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zegalba · 1 year

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Yohji Yamamoto Spring/Summer 1993 Photography: Yukata Yamamoto

#yohji yamamoto #black #dress #runway #photography #Yukata Yamamoto #1993

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redsamuraiii · 10 days

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Japanese Idol Yuuka Yamamoto

#yuuka yamamoto #yamamoto yuuka #japanese idol #japan #kimono #yukata

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excalisi · 10 months

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Title: in pursuit of your favor (blood on our lips)

Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship/Characters: Hibari Kyouya/Yamamoto Takeshi, Yamamoto Takeshi, Hibari Kyouya

Rating: T

Word count: 1649

Tags: Courting Rituals, of a sort, Rough Kissing, First Kiss, 8018-typical violence, Murder as a Love Language

Written for KHR Rare Pair Week 2023, for the prompt "Oblivious Pining". @khrrarepairweek

Summary: Takeshi twisted at the waist, turning to face the fusuma doors at the sound of them clacking open. Kyouya, dressed in a gray yukata, stood under the doorway, a silent sentinel.

"Kyouya," Takeshi greeted easily.

Kyouya said nothing, staring for a long, deliberate moment. Then, he stepped forward, allowing the door to slide shut behind him.

"Yamamoto Takeshi," he said. "Why are there seven dead men on my porch."

#fanfiction #my fic #katekyo hitman reborn #khrrarepairweek2023 #8018

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strawwritesfic · 7 months

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Takeshi Yamamoto x Female!Reader: But Uh-Oh Those Summer Nights [Ch. 8]

Summary: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast / summer lovin’ happened so fast.”

Challenge: “10 Summer Events” by someone on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (Sexual humor; sexual dialogue; summer vacation; comedy; fluff; eccentric grandparents; Grease references; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna & Reader; Reborn & Tsuna; Reborn & Reader; Original Character & Reader)

Pairings: Takeshi Yamamoto/Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire

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Chapter 8: Nighttime Summer Carnival

The crowd teemed endlessly all around you. Carnival goers jostled you left and right as they went from stand to stand. You tried your best to force your way through the throng, but this last festival of the summer was obviously a popular one. A sea of people separated you from your friends.

It might have been easier to find them if you hadn't arrived so late. Unfortunately, your grandmother had insisted on you wearing an entirely different yukata to this particular festival--and not just any yukata. She wanted you to wear hers. The modifications she attempted, however, had made the once-beautiful fabric into nothing but an expensive mess. This required an emergency trip to the store to find you something appropriate to be seen in in public. Now wearing a completely unnecessary outfit that included a mask strapped to your head, you despaired of finding the one person your grandmother had gone to all this effort for.

“[Name]!”

You looked up at Tsuna’s voice. It took you a little bit longer than usual to find him. There he was, standing by the chocolate banana stand.

“Tsuna!” you said as you shoved your way to him. “Reborn’s not making you sell things again, is he?”

“Not that I know of. But I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Me either. That baby is crazy.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, sorry I’m late. Grandma, um, had a heart attack.”

This was, of course, an outright lie. She just didn’t want the boys you’d spent your whole vacation with thinking less of her sewing abilities. And if the alternative to spouting this story to anyone who asked was her mailing Takeshi a pair of your undergarments, well...

“Is she all right?”

Of course Tsuna would buy it hook, line, and sinker. “She’s fine now. She just has to watch her red meat intake.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, why are you here by yourself? Where are Hayato and Takeshi?”

“I don’t know!” Tsuna looked close to tearing his own hair out. “I came by the banana stand thinking Reborn had set them to work again, but they’re not here either.”

You chewed at your lip as you cast your eyes about the fast-moving river of people before you. Hayato missing was a blessing, really, but you only had a few days left. So much for somehow geting Takeshi away from the other two for a few minutes. Not that you minded Tsuna’s company, but

Speaking of the Tsuna, his anxiety only appeared to be growing. Then it hit you:

“Where’s Reborn?”

“That’s what I’m worried about!” he wailed.

“It’s okay. Calm down. Maybe he’s hanging out with Kyoya.” That thought didn’t comfort you much either. On the other hand...“Well, no probably not. He’s probably stalking us.”

“What?”

“It seems to be a hobby of his. Anyway, if Reborn hasn’t done anything yet, he’ll probably wait at least a few more minutes. Let’s go find Takeshi and Hayato, okay?”

