#shunsui headcanons

[kiwicopia]

🌸 Byakuya & Shunsui w/Son!Reader | Bankai before Shikai HCs 🌸

❗Small spoilers for the mention of Azashiro in the novel.❗

Requested by: @lufenianwol

Note: Requests aren't open, but will be at a later date.

It struck him as peculiar for his son to gain his bankai before ever achieving his shikai, yet he knew it wasn't impossible. After all, he knew that Azashiro achieved his bankai without ever gaining a shikai. Still, he found it rather strange at first, but he couldn't deny how unique it made his child out to be. Everyone gushed over the fact that you achieved your bankai first, and as much as you might have enjoyed the attention, you knew this would only make training and fighting a bit tougher for you.

It was more tedious than anything to have to fight without a shikai. Your bankai was always your last resort, however, Byakuya knew this and often had you train alongside him to further your capabilities. He knew better than anyone that a shinigami shouldn't depend solely on their bankai, and so he devoted his free time to helping you to at least try and gain your shikai. It wasn't easy, but these things never were, and your father wasn't the same man he used to be.

Byakuya was a lot more understanding of your situation than you thought, but he also didn't see you as any less for not having a shikai. He also didn't work you to the bone during training. He took things at your pace, and would oftentimes include Renji in the training sessions.

Now, some would call your father a bit overprotective for this, but he grew worried ever since a mission to the World of the Living ended up with you badly injured. He felt awful when you told him it was because you tried to not rely on your bankai as much, to which Byakuya told you to forget he ever said such a thing. That if you need to use it, use it without hesitation. Your life and well-being mattered more to him than restraining yourself like that.

Other shinigami have resorted to nicknaming you "the second Azashiro", but you don't care. Byakuya does, though, and such a silly thing is immediately put to a stop.

If you ever do gain your shikai, your father will sport a smile so proud that it would definitely be the talk of the barracks. However, if you never obtain a shikai, that's okay, too. Byakuya won't ever see you as weak or anything different. He could never think of such a thing with his son. If you still wish to continue training to not rely on your bankai, he'll happily do so.

His son achieved his bankai before his shikai? He's surprised. Very, very surprised, but no sweat. He knows the same thing occurred with Azashiro, especially since that man never achieved a shikai in the end. That just makes you special in his eyes. Now, Shunsui obviously knows the little complications that come with not having a shikai, as well as what can happen when a shinigami relies too much on their bankai. He'd pull a Byakuya and try to train you. Emphasis on try.

It's not that it's difficult, but he can see how bored you get training each and every day with him. As much as he knows it'll make you stronger, he can't bear to see you unhappy like this. So, instead of training you to unlock your shikai, he'll just focus on improving your basic swordsmanship skills as well as your bankai. Shikai be damned at that point.

You're the talk of the Soul Society, though. People are even comparing you to the still imprisoned Azashiro, and you don't care. Neither does your dad with his little carefree personality. Sure, you don't have a shikai like that man, but that doesn't mean you're going to be like him.

Shunsui does get a little concerned when you're on certain missions, though, but you always come back with little to no injuries. For anyone who ever doubted you and your strength, because it certainly was never your father, you prove yourself each and every time. It puts a proud smile on your old man's face. To the point where he always has to brag about you. Nanao never hears the end of it.

He knows you don't need a shikai. Honestly, not with how strong you are now. Though if you ever do get one? He'd be THE proudest dad. Might even bust out a good bottle of sake for such an occasion. Though if you never get your shikai? That's fine, too. Shunsui knows these things take time. That or your Zanpakutō is quite the stubborn one.

Either way, he won't ever see you any different than him or the other shinigami. He also won't take any slander to your name on that, either, and will always bring up the fact that it's the same as shinigami not achieving their bankai. Your old man will always have your back on this.

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 | (𝐏𝐚���𝐭 1)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Kurosaki Ichigo, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro, Abarai Renji, Urahara Kisuke

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 2 | Part 3

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊‧꒰ა Kurosaki Ichigo — Oblivious Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა No, I’m serious. You could be in love with this idiot for years and he would not notice. However, he still treats you like one of the guys. Equality is this boy's motto. He picks you up over his shoulder without realising that it’s supposed to be bridal style. It’s worse when you tell him you're heavy and he replies with, “Just a little bit, but it's nothing to me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Would not notice the way you��ve dressed or worn his favourite colours for him, but if you ask him how you look. He’ll just respond with, “You look good.” before his sisters or father whacks him in his head for his boring compliment.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you cook though, consider yourself booked. He’s over every day for a home-cooked meal and will approve, and eat your food with gusto. Will stand up to anyone who says otherwise and will get into fights.

˚₊‧꒰ა He might see you as someone more than a friend, but still unsure of where his feelings stand. Book it down he’s protecting you while you sleep or go about your daily life from Hollows and other creatures. Doesn't like when Gotei 13 mentions you in any conversation and would fight them.

˚₊‧꒰ა In denial that you would like him back but hate whenever someone asks him to link them with you. Like no 🤚 you’re his even though you aren't his, but you are his. End of discussion.

˚₊‧꒰ა Gets weak when you stare up at him with soft eyes and still don’t understand why he feels giddy when he sees your eyes. Like everyone around him can tell and he's the last to figure it out. Uryu has grown tired of lecturing him about emotions, and so has Yoruichi.

˚₊‧꒰ა But you can bet that he enjoys your company despite the slight awkwardness. It makes butterflies flutter about in his stomach when you two are just sitting in silence. He has urges to hold your hand or touch you somewhere, but again, “Does Y/N like me?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ukitake Jushiro — Sweetheart Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა “Ah, Y/N! What a lovely surprise it is to see you here!” He is an absolute sweetheart. Teatime on days scheduled just for you two and if he isn’t able to make it, expect a long letter apologising for why he couldn’t attend. He really is sorry.

˚₊‧꒰ა Spending days indoors having lunch, dinner and tea and chatting away about life around the Seireitei. He’ll let you in on what he wishes for his future and include you indirectly through mentions of your interests being incorporated.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kyoraku is your number one hype man who forces himself around you both to act as a wingman, but he’s just there for the sake. He makes jokes only for Jushiro to stare at him like, “No, Y/N isn’t into those things.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Jushiro is so gentle and soft with every action. He'll politely ask to hold your hand as you take strolls through his headquarters and sit under the plum blossoms playing the Shamisen. His students adore you and allow you entry every time you visit. Sometimes they set you two up just to witness their captain go red.

˚₊‧꒰ა Hates when you have to participate in fieldwork because he knows how dangerous it is. Of course, he believes that you are strong enough to stand your ground. He might even arrange for days when you two can train.

˚₊‧꒰ა Will get a nosebleed if he sees you in anything revealing like that time when he went to the beach. The reason he fainted wasn’t because of fatigue but seeing you in your revealing bath suit. Kyoraku never allows him to forget.

˚₊‧꒰ა Anytime Seireitei is under attack, he rushes to you first, trusting his Lieutenants to oversee organisations.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kyoraku Shunsui — Heartthrob Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll make it clear that he’s the most desirable bachelor and you cannot resist his charm. If you're not swooning from his smooth-talking, then he’s going to up the scale. Kyoraku will cup your cheeks and make eye contact while charming you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t make up any reasons for his flirting and would declare that he likes you, wants to be with you and all his reasons for setting up tea and drinking was to get closer. He’s determined and Nanao has seen all the antics he comes up with in the mirror, she feels also sorry for you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Protective and has no issue is getting rid of the person…should they be threatening enough. He’s not the jealous type due to his laid–back and friendly nature but hopes that people respect their boundaries and remember that you’re his. That’s something he loves to whisper any time he attempts to charm/kiss you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He gets Nanao to throw rose petals on him any time he's making an appearance—dramatic if you weren’t aware yet. Loves to drape his floral kimono over you and sometimes leave it behind to watch as you wear it when you’re cold or first thing in the morning. He considers it his good luck charm when your scent is on it.

˚₊‧꒰ა Trusts Jushiro around you and also leaves his Zanpukato with you for protection. Poetic is his flirtatious style that makes you blush or roll your eyes, there’s no in–between.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kyoraku loves to just wear his Captain’s uniform and nothing underneath so you can get a good look at his chest and muscles. It is worse when he trains with you to show off his moves, so he pins you under or against him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Never give attention to other women now that you’re in his sight. Rejects and makes it clear, “My eyes are only for lovely Y/N, my flower.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Abarai Renji — Passionate Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა Be prepared to be treated with great levels of respect. You will never have to worry about him losing his temper or cool around you, except for him and Ichigo arguing about something silly before they start fighting. Nevertheless, he will go out of his way to ensure that you’re safe and secure.

˚₊‧꒰ა He does his best to complete all his paperwork and duties early, so he can steal away and spend time with you. Whether it going to drinks or something to eat, he does his best to make as much time as possible to be around you every second.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, you will get treated like one of the guys, in the sense that he isn’t going to be all blushing and flustered around you. He’s cool and calm, and will talk to you like an everyday walk in the park—it will leave anyone wondering if he has a crush on you or not. At the same time, the way he speaks to you is slightly different compared to others.

˚₊‧꒰ა You’ll get praise coming your way very often; never one to shy away from how he’s feeling. Upfront about his admiration which comes off as bold declarations. “You’re amazing, and I’m not afraid to say it. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Often playful and teasing, he welcomes you into the antics that he and the gang all involve themselves in. Whether it’s during training or a moment to lie back and relax, you’re not escaping his playful form of affection. “You call that a punch? How are you supposed to knock out the bad guys?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Say what you want about him having a losing streak in fights, he still has the balls to jump in and defend you. Doesn’t matter how many times he gets beaten; he always gets back up for you. And he does protect you well, stepped up a lot just for you since you’re an important soul to him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Look forward to him showing off anytime he improves or has something cool he wants to show you. You’re always the first person he comes running to because of your genuine appreciation. You’re always eager to hear and learn more from him which brings out his emotional vulnerability. The level of trust he has in you is outstanding.

˚₊‧꒰ა Urahara Kisuke — Eccentric Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა No day in your life will ever be normal from the moment he stepped into the picture. You will never catch a break, Kisuke will have you on your toes constantly guessing what next he’s going to come with. Thankfully, Tessai is there to calm his eccentric nature.

˚₊‧꒰ა Whatever you want, this man will be able to whip it up…never for free though. And no, you being his crush will not stop him from asking for something in return, it opens the door wider for him to ask. “Say Y/N, if I make this new sleeping device for you, do I get a kiss goodnight before you sleep?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll still be a pervert around you, in his playful teasing manner. If you’re shopping and he’s around, he’ll suggest all the raunchy outfits for you to wear. And should you scold or smack him, he’ll mutter something about wearing it in private for him alone to see.

˚₊‧꒰ა With his whole causal and laidback demeanour regarding your safety. While you were asleep, he was busy setting up seals to ward off hollows from getting close. Probably gifted you that necklace you’ve always wanted and placed a seal to keep you safe.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You know you’re quite the distraction. How am I supposed to focus on my work with you around? I know, give me a kiss and I’ll get started!” Flirtatious man, he is, and he never stops once he starts. You’ll be flustered the entire time, and he lives for it. However, within his flirtation, he does let you know how much you mean to him, subtly.

˚₊‧꒰ა Has a natural quirk for performing little and grand acts of service for you, given his ability to craft. You’re running low on supplies? You would come home one day to a box on your bed with a note attached. The last thing you would wonder about was how he got into your room.

˚₊‧꒰ა Look out for receiving tons of gifts, most of them are his quirky inventions. “I made this gadget that can brew the perfect cup of tea. Now you don’t have to worry about rushing to make tea in the mornings!”

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[electronicwitchcollection]

~*How they kiss*~

edited: I added Byakuya 🩵

Shinji

Shinji kisses you dirtily. Not one for chaste brushing of lips or quick, soft presses of your mouths, no, Shinj wants devour every single crevace of your mouth. His tongue will drag across your own, twirling and manipulating your tongue in ways you never knew it could bend. He'd memorise the very shape and placement of your teeth, extract your taste from your mouth until it over powers his own. He pushes into the kiss, invading your space and pushing you off balance, keeping you pinned flush againt his body until hes the only thing you can feel. His hands would wonder and explore, grabbing, pinching, squeezing anything he can get hold of, just to taste your sweet moans. It would be hot and heavy, a far cry from what would be considered acceptable PDA. He would be vocal, groaning and grunting into your mouth, hips rolling into you to let you feel just how much he wants you.

Gin

The way Gin kisses can only be described as torturous. Gin would keep you waiting, until you were needy and desperate and then he would make you wait some more. He'd ghost his lips over yours, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, tingling with the the taunt of what could be. He'd lean in, keeping you on the edge before averting to your ear, a sly grin on his lips when he hears your breath catch in your throat at the denial. You can hear the amusement in his tone, so intertwined with the almost cruel satisfaction as he whispers in your ear..  "I don' think ya desperate enough yet..". When he finally, after begging, pleading, bribing, kisses you, it would just be the next step of sweet torture. He would kiss you excruciating slow, bearly there pressure moulding your lips together. He would move away if you tried to take any control, making your start his torturous dance all over again. He would slide his tongue into your mouth only a fraction, giving you only a sliver of what you crave, building up slowly. He'd give you only a moment of everything this has been building up to before pulling away, leaving you desperately wanting more.

Shunsui

Consumingly. Shunsui kisses like he does everything else. Languid, lazy, unhurried and savoured. He takes the time to throughly enjoy and experience every facet of kissing you. While the kiss isnt outwardly passionate or ravenous.. you cant help but feel completely consumed by him and his ownership of the kiss. Shunsui's fingers trail softly over your curves, lovingly memorising every flawless imperfection on your body. He tilts your head up to meet him with a gentle yet confident finger under your chin, thumb brushing tantilisingly slow over your bottom lip. When he leans down and captures your lips with his own, your sences are consumed by him. The softness of his lips contrasting against the slight scratch of his beard. The floral smell that clings to his clothes, almost transporting you to a field of wild flowers on a summers day. The heat of his body slowly sinking into your own, relaxing you fully into his embrace. His sake infused breath would mingle with your own as he parts your lips, slowly caressing your tongue with his. Shunsui plays with varying pressures, tilting your head this way and that to ensure he consumes every ounce of pleasure from you. He exubes a lazy confidence, knowing exactly how to make you melt and surrender to him completely

Urahara

Urahara kisses you teasingly. He'd kiss his way up your neck, grinning into your skin as he feels your pulse quicken. Changing up between firm presses and barely there brushes, nipping and grazing his lip against you. He would look down at you with mischief in his eyes, teasingly getting closer to your lips, before turning your head and tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. He'd chuckle darkly at your impatient huff.. "you're cute when you pout.."  he'd husk in your ear, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you flush against him. His other hand would cup your jaw, tilting your head up to take in your frustrated look. Leaning in again, he'd flick the tip of his tongue over your lip, grinning cockily as he pulls away... "Beg for it.." . When you break, whining and fisting his top in your hands, "Kisuke...please..."  .. he'd lower his head back to your lips, moving back slightly to make you groan, smirking before whispering "good girl.."  When Kisuke finaly kisses you, its perfectly constructed to drive you wild. Pressing his lips against yours, hand squeezing your ass, he'd run his tongue over your bottom lip, playfully backing away when you part them. The corners of his mouth would turn up in a smirk, letting you chase him before surging forward and claiming your mouth. He'd groan when your tongues meet, greedily tasting you, working himself just as much as you with his teasing.

Grimmjow

Grimmjow kisses you hungrily.. possessively. You are his and he will take what he wants from you. Grimmjow doesn't waste time with teasing or playful kisses. Dosen't do soft caresses or lingering touches. Grimmjow is hungry for you and he is going to devour you. He'd grip you, fingers pawing at your hips or ass as he held you prisoner in his grasp, leaving you no chance of escaping until he was fully sated and satisfied. Grimmjow would wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to prove his ownership, keeping you exactly where he wants you as he slams his lips into yours. Sharp teeth would nip at your lip, demanding entrance, tongue forcing its way through if you took too long for his liking. Grimmjow would growl into the kiss, tongue battling with yours, forcing your submission. He would greedily lap up your taste,  tongue rolling over your own again and again, parting only when his chest burned for oxygen. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both left panting. He keeps you close, your hot breath mixing together, eyes taking in your lips, plump and swollen, parted with drsperate breaths.. looking so wrecked from just his kiss.. he'd growl "mine"

Ukitake

Ukitake would kiss you tenderly. Soft touches and gentle caresses is the only way this man would touch you. You are precious to him, the love of his life and he couldn't imagine touching you with anything other than delicate, tender touches. He would cup your cheek, sming down at you with adoration as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. He would let his lips linger, savouring the sweet genture. His eyes closing to fully take in the way his lips press into your forhead, breathing in the warm scent of your shampoo. Pulling back he would rub gos thumb gently over your cheek, so soft and smooth. Intertwining his othe hand with yours, Jushiro would bring them up to his lips, curved in a soft smile. He'd plant gentle kisses to each of your fingers, eyes locked onto yours for every one. Taking a step closer, he would angle your face up to his, eyes slowly taking in every feature of your face. He would tilt his head, pressing his lips to yours. Lingering together, holding onto the connection for as long as he could. Jushiro would press his forhead into yours, embracing the quiet, intimate moment. 

