Summary: Starrk finally takes the lead in your lovemaking, and he realizes, in surprise, that you're his place to call home.
WARNINGS: Nothing, really? vanilla sex / very soft, very sweet / drooling/reader tops / SMUT / NSFW
A/N: From the little survey that I posted a few days ago! I know technically Grimmjow won, and I promise I'll post his smut soon, but as Starrk generated more interaction, I decided to post him first!
Enjoy💜
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The world dissolved around him within your embrace. When you were this close, nothing surpassed the overwhelming euphoria that coursed through Stark's body like a mighty torrent.
Stark reclined, his head gently meeting the plush comfort of the pillows. A deep inhalation filled his lungs as he fought to maintain composure, captivated by the sight of you sucking him up so deep.
The room enveloped his senses with your enchanting scent, and the knowledge of being surrounded by someone with whom he shared such a profound connection nearly quelled his instinct to retreat completely.
Your palms glided tenderly over his exposed hips, their warm touch evoking a delightful tickle that elicited a sigh of contentment. He felt utterly at ease, soothed to the point of near slumber.
Initially, the notion of having your mouth near such a vulnerable part sprinkled uneasiness on him. That level of trust was a challenge to fully embrace. But now, surrendering to those delightful sensations came effortlessly, culminating in a joyous symphony of moans and tantalizing pleasure.
"You seem more sensitive than usual," you remarked, your tongue gently gliding over your lips.
Starrk raised his head, locking eyes with you, his gaze filled with desire and adoration. "Was I too loud?" he asked, his expression smitten.
A soft laugh escaped your lips. "A bit, but…" You kissed his hip bone, gently interrupting your words. "I…" Your lips trailed to his abdomen. "love…" and then further up, grazing his chest playfully. "it."
You smiled at him, now only inches away from his face. Starrk gazed at you with an enamored twinkle in his eyes, causing your heart to flutter.
"I like hearing you too," he murmured, his fingers tenderly caressing your cheek. "I'd love to… right now."
Starrk kissed you before drawing you into a warm embrace. You reciprocated, allowing his tongue in your mouth, delighting in the taste of it. You sighed against his mouth. His hands found your thighs, and he traced gentle circles, gradually ascending.
You leaned in to peck the tip of his nose, and in return, he grazed his lips against your chin. Your fingers entwined with his tousled brunette locks, gently unraveling them as you relished the feel of his hands caressing every inch of your back, exploring their contours with purposeful strokes.
He captured your lips again. The soft kissing sounds filled the air as you settled onto his lap. Gazing deeply into his eyes, you fisted his cock, rock hard, feeling it throb in your palm. A hiss escaped Starrk's lips.
“I want to be inside you,” he muttered, his voice laced with a desire improper of his kind.
"Yeah? How bad?"
You gave his dick a stroke. He groaned.
"Very."
"As you're being so good,"
You began to slide him in, yet deliberately slow, savoring the sweet torment of teasing him. Starrk, though eager, didn't mind the ache. He would have pleaded if you asked, begged, even, as so urgent was his need to be connected with you. He adored the sensation of your warmth around him.
Once you bottomed out, he pulled you against his chest, holding you in place as he thrust inside your cunt. The sudden force of it sent a shiver down your spine. It ticked in the best way as you felt him hitting a sweet point deep in you.
"What—?" you inquired, taken aback by his unusual proactiveness.
"Let me do it this time."
It was the depth of his gaze that made you nod. He rocked up his hips. You whimpered, resting your cheek on his shoulder. He leaned his head on yours, picking up a pace.
The sound of his thrusts was more and more sticky. The friction between you felt much better after a short while in which you simply abandoned yourself in his arms.
His breathing grew heavier with each moan leaving his throat. He sounded rapt, slurring his words as he chanted how good he felt, how soft you were, how nice was all of this. You moved to kiss his forehead. His drunk-like expression made you clench. The squeeze made him shut his eyes, brows almost touching.
“I love it,” he slurred.
“I know,” you breathed, “me too. Don’t hold back, I’m close.”
You separated your legs further to allow more friction in your front. The jolt of pleasure you felt in the paces matching sent your eyes to the back of your head. You allowed yourself to go lip on him, enjoying his desperate moans as much as the delight of his thrusts. You drooled all over his shoulder, unable to think as your mind burnt beyond any rational thinking.
