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“Ready ta pop ya in my mouth~”

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Based off of a fic by @villainsrtasty and you should read it :P

Will I get sick of this idiot any time soon? Absolutely not >:)

This took a while cause I moved apartments this weekend and I am exhausted lol

Him going in to grab my a$$

HE LOOKS SO SOFTTTTTT I AM IN TEARS

🥺 The way Shinji relates to Ichigo not being able to save anyone like he wasn't able to in tbtp

Shinji and Momo as a cat and a hamster 🐱🐹

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

some quick Shinji fluff so you can all go to bed and have sweet dreams about him tonight <3 no Sunday scaries round here (there still definitely are but i am doing my darnest to ignore them)!

You woke with a gasp and a pounding heart, disoriented at being ungracefully torn from your slumber. The last bits of the traumatizing scene your subconscious invented plagued your mind, making you tremble.

At your side, Shinji stirred awake. Sometimes, it was if you shared a body. When you were in distress, he felt it. Your terror woke him just the same as it did you.

"What's wrong?" His voice was hoarse from deep sleep. He was on you immediately, slender fingers delicately finding your face in the dark to cup your cheek. Your frame against his, he could feel you trembling, and that was all the answer he needed. "It's okay, you're okay. I'm here. I'm right here," he cooed, his hand pushing your head into his chest, hugging you tightly to still your shaking.

You curled around him, your teddy bear, finding comfort in the softness of his bare skin. You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent, feeling his steady heartbeat, basking in his warmth. All the while, he stroked your hair, breathing slowly in and out, staying calm to encourage you to do the same. He pressed kisses into the top of your head, anything and everything to make you feel at ease again, to remind you that he was here, and that as long as he was, you were safe.

He reminded you of that. "You know I won't let anything hurt you."

"I know," you chirped, reflecting on the nightmare with a shiver. "It was just so scary. It felt so real."

"I know," he affirmed you, fingers tangling in your hair protectively. "But it wasn't. This is now. I'm real, and I'm better than that shit."

You giggled into his chest, squirming affectionately in his hold. "You are."

"I'll kick your nightmares' ass." You could hear the lazy smirk in his voice. It made your heart flutter, how you adored him.

"I don't think that's how it works."

"I'll make it work."

After that, you didn't need him to do any nightmare-ass-kicking. You slept soundly, thinking of his sweet words and wrapped in his warm embrace, knowing that you'd always be safe as long as that's where you were - with him.

we were robbed 😩😩😩 turn back the pendulum arc spin off series when ??? 👀👀👀

was watching the turn back the pendulum arc and i found something

literally the same picture

this arc means sooooo much to me 😭 this Mayuri, long-haired Shinji, lieutenant Aizen, and Captain Kisuke?!?! these were SOME TIMES

was watching the turn back the pendulum arc and i found something

literally the same picture

here i go being horny on the tl again 🫣

Question? How would the Quincy men perform oral sex? Would they be rough, gentle, fast, slow, etc?

A/N: I contemplated on writing for Uryu and Jugram again, since I had their response in NSFW headcanons, but I gave another response. More content for you all.

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 — calm, precise and utterly overpowering. He wouldn't rush. He’d drag his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every tremble and moan, maintaining unwavering eye contact as if reading and controlling every reaction. His beard would only add to the stimulation, brushing over sensitive areas like a constant teasing presence. He wouldn’t just use his tongue—his fingers would press, stretch, and grip, making sure you had no room to escape his attention.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — would be deeply attentive, treating oral as an art of discipline. He wouldn't rush, instead ensuring every flick, suck, and press of his tongue delivered the most precise pleasure possible. His focus would be intense, blue eyes locked onto you as if you were the only thing in existence. His hands would be firm, keeping you steady as he worked his tongue in slow strokes before shifting into something more intense—sucking, nipping, and humming in a way that sent vibrations deep into your core. Jugram wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied that he had wrung every drop of pleasure from you, leaving you trembling and breathless beneath him.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — would make oral into a game—slow, teasing, and playful, dragging it out far longer than necessary just to see how much you could take. He’d start with featherlight flicks, smirking at every twitch and whimper, dragging out anticipation until you were begging for more. His tongue would be dangerously skilled, switching between gentle licks and deep, drawn-out sucks, making sure to pause just when things got unbearable. He’d hum against you lazily, the vibrations enough to push you closer to the edge, only for him to pull back with a knowing chuckle. But once he got serious? His tongue would be relentless, switching between devastating precision and deep licks until he had you falling apart beneath him. And he’d love every second of it.

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳-𝐁 — wild, relentless, and absolutely filthy. He wouldn’t hold back, diving in with deep, messy licks, groaning into you as if he couldn't get enough. His hands would be gripping your thighs and hips as he ate you out like a man starving, tongue moving in quick, heated strokes, pressing, flicking, and swirling with raw passion. He wouldn’t care about pacing—he’d want you crying out, trembling, hands fisting in his hair as he worked you over again and again. He’d growl against you, the vibrations only heightening the sensation, and he wouldn’t stop until his face was soaked, until you were left breathless, trembling, and utterly spent.

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 — would treat oral like a task to be executed with flawless precision. He wouldn’t bother with teasing, going straight into deep, languid strokes of his tongue that had you falling apart before you even realised what hit you. His pace would be slow but thorough, every movement designed to extract the maximum response with minimal effort. He wouldn’t react to desperate whimpers or moans, keeping his composure even as his tongue worked relentlessly, but he would take in every shudder, every gasp, using that knowledge to craft his art. And the worst part? He wouldn’t even gloat about it—he’d simply wipe his mouth, adjust his glasses, and act as if he hadn’t just ruined you completely

𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 — would be surprisingly skilled. He’d start slow, mapping out every sensitive spot with delicate licks, carefully gauging each reaction before honing in on what made you gasp the loudest. His tongue would be accurate, flicking in controlled motions, his lips sealing around you to suck with just the right amount of pressure. He’d take pride in making you unravel, watching their body twitch under his careful attention, never letting up until he had you completely at his mercy. He might not seem like the type to enjoy being messy, but once he got lost in the moment, he’d revel in the way you writhed beneath him, taking quiet satisfaction in the fact that he could break you with nothing but his tongue.

TW: smut, we all know Kisuke a freak :P

Kisuke's shy s/o who he'd been pleading with to sit on his face for some time now, you thought tonight may be the the night that you've worked up enough courage to agree to it.

"Kisuke?" You approached him timidly.

"Hm?" He was only half paying attention, busy at work on something in his shop.

Here it goes. Fear caught the words in your throat, but you forced it down, swallowing hard. "Would you want to try that thing you've been mentioning?" Hesitation, and then, "you know, sit - sitting on your face?"

At the sound of that, he perked up, nearly letting what he was doing clatter to the ground. After almost dropping a handful of gadgets, he carelessly tossed them aside, turning his body square with yours. "Right now? You're serious?"

You took a step back. "If you're too busy-"

He grabbed your waist, pulling you back in. "Never too busy for you, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Especially if it's for that. I'm just a little surprised. What made you finally come around to the idea?" He was swaying you in his hold, his tone flirtatious, setting butterflies loose in your stomach (and pussy).

You shrugged. "It makes me nervous, but I want to try it. I can't be a scaredy cat forever, can I?"

"Cutie," Kisuke mused, dipping his head to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hat poking your head. He took it off and held it to his chest earnestly. "You have nothing to fear. I'm gonna make it worth your while. You know I will, yeah?"

"Mhm." You nodded, reminiscing on your previous escapades with him. He never fell short of satisfying you, that's for sure. You simply worried you weren't going to be enough for him. Or too much.

But to be so insecure with your goofy, eccentric, open-minded boyfriend, it was nonsense. You weren't going to let it dictate your experiences, especially when there were so many delicious ones to be had.

"Let's quit wasting time hangin' around here then." He whisked you inside, headed for the bedroom, unable to contain his eagerness.

This wasn't your first tango with Kisuke. You comfortably got undressed with him, ending up bare in his lap, drooling into his mouth at the feeling of your flesh against his, your curves soft amongst his chiseled figure. Everything was going fine, and you were dripping without even needing him to touch you down there. Everything was going fine until he was pulling away from your lips and laying back, getting into position.

Your mind immediately started to conjure worst case scenarios; suffocating him, injuring his neck, anything and everything that absolutely wouldn't happened but that still held so much power over you. It made you want to back out, to change your mind. Seeing him look up at you with that lazy smile that was so different from the panic settling into your features, panic that was quickly dissolving your pleasure, made you climb out of his lap and kneel at his side, covering your chest.

"Uh oh." He raised his eyebrows. "What's going on?"

"You're sure it won't be too much?" You fretted, arms curling tighter around yourself. "I won't be too heavy?"

"Don't worry about me." He laid a hand on your thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "I think I'm definitely more excited for this than you are," he chuckled, gesturing to his hardening cock.

It was enough to make you giggle for a moment, but as soon as you were looking back at his handsome face, worrying about being on top of it, you couldn't budge.

"I can handle it just fine, angel," he continued to talk you down from your anxiety gently, though you could sense his patience was running thin with the way he groped your thigh. "Don't look so worried. Just relax and enjoy it. Can you do that for me?"

You sighed, too quiet for him to hear. "I'll do my best."

"As will I. I don't think you'll have an issue once we get into it." He smirked suggestively.

You still didn't move, brows crinkled and mouth pulled into a frown.

In his expectant stare, you could see the gears turning in his head. Kisuke thought back to the first few times you laid with him, how you were just as shy and reluctant. He'd gotten you out of your comfort zone before, and he could do it again. "Want me to get the lights?"

You nodded eagerly. A little darkness could definitely help. That way you wouldn't have to see clearly how vulgar your thighs looked around his head.

"You got it, pretty." He shot up and gave you a rushed kiss on the cheek before bouncing off of the bed, hitting the lights and plunging the room into darkness, nothing but the moonlight to guide the way.

You dropped your arms back to your sides, breathing a little easier as Kisuke got back into bed, resuming his position. There was a peacefulness, a safety that came with the darkness at a time like this. Your racing heart was slowing. You climbed back over him, straddling his lap, stealing some more kisses before it came time to place another pair of lips on his.

He was groaning impatiently, trying to keep his hips down from grinding up into yours. You lifted your head and started to crawl upwards, attempting to smoothly transition into the deed. You dared a glimpse down at Kisuke, who was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

"Ready?" You giggled at him.

"So fucking ready baby." He snaked his hands around your thighs.

You inhaled sharply, closing the distance and lowering yourself down.

You hadn't put your full weight down yet. His nuzzling into you from below, warm, wet tongue delving into your folds, was a shocking jolt to your system. You gasped and twitched, subconsciously lifting away slightly, running from his tongue.

"All the way down," he ordered from beneath you, his deep voice vibrating through your core.

"But-!"

His fingers dug into your thighs, a silent warning. He wasn't a punishing lover by any means, but he made it known that he didn't like to be disobeyed.

You worried for him, but orders were orders. You sank down, finally fully sitting on his face. He hummed contentedly below you, going back to making out with your soaking cunt.

