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Heyy!! I just read aizen with sister headcanon and it was really fun to read, like a perfect balance with him still being in his character. Thank you soo much for your efforts ^o^ 🎀

Typical Aizen being Aizen lol. But much appreciated and thank you for enjoying it 💕

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𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Aizen headcanon with reader who is his younger sister?will he keep her out of his plan, or vaguely update her? Will he make her play a role? Will he betray her if she's weak or does not go along with his plan or his viee of the world? Will he care for her? Be protective of her? Or just let her be on her own? Will he be gentle with her or indifferent towards her? If she's weak would he hold disdain/disappointment towards her? Will he spoil her? Or not even bother with her? Would he be an active borther in her life? Would she even know she has a brother?

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I had a ball of a time writing this, though I feel so sorry for his sis 😔 (cuz not like I conjured this to be sad)

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Aizen by himself is a warning, negligence, loneliness, subtle threats

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

˚₊‧꒰ა Aizen always had a knack for keeping secrets, and his younger sister was perhaps the best-kept one of all. Hardly anyone in Soul Society even knew you existed. He ensured it stayed that way—not out of shame or indifference, but because he understood the dangers of the world far better than most. Protecting you meant keeping you out of sight, out of reach, and most importantly, out of his way.

˚₊‧꒰ა You weren’t raised in the shadow of your brother’s ambitions. If anything, you were raised almost separately from him. Aizen made sure you were kept safe and comfortable, but he rarely visited in person. Letters arrived now and then, formal and distant, carefully worded so as not to betray too much. They were more akin to a noble’s formality than warm notes from a sibling.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Be well,” he would often sign off with, nothing more. No sentiment, no real concern, just a vague, clinical wish for your wellbeing. At least, that’s how it came across.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yet, despite his cold exterior, there was care buried beneath. You were one of the few people he did care for in his own way. That’s why he kept you in the dark about most of his plans. If you remained ignorant, you couldn’t interfere, and more importantly, you couldn’t be used against him.

˚₊‧꒰ა He never intended for you to play a role in his grand vision. You weren’t a pawn to be moved across the board. And in Aizen’s mind, you were more like a keepsake he kept locked away, safe from the chaos he intended to unleash on Soul Society.

˚₊‧꒰ა However, you weren’t blind to his true nature. You’d seen glimpses of it over the years—the way he could manipulate those around him with honeyed words, the calculated glint in his eyes when he spoke of Soul Society’s shortcomings. You suspected he wasn’t the dutiful Shinigami everyone believed him to be.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’ve changed,” you remarked once when he finally visited you in person after years of silence. There was no warmth in his eyes, only a quiet calculation as he studied your, like he was assessing your usefulness.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Change is inevitable,” he replied smoothly, offering you a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “The world changes, and we must adapt accordingly.” You didn’t trust that smile. There was never a need to anymore.

˚₊‧꒰ა There was always a lingering question in your mind: would he discard you if you didn’t live up to his expectations? Were you too weak, too naive, too stubborn to follow him down whatever dark path he was walking?

˚₊‧꒰ა The answer wasn’t clear. Aizen wasn’t one to show disappointment openly, nor did he seem to hold people to impossible standards. Yet there was always a risk with him—the risk that he would decide whether or not you were a liability rather than an asset.

˚₊‧꒰ა In truth, he didn’t want your involved in his plans at all. He saw your as separate from the rest of the world he intended to reshape. You were a piece of his past, a reminder of a simpler time before his ambitions took root.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Stay out of this,” he told your once, his tone leaving no room for argument. “The path I’ve chosen is not one you need to walk.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “And if I don’t stay out of it?” you challenged.

˚₊‧꒰ა For a moment, something flickered in his gaze—irritation, perhaps, or frustration at your defiance. But then his expression softened, and he sighed.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Then you will make things far more difficult than they need to be,” he said quietly. “For both of us.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t cruel to you. If anything, he was unusually gentle compared to how he treated others. He never raised his voice or spoke harshly. But there was always a distance between them, an invisible wall he maintained to keep your at arm’s length.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you showed signs of strength—spiritual pressure, combat ability, intelligence—he would acknowledge it with a nod or a rare word of praise. “You’ve done well,” he might say, though his tone would remain detached. He wasn’t one to shower anyone with affection, not even his own sister. And it was mostly done to not provoke interest in furthering yourself to prove your worth.

