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Natural urges and communication ft Ace!Neuvillette + fem!reader

cw/tags: Asexual!Neuv yes <3 Reader has some negative thoughts and feels selfish bc she's horny lmao;;; Mentions of masturbation. Fingering. Office sex. Is it guided masturbation if you tell your partner where and how to touch you?? //HIT more comfort stuff probs ngl

notes: I had this idea in my head for the l o n g e s t time like ngl Neuv kinda does give me ace vibes sometimes and then a dear friend @localplaguenurse also mentioned it a few times and I was like hhhhhhh itching to do something like this. Anyway communication is important in any relationship and that includes talking about sex. It's embarrassing, it's awkward, you may find you don't agree or are not compatible but nothing will be solved if you don't talk. so please do <3 (Also Happy year of the dragon!)

“I’m just… a little frustrated I suppose. I’ve been really horny I don’t know why…”

There is a silence in the Iudex’s office at Palais Mermonia after your words. You pointedly avoid looking at Neuvillette, fingers fidgeting a little with your clothes, lying down in one of the couches there, staring at the ornate ceiling.

Being in a relationship with Neuvillette was complicated. Not only was he the de facto ruler of the nation of Fontaine, he was also secretly the hydro dragon from legends of yore and children’s fairy tales (it was a little funny to think of it that way) he was a very busy and reclusive man, as well as a creature of habit (500 years of routine may do that to you, you suppose) it was… rocky to navigate romantic and even more personal or intimate relations with him. But you love him so dearly.

There is the sound of papers shuffling and Neuvillette hums thoughtfully. “Have you considered masturbating to sate your needs?” He asks in that level-headed tone, as casual as mentioning the weather.

You gasp and let out some kind of strangled noise. “I…! D-Don’t say it like that!”

“Hm? Is that not the term?”

“It is… it’s just-” You sigh deeply. “Y-yeah I’ll…try”

“You sound unconvinced or otherwise still unsatisfied, my dear you can talk to me, what’s wrong?” 

My dear, you melt when he calls you that or any pet name, since when was he so soft? So caring, so gentle… sides of the Chief Justice that were always there yet he hid them from the public, keeping a stoic, prim and proper façade for the sake of his duties.  

“It’s… not the same” You mumble. “I just… sometimes wish to have you there, your touch, your warmth, your voice. I know you have always been clear on your absence of desire and how you’d prefer to avoid sex as a whole, w-which I understand and respect, really! But I guess sometimes I just… crave you.”

And it’s true you never pushed that line, although you had some… heavy makeout sessions and some spicy snuggling where you received all the sensual attention, you were always afraid to step over any boundaries.

“I’m sorry.” You add after a moment, and decide to stand up and take your leave, he has already heard more than you wanted to let out in the first place, and he’s busy, and this feeling will go away again, swept under the rug, and you-

“Darling, wait, come here please.”

Oh, why…

You inhale and spin around, walking up to him, leaning slightly on his desk, the way he looks up at you with those mesmerizing lavender eyes, he’s always so pristine in the way he carries himself, an enigma.

You want to hide away from that unreadable gaze.

“I don’t enjoy seeing you like this, and why do you apologize?” Neuvillette asks softly.

“Because it’s… awkward, embarrassing- I don’t want to- you’re not… that kind of person.” You trip over your words, rubbing at your arm absentmindedly. Why was it so complicated to be true to your feelings?

“Do you truly seek pleasure from me?” 

You huff, your cheeks heating up. How was he so calm?!

“Hng…”

“Darling?”

“Y-yes, ok?! I fantasize about it. I’m just… so horny sometimes, it’s too much. I just want you to touch me. And I know you don't feel this way. I would never demand anything of you and I don’t want to lose you but part of me simply... wants to be desired”

You blurt all that out and hug your own arms, feeling so small and vulnerable, scrutinized under his gaze and bracing for a reaction.

“Alright.” He puts away some documents and things he was working on, cleaning his work space, methodic as ever, and you don’t know what to really make of it until he suddenly lifts you onto the desk as you squeak. “Would you be opposed to indulging and trying something new right now?”

“H-here? Right now?” 

He nods. “I don’t wish to see you so sullen anymore, I want to please you.”

Your thoughts race and scatter in your brain, you truly don’t know how to react “O-okay…” 

He kisses you softly on the lips and his hands roam your arms and shoulders as they have many times before, but now there’s something else, something more, and you shiver.

Your face blazes. Honestly, you never expected your first time being like this and the mixture of anticipation and anxiety is dizzying.

You kiss him more and more, your mouths parting, your tongue timidly seeking out his and Neuvillette lets you take the lead, your arms wrap around his neck and you whine lightly. Just this already sates part of that itch, you needed it, and yet your body heats up and you can’t help but selfishly crave more.

And Neuvillette allows you to be selfish like that.

His large hands rub at your sides making you shiver and dip a little under your clothes, making you giddy. You’re at his office, perched on his desk kissing him with a newfound intimacy that makes everything feel so surreal and scandalous and absurd and-

His fingers fidget with your buttons and tug a little at fabric “May I?” 

You nodded before you could even register it.

Your top comes off and you try to cover up a little self-conscious, your cheeks tinted with a blush before you place your arms back on the desk, nervous, and avert your gaze “You can… touch” You mumble.

Now this was new territory.

Neuvillette stares at you for a moment and then cups your face again to pull you in for a sweet kiss, attempting to ease your nerves. His hand rests on your torso softly and your breath hitches in anticipation. “Ma chérie, if you want to stop, at any point, say so. This is about you.” He states serious.

You blush harder and take a couple of deep breaths, starting to relax a bit “A-alright…”

“Tell me what you want.”

You could almost combust on the spot, his thumbs start rubbing softly on your bare skin and you ache…

“Soft- soft touches… just run your hands along my skin, gently please.” You request.

He nods and leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, his hands sliding up and towards your back, going around your ribs and tracing featherlight patterns on your shoulders, then back down dragging along your back, a shiver runs through your body and you close your eyes, lips parted slightly.

Neuvillette’s hands rest at your hips once again as his own lips trace down too, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, you hum and tilt your head to give him more access, letting out a soft sigh. Then his hands go up again slowly and brush at your breasts, he caresses them gently marveling at their softness, their shape and warmth, just enough to fill his large palms.

His thumb swirls around one nipple, quickly bringing it to a stiff peak. You bite your lip and arch into the touch, goosebumps blooming along your skin.

“Oh- that’s-” Your voice comes out breathy.

“Good?”

“Yes…” You sigh, “More please.” 

Neuvillette allowed himself a tiny quirk of his lips, reading your responses, seeing his beloved unwind in front of him, at his hands. To him you looked beautiful.

He noses at your neck, inhaling your scent softly. His hands keep ghosting soft touches watching your muscles twitch and your hands grip at the edge of the desk. He deposits a kiss along the top of your breast before his fingers find their way to a rosy nub, rolling it between thumb and index.

You whine.  

Neuvillette’s mouth returns to your shoulder, as he places a reverent kiss there relishing in your quickened breath, your warm flushed skin. “Want to keep going?”

“Archons, yes, don’t you dare stop now.”

He chuckles, it really seems like all your inhibitions had been tossed out of the window, which means of course he is doing a really good job. 

Your mind is already fuzzy and light. Your breasts had never been particularly sensitive and you’d never seen the appeal, especially when tending to herself. And yet here you are, already putty in the Iudex’s hands. His touch was gentle, just like you’d asked, but also adoring, exploratory, careful and calculated as if he were also memorizing every inch of your body, every little sound and move you made. And it made your heart swell, it made heat pool down at your navel. It drove you mad. 

The Chief Justice nips at her shoulder as his hands trace down again, slow, so slow, you start to squirm. They stop at your hips, drawing circles there and dipping down under your clothes. You groan at the feel of having two sweet spots stimulated at once and start rubbing your thighs together.

“Please…” You whine again.

“Yes?” He didn’t stop. 

“Off, want them off.”

“These?” He asks, pulling slightly at the elastic of her shorts. You jerk your head in a quick yes. “Are you sure?”

You swallow thickly “Y-yeah. All of it.”

Shifting and twisting a little, he drags down the fabric along the curve of your butt, your arms circle his shoulders and you lean into him a bit, pressing against his chest and hiding your face against his neck, hovering a little and balancing as he pulls off the clothes until they rest at your knees. You sit back and inhale sharply at the contrast between your heated skin and the cool surface before sliding the shorts and underwear down your legs, finally discarding them on the floor.

Definitely new territory.

Your silky thighs surround him once more as he takes his place back slotted between them, one of his hands goes back to tracing soft touches at your hips while the other draws lower to your thigh, resting there as if trying to ease you into more intimate touches before tracing the inner side dangerously close to where you want it the most.

You moan and grip at his coat.

Gorgeous, he thinks.

Bare for him in more ways than one, trusting, vulnerable, soft, flushed. Although he is uncaring of sexual desires he can definitely appreciate the sensuality of it, these strange deep feelings that bloom on his chest at having you here like this, with him. Your little noises and reactions, your own desire. He has to admit: you look utterly gorgeous when painted with pleasure.

And he wants to see more.

Neuvillette places a hand at your knee and pushes a bit to spread your legs further. This, he is definitely new to, the glistening folds that lay between your legs, already dripping and slick.

“D-don’t stare.” Your voice comes muffled against his shoulder, pushing slightly with your knee against his hand to regain a bit of modesty.

He sighs, endeared and half-amused “I have to, my dear.” He replies, tilting his head to press a kiss against your hair, his other hand sliding down your spine making you shiver. “Tell me what to do now.”

You make a soft noise.

A few seconds later you finally peek out from your hiding place at the crook of his neck and look up at Neuvillette who stares back at you fondly, expecting. Your face ruddy with a mix of embarrassment and lust, eyes half-lidded almost drowsy. Then, one of your hands slides from his shoulder and snakes down your body before settling between her thighs. “F-Fine, I’ll show you....” You mumble, pressing your fingers against your core, spreading your folds a little.

Neuvillette’s eyes widen and he jolts slightly.

“This is nice” You start as you pet yourself slowly, slicking your fingers with the wetness that spills from your core. “You really can’t go wrong… with where to touch” You close your eyes and rub slowly “But…” You pull your fingers up to circle the tiny bud that tops your sex “This right here is where you should touch me. Gently, though, slowly at first and-”

Your words are lost into a loud moan as Neuvillette leans forward dragging his thumb across your pussy, just barely dipping into your entrance. “Like this?” He murmurs, rubbing at your folds, spreading them for a better look. Soft, pink, warm, wet. “So wet…” He comments low.

