TW: FLASHES

I'M SO OBSESSED SHINJI OUR BELOVED 🩷🩷🩷

—I trip and fall in love just like a Tuesday drunk

I always go all in, all in, all in

Over the handlebars, hittin’ the ground so hard

If I’m alone fallin’, fallin’, fallin’,

We ain’t gotta talk about it—

This is based on this AMAZING CUTIE fic @darthwhorecrux wrote!! GO READ IT. IT’S SO CUTE AND FUNNY 🤭 I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time! :

When it got to ~that part~ I KNEW I had to draw it lmao I can’t help myself I was SQUEALING

I was also listening to “Handlebars” by JENNIE and Dua Lipa on REPEAT while drawing this, I felt like it fit the vibe~

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💬 18  🔁 5  ❤️ 60 · I tried to write for another character but Shinji LITERALLY stormed into my room, flipped my desk, threw my laptop, broke

Shinji and Momo as a cat and a hamster 🐱🐹

Momo's face always reminded me of a cute hamster 🥺

Shinji's dub voice actor in TYBW does a good job, but I MISS HIS OLD VOICE ACTOR SO MUCH <\3 THE SONIC VOICE WAS SO SEXY IDCCCC

I mourn this every day.

Him going in to grab my a$$

Okay, so since you did the squirting question, it's only fair I ask for those who would enjoy it if you creamed a lot.

So who would be ecstatic to learn that you tend to cream a lot? Just loving the sight (I know Kyoraku would definitely be there) ❣️

A/N: That man appreciates all the things you have to offer him. A hedonist. And we love him for that.

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — a hedonist at heart, Shunsui would groan in pleasure, spreading you open just to watch your slickness coat his fingers before sucking them clean. He’d whisper lazy praises about how perfect you are, murmuring about how he could stay between your thighs all day.

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 — he’d smirk, enjoying the way your creamy arousal betrays you. He’d stroke through your wetness with teasing slowness, murmuring something smug about how much you need him and how messy you’ve become just for him, before finally indulging fully.

𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 — a refined indulgence. He might act composed, but there’s something about a perfectly creaming pussy that utterly ruins him. Loves seeing how drenched you get just from his fingers, whispering soft yet filthy praise as he spreads you open. Would spend a ridiculous amount of time between your thighs just admiring the wetness before ever giving you his cock.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 — clenching around him, so wet that it drips down his length. Loves seeing you full and dripping, spreading your open just to watch how much you’ve creamed from his touch alone. Would bury his face in your folds and murmur sweet praises while making you gush on his tongue before making his cock look equally messy.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — enjoys watching the mess you make around his cock, and loves feeling how wet you get for him. Would purposefully take his time, making sure you’re creaming endlessly before he even starts fucking you properly. Runs his fingers through it, revelling in the way you react. He’d lose himself in the creamy slickness. He’d press his forehead against yours, breath hitching, eyes locked onto the way you drip for him.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — this man appreciates pleasure, and he’d find it downright addictive. He’d tease you relentlessly, dipping a finger into your cunt and bringing it to his lips, tasting it with a slow, exaggerated hum of approval, running his cock through your folds to cover him in your creamy goodness.

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 — wild and primal, Grimmjow would love seeing your pussy messy with arousal. He’d drag his tongue over you, groaning, making a complete mess of your slickness just to rile you up more. The sight alone would make his cock throb.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐤 — normally lazy and easygoing, but the moment he notices how creamy you’ve become, his eyes would darken. He’d run his fingers through your slick folds, testing just how wet you were before giving a slow, approving hum. He’d contemplate between eating you out first or getting you to make a greater mess all over his cock.

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — he definitely loves it, but he’d be so overwhelmed by how sexy you look that he’d struggle to find the words. He’d bite his lip, groan, and run his hands over your thighs, mesmerised, before burying himself in your mess and adding to it.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 — absolutely ravenous. He’s messy, impatient, and insatiable. Loves seeing you creaming for him. He’s hungry. The type to shove his cock right back at the moment he pulls out and sees you dripping. Loves seeing your body react so viscerally to him, knowing he’s the one making you this messy.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 — would act like it’s just a normal part of sex but definitely notices and enjoys it. He’d tease you about how worked up you are. Calling you a messy girl and how he’s here to clean you up (he makes more mess instead), smirking as he rubs the rip of his cock through your wetness.

𝐆𝐢𝐧 — loves the visual of a creaming pussy, the way it clings to him. Would constantly tease, dipping just the tip in and watching the way you leak before fully thrusting in. Enjoys feeling how slick you get, whispering wicked things as he lazily plays with you.

