Anjo

He tilted his head, looking at with you sincerity. "Listen, you've got a body that drives me outta my damn mind, but it's not just that. I love the way you look when you're laughing, when you're grumpy in the mornings, and when you're in those ugly socks you think I don't know about." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, lingering there a little longer than needed. "I'm not gonna stop wanting you. So don't go telling yourself that crap, alright?"

Jushiro Ukitake

He paused mid-sentence, fingers still curled around the edge of the tea tray he'd been preparing, expression softening with concern. "What was that, my love?" he asked, though he'd heard you perfectly. Setting the tray down with care, he walked over with quiet steps and reached for your hands, thumbs brushing over your knuckles. "You're scared I'll stop finding you attractive?" he repeated gently, brows furrowing like it pained him to even say the words. "Why would such a thought ever cross your mind?"

Jushiro drew you closer, guiding your hands to rest against his chest where his heart beat steadily beneath your palms. "I have admired many things in my life, the moonlight on water, the first plum blossoms in spring, but none hold a candle to the way you simply exist," he murmured, smiling faintly. "I treasure every part of you. Not just in the moments you feel beautiful, but especially in the ones you don't. That's when you need my gaze the most, and I'll never withhold that from you."

Shunsui Kyoraku

He chuckled at first, until he realized you weren't joking. The way your gaze dropped, the hesitation in your tone, it wasn't a tease. Shunsui's entire demeanour shifted. His smile faded into something far more serious as he stepped closer, lifting his hat and setting it aside. "Ah, cariño [dear]," he murmured, reaching out to tip your chin up. "Do you really think my heart's that shallow? That my desire for you is skin-deep and fleeting?"

He wrapped his arms around you then, not lazily like he sometimes did, but with purpose, like he was holding something precious. "You're not some passing summer romance. You're the one I want in every season, in every mood, in every shade of light." His voice lowered, lips brushing against the curve of your jaw as he spoke. "I don't just find you attractive. I crave you. Every inch of you, every day. And if I haven't made that clear, then shame on me." He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, the smirk returning as he winked, "But don't worry. I can be veeeery convincing, if you need reminding."

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Toshiro froze, hand still mid-turn from closing the door behind him, and his brows pulled together in a tight line. "What did you say?" His words weren't sharp but they were clearly tense with disbelief. When you didn't answer right away, his eyes narrowed, "That's... ridiculous," he muttered, stepping forward until he was close enough to reach for your hand. His grip was firm, cool fingers wrapping around yours, "I don't say things I don't mean. If I said I find you beautiful, it's because I do."

He let out a sigh, more frustrated with himself than with you. "I'm not good with this stuff," he admitted, keeping your hand in his, "but you're not just attractive to me. You're you. And that includes your heart, your voice, your stubbornness, your laugh, all of it. I didn't fall for a shape. I fell for everything that makes you, you." His thumb grazed your knuckles again before he pulled you into a rare but tight embrace, resting his chin gently against your shoulder. "Next time that thought creeps in, ignore it, because it's not true."

Kenpachi Zaraki

You barely got the words out before he was squinting at you like you'd started speaking another language. "Huh? What the hell are you talkin' about?" Kenpachi asked, arms crossing. He wasn't good at emotional stuff, you knew that, but even he could recognize something's been on your mind for a while, and this was it. "You scared I'll stop thinkin' you're hot?" he repeated slowly. "Heh, you're lucky I don't drag you into bed every time you walk past. You ever see what you look like when you're pissed off? It's goddamn gorgeous."

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly irritated with the idea that you'd ever think something so off-base. "I don't do fake. If I didn't want you, I wouldn't be here." He stepped in and hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you roughly against him. "You're thick in all the ways I like, you fight me when you're grumpy, and you call me out on my bullshit without flinching an inch." He smirked, teeth flashing. "Ain't nothin' about you I'm gettin' tired of. Don't believe me? I'll just prove it to you in other ways."

Ikkaku Madarame

He blinked like he hadn't heard you right, then scoffed. "The hell?" Ikkaku rubbed the back of his neck, "You seriously think I'd stop wanting you?" He stepped closer, eyes narrowing just a bit. "You think I pick just anyone to patch me up after a fight, to stick around when things get messy?" He tapped your forehead gently with two fingers. "You're not just anyone. You're mine."

He grinned then grabbed your hand and guided it to his chest. "Feel that? That heartbeat's been goin' crazy for you since day one." His voice dipped just enough to get your stomach flipping. "You've got curves that make my blood boil and a mouth that drives me nuts in all the best ways." He leaned in close, nose brushing yours, "The only way I'm quittin' you is if someone manages to kill me first."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

He stared at you with eerie stillness, golden eyes unblinking. "That is a staggeringly inefficient line of thought," he said at last, voice clipped with distain. "You think attraction is some volatile element that fades with time? How pedestrian." He tilted his head, studying you the way he did his research, meticulously, obsessively. "If I had lost interest, you would know. I do not entertain experiments with failing data." His lips twitched upward, clearly amused. "And thus why you're still here with me."