˚₊‧꒰ა But if you proved weak or unwilling to grow stronger, he wouldn’t express disappointment outright. Instead, he would simply let your be, leaving your to your own devices. In his mind, it wasn’t his responsibility to push your beyond your limits. You had to choose that path yourself.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Strength is a choice,” he once told your during one of their rare conversations. “Those who seek it will find it. Those who don’t will be left behind.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Despite his aloofness, he was protective in his own way. If anyone dared to harm your or use your against him, they wouldn’t live to see another day. He would deal with them swiftly and without mercy.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You are one of the few things in this world I refuse to lose,” he admitted once, his voice uncharacteristically sincere. “Do not make me regret that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Was it a declaration of care, simply a warning to stay out of his way, or to behave?

˚₊‧꒰ა He never spoiled you. Gifts, affection, and indulgences weren’t his way of showing care. Instead, his protection was his way of expressing it. The fact that you remained alive and untouched by his enemies spoke volumes about how much he valued your, even if he rarely said it outright.

˚₊‧꒰ა Over time, you came to accept that your relationship would never be typical. Aizen wasn’t the sort of brother who would dote on your or offer emotional support. He was more like a distant guardian, always watching from the shadows, ensuring you remained safe even as he orchestrated his grand schemes.

˚₊‧꒰ა And yet, there were moments when you caught glimpses of the man he used to be—before his ambitions consumed him. Moments when he spoke softly, his tone free of the usual cold calculation.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do you remember the fireflies?” he asked once, out of the blue, as you sat together under the night sky. You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in conversation. “Of course. We used to catch them when we were children.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He nodded slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Those were simpler times.” For a brief moment, he seemed human again—not the calculating mastermind plotting the downfall of Soul Society, but a brother reminiscing about their shared past.

˚₊‧꒰ა But it never lasted long. The warmth always faded, replaced by the cool, collected mask he wore so well. “Remember those times,” he told your quietly. “But don’t dwell on them. The world has changed, and so must we.”

˚₊‧꒰ა In the end, you knew that he cared for you in his own way. He would never abandon your completely, nor would he betray your trust outright. But he would always prioritise his goals above all else. You weren’t exempt from that.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you ever stood in his way, he wouldn’t hesitate to remove you from the equation—not out of hatred, but out of necessity.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not misunderstand me,” he said once as he looked you in the eye. “I will protect you. But I will not tolerate obstacles. Not even from you.” It was both a promise and a warning—a reminder that while he cared for your, his ambitions came first. Always.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @edensrose @spellboundsuguru @cactimorada @kennys-partner @cookielovesbook-akie @sovl-society

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ᡴꪫ ﹙𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠! 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.﹚─── ⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ when the strongest falls for you but can't have you , how does he react ? after getting everything he wants in life ; how aren't you in his hands yet ? ( ˖ ࣪❀˳ ) : blackmail + obsessive satoru, forced kissing

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ( 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 )﹕first satoru piece and it's dark?? hell yeah

satoru gojo always got what he wanted. why wouldn't he? he's the strongest. heir and leader to the gojo clan. blessed with charm and striking good looks. if he wanted it, it was his. that's how it's been for his entire life. well, apart from one thing. 

you. 

oh what a darling you were. the first time you stepped into jujutsu high he felt a rush even limitless couldn't compare to. to hell with infinity - your eyes held the universe. the brush of your hand on his when reaching for a pen sparked the cosmos. your smile, oh your smile. the way you spoke to him? said his name? how cute you were, struggling to rise in rank. weak and pretty? you're the whole package. he wanted you more than anything he's ever set eyes on. 

shouldn't have been a problem, right? women and men flock around him like lovesick fools. what would make you any different? the way you looked at him with those pretty eyes. affection. it can only be affection. and yet. 

those hearts in your eyes are never for him. 

they're for suguru. 