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — he just wants to feel and taste everything. Would shove his face between your thighs and stay there for as long as he damn well pleases, making sure you’re completely ruined before he even starts fucking you. The kind of man who wouldn’t stop until you’re drenched and trembling.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Hisagi, Ryuken, Uryu

Have a ghostie onigiri

#ghostface

has been so hard to find the time lately, but i COULD NOT ignore my man's birthday. so this is short and was done in a bit of a haste, but i hope my fellow Shinji lovers still enjoy !!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINJI <3

Shinji never cared much for his birthday. Maybe each passing year would be more meaningful if he were human, but to him, it was just another day, especially when there was no break in his Captain duties, even on the weekend.

When you learned this about him, you were determined to get him to think otherwise. His birthday was special. He was special, and you needed him to know that. Even if it was something small, which seemed to be what he appreciated most, you never let him forget when it was supposed to be his day.

He came in a little after noon, sighing and slinking in, likely in search of something to have for lunch in between time spent with his squad. At the sound of his entrance, you quietly scrambled to gather the large cupcake you baked him, shoving a candle in the center, and lighting it, tip-toeing toward him as you sang, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

As soon as he saw you slowly making your way towards him, the candle illuminating your beautiful face, an affectionate smile spread on his face and a special kind of warmth, reserved only for you, began to blossom in his chest. He let you finish your song, stopping before him with the cake held out. You were smiling so hard it hurt, likely more excited about his day than he was.

“Now make a wish!” You beamed, lifting the cake a little higher.

“I wish…” He began.

You clapped a hand over his mouth. “I’m not supposed to hear it!” You giggled. “It’s for yourself.”

“And what if I have no wishes? Hm?” He teased.

“You have to have something,” you prodded. “You really can’t think of anything you want?”

Shinji shook his head, his sharp eyes softening. “Everything I want is right here.” He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer, making the candlelight dance dangerously between your bodies.

“You trying to light us on fire?” You grinned as your face heated at his intimate words.

“Guess I better make that wish so I can blow this thing out,” he chuckled. “Let me see here,” he pretended to look thoughtful, “I wish my baby would kiss me.”

He lowered his head and blew, and through the smoke, you leaned forward, nearly pressing into the icing just to get to him. “Your wish is my command.” You took his lips into yours, kissing him passionately before he was pulling away, grabbing the cupcake from you and setting it aside.

“That was about to get messy, and I don’t want to mess up the pretty cake you made,” he explained with a laugh before leaning in once more, kissing you more fervently this time now that there was no barrier.

You wrapped your arms around each other, getting impossibly closer. You whined into his mouth and tugged on his clothes, knowing that he would be gone again soon and you selfishly wanted him to yourself for the whole day. He seemed to be doing the same, digging his fingers into the plush of your body as if you were going to slip away at any moment, and he had to hold on tight. He pulled back with a frustrated sigh, frowning in annoyance as he thought of the time.

“I should grab some food and head back,” he said apologetically. “Maybe, if I’m not back too late, we can share your cake tonight?” He raised his eyebrows hopefully.

But you were frowning deeply, refusing to accept the circumstances. “Do you really have to go back? You can’t get Momo or one of the others to cover for you?”

“I shouldn’t abandon her like that,” he reasoned, running his hands along your sides and back in an attempt to soothe you.

“But it’s your birthday,” you continued to pout. “And I want to do more than just kiss you…” You tugged on the waistband of his pants for emphasis.

“Yer killing me, sweetheart,” Shinji groaned, squeezing your ass. “Okay, let me call Momo.” He pulled away from you abruptly, as if he didn’t leave now, he never would.

“Okay,” you giggled excitedly, determined to have your way.

He left the room, coming back a few short moments later with a poker face that had you jumping out of your skin. He remained silent and impassive, surely just to get you all worked up for his own amusement.

“Well?!”

“Happy birthday to me,” he grinned smugly. “Momo’s gonna handle things and call me if there’s an emergency. I’m all yours, baby doll.”

“Yes!” You pounced on him, wrapping your arms around his torso and squeezing his slender frame tightly. “I’m so happy! I’ll have to bake a cake for Momo too!”

“Anyways,” his voice dropped an octave as he smirked at you wolfishly, licking his lips. “Ya mentioned wanting to do more than just kiss me?”

“Let me package up your cake again so it stays fresh,” you were smirking now too. “Then I’ll do whatever you want, birthday boy.”

“No better gift,” he practically moaned at the offer.

Shinji never cared much for his birthday.

But thanks to you, he was starting to.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

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

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

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

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

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kuchiki Byakuya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hirako Shinji

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kyoraku Shunsui

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ukitake Jushiro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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How Aizen Soouke would act towards his significant other/lover headcannons

A/N: Before reading please note that if it seems ooc it's because this significant other must be VERY close with aizen for him to perform this way, someone he trusts to a certain degree. But I think i nailed his character pretty well so have no fear.

• Reserved Affection: Aizen tends to be emotionally reserved, so his gestures of love would be subtle and calculated, rather than overt displays of affection.