Kensei

Kensei would kiss you completely. Kensei is very much a 'if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right' kind of man and kissing you is no different. When he kisses you, he kisses you thoroughly. There will not be a single doubt in your mind that he has kissed you as good as he could've. Kensei would run his fingers through your hair, fisting it just above the nape of your neck and manipulate you to the perfect angle. Hand covering your hip, he would hold onto you protectivly, pressing his lips firmly against yours. He would kiss your top lip softly before kissing your bottom lip harder. Tugging your hair slightly in a silent command to open your mouth, Kensei would tilt his head to fit against you seamlessly. He would start out slowly, savouring the feel and taste of your tongue swirling around his own. With a grunt Kensei would pull you closer, deepening the kiss, leaving no part of your mouth without his attention. He would loosen his hold on your hair, gently cupping the back of your neck as he slows down the kiss. Leaving you feeling fully and completely kissed. 

Byakuya 

Byakuya kisses you like it’s the last time. Byakuya knows the pain of loosing the one you love, the heartache of knowing what that last kiss feels like. When he kisses you, he kisses you with everything. He would cup your cheek gently, tilting your head up just right to be able to look deep in your eyes. He would brush your hair behind your ear and  lower his lips to yours, pouring all his love and affection into the soft kiss. Not leaving you any doubt just how much this man adores you. Byakuya would pull you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he deepens the kiss. Gently coaxing your lips apart and sensually brushing his tongue against yours. Committing to memory your taste, the feel of you, your scent. When you part he’d keep you close, breaths mingling between you as you steady your breathing, before resting his forehead against yours. 

[katsuma6]

Hi there ✨

Can I request bleach men receive a very passionate/needy kiss from s/o in a public space or in front of someone else. Like for instance it was just supposed to be a peck on the lips but a/o couldn’t control themselves.

Characters (in order of importance): Byakuya, Shunsui, Ichigo, Jushiro,Toshiro.

If this is too many please remove characters started from the back.

Kissing Bleach men in a public setting. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

Byakuya:

Byakuya has been very busy. Keeping up with his squad, paper work, and Captains meetings.

One day Byakuya was leaving a Captains meeting and he spotted you. You were standing there, patiently waiting for him.

"Were you waiting long, love?"

You smile, shaking your head. "Not at all."  You noticed the other captains walking by the two of you but, you didn't care. You walked right up to him, holding his calm gaze. "I really miss you." You mumbled before leaning in. He happily met your lips, kissing you back. They're warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing you tongue to slip inside. Byakuya quickly pulled away. He doesn't show it but, he's extremely flustered.

"Y/n, please, no out here."

You frown, taking a small step back. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." Byakuya noticed your disappointed face and took your chin in his hand. "I promise. Tonight is about you. No work."

Shunsui:

Shunsui does not mind pda. He loves showing what's his in a respectful manner.

Things are busy in the Soul Society but, sometimes he sits around with squad mates having a drink.

You sit beside him contently, listening to the different conversations and shared laughter. Your eyes meet his and he smiles warmly. "Can I have a kiss?" You whisper while the squad mates are chatting. Shunsui beams before leaning in. "Of course." Your lips press together and instantly, you melt. You need more. Your tongue pressed between his parted lips in ticklish kitten licks. You can feel him tense slightly but, he allows it for a moment longer before pulling away. You can't help but pout when he does.

"I thought you meant a kiss sweetheart. Didn't know you wanted to swallow me." He chuckles. You feel heat spread across your face.

Ichigo:

This man gets flustered. Very easily. Especially when it comes to you. It's a normal day when Ichigo and his friends decide to hang out and have lunch together. You were going to meet up the group. Upon your arrival, you see your boyfriend patiently waiting for you. He's standing beside his friends, smiling. All you can think about is how handsome he looks. He opens his arms wide to greet you with a warm hug. Your bodies pressed together. He smiles down at you and you lean in just a bit closer. Taking the hint, he leans down and your lips mash together.

But you decided to kiss him like you've never kissed anyone before. Soft and hot. Not trying to win a battle but, seeking union and closeness. The moment your tongue touches his, he pulls away with a very red face. You can't help but giggle when Keigo whistles.

Jushiro:

The most respectful and caring man. He loves you with all of his heart. His doesn't mind a little pda. Hand holding, hugging, and maybe small kisses.

But something is different this time. You haven't seen Jushiro a lot lately due to the Soul Society being hectic. You noticed him standing and talking amongst some squad members. Nothing serious, just casual conversation. You excitedly walk up to him and stand patiently beside him. He smiles, gentle grazing your hand. His eyes land on you once the squad members talk amongst themselves. "I found you." You mumble softly. "I miss you."

"I'm sorry I've been so busy. I promise to make it up to you." He reassures, looking towards his squad mates. "If you give me a kiss, maybe I'll forgive you." You joked in a whisper. Jushrio laughed softly before leaning down to kiss your cheek but, you quickly turned your head and pressed your lips to his. Your hands gripped tight to his sleeves. Jushiro was filled with deep astonishment once his felt your lips becomes sloppy. He pulled away but you leaned back in. "Just one more," you whisper against his lips. He pulled away once again, keeping his eyes trained on yours. "We can't do this in front of our squad mates." He mumbled. Judging by the light pink hue in his cheeks, you definitely caught him off guard.

Toshiro:

It's training day for squad 10 and Toshiro doesn't miss the opportunity to join the rest of his squad. Not only does he watch but, he'll spar with members. You were heading off to catch up with some friends and before you left you had to see your hard working boyfriend.

Toshiro was sweaty. Strands of hair sticking to his forehead. You couldn't help but think how incredible he looks. "Toshiro!" You call. He turns his head your way and smiles. "I'm leaving now. Just wanted to say goodbye."

"I'd hug you but I'm gross." He mumbles. You playfully roll your eyes, embracing him anyways. "It doesn't bother me." You looked up at him, his head cocked slightly to the side. "Can I have a kiss?"

His face heats up at your question but he would never turn you down. He leaned forward slowly until meeting your soft lips. You took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His body stiffened and you couldn't help but smile against his lips. "This isn't the right time for that." He whispered. "You one more. Please?" You begged. Toshiros face grew more red as you leaned in and slipped your tongue between his lips. Clinging to him like it's your last goodbye. Rangiku squealed. "Captain! Get a room!"

Toshiro pulled away, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. You smiled innocently. "Alright, get going. I'm all yours later." He mumbled, looking away. Unable to hold your gaze.

[cheshiresense]

In the Ichigo & Starrk time travel 'verse I'm just picturing Ichigo registering for the academy like "I'm Ichigo. From the rukongai. No last name" and then kaien popping up like "he's a Shiba!!!" And the people there looking at each other and whispering like "ohhhh he wants to be independent and not rely on his family name!! How sweet!!!" and then Ichigo just sighing. XD

LMAO with his luck, this is exactly what happened.

Meanwhile Starrk's over there in the corner filling out his application forms and thanking every god he wants to beat up I find it rly funny to imagine he has this passive-aggressive grudge against Mimihagi for a variety of reasons that he in no way, shape, or form resembles any of the five big clans. But it would also be really funny to me if people at the admin desk looked at him, and then looked twice, and then looked thrice, and then be like "You sure you're not a Kyouraku?", because let's face it, he really does look a bit like Shunsui. Like it's not immediately noticeable the way Ichigo is with the Shibas, but if Starrk and Shunsui showed up and claimed they were blood-related, probably no one would doubt it.

And at any other time, people might not think of the possibility, but there just so happens to be a Kyouraku relative - even if she's just a bastard - attending the Academy at the moment, and all the teachers and staff are always made aware of any clan children in their halls. The Kyouraku Family isn't one of the Big Five, they're a Lower Noble House and also not a Shinigami-oriented clan, more politicians and scholars and even artisans than soldiers, but they're old and prestigious and the highest-ranked out of all the Lower Noble Houses, so the Academy paid attention when one of them decided to become a Shinigami for the first time in centuries. She ends up being a disappointment with none of her cousin's talent or charisma or wit, and the Eighth Division captain hasn't pushed hard enough for them to really show her any favouritism, but they've still kept an eye on her to make sure the bullying doesn't get too bad and she doesn't fall too far behind, lest they bring her family's wrath down on them, because it doesn't seem like most of her clan cares about her but who even knows with nobles and the things that set off their sense of pride.

But that means Starrk's looks immediately ring a few bells when he shows up. Of course, he denies it; unlike Ichigo, he really doesn't have any relation to the Kyourakus, although even back in their own timeline, a few people had made that mistake when they didn't know he was a Hollow, had thought he was some Kyouraku relative Shunsui had dug up to help out, because not everyone who goes through the Academy becomes a Shinigami, sometimes they're clan members who go home afterwards to guard the family and continue their own training there, plus with Starrk's strength and skill set - 1) powerful, and 2) sharing quite a few similarities to Shunsui's so it's not even just their looks - it had actually been more far-fetched to a lot of people for him to have just been some random nobody than to be a member of this powerful clan.

But no, no blood relation, just a quirk of fate. Still, the Academy notes his name down and makes sure to keep more tabs on his progress than they would an average Rukongai student. And alright, the teachers can be overly biased or overly indifferent depending on the student but they're not actually stupid, and yeah, for a while, it's Shiba Ichigo who takes up all their attention because Ichigo blows all the other students out of the water and skyrockets straight up to a category of genius nobody's ever seen before, even more impressive than his lieutenant cousin and slated to graduate in a year. It helps (Ichigo: "No it fucking doesn't.") that Kaien is constantly buzzing around making sure Ichigo is treated like a prince befitting of a Great Noble House so no one dares make his life difficult. Well, Koyonagi would probably dare, but fortunately (Ichigo: "No it fucking isn't."), he likes Ichigo enough to not hamper him in any way, even if he does come up with all sorts of annoying tasks to heap on Ichigo "for extra credit" (Ichigo: "For his own entertainment.").

Starrk in the meantime is about as entertained by all this as a passively suicidal grieving widow war vet can get, and he makes no effort to hide it every time Ichigo comes to hide in his room and bitch to him about it, because really, it's partly the kid's own fault for not knowing subtlety even if it shoots him in the face. It's harmless enough anyway so long as Ichigo doesn't stand out more than he already has, so Starrk doesn't see a problem with kicking back and enjoying the show. Right up until the novelty of a prodigal Shiba starts wearing off on the Academy teachers because it's not like they've never seen geniuses before even if this one is a little more unique. So the turn their attentions elsewhere and suddenly realize that the guy who might be another bastard Kyouraku and spends more time asleep than awake have some really interesting grades when they look at them altogether at the end of term. Average in everything—so average it's suspicious, meaning Starrk either has the weirdest luck in the universe or he's literally calculating everything he's doing in class to make sure he always falls within a very specific range. Koyonagi had already noticed of course, and he's checked all the boxes that would jump Starrk up to sixth year starting next semester, but the other teachers catch on quickly enough too, and then they also start taking a fourth and fifth look at him.

Now it's Ichigo's turn to be Very Amused. Shouldn't have laughed at his suffering, huh? Karma's a real bitch.

Starrk is Not Amused, but also he can be just as stubborn as Ichigo, even if it's in the opposite direction. Ichigo very stubbornly isn't willing to be held back, he can do more as an official member of the Gotei, and slogging through six years at the Academy is just wasting time. If he has to graduate in the least amount of time possible and thereby be seen as a genius anyway, he might as well put himself out of his misery early and get that out of the way right off the bat. At least then, by the time he graduates, some of the shine will have hopefully worn off for the masses after they've gotten used to him.

Likewise, Starrk very stubbornly isn't willing to be anyone's show pony. Ichigo isn't either, but Ichigo's solution is to just ignore the fact that he sort of is, for the sake of exempting himself from fatal boredom. In contrast, Starrk 100% doesn't mind going to lectures when nobody can stop him from sleeping through them anyway, and he always turns in his homework on time and never fails his tests either so the teachers can't complain. The training sessions in the practical courses are more annoying but he doesn't usually have to do much there either, especially once he's jumped to the sixth-year courses where the teachers teach less and more often pair them up for spars or take them to fight very low-level Hollows they've captured instead. And since he's been noticed now, he doesn't care about maintaining average scores anymore because once you finish your spar or kill your assigned Hollow, you get to sit around and do nothing until everybody else is done, which suits Starrk just fine.

Koyonagi calls him to his office a couple more times, but as Starrk expects, the man grows increasingly bored with Starrk's lack of a reaction to anything he says. He even pokes at him from the "bastard Kyouraku abandoned in the Rukongai" angle, which almost makes Starrk laugh, because from a hierarchical standpoint, and to all these proudly intolerant Shinigami, even an unwanted bastard disowned from a noble clan would already be several steps up from what Starrk actually is.

There's no substance to this insult anyway, because Starrk really isn't a Kyouraku, and what does a Hollow care about noble blood or lack thereof? Koyonagi takes his shot in the dark and misses, and maybe he sees the amused pity that even Starrk can't quite hide this time, because the man's own eyes go flat with displeasure, for once probably aimed more at himself than Starrk because men like Koyonagi don't like making such crude mistakes. He dismisses Starrk and never calls him back again, although Starrk thinks that might have something to do with Ichigo, who hasn't been best pleased for a while now about Koyonagi harassing Starrk in a way that's completely different from his own harassment, and everyone knows - or will soon discover once again - that it's all fun and games until Ichigo puts his foot down. Either way, Koyonagi gives up trying to make Starrk prey, and Starrk chats his way past the Academy chefs one evening to make a spicy mentaiko udon just for Ichigo as thanks.

So in the end, they both think that's the end of that. Ichigo still has his fair share of secret admirers and envious onlookers and background sycophants looking for an easy ride into the Gotei, but his prickly disposition wards off most of them, and Starrk's flat, indifferent gaze from over Ichigo's shoulder - like he could bury you tomorrow and forget you ever existed the moment it's done - scares away the rest.

And Starrk is likewise acknowledged as another genius, but he's so unmotivated about doing anything with that genius that most of the other students don't really notice, and it's hard for even the teachers to make a big deal out of it. Eventually, they stop trying to galvanize him into displaying more of his abilities, if only to catch a squad's attention, and just let him do what he wants. Geniuses, what can you do? Each one is quirkier than the last.

So that's the end of that.

Except-

Quietly, in the background, possibly Koyonagi's roundabout way of revenge, possibly just the Shinigami's inexplicable attachment to all things bloodlines and pedigrees, the Academy comes to the enlightened conclusion that Starrk must be a Kyouraku. Maybe a branch member who doesn't want attention - seems very Starrk - or he really had been disowned, or there's some other circumstance they're not aware of, but nobility is full of drama so it could be anything. Whatever it is, they collectively agree that this assumption must be true, and over the course of the passing months, it becomes an acknowledged fact that nobody really talks about.

Starrk is lazy, but he's not unpleasant to be around. Who doesn't like an intelligent student? He's also polite, always patient when teachers flag him down for yet another chat despite refusing all opportunities to show off a little, and the Academy chefs adore him because that man can cook - his future wife will be very lucky - and he always has time to trade recipes with them. And on the occasions where some of the youngest students who'd shared classes with Starrk back in the first term approach him with questions on one subject or another, Starrk would frown and sigh a lot, but he would also sit down and answer them one by one, indulgent in a way people wouldn't expect just by looking at him.

If he really is a disowned bastard, well, privately they think that's the Kyourakus' loss, but it also means that it's probably a pretty sensitive topic to Starrk, as these things tend to be, so it's better not to throw it in his face. They're not Koyonagi after all.

(They don't understand for quite a while to come why Koyonagi always rolls his eyes and leaves the room whenever they talk about it amongst themselves.)

To be fair, they really can't be wholly blamed for coming to this conclusion despite all lack of solid evidence and testimony.

First of all, Starrk really does share a physical likeness with the Gotei 13's very well-known Eighth Division captain. Their builds are different - one broad, the other lean - but they're both tall with high cheekbones, and they share the same colouring, grey eyes and brown hair and light skin. In that, Fujiwara's the exact same way, and she is a Kyouraku branch member. It's just even more obvious with Starrk because he's male, plus a few of the Academy teachers have been around long enough to still remember Shunsui before he'd grown his hair out, and Starrk resembles that version even more.

Secondly, and this was less conspicuous, but the teachers had even dug out some of Kyouraku Shunsui's very old, very dusty papers from his Academy days for comparison.

In terms of personality, the two are almost complete opposites. One flamboyant, the other solemn. One outgoing, the other reserved. One a flirt who socializes enough for ten, the other would rather stay in bed and sleep the day away. It's just that Starrk is surprisingly good with people when he tries, and some can recall that even Kyouraku Shunsui had had his moments of quiet contemplation, which only puts more stock in the familial tie theory.

