#Starrk/Shunsui

[chershare]

Cher, you're so lovely. 💕

For the prompts: Shunsui/Starrk, the depths of winter?

Who needs snippets when apparently you can just write a whole goddamn oneshot?

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Spiritual energy had a lot of uses, and while the vast majority had become weaponized spells, there were more mundane uses as well.

Like not freezing in winter. He'd always held a particular sympathy for the souls who didn't have the protection of reiatsu in winter, even if they didn't suffer hunger.

An unfortunate form of equality, perhaps.

Shunsui had many reasons not to particularly like the season, and most of them revolved around Jushiro and his fragile health. Even with his best friend no longer around to have his weak body ailed further, Shunsui's first reaction was always a moment of resigned dislike. A flicker of worry that the cold and wet would exacerbate a problem that had no good answer.

Winter was tolerated, but not anything special. A season was a season, and he didn't dislike it enough to have a word with Captain Hitsugaya about it.

This wasn't so for Starrk, who had slipped out of the warmth of Shunsui's little house to stand in the yard. At this point, it looked like he'd been outside for some time, and while Shunsui had been absently tracking his reiatsu, it wasn't as if he'd really been following what the former Espada was doing. After all, it had been just over half a year since the man had taken up residence with him, cajoled bullied out of Hueco Mundo and into Shunsui's comfortable guest room.

Although the Hollow rarely actually used it, preferring to flop onto the cushions in the main room, letting Shunsui's subordinates step over and around him. He said he liked the noise, the business of it, even when someone would get fed up with him taking up floor space and kick him out.

He was a lonely thing, even with all the rest of them around. Even with Shunsui beside him.

Of course, he wasn't alone in being lonely.

Shunsui hadn't latched onto Starrk for nothing, after all.

Because as he looked out at the snow, at Starrk standing in the snow, he ached for the routine of going to visit Jushiro. Of bringing hot foods and snacks, of their seconds preparing hotpot and bundling up under the kotatsu for a game or two of whatever struck their fancy.

His first thought wasn't the amount of snow piled on Starrk's head and shoulders telling in how the Hollow hadn't moved in quite some time. It wasn't about the way he looked unreal and a bit silly with his feet half buried in new snowfall, dark hair coated in crystals of ice. A statue that didn't need to breathe if he didn't want to, completely and totally still, simply observing the world around him in a way that unnerved most.

Starrk wouldn't begrudge him his thoughts turning first to Jushiro, of course, but Shunsui himself felt a bemused guilt over his inattention.

With a sigh, he bracingly pulled his heavier winter yukata around himself - it was thankfully one of his rare days off, no Nanao to bug him about work - and then slipped on the sandals he kept by the exterior door, and hopped down into the snow.

Since it was his day off, he'd rather wanted to stay cozy inside, potentially waking to Starrk staring at him from where he sometimes flopped down next to Shunsui's futon like the large canine he took after.

Shunsui was, for all his youthful vigor and handsome face, old as shit. He was a deadly combatant and capable strategist. He'd killed more and fought more battles than just about everyone still around in Sereitei. He could walk on air as easily as the ground, and catch a mote of reishi without effort.

But of course, Shunsui was also human.

So, he slipped on the slick stones beneath the snow.

Oh, he nearly instantly corrected himself, vaguely exasperated with needing to at all, but he still had almost fallen in the yard.

At least only Starrk would have seen.

Starrk, who was suddenly at his side, the snow that had coated him - and the ground at their feet - puffing up into the air at the force of his swift movement.

It spun in a little whirlwind, drawing more chill air in around them, seeping into Shunsui's cold bones and he couldn't suppress a shiver. Sure, the cold wouldn't hurt him, but it still wasn't exactly pleasant.

Starrk's hand lifted and wrapped around Shunsui's wrist, a point of frankly icicle level touch.

"Oi, oi, oi," he shivered harder, but didn't pull out of the icy grip. "You're way too cold for being handsy, Starrk."

Gray eyes looked into his own, snowflake catching momentarily on Starrk's lashes before Shunsui could tangibly feel the grip on his wrist heating up as Starrk cycled his reiatsu. Apparently, rubbing it against his hard hierro would cause friction which gave his body exterior heat, when otherwise he didn't care about surface temperature regulation. The man was normally sitting at room temperature, his environment choosing the heat or cold of his hierro.

The flakes on his lashes melted, and glimmered in the morning light before sliding off the ends to drip away on a slow blink. He looked nice, his hair a bit more in disarray than usual from the snow and melt, wearing one of the yukata that Nanao and the women's association had dragged the Hollow out to get.

It was not a winter yukata. The shit.

The grip on his wrist shifted idly down to Shunsui's hand, their palms fitting together in a comfortable but still somewhat new motion. It was a pleasantly warm hand now, the hierro adapting as Starrk wished with barely a thought.

A tingle of affection, a different kind of ache in his breast, had Shunsui quirking up a smile despite the chill.

He squeezed Starrk's hand gently.

"Come inside and have something to eat. You haven't even tried out the kotatsu yet, and for a lazy hedonist that's a must in the winter."

"If you say so," was Starrk's reply, shrugging but letting himself be pulled along. "But you also said that about making our during the fireworks at festivals, and -"

"I cannot control what my Shinigami accidentally set on fire with experimental products," he interrupted huffing at the familiar jab. "Akon-kun was much too excited by Urahara-kun's visit, truly."

"Mm."

He shot a look at the former Espada, and received a softening at the corners of lips and eyes that could almost be the beginning of a smile. That little prick of affection twitched once again, and Shunsui gave a mental sigh as he told Starrk to wait for him for a moment.

A couple of absent shunpo had him rattling around his house for sake and snacks, and then back to the room.

Starrk had left the doors open to the outside and was watching the way the snow fell again, his sandals kicked off messily next to where Shunsui had left his own.

At least this time he was standing inside, Shunsui wasn't going to nag anymore than that. It wasn't as if either of them was going to catch a cold, both of them more resilient than they'd perhaps prefer.

As it was, Shunsui set up the kotatsu, seating himself on a cushion and placing out the crackers and fruit with no particular finesse or thought to the plating the way that Nanao or Jushiro might have.

The edges of a blanket flopped over his shoulders as Starrk sat on his own cushion pulled up right next to Shunsui improperly, but he honestly found the little obscure idiosyncrasies rather charming.

Starrk was a line of heat at his side.

He leaned into it, that heat, that Hollow reiatsu which had been anathema to him for so much of his life, and let himself think about how much he appreciated Starrk's company. His willingness to be gently bullied into Shunsui's house, into the empty spaces, to share his own empty ache and soothe and be soothed in turn.

"Hot sake?"

"Sure," slowly, he felt Starrk soften into his side, like he was defrosting even after heating himself and returning inside. Even though the cold hadn't affected him. "It's part of the experience, isn't it?"

