#bleach x reader

[minneywoon]

🌿 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗢𝗻𝗲 (𝗜𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗼, 𝗨𝗿𝘆𝘂, 𝗦𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗶, 𝗥𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗶, 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗼, 𝗨𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲)

You sends a video message in the group chat. You're surrounded by massive leaves, wearing a hoodie that’s smudged with dirt, hair a bit frizzy, holding your phone up with innocent, wide eyes as you softly says:

“So um… I followed a bird...fat bird. I’m not sure. Anyway… I’m lost. In a jungle. Please help…?”

All six immediately lose their minds. In different ways.

𝗜𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶 -

His jaw drops mid-bite of his lunch

“You're what?! How?! I was literally JUST with you yesterday!”

He’s already running, flash-stepping, tripping over Renji on the way.

“Y/N, BABY—DON’T MOVE. I’m coming. Don’t pet anything that breathes!”

He crashes through bushes calling your name like a man possessed.

“I swear to GOD if a bug bites you I’m setting this whole jungle on fire!!”

𝗨𝗿𝘆𝘂 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗮 -

He adjusts his glasses with a visible tic of panic

“I warned you about chasing small animals in unfamiliar terrain. I even printed a map.”

Pulls out tracking equipment from a case labeled “Emergency Y/N Protocol”

“Ichigo, y/n said jungle. That’s a quadrant D situation. Move faster.”

He’s tracking your spiritual signature with high-tech precision, muttering:

“If you so much as gets a scratch, I will obliterate the entire local ecosystem.”

𝗦𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗶 𝗞𝘆ō𝗿𝗮𝗸𝘂 -

Shunsui blinks at the phone screen with a slow exhale

“A jungle, huh…? All because a butterfly had nice wings?”

He sets down his sake and puts on his full captain’s coat.

“Don’t worry, little dove. I’ll be your compass.”

Ten minutes later, he’s in the jungle with a straw hat tilted low, appearing beside you like a dream.

“Well now… this jungle’s lucky to have you in it. But let’s not wander off again, hmm?”

Y/N: grabbing his sleeve “I saw a bunny too…”

Shunsui: “Of course you did.”

𝗥𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗶 𝗔𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗶 -

“MY BABE FOLLOWED A WHAT?!”

He’s already halfway transformed into a frantic tornado of muscle and tattoos.

“Oi, Ichigo, Uryu, MOVE! Y/N could be stuck in quicksand or—eaten by a jungle cat!”

Y/N's voice on the phone: “I was gonna pet it…”

Renji: “YOU WERE GONNA DIE!”

He crashes through vines screaming your name like a war cry.

Y/N: “Renji!”

Renji: “I GOT YOU, BUNNY!”

Y/N: “Oh good. I almost climbed that giant mushroom.”

Renji: “DON’T LICK IT EITHER!”

𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗼 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗼 -

He perks up from his cave lair deep in Hueco Mundo jungle.

He hears “jungle” and is already packing.

“Finally, something I’m good at.”

He swings from vines Tarzan-style straight to you.

“You called the right guy, love. Welcome to nature.”

Y/N: “It smells like feet and wet leaves.”

Ashido: “That’s called musk. You’ll get used to it.”

He tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of sugar.

Ashido: “Don’t worry. I’ll carry you out. And THEN scold you.”

Y/N: “Rude. I was making friends with a talking squirrel.”

Ashido: “THAT’S NOT A SQUIRREL, BABY.”

𝗝ū𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿ō 𝗨𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲

He blinks gently at the phone, holding back a nervous smile

“Oh dear. That forest isn’t safe for anyone—let alone someone with your light…”

He summons seagulls. Yes, glowing birds. One lands gently on your shoulder.

Ukitake (through the bird): “Stay still, little moon. I’ll guide you back.”

Y/N: “You’re sending birds?”

Ukitake: “Nature listens to me. Just follow their song.”

She follows glowing birds until she finds Ukitake waiting, arms open.

Ukitake: “From now on, butterflies and bunnies come to you. Not the other way around, alright?”

💬 Group Chat: Renji: “We need to put a bell on her.” Ichigo: “I say leash.” Uryu: “I vote for a spiritual GPS collar.” Ashido: “Let her be free, you cowards!” Shunsui: “I just wanna know what kind of butterfly lured her into this madness.” Ukitake: “...She named it Sparkle.” Y/N: “And Sparkle abandoned me. 😔” Ichigo: “I’m gonna kill Sparkle.” Uryu: “Stand in line.” Ashido: “Not if I kiss her better first.” Everyone: “ASHIDOOOO!—”

part two with others???

[arabella0001]

today is bleach day part 2

prank gone wrong

⟡ characters: toshiro, renji, ichigo, ishida

scenario: you text them “come fuck me”

part 1: urahara, aizen, grimmjow, byajuya, shunsui

ichigo🎭

toshiro❄️

renji🐍

ishida 🏹

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Kyoraku Shunsui, Shuhei Hisagi, Urahara Kisuke, Hirako Shinji, Kurosaki Ichigo

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello, I love your writing so much this is my new comfort corner now which has been hard to find for a while. I saw you were taking requests and would like to ask one if it's not much trouble? Could you write headcanon's with some Bleach men and how they would take care of their s/o when they have a cold? (I'm sick so it's more comfort for me haha)Would love to see Shunsui, Hisagi, Urahara and Shinji. And add whoever else you'd like to write as well. Thank you, beautiful person! - @cactimorada

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: This was so cute. They’re so adorable when flustered and frantically taking care of us ☺️

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✦ Kyoraku Shunsui ✦

˚₊‧꒰ა He caught on before you ever did, eyeing the way you dragged your feet and blinked a little too slowly during paperwork. “Y’know, when a person starts looking like a ghost, it’s usually time they stopped playing pretend and went to bed.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Arguing was and is pointless, of course, muttering about duties and responsibilities, but he leaned in with a lazy smile and tapped your forehead with two fingers. “Captain’s orders. You’re burning up. Go lie down, I’ll handle things here.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Once you were in bed, he was annoyingly persistent about keeping you there, fluttering the shoji doors open every hour with a tray or some snide remark. “You better not be dead, or I’m drinking your sake stash in mourning.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He brought soup that tasted suspiciously better than expected—turns out he had enlisted Unohana’s kitchen staff and swore them to secrecy. “It’s a family recipe,” he claimed, sitting beside you with a smug grin, “just not my family.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Every time you coughed too hard or made that pitiful groan, he looked up from his spot on the floor or chair with a slight frown that didn’t suit him. “You alright, sweetheart? Need anything? Blanket? More tea? The soul of whoever got you sick?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t exactly hover, but his presence was constant, like a lazy cat that refused to leave your room. Sometimes he’d be napping in the corner with his hat over his face, one eye just slightly open in case you stirred.

˚₊‧꒰ა He definitely wasn’t above guilt-tripping you if you tried to leave bed early. “If you collapse in front of the other captains, it’ll make me look bad. Do it for my reputation, please.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Somehow, he managed to sneak a futon in next to yours under the excuse that you might ‘need immediate assistance in the night,’ and snored like a thunderstorm, at least you didn’t kick him out.

˚₊‧꒰ა The moment your fever broke and you started recovering, he acted offended. “What, already feeling better? I was just starting to enjoy the nurse role. You’re cruel, really.”