But it's in terms of mindset that really drives it home for them, because when it comes to the way they look at the world, they sync up to an almost frightening degree.

They unearth the captain's old papers from the library archives, and it's been years, centuries, but Shinigami don't tend to change much. If anything, Kyouraku Shunsui’s essays read more immaturely than Starrk’s, but the foundational reasoning from both men is solid.

They review them, and then they look at Starrk's again, and Starrk might leave questions blank on homework and tests but he's never skimped on answers when he does turn them in, and a lot of those questions are essay topics - similar enough even between Kyouraku Shunsui's generation and the current one to make a fair comparison - about hypothetical situations on the battlefield, in a fight, if you meet an ally, if you meet an enemy, if you have to choose who to save, if you have to choose who to let die—what would you do?

The respective responses are evidently written by two different people, well-debated and well-presented, but at the same time, even hundreds of years apart, their opinions and strategies and perspectives and choices on almost every single topic are near-interchangeable.

(They can't have known that Starrk had spent seven years at Shunsui's side, watching him lead, watching him fight, watching him wage a war and command his soldiers and protect his people to the best of his ability... and ultimately fail. They can't have known that he'd spent one final year leading the gutted remains of a Gotei in Shunsui's name to the best of his own ability... and also fail in all the ways that had mattered. They can't have known that even before those years, the two of them had met across a battlefield and crossed minds as much as blades, and even then, they hadn't felt like strangers to each other.)

[AUTHOR INTERRUPTS TO SAY I actually didn't want to mention Starrk's Zanpakutou like this because I have a whole thing planned out for it, as in I was insane enough one day and spent an entire afternoon creating a Bankai for him, but I also think some of you guys have probably guessed at least a bit of what his Zanpakutou looks like since I've dropped a few hints in previous snippets, so whatever, I'll just confirm its sealed form now. I guess this officially makes this snippet not part of the AU though cuz I originally had him not revealing his Zanpakutou until like a year after he graduates, post-time travel reveal. And going forward, he'd be meeting Shunsui differently here since originally their first meeting is at one of Asuka's tutoring sessions. But whatever, you can just go with whichever version you like best. Anyway, let's get on with my increasingly off-topic snippet lmao, sorry Anon.]

And last but most definitely not least, even disregarding everything else, Starrk's Zanpakutou alone is simply a Glaringly Obvious Sign From The Heavens. It's not that people from the same family always share similar Zanpakutou, but it's not exactly uncommon either—just look at the Shibas, they all have elemental Zanpakutou, and the newest one will probably go the same way; the Kuchikis have katanas with identical guards and always a white hilt or sheath; and not a single member of the Feng family that's passed through the Academy has ever left with anything but a wakizashi.

It's especially hard not to make certain connections that lead to the most obvious conclusion when everybody knows that Kyouraku Shunsui is the only Shinigami in living memory to wield a Zanpakutou that exists as two separate blades in its sealed form.

And now there is another.

The first time Starrk had finally removed his Zanpakutou - his entire Zanpakutou - from that wooden case he always carries around over one shoulder for a Zanjutsu assessment compulsory for graduation, the entire room had first gone dead silent, then burst into an uproar. Thankfully, it was a private assessment so there'd only been Starrk and several teachers inside.

They'd all thought they'd seen his Zanpakutou before - after all, he has to use a weapon in his Zanjutsu classes - but apparently, he'd always only taken one blade out for training.

A katana and a wakizashi, a daishou pair, each with a pale gold hilt, a darker gold sheath, and a blue-grey rectangular guard decorated by a sun design. Almost exactly like Kyouraku Shunsui's tachi and wakizashi, with their dark blue hilts and gold rectangular guards decorated by cherry blossom petals.

The meaning of it all could not possibly be clearer. At this point, if they're not family, they would have to be the kind of soulmates you would only find in one of those ridiculously sappy unrealistic romance novels.

(They can't have known that sometimes fate likes its jokes a little too much, and its favourites have always been the butt of them.)

Miracle of miracles, the pseudo-secret of Starrk's Zanpakutou doesn't leak right away. Starrk obviously doesn't want the attention for one reason or another, and the teachers have no real cause to spread it around so they don't. For one, they like him enough to cater to his very simple wishes, and for another, this man is clearly going to be a very powerful Shinigami one day, very likely to snag a captaincy sooner or later, and every noble clan is the same—if Starrk really is disowned, once the Kyouraku Family gets wind of what he can do, he won't be for much longer. And on top of all that, Starrk seems to be friends with the Shibas' most recent pride and joy; that's a connection that will get him far even without his own clan's backing. The Academy doesn't have much to do with the goings-on in the Gotei 13 or the government or the courts of aristocracy, but there's no need to make enemies when they don't have to.

Then comes the day Kyouraku Shunsui himself comes around for a visit.

This in itself is not new. The only career Shinigami from the Kyouraku Family isn't one to throw his weight around too much the way a lot of the other clans like to do for their kin, but he still checks up on his cousin two or three times a year, which in their opinion is already pretty admirable considering Fujiwara is not only from about as distant a branch as one can get, but also illegitimate, out of favour with her clan, and... well, painfully average in a way that means they all have to wrack their brains for compliments every time the captain shows up to ask about her.

Fortunately, for the first time since he'd taken up a position at the school, Koyonagi had done them all a favour and assigned her a tutor capable of working miracles, and so they can very happily and very honestly tell Kyouraku Shunsui all about the leaps in progress Fujiwara has made over the past several months.

The captain listens with a smile that's equal parts amicable and unfathomable, nodding in all the right places. He thanks them for their hard work even as he rakes a discerning eye over them that has them all sweating internally, but at least he also seems willing enough to not make things difficult for them now that Fujiwara is thriving under Shiba Ichigo's protection.

And that should've been it. That would've been it if Akabane Shiina, head of the Kidou department and arguably Starrk's favourite because he actually stays awake in her classes - he's certainly her favourite if the way she gushes about his gloriously tricky projects to a very resentful audience in the staffroom is anything to go by - suddenly bursts out just as the captain is making to leave:

"Are you not going to ask about your other relative?" She demands, her voice gone strident with righteous indignation. "Is it because he really was disowned and cast out into the Rukongai? But he is still better than Fujiwara!"

Shiina has no eyes for anyone without talent in Kidou. She doesn't have a problem with Fujiwara, and in fact, out of the four combat forms, Fujiwara is best at Kidou, although that might not last with the way she's catching up in all the other fields under Shiba Ichigo's tutelage, and Shiba Ichigo is notoriously slow at Kidou so he can't teach her anything in that area. But even on her own, Fujiwara's competency in Kidou is enough to meet all graduation requirements, and she'd even done fairly well in the fourth-year course Shiina had taught last year, certainly better than all her other subjects. However, she doesn't have the kind of flair for it that Shiina values.

Starrk does. And Shiina apparently does not appreciate her favourite pupil being dismissed out of hand just because he's considered one step lower on the social ladder than Fujiwara. Sure, Starrk is far more talented than Fujiwara; he's the last person anybody needs to worry about when it comes to graduating. But that's just all the more reason he deserves at least passing acknowledgement from a captain. And yet Kyouraku Shunsui can show concern for a neglected bastard but not a disowned bastard? Don't make her laugh.

Her temper has always been a straightforward creature, and so she ignores her colleagues' frantic squinting and meets Kyouraku Shunsui's gaze head-on when he pauses and then turns back, except he looks... entirely puzzled.

"Other relative?" The man echoes, looking genuinely baffled. "Did my clan send another child to the Academy? Maa, I wasn't informed. And Asuka-chan hasn't mentioned anything to me either."

A moment of silence follows. Shiina glares suspiciously at the pink-clad captain, who waits her out with the same unflappable calm Starrk pulls out whenever Shiina gets too excited about a Kidou seal and babbles for half an hour straight.

And she's supposed to believe these two have no relation to each other?

"He is not a child," She finally says. She doesn't know how old Starrk is, but it's very obvious he has at least several hundred years under his belt. He makes her feel young sometimes, and she's almost four hundred years old. "He came here from the Rukongai, with Shiba Ichigo."

She watches the way Kyouraku's eyes flicker as he takes in this information, but he doesn't emote anything except mild curiosity.

"Ah, I think I've heard a few things about Ichigo-kun's companion," Kyouraku muses. "Coyote Starrk, wasn't it? Also slated to graduate by the end of the year? But I'm afraid my clan definitely doesn't have a branch family by that name."

Well obviously, if he'd been disowned. He'd probably picked it for himself.

Kyouraku smiles a bit at whatever expression has crossed Shiina's face. It should be a scathing one. It feels scathing.

"But now I'm curious," Kyouraku continues, one hand reaching up to tilt his hat up. "For everybody-" His gaze sweeps the room, making everyone straighten in their seats. "-to think he's related to me of all people—we must be very obviously alike in some way."

Shiina scoffs, unimpressed. In some way? Try in every way.

But, at least he hasn't been ignoring Starrk on purpose. Mentally, Shiina grudgingly returns the 50 points she'd docked from him earlier.

She's about to interrogate him about what he's going to do about his curiosity - so help her, if he finds out Starrk really is family, then lets Starrk know that he knows now, and then rejects him for being disowned, captain or no, she's going to make him pay - when one of her colleagues, Koyonagi's gopher actually, because the man himself couldn't be bothered to show up, so as always, he'd sent his nominal vice-department head, interrupts.

"Are you certain you’ve never met?" The man blurts out like he can’t help himself. Especially now that Shiina’s fielded the hard part, and Kyouraku hasn’t taken offense. "Surely you've discussed his essays at least!"

Kyouraku arches an eyebrow. "I can't say I have. But what makes you say that?"

The Zanjutsu teacher flounders. The sixth-year Philosophy teacher is less unprepared and simply pulls out a folder, only about a third full, but they still have a little over a month to go. At least it lets the teachers spread them out a bit instead of having to read them all at once at the end. It was the original reason for the meeting today before Kyouraku had dropped by—going through some of these papers while their workload is still relatively light.

There is an essay question assigned to every student at the beginning of their final year at the Academy. Unlike all other assignments, this one must be completed in order to graduate whether or not your grades are up to par. Students have the whole year to finish it, but it can be handed in anytime.

It's long been said that the the essay question is something Yamamoto Genryuusai himself had come up with, originally posed to his two personal students hundreds of years ago, and unlike all other topics where the details would at least be switched up from year to year, this one has never changed since it had first been included in the curriculum.

To defend honour or to protect life—which should a Shinigami of the Gotei 13 choose to uphold? Why? Which would you choose? Why?

There is actually no correct answer. So long as the paper is written with some thought put in, it’s an automatic pass. But every year without fail, the lieutenant of the First will come by and cart the whole pile away. Nobody can say for sure what happens to them.

Nevertheless, most students choose honour for both parts of the question. Whether they believe it or not, they at least know the politically correct answer, the safe one. Some of the more outspoken students - usually Rukon stock - might choose honour for the first part but argue life for the second part.

Kyouraku Shunsui had been the only one in Academy history to have chosen life for both parts, and now, Coyote Starrk and Shiba Ichigo have joined him.

Shiina watches as Kyouraku wanders back over to peer down at the two essays the Philosophy teacher lays out on the table. She watches as the captain smiles, appreciative and a little amused, as he scans Shiba Ichigo's paper—a fierce discourse on the importance of friends and family, of prioritizing comrades even if it means breaking the law, of doing right by them even if it means discarding the honour of the Gotei or your own honour as a Shinigami because there's no honour in abandoning your loved ones.

And then she watches his gaze move to the other paper, and she watches as his smile fades and his expression goes still. His hand comes up again to tug down the brim of his hat but he never looks up from the essay—a succinct dissertation on doing everything possible to preserve the lives of those in your care, because the duty of a Shinigami to the Gotei 13 is first and foremost to protect the people who depend on them, to shield the world they all reside in, to stand between danger and the realms they have been charged with safeguarding.

—What does honour matter when you cannot protect what you have sworn to protect?

—When you make the choice to step on a battlefield, you are choosing to do all in your power to seize victory, because anything less is an insult to those who have placed their trust in you, a threat to those who rely on you, and a broken oath to those you gave your word to protect.

—When you make the choice to kill, because taking a life is in itself an evil act, you are choosing to carry the necessary sins that will be demanded of you in battle so that others will not have to.

—When you make the choice to protect, you are choosing to discard your honour, because honour will not protect your people. It will not protect the world. It will not protect anything save your own sense of righteousness, and what is that worth if all you care for is gone?

—To be a Shinigami means to shoulder the weight of countless souls. In essence, it is a promise to protect life to the very end, and if honour is the cost, then it is a small price to pay.

Shiina has read Starrk's paper several times already. She had even made her own copy.

She thinks he will make an exceptional Shinigami.

Nobody says a word even after enough time has passed for Kyouraku to have read the paper twice over. What little Shiina can still see of his shadowed face is utterly inscrutable.

When he finally stirs, straightening up to look around, there's something new in his eyes, some emotion Shiina can't place that remains even as he murmurs, "I don't suppose you know where-"

He stops when - as if on cue - a familiar reiatsu signature in the distance rounds the corner of the hallway leading to this room.

It isn't Starrk's reiatsu. He's hard to sense on a good day. But everyone has felt Shiba Ichigo's reiatsu at least once. Boy isn't subtle. He has the skill to hide most of it, but spikes of emotion or even just when he's distracted can bring it out sometimes, and his reiatsu - like that first shocking plunge into ice water that robs you of all breath right before any other sensation hits - isn't one people tend to forget.

And where Shiba Ichigo goes, more often than not, Starrk is there as well.

Shiina checks the time. Classes are out. It's Friday. Chances are good they're together.

Several feet beyond the door, the reiatsu signature comes to an abrupt halt. A few seconds pass, two muffled voices murmur something back and forth, and then footsteps resume, heavier this time, before three brisk knocks are heard.

The head of administration - the one with the highest rank in the room, bar the Shinigami captain - clears his throat, glances at her glower, glances at Kyouraku's perfectly genial expression, and then calls out like a coward, "Come in!"

The door swings open, Shiba Ichigo stalks in, and sure enough, Coyote Starrk shuffles in after him, hands in his pockets, and his bag and the wooden case containing his Zanpakutou slung over one shoulder. His face is so impassive it could've been carved out of marble.

Shiina docks 100 points from everyone in the room. Except Starrk of course.

But even she can't help staring at this meeting that somehow feels like it's been a long time coming.

Starrk's gaze rises. Kyouraku's gaze jumps straight past Ichigo. Their eyes meet, and for just a moment, all of time seems to shudder to a halt.

Silence stretches... and snaps.

"Hey, what's everyone staring at?" Ichigo cuts in irritably, waving the sheaf of papers he's holding in one hand. "We're supposed to hand in our waivers for the assessment on Monday, right? What's the hold up?"

He shoots a look to his left where Starrk and Kyouraku are still standing there staring at each other like the rest of the world has ceased to exist. He's already scowling, but he scowls even harder at the sight.

"Good afternoon, Kyouraku-taichou," He greets very pointedly.

Kyouraku blinks, and Starrk turns away, busying himself with digging out his own papers from his bag. The moment passes, and Kyouraku turns to Ichigo as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, "Ichigo-kun, what a coincidence. What are you here for?"

Ichigo's gaze bobs between Kyouraku and Starrk again before he shakes the papers in his hand once more. "Starrk-san and I have our second Hohou assessment on Monday. It's the one where they drop us off in an arena full of Hollows, and we have to get out using only Hohou. But we have to assure the school we won't blame them if we get killed, so-"

He brandishes the waivers again and finally looks back at the teachers in the room. "I actually don't know why we have to do this. I asked Matsumoto, and she said she doesn't have to fill out any of this stuff."

The admin head coughs delicately. "It's for clan members, Shiba-san."

Three things happen at once:

Shiba Ichigo, predictably at this point, snaps, "I'm not a clan member!"

Coyote Starrk stops halfway through pulling out his own waivers.

And Kyouraku Shunsui goes back to staring at Starrk, although Shiina thinks he doesn't quite know he's doing it so blatantly.

"Shiba-san, your cousin has already had your name changed to indicate official entry into the clan," The admin head says placatingly. "And he assured us that it was with your approval."

Ichigo glares, clearly all set to spend the next hour fighting this new information tooth and nail. "That doesn't mean-"

"Ichigo," Starrk finally speaks up, but he doesn't say more than that. It doesn't seem like he needs to though because Ichigo breaks off, still scowling, but he also glances back at Starrk, who only arches an eyebrow in return.

Ichigo grumbles something under his breath before slapping his papers down on the desk in front of the admin head. "Fine, whatever, I'll go beat him up later. Starrk-san?"

Starrk meanders over, his own waivers already tucked away again. There's a slight slouch to his frame, his gloved hands are back in his pockets, and he doesn't loom, even stopping a foot behind Ichigo, but when he turns his attention on the admin head, the man almost visibly squirms under that blue-grey gaze.

