✨WEEBS-PARADISE✨

Read my ‘Welcome’ post prior for rules (they are subject to change at anytime). Requests status is placed after each section title.

Key guide: ⚠️💨👀💦✅💟❌

⚠️ = Minors Do Not Interact

💟 = Fluff and cute stuffs

❌ = Angst

💨 = Mentions of marijuana, other forms of recreation

👀 = Slight smut. (grabbing, squeezing, patting etc.)

💦 = NSFW ABSOLUTELY 18+ SMUT!

✅ = Minor Friendly my page is hardly minor friendly what are you doing here?

Bleach: Open🔥

Captains & Espadas 🪴

Lieutenants & Shinigami/Humans🍄

Fullbringers🌵

Quincies & Visored🌺

Demon Slayer: Closed

Hashiras🐉

Demons🪲

One Piece: Open🌊

Monkey D. Luffy☀️

Sanji Vinsmoke💗

Roronoa Zoro⚔️

Trafalgar D. Law🩻

Shanks🦈

Jujutsu Kaisen: Closed🪐

Gojo Sensei 🪐

Sukuna Ryomen 🍄

Itadori Yuji✨

Fushiguro Megumi🍀

I still have a headcannon bleach captains, Shinji x reader, and Shunsui x reader (fem for both) waiting to be finished. But, I’m curious.. how would you, my beloved followers, want them to end? At least for the story fics I have in my drafts. Tell me in comments, or just yell at me and tell me to finish them no question..

Oh! Yes! Absolutely I do still write for bleach, I’ve just been on.. break? Hiatus? Okay, I’ve been on Janitor AI that’s the truth, but I have been wanting to get back into fanfiction writing again. I am definitely down to do more Shinji x reader stuff too 💖🤙🏽 because let’s be fr hes bae and I’m tired of everyone saying he’s not. 🥰💐

I have a few drafts still that I should really finish, they’re mostly bleach x reader, so please stay tuned I want to return as soon as possible! I love you! Thank you for checking my page out 💗🪐 OH P.S if you would like me to tag you in the finished story I can totally do that too!

Update: ‘God, I Love It When You Get A Lil’ Nasty’ is in the works and MY GOD it’s glorious, stay tuned! She’s almost ready for posting!

There's something romantic to me in the complete trust involved in domination. Another person allowing themselves to become vulnerable and pliable for me.

I think its something Jushiro would enjoy. The trust involved I mean. Even in a non-sexual context. Just the intimate control involved in massaging someone (massage scenarios 👌👌👌).

Anyways, ramble done

-@dragon-anon

So anyway here you go! After a few months, I finally decided to come up with the massage scenarios/one shots for our beloved bleach captains! Our white haired angel Jūshirō being the first star of the show of course 🥰 Thanks a million for being so active here I appreciate it so much 😭🙏🏼, I hope you enjoy!👋🏽😋

🌸The Art of Touching You🌸

SS👀FLUFF💟MDI⚠️

-My take on massage one shot, story scenario thingies idk what you call them (from two different perspectives giving one, and receiving one) from 3 of our beloved bleach captains! Giving referring to reader x character and Receiving referring to character x reader

Lineup: Jūshirō Ukitake, Shunsui Kyoraku, Byakua Kuchiki

Warnings: Some groping but we’re massaging so it’s kind of an occupational hazard, medium language, roaming hands, tongue kisses, moaning from pain relief(?), brat tamer byakuya! !Minors do not interact! Mostly sfw 😜

🌸Jūshirō Ukitake🌸

💠Giving: Jūshirō places the last box, scribbled in big black sharpie, “Living Room”, down on the fluffy carpet. Dusting his hands in a clapping motion, he sighs happily staring at the stacked boxes that laid waist to the living room. Some opened and some still securely taped from the move. Taking a lone lamp from the craziness, he places it next to the sofa and turns it on before shuffling to meet you in the kitchen for dinner ideas.

Opened Chinese containers, used chopsticks, and fortune cookie wrappers decorated the rough set up area you and Jūshirō called in for the night. “You’re so tense tonight Shiro,” you speak to him in gentle consideration, knowing just how hard he’s worked today to make this move happen.

Your thumbs press into a tough knot that had formed over Jūshirō’s left shoulder, “thank your for bringing all the boxes in today, my love.” You hum gently in praise for his good work. Jūshirō sits shirtless between your legs on the floor, his hair pulled into a messy man-bun as you took place on the sofa behind him.

A stupid reality TV show played as subtle background noise, your TV sitting upon the still-packed away TV stand. A disgruntled groan left Jūshirō’s lips now and then as you pushed on his tender muscles. “Not so rough now, babe.” He hisses through his teeth and forces his bottom lip in a soft pout. The pad of your thumb swipes in large circles over the knot repetitively. “I’m sorry Shiro, I just don’t want this thing getting any worse.” You swoon apologetically at him slowly working your hands up to the back of his neck.

You had figured to give the knot some rest before you accidentally bruise him there. Jūshirō hums contently at the feeling of your gentle hands squeezing the muscles where his neck meets his back, rubbing more gentle circles between his shoulder blades. You catch yourself smiling fondly when you see Jūshirō hang his head under your fingertips. Jūshirō closed his eyes, fighting off the sleep that hung over him with each rotation.

Massage work quickly became mindless with the passing time. Cackling loudly at the TV, you followed along with the episode. This show was straight ridiculous, with it’s over dramatized couples fighting for pathetic reasons. It gave you something to focus on as your hands gripped and groped your boyfriends strong arms —the same ones you couldn’t wait to be held in later. Jūshirō sat quietly with his arms hanging over your knees, holding onto your shins with his large hands.

Gentle moans leave his mouth as you hit a tense spot under his bicep. His soft noises turn your attention there forcing your movements into soft kneads, running the muscle up and down under your palm.

Jūshirō’s lanky body melted like putty as you molded and reworked all the spots once more. Rolling his head into your lap his eyes landed in yours. “I love it when you touch me,” his voice sounding soft and faint. He’s so pretty, you thought as your heart fluttered from the look on his sleepy face, it bloomed a blushing smile on your own. “Well, I love touching you,” you cooed sweetly at him, placing your hands on his face you leaned in to place a kiss on his soft lips.

Move in day had been a success, now your life together can truly start. Forever is out there somewhere but it started here, in this peaceful serenity first.

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💠Receiving: These late hours were surely going to be the death of you at some point, you thought rolling your neck around. Stretching your arms in front of you and locking your fingers together, you swivel around in your desk chair. “Time to finally leave,” you sang happily grabbing your purse and keys from besides your desk drawer.