Your nerves were quickly replaced by your pleasure, and sitting atop him now, it felt silly to ever be afraid of doing such a thing. This was Kisuke. Where you were now felt like where you were always meant to be with him. You had thought it unnatural, but with his tongue diving in and out of you, you felt closer to nature than ever, an animalistic desire springing to life from within.

He devoured you with that same wild energy, a predator sucking the life from its prey. Your whimpers and pants fueled him to suck your clit and tongue-fuck you hungrily. It was his personal heaven to have you on top, but still his little plaything, making a mess on his face, but still a mess yourself, losing control when you normally held onto such a thing with a vise grip. He liked to be able to take care of you in this way. It was everything he imagined and more.

Your own mind was blown, waves of pleasure racking through your body. Without meaning to, you caught yourself rolling your hips against his face, stopping and stilling out of decency. But Kisuke didn't want you to be decent. He was blindly fumbling for your hip, pulling on you to encourage you to keep riding his face, to use him to seek out your own pleasure. With his permission, you continued to hump his mouth, white-knuckling the headboard for support. He was humming and groaning against you, sending new waves scattering through your torso.

Your thighs were trembling around his head, upper body falling forward as you struggled to keep upright. The longer he relentlessly carried on, the more desperate you became, tugging on his blonde locks, dragging your slick against his lips with fervor. He never once let up, even as you drenched the entirety of his mouth, chin, his stubble, everywhere. If he was struggling, he didn't let it show in the slightest, taking it like a man.

Heat and pressure churned in your abdomen, making you sweat and taking the sense out of you. You had been reborn, an entirely different person from the one you were earlier. The shy girl had been replaced by one who was crying loudly and shamelessly, fucking her boyfriend's face with a longing to cum. It made Kisuke's own private area twitch, his tip swollen and leaky, imagining the feel of your sopping cunt around it. His hips were lifting on their own accord, flinching each time you sobbed out a moan. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time, feeling your pussy throb against his tongue, hearing you approaching your climax, but denying his cock the experience.

Your body shuddered and weakened with your orgasm, arms hanging like jelly against the headboard. So as not to suffocate him completely by falling over him, you dismounted from your position atop his head, unceremoniously collapsing at his side with a mess between your legs. His face was even worse, glistening with your essence as he gasped for air, but he was smiling stupidly, triumphantly, drunk off of your pussy.

"My cutie scaredy cat," he said huskily with labored breaths. "You did so good."

You melted at his praise, snuggling into him and whining shyly into his neck. "Felt so good, Kisuke," you mumbled. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. It wasn't too difficult for you?"

"Difficult? You kiddin' me?" He chuckled smugly. "That's my new happy place, so I hope you're not pretending that you enjoyed it. We'll be having a lot more of that now that you're acquainted with it."

"Oh, I think I'm more than acquainted." You laughed elatedly. "Maybe next time I'll let you leave the lights on."

"Good. Want to get a good view of my pretty lady and her pretty pussy." He winked.

The way he said it with such casualness, it made you want to give him that view right now. Your eyes drifted down to his dick, still somewhat hard and neglected.

"Have energy for round two?" You were surprised to hear yourself say. It was your pussy talking for sure. "I can turn the lights on and get back on top," you suggested. "But this time, I can give you some help with that." You nodded towards his length.

Kisuke easily picked up what you were putting down, eyes widening, he couldn't be more excited that he was going to have you sitting on his face twice in one night and once in the 69 position. He groaned and cursed under his breath. "You're killin' me. Of course I've got energy for round two. Just don't be surprised if I cum quick. He's been through a lot already." He gestured between his thighs.

"We can make it a fun little game." You grinned deviously. "Who can make the other cum first?"

"Oh, you're on, sweets. You'd better be careful what you wish for, though."

What would the bleach men think if you told them you wanted a collar on?

These men would smirk or chuckle, finding your request both entertaining and enticing. They’d probably (definitely) tease you about it, making playful remarks before giving in. Whether they saw it as a mark of ownership, or just something fun, they wouldn’t hesitate to go along with it—likely making a show of fastening it around your neck themselves followed by some remark, “perfect little pet, all dolled up for me. All mine.”

— Shunsui, Gin, Kisuke, Askin, Shinji, Bazz-B, Grimmjow

These men would take the request seriously, seeing it as an act of belonging—whether to them specifically or as a statement of devotion. They would personally acquire a collar designed just for you—their insignia on it—and fit your status in their eyes. They might not outright voice their possessiveness, but the way they handled the situation—adjusting the collar to sit just right, ensuring it suited your appearance—would make their feelings clear. “You were made to wear this. Perfect.”

— Byakuya, Jugram, Aizen, Ulquiorra, Yhwach

They’d be more reserved in their reaction, tilting their head in curiosity before ultimately nodding in approval. Their acceptance wouldn’t be rooted in possessiveness but rather in the idea that if it made you happy, they saw no harm in it. Some might ask for your reasoning out of simple curiosity, while others would quietly admire how it suited you. Starrk, in particular, would appreciate the casualty of the gesture rather than the meaning. “You look lovely, the colour suits you well. I hope you’re comfortable.”

— Jushiro, Kira, Hisagi, Starrk, Uryu, Toshiro (Adult), Ryuken

They wouldn’t put too much thought into the deeper meaning behind it. If you wanted a collar, fine—who were they to argue? Ichigo and Renji might turn a little red if the request implied something intimate, but they’d ultimately agree, especially if they saw how much you wanted it. “Can’t believe you actually want this? Can’t I just get you a necklace or somethin’?” Kenpachi, on the other hand, would grin and make some offhand remark about it looking good on you before moving on with his day.

— Ichigo, Renji, Kenpachi

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Shinji wearing a particular outfit 🎀

Thanks to @/hirakotwt for the idea 🫶

Bleach Men When You're Crying

I crumble completely when you cry~

Shinji Hirako:

Oh. Fuck.

Shinji tends not to be around crying people terribly often. The Vizard are a hardy bunch who accepted their unjust fates with an admirable amount of resilience and resolve. Generally Shinji is used to people who express themselves via anger over tears - Hiyori, Kensei, Ichigo, etc…

Thus, you crying may draw him up short. Whether you just have a suspicious wetness to your eyes or you're full-on sobbing, Shinji just stands there, a bit of a loss of what to do. Should he let you cry it out? Hug you? Offer to let you punch him until you feel better? Hide in the bathroom and blast jazz? The weepiest person he knows is Hinamori and even she doesn't cry in front of Shinji even if she has every reason to.

Eventually he gets over his discomfort and he tries to talk to you about it. "O-oi, c'mon, it ain't that bad…" His attempts to be comforting are clumsy but you still appreciate that he's trying. He's a pretty empathetic guy even if he doesn't look it with that deadpan expression he often has.

Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez:

What the fuck is this? Why are you making that annoying noise? Stop it, it's pathetic.

Look, I'm gonna level with you, Grimmjow is not going to immediately feel any kind of pity or empathy for you if you start crying. He's a Hollow, they're not wired that way. Where he comes from, the world is built on strength and showing weakness is an invitation to be killed. Initially, he'll be a little disgusted by your tears.

However, if you are important to him and you're upset, he will do something about it. If you're crying because someone else gave you a hard time, well, they can just kiss their ass goodbye. If it's because you're overwhelmed, he'll remove you from the situation. He prefers to have something to do over knowing what kind of words he's supposed to say to get you to stop. (He tried "Stop that" and "Knock it the fuck off", but unsurprisingly it made you cry harder.) He'll glare at you as you cry, but much like a cat who won't let you touch it but insists on staying in the same room as you, he won't leave your side. If you're crying because of him being…well, Grimmjow, he'll refuse to apologise, but you can tell he feels bad because he follows you everywhere at a distance. Eventually he gets sick of the heavy silences and just crushes you to his chest.

He does have a pronounced sadistic streak - again, typical for a Hollow - so yes, he is the kind of guy who finds crying in the bedroom hot. Not all the time because he chafes against boredom and routine, but let's say he's indulging in some predator x prey roleplay and you oblige him by letting him corner you and shedding some tears of terror as he corners you? It gets him off, he loves having prey cowering at his feet. Don't worry, though - you'll be rewarded by orgasms. Many of them. And he won't stop until you do.

Shuuhei Hisagi:

The biggest pushover, honestly.

Shuuhei already gives you everything you want, this man cooks and cleans for you, but tears? Tears?? He cannot cope. If it's because of a movie or sad song, he'll anxiously ask if you want him to turn it off. If you're frustrated, he'll offer you so much to get you to feel better. If it's because of someone else, he'll get angry on your behalf and offer to go confront them then and there.

If you're crying because of something he said/did, it depends on what the subject was. Hisagi is pretty whipped when it comes to someone he's dating but he is a responsible, capable person as well as being a goofball. If it's something he doesn't feel strongly about, he's likely to apologise to keep the peace, but other things he'll stand his ground more on - he doesn't want to just apologise if he doesn't think the situation warrants it. He won't be dismissive or rude about it but he'll suggest you both take time apart to cool off. In particular I can imagine getting upset with him for his continued adulation of Tousen even after all the shit he pulled, or Hisagi putting himself in danger.

Ultimately it's a pretty healthy relationship though and he doesn't want to be in an argument with you for long. He simply wants you to be happy and safe, so seeing you upset is deeply upsetting to him too, but with communication there's not much you can't solve together.

Kensei Muguruma:

Kensei is one of those stereotypical guys who will argue with you all damn day and actually lowkey enjoys it if you match his energy and shout back at him. He's of the opinion that confrontation is necessary and if we're being honest, he enjoys a good argument every now and then. It clears the air and means people aren't sitting in a list of grievances.

Crying, though? That pulls him up short. He won't admit it but there's something sort of adorable about how you look when you're either trying not to cry or crying. He can't explain what it is but it makes him feel extra protective of you, even if you're crying for a small reason or if it's because of something he said or he's just being difficult. If you're crying because of Kensei, he'll scoff and double down at first, insisting he is right, you are wrong, end of! But in truth he hates seeing you sad more than anything so once his temper has cooled off he'll be more willing to discuss things maturely. He isn't great at verbal apologies, but he will either give you a bone-crushing hug or he'll cook you your favourite dish by lieu of saying the words.

By the way, do NOT try to manipulate Kensei with tears. If he thinks you're faking crying just to get out of an argument or being scolded, he won't take it well. It can be tempting to sometimes use dirty tactics to get him to back down, Kensei is difficult to reason with him sometimes, he's a very stubborn dude, but just be open with how you feel and he'll listen. He may be gruff and short-tempered but Kensei's a good guy under his aggression.

Oh, and if you're crying because somebody else thought it was a good idea to give you trouble, he is punching them through a wall. Nobody gets to make his brat cry!

Jushiro Ukitake:

Ukitake is a sensitive old soul. His empathy and compassion is one of his key characteristics. He's not going to be pulled up short by tears or be uncomfortable or embarrassed. Many of Ukitake's subordinates have cried in front of him, usually because he's such a calming presence that people tend to feel their barriers coming down in his company. He likes to chat to his subordinates and allies over tea and sometimes they end up telling him about something that's been bothering them and the tears happen. It's a common joke in Thirteenth that having tea with Ukitake is more effective than a confessional.