"I'm not from a clan," He says mildly.

As one, the entire room sans the students and the Shinigami captain turn to look at said captain. A moment later, even the students turn to follow their line of sight.

Kyouraku stares back. Or rather, he meets Starrk's gaze again, dark and intent, searching.

Ichigo snorts. The tension breaks.

"This again?" Ichigo glances at Starrk again. "I thought that rumour went away months ago."

"I thought so too," Starrk agrees in bland tones. He looks from one teacher to the next, and even Shiina ducks her head a little when his gaze sweeps over her.

Another beat of silence ensues before it's Starrk's turn to heave a sigh.

"I'm not from a clan," He repeats in that quietly implacable way of his, and even though there's nothing threatening about him, not in his voice, not on his face, not in his posture, not even in his reiatsu, something in their hindbrains stills like cornered prey anyway.

"I am not a branch member," Starrk continues without much inflection. "Or an illegitimate child, I have never been disowned, and whatever else your... very healthy imagination has come up with," For a split second, he looks almost amused. "I can assure you, I am not that either."

He stops. He needn't have gone on because Shiina definitely believes him this time, or at the very least, she believes he genuinely believes he isn't a Kyouraku.

Except then Starrk also turns to the side where Kyouraku is observing everything in silence. Grey meets grey once more.

"This Taichou-san," Starrk says, looking at the captain in question. His face is unreadable. "Is Kyouraku Shunsui of the Eighth Division, right? Then he should be able to confirm—I am not a part of his clan."

Another moment of silence passes. Shiina catches the way Ichigo's expression has gone grim, although for what reason, she doesn't know.

There's been something off about this whole situation from the start. Why those two couldn't have gone away and come back later is beyond her. They'd clearly sensed Kyouraku inside even before knocking.

"It's true, as far as I'm aware, we really aren't related," Kyouraku says after a few seconds of studying Starrk some more. His eyes don't move away even as he speaks, and his tone is... strangely gentle. "And this should be our first time meeting."

Starrk's gaze slides away at almost the exact same time Ichigo reaches out and snags the sleeve of Starrk's Shihakushou, tugging him forward and around, which just so happens to plant him between Starrk and Kyouraku.

"So is there anything else?" Ichigo says loudly. "Or can we go?"

There's a moment where most of the teachers seem to have forgotten why they're there in the first place. Shiina huffs and decisively takes over.

If she could have her way, she would've already ejected Kyouraku from the room. Maybe they really aren't blood-related - what are the odds though? - but she's pretty sure there's something going on between them anyway. Them and Ichigo.

Whatever, it's not her business. Since both parties have said so, everyone else will just have to accept it.

But now that they've reached this point...

"Come here, I need to tag your Zanpakutou," She says briskly, taking out a box as she beckons them over. "The second Hohou assessment bans the use of Zanpakutou. You'd be surprised how many Zanjutsu-focused students try to cheat anyway, so all Zanpakutou have these attached to them before the assessment begins."

She shows them the tags with seals inscribed across the surface. They're nothing fancy, akin to nametags, but they do their job.

"We don't like separating Zanpakutou from their wielders once students reach their fifth year," She explains. "And all Shinigami are encouraged to get used to carrying their Zanpakutou with them at all times anyway. This way, you'll be able to take them in with you, but we'll know if you unsheathe them."

She takes out three tags and flares her reiatsu, watching half the seals light up before holding them out. "There. Loop the string around the sheath before tying it over the hilt, and then I'll finish locking them. They won't affect your Zanpakutou in any way, and you can still unsheathe your swords anytime. Try not to do that until after the assessment though. There's not much time on Monday to redo the tags, and you'll get marks docked off if you use them during the test."

Ichigo nods and grabs a tag first, head dipping as he reaches for the katana at his waist. Then he jerks back up again, wide-eyed, but Shiina isn't paying any attention to him anymore as she looks up at Starrk.

Starrk blinks at her once, slowly. His expression doesn't shift from its indifferent lines, but after a few seconds, something about his eyes thaws, the corners crinkling briefly with the faintest of mirth.

"You're a bit... petty, Sensei-san," He murmurs in a voice pitched so low only she and Ichigo can hear.

Shiina shrugs unrepentantly. She still can't be 100% sure Starrk isn't a Kyouraku no matter what the man himself believes, but she is sure that either way, it's the Kyouraku Family's loss.

If Starrk isn't a Kyouraku, then it doesn't matter, although knowing nobles, they'll probably be at least a little disgruntled that their unique dual-wielding Shinigami is unique no longer, and it's even someone from Rukongai who's manifested a daishou pair.

And if he is a Kyouraku, an ugly secret the clan had erased so thoroughly that even the only remaining heir of the main branch wasn't told, then Shiina wants them to know, wants to rub it in their faces, wants to shout, Look what you missed out on! Look what you lost! He's no less special than the only Shinigami you've produced!

So sue her. Maybe she's been a little bitter about Starrk receiving no offers from the Gotei divisions beyond the generic ones most students get because there are always unseated cannon fodder positions needing to be filled. Technically, it's Starrk's own fault for utterly failing to stand out in any way, but Shiina doesn't mind blaming everyone else for being blind.

She doesn't know what all Starrk can do, but she is absolutely certain he is far, far more powerful than he's let on. His Kidou work alone is magnificent, and someone like that can't possibly remain in obscurity. Anyone who looks down on him for his circumstance of birth or lack of background will regret it. This is just the first step.

Starrk huffs out an exasperated breath but doesn't refuse her little scheme because obviously she's his favourite teacher. He takes the tags, and then reaches up to twist off the cap of the wooden case.

One could hear a pin drop in the subsequent silence as Starrk retrieves his katana and wakizashi in one fluid motion and lays them out on the desk in front of him. The nearby lamp light catches on the katana's hilt for a moment, making it shine, like sun on sand. With deft steady hands, he attaches a tag to each blade, calm even with a sea of eyes on him.

Shiina slants a look to the side through her eyelashes and suppresses a very satisfied smile.

Kyouraku Shunsui looks like he's been hit over the head with a hammer. She's willing to bet it's a rare look on him, even for someone with a reputation for making a bit of a fool of himself in public whenever he drinks.

He looks stunned now, stunned and... and something else, the same something he'd shown after reading Starrk's paper, except in his distraction, it's far more noticeable now, even if just for a few seconds.

Wonder, Shiina thinks, and doesn't know what to think of it.

"Sensei-san?" Starrk prompts, tilting his blades towards her.

Shiina gives herself a mental shake before finishing up with the tags, Starrk's first, then Ichigo's.

"That's done then, you can go," Shiina tells them. "Have a good weekend. Don't be late on Monday."

Ichigo breathes a sigh of relief, looking reenergized, while Starrk nods at her, nods at the other teachers, and even inclines his head in Kyouraku's direction, before they both turn to go.

"I should get going too then," Kyouraku says, smiling once more and as affably composed again as ever. "Wouldn't want to overstay my welcome."

Shiina stoops down to put the box of tags away just so nobody will see her roll her eyes. By the time she sits up again, her colleagues have seen the captain off, and she silently wishes Starrk good luck with that one. Still, she doesn't regret waving his Zanpakutou in the man's face. She does dock off another 20 points though because she's decided she doesn't much like Kyouraku, especially when he's in Starrk's vicinity.

"Hey!" The Philosophy teacher suddenly calls out, flipping through the papers on the desk. "Where did Coyote-san's essay go?"

Everyone spends a minute looking for it. Shiba Ichigo's is still on the table.

Shiina glances at the door and lets her lip curl. Minus 100 points. She's never met anyone who's hit the negative hundreds so quickly in her life.

The others realize it too soon enough, and the admin head eventually sighs. "It's fine, we have a few copies anyway, and it's not the first time we've lost an essay."

"So... he's not a Kyouraku then?" Someone else pipes up.

An uncertain hush falls over the room. No one is convinced, Shiina included.

"Just..." The admin head waves a weary hand. "Treat him as we always have. It doesn't hurt to be cordial to a future captain, noble or otherwise."

Everybody agrees, and that's that.

-0-

Ichigo has never felt so awkward in his life. He finally understands what being a light bulb means, and these two aren't even dating anymore. Yet. Again. Whatever.

Still, he obstinately makes sure he walks between them. It's not much, but it's probably better than inflicting all of... Kyouraku on Starrk right away. The past twenty minutes had been awful enough. Not many had noticed, or if they had, they probably hadn't been able to pinpoint exactly what was wrong, but Ichigo knows Starrk.

Knows him well enough to tell that the man isn't in any way as put-together as he seems on the surface. Knows too that he's probably thinking about crawling into bed or walking into a lake or disappearing into the sands of Hueco Mundo and just never coming out again.

Ichigo doesn't know how to fix it though, doesn't know if this can even be fixed. The last year in their own timeline had answered him with a resounding no. So all he can do for now is stay close and make sure Starrk is never alone in these moments.

No one is talking. Ichigo wouldn’t usually mind, but the silence this time is tense. It’s also rare to have Kyouraku around and not have any conversation going. The man isn’t actually that chatty most of the time, even if he is a people person, but for there to be something interesting in his immediate vicinity - and Kyouraku is interested in Starrk, even Ichigo can tell that much - and yet choose to remain silent? Ichigo doesn’t like it.

They get all the way to the entrance of the staff building before Ichigo cracks.

“So what were you here for today, Taichou?” Ichigo asks. “Uh, if you can say, I guess.”

Shunsui glances over at him, glances past him, then back. “Maa, it wasn’t anything special. I was just asking about Asuka-chan's progress. You’ve done a good job with her.”

Ichigo flushes a little. “I didn’t do much. She just needed some confidence.”

Kyouraku hums, amused but warm somehow. He's always been good at that. “We’ll agree to disagree then. I’m grateful either way.”

Ugh, this was not what Ichigo had wanted. But he ends up nodding stiffly, and thankfully, Kyouraku gets the hint and drops the subject with a chuckle.

But that also means he has time to glance at Starrk again, like he's checking for a reaction. Unfortunately for him, Starrk is currently impersonating a statue, and he hasn't looked at Kyouraku once since they'd left the meeting room.

It's only when they step outside that Starrk finally stirs. He turns to face them, eyes on Ichigo, features carved from stone. "I turn off here."

Ichigo blinks. Oh, right, but- "You're already going back to the dorms? Fujiwara and Matsumoto want to go out for dinner."

Starrk nods. "I know, you mentioned it yesterday. I won't go. Give me your bag, I'll take it back for you."

Reflexively, Ichigo hands him his bag, but he also tacks on, "You can come too, they're definitely expecting you to."

Starrk shakes his head. "I'm tired, I'll probably just turn in early."

Ichigo opens his mouth to argue, but... to be honest, in Starrk's place, he probably wouldn't want to be inflicted with Matsumoto's energy either. Fujiwara's taking after her a little too much for comfort these days, and Gin is probably going to be there too, and nobody wants to put up with Gin when they're already feeling bad. Of course, Gin always looks sour-faced around Starrk instead of the other way around. Ichigo is pretty sure it's because Starrk has a way about him that makes the suspicious brat feel like the man's constantly catching him red-handed or something every time Starrk so much as looks at him, which is hilarious, but it also means Gin tends to either avoid Starrk whenever possible or needle him when it isn't. Starrk doesn't usually care, but it isn't exactly what anyone would call a good time.

"Okay," Ichigo says instead. "Just make sure you eat something first."

"Mm," Starrk says, very obviously not agreeing to anything. God, Ichigo is surrounded by people who are going to worry him into an early grave. On the other hand, can it be called an early grave when he probably should've died something like ten years ago?

...Wow, that's depressing. Best not to think about it too hard.

"Go have fun," Starrk says before Ichigo can press on the point about food. Sometimes, it's like Starrk forgets he's not just a Hollow anymore. Ichigo had heard that Starrk had transcended hunger even as an Adjuchas because his reiatsu had done the "eating" for him—and then some. And even after reaching the peak of a Hollow's evolution, he's still never needed as much of any kind of food as regular Shinigami, but that doesn't mean it's healthy either for him to eat nothing.

"Don't stay out too late, don't drink too much," Starrk continues, and Ichigo is distracted enough by this to drop the previous subject.

He rolls his eyes. "Okay, Dad. You know it's a Friday, right?"

Also he's not a teenager anymore, he doesn't say, because he's still mindful of Kyouraku's presence behind him.

(His human body had died as a teenager though, at the ripe old age of seventeen. Some days, it feels like he's still aging at the pace of a human, all grown up and as jaded as an adult can get. Other days, when Kaien acts like an annoying big brother around him, or when Starrk fusses over him in that weary, gentle way of his, Ichigo feels exactly like the kid he would be if he'd been born in Soul Society.

He's still not sure how to feel about that. It's weird, always, but... not always bad.)

Starrk raises his eyebrows. "Matsumoto has a makeup test at noon tomorrow. Ichimaru has an early shift in the morning. Fujiwara has an appointment with her advisor at nine, and you-" A wisp of amusement actually makes it all the way onto his face for a moment. "-have remedial Kidou lessons with Koyonagi at ten."

Ichigo immediately scowls. "It's not remedial lessons! That bastard just doesn't know how to butt out of my business!"

Starrk hums noncommittally, but Ichigo's on to him. That's his I'm laughing at you on the inside because I'm secretly an asshole hum.

"How do you even know all these things?" Ichigo grumbles, because honestly, even when Starrk comes to hang out with them, he spends at least two-thirds of the time napping instead of paying attention to anything going on around him. Ichigo hadn't known they'd all be so busy tomorrow.

Starrk just gives him a blank look like he doesn't understand the question. Ichigo rolls his eyes again and gives up.

"It's not like I was planning on staying out that late anyway," He huffs. "We'll be fine for tomorrow."

Starrk nods and says nothing else. Ichigo doesn't have the words to describe how much he likes that about the guy. Unlike Kaien, Starrk says his piece when he feels strong enough about something to actually make his opinion known, but the rest is up to the other party to decide for themselves, for better or for worse. Unless of course you're bleeding a river with your insides hanging outside and trying to insist you can totally still fight.

Healers. They're somehow all carved from the same terrifying, unbending mold. The day Starrk meets Unohana, the Gotei 13 may never know peace again.

Starrk slings Ichigo's bag over his shoulder as well, and then his gaze finally skates past Ichigo to the man waiting patiently on the side while listening with shameless interest.

"Kyouraku-taichou, I'll be taking my leave," Starrk says, polite and formal as he bows his head, as an Academy student should before a captain, and it's- it's wrong, it's all wrong.

Ichigo doesn't really count the first time he'd met Starrk as their first meeting, which means that for as long as he's known this man, it has always been as a package deal with Kyouraku, right up until that final year. To this day, he has no idea how those two had happened, but it's not like 80% of the people he'd known and befriended hadn't been his enemies once upon a time too, so he has no room to judge.

The point is though, from Ichigo's perspective, Starrk had always followed faithfully in Kyouraku's wake, in his shadow, at his shoulder, hunched over the same desk and working long into the night or decimating a battlefield on Kyouraku's command, with eyes for no one else, even when - in the early days - enemy Quincy had mocked him as the Captain-Commander's tamed mutt, and their own allies had disdained him for being Ukitake's substitute. But likewise, while Kyouraku had forged ahead to pave a bloody road through the enemy ranks because there was no one else to do it for them anymore so he'd had to do it for everyone else, it was always Starrk he'd looked back at, always certain that he would only ever have to reach out and there Starrk would be, and no matter what anyone had said about lingering loyalty to Aizen or potential spy for the Quincy or even a Captain-Commander with such an unsightly weakness, Starrk had been the only thing Kyouraku had refused to hear a single dissenting word about.

They'd orbited each other and stood as a unit at the helm of the Gotei 13, and to see them like this now - separated by death and time and memory - even Ichigo aches at the sight. There's barely five feet between them but it might as well be a canyon.

Maybe Kyouraku can sense something of it too, because he tilts his hat down until it casts a shadow over his eyes, like he can't bear to look, but at the same time, his gaze remains glued to Starrk like he can't bear to look away either.

"Aa, I'm glad to have met Ichigo-kun's most mysterious friend at last," Kyouraku says, voice as laidback as ever, eyes anything but. "You've never come along with the others when Ichigo-kun is training Asuka-chan in my backyard."

It isn't quite a question, but Starrk blinks slowly and replies, "That's usually late afternoon. I prefer taking a nap."

Kyouraku smiles a little, and the curve of it is almost sly. "My division grows the most beautiful cherry blossom trees in all of the Seireitei, and they're just starting to bloom. It's a good place for a nap while you wait for your friends to finish up."

Starrk's brow furrows faintly. "...It would be disrespectful to intrude. I'm just a student."

Kyouraku waves a dismissive hand. "And I'm the captain. I can do what I want. And letting someone sleep under a tree is hardly an earth-shattering allowance."

Starrk blinks again before giving the impression of a shrug without actually moving his shoulders. "Thank you for the offer. I'll keep it in mind."