The knot in your tummy grew tighter and tighter as your cunt sucked him so good. He relished in that sensation.
“Fuck, I’m coming!”
Your voice sounded so garbled through pleasure that it triggered him too. You felt the tension in your lower belly suddenly spread like heat waves through your body, pulsating. Starrk kept fucking you through it, not long before he reached his pick, shuddering.
A couple of seconds passed in which you tried to catch your breath. You pulled out, eliciting a small whimper from Starrk, who snuggled near you once you settled on the bed beside him.
You had caressed his cheeks as you smiled, feeling content. His eyes had shimmered with lovesick charm. You had wanted to urge him to remain still, assuring him that you would fetch a couple of hot towels to clean him up, but you couldn't bring yourself to move yet.
Starrk never took his eyes off you. His face was serene and relaxed, content. It seemed to him he had been searching for a place to claim as his home for far longer than an eternity, and now, all that yerning materialized at least: you appeared.
Amidst the dappled moonlight, your presence was a gentle breeze, whispering about belonging and love. From the depths of his Hollow heart (if he even had one), Starrk felt a longing stir, a sensation as strange as pleasant. He tried his best to put it into words.
"You are my pack."
You smiled at him, unable to stop. "I love you too."
✦ answering to this question from Byakuya anon 🌸.
✦ tw: slightly nsfw. especially the last hc. mentions of sex. nudity. taking baths together and the things I ll never have if I keep dating real men.
✦ an: pls follow the link to listen to Byakuya's VA singning the song I mention in the hcs ♡. The manga panel used for the banner is slightly altered, he isn't smiling in the original one. (sorry Kubo, I needed to)
✦ wc: 664
➜ Taking baths together. Not always they end on sex, specially when both have to attend the Gotei’s matters. But, Byakuya is so meticulous and delicate, he will take the time to treat you like the noble you are. Both will wash your hairs. His soft hands applying essential oils, both deserve -and enjoy the best-.
Speaking of baths, Byakuya doesn’t seem to understand how naturally handsome and sensual he is; whenever he takes shower alone you are absolutely allowed to sit outside to chat about the day -to chat and drool at him acting so nonchalantly, letting the sunrays of a new day filter and kiss his pale skin…
➜ Trips to most exclusive destinations in the world of the living. Would you like to put on your Gigai and go relax at the beaches of Bali? Sure. Would you like to visit Paris? Of course, as long as you don’t make him eat from a boulangerie, he would be ok with it. Venice, for the carnival you say? let's go.
By the way, Venice seems to be one of his favourite places; and yours too. During one of those nights, while staying at the Gritti Palace Hotel, with white sheets tumbled and the big window showing you the great canal, Byakuya would start singing “Bella Notte” while you dance… maybe naked, or maybe already dressed for a romantic dinner at the terrace.
➜ Looking at each other with prying eyes during social events/Gotei’s meetings. Dark blue sky eyes, sharp look scanning you, calling you to look at him. He is the type of man that will kill for you, that possess you but never cuts your freedom. Instead, he wins your exclusivity with a pleading stare that can melt your heart; Yes, that cold sight everybody always mention, with you is warm, is fire and love. You feel his attention need, your eyes search for his. A subtle smirk is enough to make Byakuya swallow and softly stretch his neck muscles. You may think he is trying to look more severe than normal, with more superiority, but he isn’t… he is just trying to process the way your sexy look makes his body feel. (You really believe nobody realizes, but everybody does, and they are all happy. Kuchiki Taicho needed you…) .
➜ Cooking Wakame Taiishii cookies together. He has a special cutter with the form of Wakame ambassador (and one of Chappy, whenever Rukia is around). You might know exactly how to make the dough, but, do you want him to stop telling you? Of course not. “Byakuya, love… come help me”. “Uhum” he would hum, coming from behind, stretching his arms, and placing his chin on your shoulder. “See? You should roll out the dough this… way”. The subtle weight of his body on yours, and your back arching just enough for your glutes to graze his crotch often ends up with burn cookies...
➜ Training, fighting. Nothing is sweeter, sexier, and more sensual than you and him sweating under the sun, wielding your Zanpakutos, crossing the edges of such powerful swords. A competition that leads both into being stronger, releasing the pressure of the day, putting your bodies at max… to end up tired, so tired after.