Tsuna did not look terribly enthusiastic about your suggestion. Nonetheless, he gave you hesitant nod before following you back into the current. You had to shout to get him to hear over the chatter all around you:

“So where do you think they’ll be?”

“What?”

“I said, ‘Where do you think they’ll be?’”

“Oh! I don’t know. Takeshi usually plays the throwing games, but I didn’t see him there earlier, and–”

“Perfect!” You could have kissed him on the forehead. Instead, you settled for waving and shouting, “Let’s split up! You look for Hayato, and I’ll look for Takeshi! Bye, Tsuna!”

There was no way of telling if he actually heard you before the crowd swept him away, but you had to hope so. Otherwise, Hayato might have been lost forever. Wouldn’t that have just been such a crying shame?

Luckily, the crowd around you soon began to thin. The sun had set entirely, leaving only the bulbs hanging on thin strands crisscrossing the paths to light your way. You caught snatches of conversations that involved the word “fireworks.” Maybe everyone was headed to a better viewing spot.

Your heart dropped a bit at the thought. Perhaps it was silly, but you still wanted to watch them with Takeshi, since you hadn’t go to last time. That plan was beginning to look more and more impossible, though. If you couldn’t find your boyfriend, you couldn’t watch anything with him.

“Oh no! No! Not all my wares! I beg you!”

A sudden cry brought you to a standstill. The voice did not belong to Takeshi, but you stopped at the obvious horror in the words. And of course, who should be there but Reborn coldly ruining some shopkeeper’s life?

“Just put it in the bag,” he said, though the man running the stand remained groveling.

“Hi, Reborn,” you said.

He looked up from his place at the shooting stand, then gave you a quick nod as he cocked the gun. “Good evening, [Name].”

“Tsuna’s afraid you’re looking for him, by the way.”

“Paranoia can be a helpful quality in a boss.” Another bullet zoomed through the obstacles. “If you’re looking for Yamamoto, he’s a few stands over.”

“Thanks.” You darted off again, as you were eager to get away before the game manager started crying again. Sure enough, just as you sprinted around another corner, you heard more sobbing. “Jeez, Reborn can’t be nice to anyone, can he?”

“Oh. There you are.”

You froze and looked up. Headed right toward you was a tall, grinning boy. Despite the fact the pair of you had been dating for several weeks, you could not stop your heart rate from picking up a bit as you answered with a sheepish smile:

“Here I am.”

“I’m glad I found you! The festival is almost over!”

“Yeah, my grandma, she–”

You stopped. Takeshi lifted one arm, the hand of which was wrapped loosely around a fluffy-looking stuffed cat.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“I won it for you,” he explained, “in case you weren’t able to make it. Well, I guess I would have tried to win it anyway, but–”

You cut him off with a hug, then tugged it from his hand. “I love it.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Good. Now you have something to remember me by.”

You had nothing to say to that. At the beginning of the summer, you’d thought you weren’t going to find a single friend. All you had wanted to do was leave Japan as soon as possible. Now you had Tsuna, Takeshi, even Hayato. The thought of going home made you feel ill.

Maybe Takeshi sensed how you were feeling, because the next thing he did was push you away slightly and say, “Hey. Let’s go watch those fireworks.”

Slowly, you nodded. Then, with the hand not wrapped around the cat’s neck, you grabbed his hand.

Takeshi grinned and patted you on the head. “It’ll be okay.”

You took a deep breath, smiled, and looked toward the sky.

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cranberrywrite · 1 year

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Kireina Takato

New identity taken by Marionne’s ex-husband. The “accident” he suffered was actually an intentional transcendence. At over 90 years old, Kireina looks no older than 23 and has completely altered his body using his new power serving as Japan’s strongest transcendent warlord on the side of chaos. He has adopted a ronin lifestyle and lives extremely flamboyantly. Kireina Wields a corrupted tachi made of the finest damascus in the world and imbued with madness.

he/they, neutral-femenine presentation. always seen in a deep blue yukata.

Kireina is extremely attractive, a very tall twink with beautiful smooth long black hair pulled into a high ponytail. Stands at 6'5 and weighs 131 lbs.

His surname was taken from one of my favorite artists, Takato Yamamoto, and his first name means “Beautiful”. Using the full control of one's body granted by transcendence, he gave himself bottom surgery but chose to keep his top surgery scars.