the one thing he's wanted more than anything - snatched away by his best friend! he didn't even stand a chance. he only realised that the day he confessed to you. and you . . . had the nerve to reject him. him. do you have any idea who he is? 

why the hell did you turn your face and fluster about your heart belonging to suguru? how could you choose him over his best friend? he so much as looked at something and it was his; and yet you - you never so much as looked at him once suguru yanked you into a relationship. 

yes. yanked. plucked even. you are his simply because he wanted you . . . he just needed you to realise that. 

he played his cards. surely, you would fall for him. see that suguru is no match compared to him. but you didn't. you continued this pointless charade up until graduation. hand still tight in the man's you claim to love. nonsense. you didn't know any better. you didn't know what satoru could do for you - a bumbling grade 3 sorcerer struggling to make ends meet. you could be something great with him at your side!

he just needed to make you realise.

a push in the right direction. which is where you find yourself now. facing him: the right direction. hands stuffed in his pockets lazily as if he didn't just confess to you a second time around. your awkwardness brims so clearly as you stutter and blabber on about how you were serious last time. how you only view him as a friend. how you're with suguru. 

stubborn one, aren't you? all that awkwardness faded to anxiety when the man you knew as friend cornered you against one of the desks. it's only now you are met with the full prowess of his height. how easily he dwarfs you. invades your personal space with two large hands clamped on the edge of the desk your back leans into. 

"do you have any idea what I could do for you?" his signature grin is but a ghost. a dry, dull look hangs on his features. with a white brow arched and bright blue eyes akin to ice. he doesn't even tilt his head. irises stare down in a shadow over his dark specs. a testament. 

frost. like his index knuckle that brushes on your cheekbone. so tender. gentle. unlike a hollowed voice that speaks of horrors right above you. 

"do you have any idea what i could do if you reject me again today?" a single knuckle becomes his large hand. cupped at your cheek and tilting your head up further to meet his now looming face. "you see, I'm a special guym sweetheart, we both know that. don't we?" 

his thumb strokes on your face. at last, a little grin returns. it's the furthest thing from familiar. "I could give you everything. make you. or -" 

satoru's lips ghost yours. the grip slips below your jaw. voice lowered to a cold whisper. 

"ruin you." 

perhaps he should have expected the impact that came for him. the bloom of red over his pale cheek as you shoved him away and took your chance to scitter away. 

your touch. 

he didn't bother turning on his infinity around you. why should he? you're too weak, too pretty to do any real damage to him. and besides. 

even the sting of your palm on his face was heavenly. you hit him, and it felt like a kiss.

he couldn't help but feel irritated. his sweet, stubborn girl. no matter. he's given you the warning. you've tied his hands. this is your fault. 

your fault that the letter in your trembled hands writes clear in bold, black ink that : upon thorough thought and observation, we regret to inform you of your drop in position, to grade 4.

it's your fault that you'll have to go crawling back to him. in tears and stutters. so full of questions, horror. 'why would you do this to me satoru?' 'I don't understand.' 'I have a family! a sick father. please.' 

he'd only catch your quivered hands. smile so sweetly as you beg and plead for his help. you'll do anything. anything.

"anything, sweetheart?" 

his face looms closer. just like it did last week. lips ghosting yours. strong hands on your waist. soft whispers to hush your hushed whimpers. "then . . ." what a devilish croon. lilted and low. what cruel eyes. soon to be the only ones you'll know. 

"how about a kiss? from my pretty girl." 

what other choice do you have, but to shakily press your lips to his. yelp when he shoves you back into the wall and pours more heat into it. more control. trap you against him and take the breath from your lungs. he's wanted this since highschool - he sure as hell isn't going to settle for a peck. 

satoru is a greedy man. if he wants it, it's his. you simply fall into that category. and now he finally has you to himself. with just a bit of blackmail and tears. you're his. 

and as your heart wails and you scramble with hands in his hair. his lips on yours. begging for breath. for anything but the suffocating feel of his kisses and his large body trappinh yours. you can't help the dreadful thought amongst your tears - 

but what about suguru?