➜ And, as tired as you end up from training, both will cuddle in bed after. And I believe that, Byakuya is into a softer version of sleep play. He loves, adores, to delicately press his body against yours, to kiss your shoulder or for you to do it. Mumbling sleepy loving words with lips lingering, sloppy eyelids, the scent of your bodies lulling you to dream with paradise. And, if your bodies still respond… making love with no crazy positions, going slow, from the side, playing with your hair or you tracing little circles with your fingertip on his back. Fall asleep still inside you with a whispery “I love you”
synergy /ˈsɪnədʒi/
the interaction or cooperation of two or more organizations, substances, or other agents to produce a combined effect greater than the sum of their separate effects.
a/n: I suddenly remember I had this scenario in my byakuya folder from some months ago when I only posted one piece fics, so I re read it and said "why not posting it?" and so here it is. tw: trying for a baby with kuchiki taicho. impregnation and pregnancy alert. byakuya and reader try for a baby. a little bit of angst cause there is too much drama we can't forget. totally self indulging. slow love making. wc: 1.9K
tagging: @byakuyasbabe cause I'm sure you will love to read this one
“When will you bring us the next successor, Byakuya?” they ask him. But he only wants to have fun with her. He really wants to enjoy her, for him, only and just for him.
“Cherry blossom uncle… I want a cousin!” Ichika asks, while playing with her limited edition Chappy plushie Byakuya got for her…
Day and night, he is always so busy,
cold bed, cold kisses in between sleepy nights.
Avoiding his lover, because he knows,
because he can tell she wants it.
It’s so late, the water runs, and he splash his perfect countenance with it. In the privacy of his bathroom, Byakuya watches his reflection. He is paler than ever, he is tired, he is worried.
Does he really want a baby? Does he really want to share you with a new life?
“What a selfish behaviour, Byakuya” he repeats to himself, while tying his long hair up in a ponytail. Since the Quincy invasion, he hasn’t cut his hair, because he knows how much you love it. But because he also has to leave it long; he is a married man, the Kuchiki clan leader that’s becoming older and “mature”.
You close your book. Something is wrong with your love. He has been acting a lot more distant -than always-. Colder. Byakuya hasn’t been tangling in your sheets like he did every night, and the mornings are as quiet as dead.
It has started to snow. There are two things you like about the gardens outside, one is when they are covered in pure white and the other is when they are bathed by that pink mantle of sakura flowers.
You realize that Byakuya is taking too long inside the bathroom, and after taking a swift look outside, you take his haori to cover your body. Wearing just a fine silk gown outside bed isn’t very proper for winter.
Knocking softly on the wooden door that separates you from him, you wait for him to answer. But he doesn’t. You panic… is he alright?
“Byakuya? Are you in there? Are you ok, love?” you ask. You could open the door, but you respect his privacy more than anyone else.
You can hear some sounds inside, and then, the door opening. “Sorry, you needed to use the bathroom?” he asks, coming out and letting you space to pass.
But you stay in place; your hand reaches his wrist. You know something isn’t ok with him. Frowning in pure worry, you take a look at his deep blue eyes.
“No. I’m worried about you. You know you can tell me, perhaps I can’t help you solve the problem, but I can support you” you whisper, being really serious about it.
Byakuya loves your resolve, and he also loves the way your words are like a sweet balsam to any pain in his heart.
He takes a deep breath and pulls you towards his chest. As always, his hot embrace is enough for your soul to feel sparkles fly. Where there was a pressure that wouldn’t let you breath, now, there is an aura of pure protection and fresh air.
“Should we… be parents?” he asks, grazing your back and unable to look into your eyes.
You smile, with your cheek pressed against his chest. That’s the problem, after all… “Problem”.
“You wanna be a daddy, Bya?” you ask, pushing him softly away so that you could see his face.
His look softens; a daddy… he has heard Ichika call Renji “daddy” so many times, when he held her in his arms, when Rukia told her “daddy was home”.
He had imagined this before. But it didn’t go as planned… what if… what if he isn’t here to protect his baby? What if… you leave him and his baby?
“You are scared, aren’t you?” you ask, aware of him unable to speak, but telling you everything with his eyes.
He looks down at your hands; and slowly nods. Byakuya has learnt some years ago that being afraid of losing is what kept him alive, human, remembering that he indeed has a heart.