˚₊‧꒰ა As you improved, he started reading aloud to you in that smooth drawl of his—terribly boring political documents made ridiculous by the way he performed them like plays. “And thus, the Central 46, in their infinite wisdom, decided...that paperwork is love. Paperwork is life.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Anytime you got up to stretch your legs, he usually made a dramatic scene of wrapping you in a blanket like a burrito. “You’re not escaping that easily. I didn’t play Florence Nightingale just for you to run off and get sick again.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And when you thanked him afterwards, he waved it off with a smile. “You’d do the same for me, right? Although, I’d probably milk it more. I’m a terrible patient, you know.”

✦ Shuhei Hisagi ✦

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn't dramatic or loud about it. He just started acting. Put away your things, guided you gently by the elbow, handed you a cup of lukewarm water like he’d been preparing for this.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t much of a cook either, but he brought what he could—pre-packed rice porridge and miso soup from a nearby vendor. “It’s not gourmet, but it’s warm,” he said, holding it out with both hands.

˚₊‧꒰ა He sat beside the bed on a cushion, not too close, but never far enough to be out of reach. Silently reading and occasionally glancing your way. You’d pretended to sleep, but the fact that he was there made it easier to rest.

˚₊‧꒰ა Though his version of fussing was practical: refilling your water cup before it ran out, adjusting your blanket when it slipped off, making sure your pills or temperature sheet were where they should be.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Don’t push yourself,” he muttered when you tried to sit up for longer than five minutes. “Being strong doesn’t mean being foolish.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You caught him once with his head bowed, eyes shut, quietly muttering something like a prayer. He looked up and flushed. “I’m not dying, babe.” “I know. Just…hoping you bounce back soon. I don’t like seeing you like this.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When your fever spiked, he lost the calm for a moment—pacing at the door before finally fetching Isane, asking just enough questions to learn what you needed, then returning like he’d never left.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wiped sweat from your neck and shoulders with a cool cloth without comment. “You’re gonna be fine,” he’d mutter like it was a promise he was making to himself.

˚₊‧꒰ა At least when you started feeling better, he let out a sigh of relief so quiet you almost missed it. “You scared me,” he admitted, brushing a hand through his hair. “Not because you were sick…just because I didn’t know how bad it might get.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Teasing him about being overprotective was fun, and he’d give you a tired smile. “Yeah, well. I’ve seen enough people push themselves into an early grave. Not letting you be one of them.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You woke up once to find your uniform pressed and folded neatly on the table, and a note in neat handwriting: No getting up till I’m back. I mean it. –Shuhei

˚₊‧꒰ა He stayed longer than necessary every night, resting his head on his arms beside you when he was too tired to sit upright, muttering half-dreamed things like, “You always run yourself ragged, y’know that?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Even after you recovered, he still kept an eye on you for weeks. “Drink some water,” became a regular phrase. “Eat something,” followed close behind. You didn’t argue because you couldn’t when he was being all worried over you.

✦ Urahara Kisuke ✦

˚₊‧꒰ა Mr Inspector Gadget was already lurking the moment your sneeze echoed from the back room. “Achoo! My, my, that doesn’t sound good,” he drawled, peering over the sliding door. “Caught a bug, hmm? Or maybe the bug caught you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Before you could argue, he’d already flicked a thermometer into your mouth and dropped a damp cloth onto your forehead like a stage magician revealing a card. “Stay still. I need to take notes on your suffering.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You half-expected him to vanish into his underground lab and leave you alone, but instead he dragged a beanbag next to your futon and parked himself there like a cat staking territory.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I could whip up a serum, but it might give you antlers,” he said thoughtfully while swirling tea in a chipped mug. “Shall we play it safe with soup?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He let Jinta and Ururu handle the shop while he hovered nearby, bringing in concoctions that smelt like herbs and mischief.

˚₊‧꒰ა You coughed once and he nearly tripped over his own sandals rushing back in. “Too dramatic? Or do I get an award for fastest room re-entry?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t like seeing you miserable, though. Despite the jokes, his touch was careful when he adjusted your blankets, and his voice softened when he thought you were asleep. “It’s alright. You’ll be alright.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He refused to let you use a basic tissue box. Instead, he conjured some absurd medical tech that dispensed steam and mint with every pull. “It’s the Rolls Royce of tissues. Only the best.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Kisuke being Kisuke, he made a game out of things. Every time you took your medicine, he gave you a sticker. “Five more and you win a prize,” he’d cheer. “Possibly a nap with my hat. Possibly eternal glory.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Finally when the fever broke and you groaned from muscle aches, he sat down beside you and handed you a tin of ointment without a word. “I can rub it in, but you’ll owe me a foot massage when you’re better.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Occasionally he’d hold your hand to check your pulse, tapping the inside of your wrist with just the pad of his finger. “Hmm…mildly alive. Progress.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You overheard him scolding Tessai one night in the hallway—something about making sure the shop stayed quiet and not letting anyone bother you. “They got enough going on. Just…don’t let the kids yell near the room, alright?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He brewed weird teas in the middle of the night and brought them in with a grin. “This one might taste like regret. But it’s very healing.”

˚₊‧꒰ა As soon as you could sit up without wobbling, he handed you a board game and said, “Time to test your reflexes. If you lose to me while still sick, It won’t count. If you win, I’ll be impressed.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When you finally stood up and declared yourself healthy, he dramatically staggered back and clutched his chest. “You’re alive! And just in time. I was running out of teas and tragic metaphors.”

˚₊‧꒰ა But he lingered a little longer near you after that. Always watching with that easy smile, fanning himself lazily. “You’re not allowed to worry me like that again. Unless it’s for a good reason, like dramatic flair. Or to make me look heroic.”

✦ Hirako Shinji ✦

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re being weird. Like, quiet-weird. You dying or somethin’?” When you brushed him off, he rolled his eyes and slung an arm around your shoulder anyway, steering you straight into his quarters. “Alright, you’re done pretending. Bed. Now. Don’t make me carry you—though I will, and I’ll make it weird.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t exactly gentle, but he knew what he was doing. He dumped you in bed, tossed a blanket over you, and returned minutes later with a bowl of hot food and a bottle of something vaguely medicinal. “Eat. Or at least pretend you’re eating so I don’t have to argue with you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Shinji had this odd mix of mothering and relentless bullying. “Aww, poor baby can’t walk five steps without coughing? Must be serious. What’s next, you want me to spoon-feed you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He was beside you the entire time with his legs up on the bed like he owned the place, flipping through a magazine while tossing out casual observations like, “You look like shit,” followed by, “You’re still cute though. In a tragic, plague-ridden way.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t above bribing you to take your medicine and flicking your forehead if you tried to bite him in retaliation. “Drink it and I’ll let you wear my sunglasses for ten minutes. Refuse and I’ll tell Hiyori you called her soft.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When you were half-asleep, he’d get weirdly quiet. Sitting there, tapping a finger on the bedframe, then eventually muttering, “Don’t push yourself so hard, alright? No point in acting tough when no one’s watching.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The teasing picked up again the second you stirred. “You snore when you’ve got a blocked nose, y’know. Real loud. Like a hollow and a goat had a baby.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t know how to cook properly, so at some point he just started stealing food from Lisa’s stash. “Don’t tell her. She’ll kill me. But you need real nutrients and I’m not feeding you whatever that grey stuff Kensei makes.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When your fever broke, he appeared in the doorway with confetti and a tiny party popper. “Congratulations, you survived. I’ll now resume treating you like a person and not a damp towel.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Don’t ever try walking, he was on you immediately. “Oi, sit back down. Just ‘cause you’re not dying anymore doesn’t mean you’ve got a licence to be stupid.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When you were finally well enough to leave his care, he pretended to cry into a handkerchief. “My precious sick goblin is all grown up. Get outta here before I start writing poetry about your recovery.”