The office was in desperate need of overtime workers, and making a little more cash sounded pretty good to you when the email was sent out. It originally was only planned over the holidays but it bled further into the advancing Spring Semester Quota. The money was good, but it was leaving your relationship stagnant and tense, and you solemnly missed your husband, his gentle embrace, his dazzling smile.

Spending more time at the office and less of it at home made for missing a lot of things. Birthdays, get-togethers, holidays, and dates all becoming stressors and ‘extras’, then being genuine memories you create with the ones you’re supposed to love.

Opening your door and stepping through the threshold, the entryway desk digital clock flashes 11:02 pm on its black LED surface. You quietly pushed the door shut behind you and took a deep breath of your home's comfortable air. The house was dim and quiet, Jūshirō was probably sleeping you thought sadly, but he had been nice enough to leave some lights on for you.

Hanging your purse on the wall rack you kicked your heels off on the rubber mat meant for household shoes. They perched against Jūshirō’s work shoes that lay so nicely side by side and up against the wall. You smile softly thinking of the beautiful life you’ve managed to create with the man you love.

“Are you just getting home?” Jūshirō’s smooth, quiet voice jolts you from your reminiscent thoughts and thwarted you back into reality. “I thought you’d be in bed by now,” you say in surprise to his sudden appearance on the stairway. “Couldn’t sleep,” he sighed leaning an elbow on the column to the railing. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you spoke, sounding rigid —this wasn’t like either of you but going weeks, months, probably, without one another has deeply rooted this uncomfortable tension. For you anyway.

You nervously bit your bottom lip and looked down at your toes as they wiggled on the cool, dark wood floor. “How was your day,” Jūshirō pushes, noticing the slight discomfort you presented in his presence. “Long. Exhausting, you know. The usual.” You sighed out, chuckling to yourself by your nervous reaction to your husband. It didn’t feel as if you had been married to him for 10 years, but you certainly had. Getting married in your early twenties, and starting adulthood early got you here, in your own beautiful home with Jūshirō.

Taking a the last step down to your level, Jūshirō prowls behind you like a tiger, eying you up and down in your sleek pencil skirt and frilly white blouse, admiring how fitted it was around your waist. “What are you doing?” You ask stilling in your spot as he stood at your back. “What I can’t hug my wife?” “Maybe, give her a much needed massage after a long day?” Jūshirō chides you jokingly.

He laughs heartily, draping his arms around you from behind, swaddling you up against his solid chest, trapping you there. “I just-,” you stop, feeling an ache in your chest. “You work a lot.” Jūshirō began, “but, that will never change how much I love you.” His patience and fiery warmth, left you with fuzzy feelings and a deep blush covering your face. Tears collected at your corners, threatening to fall down your cheeks as you had assumed Jūshirō was fed up with your schedule.

He gently released you with a kiss on your temple. His big hands landed on your slouching shoulders. With steady and continuous pressure, he squeezed and unsqueezed your exhausted body. Pressing and ringing out your built up, untamed stress. For weeks, it had felt like the world was taking residence upon your back. Getting heavier with each passing week of long days, and 35+ hours of overtime. Jūshirō provided you with the care you desired at the exact moment you truly needed it.

Jūshirō pressed both thumbs in between your shoulder blades and rubbed in deep circles there. He could feel your upper back crack under his thumb pads. You groaned deeply with his generously applied pressure in the sorest part of your body. Your slouching habit had developed and matured to an unhealthy amount of time spent that way. You swore to yourself to correct it eventually, and Jūshirō’s loving massage was helping wonders, you couldn’t possibly ruin it by slouching more tomorrow.

Moving his fingers up to your neck, Jūshirō pushes your head down to elongate your muscles and making his thumbs trek easier along them. Swiftly up and down, his long thumbs roamed, stretching out the taut skin. “Fuck..” you breathed through your nose, the pressure was hard to bare but so needed. You dared not to halt Jūshirō’s skilled fingers.

What had meant to be a quick, simple, and loving gesture turned into a long, deep tissue massage standing in your entryway. Jūshirō kept rubbing and squeezing because he noticed just how much you sank into his touch, relaxing as you stood under him. It was sweet, and the first time he’s got to see you so relieved in weeks. The comfortable silence, your soft breathing, and little groans flooded Jūshirō’s heart with such warming joy, he couldn’t resist the grin on his face.

All these years, good and bad, you have always been a hard worker and a dependable person to him. Even now, Jūshirō understood that everything you’ve done as of late, was for the sake of your peaceful life together. Even if you never noticed the hard work you put in, Jūshirō saw it and appreciated everything you had ever sacrificed for him and your happiness together.

Kissing the back of your head, Jūshirō pulls you back into his arms overflowing with adoration for you. “I love you my dear,” “thank you for everything that you do.” He speaks softly in your ears as the clock strikes midnight.

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🌸Shunsui Kyoraku🌸

💠Giving: The radiant sun beat down on Shunsui’s tanned, muscled back. Laying underneath and soaking up the UV rays on a lounge chair, Shunsui’s long brown hair gently swayed in the salty wind as it was collected at his shoulders and upper back. This vacation was the best idea you had come up with by far.

Getting tired of the rural, in the mountains, Japanese getaways you two usually plan, this one was different. This one, landed you in the tropics of the islands. Palm trees, salty sea spray, hot golden sand, a cozy balcony, and an impeccable view of the vast blue ocean from the presidential suite, spoke of luxury and deep relaxation for you both.

A couple bottles of Tequila and Rum lay empty on the ground around Shunsui’s napping body. His beloved sake being scarce around the island, he’s had to settle for something more attuned to the culture around here. Finding out that he’s terribly addicted to piña-coladas was shocking, even for him. The fruity drink had quickly become his favorite choice anywhere you two had settled for drinks and food.

Opening the balcony door, you sway onto the warm cobbled stone of the beautifully decorated area. A colada and a chic glass filled with a sex on the beach in your hands. Gaudy pink sunglasses cover your eyes, protecting them from the sun. You place the drinks on the glass end table between the lounge chairs and slowly crank the umbrella over the sitting area. Your sheer white sun cover twirled in the breeze, slinking across your smooth skin and down your shoulders as you sat across your sleeping, incredibly handsome fiancé.

“I had some drinks ordered for us babe,” you said with a cute smile on your lips. Kicking your bare feet out and crossing them, you lay relaxed on your palms as they sink into the plush cushions. Shunsui’s smoky eyes peered open at you and a lazy smile grows across his face. “Mah, look at you,” “looking all delectable and delicious underneath the blue sky,” “my lady, is smokin’,” “and I’m one lucky man,” His deep voice purred as he pushed out his lips out against the soft cloth in admiration.