“I am. But… I don’t wanna be a father because of the rest pushing me to it… I want it because I-” he murmurs.
You are sure, however, that his real intentions aren’t to please anyone else, but his own heart demanding to bond his soul to yours with the fruit of your love.
You smile again. A beam that’s bright as the sun. Your hand reaches for his chubby cheek, a soft caress on his beardless face and a look that can only a person who loves the other can give.
“I’d love to become a mother, but only if the father is named Kuchiki Byakuya…” you whisper, pulling him closer to you as you walk backwards.
He grins.
Oh, caro mio, what a beautiful miracle is to see you smile…
Your legs hit the mattress behind, and you fall back. He follows you; both lay on the bed, looking at each other’s eyes. Lust? perhaps. But it’s tinted with so much profound love, it should be call purity.
“Can I make love to you, all night long?” he asks, with the tip of his nose grazing yours. His lips dancing so delicately over your crimson, needy ones. Your lover’s warm breathe mixing with yours, anticipating what you are about to do…
Joining bodies. Fingers interlocked.
It’s cold outside, and the soft flakes dance in a dark night.
But inside, the heat of your beating hearts, of your sensitive bodies…
Byakuya helps you lay your head on the pillow. The mellow orange tint of a candle dances and creates beautiful shadows against the wall. A shadow formed by two lovers kissing, by Byakuya’s soft hands undressing the woman underneath him.
His pale pink lips land on your forehead, on your lips, on your neck. He takes some time to inhale the spicy vanilla scent your skin has. Little grunts as a primal reaction when he does, he shivers, there is no woman in any of the worlds that could make him feel this way.
Byakuya’s delighted expression, is like a work of art for you. His frown softens, it looks like melting. His sharp eyes become the kindest. His lips barely separate, letting just a little bit of his front teeth to show. Long eyelashes create shadows on his cheeks.
“How can someone be so perfect…?” you ask, amazed, even after so long, at his angelical features.
The captain’s cheeks become blushed, hot even. The tip of his nose, too.
His lips barely tremble; and even if he wishes for you not to notice, you do. You play with a tuft of hair that’s been left outside of his low ponytail, curling it around your index. Even if the two of you were burning in desire, you didn’t want to rush things. It was all night long, right? There is plenty of time to enjoy every and each thing that you two will remember forever…
“Let me… please” you ask, slowly helping him free his body from the soft bamboula pants he is wearing. You enjoy the parts of his body you love the most, the kissable hip dips, the milky white skin so tight on his pelvic bones, the little scar that’s been there since his own petals cut him, what’s under the tiny happy trail that goes from his belly button down…
You are tempted to grab his sex, and you do with pure delicacy, making his muscles spasm and him to moan so seductively.
He reacts to it. Nothing should be received if it’s not given. Byakuya’s hand goes down, down to your sin. He takes it slow; nothing rushes him to enjoy the wetness forming in between your folds.
You begin to pump; you can feel his inner thighs tremble. He begins to trace circles on your core, making your toes to curl and your back to slightly arch in consequence.
Both give each other love, pleasure. Open mouths and pleading eyes fixed into the other’s. You can’t speak, neither does he. Why is it that you search for relief with only just your hands? Why don’t you melt into just one body already?
On the verge of climax, and with his lips around your nipples, you both stop for a brief second. “Do I?” he asks, when he wouldn’t normally do, he does now.
You bite your lip, you want this. He does too. Both ache for it, and yet still, even if it’s natural… you were scared.
How could you not?
Byakuya stands up, he simply kneels in between your legs. Legs that rest on top of his thighs, spread so that he finally buries into you.
“I love you…” he murmurs, passing his hand underneath your waist. He helps you sit on his lap, leaving space just for your sexes to join whenever you are ready.
“I love you, too” you whisper, crossing your arms behind his neck. You can feel his hardness touching your entrance. But it’s not eagerly searching to enter, it’s just as if it was so natural, a feeling you never felt before even after so many times… why does it feel like the first time?
Byakuya’s hands hang over the small of your back. Yours in between his shoulder blades. Soft pecks given with pouting lips, and perhaps some little tears pooling in your eyes. You weren’t sad, no… It’s just that emotions were big enough to overflow your heart.
When, and only after some time, his hips begin to move in and out of you, he traps your moans in his mouth. You pull from his hair, he moves your body to accompany his thrusts.