Now that does something.

You whimper and instinctively buck your hips, searching for more of that delicious friction.

“F-fuck, yes!” You gasp.

Your world narrows to what Neuvillette does with those skilled long fingers. Your brain unable to focus on anything else past the slow drag of his thumb moving so consistently right over your sensitive clit. The brush of his other hand reassuring against your thigh. And the feel of one of his fingers probing just gently against your hole.

His mouth presses at your temple, your jaw, down your neck. And you moan and repeat his name over and over. Sultry, needy. Fingers fisting at the fabric of his shirt.

Neuvillette stares, mesmerized, keeping the pace. Every word, every kiss, every flick of his wrist was for you. Anyone could think he was in control but oh, it was definitely you who had him at your mercy. You hold him enchanted, smitten, with all these feelings and he would do anything you ask- 

Your body goes taut under him, muscles shifting. “Yes, yes-”

He slides a finger through your slick folds, slipping it in. Soft, he thinks. Wet and tight, pulling his finger deeper and squeezing as your legs tremble.

“I’m-”

“Are you close?” He asks low against your throat, hot breath making your skin shiver, he nibbles there as a second finger sinks in easily, pulling another high-pitched sound from you, his other hand ghosting at your chest. You respond so well with your keening cries and the way you push back against his touch, wanting more, more. He moves his thumb back to rub at your clit again, intending to drown you the pleasure you yearn for.

“Yes!” The word comes out as a punched moan, your voice breathy and dripping with lust. Your body practically moves on its own, legs tensing and twitching uncontrollably, hips canting trying to match his finger’s pace, nails digging at his shirt, brows furrowed as you toss your head back. “S-so close-” You whimper, it feels so good. “Pleasepleaseplease-” You beg.

He strokes at your insides, pulling his fingers out and pressing them back in trying to find the right pace and spot. You writhe against him, arching your back to help Neuvillette along and each time you moan, he repeats the motion with intent.

“You- oh, that’s-” A frustrated groan comes out of your mouth at the erratic pace and you grip at his shoulder, tapping insistently until he looks up. You make a gesture curling your fingers up, showing him the proper motion. Then drop a hand to your navel “H-here… towards you.” You whisper.

“I see.”

Your eyes widen as he copies you and hooks his fingers up dragging them across your insides, your walls immediately tightening around him, hips stilling. “T-There! Neuv! Oh-!” You all but sob, the arms circling his neck pulling him closer.

You kiss him unlike he had ever experienced before: desperate, rough, messy. Your sounds muffled into his mouth as he pushes you closer to the edge with his hand, climbing up to that peak languid and leisurely, taking his time. Savoring everything you have to offer.

Just as suddenly as it had started, you break the kiss with short erratic gasps, your whole body strained as you finally tip over the edge with a long drawn-out whine, shuddering and squeezing tightly around his fingers, refusing to let them go. Blank dots dance across your vision. He works you through it as you slowly melt against him in a sweaty wanton mess. Your thighs trembled as he brushed against your nub again. “N-Neuv, wait, that’s-! Stop!”

He pulls away immediately and you let out a mix between a groan and a sigh, relieved for the break. 

“Too much?”

You nod, drowsily “Sensitive…” 

Both of you stay silent for a few moments. You loud panting against his chest being the only sounds in the office as he runs a hand along your hair soothingly, your legs still shivering in the afterglow.

Post-orgasm clarity hits you as you shift atop the desk “S-sorry… made a mess” You mumble avoiding his gaze, feeling the dripping slick on the mahogany wood.

He lets out an uncharacteristic huff and shakes his head. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I…” Your shoulders tense a little in clear embarrassment. “I think that was clear enough. Thank you.” You look up at him. “I’m- I’m sorry for… bothering you with this.” You start. “I-I know you don’t want to-”

Oh, he was having none of that “I don’t need to. But I want to see you pleased. I may not know much or feel the same as you, but I am happy to oblige and help you take care of your needs, that’s all.” He cups your cheek and you lean into it. “I know it’s important for you, and I also know you’ll respect my boundaries as well, so you can talk to me.”

Your eyes start to water, heart swelling with… relief? hope? love? A pouty lip trembling as you once again try to hide your face, this time on his palm. All your worries and insecurities bursting out. “I just- I don’t want to be annoying, make you uncomfortable, or- or have you… think differently of me.” You sob “Or for you to feel forced-”

He shushes you gently. “Did this feel forced?” He raises an elegant eyebrow. You shake your head. “You’re not a bother, not in any other aspect, nor regarding this. And why would I think any differently or less of you for something as natural as sex and pleasure?”

“I don’t know…” 

His expression softens once more, a rare gentleness reserved only for the Melusines and you, how blessed you are to have him. “I want us to be able to trust each other. I am… not the best at opening up to others, but we’ll need to communicate to avoid any unpleasantries and misunderstandings. I love you, my little nymph, so please do not hesitate to tell me if something worries or bothers you, you can count on me being unprejudiced and open-minded.”  

You inhale deeply, the tears stopping “Okay okay, I’ll… I promise.”

“Furthermore, I learned something new today.” He says as you wipe your face a bit and look at him questioningly. He smiles. “You, mon amour, are a sight to behold arching your back in pleasure-”

You squeak. “Stooop!” 

“-And I definitely look forward to seeing that again some other time.”

How many times were you going to hide in shame today? You wondered, covering your face with your hand once more. He chuckles.

“Neuv?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“And I do too, my nymph.”

“Also…”

“Yes?”

“I really should clean up and get dressed but I don’t think my legs are working…”

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Hey there! Congratulations on your followers milestone! 🤩 Can I get headcanons for Byakuya using his beautiful elegant hands to please his female s/o? I’m sorry!!! I have a serious hand kink when it comes to that man

Finally! A request for my very first Bleach crush! Thank you!

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Kuchiki Byakuya and his Elegant Hands headcanons (SMUT)

Byakuya has soft hands, with long and slender fingers. His nails are carefully maintained at the appropriate length (which is barely any length at all honestly. Short and neat is the noble way!), his skin smooth like porcelain and even any scars left behind by an accidental brush with his zanpakuto only add to the beauty and pure elegance of his hands. He has very noble hands. That is the only way to describe them. And you can’t help but tell him that sometimes.

Every time you see him maneuver his Senbonzakura through training exercises or battles...his hands gliding through the air, almost as if performing a dance...The way his fingers move, gathering power for kido... It makes your heart race and skip a beat!

Watching him practice his calligraphy is pure torture of the worst (or best) kind. The way his hand holds the brush as the tip slides over paper in careful, measured strokes, you can’t help but think of his hands on you...in you...teasing you with that same precision. With that same gentleness.

If you wake up early enough, you’d get the opportunity to see him get dressed and carefully put his kenseikan on. The way he smooths his haori and dons each piece of clothing...the way he assembles the kenseikan with practiced and sure motions...it kills you. You want him to undress you with the same attentiveness with which he dresses himself each morning. You want those hands to smooth over your bare skin instead of that pristine white haori. The fingerless white tekko upon his hands, tease you mockingly, enticing you just by existing.

Sometimes he will catch your intent look and wonder why you’re looking at him that way but when he asks you, “Is something the matter?” You end up simply squeaking your denial. More often than not, he has caught you staring at his hands and had been forced to recheck if he has ink smeared across his fingers.

It doesn’t take Byakuya too long to put two and two together though. Your focus on his hands and you randomly complimenting how soft his hands are or how freaking noble his hands are for no logical reason give you away entirely. He is startled to realize his beloved has a hand kink. But at the same time, he is curious to use this knowledge to please you

One night, after your evening stroll together through the manor gardens, he decides to execute his planned seduction when you are alone in your room. Right at the opportune moment, when he has you right where he wants you, he casually mentions that you look tense. Before you could turn around to say anything, he reaches out to touch your shoulders and begin to gently massage the tension away. The two of you are in front of the full length mirror in your room, just as he had planned. He can see every reaction upon your face but even more, he can feel your gaze upon his hands as he administers his seemingly ‘helpful’ ministrations upon your unsuspecting shoulders. As the tension seeps away from your very long work day, a tension of a distinctly different kind sneaks in, leaving goosebumps upon your sensitive skin.

“Are you cold?” He asks, fully aware of just what he is doing to you. That it is definitely not the cold that has your nipples pebbling.

You watch with bated breath, as his hands smooths over your clothed curves to reach the ties that hold them in place. He has them undone and the sight of him working on that knot has your mouth dry. And his hands glide back up, teasingly slowing upon your breasts, resting upon your nipples without quite pinching them.

“Byakuya...” you whisper as you try to turn around to maybe kiss him or get him as naked as he has you. You want him desperately, and you can feel his need press hard against the small of your back through his clothing too.

But he is having none of it. His hold on your naked hip tightens and holds you in place, facing the mirror. “Look,” he instructs, and your eyes meet his on the mirror’s reflection. “Look at what I am doing to you. Look at what my hands are doing to you.” With those words, his left hand moves past the curls to slide across the slit, his fingers almost entering you but not quite just yet.

It was an erotic sight. He was fully clothed in his Gotei uniform, even with his haori on, as he had joined you straight from a late meeting at the barracks. You were stark naked in front of him, without even a stitch of clothing on. The contrast of his gloved hand was an enticing contrast upon your bare skin.

While you were taking in the sight, he slid one finger inside of you. Longer than yours, and reaching a deeper part of you that you could never reach on your own whenever you dared to touch yourself. He’d pull out, and slide back in, working three fingers in...stretching you. Filling you. Making you moan with need.

Knowing that he had you at his mercy, the hand holding your hip abandoned its post to find the little nub of pleasure. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply. Just the right way to move his fingers around your clit to maximize your pleasure. It was not just Senbonzakura he could maneuver effortlessly with his hands. He played you like a violin, strumming on all the right strings.

It was too much. His fingers inside of you. His other hand on your clit. Most of all, unlike the other times you two engaged in this kind of thing, this time you had complete visual of just how his hands looked on you while he was intently focused on making you cum. It was just way too much to handle. You burst apart, reaching your peak, and it might have been the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced.

Once you finally come down from it, he is watching you through the mirror, enjoying every expression on your face — the awe, the wonder, the pleasure...the satisfaction.

He is dead serious when he says, “You always say I have such noble hands. I wanted to see just what they were capable of.” It leaves you gobsmacked for a moment and you almost miss the self-satisfied smug smile on the corner of his lips.