Pushing himself from his position he reaches for his colada and falls back in place on his belly. Missing the straw a few times before catching it with his lips, he finally pulls a first sip, humming happily as the pineapple and coconut flavors exploded in his parched maw. Bringing his golden aviator styled glasses down over his face, Shunsui sprawls back out on the chair, resting his head on crossed arms.

Seeing him so relaxed and carefree was rare, you gazed lovingly over his slumped body. Recently his job has become his entire world. Even at home, he spends long hours in his study, reviewing purchase orders, numbers, and stocks. So studying him now, soaking in all the fruits of his labor was satisfying for you, to say the least.

Sipping down your drink and setting the empty glass down on the table, had made room for some playful thoughts to cross your mind. Without thinking, your body crawled over his back. Spreading your knees you sat down on the back of his thighs and ran your fingers up his smooth, hot back. So warm, and such a pretty color- you thought as his burning skin moved under your fingers. A warm groan leaves Shunsui as he feels you spread your hands over his back, pushing up his spine and back down again.

“Where’s all this coming from, petal?” Shunsui hums, sorely hiding his appreciation for your efforts within his question. “I honest to God, couldn’t give you an exact answer, my love.” “I just felt like touching you, and,” “you work very hard.” “For me, for you, for our life together, and for your company.”

Your pure honesty made Shunsui’s heart swell up with emotion in his chest. He smiles fondly from your genuine words from where he lay under you. “Now look at us, living it up in the tropics,” you say the sound of your laugh getting lost in your words. “Think of it, as my token of appreciation for you, baby.” You coo. Your smile never leaving your lips, as you leaned down to place supple kisses on his shoulders.

“This was all your idea, my love.” “The best idea, might I add,” Shunsui teases playfully, grinning now after hearing your happily given praise. Your hands continue their exploration over the expanse of his back. Your eyes scanning all his delicious muscle lines, remembering each little freckle and sun spot that decorated his broad shoulders and upper back.

You knead his lower back and up his sides, quieting a moan that bubbles up as you felt his muscles flex under your hands. He’s so fucking yummy —your mind fills with all the times he’s flexed during sex, and how it drove you wild every time. This time was no different. Shunsui’s physique alone, was enough to make you drool like a puppy waiting for a treat.

You simply couldn’t help yourself as you laid down over his body and started smooching his skin. Your swimsuit covered breast pushed against his back as you arched into him. Softly licking and nibbling at him with your plush lips. “Mm fuck, petal.” “Keep doing that and you’re gonna have a hard problem in your hands” Shunsui drawls out, tugging on his lower lip between his perfect teeth. “I just can’t help myself Shun,” “I can stop, if you want me to.” You pout with a sly grin on your face. Knowing him, it would be the last thing he’d want. “No, no, no.” “Please, continue.” He spit out quickly, making you giggle as you already knew.

Your playful teasing, flirtatious giggles, and roaming hands turned into heavy panting and shrill screams as Shunsui soared you to brand new heights, right there on that lounge chair. The evening panned perfectly, ending the day with shaking legs, soft kisses, and some damn good sleep in the cali king bed. Prepping you two for another day full of adventure as you sank deeper into your week long vacation, with the love of your life.

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💠Receiving: The sound of water hissing as it’s tossed on hot stones sizzled through the air. The thick, humid heat of the sauna stuck to your skin as you slouched against the wood paneling. Shunsui ladles another hefty dose of water over the rocks, filling the room with more steam. His built body glistened, slick with sweat and his chest hair clinging against his pecs. Leaning back on the wood Shunsui places his arms on the ledge behind you, breathing in deeply as his sore muscles relaxed with the soothing heat.

You lean into his body, your towel straining to hold up against your cleavage. Shunsui’s eyes glance down at your body as you move into him, your skin effortlessly slides against his and it’s kind of a turn on — he wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself. A gentle smile spreads on his lips from your close contact and the delightful view of your towel squished bosom. “Well aren’t you just adorable,” Shunsui coos at you, blush covering his cheeks as he peered into your owlish blinking eyes.

“I figured you’d be to hot to cuddle in here,” he says affectionately, bringing and arm down and around your shoulder. “It is but, it’s a good kind of heat,” you admit smiling as he presses you against his bare chest. “This is really helping,” you say quietly, making Shunsui look curiously down at you. “Are you sore?” He inquires with a slight frown on his face. “Yeah, a little,” you sigh deeply through your nose, the hot air stinging your nostrils. “I’m so sorry,” “I tried to be gentle this time, I swear!” Shunsui pouts squeezing your shoulder under his palm. “Not from that you pervert!” You screech, playfully smacking his chest over and over.

“If not from that,” “then why are you sore, my love?” Shunsui grins, chuckling at your reaction and embarrassedly blushed face. “I did something to my shoulder,” “I don’t know what, maybe lifting something,” “but it hurts anytime I move it.” You explain, gently rotating your shoulder. You wince with a grimace as it came around full circle. “I see, do you want me to rub it,” “maybe the heat and my skilled hands can help relieve some of that tension,” Shunsui flirts, playfully pursing his lips at you. “I would actually really enjoy a massage right now,” “but don’t get any ideas Kyoraku!” You hiss, hoping your tone will sate that sexual demon that dwells in the pits of Shunsui’s mind.

“On my life,” “I just want to help you feel better,” Shunsui says placing a large palm over his heart. “Okay, I believe you,” you say with a shrug swiveling around to face away from the man. Lifting his heavy body, he flows with your movement as he placed his fingers in your towel, tugging it gently. Swatting his hand away you peek behind your shoulder, “you just said you’d help, what do you think you’re doing?” You glare at him, Shunsui lifts his hands quickly away from you as if you burned him. His pitiful face gleamed back at you, “Nothing! I’m trying to move the towel so I can get more room for my hands,” “honest.” He swore still not bringing his hands down.

“You could’ve just said that, I am so sorry,” you laugh out loud feeling stupidly relieved. “Anywhere else I wouldn’t be so on edge, but this is a public sauna,” “anyone could walk in at any time.” You rambled on apologetically to Shunsui as he lowered his hands to his lap. “It’s okay,” “I understand my love, no worries,” he grinned, his handsome smile beaming back at you. His calm demeanor allowed you some room to relax as you took your place facing away from him. Shunsui tries again this time with notification about the removal of your towel, making you snort with laughter.