#dark chapter#writeblr#my writing#original character#character analysis

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chierry · 2 years

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[IMAGE ID: a digital doodle featuring Yamamoto Takeshi and Hibari Kyoya from the manga Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

The drawing is divided in two parts. The top half shows Takeshi and Kyoya as twins from the Hibari family. They are both wearing yukatas, Takeshi is holding a sword and Kyoya is holding an umbrella. They have smug expressions. At the left top corner, "The Hibari Siblings" is written in black.

The bottom half shows Takeshi and Kyoya as twins from the Yamamoto Family. They are both wearing jackets. Takeshi has an arm around Kyoya and shows a peace sign with a smile. Kyoya pushes Takeshi face away with a mildly annoyed expression. At the right top corner, "The Yamamoto Siblings" is written in black. END ID]

For the Rare Pair Week, Twins AU featuring Hibari and Yamamoto, and the accompaining fic, Gladiolus!

Title: Gladiolus Author: istilllikekhr Rating: T Pairing: Hibari Kyouya & Yamamoto Takeshi Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply // Alternate Universe - Twins - Family Fluff - Light Angst

#khrrarepairweek2022 #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #hibari kyoya #yamamoto takeshi #urt toog

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yamamotorei-ko · 4 months

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֑ ਏਓ ׅ࣪Memories warm you up from the inside.

Após o feriado, não se sentir nostálgica era quase impossível. As festas na residência Yamamoto não eram mais as mesmas desde que o pai havia falecido, agora eram como jantares de negócios em sua grande maioria onde ela precisava se retirar em momentos "importantes"; tradição e respeito, era o que a mãe costumava repetir sempre que tentava contestar. Como uma mulher no poder poderia tratá-la daquela forma? como Reiko não era vista como uma boa escolha para a presidência das industrias se era tão inteligente quanto os irmãos, tão próxima da mãe, e ainda, a única a ficar depois do colapso de ambos os mais velhos.

— Olha só, Nami… Essa foto é do aniversário do meu pai, quando o Ren ainda tinha franjinha e o Raiden essas bochechonas. — Ria ao retirar uma foto velha dos três agarrados ao pai na tentativa de soprarem a vela por Hinata. Ter lembranças felizes não era tão difícil para a artifice, mesmo que a morte de Hinata tivesse virado a vida da família Yamamoto de cabeça para baixo, ela ainda preferia cultivar as boas memórias de quando todos ainda eram unidos; como nas vezes em que preparava junto aos irmãos mais velhos peças de teatro em noites de frostalia, ou quando Reiko decidia que Ren e Ryo seriam suas bonecas vivas, obrigando os mais velhos com seus olhinhos escuros e expressões fofas a vestirem yukatas da mãe para que fossem maquiados e assim pudesse desfilar para o pai como modelos, arrancando boas risadas de Hinata.

Em suas memórias Reiko havia guardado todos os sorrisos do pai, dos irmãos e de sua mãe, quando a mulher ainda costumava fazê-lo sem parecer forçada a isso, havia memorizado a voz de Hinata que ficava mais alta quando esse contava suas histórias após algumas garrafas de saquê, de como ela e os irmãos corriam pela casa com as pantufas enquanto brincavam, os bonsais que eles eram "obrigados" a cuidar junto da mãe – mesmo que ela gostasse de fazer isso lá no fundo –. Apesar de todo o atrito com a viúva Yamamoto, Reiko ainda a amava e sentia falta de todos os momentos leves que não tinham mais, ainda amava as boas memórias.

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mimihagis · 6 months

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one muse traces the other’s scars

He did not have many scars, nothing akin to Yamamoto's body -- littered with various gashes from years ago. No, Ukitake's form was relatively spotless in that regard, only a few nicks having landed over the decades of his time serving as captain.

The most recent, however, merely stood out more due to the lack in potency of all other small scratches that marred pale skin. At the center of his chest, just above the beginning of his rib cage, resided a messy bloom of reddened flesh, roughened in texture, derived from an Arrancar's entire arm plunging through him from behind. A similar marring mirrored itself onto his back, between slender shoulder blades, though the front of his chest was more accessible at the moment to Shunsui's idling touch.

They laid in bed together, limbs intertwined, the front of his yukata sagged open in light of that large hand's touch seeking out the skin beneath. He closed his eyes, soothed by the gentle gesture, though he knew Shunsui's mind could fall down a darker route than whatever tenderness he was displaying. Thus, slowly, Ukitake reached to spread his hand atop Shunsui's own that currently resided over the marred skin left by Wonderweiss. His heartbeat's steady thrum hopefully offered Shunsui comfort from whatever turmoil lingered behind his eyes.