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Got to admit. I got carried away with this and writing it has me distinctly hot and bothered 🥵

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Can I have a Byakuya Kuchiki and Unohana headcanon about having the same crush? I'm very curious about the ending! 🤭

Anon, this is SO funny. Like….your mind. Amazing. Obviously this is crack but omfg. PvP dating among the captains….I love it so much.

Byakuya Kuchiki & Retsu Unohana Having The Same Crush:

They do have some shared hobbies. They both share that same patient(…ish), refined aura, as well. It’s a large coincidence to be sure, but them attracting and reciprocating the crush of the same person isn’t impossible.

Of course they’re both perceptive and pick up on the competition that’s happening after a few too many run ins.

Unohana is a master of barbed politeness and often tries to discourage Byakuya from mingling with her crush any further.

When Byakuya tries to invite you for a walk after Unohana’s flower arranging club concludes “I admire your deep respect for your elders, Kuchiki. But I’m not so busy that I would turn down fresh air in good company.”

He finds his sparring time is less sacred than it used to be. “Ah, Kuchiki, how wonderful to see such dedication towards self-improvement. Perhaps I could be of use?”

And there are those infuriating reminders that you are not his alone to woo. “We had the most wonderful time exploring the human ‘zoo’. Isane was so kind as to take pictures. Here—doesn’t it look as though we’ve all known each other forever?”

Byakuya, on the other hand, becomes more daring in the face of competition. Maybe even brash, if looked at from an aristocratic angle.

The moment he senses Unohana’s spiritual pressure approaching for the Kuchiki hosted calligraphy club, his arm is around your shoulders with only an “excuse me” to warn you. He shunpo’s far enough to satisfy, his arm having lowered to your waist as he leaped across buildings. “Apologies. I thought perhaps we’d make use of an old calligraphy studio I enjoy. Shall we?”

He grits his teeth and contacts Yoruichi, requesting an interruption to one of your outings with Unohana in the human world. At great personal cost. (A letter that says ‘Yoruichi Sensei is better than all the Kuchikis combined, nya’.)

Unohana finds that she has become quit the popular doctor to nobility, all of them suddenly unsatisfied with their family healers at Byakuya’s suggestion. Obviously, a lot of her personal time is sapped by the new duty.

In the end, the victor is the one you choose. They can compete forever but you’re the one who decides who to pursue back, you know?

If Unohana wins, the gloating is swift. Byakuya gets a Christmas card with you two under mistletoe. Her present to him is a book on ‘Duty & Dating: A Shinigami Guide To Making Love Work’. She tells Genrei all about your first official dates and he make small talk of it with his grandson.

I’d like to think she even flashed her fingers in a V under her tongue just for good measure. She still cuts quick and her demure nature needn’t apply to those things she loves. Romance is good a battle as any.

If Kuchiki wins, he approaches his victory laps with more tact, even if just barely. He holds his body behind yours, guiding your kata forms, when she’s due to visit his grandfather—making eye contact as she passes. He accepts an interview slot in the Seireitei Bulletin to proclaim the rumors are true; you’re his fiancé hopeful.

She’s invited to several parties under the guise of her being your friend (to be fair, this is true for you), forced to watch you be led on Byakuya’s arm, to see you two share…looks. What’s the point of being nobility if you can’t show off?

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Yes it’s established Byakuya is a calm cool and collected guy but that does not in any way mean he wouldn’t lose said cool ever. The perfectly put together man coming undone because you feel so fucking good around him- hngnfhsbs. My whole brain consumed with the thought of riding Byakuya and running your fingers through his soft silky hair and giving it a good tug. He is in complete control don’t let this fool you but, you being so needy and caught up in the moment that you just can’t keep your hands off of him would make his head spin. I feel like he has the prettiest sort of deep moans, and all I need in life is to hear them.

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+Grimmjow, Byakuya Kuchiki, Renji Abarai x f!reader

+wc: 1.2k

+cw: cockwarming, orgasm denial

+a/n: this is my first fic for this blog. I hope my fellow content starved bleach fans enjoy this whenever it gets to show up in tags <3

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   Grimmjow does not understand the concept of cockwarming at all. When you tentatively bring it up to him, he turns his nose up at it and says that it sounds stupid. A little bit of begging is all it takes though to get him to try; you could beg for practically anything and he would give in.

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Requested by @sashi-ya: Well hello hello... HERE I AM TO REQUEST FOR CHRISTMAS!!! My dear soul sister, can I have "Hickies" with Byakuya x f! reader, please?I LOVE U, MY SOUL SISTER!! 💖💖 TW: Hickies, Marking, slight masturbation and fingering

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Looking at the mirror in the bathroom as you see the purple mark on your neck left by your lover from the night before. The towel wrapping around your body at the top of your breast were scattered hickies. Byakuya was already showering and doing his daily morning routine drinking his tea. He was wondering what was taking you so long to get ready. You would be up and ready with him. Walking into the room you both slumbered he saw you in the vanity mirror you were in your undergarments black strapless bra and a pair of laced panties. With the stick of concealer, you began to dab it on your neck trying to conceal the purple mark. “With all these marks people are going to confuse me for a Leopard…” you saw Byakuya through the mirror. Byakuya’s eyes trail your backside for a moment seeing the cheeky number. The memories from last night flooded the mind of the noble. The way your body quivered with the touch of his lips on your supple skin. Byakuya was a territorial man and he wanted to make sure people knew you were his. It displeased him to see you covering up his marks. “Well, they will know who the leopard belongs to.” You placed the concealer down while turning around to look at him. Your bottom rested on the edge of the vanity. Your fingertips tapped on the top of the counter “Really? My-my Mr. Kuchiki I didn’t think that compliment from yesterday would have gotten under your skin.”  you looked at him. Shinji had made a comment complimenting your skills when he saw you practicing, even saying he would like to steal you from squad 6. Byakuya didn’t take the joke so lightly. Byakuya walked towards you seeing the visible hickies that were on your breast. “And if it did?  I didn’t hear any complaints last night.” Byakuya brushing the hair off your shoulder. His hands tilted your chin up to look at him, Bringing his face closer to you “It's nobody's business to ask how you got them.” his lips were close to yours he gave you a soft peck. His kisses began to trail down to your neck. The noble's lips were ever so soft against your skin feeling his tongue lightly grazing your neck before he settled on a spot. He began to press his body lightly against yours, his fingers hooking on your panties and tugging them down while his lips began to suck on different parts of your neck. Your finger gripping the back of his hair lightly. Letting out the soft moans of his name. “Bya~~kuya~~” you were biting your lower lip trying to contain the moan coming from you. He pushed you up against the counters as your panties came more down. His hands slide up your thighs. Byakuya's fingertips brushed your cunt so lightly. His index finger pushed between your slit as he began to stimulate your clit. He brought his head back seeing the hickies that were left on your neck by him. Your eyelids were a bit lower as you were panting trying to catch your breath as he still continued to toy with your clit. “If anyone questions you, they will have to deal with me.” The noble spoke his finger began to push in your cunt. " I don't want these covered up," he spoke in a husk voice that made the chairs on the back of your neck stand up.

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May I request headcanons for Shinji, Byakuya and Shunsui where their crush is feeling insecure about their body. What would they do to comfort them? Thank you so much! :)

You picked such wonderful characters! I haven't gotten to write for Shinji or Shunsui yet so this was a new one. I also really like this request and since I didn't want to be overly specific about the body type it was left vague hope that's alright.

Shinji

Shinji is very smart even if he doesn't always show it so it's something he notices pretty quickly

He might not outright ask you about it but once he notice he'll do everything he can to prove your perfect in his eyes

Praise is not something Shinji gives out easily, weather it be for looks or skill it's just not something he tends to do but its constant

Even small changes don't go unnoticed by him and its in those details that his compliments hold meaning, things about your style or how you hold yourself the way you look in the sun or after a good sparring session it's endless with Shinji 

If you talk with him about it Shinji won't fully know how to handle it, he knows this is something that takes a lot of trust and it warms his heart to know you trust him 

" I think you're perfect. Everyone has some flaws that's just normal, ya look great all the time and no matter I think anyone who says otherwise is just an idiot for not seeing it. That goes for you too.”

Byakuya

It's not as easy for someone like Byakuya to figure out how you're feeling he's smart but also very closed off

You're always on his mind and he's watching out for you all the time so at some point he does start to get the feeling that somethings wrong with you

However Byakuya is someone that doesn't like to beat around the bush so once he figures it out he'll just outright ask you about it

Whether you tell him or not doesn't matter, of course he wants you to tell him but if you don't he understands that

It wont change what he does either way but hearing it from you makes him just a little more confident in saying this since it feels less invasive

After talking Byakuya will in his own way try to prove why you're so amazing in his eyes, from asking you to train with him to taking your opinion into account when doing things it's subtle but for Byakuya it means everything

" You will always be your worst enemy but even with that please understand that you are so much more than you might think. Picking flaws in oneself is easier than finding the beauty that lies within. Both inside and outside you are the most lovely flower to ever be seen."

Shunsui

I think Shunsui would notice it right away but might not say anything directly until he knows more

Instead his method is much more roundabout and sweet in fact you might not even realize it's happening

Shunsui already talks about you a lot its something everyone has gotten used but it's more intense now

Whenever you get brought up its always praise and nothing but praise

Going on and on about how wonderful you look and how amazing you are, talking about how nice you look today or something cool you did and it's always when he knows you're around to hear

If you start to notice this and ask him he just laughs saying this is just something he does anyway, ask any squad mate or other captain and they can all tell you it happens regularly

At some point Shunsui will just outright ask you if it drags on long enough since he's truly worried about what you might think of yourself

" To me you've always shined brightly. No one could compare to you even if they tried. You're one of the most gorgeous and talented people out there even if you don't see it, let me try to show you things from my point of view."

I'm sorry this took so long! I really like this one but it was harder than I thought to write. I think maybe it's because I also read fanfics but it was hard not to write about my own insecurities but I wanted to make this general since it's something everyone has to deal with. Anyway, thank you so much for requesting and reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Today the 18th is my birthday so later today I'm gonna write something more indulgent. Have a good day or night! - Lilly

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If you are still doing these, could I please have some byakuya kuchiki naughty time in his mansion please! Like he's passed at the elders and his wife/girlfriend helps him unwind and he wants her to be loud to piss off the elders idk...Thank you!!!