Everything seems to go slow, so slow. You can feel each and every time his sex twitches inside of you. He can feel the way your walls spasm, clench to his length.
Your nails carve on his back, his teeth on your shoulder.
What a mystery it is the way the flame of desire gets feed by love, the way it grows so big, consuming all the air around, allowing bodies to succumb to nonsense and be only slaves of pleasure…
Words that turn to whimpers, emotions only expressed with physical reactions. Skin that sweats, skin that shivers, that turns hot and red. Lips bitten, pupils dilated.
Byakuya stops hitting you with steady thrusts that have become faster now. He blinks twice, he knows that he is about to finish. And you know it too.
The captain can’t speak, and can’t barely hold himself still… tell him to do it, tell him to finally seal this deal called eternal love.
You smile, blinking slowly and nod. You can’t speak, either. But, you just told him everything he needed.
His lips crash against yours. It’s not soft, not slow, not delicate. Now it hits you with the violence, the need, the passion, everything his soul is and that he usually keeps it locked in. Byakuya, and his impulses, everything he is, his true self and the part of him you love the most… the rush and the force of his love, filling you up, making you shiver, making you climax…
“Whatever the outcome of this it is… don’t you ever leave my side. I love you more than words can express” he grunts, once he thinks has finished but still some spasms invade his body.
You rest your forehead on his shoulder, still connected, feeling the warm pressure in your insides… “As long as your light keeps shining in the middle of my nights, I will be always here… I love you; I love you so much”
I love this man. Enjoy my newest brain rot. I’ll get requests done soon, I’m mainly wanting to write for Toshiro and Byakuya.
Warnings:
None
Byakuya Kuchiki was a vision of moonlight and stardust, a noble figure in all his finery. He stood tall, as though his kenseikan weighed him down with the heavy burden of honor and duty he bore. His skin glowed like polished ivory in the pale light of the Soul Society and his eyes shone brighter than any star even when casted to the ground the mortals walked.
You were the one person that could make him feel something he hadn't felt in such a long time; joy. He finally felt like he belonged somewhere and that was with you. Every day filled with laughter, smiles and love replaced the dullness of his life before. With you, he didn't have to be alone anymore and for once in his life, it felt like everything was going to be alright.
Time flew by and soon everyone around you knew that the you were meant for each other. You two started making plans for their future, wanting to build a life together that would be full of love, laughter and joy. Both of you were sure this was what you wanted.
Byakuya wanted to marry you. He had never felt more sure of anything in his life. He knew that as long as you were by his side, he could face anything the world might throw at him. He wanted to show his love for you in a way that would last forever, so he asked your father for permission to marry you.
Your father was a quiet man but nevertheless, he could see the depth of Byakuya's love and care for you and gave him his blessing.
Byakuya made sure everything was perfect before asking you to marry him. Byakuya Kuchiki, resplendent in the noble regalia of the Kuchikis, was going to ask you to marry him on March 13, the first day of the Cherry blossom season for the world of the living.
On that fateful day, Byakuya finally asked for your hand in marriage. You felt overwhelmed with emotion; it was clear to you that this man was truly devoted to you and would love and care for you forever.
Byakuya could see the joy radiating from your face as he took out a little box from his pocket, revealing a beautiful cherry blossom-shaped diamond ring. You smiled and without warning, tears started to stream down your face as you silently nodded in agreement.
The two of you were wed a few weeks later under the cherry blossoms. Despite the time constraints, Byakuya had put together a grand ceremony that was filled with wonder and joy. The newlyweds danced all night beneath the soft petals of the cherry blossoms.
loni hiiii, so this might be TOO self indulgent of me but I absolutely ADORED the Byakuya headcanons you wrote last time and it would be amazing to see some nfsw ones if possible? no pressure to do as well, just take this as me shooting my shot!
CONTENT: Smut, penetration, fingering, bondage, creampies, different sex positions, oral sex, not proofread
NOTES: Thank you for requesting! I hope you'll like these. There is no request that is too self-indulgent! 🖤
Byakuya is a prim and proper man. At least on the surface and at first glance. He takes his time before he gets intimate with you within your relationship. While on one hand he definitely does this because it's the proper way™ to go about things, it is also because the anticipation that builds is just too sweet to go without.
The type to be slow and thorough about it. There are no quick numbers with this man. If he plans to sleep with you, he will free up his evening entirely and maybe even a good portion of the next morning.