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What do you think of bazz b’s s/o being yhwach’s daughter since he got his hometown destroyed by him

Since you asked for my opinion, I’m gonna be honest with you: I don’t see this working out genuinely and with a good ending. We all know that Bazz still has that welded-up rage about Yhwach destroying his home and family. And even when Yhwach’s actions had saved Jugram, Bazz ignored that and believed that Jugram would understand his hatred and still tag along. But clearly, it didn’t work out.

So having Yhwach’s daughter as his S/O, is a complication on her end—an obvious heartbreak. If he learns that Yhwach’s daughter likes him, he’d be aggressive towards her, taking it as extra salt to his wounds apart from having to follow the King but now have his daughter into him, before realising the potential to gain closure. I can see Bazz just using her to get closer to Yhwach, and expecting that she understood why he was doing so.

However, the only other way such a relationship is possible is if his S/O suffered a loss from Yhwach, maybe her mother at his hands of re-gaining power, and seeks revenge. She and Bazz would connect, not without being suspicious and hesitant of each other. Because Bazz might suspect her of spying on him at first, not believing that Yhwach’s own child would want to get rid of him.

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How would the shinigami react to finding out the person they like has an adoptive child that they have begun to take to work?

(This was inspired by how great Ukitake would be with kids if you couldn't already tell XD)

A/N: I’ve been noticing a lot of babies and pregnancy content popping up on my dashboard lately. Is everyone ovulating? Did someone cast a spell lol? BTW, this is an adorable ask

They would take the news in steps, seeing it as an extension of the person they like rather than an obstacle. They would be naturally warm, playful, or gentle with your child, easily adapting to the situation. Whether through easy-going charm, gentle and patient care, or mischievous but harmless teasing. They would make your child feel welcome without hesitation. They might even go out of their way to engage with your child.

— Shunsui, Jushiro, Kisuke, Shinji*, Gin, Hisagi

They would be more reserved in their response, taking the time to process the situation without any outward display of surprise. While they may not be immediately hands-on, they would acknowledge your child’s presence respectfully and ensure they were not inconvenienced.

— Byakuya, Kira, Aizen, Toshiro [Adult]

These guys would likely react with an initial blunt comment out of surprise—something along the lines of, “Wait, you have a kid?”—but would quickly accept the reality without overthinking it. If anything, they’d find amusement in your child’s presence and might even encourage them to be rowdier, seeing how they handle a chaotic environment.

— Ichigo, Renji, Kenpachi, Shinji*

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Can I possibly get a most romantically affectionate Bleach women

Sorry love. The only female character I write for is Unohana. So I wouldn’t be able to give a suitable response. I provide answers based on the characters I write for.

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hellooo Minaaa. How are you? How is life treating you?❤️ Can i come in with another request? I loved your last fic about dating Hisagi as Kyoraku's daughter. Can I ask something similar but dating Ichigo as Kisuke Urahara's daughter? (I have a personal canon that Kisuke would actually be a great dad). Obviously no pressure and only if the idea inspires you. Take caaaare! - @hellaarknight

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I have been too excited to post this! My favourite strawberry getting a reality check by Kisuke 2.0. Once again, it was a pleasure fulfilling this request for you, luv

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˚₊‧꒰ა Ichigo had no idea what he was getting into when he started dating you. He thought he was just falling for a normal, albeit slightly eccentric, girl with a sharp wit and a tendency to be annoyingly good at predicting his moves in battle. He didn’t realise he was stepping into a world of absolute chaos, curated by your father.

˚₊‧꒰ა He quickly learned that dating you came with a full package of unusual experiences. You weren’t just your father’s daughter in name—you had that same crafty intelligence, the same tendency to mess with people just for the fun of it. You made Ichigo’s life harder in ways that only someone raised by Kisuke could.

˚₊‧꒰ა Ichigo did appreciate how you didn’t idolise him like some of his peers did. Instead, you challenged him, poked fun at his stubbornness, and occasionally mocked his overly serious nature. It was refreshing, even if it occasionally made him grumble under his breath.

˚₊‧꒰ა Your father, however, had made things more complicated than necessary. Kisuke had a habit of ‘dropping in’ at the worst possible moments.