Shunsui huffed a laugh, his own tendency to use that turn of phrase to convince Starrk to do something gently lobbed back at him.

With the ease of long practice he traced his fingers around the bottom of the bottle, his reiatsu heating the sake gently in a manner as a youth he'd bungled more times than he could count.

So many porcelain splinters.

He poured for them both, and enjoyed the faint zing of hands brushing once more as Starrk took the cup from him in a mannerless but elegant motion. They raised glasses to one another before sipping, and Shunsui sighed appreciatively. It was a good heat that bled from his tongue down his throat, soothing that phantom ache in his chest.

"Good?"

"Mm. I like it."

Shunsui smiled, watching Starrk watch the snow.

When the sake ran out, Starrk pushed the kotatsu to the side despite Shunsui's protests over his precious heat, and then laid his head in Shunsui's lap.

Ah.

Well, this seemed a fair trade off.

The kotatsu wasn't that far away, so he somehow found himself reaching over and peeling fruit and feeding the lazy bastard in his lap, who had obligingly left himself warmer for Shunsui's benefit.

Together, they watched the snow.

Shunsui had never particularly liked winter, for all the cozy traditions it held. But this was... Nice. Even without the comfort of his best friend at his side, the absence more destabilizing than losing an eye, he still didn't hate winter.

When he stopped peeling fruit to share, he found his hands sliding into Starrk's mop of hair, curling his fingers through it, scratching his nails over the other man's scalp. Starrk sighed appreciatively, relaxing further into Shunsui's lap, tilting his head into his hands.

Starrk's eyes stayed on the snow.

Shunsui had some idea of what he was seeing in his hazy mind's eye.

Lilynette had been a loud, rambunctious child with a personality twice as large as she was. All the energy that Starrk didn't have, she'd had in surplus, and for all that he was aware, this winter was Starrk's first time seeing snow, which meant -

"She'd have loved this," Starrk spoke quietly, mouth half turned into Shunsui's thigh, as if to smother his own words.

"Yeah," was all he could say. "I bet."

His hands continued playing with Starrk's hair, heart aching in various ways, even as his body remained warm, the weight in his lap a comfort.

"Jushiro loved the snow," he said after a few more quiet moments, the world hushed by the continued snowfall. "Even if it wasn't good for him to go out in the cold, he frequently slipped his minders to play with the younger recruits in snowball fights or building snow houses. I'd have to drag him inside even when he was clearly already relapsing, coughing and feverish."

"Hmm. Maybe they're keeping each other company."

Ah, what an unusually optimistic outlook.

Shunsui liked it.

They could use a little optimism.

"I'm sure he's driven her crazy by now."

"It wouldn't take much, honestly. She had a short temper."

"I recall."

The conversation drifts off naturally, but both of them continue to watch the snow fall, but now Shunsui can almost see an angry child Hollow stomping her foot and pointing at Jushiro. Arguing about a snowman perhaps, or denying being a child as Shunsui's best friend plied her with candy.

They would be all bundled up, the both of them, because of course they would be, and perhaps Shunsui and Starrk would be in this same position. Watching Lilynette chase Jushiro around a snow fort, or catching flakes on their tongues, hands wrapped in mittens and scarves half coated in snow from distractedly being dragged through the snow.

They would be laughing. Happy. Eyes sparkling with it, color in their cheeks and energy in their limbs.

Yes, Shunsui could almost see it.

And he had no doubt that Starrk could as well, those sharp eyes glancing up at him in a speaking look before sliding back towards the snow. Shunsui snuck one hand out of the former Espada's hair and found it caught by Starrk's, the man's arm crossing his own chest, fingers entangled against Starrk's shoulder.

Their grips were matched in strength, warmth seemingly a bubble around them, even as little snowflakes were blown in to land on the hardwood. They melted slowly, leaving little spots of water on the floor, on the boundary of the tatami.

He didn't hate winter. But it did make him sad, he supposed.

Good thing that he wasn't alone then, wasn't it?

With a hum, he shifted and bent - ignoring the pinch in his back as he did so - and pressed a gentle kiss to Starrk's temple. His answer was Starrk shifting to lay his lips to the inside of Shunsui's wrist, gentle against his fluttering pulse.

So they sat, entangled, and watched the snow fall, blanketing Shunsui's yard in glimmering white. Each flake carrying soft hurts but allowing also, a most gentle warmth.

The snow continued to fall, and they continued to watch.

Dreaming.

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[kenpachissluut]

Bleach Men when they make your shy self squirt ༯

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

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

Kenpachi, Aizen, Grimmjow, Ichigo ༯

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

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

Urahara, Shinji, Shunsui, Ukitake ༯

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

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

Byakuya, Ryuken, Jugram, Coyote ༯

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

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

Mayuri, Nnoitra, Szayel ༯

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

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

Kenpachissluut writes ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐎𝐧

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

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

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

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

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kyoraku Shunsui

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A playful sense of humour and teasing wit.

Wearing his haori or hat just to mess with him.

Intelligence that reveals itself subtly.

Being affectionate and touchy without needing a reason.

Showing empathy and gentleness, especially with others.

Drinking tolerance can match or outdo his

Sexual turn-ons:

Whispering into his ear while seated on his lap

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

Lazy, sensual makeout sessions while straddling him on the porch

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

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

Ukitake Jushiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Soft spoken encouragements and genuine smiles

Gentle physical affection—stroking his hair, massaging his back

Bringing him food or medicine without being asked

Listening to him talk about history or poetry with interest

Seeing you play with children or his younger siblings

Sexual turn-ons:

Tender, unhurried touches—especially trailing fingers down his chest

Sucking lightly on his tongue when you kiss

Gently guiding his hand under your robes while making eye contact

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

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

Kurosaki Ichigo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Standing up for yourself or others unapologetically

Sparring with him and actually managing to knock him down

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

Brushing your fingers through his hair after he’s bathed

Letting him protect you but also fighting at his side

Sexual turn-ons:

Grinding against him while you’re both fully clothed

Tugging on his hair when you kiss roughly

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

Telling him how big and hard he feels in your mouth

Riding him while biting your lip and watching his reactions

Kuchiki Byakuya

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Elegance, poise, and self-discipline

The graceful way you move—particularly in formal attire

Quiet loyalty that never needs announcing

Speaking refined, poetic compliments that catch him off guard

Playing a traditional instrument or painting in silence near him

Sexual turn-ons:

Undressing slowly and deliberately in front of him

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

Holding eye contact as you suck him off—subtly defiant

Leaving lipstick marks on his collarbone

Whispering your filthy thoughts in a voice soft as silk

Abarai Renji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness and unfiltered honesty

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

Wearing something tight or revealing without even trying

Cheering him on at his matches or missions

Talking dirty in casual conversation just to mess with him

Sexual turn-ons:

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

Taking control—pushing him back, pinning his wrists

Moaning his name when he hits just the right angle

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

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

Ichimaru Gin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playing his game of sly remarks and never flinching