He walked a slow circle around you, fingertips brushing along your shoulder as he passed. "Your form, your proportions, your expression... They're all fascinating constants I have no intention of discarding." His hand settled lightly at your hip, "You are not a temporary indulgence. You are an unpredictable variable in my otherwise predictable world. And I find your physicality..." He paused, "...exquisitely suited to my preferences." The smirk he gave you was enough to send chills down your spine. "So stop wasting time on baseless fears."

Shuhei Hisagi

He was quiet for a long moment, the silence stretching as he set down the cloth he'd been using to polish his blade. His gaze didn't immediately meet yours, as he opted for the table instead, "You know I don't say things I don't mean... That doesn't just change because you're having a bad day with yourself." It was clear he wasn't frustrated with you, but with the voice in your head that made you doubt both yourself and him.

He walked over to you before pausing. Then, his hands slowly settled on your hips, "I'm not good at romantic speeches, so I won't pretend I have the right words to chase this fear off forever," he admitted. "But if you think I'm going to wake up one day and stop wanting you, then you don't know how long I've already been wanting you. Through the good days, the rough ones and everything in between." He didn't kiss you right then. He just stayed close, letting his presence do the talking.

Izuru Kira

A slow, quiet sadness that settled behind his eyes, like he'd always been waiting for the day you'd ask. "That's what you think I'll do?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Lose interest? Drift away? Look at you and feel nothing?" His gaze didn't leave yours, but his shoulders lowered like the thought physically weighed on him. "You wouldn't be the first person to think that about me. But you'd be the first who mattered."

He sighed softly as his gaze shifted down to the floor, "I don't fall in love easily. And when I do, it stays. Even when it hurts. Even when I think I don't deserve it." He reached for your hand and held it gently between both of his, his gaze moving to meet yours once more. "You think I'll stop finding you attractive someday. But what scares me more is that you'll stop believing I ever meant it." His thumb brushed against your skin, tentatively, "I love you, so... so much."

“Haa… fuck.” you pant.

“That good, huh?” Enjin smirks, already reaching for the pack of cigarettes that's half buried beneath the condom wrappers on his nightstand. His tattooed back flexes with the movement, your hand moving on its own to gently drag your nails across the inked skin.

Then he eases onto his back again, lighting the last cigarette and inhaling the smoke.

You tilt your head to the side, shifting your arm just enough to watch him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Kinda underwhelming, actually.” you tease, reaching over to pluck the cigarette straight from his lips. “I've had better sex with my fingers.”

Enjin lets out a quiet huff of amusement, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches you take a drag. His eyes flick to your lips as they close around the filter, brow lifting slightly.

“Yeah?” A small, knowing smile pulls at his lips. “That's funny. Coulda sworn you were screaming on my ‘underwhelming’ dick just a minute ago. What was it you were saying again..?” he tilts his head, pitching his voice just enough to mimic your tone. ‘Oh, fuck, Enjin! harder!”

"Don't.” you shoot him a warning glare, inhaling and blowing the smoke through your mouth before passing the cigarette back to him, unimpressed.

"...oh my god, Enjin! You're so deep! ohhh right there, fuck, I think i’m gonna pee!”

"Shut up!” you laugh, smacking his bicep before dragging the sheets up over your face in embarrassment, your voice coming out muffled from beneath the fabric. “Ughh. I didn’t know I could do that, okay?” you admitted, peeking out just enough to glare at him. “...I'd never squirted before.”

“Mhm. I could tell.” Enjin’s grin deepens, that familiar cocky grin settling back as he takes a slow drag of his cigarette. His eyes lingers on yours for a beat before he leans over to stub it out in the ashtray.

"Hey!" you protest, shoving the sheets off your face. “I was still smoking that.”

Enjin snorts. “And I like your lungs the way they are, princess."

You don't even get a chance to argue before he's moving - a surprised yelp slipping from your lips when the sheets are suddenly yanked away entirely. Enjin climbs on top of you to steal a kiss, only to descend lower until his shoulders settle right between your thighs, his hands hooking under your legs and draping them over his arms.

“Enjin... what are you doing?”

He doesn't answer. All you can do is watch as he leans down to press a row of slow, deliberate kisses along your inner thigh and outer lips - inching closer to your sensitive clit every time. Then he pulls back just an inch, eyes locking onto yours as his thumbs slide into position, gently parting you.