Gently pulling your towel down you went to hold the front of it over your chest, modestly trying to cover your soft mounds from any random eyes that may intervene. Shunsui’s large palms run up your back, pushing inward against your spine. You couldn’t help the fit of giggles and a squeal that roused from your mouth, it tickled. “Shun baby, you need to do more pressure,” you said through your fits, arching your back away from his hands. “I’m ticklish! you know that,” you pouted, groaning as your tummy hurt from your laughter.

Shunsui sat behind you silently losing himself in his own laughter fits, his shoulders shook as he clasped a hand over his mouth . “I’m sorry petal, let me try again,” he says forcing his fits away. His sudden serious demeanor change wasn’t helping the situation, as you two fell right back into a spree of fits together. “Okay seriously, help me!” You whined out, still laughing at the current humorous situation.

“Yes of course dear,” Shunsui said with a wide smile still on his face. Moments like these were so precious to him. When you two were goofy together, everything in the world felt possible. Calming himself Shunsui raises his hands once more, this time settling for your shoulders first. His strong rough hands squeezed hard, forcing a groan to leave your throat. Gently pressing his thumbs in time with his squeezing hands felt like pure heaven, the steamy air relaxed your muscles making them more pliable under Shunsui’s duress.

Strongly gripping your shoulders, Shunsui moved them in gentle circles, reveling in the sound of your moans. Knowing he could make you moan without the sex was incredibly satisfying for him. Learning to please you in other ways was beneficial information. Especially, if you two decided to keep this friends-with-benefits thing going. Shunsui loved you, deeply, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it yet. Nervous that you would reject his offer and never speak to him again. That was his biggest fear, he simply couldn’t survive your rejection. One day though —he hoped and held faith that it would happen, that maybe you felt the same for him.

Running his grip down your arms and roaming them back up and over your shoulders had you in pure bliss. You swayed freely with his hands as they took care of you. “I’m gonna touch your back,” Shunsui warns as his fingers rest on your shoulders. “Thanks for the heads up, chief,” you acknowledge with a thumbs up, bracing yourself for his touch. Pressing his fingers in your shoulders, Shunsui drags them down to the tips of your shoulder blades. “You okay?” He hums before continuing, being very cautious now about your ticklish nature. “Yeah..” you respond weakly, feeling the excitement bubble and roll in your belly.

Laying his hands flat on your back, his thumbs swipe up and down the blade. Shunsui digs his thumbs and palms into your back and slowly moves them around. You could feel the excitement leaving as you surrendered your vulnerable back to his hands. The gentle rotation lulling the tensed muscle that was causing your shoulder pain. “You really are skilled with your hands,” you groan out feeling the pinched muscles release. “I’m happy to hear that from you y/n-chan,” Shunsui smiles gratefully, happy to make you feel good.

Not long after starting the rejuvenating massage, someone else crashed the party as they took place on the empty side of the sauna. Helping you tie your towel back in place, Shunsui apologetically shrugged at you. Shunsui was upset himself to, as he started to enjoy the feeling of your weight sinking into his hands. Figuring it was about time to head back to your room, Shunsui takes your hand and holds it the entire way back. Silently hoping you would let him continue his handiwork, and maybe a little more.

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🌸Byakua Kuchiki🌸

💠Giving: The front door swung shut, closing gently with a click as it met the threshold. Byakuya takes a hefty swig of his water bottle before hanging his mesh gym bag on the coat rack. “How was your work out?” You ask from your pile of blankets and bowl of chips on the sofa. It was about 3pm in the afternoon, and you had decided today was the day you did absolutely nothing. It was your last day off out of the week, work and being productive were the last things on your mind.

Puffing on your peach mango vape, you mindlessly watched criminal history and murder mysteries on YouTube. “It was good,” Byakuya says as he strolled to you in the living room, where you sat perched in the corner of the sofa.

The lives you lived together were entirely different from one another. Byakuya was up early, 7am on the dot. Creating his to-do lists and making a healthy breakfast before he headed to work or the gym. While you on the other hand, woke up late often, worked, came home, barely ate unless reminded, smoked your weed, and played your video games when you had the free time. Separated, but perfect when meshed together.

Instead of sitting on the couch with you, Byakuya grabs one of the decorative, large sitting pillows and sits on the ground, in front of you. Laying his head back he can feel your shins crossed underneath his neck. “Is this all you’ve done today babe,” Byakuya teases you with a smile. “Yeah? What of it?” You furrow your brows, the sarcasm in your voice poorly hidden as you stared ahead at your video, hitting your vape again. “Just curious,” Byakuya chides, his smile widening as he lowered his head to what you were watching.

Grabbing the sides of his head you leaned down to him, “What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?” You joke as your smooch his head over and over. Byakuya blindly reaches around with his hands until he found your head, “Don’t test me little girl,” “you’ll be sorry,” he says playfully before leaning his head back once more. Your lips holding a crafty smile hovered above his, “Oh, is that what you think?” “You don’t scare me, you big teddy bear.” Your smile grows bigger as you ended the teasing match. Kissing him softly for tax, you lean back and break free from his clutches.

As Byakuya lowered his head he twists it with his fingers forcing a few loud cracks and pops, as his neck released. “Whew, that was a good one,” you acknowledged with a small golf clap. Chuckling at you he grips the back of his neck and rubs it softly. “My neck has been giving me hell the last few days,” Byakuya sighs as he heavily drops his hand into his lap. “Hey..” he paused hoping you were paying attention, “you wanna rub me down?” He asks. With a mouth full of chips and a wave of your hand you respond, “later, this video is finally getting good.” “I… I didn’t mean it like that,” Byakuya says a blush covering his cheekbones.

“A massage babe,” he says bringing his hands together in front of him. “But babe, it’s my last day off,” you whined with pouty lips, still dedicated to your long list of doing nothing today. “Please babe,” Byakuya says with his eyes clenched shut and a whine equally as loud as yours. “I’ll love you forever,” He says rolling his head into your lap, his hands still clasped together in prayer. You groan loudly with an eye-roll, “Okay fine, just stop your whining you big lug.” You say with slight irritation as you pause your video and resort to some music to fill the quiet instead.

“C’mon, Take off your shirt,” You shrug with a sigh, curling your fingers in an upward motion. “You don’t gotta sound so excited to see me shirtless, babe.” Byakuya says laughing as he hoists his soft grey shirt over his head. His long raven black hair fell down his shoulders, and over his chest as he crumpled his shirt and tossed it to the side.

“I’ve heard just about enough out of you,” you snark at him as you gather his hair and push it all to one shoulder. “Lean forward so I can see what I’m working with,” you say as your hands gently push on his shoulders. “Yes mamas,” “anything for you,” Byakuya schmoozes with pursed lips, feeling all to giddy about your hands touching him.

