#bleach/gender neutral! reader

[huecomymundo]

Salutations! Welcome to my corner of the internet! I'm not new to tumblr, I've been around the block~ So here's what to expect from me:

Writing! Oc's! X Reader! This is a request blog! Send me your request, and I may or may not write it! I'm doing this for free, and will only have so many slots for requests.

This is an NSFW blog! If you are a minor, please do not interact with my NSFW or ask for it. You will not receive it.

Requests unspecified to be a: Drabble (short but sweet), Headcanon's, or a short story/scenario (full fics are not offered at this time, because that means 1000+ words and words are hard lol) will be randomly chosen by ~moi~ so if you want something specific, you MUST include it.

I only write x Male Reader or Gender Neutral for personal reasons. Besides.. There isn't enough Male Reader's out there. 😏

I'll have 5 slots open for requests.. Now, just straight up asking me a plain 'character x reader' is fine and dandy! but.. The more specific you are, the more I can write! Example: Kenpachi x Shy! Male reader going on a cute but embarrassing date (because Zaraki loves embarrassing him 💜) give's me more to work with since it gives me a set personality I can build around, instead of doing everything myself. Which I have no problems with!

You can request up to 9 character's max, but be aware that the writing will be shorter or vary in length.

It's acceptable to ask for:

-X reader (will be Male or Gender Neutral as a given.) Please specify if you want SFW or NSFW, and who's topping/bottoming in the NSFW scenario.

-Character x Character (Ships include: Kisuke x Aizen, Gin x Rangiku, Shunsui x Jushiro, Gojo x Geto, Yomo x Uta, you get it!) Self Inserts/OC x Character is something your better off commissioning me. I will not write your OC for nothing..

-Fetish writing (ex: Pregnancy/Mpreg, Cumflation, belly bulge, overstim, spit, more cum, bondage, all those lovely things.) If you have a specific kink you want written, then tell me about it.

-Fluff, Angst, or Slice of Life.. Etc. If you have something you specifically want, make sure to include it or you might not get what you want.

-An emotinally traumatic event. Such as death of a loved one, still birth, loss of a body part, so on. If it's anything extreme/beyond that, I will ask you to send me a DM/ask detailing on how you want me to go about it. I love writing about heavy subject's!

Don't be shy! I don't bite! This isn't an outline of what you should say in an ask, so don't worry if you go beyond what I've listed.

The fandoms I will loyally work for:

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Bleach

-Tokyo Ghoul

They are a large comfort margin to me as I am the most familiar with their universes, and the character's. I've written alot of personal fics and original character's with these fandoms, and I will die for them.

There is also a possibility you will see another fandom guest star here, or someone might just be so convincing I'll write for another fandom~

It's a bonus if you ask for a character whom is blorbo- meaning I'll write extra for them! The one's with hearts are my utmost favorites.

Which I'll list!

-Geto Suguru 💙

-Kenjaku💜

-Uta ❤

-Tokinada Tsunayashiro 💚

-Toji Fushiguro/Toji Zen'in

-Ulquiorra Cifer

-Aizen Sosuke

-Kisuke Urahara

-Gin Ichimaru

Those are the faves~ If thou ask, ye shall receive..

You may also inquire about my Oc's! I don't think anyone really cares if I do or don't list them, so if your interested send an ask for one or all three of the fandoms, and I'll blab about my kids.. My very tall, older than me kids.

Now everybody's least favorite- The things I won't do:

-Anything relating to Fem! Reader. I'm a gay man, and I love men. That is my preference, I don't have to write what I'm not comfortable with. If your unhappy about that, oh well! It's my blog, not yours. (I've written it for asks before, if your curious. Please do not ask for it.)

-Extreme/Gross fetishes. Meaning- anything to do with scat, watersports, diapers, de-aging.. You get the idea.