˚₊‧꒰ა One time, he strolled in while the two of you were sharing a rare peaceful moment on the shop’s rooftop. Ichigo had been leaning against the railing, looking out at the stars, when Kisuke popped up behind him. “Ah, Kurosaki-san, enjoying the view? Should I be concerned about my precious daughter’s virtue, or can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself?”

˚₊‧꒰ა The way Kisuke said it, with that infuriatingly calm and playful tone, made Ichigo choke on air. You rolled your eyes and threw an empty soda can at your father, which he dodged effortlessly. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, Dad, go away.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Kisuke took his role as ‘embarrassing father’ far too seriously. He had once suggested Ichigo and you spar together as a ‘bonding exercise’ while slyly remarking, “It’ll be good practice for when you inevitably need to protect each other from catastrophic death scenarios. You know, like a typical Tuesday.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ichigo often found himself wondering how much of Kisuke’s antics you inherited. You had a habit of pranking him in subtle, irritating ways. Like the time you switched his phone’s ringtone to Kisuke’s voice saying, “Kurosaki-kun, you’ve got a call. Don’t let them down, hero,” in an overly dramatic voice.

˚₊‧꒰ა Training sessions were the worst. Ichigo would be minding his own business, trying to get stronger, and suddenly you’d be there, throwing in unexpected obstacles. One time, you turned his Bankai training into a massive game of tag, using flash steps and illusions to frustrate him to no end. “Come on, strawberry, if you can’t catch me, how do you expect to defeat an actual enemy?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t sure what was more annoying—the fact that you were right, or the fact that your father had been watching from the sidelines, taking notes and muttering, “Fascinating. I should try this on Tessai.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Speaking of Tessai, he became your unofficial chaperone whenever Urahara was ‘too busy’ to do it himself. The man took his job seriously. Ichigo once tried to kiss you while you were out on a walk, only to hear a deep, rumbling voice behind him: “I wouldn’t recommend that.” He nearly jumped out of his skin.

˚₊‧꒰ა The worst part? You found it hilarious. “Come on, Tessai, at least let him get to second base before you start looming.” Ichigo almost died right then and there.

˚₊‧꒰ა The shop was always a dangerous place for him. If your dad wasn’t prying into your relationship like a nosy old woman, then the rest of the crew were. Jinta and Ururu had a betting pool on how long he’d survive dating you. Jinta was convinced Ichigo would either be driven insane or end up poisoned by one of your dad’s ‘experimental’ dinners.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Oi, Kurosaki, you ever think about breaking up with her? No shame in admitting you’re scared.” Jinta had a black eye for a week after that.

˚₊‧꒰ა Ichigo knew you were dangerous, but there were times you were terrifying in ways that even Hollows couldn’t match. Once, Renji made the mistake of underestimating you in a sparring match, and you completely wiped the floor with him. Ichigo had never seen Renji look so embarrassed. He still hadn’t recovered.

˚₊‧꒰ა “So you’re telling me you were trained by the guy who took down Aizen, and you still lost?” Rukia had been relentless. Ichigo hadn’t stopped laughing for days—until you turned on him next. “Oh, you think it’s funny? Come on then, strawberry, let’s see how well you do.” He regretted everything.

˚₊‧꒰ა Ichigo’s friends all had different reactions to your relationship. Orihime thought you were the coolest person ever and constantly gushed about how ‘romantic’ it was that Ichigo had fallen for someone as strong and smart as you. Chad, as usual, just accepted it silently. Ishida, however, was absolutely convinced this was a conspiracy.

˚₊‧꒰ა “There is NO WAY you willingly entered this relationship, Kurosaki. I refuse to believe it. Tell me that Urahara-san tricked you.” Ichigo, frustrated, snapped back, “What the hell does that even mean?” But deep down, he understood. Your dad was way too pleased about the whole thing. It was suspicious.