Giving him a mysterious smile of your own

Feeding him something sweet with your fingers

Staring him down until he laughs genuinely

Reading or observing him silently like he’s a puzzle

Sexual turn-ons:

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

Moaning his name when he ghosts his tongue over your sskn

Clenching around his cock while grinning up at him

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

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

Izuru Kira

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet empathy and gentle support

Touching his hair or face with loving patience

Listening to him without judgement

Writing him notes or letters instead of saying things aloud

Seeing you defend him when he doubts himself

Sexual turn-ons:

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

Running your hands across his chest while kissing his neck

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

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

Letting him worship your body like you’re sacred

Shuhei Hisagi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Confidence that doesn’t cross into arrogance

Tracing his tattoos with curious fingers

Wearing his sleeveless uniform and mimicking him with a grin

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

Admiring his scars or voice work sincerely

Sexual turn-ons:

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

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

Moaning shamelessly when he squeezes your throat lightly with his fingers

Riding his thigh until you’re dripping for him

Sucking on his fingers while you grind into his lap

Hitsugaya Toshiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence, especially when it challenges him

Cold weather snuggles—wrapping yourself around him

Running your hands along his chest or collar absentmindedly

Letting him take care of you when you're injured

Playing an instrument or humming to yourself while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Warming his cock between your thighs before sliding him in

Leaving frostbitten kisses on his chest and neck

Gasping when he pushes your legs apart with firm hands

Riding him hard enough to melt the ice under you both

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

Zaraki Kenpachi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Anyone who can take a hit and laugh

Bloodied lips and challenging stares

Wearing nothing but a haori or his eyepatch

Joking about fucking in the middle of a battlefield

Fighting him and moaning when he slams you to the ground

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching down his chest while he fucks you brutally

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

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

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

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

Hirako Shinji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quirky humour and refusing to take things seriously

Playing with his hair or trying on his hats

Teasing him with clever innuendos

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

Kissing him upside-down just to throw him off

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding his face with slow, shivering control

Moaning his name sweetly when he stretches you open

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

Getting on all fours and arching your back for him

Pinning him down and whispering what you want him to do

Aizen Sosuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Polished confidence, intellectual curiosity

Subtly challenging his authority with charm

Wearing glasses or reading books on complex topics

Obeying him flawlessly and then seducing him with a glance

Letting him teach you something, and acting too impressed

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking his cock while you whisper how powerful he feels

Spreading yourself open and begging him to “study” you

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

Telling him how you want to be rearranged by his cock

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

Urahara Kisuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Brainy curiosity and scientific banter

Wearing his hat or clogs and acting like the boss

Fixing his tech for him with a wink

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

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

Sexual turn-ons:

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

Moaning nonsense while he fingerfucks you with wild precision

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

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

Making him beg for release while you edge him for hours

Unohana Retsu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Calm confidence, quiet control in a crisis

Precision in combat or healing—grace over brute strength

Obedience without submission; challenge without disrespect

Running your fingers through her hair or over her blade

Speaking softly but firmly, holding her gaze without flinching

Sexual turn-ons:

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

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

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

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

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

Yhwach

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Absolute devotion and confidence in your own strength

Kneeling before him without being told, eyes proud and unwavering

Speaking to him without fear, and daring to offer advice

Soft dominance—stroking his hair while he rests against you

Wearing his insignia or colours like a second skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Spreading your legs for him without a word

Taking every inch of his cock while moaning his name

Holding eye contact while he fucks you on his throne

Licking your lips after he cums on your face

Letting him use your body as his reward after war

Jugram Haschwalth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet authority and strong posture

Wearing long, elegant clothes that match his aesthetic

Obeying his commands with subtle grace and precision

Showing tactical intelligence in a high-pressure situation

Reading or writing near him by candlelight

Sexual turn-ons:

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

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

Cupping his balls while taking his full length into your throat

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

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

Askin Nakk Le Vaar

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Sarcasm and biting wit delivered with a pretty smile

Watching you experiment with food, drinks, or poisons

Wearing silky clothes that brush against his fingers when you pass

Subtle manipulation that surprises even him

Laughing at his morbid jokes and then one-upping them

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking on his fingers while looking into his eyes

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

Riding him in lace lingerie while playing with your own nipples

Letting him drip things on your body and lick them off

Playfully threatening to overstimulate him—he’ll beg beautifully

Bazz-B

Non-sexual turn-ons:

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

Revealing outfits, crop tops, battle armour that shows skin

Throwing playful punches and getting pinned for it

Cheering him on when he’s being dramatic

Letting him brag and then putting him in his place

Sexual turn-ons:

Groping his cock through his trousers and laughing at his growl

Taking charge and riding him wild until he taps out

Clawing his back while he fucks you against a wall

Sucking on his balls while he tugs your hair

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

Ishida Ryuken

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence matched with calm maturity

Wearing lingerie under a lab coat

Pouring his coffee without asking, quiet domestic gestures

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

Precision, elegance, and reading medical journals in bed

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking his cock under his desk while he pretends to work

Letting him finger you with his gloves still on

Whispering dirty praise into his ear with clinical detail

Riding him slow, grinding until he swears under his breath

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

Ishida Uryu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Graceful intellect and sharp wit

Wearing his scarf or coat and fixing your glasses teasingly

Being meticulous in your crafts or hobbies

Challenging his logic just to watch him ramble

Quiet, firm affection—holding his hand while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking the seam of his lips before kissing him

Stroking his cock while whispering how proud you are of him

Gasping softly when he kisses your inner thighs

Letting him tie your ankles with his Quincy threads

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

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Arrogant smirks, spitfire sass, and biting back

Showing your battle scars like they’re trophies

Tearing your clothes mid-fight and laughing about it

Challenging him with no fear in your eyes

Wearing nothing but a grin and calling him a pussycat

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching his scalp while he eats you out with zero mercy

Choking on his cock and crying from the stretch

Letting him fuck you over any surface, raw and rabid

Cumming from just how rough he bites your nipples

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

Coyote Starrk

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet companionship and non-verbal affection

Dozing on his chest without saying a word

Wearing his clothes and letting him see your cleavage

Soft eyes and lazy mornings in bed

Listening to his silences and responding in kind

Sexual turn-ons:

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

Letting him suck your tits while you ride him

Whispering “please” while you ride him under the covers

Letting him watch you touch yourself while you straddle his lap

Taking him so slowly he shivers—he never shivers

Ulquiorra Cifer

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Existential curiosity and thought-provoking questions

Crying in front of him without shame—he notices

Gently touching his face without asking

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

Showing emotion just for him—never for others

Sexual turn-ons:

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

Letting him explore your cunt like it’s a mystery

Kissing him without permission and whispering “mine”

Wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper

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

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @spellboundsuguru @cookielovesbook-akie @kennys-partner @sovl-society @villainsrtasty @foxycrafterofgreenwood @carnationdoe @darthwhorecrux @kryptoniteforsale

©satsugacafé 2025: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[bleachsmutfest]

“Look at you, a slutty mess. So beautiful, I want to keep making a mess out of you…..forever”.