Love writing for Byakuya... you got it nonny. Some naughty times with him coming your way. 👏

TW: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, overstimulation, spanking, offensive language (swearing), pet names (pretty girl, darling, my love), hair pulling, dirty talk, choking, minors dni

He knew they were listening and that's why he gripped your hips so much harder. Byakuya wanted to hear you scream, he wanted to drive you wild, he wanted you to be the loudest that you ever had been before. This was the last time that the elders would tell him that they were sure that you weren't good for him.

"Come on, pretty girl... just a little louder. I know you can." His hips rut into yours harder, your hands clutching the headboard in an attempt to hold yourself up. "They want a damn show then that's what I'll give them."

Your sinful moans were echoing through the bedroom as he wrapped his hand in your hair, pulling a fistful of it toward him. "B-Byakuya... fuck."

Byakuya leaned forward, pressing his lips to your back as he coaxed you on. "Mmmm, you like that princess? You wanna feel just how deep I can get? How good I can make you feel?"

His hips snapped forward, your whole body lurching forward as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. A loud scream erupted from you as you felt your arms growing weak. "S'too good. P-please, I can't Byak-"

A harsh slap to your ass stopped you mid-sentence and sent more screaming from you. Byakuya licked his lips as he listened, his hand reaching to the front of you to wind between your legs. His strong fingers rubbed against your clit, his eyes trained on the way that his cock slid in and out of you. A white ring formed around the shaft of his cock, a smirk tugging at his features. "Doing so good for me baby girl, can't believe how pretty you look like this."

You knew that you were in for it the second that his voice changed. The way that Byakuya's new tone was dark and gruff made you realize that you had made a vital mistake. He was mad at the elders, he wanted them to be able to hear that title. "You're doing so well for me... but something was missing there, my love. Now, what is it that you call me?"

His free hand wrapped around your neck, pushing against it as he barely cut off your airways. Your voice was small, but he knew that you were giving it your all. "Y-yes, Captain Kuchiki."

Tears were already forming in your eyes as he pushed himself as far into you as he could get, his hands pulling your hips back as he matched the movement with his thrusts. "Shit, 'm s'close." A whimper left your lips as the tears finally fell down your cheeks, his smirk turning even more devious.

"You're that close? Mmmm, I've barely done anything and you're already about to come undone. I think that's a record." Byakuya nipped at the skin on your ass, an excitable squeal erupting from you as you tossed your head back. His hand came up and back down, a dark handprint left behind on your skin. "Then go ahead and do it, darling, let that pretty pussy of yours cream all over my cock."

The overstimulation from the quick pace of his fingers and the ruthless thrusts behind did just that. His name rolled off your tongue filthily as your cunt clenched around him. Byakuya rut his hips harshly, chasing his high as he rode you through yours. He wanted every single scream from you that he could incite. Screw the elders, screw everything about them. You weren't going anywhere, you were claimed now. You were his.

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Soft!Byakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya Kuchiki: With a sweet S/O who has a praise kink.

honestly might add to this when i have a new thought because this mans stole my heart outa nowhere. why is he so pretty??

female reader, SFW, NSFW

SFW

He thought you were the cutest thing in the world. The way you looked up at him with your sweet smile.

Since you're so shy he keeps most PDA to a minimum. 

He would hold your hand in public or wrap an arm around you when you were in public. He even gives you kisses, nothing too intense but still full of passion enough to have you blushing when he pulls away. 

Never forgets a goodbye kiss even when people are around, he keeps it short but still full of passion and love enough to have you blushing at his gentle gesture. 

Will let you sit between his legs when you're drinking. Mosty to keep you safe from Rangiku who insists on drowning you in sake. This way he can keep an eye on just how much you're drinking and cut you off when you start to really slur your words. 

When you drink you do tend to get a bit of an attitude. Not wanting to leave even though you could hardly stand on your own, let alone walk. In the end he ignores all protests and scoops you up in his arms and carries you back home.

He won't admit it because he doesn't want to give drunk you any idea and embarrass sober you but he thought it was adorable how drunk you would all flustered when he pulled his stern voice out and backed you against the wall, towering over you with a fixed stare. “It's late Y/N, that means It's time for bed, no more games.”  

You'd back down almost immediately, saying “m’sorry Byakuya, please don't be mad.” You say in a small voice. 

He knew you were facking the sorry act but you did it so well that he always lets you off the hook. Instead he just gets you both ready for bed and tells you no more protesting. You normally listen. 

He loves holding you from behind. Your back pressed against his chest with his arm warped around you holding you tightly against him while you used his other arm as a pillow. You were so much smaller than him, his body basically wrapped around you. 

He watched your sleeping face in the early morning light just before he got up. He knows you'll end up following after him but he still tries to be as still and silent as possible. Slowly pulling himself from you and letting your head lull back onto the pillow.

A few moments later he hears your footsteps padding after him to start the daily routine. Half asleep next to him, brushing your teeth and rubbing at your eye with a yawn. Adorable he thinks. 

He brushes your hair for you and makes sure to be as gentle as possible. You try your hardest to not fully lean into his touch.

On days where he doesn't have to leave so early you force him to stay in bed a while longer. You lay your head on his chest and unlock a leg with his, effectively tapping him in your grasp. Not that he minds, what would he rather be doing anyways?

Likes to sit with you in his lap in his office, kissing you and holding you tightly against him between rounds of paperwork. His slender fingers tangle in your hair as he kisses your neck softly, lulling you into a state of calm.

When you're all cuddled up to him late at night as he does paperwork. Softly breathing as you fall asleep waiting for him to be done. His heart skips a beat when you hold on his captain's coat tightens and you mumble something about how much you love him. “Byaku~ love you so much.” you'd mumble, nuzzling into his chest. 

He loves having you in his lap while you tell him about your day or something you found interesting, he just loved hearing you speak, you sweet voice like music to his ears. His hands would hold your hips  as he looked at you with adoring eyes while you went one and on.

If you ever got embarrassed that you were talking too much he would shush your worries with a soft kiss, pulling you closer to him. “Never my sweet petal, I love listening to you.” he would assure you. 

Your face would be burning up at his words. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You could feel his body shake softly as he chuckled, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

He wasn’t afraid to speak out if someone hurt your feelings or embarrassed you. Pulling you into his side as he confronted who ever offended his beloved. 

Also isn't afraid to show others that you are his, even if id does embarrass you a little. If he sees someone looking at you or making clear moves, he will assert himself and step between what's happening real fast. Wrapping and arm around you and if need be will kiss you enough to have you blushing and hiding your face in his side.

NSFW

Byakuya was a gentle lover hands down. 

He always made sure you were ready for him, using his fingers to pump into your tight hole. He loves the sound you made when he curls his fingers in your pussy. 

“Doing such a good job, do you want to cum sweet girl? Go ahead my petal cum for me.”

His long slender fingers had you arching into the palm of his hand as you came undone, panting and moaning as his fingers helped you through your orgasm.

If he had the time and it wasn't a quickie then he normally makes you cum on his tongue as well. 

Homie has stamina so watching you moan and whimper while he makes you cum on his tongue and fingers makes his dick yearn to be nestled up in your sweet pussy. 

He likes to run his long cock along your folds as he kisses you tenderly before slowly pushing the tip into your tight hole, deepening the kiss as he sinks in slowly to swallow your sweet sounds. 

Once he's fully seated in your core he lets you adjust, moving hair from your face as he looks at you, expression turning into one of pure pleasure. 

“Sweet petal, does that feel good? All you needed was for me to fill you up?” he would coo at you. 

Kisses and sucks all over your chest and neck but doesn't leave marks in places anyone else can see.

Isn’t scared to pound into you roughly if you ask him too, normally being prompted first. “What do you need my love, need me to go harder? faster?” 

His thumb rubs circles on your clit as his hips snap into you mercilessly 

Once you finally let out a pleasing beg between breaths he will happily thrust into you harder and faster until your legs are shaking and you're cumming around his cock crying his name and mumbling how good he felt in you. “byaku-Aah! S-so good, fe-els so good.”

“That's it my sweet petal, cum for me. You're squeezing me so tight and good, my perfect girl.” 

The sounds that came out of you paired with your blitzed out face was enough to have him rutting into your pussy while his cock twitches as he fills you fluttering walls with his thick cum.

Pulling out he admires you while you lay looking up at him between your legs. Your face red and eyes half lidded sprawled out with his cum slowly leaking from your spent hole.

“Feel good, my love? So pretty with my seed spilling out of your perfect pussy.”

After care is this man's specialty. Running you a hot bath for you both, washing your body and hair.

Will get you a glass of water before bed and even a snack if you asked. 

All of the snuggles and forehead kisses while you fall asleep in his arms.

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Byakuya NSFW Alphabet

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Word Count: 410 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A: Aftercare - What they're like after sex?

- A very kind gentleman, cleaning you up, food, water, shower? Anything you need, he'll do.

B: Body Part - Their favorite part of themselves/you?

- For him: his hands

- For you: your hair or arms.

C: Cum - Taste, texture, etc?

- White, creamy, slightly salty.

D: Dirty Secret

- When you've been gone for a while, he'll jack off to the thought of you.

E: Experience - How much experience do they have?

- Some. He had a wife before you.

F: Favorite Position

- Missionary, unless you convince him to try other ways.

G: Goofy - How are they: serious, funny, etc?

- He's serious. There isn't much to laugh or joke about.

H: Hair - Shaved, not shaved, color?

- Trimmed, black.

I: Intimacy - How are they romantically?

- Very intimate, kisses, light marking, touching

J: Jack Off - How often do they masturbate?

- None unless you've been gone for a long while

K: Kink - Their kinks?

- Breeding, bondage (only used when you've misbehaved).

L: Location - Favorite place(s) to do it?

- The bedroom. No one else needs to see anything, nor would it be appropriate anywhere else. Maybe his office if the door is locked.

M: Motivation - What gets them into it?

- Wearing lingerie, teasing him.

N: No - Will not do/turns them off?

- Threesome, the bathroom, in public.

O: Oral - Giving, receiving, skill?

- Both and very skilled.

P: Pace - Fast, rough, slow, etc?

- However, you'd like it. He typically goes slow and hard, unless he's in a bad mood. However, he wouldn't take his anger out on you.

Q: Quickie - How often?

- Maybe once a month, he prefers long extended versions instead.

R: Risk - Willing to take risks/experiment?

- It depends on what it is.

S: Stamina - How long/many rounds can they go?