-ANYTHING, anything relating to sexual assult. I will absolutely not write about rape and never will. Everything I write is consensual. I will write a scenario where it's a agreed upon act between the character's and part of the foreplay. Consent is given and a relationship is established. There is no 'one party wants and the other doesn't.'

-I will not write about Minors in any sexual fashion, because no. Absolutely not.

-Abuse. I will not write physically abusing someone. They can do all the drugs they want, drink all they want, but they will not raise a hand against their lover. You can ask for past abuse, but I will not write present abuse.

-I will not kill a character just because You don't like them.

-Anything morally questionable, if the character isn't already so. If it's out of character, you must negotiate with me. (Being morally questionable, for someone like say, Kisuke, to murder someone. I need a reason why he would do such a thing.. But OOC is not something you need to negotiate with me, and can be asked for. Such an example, is cuddly Tokinada. That's fine.) Dead Dove content is not my thing, sorry.

That's it (for now) of what I won't do.

If you have any questions/comments/concerns about anything, feel free to DM me or send an ask!

I'm open to chat, but as I have a life I may have spaced out posting and replies. If you are pushy about your request it will take longer! Feel free to send an ask about your request if you are unsure if I got it.

If you are mean/disrespectful to me I have every right to block you without warning. I will not tolerate hate directed twords me and my audience.

FIVE OUT OF FIVE SLOTS TAKEN: check the pinned post for wip update's! Please be patient because writing takes time and thinking. I take my time so I can give quality writing. Remember I am a person too, and have a life outside of tumblr.

SLOT 1- Byakuya Kuchiki x Gin Ichimaru Fic (WIP, ask received!)

SLOT 2- Sub! Byakuya x Dom! Reader (WIP, ask received!)

SLOT 3- Shunsui/Ukitake Comforting M! Reader who had a really bad day, and is snappy! (Ask received!)

SLOT 4- Shinji getting his back blown out (Ask received!)

SLOT 5- Enemies To Lover's Top! Tokinada x Male! Reader /history is tense btwn these two 👀/ (Ask received!)

If you want to commission me, it's a huge help! And will help me keep writing. You get a quality fanfic specially written for you, and I get to write for you. I also draw! I will write and draw for you for money. Prices are negotiable.

(Yes its alot of tags because I intend on writing, requests or no.)

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[solannn]

﹙frank ocean ﹚ ───  super rich kids with nothing but loose ends . ”

⁰⁰⁰ㅤㅤ⏖ I WRITE FOR : male or gender-neutral reader or original characters (bottom / subtop ), ftm reader, yandere characters, feminization, spanking, BDSM, creampie, breeding, thigh riding, degradation, dark content 𝒢𝜚

—𐂯ㅤㅤI REFUSE TO WRITE FOR ( ˊπˋ ) ; female reader, incest/stepcest, race play, scat, rape, pedophilia, self-harm, piss kinks, self-harm kink or any of the sort.

[deathbxnny]

You and Me here. | Kisuke Urahara x Gn!Reader

This is so self-indulgent omg... but I've been feeling motivated to write so much lately, so this is my official and first offering to the Bleach fandom-

Synopsis: Kisuke always had secret worries regarding your relationship and past together. He felt like your choice to still be there with him was out of necessity due to your unfortunate situation... but you're more content with it than he may think.

Content: Vague mentions of Kisuke's past, angst, fluff, established romantic relationship, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not fully proofread))

When you gave up your life in the Seireitei for the man you loved more than life itself, you were asked why you'd do such a foolish thing for him. Was he really worth it? Worth the banishment and exile from your home and old life? Worth the pain and agony of knowing you could never return? Worth losing identity, your family, your friends, your status… Everything?

And your answer back then, the one that led you to now calmly stand in a small kitchen, humming to yourself peacefully as you made breakfast, was yes. He was worth it. Even if the man himself, legendary Kisuke Urahara, former captain and prodigy, thought otherwise.