- Grimmjow, Kenpachi, Shinji, Kisuke, Nnoitra

“I am addicted to your pussy. That vulgar sounds it makes, the sight of it swallowing me whole, the sweet juices dripping like honey, and the feeling of it soothing my achy cock”

- Shunsui, Aizen, Gin, Shinji

“Let's just sit in the moment. Let us feel connected, physically and emotionally. I have no other place to be right now— just inside you.”

- Aizen, Jushiro, Byakuya, Yhwach, Izuru, Jugram

“Don't worry. I will try to make it as painless as possible, although I can't make a promise on that”.

- Mayuri, Szayelaporro, Bazz-B, Unohana, Nnoitra, Kisuke

“Ah princess, the way your pretty pussy flutters around my tongue and greedily pulls it in. It was definitely worth skipping lunch.”

- Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Yoruichi, Gin, Shunsui, Renji, Kisuke, Szayelaporro, Shinji

“That's it, my beautiful. Cum on my cock. Let daddy take care of you. Use my cock as your pussy stress ball”.

- Ryuken, Isshin, Shunsui, Kenpachi, Iba

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. It’s perfectly natural. And you know how much I love the unadulterated, natural things about you. So don't hold anything back. I will love and cherish everything you give me.”

- Shunsui, Isshin, Jushiro, Aizen, Shinji, Rose

“Oh no! Is it too much? I'm sorry. Should have said something sooner. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to feel the same pleasure you give me. Your pussy is like heaven and I want to take you there with me!!!”

- Renji, Izuru, Jushiro, Rose, Shuhei, Ichigo

“Knock knock? Who's there you ask? Come on now, don't be shy. It ain't the big bad wolf. Just a hard cock, eagerly dripping cum. So open that pussy for me, baby. I know, I know, cringe. But you love it baby, you love my cringe.”

- Askin, Kisuke, Isshin, Gin

“Hmm? You want to cuddle? You know that won't last long. What? You know exactly the hold you have on me, woman. Don't play innocent.”

- Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Kenpachi, Starrk

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I will say that everytime I cum deep inside you. Ahh Shittt…I love youuuu!!!”

- Everyone!!!

[quintiscent]

Bleach Men Worshipping You

Content: pure fluff and (maybe) a teeny bit of smut. Fem reader. MDNI, nsfw under the cut.

Characters: Ichigo, Urahara, Shinji, Renji, Shunsui, Ukitake, Yhwach, Starrk, Kensei

A/N: This is a continuation of my last post!! Part 1 will be linked! Though this one may be longer than the rest, my brain really got going on it for no reason (￣▽￣)

(part 1) (part 3)

He would occasionally use lazy days as an excuse to lay around with you, but by lay around, he meant you sitting down and watching something with him while he used your lap/thighs like a pillow. Sometimes he’ll make excuses just to do it, and sometimes he’ll flat out ask if he could. He loves how soft they are, if it’s comfortable enough he’ll fall asleep that way. Though, he also tends to cuddle them after a long day or if you personally felt like it—he would never admit it, but he enjoys these moments more since he could be closer to you than ever. He can just nuzzle and bury himself against them, and you both would enjoy it. During them, you’d play with his hair and caress it while he absolutely melts from the affection and attention he was receiving from you. It turns his teasing or big guy demeanour into a softie who can’t pull himself away from you. The times you’d wear shorts or anything that emphasized your thighs for him—he becomes obsessed with them (not like he already was) to the point where he’d stare at them occasionally. He’s a lover, and it shows. It didn’t matter where you two were, he would graze his hand over it. If the two of you were sitting down, his hand would be placed on it and giving it an occasional squeeze.

Though sometimes his thoughts were in other places, especially when you bent over to do anything. One second you’re minding your own business, the next he has you bent onto the nearest surface. It didn’t matter what the position was, but his go to is always where he could feel or touch your thighs. He’d grip your thighs hard enough that they’d leave marks on them. He loves covering them with kisses and bites. He goes absolute FERAL for them. How could he not? You’re his little girlfriend after all. He adores it. Though sometimes, if you were teasing enough, he wouldn’t even put himself in—instead, he would use your thighs as his relief. He’s vocal and will praise you, he’ll tell you how good he feels and how soft your thighs were—how it was only for him. He’s truly obsessed with you, and you were his drug.

— Ichigo, Urahara, Shinji, Renji

He loves every bit of you, and it shows. He’ll unconsciously touch you everywhere, even out of habit while you’re in public or he’s talking to someone. It can range from the softest of touches to the more possessive ones where he gives you a light squeeze. The type of man to kiss you anywhere as well; you two could be embracing each other for a moment before he pushes strands of hair away from your face as he kisses your temple. He’s even more touchy in private—slowly pampering you with kisses and it’s when he truly can’t get enough of you. He’s everywhere on you. While you’re doing anything, he will be right behind you. If he’s at home and busy, he’ll urge you to sit on his lap while he does his work there. Anything he does, you’ll be there, and anything you do, he’ll always be there. He shows his care and praise through them. Since he loves your entire body, every intimate moment will lead to his kissing you everywhere and leaving his mark. When he worships, he fully worships you.

It’ll come to a point where he traps you under him as you fully take him. He’ll shower you with praise and tell you how much of a perfect fit you are. He’s always in between being soft and rough with you. He treats you like a porcelain doll under his touch, and he’ll never want to break you. You’re precious to him, and it shows in these acts. After you’re both spent, he’ll end up holding you close to him and kissing you all over again.

— Shunsui, Ukitake, Yhwach, Starrk, Kensei

DO NOT steal, reposts are appreciated! Asks are always open ♡

[hirako-chan]

Just 2 chill guys 😗

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ BLEACH MEN IN JAMAICA PT II

characters - shunsui , jushiro , kisuke , ryuken , starrk , mayuri , szayelaporro , grimmjow , nnoitra , tsukishima , ulquiorra , toshiro , as ndot , jugram , askin , bazz b. | pt I here! | all around the world event! |

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SHUNSUI KYORAKU - fits into the caribbean breeze like he’s been here lifetimes before. his pink kimono flutters loosely over a linen shirt, straw hat tilted low, lips curled in lazy charm. he’s not trying to experience the island, he’s trying to romance it. and you.

beach reaction - lays out a shaded mat under a palm tree for both of you. naps with his hat over his face until you run sand between your fingers. “ wanna hear the ocean from this close forever,” he murmurs.

food experience - sips rum slowly, eyes on you the entire time. tastes everything twice, once for flavor, once for memory. helps you sneak a second plate of festival bread, winking.

cultural experience - plays dominoes with locals, wins easily, buys the next round. slow-dances with you during a street band’s impromptu set.