Leaning forward and settling there, you smack your hands harshly down on his shoulders, and lazily flail your hands across his upper back. “Hey, Hey!” Byakuya barks raising his arms to break up your goofy movements. “Behave,” he said with a grin laughing with you. Your giggle fit subsided into a smile as you start squeezing on his sculpted shoulders. You begin his massage by pressing your thumbs into his muscles, slowly scrunching your hands from the sides of his shoulders to his neck.

Byakuya sighs gently, hanging his head to give you more space for your fingers. Rowing your thumb pads under his neck, you start pushing your thumbs along the bone in an upward motion. “Shit…” Byakuya breathes his hair hiding his clenched jaw as you had already found the exact spot that was hurting him. “Right there babe,” he says as his head fell further. “Do you need more pressure?” “Or is this okay?” You ask him hoping you weren’t being to rough. “It’s perfect,” he hums a smile spreading across his face.

Soft music lulled over your nice sound system, as rain began to tap and drip down the living room windows. Byakuya rested his elbows on his knees as you continued your slow presses into his neck. “Fuck that feels good,” Byakuya groans, “thank you babe, seriously.” He continued, moaning as your thumbs find a good rhythm and pressure along his neckline.

“You owe me later,” “hope you’re aware of that,” you say with a few swipes of your thumbs. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you want.” Byakuya waves you off, enjoying his massage to his fullest capabilities. “Whatever I want, you say?” A big grin sprawls over your face as possibilities started swarming your head. “Oh boy.” Byakuya says almost regretfully, as he knew you would come up with the most obscene thing for him to do later.

After a moment of your silence, worry quickly exuded from Byakuya. “Okay out with it woman,” “What do you want in exchange?” He inquired carefully, bracing himself for something silly like a strip tease, or walking around the apartment bare-ass naked for the night. “Hmmm let me think about it,” you say softly, taking some consideration and deliberately thinking over your options. “I think I would like,” you drawl out with a hum. “I think I would like a bouquet of roses,” “a nice dinner on the boardwalk,” “and a pint of Ben n’ Jerry’s ice cream.” “Yeah that sounds nice,” you squint, nodding your head in approval.

A loud sigh of relief leaves Byakuya’s lips. “Oh thank god,” he says breathily, placing a palm over his chest. “I was preparing for something way worse,” he says chuckling, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he truly believed you’d make him embarrass himself. “What like a strip tease?” You ask curiously, “that was one of them yeah,” Byakuya’s laugh suddenly switching to nervousness.

“Fuck man! that would’ve been such a great idea,” you sway backwards with howling laughter, “can I change my idea?” You say with a wide grin and your hands clasped together. “Absolutely not!” Byakuya said shaking his head quickly and waving his finger in a ‘no’ fashion. “Oh c’mon, no fair!” You whine again, sorely wishing you had said the strip tease instead.

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💠Receiving: Byakuya settled into the steaming bathtub, extending his hand towards you he helps you in. Taking his slender fingers in your own you gently step in, the water feeling hotter than usual.

“Something the matter?” Byakuya stated, peeking at you through his free falling bangs hanging out from his put up hair. “No, not at all,” you wave your free hand, trying not to provoke him in any way. “Why are you still standing then y/n?” “Get in.” His voice sounded demanding when he spoke, spooking you just a bit. “Yes sir, sorry sir.” You submit quickly biting your lip, hearing his voice like that always riled you up.

“You’re sure nothing is wrong?” Byakuya pressed, his gentler side coming out to play. “No sir, the water was just a little warm,” you say settling between his long, muscular legs. “I’ll be sure to mention that to them,” he said smoothly, his arms laying on the rim of the pristinely white tub. ‘Them’ referring to the house servant’s that were directly employed under Byakuya.

Being a big time CEO and multimillionaire came with its perks, and dating one was a new experience for you. You had never seen yourself in a big fancy, modern loft that overlooked the bustling city. Yet here you were, sipping on bubbly champagne in the same tub you and Byakua bathed together in during the week.

The steam filled bathroom smelled faintly of Byakuya’s expensive cologne, and plenty of jasmine and sage. That being the choice of bath oil he had picked for the night. Falling back gently you laid your naked body down on Byakuya’s solid chest. Your head swept to its natural position on his left shoulder.

His muscles felt good against your back, you hummed in contentment at the feel of him there. This being, the only real intimate time you got during Byakua’s busy schedule. It was always the thing you looked forward to since he always cleared that schedule, just for you.

Your arms snaked around your stomach as you got comfy on your boyfriends body, the hot water lapping just above your chest. Byakuya was silent, his eyes were hooded as he breathed your essence in. Your close proximity, and the view of your naked body underneath him made his palms itch to touch you.

Bringing a hand from the side of the tub, he gently touches your shoulder. Dragging his finger up your neck he watched as your head fell further, exposing the whole side of your neck. studying your beauty in all its glory. He swiped your loose hair behind your neck, watching as it made contact with the water, the strands soaking it up against his collarbones.

“How was your day, beautiful?” His smooth voice reverberated in the quiet room. “It was okay.” You breathed out, playfully swishing the water with your fingers. Nothing of extreme importance had happened today, you thought. You just patiently waited all day for work to be over with, so you could be swindled up in your bath time with Bya.

“Just okay?” Byakuya asks curiously his lips curling up in a crafty smile. Still gently running his finger up and down your neck, he slowly moves his hands down in the water. “Yeah, I’ve actually been waiting for this all day,” you giggle from his light touches, goosebumps popping up on your skin that lay uncovered by the bath water. The sound of your laugh exploded in the room, as Byakuya’s sneaky free hand gripped your side under his fingers. His surprise attacks were always so cute, it was like he had a sonar for knowing the right exact time for any and everything.

Pushing you up with his body he runs his hand along your belly holding you steady against him. Your squeals and happy giggles made what was usually a cold heart, warm and full. He grinned against your soft skin, slowly smooching your exposed neck. “Oh, you’ve been waiting?” He growls against your neck, lightly biting your sensitive skin. “Ah! Yes sir!” You squeak out from the feeling of his canines digging into your neck.

“Me too, baby.” He agreed honestly and kissed the bite mark gently in truce. “I love bath time with you Bya,” you replied cutely placing your hands on his knees that sat above the water. “I love it too,” Byakuya replied softly as he held you gently from behind, his head being sported on your shoulder.