The morning sun was filtering in through the open windows of the Urahara shop, the chirping of the birds and rustling of trees alike blending in with the sound of you pouring tea into a cup. It was way too early for any of the two children, which you considered your own, to be awake, and therefore, you took in this moment of idilic peace for as long as you could. Gentle and careful hands suddenly then grabbed onto your hips, familiar blonde locks tickling the side of your face, as a certain someone took a content breath of your sweet scent and food you had made. "Morning, my love." He hummed into your ear, his thumbs absently rubbing circles into your hips in silent thanks. You turned your head with a smile, one that made his tense shoulders relax. "Good morning, Kisuke... did I wake you?" Your voices were hushed, not wanting to wake anyone.

The man closed his eyes and hummed a lazy 'no' into your neck, unwilling to move away from you despite the tasty breakfast practically dangling infont of him. "That's good... come on, let's eat before the kids come." You chuckle, dragging the man into his chair and handing him his well-deserved meal. It was a routine you both had fallen into over the many years, centuries, you've spent here now in your home. But today... you were quick to notice the difference in your lover's behavior. What would usually be filled with a morning of teasing words and laughter was now simply silent and solemn. You could feel the unsure energy shift, the nervousness in his pensive gaze that turned to the window, the unsaid words that lingered in the air that must've burned on his tongue.

You could tell he was thinking about something important, which he always did in the form of new plans and equally as questionable experiments. But you knew there was something else on his mind this time, something much more sinister, perhaps. You've known him for way too long not to notice, of course. And he must've known that, as he placed down his cup of tea with a sigh. "Yoruichi is coming to visit today. I hope you don't mind taking over the morning shift for a while? I'll reward you with a kiss if you do~!" He attempted to fake his usual playful tone, quick to stand with no further elaboration, not that he really needed to. His old companion visiting was not unusual, and if anything, it was more than welcome. But that wasn't what made you arch a brow. "Sure... are you okay, Kisuke?" You asked, watching as the man passed you and made his way out of the kitchen with a hum.

"More than okay~!" He sang out, and you had no time to inquire about his issue any further when Jinta and Ururu came rushing in for their share of the breakfast, too. Your eyes lingered on his retreating form, lips pressed together in worry that you pushed away for the sake of the starving kids.

"Y'know... I believe you're just overthinking this again." Yoruichi hummed, her hand idly swishing around her cup of milk tea as she spoke. She knew the man well, and therefore was easily able to tell what exactly was bothering him. "Besides... if they really were unhappy here with you... then they would've never followed you to begin with. You should know that." The blonde sighed at her words, knowing she was right. But even so, there was something in him that still disagreed. It was irrational, very much emotionally driven, than anything else. It has been bothering him for decades now, corrupting his mind and leaving him restless on most nights, even when you've never left his side for more than a day in all your time here. So what was it that made him still doubt the sincerity in your choices?

"I... am aware of that. But that doesn't make me feel better about it." "So you're feeling guilty?" He bowed his head to conveniently sip on some tea as she said those painfully true words, which confirmed her suspicions. Putting her cup down with a slight thud, the woman crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. They've had this conversation many, many times before. And whilst she understood his worries to some extent, she didn't want him to ruin what he had with you. You were good for him. More than he could ever acknowledge.

"Urahara Kisuke!" She called out, leaning forward with a narrow of her eye. "Have you even slightly attempted to bring this up to them? I bet they'd be more than elated to tell you about how much they love you. I'd know..." She said, a small grin tugging at her lips at all the times she had to listen to you do that exact thing. But the man still looked stubbornly unconvinced. "Yoruichi-" "-Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say." She attempted to mock his posture, clearly trying to get her point across once and for all. "Oh, but they ultimately had no choice! They would've had to leave one way or another!"

"Is that really how I sound to you?" The man asked, his eyes hidden by the shadow of his stripped bucket hat. The cat woman gave him a stern glare, clearly not liking that he was avoiding the situation again. He was intelligent and brilliant in many things... until it came to you and your feelings for him. You've been a couple for many decades now... and yet, he still acted as though he made you to at gunpoint. It would be funny if she wasn't so exhausted of it. And she was sure that you, too, were starting to catch onto his insecure thoughts and shenanigans.