˚₊‧꒰ა Rukia and Renji were quick to offer their opinions when they found out about your relationship. Rukia had raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Urahara’s daughter, huh? That explains why you’ve been acting more paranoid than usual. Do you think she’s secretly plotting something?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Renji, on the other hand, had clapped Ichigo on the back so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of him. "”Good luck, man. If you thought Kisuke was bad, wait until Yoruichi finds out. She’s gonna have a field day with this.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Yoruichi did find out, and her teasing was relentless. “So, Ichigo, do you prefer the mystery of Urahara’s schemes or the wildness of his daughter’s pranks? Must be a wild ride either way.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Urahara had this habit of dropping weird, cryptic comments about your relationship that made Ichigo paranoid. “Ahhh, young love. Such a fleeting, fragile thing. I do wonder how it will all end…” He would be left wondering if your dad had seen some terrible vision of the future or if he was just messing with him.

˚₊‧꒰ა You had no problem exploiting your dad’s tendency to meddle. Once, when Ichigo was being particularly stubborn about resting after a mission, you casually went, “Oh well, guess I’ll just tell my dad you’re overexerting yourself. I’m sure he’d love to get involved.” Ichigo was suddenly very willing to sit down and take a break.

˚₊‧꒰ა Ichigo often found himself dragged into your father’s experiments or plans, whether he liked it or not. “It builds character,” Kisuke would say, usually while Ichigo was covered in soot or fending off some bizarre creation.

˚₊‧꒰ა You weren’t always on Kisuke’s side, though. When he pushed too far, you were quick to call him out. “Dad, stop using Ichi as a guinea pig for your weird science projects. I’m starting to think you like him more than me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ichigo was thankful for how you stood up to your father, even if it sometimes made him nervous. “You really don’t pull any punches with him, do you?” he’d ask.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Someone’s got to keep him in line. Besides, he can take it,” you’d reply with a shrug.

˚₊‧꒰ა Ichigo’s family loved you. Karin admired your sharp tongue and ability to match her sarcasm, while Yuzu adored how kind you were when no one else was looking. Isshin, however, was far too enthusiastic.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Ah, my son has finally found someone worthy! A daughter-in-law from the legendary Urahara family!” Isshin had cried dramatically, earning groans of embarrassment from both you and Ichigo.

˚₊‧꒰ა Ichigo would never admit it, but there was something comforting about how seamlessly you fit into his life. You understood the weight of battle, the exhaustion, the constant struggle between life and death. You never pitied him, never treated him like a tragic hero. If anything, you made things lighter, easier.

˚₊‧꒰ა That didn’t mean you didn’t make fun of him. Oh no, you absolutely did. “So let me get this straight—you get stabbed at least twice a month, you keep fighting god-level enemies, and you still have to do your homework? Amazing. Truly inspiring.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Despite all the teasing, you were fiercely protective of him. The moment someone tried to mess with him, you were at his side, sharp-eyed and ready to ruin someone’s day. Ichigo had been caught off guard the first time it happened, but he couldn’t deny it was nice having someone who had his back so aggressively.

˚₊‧꒰ა There was a time when he was badly injured, and your dad was the one treating him. He remembered waking up, vision still hazy, and hearing Urahara say, “You know, Kurosaki-kun, if you die, I don’t know if my daughter will ever forgive you.” That was the moment Ichigo realised just how deep he was in.

˚₊‧꒰ა Your relationship was a mix of chaos, ridiculous schemes, and genuine moments of understanding. Sometimes, it felt like your dad was some omnipotent trickster god just waiting to make Ichigo’s life difficult. Other times, it felt like you were the only person who truly got him.

˚₊‧꒰ა One night, after a particularly hard battle, Ichigo found himself at the shop, exhausted but unable to rest. You sat next to him on the rooftop, watching the stars, and said, “You’re always trying to carry everything yourself. It’s annoying.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “What, you want me to slack off?” he muttered. “No, I want you to remember that you don’t have to do everything alone.”

˚₊‧꒰ა That was the moment he realised—despite all the insanity that came with dating you, he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if it meant dealing with your dad for the rest of his life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Hisagi, Ryuken, Uryu

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Who are your top 5 favorite shinigamis and quincies each?