But if you are truly needy for him and it's inconvenient to have full-blown sex, he will absolutely use his fingers to get you off. He is strict but there is no way in hell he lets his wife deal with sexual frustration for too long.
However, he does like to tease you a little. He savors your reactions and it turns him on to see you get a little frustrated with him. Don't worry, he won't overdo it, since your pleasure means the world to him.
Neither a boob man nor an ass man. He is into legs. There is something about how you walk, how they look when he gets a glimpse of them and about how they feel when you wrap them around his hips.
Definitely a little quiet at first. If you want him to be more vocal you either have to surprise him, or just be direct and tell him.
Very good with his hands. This stoic man surprisingly knows his way around the female body rather well. What he lacks in a natural kind of erotic intimacy, he makes up for in skill.
Very into bondage. He got the authority act down pat, so if you add restraints, he will be more than happy to teach you a lesson in patience.
Intimacy only happens at home. Most he will do is tease you a little in public, but in a way where no one can tell.
Speaking of intimacy and the no-quickies thing:
Expect multiple positions and multiple orgasms. Byakuya himself doesn't have that high of a sex drive himself, but bringing you pleasure is his favorite thing to do. Foreplay is so drawn out with this man that by the time he slides into you, you are already a mess. It's what he prefers.
Prefers giving as opposed to receiving and if you ever do end up sucking him off, he probably tells you that you do not have to. Do not try to kneel in front of him. As much as he loves his authority, he respects you too much. I think he likes to hold onto this equal level that you are on within your relationship.
And yet, if it's about him being on his knees for you, he sees no issue. Hypocrite.
As for positions, I think he is someone that prefers the classics. Loves any position that allows him to see your face. Missionary is his go-to but he likes pulling one of your legs over his shoulder for deeper penetration (if you can). He knows what he is doing.
Spooning sex in the morning or in the late evening, when both of you are sleepy and tired is also one of his favorites. While that might not be optimal for being face to face, it allows him to hold you close and reach around to rub your clit.
His guilty pleasure is having you ride him while he gets to lay down. Not lazy by any means, but he loves seeing you take your pleasure and move the way you need it. His hands will end up on your hips to guide you, should you get tired.
Cums inside. He doesn't like defiling you by making a mess on your body and he also likes the intimacy of it.
Not a big cuddler during aftercare, but he makes sure you are taken care of. Asks you how you are feeling, brings you something to drink. Definitely lets you cuddle against his side as he absentmindedly runs his fingers over your skin. During these moments, he is quiet in a different way than usual. He looks at peace.
Byakuya prefers to keep affection in private, both because of his own preferences and because of the way he has been raised as a clan head. There are countless rules he has to follow in his daily life, and they only get more complicated the more serious he becomes about a relationship.
Because of his position as a squad captain and a clan head, it is not proper for him to even admit being in a relationship with someone outside of the aristocratic clans of Soul Society. It's viewed as a dishonor to the Kuchiki bloodline and legacy.
Therefore, since he's already considered a disappointment in the eyes of the elderly, there's nothing stopping Byakuya from disappointing them further. The damage is already done, because he has no intention of letting you go. He might as well enjoy the ride.
Still, Byakuya feels too shy to engage in something heated under the scrutiny of strangers’ eyes. Whenever the two of you are in public, which basically consists of everywhere outside of Byakuya's personal apartments at the Kuchiki manor, he’ll be extremely stoic and almost indifferent to you most of the time. The most you can get from him are feather-light brushes of his hand over yours or the gentle but tender kiss on top of your palm.
It's still more than the clan aristocracy can handle, but their protests land on deaf ears.
If only Byakuya felt more comfortable with public displays of affection, he'd engage in them more often. He loves you, and enjoys every aspect of you - if it was up to him, he'd always touch you in one way or another.
Throughout the day, Byakuya usually only kisses you on the cheek or the crown of your head when he walks past. It soon becomes almost a habit, and he's overjoyed when you start returning the favor.
He's often busy with all the paperwork and has little time to spare during the day to be with you. That's why he appreciates it so much when you choose to sit quietly with him in the room, taking care of your own work, reading or resting. There are plenty of servants in the Kuchiki manor, but he appreciates it when you decide to brew fresh tea or bring him fruits and snacks. He always plants a kiss over your hands.