Ukitake has a solution for seemingly everything. He's been around for a very long time and he's often had to reel in Kyoraku and be the sensible, reasonable one beside him or trying to talk down some of Yamamoto's more militant strategies with running Soul Society. He hasn't always been successful but he's very grounded and wise.

He can be a little wishy-washy and too nice for his own good. He's one of those people who tries to encourage you to be positive or not to let your grudges/anger/etc cloud you, which is sound advice but not necessarily the most wanted or practical for when you just want to vent or indulge in your unsavoury emotions. Sometimes you might cry either because Ukitake is so kind it can be frustrating seeing other people take advantage of it and you're upset on his behalf, or sometimes he can unintentionally make you feel bad for wanting to vent and don't want to rise above it right now.

Of course, he's horrified by the thought that his own goodness might make you feel bad in comparison to him. He'd list the qualities he admires in you and assure you he doesn't think less of you for having bad thoughts or dark feelings. They may be shinigami, but you're still human. He'll (predictably) offer you tea and invite you to sit beside him as you watch the koi pond together.

Ulquiorra Cifer:

Crying confuses him. Ironic considering that he already has those tear markings on his face, but when you first start crying he's all up in your business and touching your face like he's examining a scientific sample.

He thinks there's something attractive about the way you cry, the way your eyes shimmer and the way it collects in your eyelashes and the change in your face. Not so much if it's the "heavy gulping and snot" variety, but you get what I mean. The vulnerability, the "weakness" of it interests him, it's not something he's accustomed to witnessing and once Ulquiorra has seen something with his own eyes, the more he wants to know about it.

He demands an explanation for your tears and probes you about it. You may end up so distracted by his questions you stop on your own, or you may cry harder because he's overwhelming sometimes. Ulquiorra will touch your face, brushing at the curious wetness on your cheeks. Though he's intruiged by the sight of your tears, your distress becomes…bothersome. If you're crying because of him, Ulquiorra is stubborn and will be condescending and tell you that he is right and your irrational emotions just don't understand. Which is, you know, typical Ulquiorra but I don't blame you for wanting to punch him. He has a lot to learn about feelings.

Eventually he'll cup your face, stare deeply into your eyes with his unsettling green ones and command you to stop it. Though his tone is flat as always, his touch is oddly gentle for his standards. And whatever it is he said/did to upset you, you notice he doesn't do it again after that.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi:

Oh dear.

Mayuri is another one who simply isn't around crying people much - Nemu never utters a word of protest despite how horrible to her he can be, he suspects Akon does not have tearducts and in general his squad are good at rolling with the punches (or bombs). To see you crying is a bit of a curveball - you'd have to be made of stern stuff to put up with this man's bullshit on the regular, so he's rather intruiged by this new development. He's mocking and abrasive about it too, like, "Oh? Has your emotional imbalance completely eroded away any common sense in you?"

He'll "helpfully" suggest giving you an injection of some mood-boosting pills or offer you a sedative. The latter might be of some use if you're overwrought and need to sleep it off, but in general, Mayuri is focused on the practicalities of how he can solve sadness instead of giving you any emotional comfort. Which isn't unexpected, and he knows you know he isn't the kind of person who is going to let you cry on him. If you're crying because of something he said/did specifically, he gets sooo defensive and insists you're overreacting and then flounces off in a sulk. The more petulant his response, the more upset he actually is. The next day, he'll give you some tsundere compliment about how your latest work "wasn't lacklustre", which is close to an "I'm sorry" as you're ever getting.

What he does do besides mockery and drugs is dissect your problems as easily as he would a specimen on his lab table. If you say you're crying because of an unpleasant encounter, he'll ask why you're giving even a single thought to someone with the intellect of a passing moth. If you're sad because of doubt or uncertainty, he'll reason it away with ease. Funnily enough, by the end of the conversation, he's verbally shrunk your problems down so small you wonder why they ever bothered you at all.

Kenpachi Zaraki:

Another one who is baffled by crying. Kenpachi is surrounded by hard-headed, burly men obsessed with fighting all day and a little girl who didn't even cry as a baby. I think if anyone in Eleventh Division cried in public they'd probably be thrown out. But there are exceptions to rules, and you're one of them.

Like Grimmjow, Kenpachi is all about action and wanting to solve whatever caused the crying. Somebody gave you shit? They will no longer have a spine. You're overwhelmed/stressed? He'll make you take a nap and probably take one himself while he's at it. If you're watching a sad movie or something, he's a little confused about why you're watching if you're getting sad, but when you explain you need to feel your feelings and there's nothing wrong with crying, he'll let you get on with it.

If you're crying because of him, specifically, he'll roll his eye at you and tell you to stop being so melodramatic and get the fuck over it. Kenpachi isn't particularly prone to introspection and he usually does whatever he wants - only a very small amount of people can make him do anything he doesn't want to, so he isn't often made to be accountable for his actions. However, when it becomes clear that he's hurt you, he stops being so dismissive about the matter. He may like to fight but making you cry isn't something he enjoys, unless it's you crying over how big his dick is when you fuck.

He's not good at this touchy-feely bullshit, but he hates that sad look on your face. He'll offer to let you cut him, or suggest you give him a good punching until you're satisfied, which is the honourable tihng to do by Eleventh Division standards. If you ask for some physical affection, he won't decline. It's actually quite soothing being crushed in his muscular arms. He's another one who struggles with "I'm sorry", but you can feel it in what he does.

Izuru Kira:

Kira's no stranger to feelings of sadness. With all the shit he goes through, he becomes a melancholy man, embodying the Third Division's insignia, Despair, and the horrors of war. He isn't phased by other people's sadness either, even though usually his friends are the ones trying to cheer him up.

He knows it's important to get your feelings out and he'll sit with you, bringing you tea and letting you vent. He's not overly touchy-feely but if you want him to hug you or whatever, he'll oblige.

If it's due to an argument or something, Kira is inclined to brood and mull things over, probably hurting even more over hurting you. He doesn't want to be that person. He can be quite blunt and lash out sometimes, but Kira's a very loyal person and he knows how much it sucks to be hurt by someone you trust.

He'll get a little clingy himself and mutter an "I'm sorry" into your shoulder. Though he's not violent by nature, if somebody else was upsetting you, he'll be sure to have stern words with them.

Gin Ichimaru:

This bastard man probably makes you want to cry out of frustration very regularly. He's a tricksy, sneaky snake with a caustic tongue and razor sharp wit. Gin knows your weakspots and it's probable that unlike some examples, you crying was very much his fault because during his customary playful needling of you, he hit a sore spot and you lost it. Gin knows exactly how to get into people's heads.

Even if he intentionally said something hurtful, though, Gin isn't as cold or psychotic as he likes people to believe he is. When someone he loves gets hurt, he will go to any lengths to enact vengeance. He purposefully pushes people away from him because he knows being around him gets them hurt. However, even if he was poking at you and hit you with something hurtful, he was expecting you to bounce back with insults of your own. It's an odd brand of tough love, but this time he's fucked up and he knows it. He smile fades on his face.

Of course, he just can't let you know how much he cares. So he'll say something in his customary facetious way, like, "Aw, waterworks now, hmm?" and then he'll cup your face and tilt you head up. "Now, now, don't cry. Honestly." And then the bastard fucking licks the tears off your face and kisses you. Like, a deep, passionate kiss. You nearly collapse because he doesn't let you up for air.

If it's over a movie or something, he'll tease you about being a "sensitive soul", but he won't coddle you over crying over something benign like a song or something. He thinks it's quite cute how easily moved you are, actually. I don't think I need to explain what happens if someone else made you cry. You saw what happened when Aizen made Rangiku cry - basically, he will annihilate that person. They will wish they had never even looked at you.

me watching anime with my coworker on our lunch breaks pretending that i am completely normal about it

u ever watching with someone who doesn’t know u thirst for anime characters so u have to sit there and play it cool

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early 2000s rap/hip hop/r&b reminds me of Shinji 😭 (don't ask why i have no good reason). i'm sorry if i missed ur pookie i tried to fit in as many of our men as possible 🫶🏼

TW: SMUUUT 🗣️, Grimmy gets pretty rough, a little bit of degradation, breeding, the works :D

Grimmjow couldn't stand you.

You were a brat if there ever was one and far too comfortable speaking to him with disrespect on a daily basis. He couldn't stand you, but every time you spoke to him brazenly, mocked him, taunted him, and infuriated him, it made him want to stuff that big mouth of yours with his cock. He couldn't stand you, but if and when he got the chance, he was going to show you what he did to brats like you. He didn't need to like you to fuck you good and hard like you deserved.

He was already annoyed enough today, and there you were, as usual, saying something to piss him off even more. "Hey, quick question, do you ever stop talking?"

His eyes widened, anger flaring like scorching blue flames. You enjoyed just how easy it was to get under his skin. He was so simple, fists clenching at his sides before one of them slammed on the table in front of you. "What did you just say?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I guess that means no," you sighed, suppressing an amused grin.

The truth was, you liked riling him up and did so intentionally. You liked watching the veins swell in his hands, arms and forehead because it was hot. He was hot. Watching him get mad had you fantasizing about just how roughly he'd manhandle you, how he'd meanly bully his cock into your tight cunt, how he'd have you crying and gagging on it. You weren't going to stop pushing his buttons until he was undoing yours.

"You're lucky I don't hit girls," he growled, his hands twitching, clenching and unclenching as if he was currently resisting the urge.

"That's too bad," you said, smirking lazily.

*

*

*

Later, he proved to be a liar. He was hitting you, his hand coming down hard over and over again to smack your ass as he drilled into you from behind. He still didn't know how to stop talking, though you didn't mind it much now, clenching around him while he yanked you up by your hair to spew filth directly into your ear.

"Not so cocky now, are you? Huh?" He panted, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "Where's that smirk, little girl? Your snide comments? Haven't you got anything to say?"

You couldn't reply, not with how cruelly he was pounding into you, his tip striking hard and deep, as furious as he was. All you could do was moan and whine dumbly. You may have bested him with your words earlier, but in the bedroom, he'd definitely won, just the way you wanted him to.

"That's what I thought," he laughed when you didn't respond. "Can't handle my fat cock and talk back to me at the same time. You're too busy making a mess of my sheets and whining like a bitch."

He threw you back into the mattress, pinning you down with his weight as his hips snapped against your ass. He thought he was teaching you a lesson, but it was your personal heaven, getting caged in by his big biceps and having your pussy ruined by his throbbing length. You could hardly breathe, suffocating under his weight, head under water with nothing but the sound of his grunts and growls right into your ear. You thought it'd be a pleasant way to die.

Then he suddenly left you, and before you had the chance to mourn the loss of his heat and fullness in between your legs, he was manhandling you onto your back, folding you into a mating press and fucking back into you, smirking maliciously at your dumbfounded expression.