“ let’s never go back.” he whispers, into your shoulder.

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JUSHIRO UKITAKE - walks with calm reverence, his smile softer than the waves. he carries his illness with grace, but here, something lifts the warmth, the laughter, maybe you. even the sun seems gentle around him.

beach reaction - walks along the tide with you, hand clasped loosely in yours. lets the salt cling to his sleeves, seafoam brushing his ankles.

“ this place… feels healing.” he whispers.

food experience - he is thankful for every bite, you can see it in his eyes. prefers fruit, especially fresh pineapple, which he offers you first.

“ i could get used to this, and to you.” he says, softly

cultural experience - he listens closely during storytelling night, asks thoughtful questions. gifts his wooden hairpin to a young girl who admired it. holds your hand as drums echo through the night sky, breathing in peace.

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KISUKE URAHARA - arrives barefoot, already blending in, fan lazily fluttering in hand. his intelligence is hidden behind that straw hat, but you can feel it alive, burning, curious.he’s here for the sun, the music, and you especially you.

beach reaction - builds the shakiest sandcastle just to make you laugh. lets waves crash into him, arms wide.

“ refreshing, isn’t it?” he pulls you down into the surf with him, both of you laughing too hard to get up.

food experience - raves about the seasoning, gets obsessed with jerk chicken. somehow gets invited into the kitchen and learns how to make it. recreates it later just for you. “ my masterpiece.” he declares.

cultural experience - trades gadgets with a local inventor, both wide-eyed. gifts you a handmade bracelet with tech hidden inside. “ just in case.” calls this trip.

“ the best distraction i’ve ever had.”

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RYUKEN ISHIDA - stands out in linen and pressed collars, but somehow the island bends to him anyway. aloof and unsmiling, but you notice his posture softening the longer he watches you dance in the breeze. you are the only thing that makes him stay.

beach reaction - he stays under the umbrella for most of the day, book in hand. watches you with a gaze like thunder, quiet but charged. finally joins you at the waterline.

“ i prefer the view this close.”

food experience - inspects everything before tasting it. ends up favoring grilled snapper and ginger juice. wipes your lips delicately. “messy,” he mutters, but doesn’t pull away.

cultural experience - listens to local music with a furrowed brow, until you pull him into a slow sway.

learns a traditional phrase just to say it to you under his breath. doesn’t smile, but his hand finds yours, warm and sure.

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COYOTE STARRK - moves like a man already dreaming. he lounges in hammocks, listens to ocean lullabies, and only really comes alive when you laugh in his direction. if peace had a name, it would be starrk in the shade beside you.

beach reaction - falls asleep before he finishes putting on sunscreen. lets you draw lines in the sand across his chest while he snores softly.

wakes up, mumbles, “ you look good in sunlight,” then goes back under.

food experience - prefers things grilled. eats slowly, but eats a lot. gives you the juiciest bites without a word. gets a small leaf stuck in his hair, neither of you bother to take it out.

cultural experience - plays dominoes with elders, never says much but wins anyway. he pets every stray dog he sees. lets you braid his hair while local kids giggle in the background.

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MAYURI KUROTSUCHI - looks out of place, until he starts asking questions. to him, the island is a living experiment. but around you, there’s less calculation, more curiosity that borders on wonder.

beach reaction - refuses to get in the water until he’s taken three samples. touches coral like it’s an artifact. finally relaxes when you splash him and run. he gives chase.

food experience - dissects ingredients aloud, annoys the cook. eventually shuts up after you feed him a piece of fried plantain by hand. he declares. “ acceptable.” but doesn’t stop eating.

cultural experience - trades herbs and knowledge with a village healer. makes you a strange-but-beautiful necklace from shells and wires. he lets you smear paint on his face during a festival. calls it “research.”

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SZAYELAPORRO GRANZ - stands out like neon in moonlight extravagant.the island’s simplicity confuses him. nd yet, you fascinate him more than any lab. he learns the pace of joy through watching you.

beach reaction - he complains about the salt in his hair. fifteen minutes later, he’s under a canopy with you, admiring seashells. braids one into your hair.

“ fashionable. like me.”

food experience - refuses to eat with his hands. eventually caves. shocked by how good everything is. demands science. licks sauce off your finger with unnecessary flair.

cultural experience - teaches local kids how to make colorful slime. chaos ensues. gets dragged into a dance circle, thrives in the spotlight. gifts you a handmade pendant, “ the only thing as brilliant as me.”

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GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ - walks like the beach is daring him to fight it. barefoot, shirtless, the sun bouncing off his scars like medals. but next to you, he softens, just enough to let the tide reach him.

beach reaction - splashes into the ocean like it owes him money. drags you in even if you scream, laughing like a madman.

“ don’t be scared.” he grins. “i’ll wreck anyone who messes with you, even the sea.”

food experience - scarfs down jamaica patties, licking his lips with a hum. steals food from your plate and dares you to take it back. ends up learning how to grill from a street vendor, now swears he’s the best.

cultural experience - gets pulled into a drum circle. hits hard, too loud but they cheer. lifts a local kid up onto his shoulders and you’ve never seen him grin wider. he whispers. “ we should stay,” when no one’s listening.

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NNOITRA GILGA - walks like the beach, pisses him off. but when a pelican strolls up to him and just stares? he stares back, like he’s finally met a worthy rival.

beach reaction - sits in the sand, arms crossed, muttering “ this is stupid.”

a brown pelican appears. they lock eyes. it pecks the ground beside him. he huffed, as you young him try to feed the animal. he feed it crumbs from your snack bag.

food experience - complains the food’s too sweet, then devours five dumplings. bites your portion too. “ you weren’t eatin’ it fast enough.”

gets sauce all over his chin, refuses to wipe it. “adds flavor.”

cultural experience - arm-wrestles three locals. wins all three rounds. won’t stop bragging. lets someone braid beads into the end of his hair. gives you the biggest shell he can find.

“ don’t lose it.”

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TSUKISHIMA SHUKURO - doesn’t walk he glides. his sandals never scuff, his shirt unwrinkled despite the heat, and when he stands beside you, it feels like the sea holds its breath just to listen. he blends in without trying, but it’s you he orbits around, silent and watchful.

beach reaction - he stands under the shade of a palm tree, book in hand. doesn’t rush to the water but when you tug his wrist, he follows. the moment his feet hit the surf, he lets out the smallest laugh.

“ this is tolerable… because you’re here.”

food experience - asks detailed questions about every ingredient. the cook is impressed. tastes each dish with slow precision. smiles, just a little, when you try to copy him. lets you feed him a piece of fried festival bread.

“ mm. surprisingly sweet… you, not the bread.”

cultural experience - listens to every story like he’s archiving it in his mind. helps fix a broken fishing net, hands deft and clean. someone braids a tiny charm into your hair, he leans in close, brushing it with his fingertips.