✦ Kurosaki Ichigo ✦

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t good at the soft stuff, but he had zero chill once he decided you needed rest. “No arguments. Bed. I’ll get—uh…I’ll figure it out. Just—bed!”

˚₊‧꒰ა The food situation was...interesting. He tried cooking and nearly started a fire. Eventually, he gave up and bought porridge from Orihime. “She said it’s good for sick people. Don’t ask me what’s in it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Paced more than he sat. Every time you shifted, sneezed, or coughed, he was up like a soldier, rushing to adjust the blanket or shove a glass of water into your hands. “Here. Just drink it, okay? Even if it tastes gross.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d try to act casual and cool, standing by the door with his arms crossed like a guard, but then you’d groan and he’d be at your side in two seconds, looking like he wanted to fight the virus personally.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I hate this. Not being able to fix it. I’m used to punching stuff till it goes away,” he muttered once, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched you sleep.

˚₊‧꒰ა When your fever got high, he panicked. Fumbled the thermometer, knocked over a chair, almost sprinted out to get Urahara before you stopped him. “Okay, okay, I’m staying! Just don’t scare me like that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He eventually figured out a rhythm—sat beside you quietly, played some stupid videos on his phone (muted, but with captions), and occasionally offered you sweets like you were a kid. “I know you can’t taste anything, but still. Sugar’s comforting, right?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He doesn’t say much, but it was all in the way he stuck around, offered his hoodie, rubbed your back when you coughed until your ribs hurt. “You don’t have to thank me. Just get better, yeah?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He tends to fall asleep on the floor often, sitting upright against the wall with his chin on his chest and his hand still loosely wrapped around your wrist. Didn’t even realise till you nudged him awake.

˚₊‧꒰ა Getting your energy back was also a mother-hen moment. He was HOVERING like he expected you to suddenly relapse or collapse. His hands were never quite touching, but always hovering near your arms, ready to catch you.

˚₊‧꒰ა At least he never made a big deal of it afterwards, but you noticed the extra snacks in your cupboard, the new kettle in your kitchen, the way he still asked “Feeling alright?” every day for a week like he couldn’t let it go.

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[kenpachissluut]

Bleach Men when they make your shy self squirt ༯

this was an request, so here ya go hope you'll enjoy ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

warnings: smut content - rough sex, slight humiliation, fingering, spit, explicit content & language, 18+mdni

Kenpachi, Aizen, Grimmjow, Ichigo ༯

They made you squirt while mercilessly & roughly pounding your poor cunt in a mean matting press, almost on the verge on passing out. Hitting your most sensitive spot, until out of sudden your juices gushed all over their big cock. Seeing your shy flustered state, hiding yourself under the pillow spurs them on even more. Letting out an low rough turned on growl, eyes darkening as they fuck you even harder & deeper while gripping your chin forcing to look at them.

„Come on Baby, don’t be ashamed. Show me how good my cock makes your pussy feel and squirt on me again.“

Urahara, Shinji, Shunsui, Ukitake ༯

Making you bounce up and down on their hard slick length while they guide your movements, rocking your hips back and forth on them. Suddenly thrusting their cock deep up into your pussy while circling your clit, your release spraying all over their abdomen and dick. A smug grin plastered on their panting face as they lick their fingers clean. You hide your face in embarrassment in your hands whining, while they gently stroke your thighs in a comforting manner.

„Now that was amazing princess. How about you ride my face now to let me get a taste, will ya?“

Byakuya, Ryuken, Jugram, Coyote ༯

Thrusting slow but sensually deep into your cunt in the missionary position while holding intense eye contact with you. Feeling your pussy clenching around them, signaling that you are about to cum. They didn’t expected your orgasm to be so intense, that your release even hit their thighs and coated their cock in your slick juices. Quick raise of an eyebrow and a cocky smile flashing their face, looking down at your reddened cheeks.

„Who knew that my pretty girl could do that? But not gonna lie, why won’t you do it again?“

Mayuri, Nnoitra, Szayel ༯

Fingering your wet aching pussy with their slender fingers, tongue teasing your sensitive clit. A sudden wave of ecstasy hits you as they curled their digits inside of you and spat onto your pussy. Just to make you shoot your release all over their face, coating them with your sticky cum. Bashfully looking up at your embarrassed excused face and letting out a low chuckle, while patting your puffy cunt in a mocking way.

„My my… did my fingers make you feel this good doll? Why don’t we try if you could do this again while i fuck you?“

Kenpachissluut writes ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[hy0rii]

WHY ARE THERE BARELY ANY BLEACH SMUT FICS??? what if i want to goon on tumblr instead of ao3?😔😔 i don’t want smut fics with ichigo either. where’s kenpachi?? urahara?? shunsui??? YHWACH???😔😔😔a women just wants to goon sometime…

[hayashiyon]

may 29th' birthday boy!

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ BENEATH THE ILLUSION

—————————————————————————

you found him in his private chamber, surrounded by silence as vast and cold as the desert beyond the palace walls. the candles cast flickering gold over smooth white walls and darker silk sheets.

aizen sat at the edge of the bed, eyes closed, hair loose, posture deceptively relaxed. but you knew him, he was never truly at rest.

“ still pretending you don’t want the night to mean anything?” you asked softly, stepping inside. his eyes opened, gaze settling on you like a blade sheathed in silk.

“ this night is no different than any other.” you closed the door behind you, letting your robe slide slowly from your shoulders.

“ then why are you waiting for me?” his silence was an answer. he watched as you walked to him bare, unashamed, eyes fixed on his like you were the one in power. but you both knew better.

he rose to his feet, towering over you, one hand coming up to brush your cheek. “ so bold.” he murmured, voice like the edge of a storm.

“ you forget who you’re touching.”

“ i remember..” you whispered, standing on your toes to press your lips near his ear.

“ i just don’t fear it. his hand slid down your back with reverent precision.

“ you should.”

“ but you like that i don’t.”

aizen didn’t kiss you right away. he studied you, as if trying to memorize the way your defiance always softened into devotion just for him. then, slowly, his lips met yours firm, deliberate, possessive.

the kiss deepened until your knees weakened and his arm swept you into his chest.

“ tonight.” he said against your mouth.

“ you’re not here to worship.” you blinked up at him, breathless.

“ no?”

“ no.” his fingers trailed down your spine, tracing the curves of your body like he already knew the map.

“ you’re here because i’ve allowed myself this indulgence, for one night. and i want to be undone by your hands.” his control never slipped, not really. even when he laid you down beneath him, even when your back arched and your breath hitched, he guided every motion like a conductor with the world at his fingertips.

you saw it in his half-lidded gaze, the way his voice dropped when he groaned your name he wasn’t untouchable anymore.

not with you. his chest brushing against yours as he hovered above you. you cradled his face in your hands. “ because i know who you are under the illusions.”