Back then, before your life's in the world of the living, his worries mostly surrounded his unexpressed feelings for you. He didn't think he was worth your affections, especially not if other captains like Shinji existed, who had already tried his luck with you. And Yoruichi remembered how hard she had to fight to make the man in front of her even consider speaking to you again afterward. It was a struggle, but now she can say she was proud of herself for pulling through... until the next challenge came by in the form of whatever this was supposed to be.

Shaking her head, she tilted her head at him, eyes now alot softer in knowing empathy. "Listen. I get it. What they did, everything they've sacrificed, it was crazy. But that's just proof that they love you more than you know... man, for someone who's supposed to be a prodigy, you're painfully dense." Kisuke chuckled weakly at her words, his eyes glinting slightly in the sun with an unreadable look in them. "Hm... maybe you're right." Yoruichi felt her eye twitch. "I know I'm right!"

Pushing the door to the shop open, Kisuke stepped inside and let out a hum when the familiar sound of your and the kid's laughter filled his ears. He considered himself lucky to hear it, no matter how many times he did. Many years ago, when he first met and began developing his deep rooting feelings for you, he dreamt of coming home to moments like these. Leaning his body against the doorway to the small living room, he watched you three play a silly board game together. You were smiling brightly, hand reaching out to mess with Jinta's red hair, whilst Ururu cuddled into your side on the couch.

Yoruichi's words rang in his mind, reminding him of all the good he had in his life through your presence in it. And you were beautiful like this. So radiant and alive. You had changed alot since your time in the Seireitei and know that Kisuke was watching you so closely, he realised that you've changed for the better. You were free and could be yourself here. Here with him. Your eyes suddenly found his, and it felt like he was breathing again. You were the air that filled his lungs, as without you, he'd die. His world was worth nothing before you came into his life.

"Kisuke! Come play with us!" You called out, patting an empty spot next to you. The man gave you his usual grin back, quick to do as you asked. And as the children were momentarily distracted to ponder over their next moves, you leaned your head against his, your lips brushing against his ear lovingly. "Do you feel better?" You asked, and he chuckled gently in response. You were so perceptive. But that would be a conversation for another day, as he was beginning to understand his own misconceptions and flaws regarding your own feelings. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, a kiss pressed to your cheek affectionately before he responded.

"Yes. I feel better now. Thank you."

[marionettesgarden]

BITE ME | grimmjow x reader

SYNOPSIS. in which—a dumb human asks a dumb question. seriously, grimmjow would throttle you if he wasn't concerned that you would lose more of the braincells that you so desperately need.

CONTENT. fluff, slight ooc!grimmjow, gn!reader, no use of y/n, ambiguous reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, denial of feelings, soft!grimmjow, unreliable narrator

WORD COUNT. 458

AUTHOR'S NOTE. just a little thought i quickly jotted down that i ended up expanding upon! idk what it is abt grimmjow but i LOVE HIM lol!! i also really want to expand more on their relationship bc i have so many more ideas written down! anyways, enjoy my first work on here!

It was a fairly normal day. You weaved your fingers between his light blue strands as he used your lap as his own personal pillow.

But, of course, you had to open your mouth.

“Hey, what do you think my soul tastes like?”

He snapped back, “Ya want ta get eaten by a hollow that badly, or what?”

That draws a little laugh from you and, without realizing it, his body relaxes further beneath the soothing sounds you emit. 

Looking at you now, all flesh, laughter, and everything else that marked you as one of the living, he wonders how you would taste. Would it be the warm spice of sunny afternoons spent lounging on your couch as you played whatever inane movie you found? Sweet, like the damn decadent pastries you’d sometimes bring home and shove down his throat? Bitter? Some indescribable taste he could never fathom? Or, worse, nothing?