"I want to see what you look like when you cum all over my cock," he snarled in explanation before wrapping his hand around your neck to hold you in place. "Maybe I'll fill you up. You want that, slut?"

"Yes!" You choked out, eyes rolling back as he stretched your legs to their max, going impossibly deeper inside you than he had been. Each thrust felt like a shock to your system, a terrifying yet exciting loss of control of your body.

He was shamelessly staring at himself thrusting in and out of you, at your tits bouncing, and at the tears leaking out of your eyes. It made him go feral, the sight of your defeat. He knew you were all talk, so outspoken yet so easy to break. It was music to his ears how pathetic you sounded. Now he just needed you squirting all over him before he unleashed his load into you. Only then would it truly be his victory.

He knew by the high-pitched squeals and whines you were making that you were close, and so he stayed focused and didn't hold back, maintaining his brutal pace until your legs were trembling, glassy eyes squeezing shut and loud mouth crying out as if you were being tortured. He lowered himself against you, fucking you through your orgasm as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him to his word that he would fill you up. Moments later, he did, biting your neck and groaning into it as he twitched inside of you, shooting thick, white ropes of his seed into your walls. He pulled out to watch it leak out of you, mesmerized by how cute your bratty pussy was with his juices oozing out.

He collapsed at your side. He'd finally bested you, finally taught you a lesson, and you'd finally learned just how good of a fuck he was. You stressed him out, but he had finally taken that stress out on you. For the first time in a while, he felt at ease, one could even say peaceful. Your body and your energy was a much needed break for his nervous system, and he was starting to discover a newfound appreciation for you as you quietly came down from your high beside him.

He watched you carefully as you rose from his bed, excusing yourself to clean up the mess between your legs. He chuckled to himself as he watched you limp away, like a fawn attempting to walk for the first time. He supposed you were actually pretty cute.

No. It made him start to worry when you were taking a long time in his bathroom, wondering if you'd come back and get dressed to go. It wasn't like it was often he got to just lay there, skin to skin with another person. No one touched him unless it was in battle or in a sexual way, and now he found himself yearning for your body against his again, in a more gentle way this time.

He pretended to look unbothered when you finally came back, pretended that he wasn't elated when you took your place back in his bed, curling up next to him.

You decided to be nice to him just this once. "That was amazing," you complimented, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his mouth that made him freeze. "Thank you."

He felt irritated again, though he couldn't figure out why. "Are you fucking with me?" He glared at you.

"No," you responded calmly. "If I was lying, I wouldn't be on the verge of passing out right now," you giggled tiredly. "I came so hard I'm exhausted."

You yawned, and it gave Grimmjow a funny feeling in his chest. He yanked the blankets up over your naked form. "Get some sleep then." You could tell he found it difficult to be affectionate. It was kind of cute in its own weird way.

You draped an arm over his chest anyway, pushing him out of his comfort zone. "You gonna sleep with me?"

"Doesn't seem like you're giving me much of a choice," he grumbled.

You pressed sleepy kisses into his jaw, smiling against him as you felt his body soften beneath you. "No, I'm not. I like to cuddle after."

"Damn brat." He aggressively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him and holding your hip. "You better not snore."

You gasped, a wide, almost painful smile spreading on your lips over the fact that this grumpy arrancar was seriously snuggling you. "Me? A lady? Never!"

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you snore once and I'm tossing you off the side of the bed." You doubted the hand currently caressing your torso would be used to throw you off the bed.

"You're such a gentleman."

"I am, letting you stink up my bed like this." He grinned, adjusting his body so that you could press into him more comfortably.

"Stop being mean to me, I'm soft!" You pouted playfully.

"You? Don't make me laugh." He murmured against your head.

You smiled contentedly, letting your eyes rest, finally having him where you wanted him. "Okay, I'm going to bed now, so kiss my forehead and tell me goodnight."

"You're a real piece of work," he groaned, as if he wasn't dying for an excuse to press his lips to you.

He did exactly that, bringing his mouth to your temple more gently than you ever could imagine him doing and pulling you impossibly closer before saying, "goodnight, princess."

"Goodnight, my prince."

He would've cringed, had anyone else said it, but hearing you call him your prince, he swore he could feel his heart growing. He didn't know he even had one before you. He was glad you were starting to doze off, glad that you didn't witness his cheeks flushing with admiration.

Grimmjow still couldn't stand you, only now because it was gonna be a real pain in the ass dealing with these feelings he had for you.

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

These two are awfully similar...

...and they're both linked to Gorillaz

...that's all

HIII! I have such a request!! What about Aizen and f!reader are watching porn together?? What would Aizen do? I’m really interested about this idea!

Short imagines.

Scenario: Watching porn together

Aizen x reader; Grimmjow x reader;

Mayuri x reader; Shinji x reader.

a/n: I hope you don’t mind but I added a few characters with this prompt. Thanks for the request!

Warning: nsfw smut. Humour. Not proofread. My computer busted so no pretty graphics.

Aizen x Reader

It’s just a peek. 

He passes you a steely-eyed warning, expression laced with ‘how dare you suggest such a thing’. 

It has been quite some time since you got intimate with your man. Ever since your arrival at Hueco Mundo, he had been very busy with the progression of his plans. A few times you did end up naked in his chamber, but he was unable to get it up. He would never admit it but the stress was finally burrowing through that thick armour and infesting his soul. And his cock.

“Oh come on! I found just the thing for you, Sosuke”, you begged while crawling up from behind him and wrapping your arms around his chest. As you sit on the bed, your soft naked body pushes up against his firm uptight back. 

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and frustrated that his own body had betrayed him yet again. He tried so hard to block out all distractions but the ‘could have’ ‘would have’ ‘should have’ narratives were plaguing his thoughts. He felt your supple breasts flatten against his stiff back but still not a stir in his loin. 

You are holding a phone in your hand, ready to hit the play button. You show him your screen, an obscene scene slowly unfolds before him, for which he was not prepared. His brown eyes take in the details, from visual to audio, from the positions they transition between to the background that has set the stage. He quietly watches the video, your warm breath a sharp reminder that this could be a test. Should he indulge and react? Should he push your arm aside and call it a day? He was constantly on guard and thinking three steps ahead. 

He had never tried some of the displayed positions. If anything, he could use it as educational material, he convinces himself. 

You try to peek down between his legs, looking for a reaction, but there is none. Your other hand rests on his head, fingers gently gliding through strands of his smooth brown hair. “Relax your mind. Stop overthinking,” you whisper softly.

He let out a chuckle, and the moans and groans from the video were lost as background noise. He passes you a side glance and lowers your hand that holds the phone. “If you want me to relax, play some relaxing music next time. I have no need for cheap pornography”.

“Well I thought it might help a little. Maybe you are just sick of doing the same stuff in bed. This was just to add some spice”, you confess a heartfelt confession. You have been feeling useless and worthless lately. 

He cups his chin in deep thought while looking down at the video. “I do admit, that particular position is tempting. But I rather live through the experience”.

You lean forward, your chin resting on his shoulder. “That’s not really a position. He is just deep throating the brains out of her”, you explain. 

And you noticed his dick twitch. Was he seriously thinking about deep throating you? It wasn’t exactly his style of seeking pleasure. Probably too barbaric for his taste. 

“You sure you don’t want to see more of the video?”, you try to convince him.

“That won’t be necessary. It is obvious the woman will be fed well”, he replies slyly while turning off the phone and tossing it to the side. He pulls away from you and stands up. His dick was slowly coming to life from the anticipation and the head of his cock aimed directly at your sealed lips. With his fingers tangled into your locks, he directs your head towards his bouncing erection.

“So my dear, would you like to be fed well?”

Grimmjow x Reader

You got Grimmjow a phone several full moons ago. But he never once used it.

So you were surprised to find him perched up on a high branch with the phone in hand. Whatever he was looking at, he was quite absorbed in it because he did not notice your approaching presence. He always notices your approaching presence.

“Hey”, you suddenly shout out after observing him for a few minutes.

Not sure why, but it startled him. He let out a yelp, his body sprang into defense mode and the phone slipped out of his hand and fell down towards the ground. You reflexively extend out your hands to catch it. But the moment the phone touches your palm, you feel a sharp nail scratch your skin and a ball of blue flash past you. 

Grimmjow was now standing a few feet away from you, clutching the phone tightly in his fist.

“WOW. Chill! Someone might think you were looking at porn or something”, you chuckle and take a small step towards him. 

His reaction gave him in. It was like a teenager just got caught doing something very naughty. He was tensing up and his grip around the phone tightened. He will destroy all evidence if need be. He will crush the phone. 

“Wait …were you? No!”, you pass him a judgemental glance.

“It was a mistake! Damn Ichigo sent me a link and I clicked on it and one thing led to another and fuck babe! I didn’t know your kind was this progressive”. He tries to defend himself. And you 100% believe him. One thing was undeniable—Grimmjow never lied. No matter how tight of a situation he was in, he just said it as it is. No bullshit attached. And you appreciate his honesty.

“Babe, you can’t start opening random links people send you. It can be a virus and destroy your phone”, you explain and went to grab for the phone that he so protectively guarded. “Hand it over. I ain’t mad”.

Grimmjow studies you for a second and once he is certain you were not upset, he hands you the phone. 

You glance at the screen and hit play. Basic porn hub video plays out. You just shrug your shoulders and hand him the phone back. But not before cupping his crotch to check for an erection. He barely had any. 

“Ichigo has no taste. You wanna see some real sexy stuff?”, you ask with a grin on your playful face.

He looks at you surprised while you pull out a phone from your back pocket.  “Wait? You testing me or something?” He asks suspiciously.

“Relax and watch. This is hardcore stuff so just be prepared”, you warned. 

The warning was unnecessary. Grimmjow was a doer and by no means a passive observer. A few minutes into the video and he already buried his hard cock deep into your wet pussy. He took you from behind, just the way he liked it while you held onto the phone and the video continued to play for his viewing pleasure. 

“Tch….you call that hardcore? Babe, I’m gonna show you hardcore. Gonna pound some cum into you”, he grinned as you convulsed around his cock, completely in sync with the video. 

Mayuri x Reader

You are his trouble maker. He can already detect a sharp headache coming on as soon as you send him a private message on his phone. It’s not worth investing his energy in. So he just leaves it unseen and continues on with his day.

You have made several attempts to get him to just even pass you a glance. You sit on the other side of the room, everyone hard at work running around solving problems and what not. And here you are taking up space in his lab and up to no good. 

You continued on with your shenanigans all day, trying to get him to click on the damn link. He was growing tired from your pranks and he eventually took that link and forwarded it to a group chat. 

Suddenly everyone’s phones and computers erupted with lewd sounds. Screens played out pornography of the highest grade. Details so rich you won’t be surprised erections were erected at that exact moment. 

You? You just sank in your chair and pretended to not exist. Your face is flushed and buried behind your palms that shield you from a sea of gazes. The rest of the day dragged on and you avoided everyone. Eventually it was just you and him left for the day. 

“Why the hell you do that!!!” You yell from across the room. 

“I assumed if it was that important I should share it with the lab”, he replied unapologetically. “I thought it was some crucial data you were so eager to share”.