“ and if i asked you to stay after tonight?” he asked quietly, voice rare and uncertain.

“ you never needed to ask.” you smiled, brushing your lips against his again.

𖣂 KANYREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - ayy it’s his birthday. me and him are both geminis!

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[shujichii]

your husband had a very convenient advantage over you.

and that would be picking you up— whenever and wherever.

falling asleep anywhere other than your bed was never an issue, not with him around. because rest assured— your very strong, very responsible and very devoted husband, has made it his mission to pick up his beloved wife and deliver her to safety and comfort.

you fell asleep on the couch while reading a book or watching a movie? no problem, he had already anticipated it. cue him carefully picking you up bridal style, grip firm but gentle, your head comfortably cradled against his chest. then, he'd start walking to your shared bedroom with slow steps— but not before staring at your sleeping face for a moment with a painfully tender gaze and pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. everytime you woke up, you would find yourself neatly tucked in bed with him holding you close to him or simply gazing at you in quiet awe, like you were the very embodiment of beauty itself. (to him, you were, even if you disagreed.)

now, that's not the only place where his strength came to use. whenever you decide to act stubborn and bratty, you'd best be prepared for a pair of large, steady and warm hands to suddenly settle themselves on your waist, hoisting you up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. he'd go on about his day just like that as if he didn't have a living, breathing, adult-sized human creating a fuss over his shoulder. he'll only put you down when he feels like it. or maybe if you manage to bribe him with some affection… (spoiler; it always works.)

another time would be when you're feeling particularly lazy to get up from bed in the morning. you don't want to get up? that's fine too, he'll let you latch onto him like a koala— your arms lazily looped around his neck, legs around his waist, and his hand keeping you steady while he casually takes a sip of his coffee with the other. that's his life now. happy wife, happy life.

however, there was also a time when he had you questioning your entire existence. you were standing in front of a drawer, very much distracted by an item in your hands. it just so happened that your husband needed to get something from the said drawer. his solution? extraordinary. lift you off the ground by your waist, relocate you to the side, get his drawer business done and casually go on and about with his day. you only processed this a minute later and he had no idea why you kept on staring at him like he had personally rewritten the laws of the universe itself.

long story short, he loved picking you up— even during times when it was unnecessary. why? because he simply could. and also because it was the perfect excuse to have you in his arms yet again.

♡ nanami kento, kamo choso, ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji (jjk), sylus, zayne, xavier, caleb (lads), wriothesley, alhaitham, neuvillette, diluc, itto, kaeya, childe, zhongli (genshin), rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei (kny), ukitake jushiro, kuchiki byakuya, kyoraku shunsui, kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, abarai renji, hitsugaya toshiro, jugram haschwalth (bleach), your favorite.

[imauthicktic]

I’m in the works of stuff but need motivation 🤪 might post some of my incorrect quotes too

[sluttsumu]

☆ — breeding you

“ohmyfuckingod” you whine.

it’s been hours of him relentlessly pounding you, flipping you from position to position. but you love it, and he does too. watching you love drunk on his cock with hearts in your pupils, it’s adorable.

it’s a cute sight really, your ankles next to his ears while your knees hover over the sheets.

“gonna fill you up,” thrust. “wanna be a mommy?” thrust. “have my babies?” thrust. it was painfully delicious, the way he kissed your cervix so desperate to come inside of you, listening to the way you chant his name over and over.

“want it—! please.” he loves to hear you beg for it, seeing your eyes fixated on his length pumping in and out of you. it’s not long before his moans stutter and thrusts dwindle and he’s spilling a thick load into your pretty pussy, breeding you to your fullest.

“always such a good girl for me.”

☆ — atsumu, bokuto, ichigo, renji, shidou, nagi, geto, choso

sluttsumu 2023

[kenpachissluut]

So me and my Boyfriend played a dream blunt rotation round game sort of 😂

My picks were:

Kenpachi, Urahara, Yourichi, Shinji & Kyoraku

His picks were:

Kyoraku, Toshiro (lol), Senbonzakura, Chad, Orihime and Ishibe 😂

What would be yours? 🥰

[hy0rii]

soaked & split

pairing: shunsui kyoraku x f!reader x jushiro ukitake

cw: public sex, face sitting, oral sex, cunnilingus, breast play, slight voyerism, servicing both partners(still reader-centric), cum swallowing, grinding. 

word count:~2.8k

m.list⋆𐙚₊ mbaab series

The chaos in the Seireitei had finally quieted, leaving just enough room for peace and indulgence.

Shunsui had been the one to suggest the onsen getaway, of course. You should’ve known better the moment he said he knew a place. A private onsen is conveniently attached to the suite. Very convenient. Suspiciously convenient.

“You sure this place doesn’t come with a hidden fee for indecency, Captain Perv?” you’d teased, raising a brow.

“I’m wounded,” Shunsui had smiled, all faux hurt and a roguish grin. “I only pick the finest places for our most sinful intentions.”

“And he’s proud of it,” Jushiro added gently, eyes warm and amused.

Yes, Shunsui was a pervert. But so were you. And so was Jushiro, when the mood struck him.

And tonight? The mood had most definitely struck.

The onsen itself was beautiful. Large enough for five, carved from smooth stone and nestled outdoors beneath the stars. Lanterns cast golden halos in the mist, steam curling around your bare skin as you eased into the heat between them.

Steam curled around your bare skin, and you sat nestled between the two of them, the heat doing little to distract you from the way their bodies brushed against yours—Shunsui’s broad chest and heavy thighs on one side, Jushiro’s lean strength and elegant frame on the other.

They were opposites in so many ways—sun and moon, fire and snow—but both of them unraveled you the same. Even their cocks were different: Shunsui’s thick and heavy, made to stretch; Jushiro’s long, curved just enough to hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Heaven came in two flavors, and both were yours.

But the heat had started even before the water.

Jushiro had insisted on helping you clean up first—such a gentleman. Always the courteous one, always careful with his touch. At first.

He guided you into the bathhouse’s marble-tiled washing area, steam curling around your skin as warm water cascaded from the spout. He knelt beside you with practiced ease, his long, pale fingers dipping into the dish of soap, working it into a rich, fragrant lather between his palms. You expected the usual—rushed rinsing, quick scrubbing—but Jushirowas never rushed.

His hands found your shoulders first, thumbs digging gently into the knots beneath your skin, working in slow, rhythmic circles. He started to hum—a low, soft tune you couldn’t quite place—calm and unassuming, like this wasn’t anything more than a simple cleansing.

But then his hands slid lower.

Over your back, gliding with reverence down the ridge of your spine, his touch no longer just cleansing but exploring. The warm lather dripped down your sides, and he chased it with his fingers, his thumbs slipping along your waist, teasing the dip of your hips as if memorizing the curves he’d traced so many times in his mind.

You shivered when he reached the backs of your thighs, his hands large and warm, gliding down, then up again—his thumbs kneading into the softness just beneath your ass.

Still, he didn’t move further. Not yet.

“Jushiro…” you breathed, voice catching as you shifted your weight, squirming under the intensity of his touch. Your thighs tensed instinctively, your skin slick not only with water and soap, but with the slow-burning ache of anticipation.