Kissing the space behind your ear, Byakuya scoots back just enough to put some space between his body and you. His hands sat at your waist, his thumbs resting against your lower back. Bath time usually consisted of you two chatting, drinking, relaxing, and massaging one another.

That’s why it was your favorite, all of Byakuya’s time, affection, attention, and hands were implied for your care and only that. Gently pressing into your back with his thumb pads, he rocked his thumbs back and forth working on your tense muscle there.

Byakuya never talked about your job or what you did for a living. He simply didn’t have the time, or the interest to delve into your personal life that way. He could take care of you for the rest of your life with the money he had, but you needed your independence — which he throughly understood. But your body was always so tense and stressed. It would be wrong for him, not to be concerned about what the hell you were doing at work all day.

It truly didn’t matter what you did, where you went, who you were with. As long as you always returned to him that’s all he needed from you. So that he could care for you and make sure somebody does something about your stressed body, because you surely didn’t —brat. Byakuya smirks as his mind ran with thoughts of you.

With open hands he runs his pressed thumbs up to your middle spine, holding onto your sides gently. His fingertips skimmed the sides of your breast forcing a breathy moan to leave your parted lips.

Byakuya watched intently as he worked your muscles under his thumbs. His eyes devoured your smooth skin and the way it glistened under the warm light, little water droplets decorating the expanse of your shoulder blades. The fragrant, expensive bath oil did wonders with your tired skin while also making it easier for Byakuya’s fingers and thumbs to work it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he purred in adoration, a smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you, as always sir.” You say quietly, your body relaxing deeply from his pressurized movements. Straightening out your back, Byakuyas skilled hands move to your neck.

Gently placing his hands at the apex, his fingers wrap softly around your throat. Teasingly squeezing you there, Byakuya audibly groaned when the sound of your dramatic, over-the-top moan filled his ears. He cursed you for sounding so sexy and for testing him every single fucking day.

Stirring under the water he forcibly calms his mind. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t about to give into the temptation of taking you right here, in the bath tub. He pushed his filthy thoughts to the side and got back to molding his hands all over your neck and shoulders. The feeling of his gentle hands and even gentler squeezes, you found yourself yawning at the relaxation that slowly took over your body.

Byakuya noticed how slumped your shoulders had become since he started rubbing them, he smiled softly to himself knowing you could feel safe with him. “What do ya say…” “We move this party to the bedroom?” Byakuya spoke to you softly giving you the option to choose. “Am I getting a full body massage tonight?” You inquired, raising your eyebrow and pursing your lips at the idea. “If that’s what you want,” Byakuya replied with a nonchalant shrugging motion.

“Yes!” You say in selfish victory, it wasn’t often for him to give you exactly what you wanted when money wasn’t involved. So any opportunity you had to exploit free time with Bya, you ran with it. Byakuya also had to be in the mood to do something before doing it, especially when it came to his precious free time from the company he ran. ~And he calls me the brat.~

Stepping from the tub, Byakuya pulls you up and hands you a towel. Just as you finished drying you suddenly feel your feet leaving the ground. A scream leaves you as your thrown over Byakuya’s strong shoulder. Giving your bare ass a harsh smack, he carries you into the bedroom against your will.

“If I’m spending the time, I’m gonna do what I want.” He fronts to you as you whine loudly, screeching for him to put you down as your flail your legs. “Bya put me down! You fucker!” You yell, smacking and gripping the skin of his back under your palms. “Fighting me isn’t going to get you anywhere,” he snarks as he tosses you onto his huge bed.

Smiling wolfishly down at your surprised face, Byakuya placed his hands on your knees and climbed in front of you. Leaning over you, his long fingers cup your chin and force your stare to his. Kissing you deeply, he slides his tongue into your mouth to toy with yours. A sigh leaves his nose as you willingly accepted his mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his face. Placing his weight on a palm next to your head, his fingers slide up to the side of your cheek as he continued with his fervent kisses.

Pulling away from you, he lays his forehead on yours feeling himself stiffen with your soft rousing moans. “I promised you a full body massage right?” He asked hoping you would just let him continue with his needs for you. “You absolutely did sir!” “And acting all sexy won’t get you out of it,” you smile devilishly like the brat you are right to his face.

Putting a finger on his chin you push him away softly, and reluctantly Byakuya falls away sitting back on his heels. “Alright,” he huffs. Regaining his composure and straightening his posture, his brown eyes look down at your splayed out body before him. With a giddy shake of your hips you peer up at him, your hand covering your shit-eating grin. “Turn over.” He demands that cold, forceful voice returning as it seeped down into your eardrums. He’s so serious right now, better be nice — you admonished yourself with a sly smile on your face, putting your brat tendencies on hold, for now.

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🌺Sake Kisses🌺

Shunsui Kyoraku x Fem Reader!

Fluff💟SFW✅SS👀+16yrs

Summary: Shunsui patiently awaits the arrival of his wonderful, beautiful, loving but exhausted and frustrated wife after a long, hard day of patrols and paperwork. “Let me take care of you my love.”

Warnings: Not many. Some medium language, tongue kisses, roaming hands, butt pats, hot bath insert (not sexual, just some teeth rotting fluff.) healthy relationship opinion.

Author notes: ugh what an ask 😮‍💨 you had me at Shunsui and sake. We love Shunsui Kyoraku, my husband actually. Our birthdays are 10 days apart you can’t tell me we weren’t meant to be in another dimension. Idc Idc 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

The jingling sound of keys as trembling fingers fumbled around with them at the front door. Losing herself in her many key rings, this was the last thing to painstakingly upset you yet again, today.

In the rush of opening your door, your shaky fingers haphazardly dropping your keys, ‘that’s enough’ you thought agitated. Gazing down at the lanyard, it lay messily on the door mat you and Shunsui had picked out a just week earlier. You heaved out a frustrated sigh. Feeling as if you might finally snap and cry right there. Achingly picking them up from the ground, and as patiently as you could, finally unlocked the doorway. Shunsui hummed happily in the kitchen, you could hear his low baritone voice rumble as he shuffled around in the cupboards.

“ Hello! Y/n-chan!” “Petal? Are you home finally?” “How was your first day?” He inquires from the other room just as he closed the door to the cupboard. Her silence was profound, only a lonely “Yeah..” left your lips as you sighed heavily. Kicking your sandals off, you dropped your gear heavily next to the door with a thud.

The sound of your voice and the way it wavered, your audible frustration captured Shunsui’s curiosity, he furrowed his brow at the sound of your distress. Peering from the doorway next to the hall that you stood in, Shunsui’s eyes studied carefully as you faced the wall, and gently wiped your cheeks with your sleeves.