These questions always make me panic. My brain tends to go blank 😔

Quincy

Jugram

Ryuken

Askin

Uryu

Masaki (gotta give love to her; she’s amazing)

Shinigami

Shunsui

Jushiro

Ichigo

Kisuke

Byakuya

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Ooooh, how do you think the bleach men would react to such a disease, either in themselves or others?

Realize this might be toeing the line of a request, but I'm so intrigued!

A/N: For the hanahaki disease. I had to revise this a bit. Such lovely angst >.< For them experiencing the disease because, why not, more angst.

Suffer in silence but try to endure it. They would hide their condition as long as possible, unwilling to burden others. They would continue their duties, ignoring the pain and coughing up petals in private. Some might accept their fate rather than confess, believing their love is either impossible or not worth imposing on the other person.

— Byakuya, Jugram, Aizen, Ulquiorra, Ryuken, Kira, Yhwach

Confess to end the pain, even if it meant rejection. They would struggle with their pride or fears but ultimately choose to confess, not necessarily expecting reciprocation. They would rather face rejection than suffer the disease’s consequences, valuing resolution over silent agony.

— Ichigo, Renji, Hisagi, Shinji, Bazz-B

Desperately trying to find a cure instead of confessing. Rather than risking emotional vulnerability, they would focus on finding a medical or spiritual cure. They would view the disease as an obstacle to be overcome logically rather than emotionally, resorting to any means necessary to eliminate it.

— Kisuke, Askin, Uryu

Treat it lightly, hiding their pain with jokes or nonchalance. They would mask their suffering with humour or casual indifference, brushing it off even as their condition worsened. They would act as if it’s no big deal, avoiding serious conversations while secretly struggling.

— Shunsui, Gin, Grimmjow

Open about it but not necessarily expecting a happy ending. They would acknowledge their feelings and the disease without shame but wouldn’t necessarily push for reciprocation. They would let their love be known and accept whatever outcome follows, whether it's a cure or their own demise.

— Jushiro, Toshiro, Starrk

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Which bleach men have the biggest man titties? Rank them from biggest to smallest plz

A/N: This was perhaps the hardest list to make, especially after the first 6-8 characters. I had no idea who to put after since most of them tend to appear slim. Some can be switched around, others, at the same level.

Zaraki

Shunsui

Yhwach

Kisuke

Ichigo

Renji

Jushiro

Hisagi

Aizen

Byakuya

Jugram

Grimmjow

Bazz-B

Starrk

Gin

Ryuken

Uryu

Askin

Shinji

Kira

Ulquiorra

Toshiro

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not a request but related to the ask of the men into titties, do you think they would care for the size? 😔✊

I don’t see a reason for the chosen characters to be affected by the size of your titties. Once they’re with you, what you got, they’ll appreciate it to the max ☺️. Titties are titties, love them in all sizes 😁

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Is Aizen into thighs????

He’s into plotting and manipulation lol. Aizen (imo) is someone who doesn’t have a preference. He is literally the ‘personality’ guy if he had to choose

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Which bleach men are into titties?

A/N: A titties appreciation post for the men who adore titties greatly 😏💕

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — the man, the myth, the legend. He would ABSOLUTELY enjoy breasts. He’d love burying his face in them, teasing with his lips and hands, and using them for comfort. And if you lactate, you’re the best thing to walk the earth. “Now this is worth investing in, sweetheart. What kind of man would I be to have all this sweetness goin’ to waste?”

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐤 — sleeps on them, sticks a nipple in his mouth while sleeping, buries his face between them to drown out the noise, stress toys, you name it all, Starrk has done it all. Better than any pillow—suffocate him with a nice pair when you ride him.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 — as soft as he is, a nice pair to sleep on or cushion his fall when he faints, makes him appreciate a lovely pair all the more. His praises are so sweet and reverent, kisses all over as well. And if you lactate, he’s indulging under the guise of breastmilk having nutritious properties given his illness. Never thought he would have a lactation kink under all that gentleness.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 — whipped cream on your titties for dessert? Uses the hell out of his tongue piercing to tease you, and if you lactate, milk for breakfast, straight from the source. He’d say some random stuff like, “moo moo, time to milk ya babes,” or “time to fed ya baby.” Even if you didn’t lactate, he’s obsessed with them, and falls asleep with his face or hand on a side.