His voice was velvet. “Hm?”

That single, maddening hum of false innocence.

His fingers trailed back up, over your hipbones this time, brushing the edge of your mound, just shy of your aching core. He never touched where you needed him. Not yet. Just glided so close that it made your breath hitch and your knees wobble.

“Just making sure you’re thoroughly cleaned,” he whispered, leaning close enough that you felt the warmth of his breath against the nape of your neck.

Then he kissed your shoulder, soft and lingering. Too tender for how hard your pulse thudded beneath your skin.

Meanwhile, Shunsui watched from across the room as he leisurely scrubbed himself, clearly amused and no less aroused—his cock already hard, thick against his thigh, as he watched you come undone from simple touches.

Now, in the bath, it only escalated.

Shunsui pulled you into his lap first, burying his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Mmm… You smell like sin and summer wine,” he murmured, voice thick with want.

“That’s just your own perversion talking,” you managed, though your voice broke as his cock slid between your folds, thick and hot and perfectly placed. He didn’t thrust. He just made you move—rolling your hips against him slowly, the head catching your clit again and again.

“Shunsui—” you whimpered, your voice a whisper of need.

“Louder,” he chuckled, fingers digging into your hips. “But not too loud, sweetheart. This place may be private, but even I can’t sweet-talk my way out of a noise complaint.”

You let out a broken moan anyway, body twitching when he pulled you down harder, your slickness coating his length. It felt obscene, how wet you were—how easily you slid against him. Your clit throbbed each time the head of his cock dragged over it, your thighs trembling from the teasing grind.

And then Jushiro’s hand was on your face, tender, guiding. He kissed you, slow and deep, swallowing your moans. His lips were soft but commanding, his tongue slipping past your own before he pulled away just enough to let a string of spit fall into your mouth. You swallowed greedily, and his eyes darkened with approval.

“So perfect,” he murmured, voice gone ragged.

Then his hands dipped lower, cupping your breasts in the water, thumbs teasing your nipples until they peaked under his touch. You whimpered as your body rocked forward with the motion, your breasts bouncing just enough to catch his attention.

Shunsui shifted again, guiding your hips as he leaned you forward, bent just enough so your breasts pressed flush to Jushiro’s stomach. 

Jushiro moved, guiding his cock between your tits and looked up with a gentle smile, eyes dark with lust. “Hold them for me, sweetheart.”

You obeyed, pressing your breasts together around him as he began to thrust, the head of his cock brushing your chin, then your lips, each time it slid forward. You licked him in slow, teasing swirls, your tongue tracing the ridge of his head until he groaned and threaded his fingers through your damp hair.

“Such a pretty little mouth,” he whispered, pushing the tip between your lips.

You sucked him deep, your tongue lapping at the sensitive underside, moaning as you hollowed your cheeks. Behind you, Shunsui groaned, rocking your hips harder, dragging your dripping slit along the length of his cock.

“She was made for this,” he said lowly, biting your shoulder. “Heaven’s favorite sin.”

Your body ached—caught between Jushiro’s cock on your tongue and Shunsui’s thick dick grinding against your soaked core. The steam clung to your skin, turning every brush of their bodies electric.

And then you snapped.

Your orgasm hit fast, a hot wave of pleasure crashing through you as you moaned around Jushiro’s cock, thighs shaking. He wasn’t far behind. His grip in your hair tightened as he pushed just a bit deeper, groaning as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation, humming softly as his cum slid down your throat.

You barely had a chance to catch your breath before Shunsui shifted, lying back along the stone edge.

“Come sit on my face, sweetheart,” Shunsui drawled from beneath you.

You blinked, hovering above him on shaky thighs. “Huh? What if I squish you?”

He only laughed—deep and indulgent—eyes half-lidded and hungry as he reached for your waist. “Then what a way to go,” he murmured, voice low and rough with heat.  

He tugged you down gently but insistently, guiding you over his face until your knees braced on either side of his broad shoulders. The second you lowered onto him, his tongue was already there—hot, wet, eager—lapping at your folds like he couldn’t bear to waste a single drop of your arousal.

He groaned into your cunt, the vibrations sparking straight through your core. His lips latched onto your clit, sucking with decadent pressure before he drew back just to run his tongue in slow, teasing stripes through your slick. His hands gripped your thighs possessively, holding you in place even as your body trembled above him.

And then you felt it—movement behind you.

Jushiro. Silent, steady, and with reverence carved into every line of his face, he knelt at Shunsui’s side, watching the way your hips rocked helplessly against his oldest friend’s mouth.

He leaned in without a word, eyes dark and unreadable.

Then he lifted Shunsui’s thighs, palms sliding underneath with gentle strength, and bent forward. His lips brushed against the flushed tip of Shunsui’s cock, which was already dripping precome, neglected but aching.

“You’re perfect like this,” Jushiro murmured, pausing only to let the words ghost over Shunsui’s skin before wrapping his lips around him again. “But she’s not the only one who deserves a taste tonight, right?”

Shunsui’s hips bucked reflexively into Jushiro’s mouth, his groan muffled against your pussy. You cried out, the sensation of his moan reverberating through your clit, heat flooding your body like fire catching dry kindling.

The sight alone would’ve undone you.

Below you, Shunsui devoured you with maddening hunger, every swipe of his tongue drawing you closer to the edge. And just inches below, Jushiro worshipped his cock with slow, devastating precision—sucking him deep, one hand wrapped around the base, the other gently massaging his thigh, coaxing moans from his lover’s throat that echoed into you.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Shunsui groaned, voice thick and slurred as he tugged your hips into a slow, grinding rhythm against his face. His eyes fluttered shut, head falling back for just a moment before he forced himself to look again—eyes glassy, mouth wet, cock buried in Jushiro’s throat.

“You’re so good to me… f-fuck— And look at her. She loves it. Don’t you, baby? Watching us like this?” he rasped.

You whimpered—eyes locked on the scene below, stomach twisting with arousal so intense it nearly hurt. The sheer filth of it made your knees shake—Jushiro’s lips stretched wide around Shunsui’s cock, cheeks hollowing with every slow suck, tongue pressing insistently against the underside.

“She’s dripping,” Jushiro murmured, pulling off with a wet pop to speak, voice a little hoarse, his hand stroking Shunsui lazily. “So sensitive… So pretty when she falls apart like this.”

Shunsui panted, returning his full attention to you—tongue circling your clit with renewed focus, alternating pressure and pace, drawing every trembling sigh from your lips like a man playing a sacred instrument.

Your moans turned desperate, body arching as heat surged through your belly, tight and coiling, threatening to snap. And when Jushiro swallowed Shunsui down again, sucking him deep just as Shunsui flattened his tongue against your clit, your orgasm tore through you like a thunderclap. 

The steam, the heat, the wet slap of skin on skin, the filthy, slick sounds of mouths working, gasps shared, moans caught between lips—it built like pressure in a kettle, rising higher and higher until your muscles quaked with it.

You grabbed for something—anything—hands tangling in Shunsui’s thick hair as you ground down against his face, rutting in shameless need. “hgnh, I’m—” you choked, the words half-lost in your next moan. “I’m gonna come again—”

Shunsui groaned into you, lapping at you like he didn’t want to waste a drop. And Jushiro, beneath it all, just closed his eyes and moaned—cock still deep in his throat, face flushed, content to drink in every bit of Shunsui’s pleasure, even as yours spilled freely above them both.