“Hey…” “Hey, what’s the matter?” “Is everything okay my love?” “What happened?” Shunsui, suddenly overcome with worry rushed over to you and put his large gentle hands on your shoulders pulling you up against his robust physique.

Laying his scruffy chin on top of your head, he could feel your shoulders shake once more as the tears started to fall from your eyes. Taking a shaky breath, you turn around and tightly hugs Shunsui’s waist. Burrowing your wet face into his chest and nuzzle into him, not willing to talk about your day yet.

His tall frame and lazy arms wrapped you up in his warm embrace. “Mmm, I missed you today beautiful.” “Do you want to talk about your day? Tell me all about it.” “I can tell you’re upset, I want to help if I can.” Shunsui cooed to you with a soft voice and gently squeezed you. His chest reverberated as he spoke, the vibration soothing some of your frayed nerves.

“I need a drink,” you chided, your voice muffled by his floral kimono. Shunsui chuckled warmly, his body shaking with each little fit. Placing a hand on the back of your head he leaned to kiss your crown. “It’s a good thing I already thought ahead then,” “I poured you one already,” “It’s waiting for you in the kitchen.” He spoke against your scalp, kissing you a second time afterward. Releasing you from his close embrace, Shunsui ushered you into the bedroom for a quick change, while he brought the tray of drinks to the living room.

(…)

Assembling some fruit bowls and other snacks for you, Shunsui met you in the dimly lit living room. His face swooned into his infamous lazy smile as he glimpsed at you in your large shirt and panties, hands in your lap and on the sofa. Somehow, your sad puffy eyes and pouty lips always did something to Shunsui, physically. He would prefer for you not to be upset. But he couldn’t help but love how cute you looked when you needed him. He lived as your rock, and when he had a chance to be needed, he took his opportunity and ran with it every time.

Plopping down on the cushion next to yours he sits facing you, elbow resting on the back of the couch. He gently clasps your hand and brings it to his full lips, softly kissing your fingers before placing them in his lap and squeezing them gently. Nonetheless you silently reach for your sake to throw it back. Your behavior forces Shunsui’s eyebrows to raise in quick succession. An impressed expression noticeable on his face.

You quickly swallowed the fruity sake with an audible gulp. Placing the saucer on the tray, you slouch deep into your cushion. You could feel the liquor course through your veins, and warm up your belly. Closing your tired eyes, you sucked a deep breath through your nose, exhaling slowly.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet..” you say humbly, sheepishly looking at Shunsui sitting next to you. “Not at all my dear,” “you’ll talk when you’re ready I know,” Shunsui reassured, his face gentle and patient as his smoky eyes drank you in with pure devotion. “I think I’ll follow you on that drink,” he winked before reaching for his saucer and throwing it back. “I can’t possibly allow my wife to drink faster than me.” “Me, of all people.” He cracked up, filling both saucers up to the rim again.

The first smile of the night appeared on your lips with his comment. “I’m always here for you y/n, no matter what.” “You’re my wife, and I love you.” “I will show up when you need me to baby” he hummed. “You don’t need to say it with words if you don’t want to.” Shunsui continued, laying his love and loyalty down for you thickly.

A soft blush lifted to the apple of your cheeks. After 6 years of being married to each other, it was difficult to believe that this man could still make your heart flutter with his honeyed words. His peaceful temperament and silver tongue were always the things that drew you to him. His confidence, sex appeal, and warming personality were just pluses.

“Thank you shun, I love you too,” You whimpered weakly, as you lowered your head and shoulders down to Shunsui’s lap. Taking him by surprise as you stretched your whole body out from him. “Right back at ya, petal,” he smiled, his voice rumbling deep in your ears as you lay on his thighs.

(…)

Shunsui combed your messy hair with his fingers. He Raked through its silky strands, admiring its color and the way it threaded through his fingers. Finally under his care you rested, feeling safe, and comfortably recharging at home. You hum in appreciation at the feeling of his fingers drifting through your hair. Shunsui tugged your hair free of any knots, gently digging around for any that might've hidden within your length.

Sitting up from his lap you stretched out with your arms above your head. Your tense back cracked as you gently twisted in your spot. Feeling more relaxed than you’ve felt all day, you rotate your neck and stretch its tense muscles. Reaching out for your saucer and some chunky watermelon squares, you placed the bowl in your lap and pop a piece in your mouth. It was sweet, juicy, and refreshing. Another happy hum left your chest as you savored the fruit, watermelon juice dripping from the sides of your mouth and down your chin.

Shunsui had thought of everything and quickly understood that you required self-care and tenderness. Responding immediately, he nourished your body with food and drink, then your heart and soul with his affection. He truly is the best spouse anyone could ever ask for. You sat there thinking, momentarily being grateful to the universe for aligning you with such a perfect partner.

Shunsui glanced in your direction. Gazing at your relaxed form, he smiled knowing it had shifted from the one he was presented with earlier. Your body was tight and rigid against his own. Your pouty lips, frustrated sighs, and hot wet cheeks were features that gradually lessened with the passing time. Shunsui was pleased knowing he could help you feel better.

“Shall I run you a bath, my love?” He asked abruptly, breaking the silence and stopping you mid-bite of another chunk of watermelon. “Yes, please. I would… appreciate it..” you respond slowly, your mouth full of fruit and sake. “Of course petal, I want to take care of you.” “I’m gonna hear you laugh by the end of the night, that’s my goal.” He smiled at you, gripping your thigh softly under his calloused palm.

(…)

“The bath is ready babe,” Shunsui’s soft voice spoke from the bedroom doorway. Throwing your 3rd saucer back, you stand from the couch. Wobbling on your feet, you could feel the liquor too much in your head.

Rushing past Shunsui in the doorway, you quickly yanked your shirt over your head. Allowing your panties to drop to the side of the tub, you ease your toes into the hot water. Your urgency for your bath made Shunsui laugh, he loved doing things for you that he figured you needed. There was never an argument or a fight about whatever he did for you. Everything he did and gave you, you took happily, no question.

It made doing good things for you worthwhile. Always satisfactory, and Shunsui was repaid generously for his efforts. Being married to you was one of the most remarkable adventures he had ever gone on, and he couldn’t wait to see where your love would take him next. Following closely behind you, Shunsui perched on the toilet seat with half a bottle of sake, offering you some pleasant company while you soaked.