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 — is there anything this man doesn’t appreciate? He’d tease, lick, and suck on them with lazy enthusiasm, knowing exactly how to make it pleasurable for both parties. Probably his favourite place to sample dessert off, always under the guise of “experimentation.” It’s a great to use for distracting him—works every time.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — a casual but thorough hedonist, he’d love teasing, sucking, and fondling, enjoying the sensation against his face or palms while making cheeky comments. Dessert off your titties? Yes, absolutely. They’re probably sore the next day and swollen.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — despite his composed nature, he’d have a deep appreciation for breasts, likely enjoying their softness against his hands and mouth. A little—long actually—suckle after a stressful day—his place of comfort or escape. If his mouth isn’t attached to yours or your neck, it’s those babes on your chest...fervently, like nectar might pour out.

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — acts like he’s shy, but when you pop them out for him, his mouth is attached as if water from the heavens poured out with every suck, and he doesn’t like to let go until he’s ready to stop. Leave that man and his source of comfort alone. You feel so good in his mouth.

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 — he’s a rough man, and he enjoys curves. He wouldn’t be delicate about it—he’d squeeze, bite, and enjoy them in a possessive way. You would have hickeys and bite marks littered across your chest before the day is over. You would have to pry him off with the jaws of life, otherwise, you’ll be sore.

𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 — acts like he isn’t into a nice soft pair and doesn’t grow flustered when they get pressed against him or in his face when you’re riding him. Loses his mind if you ever slide his cock between them while giving him a blowjob.

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 — tries to act indifferent about them, but loves a nice pair and shows appreciation in private. He is much gentler with his touch when showing his interest, and loves to press his lips upon them during intimate moments.

𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 — loves a pretty pair to bury his face snugly and comfortably between. To hold and squeeze like a lifeline—falls asleep on a pair, maybe some love to your titties as he sleeps with your tit in his mouth. Stares A LOT but also gets shy if you point it out. Swears that your breasts were a gift and acts like nectar exists each time he suckled.

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Can’t believe I forgot (shame on me):

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 — whatever it is you’re doing, his eyes or hands are always on your ass. If you’re cuddling, he’s pulling off your pants to bite and kiss it, leave hickeys, and literally play with your ass. Slap it around and watch those cheeks jiggle like a cat with their favourite toy. And when he grabs your ass, it’s a handful he’s groping and squeezing. He’s napping on them to, not letting go at all.

Which bleach men are into asses?

A/N: Hmm, this one was a little harder than expected since they’re always surrounded by women with big boobs and barely gave the impression that they love a nice butt lol.

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳-𝐁 — 100% into it. He’s a rough grabber, a spanker, and an absolute sucker for watching it bounce. He enjoys groping, gripping, and leaving prints behind after a good slap.

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — of course he’s into it. He likes the roughness, likes grabbing onto flesh that gives under his hands, leaving bruises with the sheer force of his grip. Big, plush, or toned—if it feels good under his hands, he’s obsessed.

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — he’s got a thing for curves in general, but an ass he can squeeze and slap playfully? That’s exactly his style. He enjoys lounging with his hands resting on a nice round rear, giving teasing little squeezes. And probably taking naps on a nice pair that feels like pillows—gives him the best dreams ever.

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — he tries not to make a big deal out of it, but he loves an ass he can grip onto. His hands naturally go there when he's in the mood, and once he's got a hold of it, he's not letting go.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 — he strikes me as an ass man. There’s just something about him that screams ‘ass.’ He enjoys an ass that is nice and firm, he’ll appreciate it. Something to hold onto for good measures.

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 — he’s a playful ass man. Loves teasing, loves sneaking a touch, loves watching the way someone reacts to a squeeze. He enjoys the feel of it, but even more, he enjoys playing with it.

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Hiiii, I just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing and keep up with the amazing work, lots of love ❤️

Thank you a lot, love. I will continue to do my best

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Part 2 of which of the bleach men would be ecstatic to find out that the reader is a squirter?

Sorry anon, but there isn’t a part 2. I already stated which of the bleach men I think would be into reader squirting.