Gently, after a lengthy pause was taken in, Ukitake softly grasped at Shunsui's wrist and forearm with both hands -- and he guided that touch away from his chest in favor of lifting it, bringing his head into a dipping bow to press feather-light kisses lovingly against each knuckle. I'm alright, each breathy graze of lips spoke in silence; I'm alright, I'm alright.

#in character. [ in a gentle way i will shake the world. ]#verse. [ winter war. ]#dynamic. [ two souls / one heart: kyoraku shunsui. ]#;w; aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...#i didnt wanna do mutual during-tybw scar touches because they have such little time between attacks to really....cuddle.#which makes me weep.

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dreadfulbrutality · 2 years

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"Any regrets?"

Unprompted asks | Accepting | @compassionatekiller | [Hi ! Thank you for the ask ! And I've followed you back - my main blog is shamelessinnerbeast ^_^ ]

The gigantic scarred brute, who was sharpening up his blade, sitting in front of his office, hair not done, just falling across his angular face, uniform not on, replaced by a vulgar yukata, his broad shoulders shaking slightly as he barked a guttural laughter. His entire attitude interpreted as a major “fuck you” to any form of authority in general. Even though he actually hold some respect behind the brute behavior for Yamamoto and some of his fellow taichos.

“Nah, he spat, dirty fingers gratting along his strong jaw down to the chin just as pronounced, before they returned to his zanpakuto. Life’s too short to live like dis... With stupid things like regrets. Weird thing to ask I’d say, especially from ya, especially to ME. ”

#SUPERPREDATOR [IC]#compassionatekiller #[UNOHANA]

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las-microfisuras · 6 years

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Yutaka Yamamoto Plus pres de toi

#yukata yamamoto

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rebornthestage · 4 years

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With the Varia Arc now concluded are you hoping for a Future Arc?

Of course! I’d love to see Byakuran in 3D (or should I say 2.5D), and of course all the gang ~10 years later! I’m really curious as to how they’ll pull off the older guardians. Will the older ones be the same actors, or different ones?

Edit: Also the box weapons!! How are they going to pull those off? There’s projection mapping for the effects of course, but are they going to be lugging plushies around? lmao

Well on the other hand, Pakkun looked cute on Kakashi’s shoulder in Live Spectacle Naruto, so they might be able to make it work?

#asks #anon #i want tyl hibarin #in yukata #ahhh #also yamamoto #i also wonder about the brief tyl gokudera #gokuderas actor will have to costume change quick for the switch lol #also dino #and the the varia #but them and mukuro will probably be just a video projection

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tanuki-kimono · 5 years

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Hyper realistic oil paintings (PAINTINGS!) by Yamamoto Hiroki

#japan #art #Yamamoto Hiroki #oil painting #realistic painting #taisho #showa #retro #hakama #yukata #着物 #nihonga #japanese painting

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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OH OH OH I NEED TO REQUEST FOR BYAKUYA SO MUCH!!! SO HIM WITH F! READER, NSFW AND PROMPT LUNAR ECLIPSE!!!! KAHJFKLJSD Bleach AU pleaseee!! YOU ARE THE BEST OMG

Hii!! of course darling! I hope you enjoy! Also this is the first time I write for him, so pls pls tell me if I should change something! ❤🌙

ㅤ🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

NSFW ~ Byakuya Kuchiki x F! Reader ~ Lunar Eclipse

tw: Nsfw. Bleach AU. Shameless sex at the back garden of his manor. Oral. Fingering. Vag. unprotected sex. Byakuya means "Midnight Sun" so I based the fic on that :3

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Desperate kisses on your skin.

He grunts like a beast,

unleashed, heavy, is difficult to breathe

Like a midnight sun, shining its light when the moon hides in a total eclipse.

That’s Byakuya Kuchiki, a midnight sun.

How many nights, how many years of neglecting love since Hisana died?

A hundred nights. A hundred days. A hundred years.

But that night you finally made the step towards his liberation, and you arrived like his famous bankai… with a thousand sakura flowers bathing the backyard of his lonely manor…

“Who are you and why are you here?” he asks. “Captain Kuchiki, I’m (Name) the new officer” you introduce yourself, smiling subtly with an unusual pinkish shine of the moon reflected in your eyes.