- 3 rounds for about 45 minutes with breaks in between

T: Toys - Do they have any/will they use them?

- No, and it'd take some convincing for him to use them.

U: Unfair - How much do they tease?

- Not often unless you've been mischievous.

V: Volume - How loud are they?

- Not very loud. Some grunts here and there, maybe a moan.

W: Wild Card - Something random?

- Loves seeing you in lingerie

X: X-Ray - Size, appearance, etc?

- 8, some noticeable veins, but smooth. Cut.

Y: Yearning - How high is their sex drive?

- Very high, he just has good self-control.

Z: ZZZ - How quickly do they fall asleep?

- He'll fall asleep when you do once you're taken care of.

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭 kuchiki byakuya x f! reader. [+𝟏𝟖]

❀ tw: MDNI. do not disrespect Kuchiki taicho or you will feel the edge of his sword... rough sex, public, kinda daddy! byaku, squirting, creampie. ❀ wc: 990

“I don’t find your behaivour proper, (Name)” those words of solemnity feel like daggers to your heart. Byakuya takes his work very seriously, he doesn’t like distractions and above all if those have to do with public showing of affection.

“I just wanted a kiss on my cheek, Byakuya…” you grunt, fixing your hair behind your ear.

The scenery ahead looks by far beautiful, though your lover looks even better.  He insisted on taking the mission through the extensive lands of Seireitei by himself and taking you as his assistant.

Everybody naively thought -including you- that Kuchiki Taicho was taking the weekend off with her “new girlfriend”, instead of working… oh, but they were so wrong.

“I’m tired of walking” you protest. Those times where you still spoke to him with great respect are definitely over.

Byakuya stops, and slowly turns to you. His frowning, as cold as glaciers, makes you shiver like always.

“You are acting like a little girl right now, you know that?” he murmurs, grabbing your backpack and hang it up on his own shoulder. “Keep walking, we are gonna rest once we get to the Cloud Recess.

A little girl he says? Is him who’s acting like someone is watching us… “Then Imma be a little girl” you humpf, crossing your arms and giving a little -rather immature- jump in the place, stumping your right foot.

Byakuya looks at you, blinking slowly. He is pissed at your behaviour, and you enjoy that. You wanted him to be annoyed, you like him that way because even if he is severe you are sure he will never do anything to yo-

“Then I will have to punish you like the little girl you are”  

In a quick motion, as fast as he can possibly be, Byakuya traps you against a tree. You can’t move, but you aren’t hurting. He has mastered the impossible; being violently delicate. After all, it’s all he is…

“Bya- Byakuya…” you stutter, still panting from the jump scare of his actions.

“Kuchiki-sama. Say it right, you insolent creature” he commands; Byakuya had enough of being disrespected.

You swallow. Deep inside you know exactly what’s about to happen. And your wrists being pinned against the small of your back by his strong grip has to be the best clue.

You ponder to give him what he wants immediately or still incurring into the bratty attitude… would the fuck be rougher that way?

“Byakuya! Why are you doing this? they will see us ~” you dare to call him, without honorifics one more time.

He growls, angrily. Like he does when someone dares to be arrogant… more arrogant than himself. His grip tightens around your wrists, his lap is now pressed against your ass and his pointy nose nuzzled behind your ear.

Shivering, you can feel his presence like a crushing force; his spiritual pressure, so strong. It’s almost as if someone was chocking you but you couldn’t see the hands doing it so.

“You bratty little shit!” he reprimands you, pulling -almost ripping- your black loose hakama pants. “You wanted this? you want everyone to see and hear? Well then, let them hear”

A subtle smirk garnishes your face; you don’t want him to notice just yet. Instead, you whimper and squirm under a firm hold that won’t let you scape. He knows you more than anyone, and both know when to stop. Even if stopping now is not what you want.

This time, he has no delicacy to punish you with a hard thrust. As sharp as his blade, as strong as his blow, as deep as the cerulean shine of his eyes he penetrates you. In just one motion he is inside you; when did he have the time to untie his fine pants, you have no idea.

Your belly experiences the violence of a punishing penetrating sex, hard and drippy. Raw, sliding with the juices of your own arousal.

“Ku… Kuchiki-sama.. ngh… mhh”

Silky fingers pass from the back to your cheeks, pressing them to move your head to the side.

“Louder” he commands, burying into you, hitting that perfect spot. “Scream my name louder, let the whole Soul Society know how much you like this. Let them know how much of a brat you’ve been” he orders, giving you one, two, three and endless thrusts that accompany such lustful vocabulary.

You nod, with strings of saliva dripping from your pouty mouth. With drops of your sexual desire coating his impaling shaft, feeling almost like bursting at any moment.

Your legs fail you; not only Byakuya is a great fucker, but the warmth in which you drown when he is closer makes you so weak… the way he moans softly and so manly in your ear, the way you can see from the side his raptured frowning, even from time to time the way he bites his lower fleshy lips.

And because he will never let you fall, not even as he punishes you, his arms lift you up from the back of your thighs. Walking back to separate from the tree, you are moved up and down by his strong arms, bouncing on his dick like if you were made of cotton.

“Will you behave? Mh?” he asks, panting so sexily in your ear.

“mhh… ye- ye.. fuck---” you mumble, getting more and more closer to ecstasy, becoming stupid, with your insides turning like a sheathing for his twitching masculinity.

“Heh…Do not swear! You are such a well mannered little one, you know that? I might need to fuck you hard until you learn some manners…” he moans, as Byakuya enjoys the way your fluids build up, with great pressure inside your womb, competing in strength against the tip of his cock. And as soon as you reach the point, trembling, with your thighs perfectly spread apart, he lets your explosion finally blow.

Raining down on his purplish length, the orgasmic products of your insides. Accompanied by loud whimpers and maybe some tears on the corners of your eyes, giving Byakuya the last nudge for him to finish…

“Sweet creature, this is what you made me do… ugh… take my cum so that we can arrive in time” he finally says, penetrating you again and filling you up with his warm, sticky, noble seed… or should I say blessing?

“Thank you, Byakuya-sama ~”

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Can I request headcanons on how captains Kyouraku, Ukitake, and Byakuya would handle an arranged marriage? They’re all nobles, so that wouldn’t be an uncommon concept for them 🙂 would they court their future bride once they found out, or would they grow closer following the marriage?

ahhh yesss! Also huge thank you for over 400 followers!! <3 <3 Much love!!!!

Shunsui Kyoraku: He's got mixed feelings about the marriage. After all it wasn't in his plan to get married after being the head of the soul society. He's got responsibilities and a lot of trouble in his future, he wasn't thinking about a wife.

You know that about Shunsui though and explain to him that you won't get in the way. He laughs about that and you're not exactly sure why.

Being the captain of the soul society was exhausting and tiring, but most of all...it was lonely. It felt amazing for Shunsui to have someone to laugh with now.

The night of your marriage is lonely as Shunsui is pulled away by his work. Shunsui makes it up to you the next night and makes sure you'll remember it. He's a gentleman with you the entire time.

Your marriage is filled with lonely nights, but morning surprises as you wake up with Shunsui holding you. Being responsible for the entire soul society is stressful, so Shunsui makes sure to come home more often to see you.

You definitely get to know each other throughout the marriage and even during the invasion of Yhwach. Shunsui goes to extraordinary lengths to protect you from harm and has you by his side 24/7.

Jushiro Ukitake: He's so sweet and would definitely court you as soon as he finds out. Jushiro wants to get to know you and grow with you as a person.

Jushiro sets up meetings with you to discuss your future together and to get to know each other. Although, you're both unsure about the arranged marriage, you end up being a very good match.

The only thing that gets in the way of your new marriage is Jushiro's illness. He's insecure about it and doesn't want you to take care of him 24/7.

The first thing he told you was about his illness. It made your heart break, but Jushiro was very stern about it. As you wake up to him coughing loudly and groaning in agony, it brings tears to your eyes.

You comfort Jushiro and hold him in the long, painful nights. He's so thankful for you and expresses it with. his physical touch.

Your marriage is a happy one with you two exploring each other's history and personalities.

Byakuya Kuchiki: It's safe to say he isn't happy about the marriage. He doesn't bother to even speak to you when you have meetings. You two just sit in silence, drinking tea.

It's mostly you talking and Byakuya just listens. He finds you entrancing, but you can't seem to see that. You think that he finds you plain and boring.

I mean, how could you live up to the kind of life he leads? You find yourself not to be good enough for Byakuya even after you get married.

The ceremony was nice and short and once you got back to your new house, Byakuya becomes distant.

You spend most of your time taking care of the property and cooking meals. Although, Byakuya takes no interest in them or the effort you put into the mansion.

You thought your marriage was going to be okay, not miserable. You and Byakuya don't ever see each other, much less share a bed together.

No matter what you do, it's not enough for Byakuya. At least that's what you think.

Deep down, Byakuya finds the littlest things you do to be amazing and genuine. He's afraid to show his feelings for you and to get attached.

At night when you're fast asleep, Byakuya heats up your meals and eats them. They are the best thing he's ever ate and unfortunately you wonder in to get a glass of water.

You were shocked as you realize that Byakuya actually likes your meals. That night opens Byakuya's heart to you as you confront him about it.

Byakuya explains his feelings and his past. You understand that he's been hurt in the past and you reassure him that you're his wife and won't ever leave his side.

The night ends with comforting hugs and kisses and a much better marriage between the two of you.

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Protecting you from somenone

Characters : Zaraki Kenpachi, Kuchiki Byakuya, Kyoraku Shunsui Author's notes : I was wondering about the way they protect you if they saw someone bothering you. Sorry for my little absence btw🙏 I hope you like it 😊

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Kenpachi :

If someone is dreaming of getting close to you, then it will be their last dream.

He has a very strong protective instinct and is out of control too so if he sees that you are feeling uncomfortable because of another guy who is messing with you he won't even stop to think, he goes for the fight.

Even if the guy tries to run away from him (because any sane person would run away from fighting someone like him), he will catch him and cut him into mincemeat.

You will have to intervene a lot of times for him to not go too far with the situation. He'll listen to you and sheathe his sword, unless he's in a bad mood because then there's nothing you can do.

He will always have his big strong arm around you so you're close to him and no idiot gets the excellent idea to mess with you.

Byakuya :

He is very civil in all situations, however you are a different case.

He's not really the type to show his concern with words but he sure does with actions and if someone messes with you, he'll act.

He'll walk up to you and ask if you're okay without taking his eyes off the guy who was bothering you.

