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You write my favourite characterization of Aizen. I adore your portrayal of him so much 😍

I have a request, if you'd be so kind to indulge it: I have this image of my mind of being with him the night before Karakura Town- like it's Mass Effect and we're about to jump into hell, and I just hnnng what would it be like? How would he spend those last precious hours of freedom?

Thank you for your kind words and patience!! I can't say I'm familiar with Mass Effect, but last moments? I can certainly do that!

CW: Surgery discussion, mild angst, slightly suggestive, but no smut.

Aizen stares intensely at the monitor. Ichigo and his friends are faring better than he originally planned with the Espada. On one hand - he is disappointed that the Espada lacked the strength to stop Ichigo and his friends, on the other hand, his curiosity grows as Ichigo continues to push himself to his limits.

Yet Aizen wasn't worried. The days were nearing before he would step into Karakura Town, or if it was as he suspected, a fake Karakura Town. Either way, Aizen had planned contingency upon contingency for what may or may not happen.

Though as the days draw near, Aizen mulls over the final touches to his plan. The hogyoku glimmers in the distance as leaves the room.

You stared at the perpetual night sky of Las Noches, the moon gone from its reaches. Your body feels heavy with your anxiety looming over you. It was a mix of anxiety, anticipation... and dread.

The worry that Sosuke wouldn't be succesful - the worry he wouldn't make it out of Las Noches at the rate the human teens were clearing out Las Noches.

The worry that he walks into a trap set by the Gotei 13.

The worry that you would never see him again.

You didn't agree with his methods to usurp the throne of the Soul King, but you also knew you couldn't talk him out of it. This was the only way Sosuke thought would work. And you could only trust in his own belief.

And ever the man with the plan, he ensured that you would be out of harms way once he entered Karakura Town. You would be far, far away from Las Noches, far from the reaches of Karakura Town and Soul Society. Further away from Japan in the World of the Living. If, no when he was successful, he would come for you, whatever way that may be.

You couldn't help but give a wry smile - wouldn't it have been easier to kill you? Sosuke was a peculiar man, with peculiar sentiments - that much you learned as your relationship with him deepened.

Oddly sentimental, and oddly trusting, of only you and Kaname. You wondered about his relationship with Gin sometimes - he almost kept the man at arms length. A thin thread linking the two men together. He never did reveal much about it though, and neither did Gin.

Instead, you and Kaname were trusted to the highest degree. Or at least, as high as a man of Sosuke's cautiousness allowed.

He entrusted you to operate on him - to implant the hogyoku into his chest. It was something you knew Sosuke could do on his own, but maybe - as one final act of trust, he wanted you and Kaname to perform the surgery. You touched his bare chest as you weaved a sedative kaido spell on him - a spell he would never succumb to normally. He had completely let down his guard.

Kaname watched as you cleaned the area for implantation, ensuring Sosuke was breathing normally. You sliced him cleanly as Kaname cleaned the blood from the incision. The hogyoku glimmered faintly.

You knew what to do, Sosuke had walked you through the procedure, had you practice and strengthen your spell casting abilities for this moment, and you had to trust yourself, just as he had trusted you.

You looked back outside, shaking yourself from that memory. Sosuke recovered smoothly, just as he anticipated. And now it was his last night with you, before he left Las Noches and just maybe you once and for all.

The night felt... calm, almost soothing to you. Sosuke indulged your whim to recite poetry. He read to you your favourites across centuries and cultures. Every syllable, pause and rhythm of his voice being seared into your memory.

In return, he wanted your wit, your charm and your thoughts. He would ask for your opinion, your criticisms and your guesses to the meaning behind the poems. The two of you in your own bubble of metaphors and allegories, of your favourite meal and teas.

Why wasn't every night like this?

Sosuke had a way with words, a way with power and a way with you. Why did he have to do this? Why? Why? Why?

Your anxiety was still festering, yet Sosuke looked as calm as ever. His face serene as he sipped his tea, enjoying the warmth it and you provided him.

He looked like a man without a care in the world, with every word spoken with a sense of measure and evenness. He was... relaxed.

He wanted one last thing from you, before you two retired for the night. It made you laugh how with everything going on, with all of his plans, with all of his intricacies and quirks, he yearned for your touch.

And you only wanted to oblige.

It was a surreal night. You took time to kiss him, as he did you. The two of you lost in each other's bodies and your own thoughts, as you seared every kiss, nip and bite to memory. The way his eyes would shutter as you gently bit his ear, the way he would angle his thrust a bit higher as you let out a gutteral moan of his name.

The night felt both long, yet so short. The weariness of your body and the overstimulated mess of nerves of your mind put you straight to sleep, with Sosuke's embrace the last thing you could sear to memory.

Birds were chirping nearby as you began to wake. Birds? Your eyes flew open and a new room greeted you. Sadness washed over you as you longed for Sosuke, but it was now the morning and he was gone.

And the only thing you could do now was to trust him.

Thank you for sending this request and I hope this is what you had in mind!! I wanted to write something with... a dreamy quality to it, but I don't think I conveyed that all that well haha!

@villainsrtasty reblogging this from you my bleach mama 🩷

in these dark times all i can say is thank god for online attention from perverts

Ugh, lovee tis hairstyle on Shinji!

(Idk the artist, if anyone knows tell me, so I can credit)

@darthwhorecrux @villainsrtasty @tomitsulikeslemons

So uhm... I'll explain...

These two are awfully similar...