During a quiet evening together, Aizen might watch his partner from across the room, his gaze softening momentarily before he goes back to his book or work. It’s a rare moment, but when he’s lost in thought, his partner might catch him staring with a faint, almost imperceptible smile that speaks volumes.

• Protective: While he may not openly show it, he cares deeply about his partner’s well-being. His protective nature is understated but evident in his actions, such as ensuring their safety or subtly guiding them without being controlling.

If they were ever in a dangerous situation, Aizen would remain calm but quickly place himself between them and the threat. Afterward, when they ask about his cold demeanor, he might downplay it, saying, "I trust you can handle yourself, but I don’t take chances with what’s mine."

• Intellectual Engagement: Aizen values intelligence and might engage in deep, philosophical discussions with his partner. He would find their intellectual compatibility stimulating and would often challenge them in ways that push them to grow.

Perhaps on a lazy afternoon, Aizen could begin discussing a philosophical topic that interests him, such as the nature of power or control, but with a twist,he invites his partner to challenge his views. "What do you think, darling? Is freedom really an illusion?" he might ask, genuinely interested in their perspective, while keeping his own thoughts measured.

• Unspoken Care: Aizen isn’t the type to express emotions openly, but small gestures like making sure his partner is comfortable or solving problems without them realizing could be his way of showing love.

After a long day, his partner might find a cup of tea waiting for them when they return to their shared space. Aizen didn’t say anything, but the gesture clearly shows he noticed their exhaustion. He would simply say, "I trust it will help you relax," in his usual calm tone.

• Occasional Praise: Though he might not shower them with compliments, when Aizen does offer praise, it’s meaningful and often reserved for moments when it’s most deserved.

If his partner has achieved something significant, like completing a project or handling a difficult situation, Aizen might offer a rare compliment. "That was... impressive," he might say with a hint of admiration, before moving back to his usual composed self, not one for excessive praise.

• Teasing or Provoking: Aizen might engage in subtle teasing, especially when he wants to see his partner’s reaction. He enjoys pushing boundaries but in a controlled way.

If his partner were trying to outsmart him in an intellectual debate, Aizen might lean back with a slight smirk. "Is that really the best you can do? How disappointing," he’d say, but with a playful glint in his eye. It’s his way of showing affection through challenge, not cruelty.

• Thoughtful Gifts: Rather than spontaneous romantic gestures, Aizen might give thoughtful gifts that reflect his understanding of his partner’s needs or desires.

Instead of a typical romantic gift, Aizen might notice his partner’s interest in a particular rare book, or an obscure item that holds sentimental value, and surprise them with it. When they thank him, he responds, "I remember you mentioning it once. It seemed like something you’d appreciate."

• Emotional Distance: He may sometimes seem emotionally distant, but it’s more a result of his natural guardedness. He would never let his partner feel neglected, though it could be hard to read his true feelings at times.

When his partner is upset and seeking emotional comfort, Aizen might remain somewhat distant, offering practical advice instead of emotional solace. "It’s simple—deal with it as you would any other obstacle. Emotion clouds judgment," he’d say, before gently guiding them toward a more logical solution to their problem.

• Possessiveness : While he may not outright express jealousy, Aizen might demonstrate a quiet possessiveness, ensuring that his partner understands they are an integral part of his life, but it would be done in a way that feels almost natural, never overly dramatic.

If another person shows interest in his partner, Aizen might quietly observe the situation from afar. Later, in a private moment, he’d comment, "I don’t mind you interacting with others, but be mindful of how much attention you invite. Some people don't know when to stop." His tone remains calm, but there’s an unmistakable edge to his words.

• Supportive in Crisis: When his partner is in trouble or needs guidance, Aizen will step in with strategic, calculated support—offering help in a way that’s effective but not necessarily emotional.

When something goes wrong, and his partner is panicked, Aizen steps in with his usual calm demeanor, offering a clear course of action. "Focus. We will resolve this, but first, you need to calm down." He might guide them through the steps in a quiet, no-nonsense way, demonstrating his unwavering support even though he doesn't show overt emotion.

• Reserved Physical Affection: Aizen may not be the most touchy-feely, but when he does engage in physical affection, it’s likely to be intimate and sincere, albeit understated. For example, a hand on the back, a gentle touch, or a quiet hug could be his way of expressing closeness.

After an emotionally taxing day, Aizen might approach his partner as they’re about to go to bed. Instead of a passionate kiss or hug, he may simply place a hand on their shoulder, his fingers gently squeezing as he murmurs, "Rest. Tomorrow will be easier," offering comfort in his understated way. He might offer you some tea before bed too 🤗

A/N: omg was editing this on mobile HELL. I hope you guys enjoyed this 🤗. I really tried introducing new English words to my dictionary so I don't sound basic 😭

The only man I’d let manipulate me 🙂‍↕️

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