He will be quick to get you out of that situation, he will hold your hand and take you away from that person.

If the situation lasts he will just use spiritual pressure to knock that person to the ground in seconds.

He will do anything not to attract attention, and besides, a nobleman must maintain his image.

Shunsui :

Shunsu is the true meaning of gentleman. He loves you and beyond telling you he will also show you.

He tries to resolve any issue with the least amount of effort as he is not one to get into big trouble.

If he sees that you are feeling uncomfortable because someone is bothering you, he will do his best to get that person away from you.

He will come up behind you and put an arm around your waist asking the guy if he needs anything from you.

Shunsui's presence turns out to be a little intimidating as he is tall and has a large build, but if the situation escalates he can approach that person and give a small warning and that will be enough.

He's not a person to warn too often and we know that if he has to get into a fight, he'll go all the way just to protect you.

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Short break

"Relax, love, I'll take care of you"| Byakuya x reader Tw: smut Author's note : I have to write something for this man right away because he looks so handsome in this new season, he always has been but now he's more🤭

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Byakuya sighed tiredly after being busy all afternoon and night, he looked at his watch and it was almost midnight. He leaned back in his chair and tossed his pen onto the table, he rubbed his eyelids and stretched a little. He had been fighting sleep for some time. You were still awake in the room waiting for him but he never seemed to arrive. You put on the silk kimono and went to meet him at the office. You then opened the office door and entered.

"You didn't need to come here, I was just finishing"- he said looking at you as you approached the table

"I know but I got a little worried and came to see how you were doing, you've been working too hard again"- you said putting yourself between him and the table

"Don't worry I'm fine"

"You need to take a break dear, you look so tense and tired"- you said massaging one of his shoulders

He looked away, he knew you cared about him even if he couldn't be more present most of the time. He was also worried about you and seeing that you were there at that time because of him didn't please him either.

You sat on his lap and ran your hands over his face stroking his soft cheeks with your thumbs, your bright eyes contrasting with his sleepy and tired eyes.

You kissed his forehead and then his lips, you slipped one of your hands through his captain's robes and lowered one of your hands to the waist of the hakama.

"Y/n…"- He whispered against your lips while holding your forearm

"Relax, love, I'll take care of you"- you said, returning to kiss him slowly

How could he stop his beautiful wife from wanting to please him after such a busy day?

You started untying the knot of the hakama slowly and moved away from him a little to remove it along with the underwear. You sat on top of him again and kissed him, the kiss felt hotter and more intense than it had been a few minutes ago. He ran his hands over your curves and down to your thighs, his hands passed under the thin fabric of the kimono you were wearing and landed on your waist bringing you closer to him. You pulled away from his lips and started kissing his neck while moving your hips lightly in his lap drawing a few heavy sighs from him. You could already feel the heat between your legs increase and he felt it too when he ran two fingers through your folds over the fabric, he was happy to see that you were wearing the expensive lace panties he offered you. It was a good investment he thought.

You took his dick and caressed it, passing your hand from top to bottom while your other hand deflected the fabric of his kimono exposing the skin of his chest to the air. He continued caressing you with his fingers as his other hand hugged your body close to him, you felt the moisture in your slit rise as his fingers moved up and down and pressed your sensitive clit.

You could hear his little moans as you moved your hand little faster now, he felt more relieved now the tension was slowly easing.

You kissed him as you removed your panties, you took his lips warmly as you rubbed your wet pussy against his tip. You held his dick and started sitting on it slowly feeling it fill you and make your insides tighten around it, he let out a sigh near your ear making you shiver. You didn't move for a moment to enjoy that wonderful sensation of having his length inside you, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly. He tried to lift his hips a little off the chair to move but you leaned on him so he wouldn't.

"Don't move please, I want to feel you inside me"- you whispered against his lips

He slid the fabric by your shoulders removing it and leaving your breasts exposed to him, he caressed them, making your nipples bristle and then distributed kisses all over your skin. You held his forearm that hugged you close while the other combed his hair, you started moving slowly as you felt your slippery and wet insides dripping. He kept sucking on your breasts as you rode him, one of his hands came down to make small circular motions on your clit making you tighten around him more and more which made him moan against your collarbone.

He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to have you moving faster on top of him, he moved his hips beneath you a little bit urging you to go faster and you did. You rested your hands on his shoulders and rode him faster now, he was feeling so much better now the tension in his body was gone. You tightened around him as his thumb was moving circularly on your clit and that was what made you come.

You stopped moving for a moment just to feel him coming inside you, he sighed and leaned you against him while running his hands through your hair, that break was what he needed. You were both tired and hugged each other.

"Feeling better now?"- you whispered in his ear

"Much better"

"I'm glad to know you managed to relieve that damn tension. Come with me, you need to sleep"- you kissed him and got off his lap

"Just let me…"- he said leaning over the table

"Don't even think about it, come on"- you said, preventing him from continuing to write whatever it was

He closed his eyes and curved his lips in a little smile, he put his clothes back on and went with you as you had asked.

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Byakuya, Ichigo, and grimmjow finding f! Reader naked?

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, Ichigo is aged up and around his twenties, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, f!reader, unprotected sex, horny thoughts, language, fluff, rough sex, biting, suggestive themes, mention to kidnapping in Grimmjow’s part, shower sex;

Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Two weeks. You had been stuck in Las Noches for two weeks now. Not only you missed your family, your friends and your house, but you were frustrated over the fact that, apparently, you had been kidnapped only because you were Ichigo’s adoptive and older sister and Grimmjow wanted to irk his rival. Unfortunately for him, you had an attitude.

The day Grimmjow and Ulquiorra dragged you to Hueco Mundo, you were minding your business. It was such a serene night in Karakura Town and you had suggested to buy a cake in the nearby patisserie for enjoying a dessert with your friends. You had not even bothered wearing something nice. You were comfortable in your ripped jeans and sneakers. However, you knew that the t-shirt you were wearing could have drawn way too many glances. Therefore, you opted for wearing a jacket over it.

Obviously, you did not make it to the cake-shop. The sting on the side of your neck you suddenly felt as you crossed the road was a clear sign that someone had other plans for you. Your vision was blurry, but you could clearly discern the cheeky grin of the Espada that loathed your brother’s guts, as he stared down at you. The hot Espada, right. But that was a detail you were going to ignore for the time being.

You fainted several seconds after the impact, only to wake up in front of Aizen’s throne and find out to be the center of the attention of Hollows around you. The show was about to begin, though. As you started yelling at everyone how much you wished they all could explode like balloons in front of your eyes, Aizen simply ordered to give you a uniform and elegantly left the room. That decision was the cherry on top. Ulquiorra did not waste any precious time and handed you a white dress that matched the style of this ‘group of terrorists’, as you kept on calling them, but you scoffed and refused to wear it.

Grimmjow was not having it and thought and trying to unzip your jacket was a good idea. As you swatted his hands away, you had to eventually give up when he pinned your wrists above your head, as your back was pressed against the wall. The sneaky grin on his face, though, dropped as soon as the blue words printed on your white t-shirt came to his vision.

‘Blowjobs are jobs too’.

Your cheeks flushed up and Grimmjow let go of you in shock. But from that day he started to see you under a different light. You had always been pretty and he hated to admit how many times he had found himself fantasizing about how his hands could perfectly squeeze your ass as you bounced up and down on his shaft. He could not control himself and his lust for you grew with every argument you had.

The fact that you were a Kurosaki, even if you did not share Ichigo’s blood, made the whole deed even better. What a way to get back at his rival, if he could dig his claws into your flesh.

On the other hand, you were not indifferent to Grimmjow’s sharp features and abs. You hated to admit that he literally was your type and that you had wet dreams about him more than once. Getting to see him everyday in Las Noches was now driving you mad. You were glad Aizen had at least given you a chamber with a private bathroom. You had to admit that you allowed your mind to wonder and your hand to wander under the shower. His sharp canines, they did numbers on your mind and wished you could feel the way they grazed over your jugular. Just once, no one had to know about that.

Now, you easily got bored in the huge castle you were stuck in. You therefore asked Aizen if you could paint some parts of the walls in the hall that had cracked throughout the time. The stoic man had hesitantly agreed and now you were trying to keep yourself busy by painting over the ruined portions of walls in front of you. You were trying to balance yourself on the wooden ladder set against the wall, with a bucket of white paint in your hand and the brush in the other.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to watch over you, but you were confident about your skills. Additionally, you had probably underestimated the presence of Grimmjow a few feet away from you.

“Tsk, what the hell are you doing up there? Do you want to break your neck?” his hoarse voice pierced your ears, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was, ready to taunt you.

You sighed and tried to keep your balance as you gave him a flat reply, your tone almost apathetic at this point “Why do you care? Mind your business”.

Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, his trademark smirk plastered over his face as her let his eyes scrutinize the way the tight skirt of your dress emphasized the curve of ass. A delicious meal for him.

“Nah, if you die, I’d lose my plaything. Come on, let me help you” he teased you, hoping to get a reaction from you.

Oh, boy, he definitely did.

Your upper lip twitched, your grip on the brush tightening significantly as you tried not to slip from the creaking rung of that stupid ladder “Excuse me?!” you practically hissed, dipping your head down to glare at him.

Grimmjow grinned and arched his eyebrow at you “You heard me. Get your ass down here, plaything”.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to help you and now, as you scoffed in indignation, ready to fire back an insult at him, you realized that you were screwed up. You never got to yell at Grimmjow, no. A strained scream left your mouth, as the sound of the thin wooden plank under your feet snapping pierced your ears. You did not see that coming for sure and so you fell. Loosening your grip on the brush and the bucket, you squeezed your eyes shut for inevitable impact with the floor. An impact that neve came as you felt two strong arms embrace you and yank you towards a toned chest.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape as you tried to steady your breath, when the bucket ended up pouring its content all over you two. You would have loved to to thank Grimmjow, but the first you did as you felt the paint stick on your hair, naked portions of skin and dress was cussing.

“Fuck!” you groaned, as Grimmjow snorted too and let you back down on the floor. Obviously, he had been a victim of the falling bucket as well. Some paint covered his messy hair and part of his chest and uniform.

Seeing him like this, in addition to the fact that he had saved your life, made you crack up a smile and shake your head softly. You two were a mess.

“Don’t you fucking dare to say anything! Let’s get this shitty paint off of us before it dries!” he grumbled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and marching towards your room. You quirked your eyebrows up, wondering why he was leading you back to your room. You did not have spare clothes for him, just a bathroom and, if he thought you were going to strip in front of him, he was clearly wrong.