“You could have at least taken a peek before distributing it to everyone I see every day!”, you huff. 

“I do have to admit, you have refined taste”, he commented while pulling up the video again.

“Really!” Your anger dissolved and you perked right up.

“I assume you want to experiment with ropes? I do have to warn you, I tie a good knot and once you are in it, there is no escape”. He passes you a stoic glance. But you could read his expression behind all that face paint. He was elated.

If you couldn’t get any more annoying, you prove him wrong. You push off the floor, sending your rolling chair gliding smoothly across the polished lab floor. Luckily, as you got closer to him, the chair had lost most of its momentum and you just gently jolted his body with a soft collision.

You watch the scene unfold before you. Ropes thick as your forearm held the woman in contortion and she dangled so beautifully from the ceiling. She was being stimulated by various ‘toys’ but that part didn’t really excite you.

“So….do we even have ropes?”, you ask.

He just passes you a glance. You know the one where he says ‘what a stupid question’ with just his gaze.

Of course he had a ball of ropes in the supply closet. As to why they have ropes in the supply closet, you don’t even want to know. 

Shinji x Reader

You are on your period. And he is horny.

“Tough luck. Just wait another day”. You are heartless. And it doesn’t help when you blatantly flaunt your assets and tease him by wearing low cut and figure-hugging clothes.  

You dropped by his office to have some lunch. Usually he skips lunch and goes straight for dessert. But today, he couldn’t have his favourite dessert. So he sat you on his lap with a laptop in hand and he opened a saved video that was tucked away in a hidden folder. 

Your eyes shot wide and your enlarged pupils quickly sought shelter behind the palm of your trembling hands. Your heart is beating fast, the moans and groans getting louder with each passing second. 

You have never seen porn before. Now that Soul Society was equipped with modern day technology, distribution of pornography had become an issue. An epidemic. Productivity had dropped. So Squad 12 worked on installing a software that prevented downloading and streaming of banned websites. But living in the World of the Living for roughly a century, Shinji had become an expert in by-passing all measures and his work computer was filled with questionable things. Porn was just one of those questionable things.

“Please shut it down!”, you beg, your voice croaked. You are curious and want to take a small peek, but you also know he will tease you for even showing the slightest of interest. So you just wait until he is the one who lowers your arms and uncovers your eyes. 

“Now don’t ya be shy. I sneaked this in just fer ya”, he whispers into your ears from behind. 

You watch the man in the video slap the woman’s ass while pounding her raw from behind. You watch his big hands leave her soft ass red with raised handprints. Than you watch the muscular man force her to choke on his long thick dick, her nose literally inhaling his silver pubes. 

You uncomfortably squirm in Shinji’s lap, trying to fight off the arousal that was slowly brewing. 

His one hand wraps around your hip and the other teasingly smacks your ass. “Come on doll. Grind on ye’r man”, he hummed into your sensitive ears. 

The video continues to play in the background and you slowly but shyly grind against his pelvis, his clothed erection becoming your source of tease. Eventually you become lost in the feeling of it all. The video just plays in the background while you mindlessly dance on his lap. 

He was just about to cream his pants but you suddenly stopped. Amongst the hazy brain fog, a familiar voice echoed and pulled you out of your blissful trance. You let out a scream and pulled away from his lap, your face now buried into the computer screen. 

The man in the video was familiar. You recognized his voice as he asked the woman to beg for his cum. 

You are trembling, the euphoric high popped like a water balloon, leaving you wet and unsatisfied but also confused. And the man in question came into view.

“Oh shit!!! That’s... that’s …. No way! Captain Muguruma!!!” 

“Keep it down doll. He thinks I deleted all copies. If word gets out, well, let’s say I’ll lose more than my head”, he explained while readjusting his erection with his hand, worried for its future.

“When? Why? I can’t unsee this! Why would you show me this!” You were flustered. You will never be able to approach Captain Muguruma with a straight face. Damn his dick was huge!

“How else do ya think we survived? Pickin’ up trash and deliverin’ newspaper? Nah”. He looks at you, worried about your response. 

You look at him with a perplexed look. No way. Just no way! You need further clarification. You hit pause on the video and turn around to face him head on. 

“We? As in….” You try not to choke on your words. 

“Yes doll. I hate ta admit it. But that was many years ago.” He can tell from your stiff posture that you were carefully processing all this new information. And he was determined not to let it strain the relationship. “‘M sorry. Didn’t wanna keep secrets now we enga-”.

“How many?” You cut him off firmly.

“How many, what?”

“How many videos did you make?” You ask while concentrating all your stress into a tight fist, leaving crescents on the inner flesh of your palm.

“Me? Just one. It was all it took to pay off our loan.”

“Loan?” You narrow your eyes and give him a ‘don’t you dare lie to me’ warning look. 

“Ya all think Kisuke just handed over gigais from the goodness of his heart? He ain’t any charity. A sleazy businessman he is who also had us pay interest”. 

There is a moment of silence. A few minutes felt like eternity to Shinji. He had to eventually bring this up in case his video ended up circulating the Soul Society interweb. 

“Babe. ‘m really sorry. I just wanna be open. No secrets from this point on. Ya gonna be my wife soon”. He extends his hand out to caress your cheek. The fact that you didn’t retreat from his soft apologetic touch was a good sign.

He holds you close to his chest, you can hear his heart racing uncontrollably. Of course he wore a relaxed expression, but on the inside, this was consuming him.

“Show me”, you ask while looking up at him. 

“Ya sure! It’s not exactly…. decent. It’s controversial and very inappropriate”, he warns you. 

“I don’t care. This entire thing is controversial and inappropriate. Show me! You brought me this far”. 

“Promise ya won’t be upset?”

“I promise”, you pat the side of his face to give him some solace.

He did show you the questionable video. What he didn’t warn you about was that it was a threesome alongside Kensei. 

“Babe! Hold on!!! Where ya goin’? But ya promised!!!!”

BLEACH MEN SUPREMACY

Which bleach guys would be ecstatic to find out that the reader is a squirter?

A/N: This is such a messy question, and I love it :) In no specific order, except for Kyoraku, because he’s a man of culture and we love him for it.

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — is a fucking connoisseur of pleasure. He loves a wet, messy, soaking pussy, and the second he realises you squirt? Oh, he’s gone. He’ll tease you for it, all lazy smirks and low, deep murmurs about how “you’re drenching the sheets already, sweetheart,” but his mouth never stops moving. His tongue is everywhere—lapping, sucking, teasing that sensitive clit just to feel you gush all over his face. And once you do? He’s humming like it’s his favourite drink, fingers stroking inside to keep it coming. Then he’s pushing his thick cock inside, groaning at how slippery you are, grinding in slow and deep so you can feel every inch stretch you open.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 — he’s not as innocent as you think—yeah sure, he can be. But the moment he feels that first hot gush coat his fingers? Oh, you’ve awakened something dangerous in him. He’d drown in it, licking up every drop, fingers deep inside and pressing just right to keep you cumming over and over. He loves the way you shake, the way your thighs clamp around his head, how your moans get desperate when he doesn’t stop. And when he finally replaces his tongue with his cock? He’s slow, and deep, loving the way you squeeze and leak all over him, soaking his balls every time he thrusts.

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — this man? Obsessed. He’s the type to trigger it on purpose, learning exactly what makes you gush so he can abuse it. You’re not squirting enough? That just means he hasn’t worked you up enough. His mouth is all over your clit, tongue flicking, lips sucking, fingers pressing deep to feel your walls flutter—and when you finally break, he’s groaning against your pussy, lapping up every drop like a man starved. And once his cock is in you? He’s pounding you through every gush, watching in awe as your juices drip down his abs, the bed ruined beneath you. And he loves it.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 — oh, he lives for this shit. He’s feral about it. The first time you squirt on him, he’s hooked. He wants to see it, wants to feel you soak his tongue, his fingers, his cock. His tongue is rough, everywhere, teasing, devouring until you can’t even think. And when he fucks you? It’s desperate, fast, his balls slapping against you as he watches you gush all over his thick cock, grinning through his panting moans.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — may look composed, but the moment he realises you can squirt? His control shatters. He’s the type to hold you down while his tongue works you raw, forcing you to cum over and over, making you beg him to stop—but he won’t. He needs to see it again, feel it again, watch your thighs tremble and your voice break as you soak his face. And when he finally fucks you? Oh, he’s relentless. Deep, slow thrusts that force you to gush again, his mouth catching your screams before he groans, “Again.”

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 — ugghh this man? He loves a mess. The moment you squirt, he’s laughing in delight, tongue dipping in to taste, fingers pushing to feel every contraction. He’ll tease you for it, calling you his “adorable little fountain,” (thank you Kisuke) but his cock is aching to be inside, to feel you squirt all over him as he fucks you into oblivion. And when he does? He’s fucking fascinated, watching every shudder, every shake, loving the way your juices drip down his shaft as he pounds into you, chasing another squirt, another orgasm, just because he can.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 — loves getting soaked. That smirk of his? Pure arrogance because he knows exactly how to make you gush all over his tongue and cock. Would take his sweet time, loving the way your thighs shake. He’d keep going, barely giving you time to recover before plunging his tongue or cock right back in, determined to make you flood the sheets.

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — no hesitation, no restraint. He loves the mess, whether it’s squirting or creaming—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.

𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 — the moment you squirt, he groans like it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever fucking seen. He loves how messy you get, how helpless you are under his tongue. And he doesn’t stop—doesn’t want to stop—his fingers pressing into you, tongue swirling around your clit as he pushes you through another orgasm, and another. When he finally fucks you? He’s panting against your lips, feeling your juices drip down his thighs, your pussy sucking him in so fucking tight, and he’s losing his mind.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — he loves a squirting pussy because it’s fascinating to him. He’d tease you for it, that lazy smirk in place, but the moment it actually happens? He’s groaning, obsessed with the way it spills over his lips. He’s addicted now, watching you shake every time he dips his tongue back in, grinning when you squirm because he knows you’re too sensitive but he wants to push you further. And when he fucks you? It’s slow, deep, and drawn out, making sure he wrings every last drop from you before he spills deep inside.

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 — owns your squirting pussy the moment he discovers it. The first time you soak his fingers, he’s intrigued. The second time? He’s determined to break you. His tongue is ruthless, exploring every inch of you until he’s learned exactly what makes you gush, and then he abuses it. He won’t let you stop, won’t let you breathe, forcing you through orgasm after orgasm because he enjoys watching you lose control. And when he finally fucks you? He’s slow, deliberate, commanding you to drench his cock before he fills you up.

Hello lovely!

I got a silly ask, but do you think Shinji can be romantic?

Btw: I am enjoying all of your work so much. I literally am starting to fall for characters I didn't expect to fall for. Curse you, you amazing beautiful person/writer!

A/N: Whenever someone tells me that it’s my fault for making them like a character they weren’t into from the start, I do a little laugh like a villain. That was the plan from the start 😏. I have succeeded, hehe. Now, onto your question:

Do I think Shinji is romantic?