Even Ichigo has to hide a wince at the flat tone. But Kyouraku only smiles some more. "Good. You can come by anytime."

Starrk nods, a graceful dip of his head that lets his gaze fall away as he directs his next words at Ichigo, "I'll see you when you get back then." Then once more at Kyouraku, "Have a good evening, Kyouraku-taichou."

And then he's gone without so much as a blur left behind. Ichigo doesn't understand why they don't just give Starrk an automatic pass for Hohou when the guy uses Shunpou like he's teleporting, and then he remembers that most likely no one else has actually seen him use it yet with this kind of proficiency.

He turns back to Kyouraku, then falters. The man is staring after Starrk, smile nowhere to be found, which Ichigo had expected, but there's also an unsettling air of loss about him, heavy as a funeral shroud. And then, in the next second, Ichigo suddenly finds himself on the receiving end of a dark, ruthless, calculating gaze that Ichigo's only ever seen on the future Kyouraku, on the Captain-Commander at his best, at his worst, his blades stained with lifeblood, his shadows come alive with abyssal hunger.

All the hairs on the back of Ichigo's neck stand up, and a chill runs down his spine. He will honestly never understand how Starrk could look at this particular monster time and time again and never even seem to notice the threat, had always walked in Kyouraku's shadows like they were an embrace and not a bottomless void of remorseless avarice. But Ichigo's also faced down plenty of things just as scary as Kyouraku Shunsui, so he only needs a moment to re-center himself and beat back the instinctive lurch of alarm in his gut.

It's easy to forget, most of the time, just what this man is capable of.

They end up staring at each other in silence, and for a moment, it almost seems like Kyouraku might finally push for some answers. Ichigo knows he hasn't been the most subtle, and there are a handful of people out there nowadays who have their suspicions about him, but so far, none of them have approached him about it.

Kyouraku looks like he's about to. For a split second, he looks like he dearly wants an explanation, and he won't much care either what he might have to do to get it.

Figures, a part of Ichigo thinks wryly even as the rest of him goes tense with a guarded sort of apprehension. It would be Starrk-san who brings this out in him.

But between one breath and the next, Kyouraku blinks, blinks again, and the strained tension pops like a balloon as the monster disappears back into the shadows, and Kyouraku is casually adjusting his hat like the whole stare-down hadn't happened at all.

Ichigo feels his eye twitch.

"Well then, I should be heading off too," Kyouraku declares, and his gaze is feather-light when he glances at Ichigo once more. "I suppose I'll see you at Asuka-chan's next tutoring session. Perhaps I might see some of your friends too, hm? The more the merrier of course, so don't worry about any noise complaints. It's good to be livelier when you're young."

"Uh-huh," Ichigo says very dryly. Internally, he sighs and makes a mental note to do his best to convince Starrk to come with him next time.

Of course, he'll be first in line to beat Kyouraku up if this all turns into (more) heartbreak and (more) tragedy, but...

He's not actually so oblivious that he doesn't know Starrk might still only see a cliff's edge that he'll be more than happy to take a swan dive off of at the end of all this. He talks a good game, and after a year of practice, he's gotten a lot better at hiding his grief. At the very least, ever since they'd come back in time, Ichigo hasn't been able to pick up much more than a haze of melancholy from Starrk that comes and goes at irregular intervals.

He doesn't know how to fix it, doesn't know if it can even be fixed. But he does know that if anyone can pull Starrk back from that cliff, it's this man in front of him.

And Ichigo's lost enough people. He doesn't want to lose Starrk too.

So he'll keep an eye on this relationship, make sure Kyouraku doesn't overstep, and make sure Starrk isn't letting Kyouraku overstep, but otherwise, he doesn't think it's a bad idea to help it along a little.

He fervently hopes he's making the right choice.

Kyouraku takes off with a last friendly nod, and Ichigo also hurries away to meet up with Fujiwara and Matsumoto.

For now, everything will keep another day.

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Hey! I was wondering if you would do a headcanon for the lieutenants and captains for the kind of hugs they give.

Hiiiii!!! Omg, I actually love this idea <3 I'll do another part with the lieutenants in it <3

Jushiro Ukitake: The calmest, warmest hug to ever exist. He wraps you up in his arms, cradling the back of your head and just comforts you in a way that is out of this world. A hand rubbing up and down the long of your back, his head near your ear, soft, warm breaths hitting your earlobe.

Shunsui Kyoraku: He hugs you in a loving way, but he's a little cheeky and mischievous with it. Strong, muscular arms wrapping around your body and pulling you into his chest. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead as his hand runs down the curve of your back to your ass, squeezing the flesh.

Byakuya Kuchiki: His hugs are like a crispy, chill afternoon. He won't show affection or hug you in the public, but if it’s just the two of you, it's a different story. Arms gently wrapped around your waist, squeezing you every once in a while. His chin resting on top of your head, holding you in such a caring way. It's relaxing and refreshing to have Byakuya holding you.

Kenpachi Zaraki: At first, his hugs at first are like a porcupines needles, but then they are smooth like the back of a whale, so strong and powerful, but yet, calming and not overwhelming. He knows his strength, so he knows how tight to hold you. It's comforting how tight he can hold you and he runs his hand over your head, gripping the back of your neck. He complains when you ask for a hug, but it makes him the happiest man in the world.

Shinji Hirako: He's super greedy with it comes to hugging. He'll squeeze you until you can't breath and are squirming against his body, trying to get out of his tight grip. Seriously though, when he hugs, he can't get enough of you. He'll breathe in your scent and have his arms wrapped around you so damn tight. Shinji will squeeze your flesh and even tickle you and hold you so you can't escape from his tickles.

Toshiro Hitsugaya: His hugs are a little complicated. At first, he'll be cold and shoot you a sharp glare when you ask for a hug. Although, Toshiro cannot resist a hug from you and he caves in. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you, muttering underneath his breath about how he doesn't like this. You laugh because you know that he does like hugging you, but he doesn't like how vulnerable it makes him. He'll place a kiss on your forehead before fully pulling away from the hug.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi: He won't deny you a hug, but he might tease you about it for a little. He laughs like a manic and grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you onto his lap. He's probably stuck in his lab when you ask him for a hug and he refuses to leave his hard work, so he just places you on his lap and multitasks. He'll stroke your hair or rub your back, typing on his keyboard and clicking on the mouse. He enjoys these quiet moments with you.

Kensei Muguruma: His hugs are firm and his big beefy biceps squeeze you 😩 (what i wouldn't do to have my head being squeezed in his bicep...ahem) The smile that grows across his face is huge as he pulls you into his big chest for a hug. He loves hugging you and especially if you're sad or something, he loves cheering you up. You feel so happy and calm in his arms. His hugs are kind and will last forever; Kensei never wants to let go, but knows he has to go back to work.

Soi-Fon: A quick, but consoling hug. I imagine that Soi-Fon doesn't really like hugs, but for you, she'll put up with it, but only for a few seconds. She won't admit it, but for the first few seconds, she indulges in the hug and cherishes it. She'll start patting your back before pulling away, face twisted with uncertainty.

Sajin Komamura: A big, fluffy hug :) You know the kind of hug that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He'll hold you as long as you need, but in reality, Sajin needs this hug more than anything. He loves to cradle you in his arms and breathe in your scent, relaxing his whole body.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Hi Vee ✨

Could I request a small fic or hc.

Where bleach men (especially, Shunsui, this guys voice… omw) find out their s/o has a thing for their voice.

It can be suggestive if you want✨

Bleach men finding out their s/o likes their voice

Well hello there! Hmm I'm just going to add in my faves here in addition to Shunsui. And yes Shunsui's voice...a lot of men from Bleach have that really deep voice that makes us sigh with longing.

Shunsui:

Honestly, he's flattered when he finds out you have a thing for his voice. He knows he's sexy, but to know that you think his voice is really attractive puts him at a different level.

He's going to ask for specifics. What about it is so attractive to you? "It's just...deep. Kind of makes me want to keep listening to hear what you'll say." "Hmm...maybe I'll say some things to make you blush, my sweet flower?"

And he'll do just that and the things he says range from sweet whispers to some really dirty talking. "You look so pretty today darling. That color yukata flatters you. But I think you look much better when I'm taking it off you, don't you agree?"

He's going to use that voice to make you weak and blush until you're hiding your face from embarrassment

Ukitake

He's a humble man so when you tell him you have a thing for his voice, he's going to be surprised and then a little shy. "My voice? Really?" "Yeah! It's just so calming and steady. It makes me feel reassured and comforted"

When he learns this, his heart swells with love and pride that he can make his s/o feel this way. It's so personal and intimate for him.

He'll use it to put you to sleep. Late at night as you rest your head on his chest, he'll stroke your hair and whisper the most gentle things to you. "You are so peaceful when you sleep." "I hope you know just how precious you are to me." "I'm so blessed to have you."

And you'll soon realize the most favorite thing you love to hear his voice say is your name.

Byakuya:

You like his voice? Well that's not unexpected. He likes yours too. Why would you be with someone if you didn't like their voice?

But deep down, there's a sense of satisfaction that you like his voice. It means he can talk to you in a more personal way that he won't with others.

You'll pick up on the little tones and nuances in his voice that he reserves only for you. Talking may be a form of communication but it's like his voice has its own personal language just for you.

"Are you getting a headache Byakuya?" "Hmm? How did you know?" "Your voice has that weary undertone to it." He'll keep his composure but he's blushing on the inside with the knowledge that you can read him like a book no matter how stoic he looks on the outside.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Headcanons

"How would they react if you sat on their lap and hugged them while they were busy?" A/n: I had this one lost in my drafts for a while and I didn't even remember it😅(It was a bit of a random idea, but somehow it was cute❤️)

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Jushiro : Jushiro seemed focused on the papers that were on the table and had forgotten the world around him, but you decided to test him a little. You opened the door and saw the man with long white hair lost in his thoughts who didn't even realize you were there until you started approaching the table. He looked at you and smiled, you approached him and sat on his lap hugging him, which left him a little confused at first and asked you about it. "Are you okay, love?" He asked when he felt your fingers caressing the back of his neck "Yes, I just came to give you a hug and see how you were" He smiled and kissed your cheek as thanks for worrying about him. He's such a cutie and he wouldn't mind if you stayed there with him.

Shunsui : Shunsui, for the first time in his life, seemed to be doing his job properly. If it hadn't been for Nanao threatening him, saying that she would drag him to the office by his hair if she found him drunk in one of the bars in Seireitei, he wouldn't have been there. You met him in the office and smiled after seeing him working, you got close to him and he switched his attention to you. "Y/n! Good to see you here dear" He greeted, leaning back in the chair. You didn't say anything and sat on his lap and hugged him, he hugged you and placed a few kisses on your neck, still wondering why such a kind act and why you haven't said a word since you entered. "You missed me, didn't you?" He asked, moving your face away from his shoulder and looking at you "Actually, I just came by to hug you, but I can't say I didn't miss you a little" You said running your hands over his face "My lieutenant threatened me and that's the reason I'm here" You smiled and placed your head in the crook of his neck, keeping him close to you.

Byakuya : Busy as always, Byakuya had a somewhat tired look as he read and reread the endless reports on his desk. You opened the door a little and peeked inside only to find him focused on his work, you entered and went to him. He only realized that you were there when you got close to him and put him back in the chair and sat on his lap, then he raised an eyebrow, confused by the fact that you just sit on his lap and hugged him for no apparent reason. "Is everything okay Y/n?" He asked after a while "Yes, I'm just stopping by to see you" You said as you ran your fingers through his hair "I was working on---" "Just stop for a moment, okay ?"You smiled at him, caressing his cheek He took a long sigh but didn't want to persist, surrendering to your affection.

Kenpachi : Of all the places you thought he could be, the office was the one where you least expected him to be. He hated that part of the job, you were the one who took on that role and you even used to scold him for spending his days away or leaving all that work to you. You watched him for a while, still trying to believe what your eyes were seeing, who would have thought he would be there? You closed the door and walked over to him, you sat on his lap and hugged him. He dropped the papers on the table and didn't hesitate to question you about that action. "Are you trying something, woman?" He asked, frowning "No, I just came to check on you. Is it wrong to worry about you?" You asked, looking at his confused expression "No, it's not. Unless you have a good reason for sneaking in here and sitting on my lap" "Beyond concern and kindness, no, I don't think so" You smiled and tried to move away from him "You're playing with fire, woman. Come here"He said before pinning your body against his with one arm And that's it, now you were trapped in his arms and he wouldn't let you go anytime soon.

[merbear25]

Shunsui and fem!reader nurse roleplay scenario? (readers the nurse no one wants to see that man in a nurse costume). Nsfw of course lol

Ohohohoo~ What a fun scenario 🤭 Thank you for sending this in. I hope you like it 💜💜

You’d been nursing your boyfriend back to full health after a big battle. Tending to his wounds helped make your bond closer because you saw a part of each other that wouldn’t have been shown to you otherwise. Your devotion helped scheme a wild idea to play out this role to its fullest.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, established relationship, roleplay (sexy nurse), some teasing, fluffy smut, vaginal penetration, cockwarming, cowgirl, cumshot

Bedside manner (Shunsui)

You came into the bedroom to check on him again, thinking that this would be the last change of his bandages you’d have to do. He greeted you with a smile like always, asking about how your day was going, to which you always responded with gentle teasing.

“Not much else has changed since I saw you a couple of hours ago,” you chuckled softly.

“Oh? Well, then I suppose that’s a good thing.”

Your gentle hum while humoring him on all the ins and outs of your duties for that day never failed to get even the slightest smile out of him. Even though he knew what you’d be up to, yet still asked was something that grew on you. Unwrapping his bandages, the wounds healed nicely, albeit leaving some light scaring in some areas. 

“These look good.” You lightly touched his skin, examining him more closely. A soft inhale came from him. “Did that hurt?”

“No, no, your fingers are cold.”

“Oh, sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have come right in from outside.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He took your hand in his, bringing it to his mouth. His lips ghosted your fingers, letting his breath warm them a little. “I can think of a way to warm you up.”

A smirk played on your lips. “Is that so?”

“Mmhm, been thinking about it for a while, actually.” He placed soft kisses along your knuckles, savoring the way your skin warmed up under his lips. “You’ve been such a good woman, taking care of me the way you did, that I couldn’t help the image I got—you in that nice little nurse outfit you wore for Halloween. You still have it, don’t you?”

His sultry gaze sent shivers down your spine. Your flustered nod made him smirk. “Can you put it on for me for one more request?” The giddiness carrying you out of the room was more than enough of a response from you.

While waiting for you to return, he smiled to himself. Recollections of you tending to him up until he was fully recovered warmed his heart. To have such an incredibly selfless woman by his side was something he never realized he needed so much. His eyes flicked to the doorway. You entered in that skimpy dress, thigh-high laced stockings, and the top already undone to show off your chest.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking.” He adjusted himself to pull you on top of him.

Climbing on his lap, you hiked up the short skirt of your already risque dress. Your g-string left nothing to the imagination and did just as you hoped it would do—lure him into grabbing at your exposed body. His hands went up your dress, tugging on your skimpy underwear and claiming your stomach. Pulling you closer, he wanted to be buried in your cleavage. Kissing and sucking at your sensitive skin was already making you pant with need.

Your hands ran up and down his chest, lightly combing through his chest hair when he nipped at your hardened nipples. Bathing your sweet body in desperate breaths, hot wet kisses, and needy touches was driving you wild. You couldn’t help but moan from the intensity at which he wanted you. Leaning back, the hardened arousal waiting for you had you moaning softly.

“You’ve been waiting a long time for this, haven’t you?” The motion of your hips lured a groan from him.

“Can you blame me? You’re so perfect that it drives me crazy.” Your hands roamed over his bare stomach as you stabilized yourself on his lap. Your hips moved against him, teasing him for more. A wet patch spread on the small piece of fabric of your panties the more you rubbed against him, leaving you hungrier than ever.

“I loved taking care of you, and I don’t want to stop just yet.” Releasing his arousal from confinement, your fingers wrapped around it to give his throbbing need for you a few mercy strokes. The head of his cock showed glistening beads of cum from the slightest attention. “Tell me what you’ve been dreaming about all this time.”

“I just want to feel you… Want to feel you around me so badly.”

Pushing the thin garment to the side, you positioned his tip with your entrance. Pushing it in, you gasped softly, and as you sat on it, you could feel your walls spasming. “I’ve missed this…”

His hands gripped your hips tightly, forcing you in place to allow himself to enjoy your soaked walls twitching around his length. “Me too…” He groaned while bucking his hips slightly.

You met his movements slowly at first, fully savoring the sensations. In no time you began chasing after that fluttering deep within your core that he was hitting so perfectly. His hands moved to your waist, guiding your eagerness up and down on him. 

The scent of desperation blended with the tangy musk of sex. Wet slapping skin filled the room as you creamed on him, your wetness dripping on his hips.