But they weren’t finished.

They moved you with reverent care, water rivulets cascading over your skin as their hands cradled you between them. Shunsui’s eyes met yours as they guided you back into the warm embrace of the bath, this time facing him, your knees loosely bracketing his hips.

Jushiro came up behind you, his body pressed to yours, heat radiating off his skin. You felt the smooth brush of his cock against your ass, and then the press of his hands on your waist—gentle but grounding, holding you like you were something precious.

“Relax for me. Let me in… that’s it… just like that,” he whispered into your ear, voice low and steady as his lips brushed your lobe. He nipped it softly, a teasing edge to his sweetness as he slowly pushed inside you.

You gasped, your head falling back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he filled you inch by inch. He was long—achingly deep, hitting that spot inside you with devastating precision. His breath was hot against your neck, and his hands were firm, keeping you open for him, guiding you through the stretch.

And then Shunsui shifted beneath you, guiding his cock to your already stretched entrance, his hands spreading you wider.

“Ready, baby?” he asked, voice wrecked already with how wrecked you looked.

You nodded, barely able to speak, but the need in your eyes said it all.

He pushed in carefully—wider, thicker, a new burn blooming under the pleasure. Your body clenched tight around them both, struggling to accommodate the sensation of being completely, devastatingly full.

“F–fuck,” Shunsui growled, teeth clenched as he sank in beside Jūshirō. “You’re squeezing so tight—like you were made for this.”

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Just feel—the weight of them, the way their cocks pressed and rubbed against each other inside you, against every nerve ending until you were gasping, lips parted in helpless cries.

They began to move—Jushiro’s thrusts slow and deep, hips rocking forward with fluid control, while Shunsui matched him from below, grinding into that sweet, sensitive spot inside you with every careful stroke. The rhythm built with aching intensity, their movements timed so perfectly it was like they’d done this a hundred times before, like they knew your body already, inside and out.

Your nails dug into Shunsui’s chest, desperate for something to hold onto as pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly. Jushiro’s mouth was on your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he started sucking, leaving bruises like blooming flowers across your throat.

Shunsui leaned forward too, kissing your breasts, tongue circling your nipple before he bit down gently, making you keen.

You were going to break.

“Ju— ‘sui—hah—” you moaned, voice ragged with need. Your head lolled back, mouth falling open in a ragged moan. It was too much.

Jushiro thrust deeper, his voice rough and low in your ear. “Tell us what you need. We’ll give you everything.”

Shunsui bit your neck, grinning against your pulse. “That’s right, baby… take both of us. Let us ruin you together.”

Jushiro’s voice trembled with restraint as he rocked into you again, deep and slow. “So warm… so tight. I don’t think I’ll last long like this.”

“Then let’s make her come first,” Shunsui rasped, licking a stripe up your throat before whispering. “Let’s hear her scream our names.”

Jushiro brought a hand down to your belly, pressing gently to feel the outline of his cock inside you, buried deep. “She’s close… I can feel it. Come for us, sweetheart. Let go.”

They were everywhere—inside you, around you, devouring you. Their cocks rubbed against each other with every thrust, the pressure mounting until it was impossible to hold on any longer.

Their voices overlapped—raw, hungry, desperate: “Come for us.”

And then it hit you—your third orgasm crashing through you, so sharp and overwhelming it tore a scream from your throat. Your body arched between theirs, pussy clenching frantically around them both as you came, pleasure rippling through you in hard, pulsing waves.

Shunsui cursed under his breath, rhythm falling apart as your tight, wet heat squeezed him to the brink. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart,” he groaned, hips snapping up as he came with a shuddering gasp—thick ropes of cum spilling inside you, warmth spreading as he buried himself deep.

Jushiro followed with a deep, broken moan, face buried in your neck as he spilled inside you too, his grip on your waist trembling with the force of it.

You collapsed between them—wrecked, bliss-drunk, and utterly full, your body trembling, water sloshing gently around your skin as it tried to cool the heat still radiating from within.

Their hands remained on you, soothing now. Shunsui’s fingers stroking up your spine. Jushiro’s lips brushing your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

And between them, you could only melt, boneless and adored, carried in the calm after the storm.

And for the first time in ages, the Seireitei was quiet.

But you weren’t.

Not when heaven tasted like heat, and sin wore the faces of two captains.

author's note: just because jushiro is sick, doesn’t mean he's not a freak. also lmk if there is something i can improve on, smut is something im still experimenting with. alsoooo, suggestions for pairings are open!

[crabtrap19]

LADIES HELP A SISTER IN NEED🙏🙏

any good recommendations?

[deathc-re]

your bf who can't control his boner while he watches you work out at the gym. he sees your ponytail swinging on the treadmill and remembers how he was pulling on it just before y'all left.

he sees how your ass clenches while you do your squats and remembers how he loves to grip that flesh, to slap it.

he sees you sitting on a bench, catching your breath, chest heaving and sweat dripping from your forehead. and he remembers that your chest heaves the same way and you sweat the same way after y'all have been going at it for hours but can't seem to get enough of each other.

he fucked you as soon you guys got home after that. after gym musk be damned. all he wanted as to feel you. (yall agreed to go to the gym at separate times after this incident)

yuuji, gojo, bakugo, denki, ichigo, kenpachi, renji, zoro, sanji, kidd, bokuto, daichi + whoever else you'd like

[shujichii]

your husband who loved calling you his wife— even outside of moments of necessity.

and the most fascinating part? he wasn't even aware of the fact how often he did it. he knew he did say it, but he wasn't aware of the fact how often he did. those two words, simple yet undeniably laced together with love and reverence, often tumbled out of his mouth before his brain could catch up.

"my wife would like these flowers," he had said to the wholesome elderly florist when he was about to buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers before returning home to you, his wallet— which had a small polaroid of you in it, by the way— already in hand.

"my wife did mention this the other day, now that i think about it." he had said to his friend who was rambling about the latest trending internet gossip.

"for my wife. i trust there isn't an issue?" he had simply said to the cashier upon noticing the way they lifted an eyebrow at the grocery basket filled to the brim with your favorite snacks, to which they gave a solemn, approving nod at his answer. good husband.

"my wife went out to run an errand, but she'll be back soon." he had even said to your best friend when they came to visit you, to which they replied with a very teasing smirk; "you could just say her name, y'know."

"my wife shouldn't pay when I'm around," he had said when you were about to pay for something, holding out his card before you could pull out yours.

"a reservation for my wife and i, please."

"sorry, my wife is waiting for me. i must take my leave now."

"yes, that's my wife— i'm quite proud of her."

"I can take it from here, sweetheart. can't have my beautiful wife overworking herself now, can i?"

and the list went on.

and yet, you didn't mind it. not at all— you had no reason to. your heart always did that funny little flip whenever he'd call you his wife the way he did, the corner of your lips never failing to curl into a smile. he would always say it so naturally— so genuinely, like those words were etched onto his soul for your very existence alone. and you certainly didn't miss the way his tone would sound a touch softer everytime he referred to you, like you needed to be spoken of with the utmost care and gentleness.

so, one day, you decided it was about time you struck.