Why absolutely yes. Just not in the manner the ideal envisionment of romanticism is portrayed. This is Shinji we’re talking about. He’s gonna add his ✨️extra spice✨️ to whatever it is he’s planning. If he were to be romantic, it would likely be in a lighthearted, mischievous way—flirting with an easy confidence, throwing in cheeky remarks, and making his partner laugh. He’s not the kind to be overly sappy, but he’d show affection through actions rather than grand words—cheeky and casual touches, making sure his partner is safe, and being there when it truly counts.

That being said, if he ever did get serious about someone, his rare, unguarded moments of tenderness would hit hard, making it clear that, behind all the jokes, he genuinely cares.

One of my million WIPs. You can thank @villainsrtasty for this one🤭 I’ve literally read the fic with this line 50 times by now 🥵

I’m crashing out over him i fear :(

aizen and his hopeless captain

I'm barking and howling fr

ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂ੈ✩‧₊˚ New Year's Temptation ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂ੈ✩‧₊˚

Shinji Hirako x reader

CW: MDNI, nsfw, smut, glove kink, fingering, edging, oral fingering, established relationship, fem! reader (shinji calls reader a good girl)

WC: 1,222

Notes: I kept seeing fan art of his New Year's outfit in Bleach Soul Puzzle and it has reignited the glove kink in me. So, of course, I had to write something even though we're half way through January now. If you've yet to see any of the fanart, I implore you to check them out! I'm not going to repost art, but here are a couple links to the fanart I had in mind while writing -> 1 and 2

You hadn’t expected your New Year’s to turn out like this. You were supposed to be enjoying all of the festivities that the Seireitei had to offer, spending quality time with Shinji and your friends. But here you are, a quivering and whimpering mess, all because of some gloves.

Those damn gloves.

You had finished getting ready to go out first, smoothing down the cloth on the long sleeves of your elegant furisode as you waited for Shinji to finish. When he had stepped out dressed in a colorful haori hakama set while pulling on some black silk gloves, you had paused, entranced with the way his lithe fingers flexed and stretched with the movement. When he caught you staring—because of course he had, ever perceptive as always—his face immediately split into a cocky grin. You knew that the second he gave you that look, you wouldn’t be going out anymore, you’re fate sealed.

He had sauntered over to you, whispering sweet nothings in a seductive voice, kissing you fervently and tempting you until eventually, he had his hands all over you, running up and down your body and touching your most sensitive parts to have you soaking wet for him.

You jolt, brought back to the present as one of his hands, still gloved, pumps into you and presses against a particular spot that has you trembling. You clutch onto the light green cloth of his haori to steady yourself as his other hand slides up your abdomen toward your chest, the smooth silk of the glove tickling your skin. He had pulled your obi free and opened your kimono, laying you bare to the cool air of your shared living space.

Shinji’s fingers brush against the spot again, a small yelp leaving your lips as you squeeze tight around him. He grins widely at your reaction as he keeps his pace, stretching your dripping pussy with his gloved fingers. You're tingling all over as he continues to prod at your g-spot, feeling your orgasm coming. All you need is a little more pressure, so you jerk your hips into him, hoping that he’ll understand what you want; you don’t want to give him the smug satisfaction of hearing you beg for it because you know you’ll never hear the end of it if you do.

His thumb grazes against your clit making you gasp from the pleasurable sensation as you reach closer to your high but instead of repeating the motion, Shinji simply pulls his hand away from you. Your eyebrows draw together as you bite your lip in frustration, your building release fading away from you.

“Hm? What’s that look for?” He’s smirking deviously. “Isn’t this what ya wanted?” He tugs on his gloves, making sure they’re snug before examining the slick damp spots on the hand that had just been knuckle-deep inside of you. It’s like he’s putting on a show for you, exaggerating the way he turns his slender hands this way and that to get a good look at the mess you had made of them.

His brown eyes level with yours, a playful glimmer in them as he smirks at the enthralled expression on your face; your eyes are half-lidded and dazed, lips parted as you pant slightly. “Am I wrong? Is this not what ya wanted?” You watch as he leans slightly further back from you, tilting his head in a questioning manner, his short silky hair falling with the movement as he teases you. Shinji cups the side of your face, running his thumb delicately over your bottom lip which was more plump than usual from all of the heated kissing you had done earlier. “Show me what ya want.” He whispers, voice dropping to take on an even more seductive tone.

Still immensely frustrated at the loss of pleasure and from his teasing antics, you decide to just listen to him, knowing that if you don’t he’ll edge you even more and you’re too worked up to want that at the moment. You had been so close to your release that you would do anything to get the feeling back.

You reach for his wrist and guide his hand back down to your slick folds, pushing your hips against him and urging him to continue. A pleased expression crosses his face, his sly smirk stretching wider. “Good girl.” You’re still so wet from his previous touch that his clothed fingers slide back into you easily. A combination of a delighted sigh and moan slips past your lips and he uses the opportunity to slide the thumb that had been prodding against your lip into your mouth.

Turned on, you wrap your lips around the digit, sucking as he presses gently against your tongue. He sucks in a sharp breath of air, eyes clouding over in a dazed lust as he lazily pumps his other hand in and out of you. “How naughty of ya…” his voice is shaky as his usual cunning demeanor starts to falter. He slides his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with his middle and forefinger and you repeat the same motion. The wet heat of your mouth soaks into the cloth on his fingers as you continue running your tongue along them, sucking. 

It seems like he’s had enough of the gloves, at least on one of his hands, as he pulls it away from your core quickly. He uses his teeth to pull off the now completely soaked piece of clothing off of his hand before promptly sliding his fingers back into you. He groans in a low voice, now able to feel your slick walls as they squeeze around him while his fingers fuck into you. Your arousal builds as he nudges against that one spot much like he did earlier when he was teasing you only now he doesn’t relent, repeatedly pushing against it.

The palm of his hand presses onto your clit firmly, grinding against it in time with his thrusting digits. With the added friction it only takes a few more strokes to push you over the edge. You cum, moaning around his fingers in your mouth and clenching tightly around his hand as he slowly pumps into you to draw out your release.

When he pulls away after a minute he examines his hand again, admiring your slick arousal that cotes his thin fingers before smirking at you mischievously. “Didn’t know ya had a glove kink, darlin’! Remind me to wear them more often!”

Your face heats up, embarrassed by the fact that he clocked your kink before you even had the chance to realize you had it. “No, I don’t!” He arches a thin eyebrow in disbelief, gesturing with his wet hand toward you for emphasis as you drip onto the end table he had pushed you onto earlier. “Don’t look at me like that! Ugh, you are so insufferable.” You huff with a pout, crossing your arms over your chest and looking off to the side.

“Ya know ya like it.” He snickers in amusement and there’s that shit-eating grin back on his face. You just sigh, unable to stop the smile that starts to form on your lips. He may be insufferable but that’s what you love about him after all.

Feed us some shinji smut (and angst) 😻😻😻🙏🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭😭

All I have now are wilted flowers.

Starring: Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (platonic relationship);

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, angst, betrayal, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, morally grey reader, turn back the pendolum arc, blood, manipulative reader, toxic behavior, psychological manipulation (Aizen vexing the reader), unhealthy codependency (the reader is deeply attached to Aizen);

Plot: looking back at your relationship with Captain Hirako, you could not help but ask yourself: was it ever really love, if the night your brother supposedly sacrificed him, you did not step in to save him?

Luscious, silky strands resembling the warm rays of the sun curtained you off from the rest of the world. His breath was labored, his jaw clenched and his slender fingers were digging into the tender flesh of your wrists with such a brutal force you would have not been surprised to spot crescent marks on them the following day. You drove him crazy. When you were around, the Captain of the Fifth Division stopped flaunting and dropped to his knees to worship every inch of your skin. You made him desperate for your attention.

And you loved it.

The formal power imbalance between you two was actually reversed. You were the fourth seat of his Division, he was your Captain, he should have held some kind of authority over you. Sadly, he did not. You had him wrapped around your finger, crawling to you like a madman, begging you for nights of passion in his chambers. You were his safe haven.

And now, as you let him smash his lips against yours, tongue lapping at your mouth to open it, you knew damn well who was in control between you two.

“You know, I can’t wait to replace your surname with mine. — he uttered, hands skimming down your abdomen to reach your core, pressed against his knee — Mrs. Hirako sounds pretty good, don’t you think?” he crooned, moaning at the sight of your juices leaking over his rotula. You were a sight to behold.

His words should have made your heart thrum in your chest. The man you loved had just revealed his intention to make you his wife. Too bad you had buried your feelings and humanity so deep in your chest you had no idea where that stupid organ, keeping you alive, was wallowing in despair. There had been a time in your life, when you had genuinely loved him. It did not cost you any effort flirting with Shinji, hanging out with him hours past the curfew to wait for the dawn together, sipping saké on the rooftop of the Fifth Division.

You had cherished your first kiss with devotion for months, you had rejoiced that he never forgot to send you a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers at your dorm every Monday morning.

And then you had told your brother that you had fallen for your Captain.

Since that day, you had not been the same anymore. Your bond with Shinji was a strategical move. Sosuke had told you he was glad you had experimented such a strong feeling for someone but, for your own good, it would have been better if you guarded your heart from the pain of the future loss. Shinji Hirako, your Captain, your Shinji, had to die.

And, after leaving your brother’s office that evening, you had died too.

You did not share your brother’s thirst for power. Surely, however, you were terrified of losing him. If you did not partake to his plan, he would have probably risked his life. Choosing between your own flesh and blood and the man you loved broke you. Eventually, though, you chose to protect yourself. No more feelings, no more love. You could make the most of the time with Shinji without compromising your brother’s plan. You would have forced yourself to see the love of your life as a mission to accomplish.

And that fool in love did not notice anything off about you. When he kissed you, you melted in his arms the same way you did, when you first sealed your fate on his thin lips.

“Let me be on top” you suddenly whispered, shoving him off of you and flipping him over, watching him eagerly laying on his back.

Shinji did not protest, his hands gliding up your hipbones, cupping your waist to balance you on top of him with care. You took a hold of his cock, the tip leaking with precum, as you delicately rubbed your thumb over it, diligently smearing the translucent substance all around the pinkish head. How many times had you done that for him? Too many to count, but his reaction remained the same. He groaned, eyes rolling in the back of his skull, whilst he spasmodically buckled his hips up to get your attention.

He needed you and he would have needed you every single night of his life. As you pumped his shaft in your hand a couple of times, his half-lidded eyes locked with yours and, in that moment, you knew. You knew he would have always looked at you the same way he was doing now: enamoured.

He loved you. And he would have loved you forever, even if you were going to twist a dagger in his heart and push his rotting corpse in Hell, where Captains belonged.

You took a sharp intake of air, as you lined his cock to your entrance, gradually lowering yourself down to let his girth part your walls. Was there something real in what you were doing? Yes, there was. But you indoctrinated yourself with believing it was just physical pleasure. You were ensnaring your own senses in a bottle, tossing it far away for you to never be able to reach it again, to uncork it and breathe in the true essence of love you had been deprived of for years now, for the sake of your brother.