“You’re so perfect,” he moaned in shaky breaths. “In every way”

Your pants of readied agreement grew shrill as he praised you. Hearts pounding against your chests, sweat kissing your skin, and breathless words of devotion: you couldn’t hold on anymore. A blissful groan passed your trembling lips as you shook on him. His choked gasps accompanied a swift pull of you off of him. His hand clenched at his cock, as he pulled you closer. Your breasts were caressing his flushed face, while he shot hot loads on your back and your ass.

You held him closely as he caught his breath. His cum trickled down your smooth skin and onto his stomach, letting the intensity of your session sink in.

“You did such a good job healing me.”

The both of you chuckled softly, still holding each other for a little while longer since you didn’t have the chance for physical intimacy in what felt like an eternity.

[imaginingbleach]

Random Assortment of Captains Proposing

Included: Shunsui, Suì-Fēng, Shinji, Byakuya, Mayuri, Rukia

Shunsui Kyoraku

One would expect this man to be over the top with his proposal, but you would be surprised to find out it's nothing like you would expect.

Even before becoming head captain, this still held true.

While he believes the world should know how special you are to him, he also wants certain things to be more personal and private.

He can shout how he feels for you to the high heavens, but he wants special occasions to be just between the two of you-- maybe a small group of friends and family at largest.

It would likely happen some quiet evening in the middle of winter when the snow is gently coming down just outside...

The two of you were snuggled up together next to a gently roaring fire.

You didn't need a blanket with how warm he was as he had his arms wrapped around you.

You were starting to lull off into a very soft slumber, struggling to stay awake between the comfort of you boyfriend and the warmth between him and the fire.

He had thought a lot about when and where he should ask you, but the way you looked snuggled up into his chest?

He couldn't stand it.

You were so cute and you looked so perfect there with him...

"Hey, sorry to wake you, but I wanna ask you something," he spoke gently, waking you from your faint slumber.

"Mmf? Wha's up?" You'd slur out, eyes not even managing to open at first.

It was when he didn't immediately respond that you would open your eyes, blinking slowly and looking at him.

"Will you marry me?"

A mix of something between a squeak and a gasp escaped you, his question definitely waking you up.

"I-" your brain was going faster than you could verbally reply-- but his calm demeanor helped relax you enough to manage the simplest and yet most important reply you could give him, "yes"

Suì-Fēng

She thinks she's being secretive about her plans to propose, but she's sorely mistaken.

Maybe in regards to you

However, her entire squad and the stealth force absolutely know.

In fact, they would be doing whatever they could to try to give her hints.

"Oh, yeah, Captain! I got a new ring from-" not very subtle, but he does like to wear jewelry and the ring doesn't look awful-

Maybe of the members would have casual 'conversations' while conveniently walking past her.

"The cherry blossom trees are beautiful in-" "There's a fireworks festival this weekend-"

The squad knew you well enough to know how to suggest things they thought you might like.

She's a bit too caught up in the moment to fully notice what they're doing...

When she does propose, she chose your favorite time of year or favorite holiday.

It doesn't matter how tall you are, she would position herself so she could wrap her arms around your shoulders from behind.

She would pull a cute little box out in front of your face and simply asks if you'll be hers.

You're shocked for a moment, but gladly accept and turn around to kiss her happily.

Some time after she finally proposed... She realized just what her squad had done.

She's a little annoyed but doesn't punish anyone so long as they don't bring it up. Omaeda.

Shinji Hirako

Okay... This man is so in love with you it's absolutely fucking ridiculous.

He has imagined and daydreamed about how he might propose to you and how your wedding might go...

It's always the same in his mind so he has idea of a perfect proposal and the most wonderful wedding and...

Something always seems to happen.

It could be big or small, but he just has never been able to get the timing right!

He had it all planned out, he had a ring, he had a spot, even down to what season he wanted it to happen in!

It would have been a beautiful little day together where he would propose at sunset! Or sunrise! That all depended on what happened 😉

Nevertheless!

Every. Single. Time! Bad weather, you were busy! He was sick! He had duties! There was a war going on!

So, when it finally does happen... It's not exactly the most romantic extravagant over the top proposal...

But it's extremely fitting for Shinji.

You had just woken up, the smell of food enticing you towards the kitchen to eat.

He was sitting there with a cup of tea, watching as you stumbled towards the table with your eyes barely open and hair an absolute mess.

To him; this scene was just pure perfection. It was so domestic... It filled him with warmth.

"We should get married," he would blurt out, smiling at you.

"W... Wha? I, wha?" You were so shocked you had dropped your piece of toast, whining as it fell buttered side down onto the floor. "Shinji... It's too early for jokes," you would grumble; now upset you had accidentally wasted food.

"I'm not joking," he would grin and pull out a little pristine box he had been carrying since the day he bought it.

He would sweetly say your name and open the box to show you the ring, his usual grin soon spreading over his features. "Will you make me the 3rd happiest man in Connecticut and marry me?"

"We're not in Connecticut!!!" You would exclaim through laughter, wiping the tears from your eyes. "Yes, stupid... You're also banned from the Internet."

"Hey, you know you love me~ and it made you giggle, so it's not all that bad." He would wrap his arms around you, cheek pressed against yours and gently putting the ring on.

You both made up a story about what happened because you didn't want to have to explain the layers of his stupid proposal. (You both think back on it fondly, though.)

Byakuya Kuchiki

One may think it would take him a while to propose, but that would be quite the opposite of the truth.

What takes him a while is allowing himself to open up to you enough to realize he has feelings for you...

He guards his emotions carefully, especially after the death of Hisana...

But when he's in a relationship with you?

He genuinely cherishes the idea of being called your husband.

He would tell you that when you are ready and feel comfortable with the idea, he would be honored to marry you.

He tells you this up front since it's taken him so long to even accept the relationship, so he already knows he can see himself being with you for the rest of his life.

Because of this, you don't get the whole 'surprise proposal', but you do get to do a lot of things together.

When you admit that the idea of marriage sounds like something you'd like, he takes you to get rings with him.

Though he's used to a more traditional Japanese style wedding, he is open to hearing your thoughts.

He likely puts in more work than you do planning, mostly because he wants to make it perfect for you.

A big extravagant wedding? Done.

A small wedding with only the closest friends and family? That's perfect too.

He wants you to be happy, since he's already decided a while ago that he wants to repay the happiness you've given him tenfold.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

He is an interesting one to say the least.

His way of proposing is far from straight forward and even those closest to him who understand him might not see it as such.

Of course, being his partner means he comes to you with complaints about his subordinates or how his research isn't going the way he wants...

That's not unusual.

What is unusual, is how he gives you random little strange gifts.

Well, one wouldn't call them gifts so much...

You'll notice something interesting on his table and make a comment about it.

He'll tell you it was something from a failed experiment and they if you wanted it you could have it.

There was no experiment.

He got it because he knew you'd like it.

He can't say that though, right?

Anyway, through some long winded convoluted explanation you would end up with a ring.

You would end up unintentionally giving him answers to all the important wedding planning stuff and you wouldn't even know it.

You end up finding out because you snuck into his office one day to surprise him with something and you saw his calendar.

It definitely came as a mild shock at first, but somehow you weren't entirely surprised.

Instead you decided to continue to act oblivious up to the day of the wedding. You had to have some fun with it!

Rukia Kuchiki

Rukia's way of proposing is absolutely adorable and definitely reflects a lot of her personality.

It takes her a bit to decide on the best course of action...

She has been gathering all the important information she would need over the years, after all.

She knows your ring size, your clothing size, your shoe size, your favorite color-- the works!

So, the most important part of everything is the how she does it.

She decided on a date: whatever winter holiday is your favorite.

It just so happened to be snowing that day, which she thought was absolutely perfect.

Whether it was a gift giving holiday or not: she got you one and had it wrapped nicely!

When you opened it, it was a pair of stuffed animals hugging.

One was a rabbit and the other was your favorite animal!

They were velcroed in a way that they could come apart, and when you pulled them apart to see, a small box fell out from between them.

Rukia would kneel down and pick up the box, gently holding it up to you before opening it.

"Will you marry me?"

You said yes, but you also laughed and cried. It was so cute you couldn't help it.

[amostimprobabledream]

The Captains Play Stardew Valley!

I have Stardew on the brain. These are very silly.

Shunsui Kyoraku:

He never knows where the fuck his animals are because he "doesn't believe" in fencing them in. He also forgets to water his crops so he struggles in the first year because he's always broke af - not an experience he has in his real life.

He loves the whimsy of the game, especially when it comes to finding little secrets like Secret Woods or getting to Ginger Island. He reacts like a five-year-old being presented candy, it's the cutest thing. Also, he's in Stardrop Saloon almost as much as Shane is.

He never does the same thing per day, he'll have a wander down to the bottom of the map one day, mosey into town the next, explore the beach another…he's one of those people who takes "comfy game" at face value and plays in a way that's so leisurely that it's actually quite frustrating to watch. The urge to backseat game is often very hard to resist.

Favourite villager: All the women. All of them. From Jas to Evelyn, he loves every lady. Even the witch, he thinks he could fix her. He desperately wants Marnie to dump Lewis and find a man who appreciates her and feels bad for Sandy stuck by herself in Calico Desert.

Soi Fong:

Naturally, she got a cat when given the option and listening to it meow at her fills her heart with glee, but she pretends she doesn't care. She becomes offended if any of her animals give her eggs/milk/etc that aren't gold star or higher.

She absolutely hates Lewis for his terrible management and keeps asking why you can't vote to remove him as Mayor when he's so blatantly incompetent. A mystery for us all. She's also absolutely flabbergasted that Lewis is dating Marnie on the sly. She also dislikes Pierre for claiming her produce as his own.

She likes fighting monsters, when she managed to get to the desert she was thrilled at there being tougher monsters in there - she changed her tune pretty quickly when she got ganged up on by three serpents and lost some valuable treasure. She pouted about that all evening.

Favourite villager: Abigail - her tomboy attitude reminds her of someone…

Rose Otoribayashi:

Rose thinks the game is adorable at first but he quickly starts learning some of the lore and is surprised by how dark this seemingly cutesy farming simulator can get at times.

He absolutely loves the music in the games and has even tried writing songs with them as inspiration. Sometimes he just plays the game soley to wander about and vibe with whatever music is playing in the background.

He enjoys combing the beach and the tide pools or pulling up flowers and giving them to villagers. He does finish the mines but he doesn't visit them unless he has to because of a quest, he finds them gloomy and not fun to look at.

Favourite villager: This is an easy one, he's SUCH an Elliot stan. He calls him his "digital twin".

Unohana Retsu:

She completes the mines and skull cavern with ease. She can't intimidate the characters in the game with her avatar so she gets to back it up with her sword instead. Seeing the joy on her face at cutting down enemy after enemy makes you wonder if you gave her the right game.

That said, she also enjoys the cosier aspect of it - tending to her crops and animals comes quite easy to her and she's never bored by it. When confronted with cutscenes for the games she tends to be firm but fair in her advice.

She rarely faints but she likes checking in at the hospital because it reminds her of Fourth Division, so she has a lot of friendship points with Harvey and Maru especially.

Favourite villager: Harvey but also Marlon. Duality queen.

Shinji Hirako:

He has the WORST fucking luck in the mines - when he sets up bombs they explode in his face, he can never find enemies when there's a quest to do them, etc. Yet then every so often his crops will get visited by a fairy and suddenly be fully mature just when he needs them to, or he'll catch a rare fish by mistake.

He pretends to be disinterested, but he's a liar. Shinji LOVES, and I mean LOVES the tea about the villagers - when Caroline mentions she used to like to take walks by the Wizard's Tower he nearly spat out his coffee. And he actually shrieked when he found Marnie and Lewis in the bushes together - you ran into the room because you thought the idiot had stubbed his toe or something. He ships the villagers together unless he's the one courting them.

He cracks you up during the cutscenes because he says the most hilarious things in response to the villager's antics with a straight face. He goes for Lewis' jugular EVERY TIME.

Favourite villager: He likes most of them, but he has a thing for Haley - she was rude to him when he first talked to her and he developed a bit of a crush.

Byakuya Kuchiki:

It took a LONG time to persuade Mr. Uppitypants to play, but once he does he's DETERMINED to stick to a firm schedule. Too bad that's not quite how it works - he's terrible at the fishing game and it takes him forever to get the correct ones for the community centre. He buys them from the merchant whenever possible.

Spring is his favourite season because of the cherry trees. He waters his crops and checks on the animals diligently, every day, and with a complete straight face. He doesn't like being poor so his Farmer starts making bank QUICKLY.

Gets SUPER competitive during seasonal events, especially the Flower Dance. He's still salty about Abigail beating him in the Egg Race in the first year and has lowkey disliked her since then.

Favourite villager: Penny, he likes her genteel, shy nature. Reminds him a tiny bit of his wife.

Komamura Sajin:

Oh my god, he absolutely LOVES this game. Looking after animals is his absolute jam and he quickly turns his farm very profitable. He's just disappointed you can't take your dog on walks with you in the village and thinks all of them should appreciate its cuteness.

He dislikes the fishing game, not because he's bad at it but he doesn't like removing them from their home just to lounge about in your backpack, but Sajin is also duty-bound to restore that damn community centre, so…sacrifices must be made.

Also he's overjoyed when he learns you can speak to animals in the game and always goes to check the forest in case there's a new furry critter to talk to. He also befriends Krobus and the Dwarf very quickly, since he can relate to being different to everyone around him.

Favourite villager: Linus, he appreciates a guy who is in-tune with nature and just wants to live peacefully among the animals. He also is indignant when people judge the Farmer for digging through the trash, so you know, kindred spirits.

Lisa Yadomaru:

Lisa has married every bachelor and bachelorette in the game at least once - she has the save files to prove it. She says she likes to explore all the game's options but that's not true, she just wanted to know who has the spiciest lines of dialogue as your spouse.

She hates having to check the animals and crops every day so she uses sprinklers to maximum efficiency and getting the automatic feeder is a godsend. She does still like to pet them and see the cute little heart icons, though. Lisa isn't immune to cute pixellated animals.

She finds the mines kind of boring but her insatiable curiosity compels her to get to the bottom anyway, and she loves finding new clothing items to dress her character in - every time she loads the game her Farmer has some kind of new fit on.

Favourite villager: She was very upset when you told her you can't marry Sandy - Lisa calls her "desert wife". She's also fond of Maru, who reminds her slightly of Nanao.

Kensei Muguruma:

Kensei gets a horse ridiculously early on because the slow walking pace of the Farmer drives him insane, especially when he passes out just before he reaches his farm, so he goes out of his way to get a stable as soon as possible. The horse stays his favourite animal throughout the game because it goes home by itself.

The fishing game nearly made him fling the controller out of the window - especially when he had to get an octopus. You were seriously concerned he was going to straight-up snap your game in half.

He tunes into Queen of Sauce EVERY time, even when it's a re-run "just in case I missed it". He has actually tried to cook some of the recipes in the game and some of them were actually quite tasty! (He declined to attempt the Strange Bun, though.)

Favourite villager: Robin, he likes building new stuff on the farm and he finds Sebastian's cynicism refreshing in a game with mostly upbeat characters. He constantly grumbles how Demetrius isn't good enough for them.

Hitsugaya Toshiro:

He protested when you first got him to play - he's not a kid! But eventually he gave in to shut you up and soon enough he found himself drawn in, especially at the notion of it being passed down from his grandfather.

He likes unlocking things as he goes through the community centre and gets this satisfied little smirk every time he completes a bundle, even if it's an easy one. He's actually a little disappointed when he finally finishes it and doesn't have much reason to go anymore.

Hitsugaya tries to do everything so "you can't accuse him of not playing right", but he gets so salty if he has a bad time in the mine or spends ages fishing and doesn't get the right thing - then he yells at you for teasing him when he pouts. Favourite villager: Surprisingly, he's fond of Sam, he appreciates how hard he tries to stay upbeat and look after his little brother, it reminds him of when he was a kid and protecting Hinamori.

Zaraki Kenpachi:

He spends almost all of his time in the mines - as soon as he learns you can fight monsters in the game that's all he does. He's passed out in there MULTIPLE times, to the point where he was too broke to collapse anymore. Luckily he also made money quickly because he found a lot of gemstones down there.

Can never remember any of the character's names so he gives them nicknames - Evelyn and George are "the old people", Harvey is "Glasses", Haley and Sam are both "Blondie", etc.

He gets very aggravated when anybody he wants to sell to isn't there, especially when it's Clint, who he doesn't like and swears at a lot. Funnily enough he doesn't curse Marnie out the same way, even if he really wants a cow and she's too busy staring at her microwave.

Favourite villager: Marlon, he likes a man who knows his way around dangerous weapons. But unsurprisingly…he also has a soft spot for Jas.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi:

Another person it took ages to convince, but he finds it intruiging despite the simplicity of it. Mayuri isn't really interested in the villagers and instead immediately dives into all the supernatural/weird shit - he visits the Wizard's Tower every day and ends up getting the Sewers pretty early too.