"you call me that a lot."

his hands— which were reaching for the kitchen towel to dry his hands with after washing the dishes, yes, the dishes because chores are shared in this household— paused midway. he turned his head to look at you, where you had been perched on the counter, your legs swaying ever so slightly.

"call you what?" he inquired with a small tilt of his head, reaching for the towel at last and patting his hands dry.

"you know, your wife."

he immediately caught onto the teasing glint in your eyes, yet; it was unmistakably edged with a hint of affection.

for a moment, he just stood there wordlessly, blinking once, then twice, his brain taking its sweet, sweet time to allow your words to sink in. you, on the other hand, were practically straining your eyes to catch on any shifts in his expression or posture.

and then, you caught it; the faint reddening of the tips of his ears. he subtly cleared his throat, and your smile stretched into a grin.

alas, that dazzling curve of your lips disappeared as soon as it appeared when the man suddenly approached you in a swift few strides, standing between your legs and pressing his palms on either side of the counter which you sat on to cage you in.

you blinked.

"i do, yes."

he didn't even try to deny it. well, he didn't have a reason to. you were his wife, after all. where was the lie in that? and of course, he was absolutely proud of it.

then, he leaned in slightly, his tone lowering. "unless you prefer i stop calling you that?"

oh, now he was the one with that mischievous little twinkle in his eyes. inwardly, you faltered at the sudden boldness of his actions, your fingertips twitching against the surface of the counter. but outwardly? two can play the game.

then, with a deceptively sweet smile, you tilted your head, shot your hand forward and yanked on the collar of his shirt with force— his body jerking towards you.

"not at all," you smirked, inching closer. "i can't say i mind when my sweet husband calls me that."

his confidence faltered for a moment. you were about to internally celebrate your small victory until one of his hands slid up from the counter, now resting on your hips, his fingertips lightly pressing into your skin.

".. let's hear that again."

let's just say, ever since that faithful encounter, "my husband" had also started slipping out.

and every time? it got to him. oh, it definitely did.

(not my second fluff also taking place in the kitchen lol. i promise it's gonna be different next time.)

♡ nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro megumi (jjk), zayne, sylus (lads), wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, diluc, ayato (genshin), jiyan, xiangli yao (wuwa), jugram haschwalth (self indulgence because i love him.), kuchiki byakuya, ishida uryuu, ishida ryuken (bleach), anyone else you'd like.

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐎𝐧

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shunsui, Jushiro, Ichigo, Byakuya, Renji, Hisagi, Gin, Kira, Aizen, Toshiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Zaraki, Unohana, Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken, Uryu, Grimmjow, Starrk, Ulquiorra

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I wasn’t expecting to write to write for everyone, but I also didn’t want to do this in parts. So everyone’s here in one post :)

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, fem!reader in the smut part, asphyxiation, blood and knife play, manhandling, cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, lingerie, rough play, power play, cockwarming, thigh-riding, marking, light bondage, dirty talking, sleepy sex

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turns them on.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kyoraku Shunsui

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A playful sense of humour and teasing wit.

Wearing his haori or hat just to mess with him.

Intelligence that reveals itself subtly.

Being affectionate and touchy without needing a reason.

Showing empathy and gentleness, especially with others.

Drinking tolerance can match or outdo his

Sexual turn-ons:

Whispering into his ear while seated on his lap

Flashing glimpses of cleavage, thighs, or the curve of your hip when you pretend not to notice

Lazy, sensual makeout sessions while straddling him on the porch

Being the one to initiate things slowly, then letting him take over

The sight of you stroking the base of his cock while still dressed in one of his robes

Ukitake Jushiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Soft spoken encouragements and genuine smiles

Gentle physical affection—stroking his hair, massaging his back

Bringing him food or medicine without being asked

Listening to him talk about history or poetry with interest

Seeing you play with children or his younger siblings

Sexual turn-ons:

Tender, unhurried touches—especially trailing fingers down his chest

Sucking lightly on his tongue when you kiss

Gently guiding his hand under your robes while making eye contact

Being vocal, breathy, but sweet—he melts hearing your moans

Giving him slow, teasing head with your hands stroking his thighs

Kurosaki Ichigo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Standing up for yourself or others unapologetically

Sparring with him and actually managing to knock him down

Wearing his clothes and acting like it’s no big deal

Brushing your fingers through his hair after he’s bathed

Letting him protect you but also fighting at his side

Sexual turn-ons:

Grinding against him while you’re both fully clothed

Tugging on his hair when you kiss roughly

The look in your eyes when you drop to your knees for him

Telling him how big and hard he feels in your mouth

Riding him while biting your lip and watching his reactions

Kuchiki Byakuya

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Elegance, poise, and self-discipline

The graceful way you move—particularly in formal attire

Quiet loyalty that never needs announcing

Speaking refined, poetic compliments that catch him off guard

Playing a traditional instrument or painting in silence near him

Sexual turn-ons:

Undressing slowly and deliberately in front of him

Moaning softly into his ear as you ride him in his private quarters

Holding eye contact as you suck him off—subtly defiant

Leaving lipstick marks on his collarbone

Whispering your filthy thoughts in a voice soft as silk

Abarai Renji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness and unfiltered honesty

Sparring or working out together, especially if you show him up

Wearing something tight or revealing without even trying

Cheering him on at his matches or missions

Talking dirty in casual conversation just to mess with him

Sexual turn-ons:

Biting his neck and shoulders while he's deep inside you

Taking control—pushing him back, pinning his wrists

Moaning his name when he hits just the right angle

Tugging on his hair and smirking while you’re on top

The sight of you bent over, looking back at him with a dare in your eyes

Ichimaru Gin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playing his game of sly remarks and never flinching

Giving him a mysterious smile of your own

Feeding him something sweet with your fingers

Staring him down until he laughs genuinely

Reading or observing him silently like he’s a puzzle

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him tie your wrists and whisper what he’ll do to you

Moaning his name when he ghosts his tongue over your sskn

Clenching around his cock while grinning up at him

Giving him a look that says you want him to ruin you

Being playful, coy, and just a little bratty—he loves the chase

Izuru Kira

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet empathy and gentle support

Touching his hair or face with loving patience

Listening to him without judgement

Writing him notes or letters instead of saying things aloud

Seeing you defend him when he doubts himself

Sexual turn-ons:

Stroking his cock softly while looking up at him with flushed cheeks

Running your hands across his chest while kissing his neck

Light bondage or being guided firmly—he secretly likes being told what to do

Soft sighs and moans that escape you as you ride him slow and deep

Letting him worship your body like you’re sacred

Shuhei Hisagi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Confidence that doesn’t cross into arrogance

Tracing his tattoos with curious fingers

Wearing his sleeveless uniform and mimicking him with a grin

Helping him relax when he's stressed—running your hands through his hair

Admiring his scars or voice work sincerely

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching your nails down his back while he’s fucking you rough

Letting him pin your arms above your head with just one hand

Moaning shamelessly when he squeezes your throat lightly with his fingers

Riding his thigh until you’re dripping for him

Sucking on his fingers while you grind into his lap

Hitsugaya Toshiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence, especially when it challenges him