Byakuya is more open when he's out of the public eye, and is more willing to take things further. When the two of you are alone, Byakuya will take his time running his fingers over the sensitive skin of your jaw and neck. He tilts your chin up slightly to face him, and marvels at the way your eyelids always flutter in that moment.
His kiss is almost a brush of lips over yours at first, but he's a master of asking for permission with every movement and stroke. It'll turn heated before you realize you're gasping for breath and clinging to his clothes. His hands hold onto you with just as much need, grounding you when you feel lightheaded.
Byakuya doesn't like when you depart, whether on a mission or back to the world of the living. He always makes sure to see you leave and parts with a kiss. He's gentle and considerate, and you can feel him already longing for the moment you're back.
He cups your face and looks into your eyes with sadness shining in his own. He understands the reasons why you have to leave and doesn't stop you. The kiss isn't long, but it takes you breath away with how much it encompasses.
I would like to sit on Byakuya's face pls 🥺 that is my prompt 🥺
See that wasn’t so hard was it?
“Sit.”
“But-“
“Sit.”
Byakuya wears a blank expression but his eyebrows are knit together slightly in irritation. You hover over his face, bare and needy yet still so unsure. His hands rest on your thighs, patient as always but your hesitance is beginning to grate on his nerves because it’s so unnecessary.
“What if I suffocate you?”
“Impossible.”
“But-“
“Impossible. Sit down, my love.”
“Byakuya, I can’t just-“
Clucking his teeth, he tightens his grip on your thighs and seats you where he wants you, right on his face, just like he said, with zero effort. Dark eyes blink up at you as his tongue snakes out to run up the length of your slit, your thighs tightening around his ears involuntarily as he flicks the tip at your clit.
“Baby- wait-“
“No more waiting,” he mumbles, his tongue prodding it’s way inside you. Any arguments die in your throat as he makes tender love to you with his mouth, completely undeterred when you start humping his face, grinding against the slope of his nose as he works you towards the edge orgasm.
Your fingers tighten in his dark hair for leverage as he sucks on your clit, the sounds of your whining muffled by your thighs where they bracket his head. It’s damn near impossible not to just push down harder against his diligent mouth, but he pulls you closer anyway and the gesture makes you feverish.
His own cheeks are flushed and his chest heaves but he’s spurred on by your bucking hips, caring for naught but your explosive end. And when you reach it and your thighs continue to quake as you lift yourself off his glistening face, he’s pulling you back in for more, deaf to your embarrassed protesting.
ok so basicallyyyyyy Aizen ruining Reader infront of the Espada?🙇♀️
I swear you guys are reading my mind with all these requests 😩
Idk what's wrong with me, but I can't help but add fluff at the to every smutty thing I write.
Your entire body was on fire as if it wasn't embarrassing enough to being sitting butt naked on Aizen's throne and on his lap, all the Espada were around.
They were here on Aizen's orders, but he has to have his way with you first before getting to business.
Aizen's hand gives your thigh a slight squeeze and his fingers travel down to your core. You gulp and grab onto his hand, pulling it away.
"Aizen, please. This is embarrassing," you seethe out, squeezing his hand. For a slight moment his eyes soften, then darken with lust and mischief.
You glance over at the Espada, their eyes weren't on you, but they were definitely listening.
Suddenly, Aizen's thumb pulls down your bottom lip and your eyes shoot back over to him. Your lips slightly part open and Aizen's waste no time, sticking his finger inside your mouth.
A gasp leaves your lips and Aizen's cock hardens as your tongue swirls around his finger. He slowly pulls his finger out of your mouth and dips his head down towards your lips.
You both sit there, lingering with your lips open. You glance down into Aizen's eyes and don't even notice that your grip on his hand has completely disappeared.
Aizen dips his head down to your ear and exhales deeply. His breath hits your ear and sends a chill down your spine.
"I'm going to ruin you," he whispers, thrusting two of his fingers inside of you. A loud moan escapes your lips and you hunch over, biting your bottom lip.
"What about them?" you mumble out, your burning bright red.
"Let them watch and hear how you scream out my name," Aizen teases you, curling his fingers inside you cunt and hitting your sweet spot, over and over.
Tiny whimpers and winces leave your lips. He leaves his fingers inside your core for a moment and presses his thumb down on your clit. Your jaw drops open and you lean your head back.