“ it suits you. keeps you tied to the moment.” at night, while the fire crackles and music echoes soft in the background, he sits beside you on a stone ledge, fingers grazing yours.

“ you make anywhere feel like memory,” he says quietly. then, almost smiling.

“ and i remember everything.”

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ULQUIORRA CIFER - moves through the island like a passing storm silent, sharp, cold in a way that makes everything warm up around him.

but your presence is the only thing that makes him pause, gaze lingering longer than the sea breeze.

beach reaction - walks the shore alone, eyes scanning the horizon. stands ankle-deep in the surf, letting the water wash away thought. you sit beside him in silence. it’s enough.

food experience - tries everything with quiet precision. stops after one bite of pepper shrimp.

“ too much.”

watches you eat more than he does, memorizing the curve of your mouth.

cultural experience - listens to drumming with his eyes closed. says nothing, but stays. a child offers him a flower crown, he places it on your head.

“ you… belong here. with me.”

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TOSHIRO HITSUGAYA - walks the shore like a tide himself calm, unwavering, with a quiet grace that belongs here. his armor is gone, replaced by rolled sleeves and sand-dusted shoes.

he guards you without words, his eyes tracking everything, but softening only for you.

beach reaction - finds the quietest spot, sets down a towel, offers you half. he watches the waves. “ predictable, yet powerful.” pulls you close when the wind picks up.

food experience - thanks every cook, compliments every dish. shares his plate with you before you even ask. his favorite becomes anything you smile after tasting.

cultural experience - listens to stories under moonlight. asks about the ancestors. dances once slow, precise with only you. touches your hand to his chest. “ i’ll remember this with my whole soul.”

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ÄS NDÖT - arrives like fog slow, eerie, quiet. people keep their distance, but children don’t. they say he feels like shadows but not danger. you’re the only one he lets near and it changes him.

beach reaction - he sits in the shade, watching crabs move. you pull him toward the water. he hesitates then follows.

“ it’s… vast.” he murmurs. “but not empty. not with you.”

food experience - barely eats at first. the colors, the smells overwhelm him. you feed him a bite of sweet plantain. his eyes widen.

“ it’s… soft,” he says. you smile. “ so are you, sometimes.”

cultural experience - he listens to music like it’s speaking secrets. a child braids his hair. he flinches, but lets them.

“ i didn’t know places like this existed.” later in the night he whispers to you.

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JUGRAM HASCHWALTH - walks the shore like a tide himself calm, unwavering, with a quiet grace that belongs here. his armor is gone, replaced by rolled sleeves and sand-dusted shoes. he guards you without words, his eyes tracking everything, but softening only for you.

beach reaction - finds the quietest spot, sets down a towel, offers you half.

watches the waves. “ predictable, yet powerful.” pulls you close when the wind picks up.

food experience - thanks every cook, compliments every dish. shares his plate with you before you even ask. his favorite becomes anything you smile after tasting.

cultural experience - listens to stories under moonlight. asks about the ancestors. dances once slow, precise with only you. touches your hand to his chest. “ i’ll remember this with my whole soul.”

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ASKIN NAKK LE VARR - shows up in designer sunglasses and bright prints like he owns the whole damn island. he’s sipping from a coconut, flirting with locals and dodging the sun, but always ends up next to you.

beach reaction - won’t step on the sand until he finds the perfect towel spot. yells when a crab comes too close. gets over it when you pour sunscreen into your hands.

“ wait, can you rub it in too?”

food experience - lives for the spice. ranks each dish with dramatic flair. nearly cries from hot sauce, hides it behind his shades. feeds you fruit with a wink. “ for hydration purposes.”

cultural experience - dances with strangers like he was born for it. buys matching bracelets for you both. leans in close, lips at your ear. “ i’d follow you anywhere. even here. especially here.”

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BAZZ B - is loud, brash, and immediately challenges the sun to a fight. he’s all heat and swagger, shirtless and sunburned and laughing like a madman. but when it’s just you? his voice drops. his fire dims into something warmer.

beach reaction - cannonballs into the ocean like a kid. “ you’re missing out!” he yells, until you join him. lifts you up on his shoulders, dares you to push him under.

food experience - absolutely devours everything like a challenge. keeps demanding spicier and hotter, until he hiccups from heat. you offer a drink. he chugs it, eyes watering. “ worth it.”

cultural experience - he plays steelpan with a local band terribly, but proudly. burns his fingers trying to help grill food. wears the scar like a badge.

“ not pretty as you, but close.” he says. giving you a shell.

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[myrottingbrain]

if you know what tf i mean 😏

[basilsimp43]

Shunsui: I didn't drink that much last night.

Ukitake: You were flirting with Starrk.

Shunsui: So what? He is my partner.

Ukitake: You asked if he was single.

Ukitake: And then you cried like a baby when he said he wasn't.

[finelinefights]

more of my bleach cowboy au (ignore how each one is in a different style lol)

[kenpachissluut]

Bleach men & how vocal they are (18+) 𐚁

warning: smut, explicit content & language, 18+mdni

Kenpachi Zaraki 𐚁

Kenpachi groans so deeply and guttural like an animal. His groans are raw and primal just like he is, but he also has no problem to let out some loud, shameless moans & grunts especially when he’s pumping his seed into you.

Shunsui Kyoraku 𐚁

Shunsui moans so fucking loudly. Totally unrestrained and not caring if anyone hears him, he shows you his pleasure with gusto. Every single sound you can even imagine comes out of his mouth, especially loud, shameless, deep moans.

Byakuya Kuchiki 𐚁

Byakuya is most of the time really silent. Sometimes you can hear some soft single gasps escaping his lips or occasional sharp intakes of breath, but when he’s about to cum he‘s a soft low moaner.

Aizen Sosuke 𐚁

Aizen also prefers being more silently, he rather shows you his pleasure with his actions instead of being vocal. Sharp in and exhales, soft gasping but when he comes he can’t help but let out unrestrained low grunts & growls.

Kisuke Urahara 𐚁

Kisuke has no problem at all in showing you how good he’s feeling. Loud moaning, high pitched groans and deep grunts. He also loves to do dirty talk with you, telling you all kind of filthy things into your ear.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi 𐚁

Mayuri is nearly all silent. He just lets out occasional rough low gasps or some shaky breaths. He rather prefers you being loud for him, showing him how much pleasure he is giving you turns him on.

Shinji Hirako 𐚁

Shinji is unrestrained loud as fuck. He does dirty talk with you, he moans loudly and high pitched. He groans raspily and he especially lets out shaky, loud grunts when he‘s close.

Jushiro Uktitake 𐚁

Jushiro moans so silently and softly, it sounds so beautiful. He lets out shaky hushed breaths and praises you all the fucking time. When he‘s close he moans softly and low into your ear.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez 𐚁

Grimmjow grunts and groans deep and roughly like the animal he is. He loves to growl deep into your ear, especially when he’s filling you up. It’s raw and intense and absolutely Porn Material.