As he opened the door of your room and let you in, he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, his hands already reaching down to unbuckle his belt, as you finally squealed out in shock and turned your back at him.

“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing! Don’t you dare undress in front of me!” you quipped, clasping your hand over your mouth. That was so embarrassing and you could feel cold sweat collecting in the back of your neck.

“What’s up now? Never seen a cock?” he sassed, dropping his pants down and walking to the bathroom naked. Your blood ran cold and you did your best not to turn around. He had never acted like that. This time you found yourself speechless and you could not even send him to hell.

As you heard him turn the shower on, you sighed and grabbed a towel from a drawer. You hastily undress yourself and wrapped the pink item around your naked body. You waited for him to get out ot the shower, confident that he had not seen a single glimpse of your body. But you were wrong.

The panther boy accidentally saw your naked ass through the mirror in your bathroom. The open door had granted it the full view of the bedroom and now he was practically growling in the cubicle with a painful boner. No, it was enough. This time you were going to take care of the problem you had caused.

Grimmjow stormed out of the bathroom, not caring about covering himself and making you gawk at the scenery before your eyes. He tugged your towel away and kissed you passionately, not giving you time to process what is was happening. You barely did, in fact. Your brain slowly started to process what your own body was doing, when you found yourself into the shower with Grimmjow’s fingere buried into your core.

You wanted him. You wanted him so badly and as he bit onto the crook of your neck, thrusting his fingers into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes in bliss.

“What happens in Las Noches stays in Las Noches” he purred in your ear, only to receive your sassy reply.

“It was Las Vegas, you ignorant cat” you breathed out, before he involved you into a fervent kiss that made your inner walls clench around his fingers.

‘Sorry Ichigo. I could not resist’ was your last thought before you reached your climax.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Being Urahara’s adoptive daughter was a privilege. Life was great, really, but since your father had started training Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends things were messy. You had no time to rest and practically zero privacy. Your house and shop had been opened to Soul Reapers and humans, coming over to ask for help at any hour of the day. Including night, obviously.

Despite that, you had bonded with the entire group of ‘heroes wannabe’, as you teasingly addressed them.

Yet, there was one out of them that had caught your eye and it was not just for his appearence. Ichigo Kurosaki, the invincible guy that had rescued Rukia Kuchiki and was now trying to take down Aizen, was living rent free in your mind. More than once, while you watched your father teach him new strategies and help him improve his skills, you had found yourself staring intently at the way his muscular arms flexed every time he unsheathed his sword.

You had carved in your mind the way his t-shirt emphasized the outline of his abs and you had to avert your eyes from him, when droplets of sweat made his body glisten. Your mind was wild, you imagined too many things for your own good.

You often laid in your bed, eyes closed, back arching for waves of pleasure, at the thought of his sweaty face hovering over yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything else on this Earth. You wished to see the sweat beading his forehead up close, you wanted that sweat to scream your name. Things were heated, whenever your father ordered you to help him train.

A hand to hand fight was probably going to be the cause of your death, one day or another. Sometimes, as you fought, you ended up rolling onto the ground. His hot body against yours and those flames blazing in his eyes got you weak on your knees.

Once, you had ended up topping him. Your hand way laying flat onto his chest, as you straddled him. You were both sweaty, panting, your clothed intimacies pressed down against one another. In that very moment, as you tried to stand up and shifted your position, he groaned softly. You did not fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed, or feel how something was twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers.

That had happened a week ago and, since then, you were avoiding meeting him around your father’s shop. You were too embarrassed at the thought that you had practically felt his boner like that.

Now, that infamous morning, you were relaxing a bit into the bathtub. Urahara and the others had left for taking care of some business out of town and you had to watch over the shop while they were gone. However, you were too tired and stressed out to deny yourself some self-indulgent pleasure.

Some bubbles were floating in the air as you let the warm water and soap envelope your naked frame and you did not hear at all the door of the bathroom creak open. When you heard your phone buzz, you raised up in the tub, your naked back and ass in full display as you reached for your device.

But Ichigo’s eyes, oh dear, they went wide as he ended up toppling over a vase, as he stumbled into the bathroom. You were a vision, the emblem of perfection, and he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock, as the sound of the object shattering on the floor made you both flinch.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he fretted, panicking as he tried to cover his eyes.

You, on the other hand, had dropped your phone on the floor too and had hastily slided back into the tub to hide your naked form from him. It was such a pleasurable nightmare!

“Ichigo! What the hell are you doing here?!” you blurted out, hoping a supermassive black hole could suck you in right on the spot.

“I was searching for Urahara!” he defended himself, turning his back at you and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“In the bathroom?!”.

“Oh shut up! I needed to use the bathroom too!” he snapped back, not knowing what to say anymore.

There was no way out from the carousel of shame and awkwardness, therefore you took the matter in your hands and quickly grasped a towel, hopping out of the shower and wrapping it around your body. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your shoulder brushed against his, though, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut for a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you out of the blue. You inhaled sharply, not expecting it, but, as soon as you collected yourself from the shock, you kissed him back and tangled your fingers through his spiky orange hair.

It was a kiss full of hunger, just like his hand, slipping underneath your towel and searching for your folds. You moaned softly against his lips, raving into the longed sensation you were finally experiencing.

“Let’s hope your father doesn’t come home earlier now” he rasped, plunging his fingers into your core as you lolled your head back against the wall in pleasure.

“If he does, I’ll tell Aizen how to fucking use that stupid device at his full potential” you joked, smiling against his lips.

Thinking about it now, you were so glad your father had messed up your lives with Ichigo’s group of friends.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

Drenched in sweat, you were running up to the Kuchiki Estate. Training under the scorching sun for hours had truly drained you. Yet, you were determined to get stronger and help to fight Aizen and his crew of Arrancar. When Rukia had suggested to Orihime to visit the Soul Society and spend some days together to hone her abilities, you had decided to join them.

It was your chance to put yourself to the test and, actually, even an excuse to see the new friends you had made in the Seireitei. However, you had to be honest to yourself and admit that there was one special person you wanted to see again. You had hated his guts, when you first met. It was a miracle that he had not slashed your chest open too when you tried to prevent Rukia’s return to the Soul Society. Yet, things had changed.

Byakuya Kuchiki was not only a cold-hearted, stoic and sophisticated man. He was much more than that and you had started to see it too.

He was not much of a talker, but he was handsome as hell and he had even offered you his help in trying to become a better Sobstitute Shinigami. You naturally found it odd, but you were in no position to refuse his help. However, the recent events had forced you to part ways again and you had missed him too much not to come back to the Soul Society and see him again.

Throughout your permanence, Rukia was allowing you to sleep over at the Kuchiki Estate but, much to your dismay, you never crossed paths with him. Not even once. It was horribly ironic, but you were partially glad he could not hear your soft moans in the dead of the night, when you touched yourself thinking about him and how his hands rested on your hips when he adjusted your position during a training session.

You missed his touch, his cologne, the way his chest grazed over your head when you were that close. Whenever he scolded you for being too distracted, you had to bite on your tongue not to blurt out that it was his fault. Your close proximity truly made your grip on your katana falter. He was messing with your head in a way you could not fully comprehend and you wondered if he was conscious of the way he affected you.

Now, as you stormed into the room Rukia let you sleep in, you quickly started taking off your uniform. You craved a shower and some fresh clothes more than anything right now. You dropped your pants to the floor and you quickly took off your shirt as well, as you already imagined the way the hot water would have made your aching muscles relax.

But as you finally reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, someone had returned to his Estate. His feather-like steps could not be heard at all and you simply discarded your bra too, sighing in relief as your breasts were free from any restriction. You were still humming in satisfaction with your eyes closed, when the door of your room slided up and a gasp of shock left Byakuya’s lips.

He was for some reason unable to move, his eyes locked on the curve of your breasts, staring at your nipples as if he was admiring some greek statute of a goddess. He cursed himself for his lack of decency and he felt mortified as you opened back your eyes and you met his gaze.

“Byakuya!” you squeaked out, cheeks heating up in shame as you grasped your shirt anf tried to cover your upper body from his eyes. Honestly, you had never felt that ashamed in your whole life.

The Captain of the Sixth Division cleared his throat and averted his eyes from you, his body clearly reacting to the vision he had just been blessed with. He could not pretend he had not seen you like that and, obviously, you would have never forgotten such an indecent accident. There were plenty of things he could say, but just one thing he wanted to do.

He slowly darted his eyes back on your frame, his lips slightly parted as he walked up to you. With every step he took towards you, your heart skipped a beat and your legs quivered. You could not read his mind, but his body language was pretty clear at this point.

His hand gently grasped your wrist, inviting you to loosen your grip on the shirt impeding him to admire your chest and, under the spell of his touch, you obliged his request. As the item fell at your feet, Byakuya grasped your chin and made sure you kept the eye-contact with him as he gently captured your lips with his ones.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as, standing on your toes to reach his lips better, you returned the kiss with equal hunger and gentleness. His hands, however, were already exploring your body.

The Captain definitely knew what he was doing as he took your nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it softly and massaging it with a mastery of a man that had been married and knew how to please a woman.

As the first moans were elicited from you, Byakuya stroked your cheek with his free hand and let you lay down on the futon underneath him “Please, allow me to have you. I promise I’ll make sure you are comfortable with me” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

And that, my dear, was an oath he stack up to through the rest of the evening.

TAGS: @byakuyawifey

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ~ 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 & 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 🍯

𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤkuchiki byakuya x f! reader

𝐓𝐖: mdni. 18+. usage of aphrodisiacs. vag sex. needy byakuya. food play. 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞.- some requested more of aphrodisiacs for my baby boy Byaku so here it is. I thought that a whole new fic would be better so enjoy! 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.- @byakuyandaizenwifey

“No, we can’t do that. Kuchiki Taicho will kill me” “He won’t never know. Byakuya needs some fun, and he won’t ever take the first step if we don’t help him. Plus Urahara-san told us it was safe” “God protect us”

It’s been time since the war against the Quincy had passed. The Soul Society slowly restored every crumb that’s been destroyed. Some married and even had kids. And everything was changing, including Byakuya’s world… once again.

A beautiful woman had come into his life, leaving the unbreakable captain speechless whenever she joined the barracks of squad six. Her hair, her hips, everything about her was making his legs weaker… and his nights a sweaty mess of neediness.