“Why are you here so late, Officer?” he inquires, looking down on you like the good noble and addicted to rules he is. That behaviour is at least unacceptable to him, and he wants to punish you or anyone who dares to bother his lonely nights. Or at least that’s what you think.

In fact, Byakuya Kuchiki isn’t wearing his captain uniform. A simple -yet made of the finest silks- yukata covers his body, and his long, raven hair falls over his shoulders untied. He was preparing for sleep, probably praying as the atmosphere smells like incense.

“I’m really sorry to bother you, Captain. I was sent here by Yamamoto to guard the surroundings and I had to introduce myself in order not to be mistaken by an intruder” you tell him, because it’s actually true. You were a little bit scared of his menacing look and had to protect yourself from his sharp zanpakuto.

He doesn’t say much and simply turns around after fixing his steel eyes on yours. Halfway his firm yet calmed walking he stops. Giving you a side look over his shoulder, perhaps bragging of his perfect jaw, he calls you inside. “I don’t need no guards, damn old man. Come in, please”

You gasp, even if he wants to hold back his own reiatsu, it’s strong enough to be felt in your body. Or maybe it is just the tension his perfect features are creating on you.

And your core.

Despite what every person told you and the way he looked when you saw him from afar, Byakuya is indeed a kind man. He walks you inside his mansion, stopping by a little shrine with the picture of a beautiful woman. He closes the little doors and covers the picture with the saddest expression you could have ever seen in someone’s eyes. Soon, you realize the scent of incense that was flooding the ambient is coming from there, and respectfully bow before her, sure she is someone at least important to him. Not to mention the amazing similarities with your friend, and Byakuya’s sister, Rukia Kuchiki.

The crackers he brought looked a little fancy, not to say funny. You had to bite your lip not to laugh at them, because the captain had baked them himself and besides that they were delicious. The tea, of course, a cherry blossom infusion, was delicious and warming. Spring nights are still a little cold in the Seireitei, and the kimonos aren’t that cosy.

“What range are you?” he asks, after an uncomfortable long silence facing each other at the table. “Nine, sir” you confess. You are new, you are not that strong and yet you were assigned to his division because you thought you had potential. A lot of potential.

He brushes his hair back with his milky white hand, veiny and bony; “beautiful” you think. “Right, how fast are you? Can you use your shunpo well?”. Ah captain Kuchiki and his annoying obsession for being the fastest.

“I’m pretty fast, Captain. In fact, I was able to use shunpo efficiently before anyone else in the academy” you say, because it was true, but you know you would never be as fast as him, not even in a million years.

Byakuya rises up violently from his seat making you squirm in your place. Scary man, sexy but scary. “Show me how fast you are and your skills, Officer (Name)” he commands, leaving your lips trembling. Is he really asking you to fight him?

Your eyes widen and you swallow the last piece of cookie you had on your mouth abruptly. “Y-yes, Captain”.

Byakuya is known for being arrogant, yet strong enough to justify such attitude. Of course, you wouldn’t be able to afford a real fight with him, so you just trust this man isn’t going to kill you the first night of working with him.

You follow him into the back garden of his manor with beautiful sakura flowers covering the grass like a pink delicate rug. A pond with Koi carps peacefully mirrors the cosmic dancing of the moon that is about to go into a beautiful total eclipse. And eclipsed is how you felt by how stunning he looked, bathed by those pinkish tones only the Seireitei skies will show when something so magical happens.

“Begin” he orders, eyes fixed on the Zanpakuto hanging from your hips. He is definitely asking for you to fight him and you are starting to sweat. “Uh… ok” you mumble, watching him take the handle of his lilac sword. You do the same, but since the trial was apparently to show him your quick moves that’s what you do.

You go full power against him, unsheathe your Zanpakuto and try to get it closer to his neck. That’s your best move, after all. Taking your edge from behind to your opponent’s neck. But hell, you are fighting with Byakuya Kuchiki. The only edge on a neck ended up to be Senbonzakura’s one.

His edge to your neck.

“You were trying to do this?” he whispers with a deep low voice in your ear. His zanpakuto smells like Cherry blossoms, like Camellia, like flowers. His spiritual pressure feels strong on your heart, on your head, on your body. Being wrapped by his arms is what probably the majority of women in the Seireitei would dream of… but this is a fight, and he wants to try you.

Your index finger pointed to his belly, right in between your back and his body. “Bakudo number one; Sai”.