Tears were threatening to leave your eyelids as he starts to slowly move his fingers in and out of you, curling and hitting your spot each time.
Your chest pounds as you start to rock your hips back and forth. Aizen glances at up and a smirk tugs on his face.
"Aizen..." you moan out, your face twisting in pleasure as you reach your high. Aizen groans quietly as you cum all over his fingers and slowly pulls them out of your core.
You breath heavily and Aizen places a tiny kiss on your jawline.
Aizen's hand grip onto your waist and he easily lifts you up off his lap, standing up.
"Bend over," he demands and you gulp, but you obey. You bend over on the throne, grabbing onto it for stability as you hear his pants drop down.
He rubs your cum over the shaft over his cock and alines his tip with your entrance. Aizen starts to rub your entrance with the tip and you whimper.
You clench your fists and suddenly a sharp sting on your ass makes your entire body jolt.
"Be a good girl and take it," Aizen demands and you nod your head. Aizen slowly inserts his cock inside of you, fully bottoming out.
Moans leave both of your lips and Aizen lets out a low chuckle.
Aizen's teeth sink down into your neck and you moan out. His cock slowly drags in and out of your cunt, but it's not enough. Your breath hitches in your throat as he starts to pound faster and deep into you.
Aizen presses his chest right up against your back, his full weight restricting your movements. His lips linger on the nape of your nape, harsh pants and groans slipping out.
Rapid moans and the sound of him pounding against you fill the room. Your fingernails dig into the throne and you rest the side of your face on the seat of it.
His cock hits your spot each time, earning a loud moan from you. Your insides were twisting around and sweat glistens on your forehead.
Aizen's hand squeezes your ass and his free hand reaches down. His thumb starts to flick your bud and it overwhelms your senses. You scream out with immense pleasure as the cum squirts out of you, unable to control yourself.
You can't help the panted breaths coming out from your lips as Aizen's thrusts become sloppy, but are still rough. His skin slaps against yours and he lets out a low groan.
His cock tenses up and his hot cum fills up your cunt. Your thighs slightly shake and Aizen wraps an arm around your lower belly, holding you up.
"Just...don't pull out yet," you pant out as he breathes heavily. He kisses the blades of your shoulders as your cunt squeezes around his cock.
Your muscles throb and ache as Aizen slowly pulls out from you. A shaky breath leaves your lips as Aizen pulls his pants back up from his ankles.
"Meeting's canceled," he announces as you collapse on your knees. Aizen carefully wraps his arms around your fragile body and lifts you up into his arms, taking you back to private room to take care of you.
Can I please request Las noches Aizen being fluffy with his girlfriend? Thank you!
Thank you for your request and for your patience as I wrote this!
I’ll put it under a cut incase it gets too long.
Here is the ao3 link for those interested!
Aizen was in a peculiar mood tonight. He rarely felt anger, but tonight he was seething. He never showed it to his subordinates, Tosen or Gin, but it was a test of his patience and power, not to obliterate most of the Espada with his spiritual pressure at tonight’s meeting.
As he approached his bedchamber, he heard a familiar tune. He pushed the door open gently, where he saw you sitting at the windowsill, starring out to the moonlit desert of Hueco Mundo. You were singing an old song, but he could barely hear your voice until he was closer to you.
Before he could say anything to you, you turned around to see him. Even with the utmost control of his spiritual presence, Aizen knew you could sense him, just as he could sense you. Your aura felt calming, enveloping his being in a soothing glow. He sat next to you, taking note of how the moonlight highlighted the features of your face.
You held a soft smile for him as you caressed his face, rubbing your thumb gently over his bottom lip. You noticed the strain and tiredness of his eyes, his face seemed tight, his posture tense.
“Tough day at the office?” You laughed.
A deep chuckle escaped Aizen’s lips. You always knew what to say to catch him off-guard.
You cupped his face into your hand, inching closer and closer to him until your noses were touching. You left a soft kiss across his lips as you heard him let out a sigh. A sigh with all the worries, angers, and troubles he had today, being let out.
“Why don’t you get ready for bed then, you can tell me all about it.” You murmured to him, rubbing your noses together. Aizen nodded in agreement, leaving you with another kiss as he made his way to the showers to get read for bed.
With you in his presence, anger, rage and annoyance felt far away, like the grains of sand drifting in the desert.