Ulquiorra Cifer 𐚁

Ulquiorra is really silently. He barely shows any sign of his pleasure besides his actions. Some soft gasps or almost inaudible sighs escaping his lips though when he is close to climax.

Coyote Starrk 𐚁

Coyote is a deep low growler. He lets out raspy rough growls and low grunts and sometimes some soft or high pitched moans when he’s nearing his release.

Kenpachissluut writes 𐚁

comments & reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻

[satsugacafe]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Kira, Toshiro, Byakuya, Hisagi

[cheshiresense]

In the spirit of your most recent Starrk&Ichigo Time-Travel Post - Starrk: I'm not a Kyouraku. Shunsui, hollering in the distance: WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE?

LMAO. I have nothing to add, this is exactly right. I actually already had the thought that Shunsui would totally think "well there's more than one way to be a part of my family, Lovely, how 'bout it?" 😂😂

[pascha-chan]

Imagine how much money Kubo would make if he released a game like Love and deepspace but with BLEACH CHARACTERS!!

Aizen OF COURSE would be the toughest to get and you would spent all your money!!!

That's only ONE character, think about the other fanfavourites!!!

[reading-bleach]

I noticed Kubo loves to stick to certain pairings in battles;

Byakuya against guys with "love" powers and can control people: Zommari and Pepe. Both at one point yelled at Byakuya to "accept their love" lmao and to ask that of Byakuya out of anybody. Give him a break.

Kyoraku against guys with guns: Starrk and Robert Accutrone (I had to look this guy's name up. I remember him as the Walter White quincy)

Izuru against birds: Abirama and Lille final Vollstandig form

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ BLEACH MEN IN THE MOTHERLAND PT II

characters - shunsui , jushiro , kisuke , ryuken , starrk , mayuri , szayelaporro , grimmjow , nnoitra , tsukishima , ulquiorra , toshiro , as ndot , jugram , askin , bazz b. | pt I here! | all around the world event! |

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SHUNSUI KYORAKU - moves like wind through silk easy, soft, familiar. his hat shades his eyes, but not the warmth in them. people gather around him like shade trees. he never demands attention, but always earns it.

safari reaction - “ they nap in the sun. my kind of people.” laughs as giraffes stare back. tips his hat at one. gets caught watching the sunset, silent for once.

food experience - eats slowly, savoring every bite. “ love in every spice.” shares sake with the cook after the meal, bonds immediately. teaches kids how to slice fruit.

cultural experience - dances with the elders like he’s been here forever. helps build a cooking pit, humming softly. its with a young storyteller and listens like her words are gold.

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JUSHIRO UKITAKE - walks like the earth is sacred. calm, present, patient. the illness seems to vanish in the dry warmth. people gravitate to him not out of pity, but out of trust.

safari reaction - watches quietly, a peaceful smile on his face. points out birds to children, names each one. it’s humbling… how freely they live.”

food experience - praises the chef before tasting anything. eats slowly, respectfully. asks for recipes. he shares herbal remedies in exchange for mutual knowledge.

cultural experience - helps a healer sort herbs and poultices. offers.to read stories to children under a baobab tree. cries quietly during a song, tells no one why.

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KISUKE URAHARA - doesn’t walk, he wanders. hat tilted, fan snapping open and shut. be’s studying, but with mischief in his eyes. people don’t know whether to trust him.

safari reaction - he sticks his head out the jeep to feel the wind. pulls out a sketchpad mid-ride.

“ inspiration strikes.”

food experience - compliments the chef dramatically. “ you’ve captured my soul.” eats like he’s trying to memorize every flavor.

sneaks seconds, then teaches a kid sleight-of-hand tricks with fruit.

cultural experience - gets pulled into a crafting circle charms, beads, riddles. barters for a handmade knife using candy and a poem.

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RYUKEN ISHIDA - moves like a man out of place by choice. clothes pressed. sleeves rolled. emotion sealed tight behind cold eyes. but africa doesn’t ask for your smile. asks for presence. he gives it.

safari reaction - watches the predators closely. “ efficient.” doesn’t speak unless prompted when he does, it’s precise. stares at the vultures a little too long.

food experience - tries one bite. nods once. eats everything without complaint. quietly hands a compliment to the chef, perfectly pronounced.

cultural experience - repairs medical equipment without being asked. lectures local teens on precision then fixes their bicycles. hands a child a book before they even ask. “ knowledge first.”

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COYOTE STARRK - he drifts away. animals don’t flee from him. people don’t push him. he’s just there, soft-spoken, unreachable, and strangely calming.

safari reaction - honestly he sleeps through half of it, then wakes up to say. “ hyenas are funny.” one lion stares at him too. he stares back.

food experience - only eats a little then shares the rest with the local kids and they’re more then glad to take it. says “thank you” in their language before each meal.

leans back with a satisfied sigh. “ it’s enough.”

cultural experience - lets children braid his hair without comment. sits beside the oldest man in the village, never speaking. when he finally says “ thank you.” it’s with his whole chest.

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MAYURI KUROTSUCHI - walks like he’s collecting data with every step not a tourist, not a guest. a researcher. he stares at the red soil, the wild life, the skies and murmurs to himself in excited calculation. the sun doesn’t bother him, he simply adjusts his hat, tilts his head, and whispers. “ fascinating.”

safari reaction - gawks at the insects more than the lions. “ do you see this exoskeleton? extraordinary.” nearly tries to collect a beetle for study. you have to stop him.

refers to giraffes as “ decently structured oddities.”

food experience - pokes at the dishes with chopsticks he pulled from his sleeve. “ curious fermentation. primitive but effective.” eventually eats a whole spicy stew without blinking, analyzing every bite.

“ i must replicate this dish with soul Society bacteria strains.”

cultural experience - intrudes on a drum-making session to ask about the tensile strength of the materials.

the locals are confused, some amused but he gains their respect by repairing a broken tool with strange materials from his coat. that night, he documents every interaction aloud while you try to sleep.

“ they are simple… but functional. like the first prototypes of the gikongan.”

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SZAYELAPORRO GRANZ - glides through the landscape like the world is his laboratory, and he’s unimpressed “ dust, heat, untapped DNA… how deliciously raw.” he smirks. he wears all white despite the dust. doesn’t get a speck on him. not one.

safari reaction - doesn’t care for the elephants until one flaps its ears and startles him.

“ hmph. large, inefficient. but intimidating… i’ll note that.” pulls out a notebook and sketches a bird’s talon.

“ potential inspiration for a new hollow trap.”

food experience - nibbles delicately, like he’s above it all. but then samples a grilled meat with a glazed stare.

“ hmm.. savage… but intriguing. there’s chemistry in this.” asks f he can bottle the marinade and bring it back to hueco mundo.

cultural experience - enters a fabric-dyeing hut and immediately critiques the pigments.