Cold weather snuggles—wrapping yourself around him

Running your hands along his chest or collar absentmindedly

Letting him take care of you when you're injured

Playing an instrument or humming to yourself while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Warming his cock between your thighs before sliding him in

Leaving frostbitten kisses on his chest and neck

Gasping when he pushes your legs apart with firm hands

Riding him hard enough to melt the ice under you both

Letting him lose control—he rarely does, but when he does…

Zaraki Kenpachi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Anyone who can take a hit and laugh

Bloodied lips and challenging stares

Wearing nothing but a haori or his eyepatch

Joking about fucking in the middle of a battlefield

Fighting him and moaning when he slams you to the ground

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching down his chest while he fucks you brutally

Screaming for more while you ride his cock until your thighs give out

Biting his lip until he bleeds and shoving him back for round two

Taking him raw and wild, begging for him to fill your pussy

Letting him fuck you against a wall with one hand on your throat

Hirako Shinji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quirky humour and refusing to take things seriously

Playing with his hair or trying on his hats

Teasing him with clever innuendos

Letting him cook for you and pretending it’s better than it is

Kissing him upside-down just to throw him off

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding his face with slow, shivering control

Moaning his name sweetly when he stretches you open

Light biting and tongue-play—especially on his ears. And his tongue piercing—tell him you like it when you use it on you

Getting on all fours and arching your back for him

Pinning him down and whispering what you want him to do

Aizen Sosuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Polished confidence, intellectual curiosity

Subtly challenging his authority with charm

Wearing glasses or reading books on complex topics

Obeying him flawlessly and then seducing him with a glance

Letting him teach you something, and acting too impressed

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking his cock while you whisper how powerful he feels

Spreading yourself open and begging him to “study” you

Moaning his name as you ride him slow, cunt squeezing him rhythmically

Telling him how you want to be rearranged by his cock

Letting him fuck your mouth until your eyes water and you thank him

Urahara Kisuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Brainy curiosity and scientific banter

Wearing his hat or clogs and acting like the boss

Fixing his tech for him with a wink

Subtle acts of devotion: tea when he’s exhausted, bandages on his hands

Purring innuendo in his ear while he’s trying to focus

Sexual turn-ons:

Straddling him and slowly sinking onto his cock while teasing his brain

Moaning nonsense while he fingerfucks you with wild precision

Sitting on his face and grinding until you’re sobbing his name

Letting him record your moans while he fucks you from behind. Also letting his try his new gadgets on you

Making him beg for release while you edge him for hours

Unohana Retsu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Calm confidence, quiet control in a crisis

Precision in combat or healing—grace over brute strength

Obedience without submission; challenge without disrespect

Running your fingers through her hair or over her blade

Speaking softly but firmly, holding her gaze without flinching

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting her take full control—bound, blindfolded, at her mercy

Bleeding lightly beneath her nails as she rides you slow and deep

Moaning her full name while she traces your throat with her blade

Taking her strapon in full, whimpering, and asking for more or when she grinds her pussy on you

Eyes rolling back when she fucks you until you cry her name like a prayer

Yhwach

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Absolute devotion and confidence in your own strength

Kneeling before him without being told, eyes proud and unwavering

Speaking to him without fear, and daring to offer advice

Soft dominance—stroking his hair while he rests against you

Wearing his insignia or colours like a second skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Spreading your legs for him without a word

Taking every inch of his cock while moaning his name

Holding eye contact while he fucks you on his throne

Licking your lips after he cums on your face

Letting him use your body as his reward after war

Jugram Haschwalth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet authority and strong posture

Wearing long, elegant clothes that match his aesthetic

Obeying his commands with subtle grace and precision

Showing tactical intelligence in a high-pressure situation

Reading or writing near him by candlelight

Sexual turn-ons:

Kneeling between his legs, eyes wide, waiting for his permission

The sound of your moans as he fucks you slow and deep

Cupping his balls while taking his full length into your throat

Letting him bind you to his desk and stroke you with precision

The flushed, ruined look on your face after he’s spent himself inside you

Askin Nakk Le Vaar

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Sarcasm and biting wit delivered with a pretty smile

Watching you experiment with food, drinks, or poisons

Wearing silky clothes that brush against his fingers when you pass

Subtle manipulation that surprises even him

Laughing at his morbid jokes and then one-upping them

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking on his fingers while looking into his eyes

Licking his cock from base to tip with slow, deliberate flicks

Riding him in lace lingerie while playing with your own nipples

Letting him drip things on your body and lick them off

Playfully threatening to overstimulate him—he’ll beg beautifully

Bazz-B

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness, fire, and being louder than him when you argue

Revealing outfits, crop tops, battle armour that shows skin

Throwing playful punches and getting pinned for it

Cheering him on when he’s being dramatic

Letting him brag and then putting him in his place

Sexual turn-ons:

Groping his cock through his trousers and laughing at his growl

Taking charge and riding him wild until he taps out

Clawing his back while he fucks you against a wall

Sucking on his balls while he tugs your hair

Calling him “hot stuff” while your cunt clenches around him

Ishida Ryuken

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence matched with calm maturity

Wearing lingerie under a lab coat

Pouring his coffee without asking, quiet domestic gestures

Knowing when to shut out the world and let him have silence

Precision, elegance, and reading medical journals in bed

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking his cock under his desk while he pretends to work

Letting him finger you with his gloves still on

Whispering dirty praise into his ear with clinical detail

Riding him slow, grinding until he swears under his breath

Guiding his hand over your clit and telling him what you need

Ishida Uryu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Graceful intellect and sharp wit

Wearing his scarf or coat and fixing your glasses teasingly

Being meticulous in your crafts or hobbies

Challenging his logic just to watch him ramble

Quiet, firm affection—holding his hand while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking the seam of his lips before kissing him

Stroking his cock while whispering how proud you are of him

Gasping softly when he kisses your inner thighs

Letting him tie your ankles with his Quincy threads

Telling him he’s perfect while you cum around his cock

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Arrogant smirks, spitfire sass, and biting back

Showing your battle scars like they’re trophies

Tearing your clothes mid-fight and laughing about it

Challenging him with no fear in your eyes

Wearing nothing but a grin and calling him a pussycat

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching his scalp while he eats you out with zero mercy

Choking on his cock and crying from the stretch

Letting him fuck you over any surface, raw and rabid

Cumming from just how rough he bites your nipples

Riding him while yelling how good he feels—and slapping his chest

Coyote Starrk

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet companionship and non-verbal affection

Dozing on his chest without saying a word

Wearing his clothes and letting him see your cleavage

Soft eyes and lazy mornings in bed

Listening to his silences and responding in kind

Sexual turn-ons:

Slow, sleepy sex where you grind against his cock until he wakes fully

Letting him suck your tits while you ride him

Whispering “please” while you ride him under the covers

Letting him watch you touch yourself while you straddle his lap

Taking him so slowly he shivers—he never shivers

Ulquiorra Cifer

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Existential curiosity and thought-provoking questions

Crying in front of him without shame—he notices

Gently touching his face without asking

Wearing white, black, or green in contrast to his own shades

Showing emotion just for him—never for others

Sexual turn-ons:

Soft moans while you take his cock inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut

Letting him explore your cunt like it’s a mystery

Kissing him without permission and whispering “mine”

Wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper

Crying out his name as you cum—he won’t say it, but he lives for it

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