Restraining your captain, a master in Kido, was not a wise choice. Though, there was no other choice for you.

It didn’t last for more than a few seconds, but the retorting motions of his arm behind his back opened his kimono just enough to show you some of his well-trained chest. He smirks, subtly, almost imperceptibly. “Kido, huh?” he questions you, as if your technique was some kind of sin.

“I…” you try to explain yourself, quickly failing to speak as he comes closer to you surrounded by a million of little pink blades that look like petals. “What? You think I didn’t know you were going to use kido? You were brought here because I personally requested for you”.

Your lips separated, you didn’t quite understand why you were specifically assigned to the sixth division, but now, it all makes sense. His pale lips pronounce “Bakudo number 99, Kin” and as he claps gracefully like the noble he is, your wrists bound with spiritual fabric behind your back.

“You need a lot more training, but you are strong” he says proudly, coming even closer to you, and your sword that lays on the ground. Your breathing becomes accelerated, heart beating fast and all over the place, your own body resisting Byakuya’s strong reiatsu.

You smile, yet you are scared as the mass of blades surrounds you. “Captain?” you ask, walking slowly backwards. And you walk so much that soon the ground becomes a pond…

“You are going to get wet, officer” he informs you, holding your waist with his arm in a quick saving motion. “Uh… thank you” you whisper, once again and for the last few minutes with one of his arms wrapped around your body.

His eyes fix on yours. None of you are blinking, none of you are even breathing. There is something far more intense than reiatsu mixing. “Captain are you aware of my skills?” you ask, because if you didn’t you were sure your lips would crash into his. “Yes, of course. I specifically chose my officers, but I don’t tell them if not after they showed me their skills personally” he tells you, still not taking his arm off around your waist, and still not helping stand back on your feet.

“Am I strong enough for you, Byakuya-sama?” you whisper, slowing your pace at the end. Byakuya’s eyes widen, because he isn’t consciously flirting… but, is his body thinking the same?

“You are, yes” he mumbles, realizing that now the tables have turned. He is the one who is being weak, he is the one who is about to lose something; his own control. He wasn’t expecting this, but he should have understood his intentions before calling you to his mansion tonight. When Byakuya saw you on your final exam, he felt something he couldn’t stop. He swore not to love anymore, and every time a single hint of love would be near him, he would turn that down.

Byakuya hasn’t touched a woman since Hisana died… but his hands were all over you now…

He undoes the spiritual ties around your wrists, and the thousand flowers surrounding you, too. You could see the sky turning purple and lilac, a magical night and a moon that is barely visible by a single thin stripe of it. He pulls you up, taking you closer to his body and avoiding you to fall into the water behind you.

“You are strong enough for me” he sighs, fighting against his own moving body. Your lips parted, releasing at least a little pressure from the air building on your lungs. “Byakuya-sama…” you pronounce right before he attacks your mouth in a violating not so noble-like manner.

Closing your eyes, you received his lips into yours, his tongue, his warm, wet kisses. You moan to such intensity, he is feral, he is needy, a hundred years’ worth of desires released in one single kiss.

Slowly you two fall into the petals covered ground. Byakuya’s kimono is completely opened by now, showing only nudity from his waist up. On top of you, his arms on each side of your head. He pants and growls, desperate for contact, oh so desperate.

His hand trails a path from your cheek to your waist and even lower. He buries his nails on your thigh, pulling your leg up to let him come closer to your core. You can feel his growing hardness pressed against your sex. Sex that aches, that asks for him, that wants him so bad.

“I must warn you, I haven’t touched a woman for a hundred years” he moans into your mouth. “You will do just fine, captain” you tell him, committing the mistake of thinking he was excusing himself for the lack of experience. “Is not that, I’m afraid I’m gonna go even feral. Stop me now, or don’t at all”.

“I won’t stop you, Byakuya-sama. Fuck me hard, and fuck me now”

“It’s me who gives the orders here…”

Byakuya rips open your kimono, discovering you were barely covered by a sheer camisole under the official uniform. Nipples hard, so ready for him. Skin all bumpy, chest going up and down fighting against an asphyxiating weight as the captain loses control over his reiatsu.

His teeth nibble the skin on your neck and collar bones. His hands massage each of your breasts with special dedication around your nipples. “You smell so good, (Name)” he moans in your ear, discovering your natural sweet skin’s scent. Your nose buries on the crown of his head, filling your senses with his own perfume. Byakuya’s scent is something manly but soft, flowers and its own body odour. Delicious combination, just as he looks, so refined and perfect.