It was clear both liked each other. He invited her to have dinner at the Kuchiki manor, even if none of  them would be hungry. Byakuya started living alone again the moment Rukia married Renji, so this time he had no problem to invite a woman over.  However, never once his hands reached for hers in more than a friendly way…

Not until that sweet, sticky night…

“Kuchiki-sama, thank you for inviting me to join you during dinner. I adore the style and décor of your manor” you murmur, always so formal and sophisticated. You were the angel anyone in that family would love for Byakuya to remarry. Perhaps you were not a noble, but not a poor woman either. You had class, and he was amazed by your duality; a beast with the zanpakuto, a princess the rest of the time.

“The pleasure is all mine, (Name). Please, take a seat. We will be served then” he utters, always so straightfowardly and yet with a soft tremble deep down his voice. Byakuya loved the way your lips named him “Captain” but more when you adressed him as a noble leader.

You could sense spiritual pressures that were all well known to you, and you suspected to him too. However, Byakuya never mentioned the presence of Renji nor Kurosaki at his manor during that night. In any case, you didn’t consider it important giving the situation; having the most handsome man of all seireitei hosting a dinner just for you and him was enough to your attention.

You sat properly on a big chair made out of the finest wood; his gloved hands softly grazing the backrest and with it just a tiny tip of his nail grazing your naked shoulder.

His spiritual pressure was strong, overwhelming, cold and hot at the same time. It made your legs to become all bouncy, almost as if he himself had an aphrodisiac effect on you.

You bite just a tiny piece of your lower lip, and pray for your perfume with hints of honey and vanilla to reach his perfect straight nose. Maybe he is not into sweet, sugary stuff… but he is clearly into you.

Byakuya sat down exactly in front of you; And as he didm the protruding collar bones that he started showing more and more at certain point, flashed you.

A sigh wanted to scape your insides, but it wouldn’t have been proper… Maybe some other night.

A maid, whose presence is barely aknowledged by Byakuya, came in and served you the drinks. You didn’t even care about the contents, was it wine? Who cared.

“I wanted to discuss something with you, (Name). Of course I enjoy your company, but this time I have yet another purpose” he informed you, leaving you breathless. Byakuya’s back straightened, he bent a little forward with thin, soft fingers loosely interlocked.

You blinked twice, slowly, trying to keep yourself together as your pupils fixed on the way his lips slightly parted. What is it that he wants to discuss?

“Sure, Kuchiki-sama. Please, go ahead” you politely answered back, crossing your legs, pressing them harder one against the other.

Byakuya closed his eyes, so peacefully before saying anything else, just to open them again to pierce your soul with the blue shades of his irises.

“Your performance and efficiency has been outstanding lately, and I personally consider you should be promoted to a higher rank” he said, taking a sip of his cup. You felt the world in slow motion, and noticed even the way his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed the bevarage.

Honestly, you didn’t mind the rank but if going higher meant being near Byakuya you were absolutely pleased to accept the proposal.

“I am flattered, Kuchiki-sama. I would take the place you consider it best for my habilities. I trust in your leadership skills, as I consider you to be the best captain of all Gotei 13” you communicated back, knowing damn well the praising was needed when talking to such a vain -with the right to be- man.

A soft scoff came from Byakuya’s throat. He was beyond pleased. And with the snap of his fingers two maids appeared out of nowhere with the first plate of such luxurious dinner.

“Very well, then we need to inform the rest of the squad and Sou taicho about your change in positions. From tomorrow morning you will be taking the third spot, immediately under Lieutenant Abarai” he said, allowing to be serviced.

You widened your eyes; third spot… that wasn’t exactly what you were expecting… It was way more than you did. You smiled and bowed your head in signs of respect. In less than twelve hours and after some barely months of graduating from the Shinigami accademy you were occupying the third more important charge in the noble house of squad six. And that was amazing.

The platters in front of you two showed a sophisticated gourmet creation you weren’t sure what it was, but in any case it looked delicious. Both, pleased, grabbed the first bite. And instantly, you could see Byakuya’s frowning intensifying.

The honey covering gave the meat a very soft sweet gloss, however the salty taste reververated the most in your tongue. You closed your eyes instantly after the first bite; the way it melted in your mouth was ambrosial.

Byakuya, whose taste preferences weren’t exactly sweet things, felt surprised as this time he was craving for more of that honey sauce. His delicate hands reached for the sauceboat and added several times more and more over the plate.

You had never seen Byakuya eat that way, but the more he ate the more he began to forget his noble manners. It was interesting to see how his cheeks become red as he chewed, and a little drop of sweat garnished his right temple.

“Kuchiki-sama, are you alright?” you asked, risking yourself to sound disrespectful.

Byakuya swallowed the last piece of meat - bigger than it should have been for a bite – and fixed his eyes on yours. He looked fearless, as if something powerful had taken over his body.

“Ye- yes. Is a little bit hot in here, right? Isn’t it (Name)?” he stuttered, a little bit troubled and definetly showing traces of sweat pooling in between the place where his collar bones met.

“I… I am fine- it’s a little bit humid today, but… are you sure you are feeling well? Besides the heat? Maybe a fever?” you questioned, standing up almost on your own. You wouldn’t do it in any other way, but he was showing signs of being unwell.

As you walked towards him, he remained sitted and swallowing. There was sweat on top of his long lashes, and his breathing seemed a little accelerated.

You bent a little, right next to him, to inspect him from a closer position but his delicate -not so delicate- hands grabbed your hips in a snatching motion that left you gasping.

“I… can’t take it no more… I need- you” he murmured, placing his cheek on your lower belly. You could feel the way his sweat dampened your fine silky dress, and your hands immediately cupped his head to give him some comfort.

“What do you need, Kuchiki-sama? You want me to call the doctors?” you desperately asked, taking a swift look at the growing bulge on his crotch.

Byakuya pulled you closer, burying his nose into your belly to inhale the scent of your skin. He shaked his head, ruffling his long black hair against your clothes, looking like a kid.  “No, no doctors. I am ok, but- I need… I need to… I need your body, (Name)” he pleaded, muzzled.

His hands were gripped tightly to your fabrics, pulling almost in an attempt of undressing you, painfully in heat.

“Byakuya-sama, you want my body? How much you want my body?” you said, taking a little advantage of his current state. How shamefull, how immoral.

He looked up, like a puppy, crying for something that usually would never asked for. “More than anything. I am dying, I am burning. I always wanted you, but now… I can’t stop myself… Please…” he begged, as you passed your index and thumb to lift his chin up.

A smirk garnished your face. You were convinced it was all a dream, you would never see a man like him pleading for sex so pathetically and yet so beautifully.

You let him go, walking backwards. You checked nobody would be around and untied the fine ribbon that hold your dress up. The fabric slid down your skin, which was also burning, to reveal the dessert Byakuya had been requesting.

His pupils almost took over his entire eye. There was just a tiny halo of blue around them. Trembling, he attempted to stand up from his chair, pitifuly failing.

You giggled sweetly, not even a virginal teenager could act this way on his first time. But you suspected there had to be something promoting him to act the way he was acting. You were sure it was not just your natural appeal.

“Byakuya-sama, you liked the honey sauce don’t you?” you murmured, talking to him like he was some kind of creature with little to no understanding.

He nodded and from his lips you could almost see the steam of his heated, accelerated breathing.

“Very good, then… would you like to eat more of it?” you asked, bending over the table to pick the sauce and pour it all over the lands of your nudity.

In a matter of seconds, and as he focused on the dripping honey coming from your breasts, he pounced on you. His lips crashing against the commisure of your mouth, were the first drop had fallen. And then, coming down, like a beast, licking all the extents of your tender flesh.

For a moment, he allowed the honey to fall in form of strings directly from your erected nipples. He felt like a God, feeding off the eternal youth fountain. Ambrosial taste, that it was not only sweet and a little spicy but it also smelt like a vanilla delight.

He then proceeded to bite, leaving the imprints of his teeth all over your breasts, sucking, making your legs quiver. You reacted with deep breaths, squeaks and lovely moans that turned him harder and harder.

“You smell… you taste… delicious” he grunted, before being able to finally stand up from his chair.

And when Kuchiki Byakuya tops you, it instantly makes you submit to such a supreme depiction of a man. Your eyes, looked up at him whose stare become almost demonic.

“I am not sure what you did to me, but I will fuck you until you can’t walk” he spat, leaving you speachless and wondering if you would had the chance to listen to those words coming out from his mouth ever again.

You shook your head, trying to deny it was your fault. But in any case it wouldn’t matter, as he pushed you back against the table. Finest porcelain getting on the verge of destruction while your body falls over it.

“Spread, officer” he commanded, owning a soft scoff coming from your mouth. Thing he probably felt like an offense or maybe as if it was too much for his aching sex to take.

His fingernails carved into your cheeks, making your mouth pout as he let his hakama pants fall down the floor. “Is it funny to you, (Name)?” he asked, panting in between your spread folds.

“Is not funny, Byakuya… I want you inside me, badly” you purred, snaking your right leg around his tiny waist to pull him closer to your crotch.

He flashed the most beautiful -and perversed- side smirk with his eyes closed that you could had ever had the right to seen. And while pumping his dripping, aching sex, he smeared the rests of honey sauce right from his fingers into your lips.

His mouth crashed against yours, eating right from your lips the sweet elixir that drove him crazy. Tongues danced, in concupiscent ways he might never experienced before.

Alone, and by itself, his sex searched for your entrance. Desperate to feel the pressure of warming receiving walls, sliding inside without asking for permission.

His tip forced its way in, staying for painful ambrosial moments pushing over your pleasure spot, making you grip tightly to the finest tablecloth. Lips muzzled, breathing through the little spacings that barely appear in between them. Byakuya’s long strands grazing your shoulders, and the stickiness of your skins mixing with your sweaty bodies.

His hips moving slower to faster, mercilessly fucking you as rough as he promised to. Biting each other’s necks, inhaling the scent of honey and vanilla, melting on each other’s embrace. Coming once, twice and even three times more before continuing on the shower…

What was it that took you to finally succumb to mutual desire? Why so all of a sudden?

“Renji, Urahara sent me a text, it says that you had to put a teaspoon of the powder in half a liter of honey” Ichigo said, before leaving the kitchen of the Kuchiki manor. “A…… tablespoon?” Renji replied, looking right at the empty container of such interesting substance. “HOW MUCH?” “THE WHOLE JAR…” “She wont be able to walk tomorrow morning…”

And they were right, the promotion to third spot had been postoponed until late that week… 🍯🌸