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Him going in to grab my a$$

“would you die for me?”

you’re laying on sukuna’s bare chest, fingers tracing the dark ink of his tattoos. he scoffs, glancing from his phone down to you before rolling his eyes.

“why would i be dying?”

“like… I don’t know, would you jump in front of a bullet to save me?”

“obviously.”

you huff out a bit of laughter.

“you would?”

his red eyes meet yours, a bored look in them.

“yes idiot, i would jump in front of a bullet to save you.”

“that’s so sweet.”

“yeah i know, boyfriend of the year,” sukuna grumbles, going back to his phone.

it’s silent for another moment before you think of something else.

…

“would you… kill for me?”

his grip on you tightens for a minute and he sets his phone down. one rough hands comes up and clasps your chin, lifting your eyes to meet his.

“do i need to?”

your eyes widen slightly, gulping at the intensity in his.

“i… well no… not right now, i just wondered if you would.”

“yes.”

he releases your jaw and your head drops back to his chest. he goes back to his phone as your heart pounds a little harder in your chest.

…

“… ‘kuna?”

“yeah?”

“would you still love me if i was a worm?”

Danny Johnson they could never make me hate you

Hello Roshni! Based on evidence and vibes alone, who are your top 10 Bleach characters with the longest tongues? Long enough to ride on ykyk

I looove everything you write! Please keep writing queen and never let anyone dim your light (i.e. be as unhinged as you want to be aksdhlf <3)

Thank you so much for all your support and not judging my… weird unhinged moments 🫣 ILY 💜💜

And you know my kinks pretty well now. Hehe

So long tongue fuck boys…. My list would be purely indulgence bias. No evidence. Mostly head canon.

Nsfw.

cw: body modification, cervix, womb, etc unhinged post below. Kinktober came early!

10. Renji (long ass Zanpakuto complementing his long dick and tongue? I know stupid reason but i always head canon him with a long tongue)

9. Gin (again, same reason as Renji. And i just see this cunning snake unexpectedly extending out his tongue while eating you out, lips sealed against your lips until you are a whimpering mess.)

8. Askin (i wonder how many taste buds he got on his tongue. 5 million? Average human have 5-10k. Maybe he can tell you what you taste like…. Sorry!!!!)

7. Shinji (why you think he got that piercing? Just an add on to his existing assets. His wide Cheshire grin says it all. Oh lets play a game: Can his piercing touch your cervix? Got to find the right position to achieve that)

6. Akon (i think body modification has its pro. You just ask him you want his tongue to reach the deep depths of your womb and he probably will make that happen)

5. Nnoitra (his Espada number is on his tongue. And have you seen his tongue- long and thick like a dick. Would definitely stretch out that pussy like a fat dick would. Also like Shinji, i feel like the wider the grin, the longer the tongue)

4. Sajin (i mean given his form and genes. I wouldn't mind as long as he keeps those fangs away…or maybe we into the biting kink?)

3. Kenpachi (biased!!! But also i believe in the fan theory he came through the hell gates as a childand he ain't a normal soul. Can you imagine riding his long thick tongue and he unexpectedly zaps you with his spiritual pressure making you cum and squirt on the spot)

2. Mayuri (pro at body modifications. 1 and 2 maybe debated.)

1. Szayelaporro (i said my list is biased!! I'm sorry Mayuri fans. Szayel is my fav freaky scientist)

0. Soul King: okay hear me out. Imagine a character that was embodiment of just its tongue. Can you just imagine the freaky sex.

Can't show my face ever again!!!!!

Bleach Men and their favorite Positions (18+) ꨄ︎

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

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, mayuri kurotsuchi, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, shinji hirako, aizen sosuke

Kenpachi Zaraki - The Hanging Garden ꨄ︎

We all know Kenpachi is a big Man and a big Man always wants to show their dominance and strength over their woman. So there is no surprise that Kenpachi loves to fuck you as he stands tall, while he holds you up firmly by your ass with his strong hands, your legs wrapped around his waist. That Position gives him and his cock the perfect angle to thrust into your Pussy mercilessly and roughly, showing you that you are just a little doll in his strong beefy arms. He would fuck you till he pumps his heavy load of cum deep into your womb and even after that he wouldn’t stop.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi - Doggystyle ꨄ︎

Mayuri loves to fuck you from behind while you are on all fours, head pressed against the pillows. Grabbing you roughly by your ass, slamming his hips and cock into you deeply until you can feel a bulge building inside your tummy. He loves to smack your jiggly ass while it bounces back and forth on his cock, his long nail teasingly playing with your other hole. Mayuri loves to spit down on your pussy while he fucks you even faster, as he loves the sounds you both made together and he loves it even more when you squirt all over his cock.