“Ugh fuck” you whine, when he dampens the camisole that covers your body with his own saliva as he bites your nipples. He pulls and nibbles, he sucks and licks. His hips move against you, grazing himself against you, stimulating the already wet spot in between your legs.

“What’s with that language, officer? Do you think it is appropriate to talk like that when you are in the presence of your captain?” he asks, squeezing your cheeks and moving your head towards him to look straight into your eyes. “I’m so sorry, captain. I didn’t mean to-”.“Shut up. Stand up and undress for me” he commands, cutting your words short. Normally you wouldn’t let a man talk to you like that, but for him you would do whatever he asks for. “Yes, Captain”.

You stand up, untying the sash around your waist to let the kimono open. The camisole also falls to the ground, grazing slowly your skin at its pace, getting a little stuck on your hips. Byakuya looks at your show and stands up. He also unties his clothes. The captain looks different, his intense gaze is now a gaze of pure desire and need. His legs apart, showing he is indeed not wearing anything under his kimono.

You bite your lip when you see for the very first time his hard, dripping, throbbing dick. It twitches as you look directly towards it and then slowly scan his abs up to his lips. “Captain…” you whisper, because frankly he is a work of art. A perfect painting of a God.

“Come here, Officer” he calls you, patting his lap. You instantly obey, walking towards him and placing your palms on his chest. “So soft…” you think as your hands travel down his belly until his sex. He immediately spasms at your sweet touch, closing his eyes in pure pleasure.

You kneel right in front of him, knees touching the flowers, legs spread apart to let your wetness drip freely into the grass. His length rests on your hand as you slowly start pumping it, just to add kisses and the tip of your tongue to it seconds after.

“Ngh…” he grunts, closing his lids as you devour his shaft entirely. His precum tastes delightful, he is clean, he is shaved, he is soft and hard. The tip of his dick touches your throat as you increase the rhythm of your oral motions. But he is unable to stop himself for longer than that, and now he is pumping in and out of your mouth with his strong hips. You gag, and you drool. And he is in heaven, well, even higher. He looks up to the sky, tensing his sharp jaw, and you could see how the moon is about to hide completely in the back. No eclipse could be most beautiful than the man you have in front of you right now.

You notice his shaft grow, getting harder and twitching. Clear signs of him about to reach climax. But he stops, Byakuya is a gentleman and won’t finish first.

He pulls you up with a finger under your chin. “Up” he barely mumbles, mainly because he is having a hard time verbalizing anything. “Yes, Byakuya-sama” you mumble after coughing a little. “Say my name as much as you want, please. I love it when you do”.

The head of the Kuchiki clan pulls you even closer to him, spreading your ass cheeks as his belly is pressed against yours. “Come on” he says, and quickly turns you around. His chin rests on your shoulder, and the warming breath tickles your neck.

“I wonder how you taste” he moans and takes his finger to his mouth. “Delicious, try it yourself” he tells you, taking his fingers to your mouth asking for you to suck on them. You do, sexily, just like you did with his dick minutes before ripping from Byakuya’s mouth a grunt.

Long slender fingers search for your dripping wet core, he spreads your labia and plays with your anatomy. He grazes his own dick on the small of your back and fingers you violently, while his tongue searches for yours from the side.

He fingers you harder, in beckoning motion with total knowledge of your internal anatomy, hitting the right spot, making his wrist get bathed by your uncontrollable fluids. Your body, who is only able to endure a little until reaching an explosive climax surrenders to him completely.

“Damn it, Byakuya” you whine, no respect, no noble title after. Plain feral expression of lust and relief as you come and your walls clench around his fingers, trembling. “See, I have a special problem with people that disrespect me” he says, smirking and making you bow, pushing your head from your nape.

“On all fours, brat”.

He says that with such authority that makes you tremble, of course he would want to dominate you, of course he will. You do as he tells, still feeling aftershocks of the last climax, waiting for his next actions.

He spanks your ass softly as he examines your entrance from behind. He plays with your fluids up and down your perineum, enjoying the way your needy entrance pleads for him to fill it up. You even move your hips in an attempt of tempting dance.