He's a completionist at heart so he gets very determined about filling up the community centre quickly and gets pissy when you point out unless the merchant has a red cabbage he's unlikely to get it done by the first year.

Rarely does to any of the seasonal festivities, but he does always go to Spirit's Eve - he likes the aesthetic.

Favourite villager: He finds Krobus the most interesting and would probably invite him to live on the farm if forced to pick a spouse, but for human characters it's the Wizard.

Ukitake Juushiro:

Mr. Conflict Averse King hates it when he walks in on a cutscene that requires him to pick a side, he hates upsetting any of the villagers. He reaches ten hearts with people because he unfailingly responds in a way that will max out their affections.

He befriends Linus SO quickly because he feels bad for him. He also wishes he could help with all the problems and disapproves of the bad parenting present in the game, especially Pam and Demetrius. Shane's cutscenes involving his alcoholism made him so sad as well.

It takes him forever to get through the mines, the button mashing is hard for him and the frantic pace of Skull Cavern and the desert is enough to give the man heart palpitations.

Favourite villager: Vincent and Jas, obviously. He's got such a soft spot for little kids and his heart breaks at Jas' backstory.

[satsugacafe]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞 | (𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Ryuken, Urahara Kisuke, Kyoraku Shunsui, Jugram Haschwalth, Kuchiki Byakuya

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: female reader (AFAB), fingering, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talking, manhandling, edging (squint), brat taming, top!reader and sub!reader (cuz you know, reader teasing before control is taken away)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You learn that it’s not nice to tease your lover.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

➳❥ Ishida Ryuken

The soft hum of the air conditioner thrumming in the background while Ryuken scribbled away at his reports was all that filled his office. His office was as spotless as his reputation. You, on the other hand, were much more content with eradicating the annoying sound and filling the room with something more…indulgent.

Positioning yourself just out of his line of sight, you casually leaned against the desk, admiring the way his nimble fingers gripped his pen, or how he would adjust his glasses ever so often, followed by a lick of his lips. Your blouse, deliberately unbuttoned a little too low and revealing at the top, displayed an ample amount of your cleavage which peaked even more with your movements. As for your skirt, well, it wasn’t any better than the blouse—short enough to flirt with propriety, and tight enough to cling to your curves like a second skin.

“You’re working so hard Ryuken,” you teased lightly as you shifted your weight to ensure your skirt strained against your hips and thighs while your fingers idly traced along the polished edge of this desk. “Don’t you ever take a break?”

His pen paused mid-stroke, though he didn’t immediately lift his gaze. Slowly, his deep blue eyes flicked briefly over you before returning to his paper, the muscle in his jaw tightening from the mere glance at you. “Please don’t test my patience,” he muttered, stiffly, too stiff to be stern. In his brief glance, you took in the way his eyes fell upon the swell of your breasts and felt heated.

Leaning closer, your arm snaked around his shoulders, the position allowed for your breasts to almost brush against his arm as you pushed your chest forward. “I’m just trying to help,” you purred and tilted your head to meet his eyes. “Don’t you agree with a little distraction being good for productivity?”

Ryuken’s hand stilled completely as his breathing increased under your touch. Leaning in further, you placed your hand over his, your fingers idly tracing the veins as you licked your lips and leaned into his face. “Don’t overwork yourself to death Ryuken, I’m here to help, remember?” you whispered inches from his lips, ghosting the corner with a phantom touch.

His gaze finally locked onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine. Before you knew it, he stood abruptly, kicking the chair away and reaching out to grab you by your arm. In an instant, you were pressed against his desk—sandwiched—feeling his erection against your ass. “You think this is a game?” he whispered coldly, though his actions betrayed as his hands gripped your hips firmly, grounding them into his crotch. “You’ve been pushing me all day, not having a single idea of what you’re asking for.”

Before you reply with a smart-ass remark, you felt his hands snake under your skirt and pushed your panty aside to ran two fingers through your folds. Your words were swallowed at the back of your throat, and in place was a loud relieving moan. The way his fingers toyed with your clit, rubbing and pinching the delicate nub has you vibrating in his hold, unfortunately, he wasn’t allowing you to control the pace. His other hand gripping your hip halted your movements as he dragged his fingers down to your slit and pushed them in, wasting no time finding your sweet spot.

The whimpers that left your throat matched the sloppy sounds of his fingers dragging through your pussy. Loud, wet and obscene.

“Look at you. Wanting my attention so badly,” he darkly laughed as his hands moved from your hip to grip the back of your neck and pull you upwards to meet his chest. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he kissed your lobe, running them lower to meet the junction of your neck. The combination of his lips and fingers—those sinfully, articulate fingers that massaged every spot perfectly—on your skin left you a gasping mess.

You weren’t sure whether to keep your eyes open, roll them, or have them shut. His digits were sliding deliciously in and out your pussy causing you to clench around them, sucking them back in. “Look at you, so eager,” he groaned into your neck, enjoying the warmth and tightness. “You want more don’t you?”

You nodded because speaking wasn’t a function available to you any longer. Yet at the same time, Ryuken, crooked his fingers against your sweet spot, purposefully rubbing the tips on the area, leaving you gasping for breath. Your fingers were gripping the edge of his desk tightly while you instinctively rocked your hips for more. The pressure was building, and you could feel and hear it coming—the increase in your juices flowing was evident. His hand was coated in your arousal as it flowed from your pussy like you had a leaking tap.

“Ryu…ken, pl–…ease, fuck, yes!” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for in the heat of the moment.

Arching your back and crying out his name in syllables, his lips feverishly worked along your neck, kissing and taunting you further until you could take it no longer. Unable to control yourself, with a wicked crook of his fingers, you shrieked and came all over his hand. However, his fingers continued to move through the tightness of your walls around him, groaning at the sensation as he pushed them deeper. Your body trembled as you reached behind to hold onto him for support, but Ryuken was faster. Just as you came, he pulled out with a loud squelch, spun you around and sat you on his desk.

The sound of his belt unbuckling snapped you out of your haze as you looked over at him unzipping his trousers. His cock sprang free—thick, long and curved, just the way you remembered. At the sight, your pussy clenched and a fresh flow of arousal oozed you. “Ryuken?”

“Did you think I was going to let you off with that alone?” he muttered as he stepped forward and pried your legs apart, pulling you to the edge so your legs could easily wrap around his waist. “You’ve been teasing me all day—there’s no such thing as letting you off the hook with one round.”

➳❥ Jugram Haschwalth

“So serious, as always,” you purred, tilting your head to study his face. His sharp jawline, perfect golden hair, and piercing blue eyes made him appear as if sculpted by divine hands. Yet his cold demeanour gave the impression he was untouchable, unmoveable. “Do you ever take a break from being the right-hand man, Jugram? Or is being the Grandmaster your entire personality?”

His fingers still for a moment—reading the letter was placed on pause—before his gaze flickered to you, and then back at the letter. “I do not recall giving you permission to address me by my first name,” he replied calmly—almost detached.

“Oh, so formal.” You smirked, slithering yourself closer to where he stood against the bookshelf in his study. “Maybe that’s the problem, Jugram. You’re always so stiff. So uptight.” You leaned forward once you were close enough to bridge the gap and allow your body to brush against him. “Don’t you ever want to let loose? Relax? Or is that against Quincy regulations too?”

His hand tightened imperceptibly on the letter, his knuckles whitening. Still, he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, his eyes remained firmly on the paper in front of him, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. Deciding to push him further, emboldened by his silence, you stepped even closer and placed your hand on his wrist. “I bet even your soldiers wonder. Does the Grandmaster ever let anyone close? Or are you just as cold in…other areas?”

Unable to recognise the speed of his following movements, you found yourself pinned between him and the bookshelf. Both hands were placed beside your head as he inched his face closer to yours. His jaw clenched, the tension radiating from him was intense, as his breathing sounded strained. “Careful,” he lowly warned.

“Or what?” you pushed, leaning even closer, your lips hovering near his, and yet he made no move to pull away. “What’s the worst you’ll do? Scold me? Deduct my non-existent points from the Quincy honour roll?”

For a moment, the room seemed to freeze. His movements were fluid while he held onto the last of his restraints, and stepped closer, the plane of his chest just an inch away from pressing against your chest and immobilising you completely. His towering form loomed over you, his cold eyes burning with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. “Do you think I haven’t noticed and understood what you’ve been doing all day?”

“And here I thought you were too busy paying attention to your reports,” you quipped with a grin. As the words left your lips, his right hand slid down to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes and maintain eye contact. Your breathing hitched the moment his hand came in contact with your skin. Firm and commanding like its owner, and yet, despite his icy aura, it sparked a heat.

From your chin, his hand gripped the nape of your neck instead, tilting your head upwards. Brushing his lips against yours, you felt your knees buckle under you—thankful for the arm that snaked around your waist. “I believe our situation is quite unfair at this moment,” he whispered darkly against your lips before dipping his head to run his lips along your jaw to meet your ear. “Shall I fix it?”

You felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he pulled away from your body, guiding you to bend over the back of the sofa. There was a faint click of his tongue, sounding rather disappointing, as he bunched the hem of your dress around your waist and saw how you lacked underwear. The sight of your folds all wet and pluff was enough for him to lose a fraction of composure and remove his trench coat, followed by his belt and trousers.

“Look at you, frolicking about with no panties,” he growled into your ear as he pulled you into an arch. His hand came down to slap your ass before he rubbed the area and landed another on the other cheek. With ease, his fingers made contact with your pussy, prompting you to curl your fingers into the plush of the sofa.

He wasn’t gentle as they plunged into your heat, releasing loud squelching sounds as he pushed his digits deeper. “And you expect me to just give you what you seek when you parade around like this?” he muttered rather disappointingly. His cock brushed against your thigh and your pussy quivered, more juices trickled down, something his eyes didn’t miss, making him scoff.

“Look at you,” he continued, “dripped all over and desperate for my touch. Is this all for me?” Swallowing hard to reply, your words were cut off by a loud smack to your ass.

“…Yes,” you choked out as his fingers retracted.

Lining himself to your entrance, one hand on your waist, the other guiding his cock inside, you both moaned in bliss at the sensation of him being sheathed. Unlike most sessions, he would take his time to slide in, however this time, he buried himself to the hilt and gave you no time to adjust to the rhythm of his thrusts as he started his pace. From moaning in bliss, you were whimpering and squealing at the fast and hard pace he set, his hand preventing you from squirming too much.

Leaning down to press his chest against your back, his lips found your ear. “Why are you running? I don’t recall running away when you had your fun,” he stated in between his grunts, pausing to suck his lower lips between his teeth when you clenched around him. “Enjoy this as much as you did teasing me.”

And with that, he pulled you up to meet his thrusts. The loud sounds of his hips meeting your ass as he drove himself deeper, moulding your insides to fit him perfectly as they always did. For every brush of his tip against your sweet spot, you clenched around him and oozed more arousal—the slick sound created by his cock sliding in and out fuelled him to move faster.  

“You wanted my attention,” he groaned with a low growl. “Now that you have it, let’s see how well you can handle it.”

➳❥ Urahara Kisuke

The air in Urahara’s shop was humid and filled with the scent of sex as he leaned against his workbench, hat tilted downwards to partially obscure his face, but not to hide the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His shirt hung open, loose and wrinkled, baring his chest and midsection to the faint glow of the shop’s overhead lights. His breath hitched, a low vibration in his throat as your lips brushed along the base of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin with the barest hint of suction.

“You’re enjoying this far too much, love,” he murmured in amusement with a hint of a strain. You could sense his undeniable frustration, yet you chose to ignore it.

Glancing at him, your hand wrapped loosely around the base of his cock, fingers trailing agonisingly slow from the base to the tip while your lips followed, littering tiny kisses. His twitched in your grip, swallowing a groan when you lips reached the tip, and your tongue swirled the head. “What can I say? I enjoy seeing you squirm,” you chuckled with a grin before you tongue shifting to trace the underside of his head, just enough to make him groan and buck his hips forwards instinctively.

You watched as his hands twitched at his sides, gripping the edge of the bench as he forced himself to keep still. His self-control was impressive, considering the way you kept your touch deliberately featherlight, never giving him enough to push him over the edge. “Squirming am I?” he panted, though the faint tremor in his voice betrayed him.

You hummed in response and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock before pulling away entirely to sluggishly give him teasing strokes. His hips buck slightly, chasing the fleeting warmth of your mouth, but you held him firmly, pulling back enough to maintain control.

“Now, now,” he muttered playfully with an underlying warning. “I hope you realise what you’re getting yourself into.”

Feigning innocence, you raised your brow and tightened your grip, your thumb brushing over the sensitive slit at the head of his cock, earning you a delicious groan form him. “Oh? And what would that be?”

He chuckled, though it sounded strained, his knuckled whitening as he gripped the bench harder. “Pushing your luck, for starters.”  

“Oh please, Kisuke. You enjoying teasing, but can never take what you dish out,” you remarked and leaned forward to flick your tongue against him before you took him into your mouth, just enough to make his words falter. You felt his muscles tense under your palm, his cock throbbing against your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks and drew back slowly. But as he began to let out a groan signally his release nearing, you stopped, pulling back once more and gave him a sweet-eyed smile.

Instantly, his eyes snapped opened, and he tilted his head to look down at you, the faintest glimmer of mischief faded into a predatory look. “Alright then,” he softly said with a dangerous edge. “I did warn you.”

Before you could react, his hand shot out, gripping your hair and pulling your closer with a firm but not painful grip. The suddenness of it made your breath hitch, your hands reaching out to brace yourself against his thighs as he guided your mouth back to his cock. This time, there was no reason for teasing—his hips pressed forward as he pushed himself past your lips, filling your mouth and forcing your to take him deeper.

“Much better,” he murmured lowly with satisfaction as he held you there for a moment, his cock throbbing at the back of your throat. You wanted to smile at his frustration, laugh even, but when he fingers tightened in your hair to control your movements as he began to guide you up and down his length, the idea was cut. He was far from gentle.

The teasing was clearly over, and Kisuke made it abundantly clear who was in charge now. His other hand found your chin, tilting your head just slightly to adjust the angle, allowing him to slight even deeper. The sound of your muffled moans mixed with the obscenely wet noises of your mouth on him, filled the quiet room.

“Sound like a good girl when you’re not being a menace,” he breathed with a smirk, though his voice was strained, his usual playful tone now thick with lust. His hips rolled against your face, each thrust measured and precise, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every movement, producing a series of gurgles he seemed to enjoy.

You felt your eyes water as he held you in place, his thumb brushing against your cheek as if you sooth you. Despite his dominance, there was still tenderness in his touch, a gentle reminder that he was paying attention to every little reaction, ensuring you were comfortable as he pushed you to your limits.

“Ah, that’s it,” he groaned, his head tipping back and baring the delicious curve of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he allowed himself to lose some of his composure. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his control slipping as he felt the heat coiling tighter and tighter in his core. “Just like that…don’t stop now.”

When he finally came, his cock throbbed against your tongue as he spilled into your mouth, his cum hot and salty as it coated your throat. He held you there for a moment, his chest heaving as he rode out the waves of his orgasm while his fingers loosening in your hair. As he pulled back, his cock slipping from your mouth, he let out a chuckle, his grin returning in full colour despite the faint blush on his cheeks. “Well,” he hummed, “you certainly know how to keep things…interesting.”

“That’s the perks of being with you, Kisuke.” You gave a sly smile and wiped the corners of your mouth before leaning upwards to kiss his cheeks.

➳❥ Kyoraku Shunsui

Shunsui lounged lazily on a cushion near the open shoji doors, his hat tilted back slightly to reveal the sharp edge of his jawline and the teasing glint in his eyes. Or, at least, it had been there earlier. Now, his expression was a mixture of irritation and desire, his jaw clenched just slightly as his gaze followed you like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

You stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the wooden frame of the door. The light fabric of your kimono was loose, slipping tantalisingly off one shoulder to reveal the soft curve of your collarbone. The neckline dipped just enough to give him a hint of cleavage—plump, inviting, and entirely intentional. Your lips curved into a sly smile as you caught him staring again.

“Shunsui,” you purred, your voice low and sultry. “You’ve been staring at me all day. Is something on your mind?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, though the corners of his lips twitched, betraying his amusement. “Now, now, don’t play coy with me. You know exactly what’s on my mind.”

“Oh, do I?” You tilted your head innocently, though your smile betrayed your intent. You took a step closer, your bare feet silent on the tatami. With each step, the hem of your kimono shifted, the fabric parting just enough to give him a glimpse of your thighs. His eyes followed the movement, darkening with each inch of exposed skin.

When you were close enough to touch, you knelt beside him, your movements slow and deliberate. His breath hitched as you leaned in, your lips so close to his ear that he could feel the warmth of your breath.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” you whispered, your voice dripping with sweetness. Your fingers brushed lightly against his arm, trailing up to his shoulder. “About your hands…your tongue on me. Deep in my pussy making me cum…”

His body tensed beneath your touch, his composure slipping as he turned his head slightly, his lips just shy of brushing yours.