Shunsui Kyoraku - Cowgirl ꨄ︎

This Man obviously loves when you ride him. He is lazy as fuck and he loves nothing more to sit back and let you do your thing. Bouncing on his hard cock up and down, holding you by your hips, cocky smile on his face as he watches every fucking reaction from you. Shunsui would play teasingly with your clit, as he sees you ride him even faster all desperately for your and his release. Funny thing? You thought he would be to lazy for a round two? No not all, his stamina is absolutely endlessly and you riding him was only a foreplay to him.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - Full Nelson ꨄ︎

We talked about this before. Legs lifted up in the air, hands tightly behind your neck while he slams his throbbing cock deep up into your sore pussy. Grimmjow is a menace, wanting to always show you that you and your pussy only belongs to him. And what shows it better than pistoning roughly into your womb while you can’t even fucking move? That and the massive fill of cum you get after it.

Shinji Hirako - Missionary ꨄ︎

Yeah, missionary sounds pretty boring but not with Shinji. Oh hell no, not with him. Intense eye contact while he folds you and molds you like he wants to. Deep slow thrusts into your squelching wet pussy. Sounds heavenly and is heavenly. He knows how to hit your sweet spot nice and slowly while he has you in a mean matting press and making you see stars with that slow but amazing pace.

Aizen Sosuke - Reverse Cowgirl ꨄ︎

Aizen loves when you ride him, especially in reverse style. He loves the view he‘s getting from your ass bouncing up and down on his cock. He would guide your movements sometimes to show you he has still dominance over you. The best part? When he slams you roughly down on his cock, holding you on it while he stuffs your insides with his white paint of sweet cum.

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how do the boys feel about giving oral?

The “I’ll put my whole face in it” crew. Enjoy giving oral just as much as receiving, if not more. They love the control it gives them, the way you react, and the satisfaction of knowing they can bring intense pleasure with just their mouth. Some do it teasingly, others with deep focus, but they all take pride in their skill and enthusiasm.

— Shunsui, Jushiro, Ichigo, Askin, Kisuke, Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Shinji

These men approach oral with precision, patience, and dedication. They see it as an art, taking their time to learn what works best. They may not be overly expressive or playful, but they are thorough and meticulous, ensuring that you’re fully satisfied.

— Byakuya, Jugram, Uryu, Aizen, Ulquiorra

For them, giving oral isn’t just an act of pleasure—it’s a statement of dominance or focus. They don’t do anything halfway, and when they go down, it’s either aggressive, unrelenting or deeply consuming. There’s no teasing, only raw power.

— Kenpachi, Yhwach

Enjoy making oral into a game. Whether it’s dragging things out, stopping right before the peak, or keeping you squirming, they find pleasure in the reaction they get. It’s all about teasing, pushing limits, and making it last.

— Gin, Hisagi, Renji

They are more than willing but aren’t the type to be overly eager or intense about it. They’ll give oral when you want it, enjoying it for the pleasure they provide rather than for their own. They may not be the most adventurous, but they put in the effort where it counts

— Starrk, Kira, Toshiro (adult), Ryuken

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

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

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

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

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

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kuchiki Byakuya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hirako Shinji

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kyoraku Shunsui

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ukitake Jushiro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Getting fucked from behind while bent over his desk, papers scattered all over the place. Your skirt lifted, panties lowered to your knees, his cock sliding in and out at a steady rhythmic pace. A lit cigarette in one hand, a phone in the other, casually taking a work call while he drills that greedy pussy of yours because it was lunch time and he went straight for dessert. Just stuffing you up like an eclair until overflowing and dripping down your legs as you carry out the rest of the day as if nothing transpired. But your sore leaky pussy says otherwise.

- Isshin, Shiu, Akon, maybe Shunsui on a stressful day

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GOD DAMN KYORAKU👅