jugram, Kenpachi, Bazz-B

They’ll watch your reactions, gauging every flicker of emotion in your eyes. A simple, softly spoken question—“Why do you look away?”—sent a rush of heat through you. Their touches were light, purposeful—fingers brushing along your wrist, a palm resting against your lower back, pulling you just close enough to feel the warmth radiating from them. You weren’t sure when your body started reacting, when your breathing became shallow, or when the tension between them became suffocating, but by the time they finally whispered your name, you were trembling with anticipation.

— Ulquiorra, Yhwach, Hisagi, Toshiro (Adult)

Okay, so since you did the squirting question, it's only fair I ask for those who would enjoy it if you creamed a lot.

So who would be ecstatic to learn that you tend to cream a lot? Just loving the sight (I know Kyoraku would definitely be there) ❣️

A/N: That man appreciates all the things you have to offer him. A hedonist. And we love him for that.

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — a hedonist at heart, Shunsui would groan in pleasure, spreading you open just to watch your slickness coat his fingers before sucking them clean. He’d whisper lazy praises about how perfect you are, murmuring about how he could stay between your thighs all day.

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 — he’d smirk, enjoying the way your creamy arousal betrays you. He’d stroke through your wetness with teasing slowness, murmuring something smug about how much you need him and how messy you’ve become just for him, before finally indulging fully.

𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 — a refined indulgence. He might act composed, but there’s something about a perfectly creaming pussy that utterly ruins him. Loves seeing how drenched you get just from his fingers, whispering soft yet filthy praise as he spreads you open. Would spend a ridiculous amount of time between your thighs just admiring the wetness before ever giving you his cock.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 — clenching around him, so wet that it drips down his length. Loves seeing you full and dripping, spreading your open just to watch how much you’ve creamed from his touch alone. Would bury his face in your folds and murmur sweet praises while making you gush on his tongue before making his cock look equally messy.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — enjoys watching the mess you make around his cock, and loves feeling how wet you get for him. Would purposefully take his time, making sure you’re creaming endlessly before he even starts fucking you properly. Runs his fingers through it, revelling in the way you react. He’d lose himself in the creamy slickness. He’d press his forehead against yours, breath hitching, eyes locked onto the way you drip for him.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — this man appreciates pleasure, and he’d find it downright addictive. He’d tease you relentlessly, dipping a finger into your cunt and bringing it to his lips, tasting it with a slow, exaggerated hum of approval, running his cock through your folds to cover him in your creamy goodness.

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 — wild and primal, Grimmjow would love seeing your pussy messy with arousal. He’d drag his tongue over you, groaning, making a complete mess of your slickness just to rile you up more. The sight alone would make his cock throb.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐤 — normally lazy and easygoing, but the moment he notices how creamy you’ve become, his eyes would darken. He’d run his fingers through your slick folds, testing just how wet you were before giving a slow, approving hum. He’d contemplate between eating you out first or getting you to make a greater mess all over his cock.

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — he definitely loves it, but he’d be so overwhelmed by how sexy you look that he’d struggle to find the words. He’d bite his lip, groan, and run his hands over your thighs, mesmerised, before burying himself in your mess and adding to it.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 — absolutely ravenous. He’s messy, impatient, and insatiable. Loves seeing you creaming for him. He’s hungry. The type to shove his cock right back at the moment he pulls out and sees you dripping. Loves seeing your body react so viscerally to him, knowing he’s the one making you this messy.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 — would act like it’s just a normal part of sex but definitely notices and enjoys it. He’d tease you about how worked up you are. Calling you a messy girl and how he’s here to clean you up (he makes more mess instead), smirking as he rubs the rip of his cock through your wetness.

𝐆𝐢𝐧 — loves the visual of a creaming pussy, the way it clings to him. Would constantly tease, dipping just the tip in and watching the way you leak before fully thrusting in. Enjoys feeling how slick you get, whispering wicked things as he lazily plays with you.

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — he just wants to feel and taste everything. Would shove his face between your thighs and stay there for as long as he damn well pleases, making sure you’re completely ruined before he even starts fucking you. The kind of man who wouldn’t stop until you’re drenched and trembling.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Hisagi, Ryuken, Uryu