...and they're both linked to Gorillaz

...that's all

ᰔᩚ telling the bleach men you are ovulating while they are in a meeting but they have a breeding kink (smau)ᰔᩚ

warning: smut, explicit content & language, 18+mdni

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, shinji hirako

cr: @villainsrtasty she‘s gonna make a continue to this🩷

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comments & reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻

@shinjisimp can't remember a time i wasn't gooning ☝️😔

i wonder what i thought about before my thoughts were vastly consumed by having sex with fictional characters and falling in love with fictional characters

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL MOTHERS OUT THERE!!!!

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My boyfriend everyone 🧎‍♀️

Shinji x female reader

A short prompt by @tomitsulikeslemons your wish is my command.

Smut nsfw not proofread yet.

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“Ya want me to go all visored on yer ass? Ya sure ‘bout that doll?”

With his hard dick in hand, he was just about ready to line up against your slick folds. You quickly cover your entrance with your palm, feeling the smooth leaky head of his cock pressing against the backside of your hand.

“Just for a few minutes. Entertain me. You said I can ask for anything”, you remind him of his promises.

“Ya. What I meant was jewelry or clothes. Not a pounding from my inner hollow. But whateva tickles yer fancy I guess”. He wouldn't deny you a simple request. He won’t admit to it but he was curious. He had masturbated while in that form countless time and it did offer him the most heightened sense of arousal and ecstasy. Many times he thought about bringing out the mask while fucking you from behind but never pulled it off, worried it might be an instant turn-off on your end. Or perhaps he was just unconsciously worried it would frighten you and distance you away from him. Because at one point they were considered an outcast, ostracized by their own friends and family.

“What did I do to deserve ya”, he whispers, mostly to himself while transforming, the white mask materializing onto his face.

“Hmmm?” you swear he said something sentimental.

“Nothin’. Just lay back and let Shinji do his thing”. His voice was deeper and distorted, adding onto that sex appeal that drove you crazy. It had you squealing like a fangirl on the inside. But you can't show your excitement or else he will certainly use that to his taunting advantage.

His intimidating grin was much wider and whiter, teeth so perfectly flared and permanently plastered onto the hard shell. His short blond hair was the only indication that it was your Shinji behind that mask. As you begin to appreciate this form of his, which you had rarely seen, he aligns himself back against your wet folds and pushes forward. A gush of your arousal coats his length and trickles out your stuffed opening.

“Fuck! Did ya just get wet from starin’ at my mask? Ya a weird one ain't ya. Don't ya start cummin’ from lookin’”, he commented while burrowing himself all the way in. Your walls were convulsing around him, your body trembling in excitement from the sight that hovered above you. He had to be careful with his movements. His cock and nerves were too sensitive in this form.

His hips began moving, skin slapping at an unusually slower pace. You just lay there with your legs open nice and wide for him. Your heart is thumping hard in your ribcage and Shinji’s inner hollow can hear every sound coming from your body. Your heart beat, the blood gushing through your arteries, your hitched breath and the squelching sounds emitted from deep within your womb.

“Ya fallin’ in love with my hollow?” he suddenly asked mid-thrust. His cock was half in and it felt like he was glaring at you all of a sudden.

You have no idea how to answer that question. Yes? It feels like you are cheating on him. No? ‘You don't fully accept me.’

He chuckled, noticing your flustered state.

You look back at him, you could just see that cocky grin behind the mask. Fuck! He was messing with your head again.

You suddenly retreat away from him and quickly push him on his back. You plop on top and grind your hips against his pelvis, his cock twitching under your weight. At that point he realized he was fucked. As soon as his dick pushed past your folds, he gave you a very deep warped groan.

“What’s the matter? Too stimulating for your dick? I can feel it throbbing like a mad man between my walls”, you grin, riding him at a faster pace.

He did not expect to be overstimulated so soon. His mind was already hazy from the transformation as he walked along the edge between two worlds. It was sad you couldn't witness his pathetic expression. You lean forward, forearms propped up on his chest, hips dancing in every direction.

“Doll…slow down! ‘M gonna….!” he pleaded, his hands resting on your hips in an effort to slow down your movements but you were on a mission.

“Don’t you dare cum! I just started!”.

Alas, it was too much for the Visored. What did it for him was the kiss on his mask. Your soft lips pressed against the perfectly arranged white gnashers.

“Fuckkkk meeeee!!!!” echoed his orgasmic moans, cock convulsing deep inside while coating your walls with his thick seed. But you didn't stop. You continued to milk him good and some more. “Stoppp!! I'm loosin’ it!!! Stop yer ass or….shit!!” he paused his begging for a brief moment, his mask dissolving away and a trickle of blood trailing down his nostril and towards his lip.

His dilated pupils and half lidded eyes gave you the satisfaction. You pull him out so you can tend to his bloody nose, leaving a trail of his stringy cum pooling on his twitching cock.

“Fuck doll. You gotta listen to yer man”. He is breathing hard, his body still sensitive from the intense premature orgasm he was not prepared for.

“Well it was fun to get you to cum before me. We have to do this more often”, you say cheerfully while cleaning up his face.

He passes you a disapproving look. You pat his lips with the red stained cloth, your eyes gleaming with mischief. You were now aware of his weakness and you shall abuse it until his balls run try. With a loose fist, you stroke his glistening slippery cock. You click your tongue in disappointment as he couldn’t get it up fast enough.

He understands that it’s your way or no way. He inhales deeply, eyes closed and forearm resting on his forehead as he tries to ground himself.

“Just give me a sec, doll. Don’t ya rush me. It’ll bounce up soon”.