“Please, look at you… still dripping” he mumbles, coming closer and looking at you in the reflection of the pond in front of you. “Look at your lustful expression, officer. You want my dick, don’t you?”. You watch the perfect countenance of your captain on the water, the moon absolutely hidden leaving the place to be only enlightened by the subtle flame of torches on each side of the backdoors.

You nod with painful expression, because your body aches for him to fuck you… so fucking hard.

Byakuya sits right at your back. “Sit over me” he commands, patting his lap waiting for you to crawl on him. You do, like a cat in heat. Both sexes grazing and mixing arousal fluids, his dick searching for your entrance, your entrance for his tip.

“I’m gonna fuck you so rough” he whispers with his lips lingering on yours. You carve your nails on his back, showing him how much you need this, how much you want him to do it. “Y-es, please. I can’t… I can’t take it anymore”.

He lifts you up from the back of your thighs and his own hardness finds your entrance by itself. Byakuya lets your body fall over it, and you feel him stretching your walls as you do. You moan soundly, probably the whole Soul Society heard you. But you don’t care, neither does he… Byakuya is once again forgetting about rules, he is breaking them all and he does not care, he does not.

The captain kisses you again, and again and again. He pulls your hair, his arms around your waist and his hands pressing you down from the small of your back. His hips pounce on you, and you help him bouncing up and down. The sound of your skins against the other, the moans and grunts. Byakuya has lost whatever sense of holding back that was left on him. Like the meaning of his name, he was burning like a midnight sun in the middle of the dark, in the middle of the night, taking the place the moon had left when it hid during a total eclipse.

“Byakuya-sama” you repeat once, twice, countless times as you reach climax once again. “(Name)” he moans, only able to pronounce part of your name as he gets lost in the upcoming explosion of his sex bathing your insides warmly and strongly.

Both rested for a few minutes in each other’s embrace, while the moon starts shining again with a lilac brilliance over you two. “Should I go, Byakuya-sama?” you ask once you are able to properly breathe again. “Please stay, I need more… so much more” he whispered, taking you in his arms inside and putting you on his huge royal bed…

A single orgasm won’t make up for a hundred years of celibacy, right?🌙~

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unohanadaydreams · 3 years

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Sup babes!! Who do you think has the fattest ass and who has the flattest ass in the bleach universe??? 🍑🍑🍑

LMAO. Who indeed. I’ve got several options for each category. Flattest asses was so much easier though.

Flattest ass:

A toss up between Nnoitra and Shinji. I’m pretty sure their legs just go immediately into their backs. You slap their ass and you are in pain from hitting bone. They can’t sit normal or they’re uncomfortable in minutes.

Shinji gets to stand during meetings but Nnoitra is absolutely bringing one of those donut cushion.

The lads with the least. Someone start a charity for these guys because their backsides are fucking starving.

Honorable mentions are Jugram, Riruka, and Gin—especially Gin.

Fattest ass:

This one is so much harder because Kubo loves drawing Figure 8 bodies (That one panel of Nemu in tybw arc…..) and the manga is full of workout junkies who probably have tight asses you could put a bra over and up close you’d never know the difference.

Obviously Matsumoto is on the list; you expected this and I’m not going to subvert expectation because that would be lying. She may hate her tits trying to choke her out during nap time, but Matsumoto gladly wields her ass as the deadly weapon it is. If you don’t lift then you don’t live, because she’s probably too drunk to care you need air.

Definitely Yamamoto. He’s like perpetually squatting with that cane and we can only imagine how much worse it was for the poor shinigami of yesteryear who couldn’t slap for fear of execution. The salutes that ass still gets during yukata season almost compares to the critical mass of the cake itself.

Yhwach for sure. It’s like he’s packing the Soul King’s ass back there too. A generous double helping of ass, big enough to clench his Quincy cross with. His soldier didn’t just sacrifice their powers and the results see his cape getting caught in that thing.

Nemu. Not because she does anything special or has particularly good genetics (despite what Mayuri thinks.) She’s literally storing things in there. Booty meat full of unknowable potions. I’m pretty sure this kind of thing has been hinted at by Kubo via that… scene after the Szayel battle.

Last is a tie between Charlotte and Yammy. Yammy’s is technically larger but for his frame, we can say they’re equal. All those souls he sucked down had to go somewhere. And Charlotte runs around on sand, in heels, for fun; the proof is in the pudding cups.

Honorable mentions are Kenpachi, Yoruichi, Iba, and Sajin.

#bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach #this is 30% for the meme and 70% dead fucking serious

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