“ primitive. yet… passionate.” one of the artists lets him design a scarf, he makes it overly symmetrical, unsettlingly perfect. he gifts it to you with a grin.

“ to commemorate my brief flirtation with imperfection.”

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GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ - charges into africa like it’s a battleground. oud, arrogant, thrilling. but something about the open sky and untamed wild starts to calm him just a little.

safari reaction - tries to growl back at a lion. laughs when it ignores him. “ if i lived here, i’d be king.”

food experience - “ spicy? good. painful? better.” takes it as a challenge, eats until he sweats. ends up helping wash dishes while arguing about meat cuts.

cultural experience - gets dragged into a dance circle. refuses. then wins it. joins boys in stick fighting games and gets wayy too competitive.

grins the whole night. “ this place? kinda sick.

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daddy i mean- NNOITRA GILGA - walks like he owns the dust. loud, very loud. he scowls at the heat but never slows down. the locals tease him he scowls harder. they braid his hair anyway.

safari reaction - laughs at vultures. “ ugly little bastards.” you side eye him. watches lions tear meat apart. doesn’t flinch. “ kill or be killed. my kind of place.”

an ostrich struts too close to him just stands there, staring. he stares back, slowly lowering his shades.

“ the hell you lookin’ at?” the animal walks away. he mutters. “ damn right.” *i giggle while writing this*

food experience - complains. tries it. says nothing. cleans the plate. argues about spice levels with the chef. he pointed at something you looked at that way, seeing nothing strange. what you didn’t notice is that he took a piece of meat off your plate.

he huffs seeing a young girl staring at his plate before letting the little girl steal the last piece off his plate. he doesn’t stop her.

cultural experience - locals redo his braid their way. “ tighter. neater.” pretend to hate it. doesn’t take it out. kids follow him around giggling. he calls them “pests.” carries one on his shoulders.

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TSUKISHIMA SHUKURO - walks like the dust parts for him poised, deliberate, a page from a story you weren’t told. he smiles, polite and sharp, like he already knows how the trip ends.

safari reaction - remains calm, hands folded neatly behind his back. namee every animal in perfect order. the guide is impressed.

“ i’ve read extensively.” he says, but it feels like he’s lived it.

food experience - eats slowly, appreciatively. compliments each dish by name. asks how to make one sauce then prepares it better the next day.

“ i’ve always had a fondness for memory through flavor.”

cultural experience - joins elders weaving traditional cloth, they say he’s too good. tells a folk tale mid-conversation. no one taught it to him. leaves behind a book filled with pressed flowers and translated proverbs.

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ULQUIORRA CIFER - stands still long enough for dust to settle on his shoulders. the animals don’t fear him. the people don’t either. he belongs to the silence here not threatening, but present.

safari reaction - watches vultures feeding. stares at the horizon until you touches his arm.

“ there is life here. even in death.”

food experience - accepts everything. eats without comment. finishes all. later, says to the cook. “ this was nourishing.” it matters. leaves an apple on a child’s seat without a word.

cultural experience - doesn’t speak, but helps carry firewood without prompting. watches a funeral dance from a distance, eyes unreadable.

says one word all night. “ beautiful.”

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TOSHIRO HITSUGAYA - walks like the heat is a personal insult. his brow stays furrowed, arms crossed but he’s watching everything. the elders call him “child.”

safari reaction - stays quiet, clearly annoyed by the sun. perks at the sight of a white lion. stares at the animal the whole time.

food experience - hesitates at first, then eats everything, nodding slowly. doesn’t speak until he’s finished. “ it was… very good.” later asks the chef quietly how they got the texture right.

cultural experience - watches the youth playing hand drums, intrigued but stiff. he ends up teaching them precise snowflake folding with paper.

they call him “ ice child.” he acts like he hates it.

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ÄS NDÖT - moves like a shadow that forgot to be afraid of the sun. he doesn’t speak unless necessary. his presence is unnerving at first quiet, sharp, watching with hollow eyes, but the longer he stays, the more he begins to listen. and the land listens back.

he doesn’t belong here. but he doesn’t try to. he simply exists, thin as a breath, dark as dusk and somehow, that’s enough.

safari reaction - watches vultures circling. smiles, barely. sttares unblinking at the crocodiles. “ they don’t pretend to be kind.” sits alone at the riverbank until sunset, whispering to himself in german.

food experience - refuses food at first. says nothing, just declines. butlater, eats a single roasted root. stares at it long after. “ they grew this with hope,” he murmurs. “It’s hard to swallow.”

cultural experience - children run from him at first. he doesn’t follow. just bows once, silently. an old woman offers him a carved amulet against evil spirits. he takes it with both hands, reverently.

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JUGRAM HASCHWALTH - moves like tradition incarnate, his gaze steady. he wears silence like a robe and discipline like a blade. the elders like im. the warriors respect him. the children don’t fear him, they follow him all the time.

safari reaction - observes predators with grave attentiveness. “ order among chaos.” silently places himself between others and a wandering baboon.

food experience - waits until others are served, then eats with perfect posture. compliments the chef formally, then again in their language.

refuses to let anyone clean for him. “ respect must be shown.”

cultural experience - joins in repairing ceremonial spears, doesn’t miss a step. trades techniques with local craftsmen both sides impressed. participates in a sunset ritual silently, eyes reflecting the firelight.

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ASKIN NAKK LE VARR - strolls like he’s on vacation, hands in pockets, shades on, smirk easy. he jokes, he lounges, he drinks it in. the locals laugh with him then realize he’s smarter than he acts.

safari reaction - “ hm, that elephant got more presence than some sternritters.” makes commentary the whole time, half-snark, half awe. gets caught alone petting a baby antelope. denies it instantly.

food experience - “ i only eat what won’t kill meee.” then eats everything. flirts with the cook mid-bite. she flirts back. helps serve dessert, steals two portions. literally has no shame.

cultural experience - helps paint tribal masks with shocking precision. crashes a dance circle, steals the spotlight. gets gifted a nickname that means

“ sweet mouth” loves it.

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BAZZ-B - moves like fire wants to follow him. Loud, bold, full of chaotic energy. be’s hot-headed, sure but there’s sincerity in everything he touches. people are drawn to him, even when they don’t understand him.

safari reaction - stands up in the jeep yelling, “ THAT’S A DAMN LION!” tries to out-roar a wildebeest. fails. the people in the keep laughs at him.

quietly impressed by how the land survives the heat. “ tough stuff.”

food experience - takes a massive bite without asking what it is. challenges three locals to a chili-eating contest. actual wins. let’s just say he definitely regret what he did. although he plays it off.

cultural experience - joins kids in building a bonfire, goes overboard. ends the night lying in the dirt, grinning. “ this place’s got soul.”

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - uhh i feel like this one is way boring..

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