(…)

“Oh! You wouldn’t believe the ridiculousness, that fool, Byakua, pulled today on our hollow mission.” You angrily huffed while laying in the hot, floral-scented bath water. Shunsui sat patiently, listening intently to your frustrations. Taking generous swigs from the bottle, he passes it back to you. Accepting his gesture, you grip the bottle tightly in your fingers. “Damn him! He’s always running off alone. “Like he can handle everything on his own.” “Sooner or later on a mission, he’s gonna get in trouble thinking like that.” “I don’t care how capable he makes himself out to be.” You sighed out defeated, feeling emotional after finally pouring yourself out to your husband's ear.

“I understand why you’re frustrated my love, but the way you worded everything,” “makes it sound like you deeply care about him, you want him to be safe, and,” “you want to be needed.” Shunsui deliberated with you calmly. “You’re a fierce fighter, and you want to prove yourself reliable to your fellow captains.” “Just give it time, eventually you’ll get your time to prove yourself worthy of your rank.” He genuinely reassured you, giving you a soft smile. “Me, and the others, didn’t recommend you to old man Yama-ji for no reason.” He declares smoothly, taking the bottle back and sipping from it.

You gazed intensely at the milky water sinking in the weight of his words. Shunsui has always been the level-headed one in your relationship. Holding onto things wasn’t his style, and he practiced that heavily in your relationship. The size, or complexity of the problem at hand never amounted to anything. Your trust in him, and your peace was of his utmost responsibility to uphold. He stands at nothing to make sure you are happy and safe, free to express yourself with him.

Releasing a loud groan you press your palms to your eyes. Falling back into the depths of the tub, the water line rose to the tip of your nose. Little waves lap around your sinking body, subtly splashing the sides of the tub as you settle in.

“Fuck,” “I hate that you’re always right.” you speak up, tilting your face out of the water. “Give me that,” you demanded, cutely grabbing the air at the sake bottle. Shunsui chuckles, giving up the bottle to your childlike demeanor. “I'm not right, my love.” “Just stating what I believe to be true.” His smile makes his eyes crinkle warmly at the corners. The sides of his lips lifted generously down at you. “See! There you go again,” you whine. “How are you so calm about everything?” “Please teach me, sensei,” you beg pathetically before polishing off the bottle.

“I wish I could be more like that, guess I should be extra thankful for you then,” you state quietly. Dropping your gaze away from Shunsui, you place the bottle down on the floor, a sad smile tugging at your mouth. “I guess this union was just meant to be then,” Shunsui says sweetly, shrugging his broad shoulders. Prepared your towel, Shunsui fluffed it up before folding it over the towel rack next to the tub. “I’ll be in the bedroom waiting for you, come join me when you’re ready.” Shunsui cooed. His tall frame leaned down, grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger he held your stare. Shunsui caressed your chin and kissed you deeply before swiftly exiting the room, leaving you alone to stew further.

(…)

You stayed laid up in the bath until it steered cold. Your fingertips and toes incredibly pruned from the extended time you spent decompressing. The water rushes down you body as you stood, splashing wildly as you pulled the plug draining the water away. Stepping onto the soft bath mat below the tub, you stretch languidly with a wide yawn. Throwing your arms around your body you shivered, feeling ripe with fatigue and a need for deep sleep.

Humming softly you combed through your damp hair, with a comb. Replaying Shunsui’s kind words of motivation in your head like a musical score. You smiled sweetly to yourself hearing them ebb and flow between your ear drums. Seizing a face cream and moisturizing body lotion, you slowly spread each cream charitably over and into your exhausted skin.

Today has been turbulent and infuriating taking a millennium to end. You reflected in deep admiration for Shunsui’s saint-like patience and gentle care toward you this night. With it, you were able to embrace a brand new feeling of calmness. Smiling confidently in the steam-covered mirror, you wrapped yourself up in the fluffy towel. Trotting happily from the bathroom, you felt rejuvenated, ready to tackle your duties as a Captain head-on once more.

(…)

Meeting Shunsui in the bedroom you threw on a clean sleeping shirt. With your nakedness finally covered you slowly clambered your way onto the mattress with your husband.

Lying down with arms propped behind his head, his ankle rested comfortably over his thigh. Shunsui’s large stature took up a portion of the middle bed. His toned stomach rose steadily with each relaxed breath he took. Creaking his sleepy grey eyes open, he felt the bed sink with your movements. He caught your stare, watching you as you curl up next to him.

“How are you feeling now petal?” Shunsui whispered to you softly. Linking a long arm behind your back, he tugged you into his strong chest. “Mm, so much better.” “Thank you, for being here,” you answered appreciatively. Draping an arm over his hairy pecs you rested your head underneath his chin. Shunsui buzzed with peaceful contentment in reaction to your response. He grasped your upper arm and held it in place over his body. With the other, he traced circles in the middle of your back with delicate fingers.

“Mahhh...” “I’m jus doin’ my job, my love,” he says kissing your forehead. “I gotta keep you out of trouble, young lady.” His tone sounded playful and tantalizing. “Yeah, whatever you say Dad.” you tease, sinking your face into the crook of his neck. Giggling into his neck, you smooch the sensitive skin repetitively, the ministration rewarding you with a deep moan from Shunsui.

“You're sure it's not Daddy?” Shunsui pouts, suddenly feigning sadness. “Y/n-channn~” he groaned loudly, pulling your body over top of him. His silly demeanor lightened up the mood of night, one last time. The room was quickly replenished with fits of laughter and joy that emitted brightly from the cuddling couple.

Laying splayed out over his body was Shunsui’s favorite place for you to be at any given time. This position gave him easy access to everything that was you. Everything.

Your fingers caress the rough stubble on his jawline as you deeply kissed the handsome man underneath you. Shunsui’s large hands rested in the gentle arch of your back holding your body to his own. Strong hands began to travel down your spine and over the curve of your hips, as his tongue made its way into your mouth. His swift hands and the natural progressions of his movements made it easy to keep going. You couldn’t or rather… you didn’t want to stop him.

Feeling him groan and stir, getting frustrated in his pajama pants under your hips awoke a primal desire in every pore of your sensitive body. The night was far, far from over. No, no Shunsui had said he was gonna take care of you. He was gonna make damned sure, every part of you was taken care of. Checking everything off his list, he was determined to make you fall apart into a babbling mess for him by the night's end.

His hands wandered over the roundness of your butt and gripped the plump flesh and kneaded it in his hands. Patting your buttocks gently he pulled away from your needy lips. He peered deeply into your big, doe eyes. Baring a smirk, Shunsui softly kissed your nose. His fingers dancing between your plush thighs.

“Now just be a good girl and listen to Daddy, yeah?” His deep voice thundered around the rafters of the ceiling stirring the stillness of the night air.

End🌺

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