Shinji grunted, hands squeezing your ass as he watched you rotate your hips sensually above him. You were the gooddess he believed in, the only woman who had been able to rip his chest open and surgically remove his heart. How could he not trust you to look after it for him?

“What do you think?” he asked you, foreteeth sinking onto his bottom lip, when you set up a quicker pace, riding him as if you meant it. And maybe you did. Or maybe not. But how could he know you were not the same girl who had told him ‘I love you’, more than a decade ago, in a old hay loft you had found shelter from the rain in, or that you were not the shy, young girl who wrote little poems for him to read before falling asleep?

You moaned under your breath “About what?”.

“How does Mrs. Hirako sounds to you?”.

“Like a dream”.

He pushed himself up, pressing his forehead against yours, lips chasing your glossy ones in feverish kisses “Then marry me”.

You did not have a heart anymore. There was a hole where it was supposed to be, right? Then why did you almost feel that stupid organ skip a beat in your chest. You were better than that. You were not the type to fall for heartwretching words like these. You could not fall for Shinji Hirako, the goofy Captain of the Fifth Division, all over again.

You smiled against his lips, kissing him back, avoiding answering because it was easier to let him believe you were too emotional to say something else than shuddery breaths and moans. He did not let you rest, though. Shinji thrusted upwards, cutting your breath off, before sliding one arm around your waist to keep you firmly archored to him.

“Don’t you dare ignoring what I said” he rasped out, watching your mouth part in obscene cries of pleasure he was eliciting with his rough, steady thrusts, preventing you from moving freely. You were at your limit and he knew your body language. He was close too and you could see it in his eyes, pupils dilated, and in the way he hissed when you reached your climax.

“When? When should I marry you?”.

“Now”.

You chuckled, shaking your head tiredly “Don’t be ridiculous”.

He bit down softly on your jawline, nuzzling his nose down the curve of your neck “Then tonight. Meet me in my dream. I will make you my wife”.

When he suddenly pulled out of you, spilling his seed down on your belly, you wondered if he would have said the same thing again, had he be knowing what would have happened that night. But you could not care about it, not when telling him not to leave his barracks would have meant betraying Sosuke.

You kissed him, one last time, passionately, ignoring the lump in your throat when you provided him the only answer he had been anguishing to hear from you “I’ll be there”.

And you were there. Hair neatly combed, eyes clouded over in a mixture of apathy and dread, as you rested your hand on the hilt of your zanpakuto, you stared at the horizon in trepidation. They were coming. He was coming.

Everything was going according to your brother’s plan. Tosen was standing a few feet away from you, silent, as Sosuke and Gin approached you two. There was no need to say anything. His caramel eyes lingered on your face in pride, a faint smile gracing his lips to praise you for your service. You had worked hard for the sake of your brother’s plan. For a better future. You had proved yourself worthy to follow him, to be a member of his deranged, secret society. His docile, sweet sister, the little girl who always followed him around, who trusted him blindly in every decision he made, even when they lived in the Rukongai. Maybe, this was the reason why you had given up on your happiness to see Sosuke triumph over the system.

Sosuke had always been right. He had to be right this time too.

“I will leave him to you” Sosuke said then, before ambling off to hide himself, as soon as he heard fast footsteps approach the area. Then you felt it. Captain Hirako’s reiatsu, strong and comforting at the same time, rained down on you. You flash-stepped a few feet ahead, meeting your opponent midway, hand hastily unsheathing your blade and holding it upfront, the metal shining ominously underneath the moonlight.

When the Captain halted right in front of you, your grip on your sword intensified. Face to face, standing on opposing sides for the first time ever, you witnessed to the way fear contorted his face. Had you been summoned to investigate too? He could swear he had not heard your name leave Captain Yamamoto’s mouth. Not even your brother, his Lieutenant, had been sent to look for the missing members of the Ninth squad.

“What are you doing here?” he hesitated, but you did not flinch, or budge to reply. His words remained unheard. Shinji could not believe his eyes. Your silence was the unequivocal proof you were involved in whatever phenomenon was happening in the Soul Society.

Shinji straightned his back, hand reaching for his own weapon, but his movements seemed somewhat not as determined as they usually were during a fight.

He was used to handle ferocious Hollows and belligerent Ryokas, not you. Not his reason to be a better man. Nothing made sense. Not your cold eyes, your defensive stance, the droplets of dried blood on your cheekbone and clothes.

Where was his darling?

“Answer me!” he shouted, just as Lisa and the Captains of the Third and Seventh Divisions joined the battlefield with horrified and disortiented expressions plastered over their faces. Still, the broken one, the man having an existential crisis was Shinji. You were not close to the others, but you were close to him, you were his woman. The one he loved. You should have cared about his opinion on you.

At your refusal to dignify him with an explanation, he lost his mind. He charged towards you, eyes filled with sufferings, regrets, whilst he swung his sword towards you. Stepping aside, you let the Hollowfied Lieutenant of the Twelfth Divison clash with him.

A groan of pain, blood splattering on the ground, you watched your lover fall on his knees with a thud, hand clutching his injured shoulder. There were tears in his eyes, fury in the way he screamed up at the sky, desperate, as he watched his other companions being tossed around and knocked down by the former Captain and Lieutenant of the Ninth Division.

“Why?” the words were thrown at your face, his voice uncharacteristically raw, as you turned your back at him to leave space to your cunning brother. You did not want to answer. Mostly, because what you had done was unforgivable. Probably, if he knew who really were, he would have deemed you unlovable too. But this was a misconception. He wanted to understand, he demanded answers, he would have forgiven you, if only you gave him the chance to.

As a coward, though, all you did was looking up at the sky. A single tear running down your cheek as you left him for a century with words meant to torment you more than they did to him “I won’t apologize for having ruined your life. But I do hope that you won’t hate me forever”.

As if he would have been able to hate you at all.

When you headed back to your dorm that night, the first thing you set your eyes on were the flowers he had gifted you last Monday. Monday, right. What day was it again? Monday, the bloody, forsaken Monday. Everything had come to an end in a matter of hours. Those were the last flowers your beloved Captain had donated to you, to help you remind you of him, to be the symbol of your love, of your once flourishing feelings. What remained now of your love?

Nothing.

He had left you with nothing, but a bunch of wilted flowers that still smelt like him.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Your queen of angst is back. I have hurt my goofy potato, I’m sorry. Still, someone had asked for him to suffer and I have gladly delivered this. Hoping you have enjoyed the meal, I will wait for your feedback. Likes, comments and re-posts are appreciated!

Love,

Luce.

Credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

Tags: @villainsrtasty @milapurr @suzanlucky @cloudyempress @pinguwuuuu @my-my-my @darthwhorecrux

“Beer is supposed to be shared between friends~”

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A quickie inspired by a fanfic I couldn’t get out of my head :P

@whitefoxfiction sent this fic to me (THANK YOU FOR BLESSING MY EYES) and it’s by @electronicwitchcollection (Bleachbabe23 on Ao3). It’s a NSFW oneshot and it’s SO GOOD. I’ll try and link it in the comments CAUSE Y’ALL NEED TO READ IT.

All these amazing fics are killing me, so many ideas from them to draw, so little time :’)

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HNNNNNGGGGHHHHH

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”.

I WANT SHINJI CUDDLES

hiiii can i request a scenario for shinji hirako with an s/o who is usually not physically affectionate but really loves listening to his heartbeat when feeling stressed or overwhelmed?

Oh this is sweet! I think this would be my first Shinji fic. Thank you for requesting it. I'm going to put it with post-TYBW Shinji.

Summary: Work sucks most days, but getting yelled at for something that's not even your fault? That's even worse. Thankfully Shinji knows just what you need.

TW: This is SFW. Workplace abuse, verbal harassment, mentions of stress and incompetence.

“Are you that much of an idiot to not understand where vents should go!?” Yelled Captain Kurotsuchi at you. You flinched as he ranted on about your work in redesigning the Squad 12 barracks.

You and your team were leading the redesign and renovations of various barracks across the Gotei 13 after the war with the Quincies. And you had received the ire of Captain Kurotsuchi. You knew he would be difficult, which is why your superior assigned you as the leader of the small team working with Squad 12. You would be able to handle it. You were focused, diligent and attentive. Any details and requests, no matter how miniscule, would be overseen by you.

Which is why you were exhausted hearing Captain Kurotsuchi rant for umpteenth time today. You looked around apprehensively for Lieutenant Akon. It was much easier to deal with him than the captain, but he was nowhere in sight.

And your colleagues ran off to hide, even though it was their mistake to begin with putting the vent over his computer (and in what world did that make sense anyways!? You wanted to yell at them.)

But no, instead you were being yelled at as you tried your best to apologize for the error. Another colleague ran to remove the ventilation item, but it was too late.

It didn’t help that the rest of Squad 12 looked at you like some kind of idiot, being scolded by the teacher. You hated feeling so small.

So powerless.

You tried biting your lip, squeezing your fists as Captain Kurotsuchi waved you off, muttering how useless you were.

As he walked away, so did you, into another room to calm down. Your colleagues swarmed you, after scurrying away from Captain Kurotsuchi’s fury. It was humiliating, hearing their fake apologies.

“Leave me be, please.” You muttered to them, as they tried consoling you. You couldn’t register what they were saying, but one of them managed to find Lieutenant Akon.

But you were too exhausted and overwhelmed. You had spent over 14 hours doing renovations.

“I’m sorry for this Lieutenant Akon, but I’ll have to resume the renovations tomorrow.” You bowed your head apologetically. “My colleagues here will clean up.” You said, giving them a glare as they sheepishly agreed.

“Thank you for your work today.” Lieutenant Akon said, giving you a wry smile. “I got the gist of what happened. Don’t worry about today. You and your team have done an excellent job so far.” He smiled, “I’ll let the captain know tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” You sighed, bowing your head again.

“And I’ll be around tomorrow. So you can come to me with any questions.” The lieutenant explained, hoping that would make you feel better.

You gave him a soft smile, but left the barracks exhausted. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. Renovations were already hard work, and to have someone call you an idiot and every other related word at you, for more than 10 hours?

You didn’t realize, but you were shaking in fury.

“Hey, doll. What’s with the frown?” You knew that voice from anywhere.

And after the day you’ve had, it was a voice you needed to hear.

Without even thinking, you wrapped your arms around Captain Hirako. He immediately tensed at the sudden motion, but relaxed as he wrapped your arms back. Shinji frowned slightly, noticing the shakes your body was making.

“Why don’tcha come back to my office?” He held you closer, stroking your back. “I’ll play your favourite record and we can open those snacks we’ve been savin’ for, ok?” You nodded your head in his chest, as he held your hand, walking towards the Squad 5 barracks.

It wasn’t Shinji’s favourite genre of music, but it helped you relax. The two of you were lounging in the loveseat couch in his office, your body on top of his, laying peacefully as the music filled the room.

Your shaking stopped, thankfully. Shinji looked down as he stroked your hair. It wasn’t often you would want physical affection, so Shinji savoured the moments when they came.