“You’re cruel,” he murmured lowly and rough. “Saying things like that and then leaving me wanting.”

You chuckled softly, your hand sliding down his chest as you leaned even closer. Your lips barely grazed his, a phantom touch that left him chasing you as you pulled back. “Am I?”

Before he could respond, you were up again, moving across the room with a playful sway of your hips. The frustration etched across his face was delicious, and you revelled in the power you held over him.

It wasn’t until later in the evening when the sun had dipped below the horizon and the room was bathed in the soft glow of lanterns, that he finally snapped. You were standing by the table, pouring yourself a cup of sake, when you felt it—a sudden shift in the air, thick with intent. Before you could react, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a broad, firm chest.

“I believe I’ve had enough,” Shunsui growled into your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

You gasped, the cup slipping from your fingers and clattering to the table as he spun you around, his hands gripping your waist firmly but not painfully. His dark eyes bore into yours, the teasing glint from earlier replaced by a smouldering intensity that made your breath catch. “You’ve been tormenting me all day,” he said with a husky rasp. “Whispering all those filthy things, touching me, kissing me, only to dance away like some cruel little vixen. Do you enjoy driving me mad?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he lifted you off your feet, carrying you to the futon and laying you down with surprising gentleness given the intensity burning in his eyes. His hands moved to the tie of your kimono, pulling it loose with practised ease. The fabric fell open, exposing the soft curves of your body to his hungry gaze.

You shivered under his touch, your body arching into him as he leaned down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone. His lips moved lower, teasing the sensitive skin of your breasts before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. You gasped, your hands tangling in his hair as his tongue swirled over the sensitive peak.

“Shunsui,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you as he continued his slow, torturous assault. His other hand moved lower, sliding between your thighs to tease your already aching core.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “Is this all from teasing me, or were you thinking about this too?”

“Both,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing as his fingers found your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make your hips buck.

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Good. Now let me hear just how good I make you feel, sweetheart.”

Without warning, he slid a finger inside you, curling it just right to make you cry out. He watched your reaction with darkened eyes, clearly enjoying the way you writhed beneath him. As his fingers slid inside, enjoying the way your gummy walls clamped down and sucking them back in, he brushed the tips against your sweet spot, earning a series of gasps. Your fingers scrambled to find purchase onto his shoulders, digging into the planes of his back and not caring that you were ruining his kimono.

Twisting and crooking them with vigour, your body trembled as you felt the fire building and your walls clenching around him. Your voice grew raspy as you clung to him, hips moving in sync with his rhythm to draw out your orgasm faster. The combination of his mouth on your breasts, switching sides as he swirled the hardened peaks between his lips and giving the occasional nips, alongside his thick digits rubbing your spot tipped you over the edge.

“Are you going to apologise, sweetness?” he whispered against your skin, pulling away from your breast to give a chaste kiss to your lips. “Or do I have to make you to beg to cum?”

“S-Shunsui…” you whined when his fingers slowed.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he urged sweetly and playfully, compared to the wickedness his fingers were performing below. “Are you sorry for teasing me without remorse?”

Unable to respond, you wrapped your hands around his neck and drew him in for a kiss, loving the gentle hum resonating in his chest as it escalated. Nevertheless, the torturous pace of his fingers remained. Even with the addition of his thumb circling your clit, causing your hips to stutter, he still didn’t give you want you sought, preferring to enjoy the needy whines and pleas.

“Shunsui, please…please let me cum.”

Breaking the kiss to meet your eyes, watching the way your brows cutely furrowed and your lips quivered, he grinned and pecked your lips once more. “I like it when you beg—it makes it harder to resist, especially when you look so cute,” he grinned against your lips. “But I still want to feel how sorry you are. So, let’s see how many times you can show me tonight.”

➳❥ Kuchiki Byakuya

You knew that testing his patience was the most dangerous thing you could do, yet here you were, doing the very same thing. He was reclined against the pillows, his dark hair sprawled out around him, giving him an angelic appearance while his facial expression was the opposite. Those piercing grey eyes watched you with precision as you straddled him, his hands resting at his sides, fingers twitching every now and then with the effort of restraining himself. You moved aching slowly on his cock at a pace that could only be described as torturous.

The soft, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out your pussy and your ass meeting his thighs lightly reverberated across the room. However, as much as you were enjoying the moment, tossing your head back and pressing your hands against his chest for support, he wasn’t accepting your performance. It wasn’t deserving of a standing ovation.

“Must you always test my limits?” he murmured with a faint tinge of irritation slipping through. His brows were furrowed and his lips pressed in a thin line as his eyes flickered from your face to where you two were connected. “You are aware that you are testing my discipline in ways that border on cruelty.”

A mischievous smirk played on your lips as you rolled your hips gently, deliberately squeezing around him. “But you look so good when you’re barely holding it together,” you purred as you traced your fingers down his abs. “I just want to take my time. I think you can handle it, Captain Kuchiki.” Accentuating his title as you languidly rocked your hips, grinding against him at an excruciating pace, Byakuya’s jaw clenched. The only outward sign of his patience—he let out a long, slow breath, his lips thinning as if he were attempting to mediate through your torment.

His response was a low growl, his composure eventually cracking for the briefest moment. Finally, his hands moved, resting on your hips, his grip firm but not yet demanding. “You mistake my restraint for endless indulgence,” he said deceptively calm, though there was an unmistakable edge of warning beneath his words.

Ignoring the warning and leaning forward so that your breasts brushed against his chest as you kissed the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I just want to see how far I can push you,” you taunted.

The shift was sudden, as though a dam had broken. Byakuya’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he sat up in fluid motion, forcing you to squeal in surprise. Before you could fully process the change, he had flipped you onto your back, his movements smooth and efficient. “I tire of your games,” he warned and positioned himself above you.

Your smirk faltered, replaced by a gasp as he thrust into you without hesitation, the sudden vigour making your back arch off the futon. Your nails clung to his skin, raking down his back and leaving red marks in their wake. The soft sound of sweaty skin meeting changed into the loud pitter-patter of his cock sliding in and out your pussy at a faster rate. For every thrust, a fresh gush of your juices flowed out, soaking his entire cock and the futon underneath. A glance at the sight between you two prompted a deep hum in his chest.

“Do you still wish to ‘take your time’ with me?” he asked in a clipped tone dripping with condescension. His lips curled into a faint smirk as he watched your expression twist—jaw slack, eyes shut and pathetic whimpers escaping your lips. Your nails continued to rake across his back as you struggled to find purchase. Every thrust of his was punctuated with a silent warning to not test his patience.

“Y-you don’t have to—oh god—prove your point like this,” you stammered between breathless moans.

Byakuya arched an elegant brow, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to reason with him. “You seemed intent on drawing this out,” he muttered in satisfaction, his eyes displaying the same emotion. “Now, we shall do things my way.”

His hands gripped your thighs tighter and pulled them higher around his waist to deepen the angle, and the new position sent a jolt of pleasure through your body that left you stuttering his name. His cock was punishing your insides, brushing against your sweet spot with abandon want. You could feel how much your insides were stirring, his cock pushing deeper behind every thrust, making your toes curls. “Tell me, is this pace more to your liking?”

You couldn’t respond with words, your voice lost to the relentlessness of the waves of sensation coursing through your body. All you could do was cling to him, your body trembling as he continued his unyielding rhythm. The expert rolls off his hips as he paused momentarily to ground them against yours, causing his tip to press heavily against your sweet spot leaving you spasming. Your body shuddered as you clung to him desperately. The silent, sinful thrusts Byakuya delivered, each leaving your speech function incapacitated.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down for a desperate kiss that he returned with equal fervour, his usual restraint giving way to something more primal. His lips moved against yours, hot and demanding as he pried more sounds from you, his hips never faltering.

“Byakyua, please—” you gasped when he pulled back, his name ringing out frantically, unsure of what you were asking for.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he quipped, displaying his rare touch of humour. His smirk widened, clearly satisfied with your incoherent whimpering as the room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting and your breathless, needy moans.

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[moonymiw]

Did Kubo actually makes my headcanons come true in one episode??🙂🙂🙂✨✨✨✨💖💖💖💖💖💖😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🗡️🎨☀️🌻☀️🌻

I mean… my previous senior captains fanarts and the fact i’m currently working on these 3 fanart rn sends me aaa eee thanks Kubo 🥲

(((((I’m ready for some KenUno moments in Hell Arc, Kubo. I’m so ready:)):):):):):):))))

[katsuma6]

Can we get a part 2 of “asking for pics” with some other guys? Some of the captains, Shinji in particular 🥺 Thank you in advance if you do it!

Part 2: Asking Bleach Men for pics.

Captains!

[m-ayo-o]

he wants your hands…

18+ explicit sex // oral // edging everybody 21+ female reader x bleach men

on his abs

Ichigo wants your hands all over his chiseled abs– he’s worked damn hard to get so ripped and you’re gonna show him how much you love his body! Working between those tight muscles and over his toned waist makes him sigh contentedly, feeling your hands going lower.

Your fingers trace over his waistband as your lips attach to his stomach, kissing and licking the hot, hard muscles.

You get his shorts off and continue kissing down, making him let out a surprised moan as you swallow his tip, enjoying feeling him get harder in your mouth.

“y/n!! fuck–” the blood rushes to his cock, some spared for his reddening cheeks, as you take him down.

You suck him, your hands never leaving the sides of his perfectly formed six pack.

bound

Kisuke loves pinning your wrists down or tying you to the bed frame, keeping your hands off him so he can let that pretty mouth of yours stroke his ego instead. He’ll tease and edge you for his amusement, like you’re some kind of toy, not stopping until you let out those beautiful whimpers of his name.

“You know what I need to hear, girl,” he utters, leaning over you as the vibrator attached to your clit buzzes relentlessly, while he slides in a dildo that’s just a little too small for your wet hole.

“Kisuke!!! I– I can’t– can't fucking cum anymoore, nnhhh–” you let out a long, needy moan.

His lips quirk up into a devious smile.

“pleeeeaase Kisukeee—” you squeeze your eyes shut and draw out his name till you’re interrupted by his hard length replacing the dildo, he swears you almost purr with satisfaction.

“all better now, hm?”

massaging him

Byakuya loves feeling your hands on his shoulders and back, preferably in the bath, with oils and lotions. He’s used to being pampered, and you enjoy giving him this luxury. You do it out of love, a selfless act, finding his relaxed and peaceful expression enough of a reward. However, whether you’re expecting it or not, he always returns your kind favours.

“Thank you, petal,” he pats himself dry then takes your hand, guiding you to the bed, “now lay down.” You feel the drip of massage oil over your back, his slender fingers massaging down your spine.

But his hands start to dip further, pushing between your legs, eagerly digging into your wet folds. He fingers you till you’re all wet and gushing, ready for his cock, then slowly slides in, taking you as you lay on your stomach, leaning right over and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he spreads you open.

in his hair

Renji hates to admit how much he loves your hands in his hair– but when you’re riding him you can tell he wants it. You take his hair down, bouncing on his lap as he sits up, making him sigh with relief. Your fingers rake through his fiery strands, gently at first. Until he starts rutting his hips up, letting you feel him harder, encouraging you to pull and tug, making him let out the hottest groans.

“Harder, y/n–” he moans out, making a wicked smile cross your face.

“Want me to ride you harder?” you ask, feigning confusion.

He grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing. You feel his hand gripping over yours to give his hair another tug.

“words, Abarai.” you mutter with a smirk, your hips grinding up and down.

He releases your hand, his grip returning to your waist, admitting defeat with a hiss.

“pull my fucking hair,” he glares back at you, “‘n say my first name.”

“so rude, baby,” you let out a little tsk, shaking your head, slowing your motions.

He would put up more of a fight, but he’s just getting so close and needy to feel exactly what he wants when he reaches his release.

“fuck, y/n!!” he lets out a shout, his cheeks flushing up nice and rosy, adding to your satisfaction, “please”

Your eyebrow arches.

“pull my hair…” he lets his head fall back, unable to maintain eye contact, “please– fuck–!!” he yells.

Needless to say, you give him what he wants, giving his locks a final teasing stroke before pulling hard, making him shoot his load.

serving him

Shunsui is another man who loves when you take care of him. In his opinion, your hands are best placed around a bottle of sake, serving up and handing him his next drink. He’ll pass you a cup too, so make sure you’ve got a steady hand when you’re pouring.

He’s likely to get handsy once he’s had a few– but you don’t mind. 

Even when he’s bending you over the table and giving your ass a little squeeze while he finishes his drink, you allow him.

He just loves good girls like you. So subservient, taking his cock from behind without batting an eyelid.

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𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐩

Pairing: Bleach captains x reader!

Summary: Captains swapping bodies with you. What they would do in your body. Established relationship.

Request: Hi :3 What about body swapping s/o with bleach characters? Like, as a random experiment or just like that? I'm especially interested in captains, the rest are up to you. Have a nice day~

A/n: Hiiiii! Of course, this is such a fun idea to write about. I hope you enjoy <3 Fyi, some are longer than other and some are shorter depending on the character <3

Content: Fluff, nothing suggestive, body swapping.

Jushiro:

When he finally finds out that the two of you have swapped bodies, he's very respectful.

He treats your body with care and respect. Your body is returned to you the exact same way you had it before.

Jushiro is curious though, hands feeling up and down his new body, careful not to touch any intimate places.

When he goes out to the Soul Society, he tries his best to act like you, so nobody notices.

Does a really job at pretending to be you while on the inside he's freaking out.

Cannot wait to get back into his own body.

Shunsui:

Oh, Shunsui is going to have fun since he's now in your body.

He'll admire your body for hours and mischievously chuckles as his hands run all over your body.

He brags to you about how good he looks in your body.

Struts around all the time in your body with a new found confidence.

Likes to go out to the bars and see how many men your body can pick up.

Get jealous bc he eventually realizes the way men look at you, so he storms out of the bar with clenched fists.

Pouts in his own estate for a moment, before sighing and napping until the two of you switch bodies.

Byakuya:

He's in shock at first, staring at himself in the mirror with wide eyes.

Of course, Byakuya tries to stay inside his estate for most the day, knowing that people could easily see through him and realize it's not actually you.

Has his house servants run most of his errands with him and he tries to cancel any meetings that he can.

Tries to act the same, but most can tell that he's acting a little awkward and not really himself ;)

Mostly stays calm for the whole day while a little weird in moments, but that's really it.

Toshiro:

Def puzzled and confused, screams for Rangiku.

She laughs in his face and precedes to take many photos that she will keep a secret.

Toshiro wants Rangiku to find a solution and she agrees reluctantly.

Toshiro and Rangiku spend a few hours trying to find a solution, but Toshiro eventually gives up, but Rangiku keeps trying to find a solution.

He sighs deeply and mostly just does paperwork the whole day.

Kenpachi:

Knowing this man, he could care less. Goes about his day like nothing has happened.

Probably doesn't even notice until the end of the day.

Looks in the mirror and just shrugs his shoulders.

Unohana:

Isn't really fazed by it, tbh.

Questions it for a bit, staring at her new body in the mirror.

Honestly just hums for a minute, tilting her head and continues on with her day as usual.

Acts the exact same and doesn't really see it as that important to get your bodies swapped back.

Shinij:

Cocks an eyebrow when he wakes up and notices. Def takes him a minute to realize it.

Honestly, he's not sure what to think at first. He's puzzled and confused.

Def lets Hiyori know and she laughs in his face, making fun and teasing him.

Shinji rolls his eyes with annoyance as he sees that Hiyori is going to be no help.

Def has his fun and sees how your body works differently than his.

Finds it super interesting and fun until he doesn't.

He starts to get a little freaked out and def has a moment where he's trying to pull his face off, well...your face.

Then he finally calms down and rushes off to go find you, hoping to swap bodies back sooner than later.

Soi-Fong:

Def like freaks out at first and screams super loud.

Needs alone time to process what the hell is going on.

Paces back and forth whispering to herself, "What is going on?" on and on.

Tries not to let anyone know, but she's acting so damn different and everyone can tell that something is going on.

She tries to spend most of her time alone in a room or alone in a forest.

You and her come together, freaking out and trying to find a solution.

Kensei:

Honestly, probably screams for a solid 5 minutes when he wakes up in your body.

Freaks out for sure and def has a panic attack for a good hour or two.

Def tells Mashiro and Rose and wants them to help them.

Mashiro and Rose spend all day trying to figure out how to reverse what has happened to him.

Def stays inside and tries to keep himself occupied until he can get back into his own body.

Mayuri:

Would totally do it as an experiment and does research on it.

Def does it in your sleep so you don't realize that you wake up in Mayuri's body.

You totally freak out and run to find Mayuri, but he's long gone doing endless hours of research and experiments.

He's super interested in it and cannot stop staring at himself or touching his new body.

The point is the man is doing endless experiments and tests and isn't done until he says so.

So have fun being stuck in Mayuri's body for a few days or maybe a week...