He just hated how it would come to be. What sort of anger, frustration and ineptitudes you must have faced to lead you to this state. You had fallen asleep in his arms, as you cried into his chest about the awful day you had.

Shinji wanted to go down to the Squad 12 barracks and yell at Kurotsuchi on your behalf, but you would have been more upset. Instead, playing a record that soothed you, having your favourite snacks on hand, and of course his presence, was enough to calm you down.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his arms either. The lull of Shinji’s heartbeat, the warmth of his embrace, and his long, thin fingers, stroking your hair and body, put you in a daze. You murmured to him, with sleep lacing your voice, of what happened. Shinji would squeeze your arm in reassurance, hold you closer to him as he kissed your forehead.

Whatever had happened before, whatever will happen later, will never matter, you thought to yourself. Unconsciously you snuggled closer into Shinji’s chest.

The tenderness of Shinji’s love for you was enough to persevere – tomorrow will just be another day.

Thank you for requesting this, anon! I hope this is what you had in mind.

This is the song I was listening to, that would also play in the final scene. Home - Resonance

I tried to write for another character but Shinji LITERALLY stormed into my room, flipped my desk, threw my laptop, broke my phone, spit on me and DEMANDED I write for him again

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You'd been stressing and working long hours lately, catching little sleep. Today was another long one, running on only a few hours of rest. It was hardly evening, and you'd surpassed your manic, delirious phase and were now crashing, nodding off, eyes fluttering closed only for you to snap your head back up and force your eyes to remain peeled. Shinji was thoroughly explaining something to you and you could not for the life of you catch a single word he was saying, each one going in one ear and out the other just as quickly. You tried and failed over and over again to focus. Pain stung your tired eyes and your body felt much heavier than usual, nearly impossible to keep upright.

At first, Captain Hirako hadn't noticed, too involved in the work at hand and talking through something with you. It wasn't until he glanced your way again and noticed how lifeless you looked that something wasn't right.

He stopped mid sentence, not that you were conscious enough to notice, "(Y/N)?" He asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically. "Are you feeling alright?"

Hearing your name coming out of his mouth awakened you, at least enough to snap back to attention for the moment. "Hm? Sorry?" You were too tired to even worry about the harsh look he was giving you.

Shinji sighed. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

He stood abruptly from where he sat, approaching you. He got on one knee before you, looking up to you with concern. "Have you been getting enough sleep? Or is something else bothering you?"

"I'm fine, really." You lazily waved a dismissive hand, lying about your unwell state out of habit. "Can you just repeat the last thing you said?"

"I think we should call it a day," he ignored you. "I'll walk you home."

"Captain." You forced yourself to stand, trying to prove that you were of sound mind. You couldn't have yourself getting in trouble. "I don't think that's necessary. The task at hand is more important."

Shinji slowly rose, looking stern. "It is necessary. We can't do quality work if you can hardly stay awake."

He moved away to gather his belongings. You stayed where you were, guilt and worry waking you a little more and adding to your list of pains. It was too late. You were in trouble.

Speaking less formally now and more as his friend, you asked him, "are you mad at me?" You frowned while you waited for him to look at you, shuffling in place nervously.

"Of course I'm not mad," Shinji laughed at your puppy-dog behavior. "Just what kind of a guy do you think I am?"

"I wasn't even listening to you." You hung your head in shame. "I've failed you today."

"Don't be dramatic," he continued. "Taking care of yourself is the most important thing you can do - not this 'task at hand' nonsense you're spewing." You noticed that he had gathered your belongings as well while you were hesitating, holding them along with his. "Let's get going."

You followed him out of the office, a dreamy swell of adoration in your chest. "Oh, thank you."

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You stood outside of your door with Shinji. The sun had set a little while ago, painting the landscape in the early stages of darkness. You could still see the Captain perfectly clear, turning to face him.

"Thank you again," you told him, voice coming out soft and wispy in your exhausted state.

"Let's meet again tomorrow at noon," he said seriously, reluctantly passing you your belongings. "Sleep in if you can."

"I will do my best." You forced a smile.

Neither of you moved. "Do you need anything?" Shinji asked gently. "Some tea or medicine to help you sleep?"

You were so tired, you doubted you needed anything to get to bed. "Tea would be nice actually." You supposed you were just looking for a chance to spend more time with him, even if it meant having to stay awake a little longer.

You'd always adored Shinji, and that adoration was further highlighted in moments like this, where he was putting you before your Soul Reaper work, encouraging you to take care of yourself and assisting you there.

He smiled, though it came out in that smirky way of his, like he as holding back laughter. Then he opened your door and went inside like he owned the place and was inviting you in. You followed, haphazardly discarding your belongings along the way.

You sat in your small kitchen as Shinji flowed about to make your tea, asking you simple questions here and there to navigate your kitchen. You were nodding off again when he placed the steaming mug before you, sitting across from you with his own cup to enjoy.

You sat in a comfortable silence with him, sipping tea. You were about halfway through your beverage when Shinji was at your side, his hand on your arm prepared to pull you up. You realized then you had been sitting there with your eyes closed, poised to pass out at any moment sitting in your kitchen.

"Let's get you to bed," he chuckled quietly, his voice sounding distant when you were halfway to the dream world. You loved that voice, trusted that voice. Right now it was a beacon of light for you to follow to get to sleep.

He pulled you out of your chair and stayed glued to your side, holding you upright, as the two of you went the short distance to your bedroom. As soon as you caught sight of your bed you went forward, unceremoniously collapsing onto the mattress.

"Do you have pjs?" He asked you, gesturing to your many drawers, though your face was buried in your comforter.

At the sound of pjs, you shot up, stumbling like a drunk over to the drawer that held your comfortable night clothing. You made quick work of pulling it open and grabbing the first thing on top, which happened to be a rather scandalous, frilly, girly nightdress. Without thinking, immediately after you slammed your dresser shut you began dropping your uniform, undressing right then and there to hurriedly get into the cozy material.

"What are you - you maniac!" Shinji quickly spun around and crossed his arms over his chest. Even if you didn't care or notice, he wasn't going to take advantage of you while you were in such a vulnerable state and watch you while you got naked. He didn't turn back to look at you again until he heard the sound you thumping back into bed, your Soul Reaper uniform left messily where you had dropped it from your body.

His jaw dropped when he saw you, splayed out on your stomach, wearing that ridiculously short gown that hardly covered anything. He felt like he was being tested by the universe, catching the slightest glimpse of your panties peaking out beneath your pajamas as you lay with one leg hiked up and the other hanging straight down.

He sighed in frustration, looking away from your ass and to your defeated figure as a whole atop your mattress. He came forward, scooping you up to pull you further up the bed so he could pull the comforter over you and hide your curves from his view. You stirred and turned to help him, flipping over to tuck your knees in, making room to push your legs under the heap of blankets.

When he saw your frontside, he was sure then. He was definitely being tested. Not only did the nightdress hardly cover your backside, but your cleavage was on full display too, the dainty, girlish fabric hardly covering each of your breasts. Shinji had never seen so much of your body with the modest way you wore your uniform. Now, one of your tits was threatening to spill out of the tiny strap holding it up, and Shinji was torn between looking away and trying to help tuck you in. All the while you were oblivious to his mental struggles, scooting in and pulling the comforter up to your chest, where your breasts were still exposed. Feeling perverted, Shinji grabbed it and yanked it up the rest of the way to your chin.

"Shinji?" You asked with your eyes closed.

"Yeah?" He gulped, prepared for the worst. You were about to call him out for being a perv, for staring at your ass and your tits while you were just so sleepy and oblivious.

But then, "you're the only one looking out for me," you mumbled tiredly and affectionately.

The Captain was able to breathe again, smiling at your cute, delirious talk. "Get some rest, okay?"

You went on. "I'll miss you."

"Miss me?" He laughed quietly.

You'd have never spoken this way to him when you were of right mind. He knew he should tell you to stop talking and go to bed before you spewed something you regretted, but he was too curious and admiring how sweet and fragile you looked and sounded while you were drifting off to sleep, wearing your revealing, princess-like nightdress. He was enjoying seeing this other side of you a little too much to be in such a hurry to leave. Maybe he really was perverted, perverted for your heart for sure.

"Yeah. Until I see you again tomorrow," you explained. "I hope I see you in my dreams."

If he was just as delirious, he'd tell you that he'd miss you too, that he missed you every time you were apart. "You really are tired," he said instead, laughing uncomfortably.

You opened your eyes slightly to watch him. "Will you stay until I fall asleep?" You asked hopefully.

He frowned, at war with himself. "I don't think that will take very long."

"Will you?"

It wasn't possible for him to tel you no when you looked at him like that. "I will."

"Thank you. I-" you wanted to say something badly, but the words never came.

"Yeah?" Shinji raised his eyebrows expectantly, in impatient anticipation.

You shook your head to yourself, fending off whatever thought that was trying to escape. "Thank you," you repeated again, shutting your eyes for the final time tonight.

Shinji was right that it didn't take long for you to fall asleep. He waited and listened for the steady, rhythmic sound of your breathing before rising, stopping to take one last look at your sleeping form, to sear this into his memory. As softly as he could, he reached out to push some stray hairs out of your face, yearning to do more, but knowing that he couldn't.

"Sleep tight, lovebug. I hope I see you in my dreams too."

When you woke the next morning, feeling rested at last, the first thing you noticed was that your room smelt pleasantly like Shinji, bringing back memories of the previous night. The last you remembered was sitting at the kitchen table, having tea with him. You wondered what transpired afterwards, how you got to bed, and were surprised that you were so exhausted you couldn't even properly remember.

When you saw what you were wearing underneath the comforter, you cringed at yourself, hoping that he hadn't seen your pjs and if he had, embarrassed that you had looked so slutty in front of the Captain. The sight of yourself mixed with the ghost of his scent in the room made you feel like a pervert. You were already starting to prepare an explanation for yourself, thinking of telling him it was laundry day, but then, how could you even bring this up to him? Maybe it'd be best to ignore it altogether, pretend like it hadn't happened, though you knew you wouldn't ever be able to forget.

And then when you got out of bed and saw the tea cups in the sink, you were thinking of him again. Shinji Hirako had already invaded your mind nearly every moment of every day, and now he had invaded your personal space as well, making it increasingly difficult to stop thinking of him inappropriately. It made your heart ache with desire and longing, his fleeting scent, his tea cup next to yours. He was just here, and you already missed him, already wanted to see him again. It was agony, having to smell his presence in your home when he wasn't here.

You looked at the clock, remembering his words about meeting at noon. It was still morning. That didn't stop you from pulling on your uniform and robes, scarfing down a quick and simple breakfast, wanting to see him more than you wanted to rest. You headed for his office earlier than you were supposed to. You knew he'd be there already, and you were way too excited.

Something needed to be done about this.

Would you ever write for gin, mayuri,aizen,shinji,szayel,yumichicka, as nodt,nnoitira,ulquiorra, izuru or adult uryu ? It trickster or the doctor?

Shinji, 100%, request or not!!!

As for the others, I'm not super confident that I'd do them justice but if someone had a request or prompt they'd want written I am certainly open to trying!