His brow furrows. He feels the tension return, the emptiness he could never sate amplifies as his stomach twists itself into knots.

You wouldn’t taste good, he half-heartedly snorts, if how his body reacts is any indication. No, he’s quite sure you’d taste dreadful. You serve more use alive and tending to his every need than as some one time meal he likely wouldn’t enjoy. 

Despite convincing himself of this, there was still an unnecessary tension in his body. He surmises it to be some leftover instinct from when he was an adjuchas. After all, he had already laid claim to your space, to you. No wonder he was getting all pissed, he always had hated the thought of others messing with what was his.

He huffs, shifting to lay face up on your lap, long limbs stretching with an almost feline likeness as he shamelessly takes up your space. 

“You’re mine, got it? Ain’t lettin’ a damn thing touch what’s mine.”

Now that gets a reaction out of you. He’d never admit aloud that he enjoys the flustered look on your face. Teasing you was just so easy. He never really had the chance to lightheartedly tease someone, such was the nature of hollows whose sole purpose was to survive.

“Yours, huh?” He preens a little at that, at how you so easily admitted it. “You wouldn’t be interested in even a tiny little nibble?”

He shifts, now laying on his side and facing away from you.

“Like I’d even enjoy eatin’ ya in the first place.” His tone, offended as he lazily grumbled.

You laugh again and, this time, he allows the muscles in his face to move and pull his lips into a semblance of a smile. 

Yeah, he thinks as he sinks deeper into you and the couch, he likes you better alive.

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[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Sosuke Aizen Headcanons: Aizen's Majesty (Redone?) (Bleach)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! This chapter will have Sosuke Aizen as a yandere and his base traits as one! Enjoy this chapter!] 

(Disclaimer: Sosuke Aizen is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Sosuke Aizen From Bleach-

.Aizen has a god complex, that is for sure, there is no denying that. 

.He is mostly a polite and soft-spoken man. 

.This does not change when he met you, a sweet and beautiful soul. 

.He wanted to cherish your soul and keep you away from the rest of the world. 

.He is almost always calm and polite with you. 

.Being very sweet and kind with you and loving you more than he ever loves anyone else. 

.He also uses your first name, even if you asked him not to. He still would refer to you by your given name. 

.In private, when it is just you and him, he will use sweet pet names to shower you with love and show you how sweet you are to him. 

.Aizen also is very casual and informal with you, being very kind to you and friendly with you, as if you and him were husband and spouse. 

.He can really get under your skin with how forward he is with his feelings for you, and how he does not get angry with you or lash out at you. 

.He will have a long conversation with you, and no matter how irritated you get with him he just smiles at you with so much love and the obsession that he hides very well. 

.No One would believe you with you saying Aizen was creepy to you, as you do get an off feeling with him around you. 

.Aizen is just so nice and no one would understand why you have an off feeling with him. 

.He came off first as a well-liked, charming, caring, and kind man. 

.People would have thought you were just being cruel to Aizen for saying he creeps you out. 

.Because even with how Good Aizen is at lying with you his darling he shows a slight obsession with you. 

.So you can sense the danger that he has. 

.He is always watching over you, and making sure that no one is getting close to you. 

.He can tell you are uneasy around him and he will have to remedy that. 

.But of course, he manipulates everyone around you, making them think that you are in a relationship with him. That you two are just going through a rough patch. 

.So no one tries to hit on you or tell you they have feelings for you, cause everyone respects Aizen. 

.They even try to encourage you to make up with him. 

.He is actively gaslighting you and now everyone thinks you are being unfair to your boyfriend. 

.You feel like you are going insane and he tells you it is okay, that he still loves you and will be patient with you. 

.It does not matter if you lash out at him, he will keep that smile in place and will still be by your side. 

.Of course, his mask could not stay up forever and it finally slipped thanks to Ichigo. 

.Everyone first thought you were with Aizen, but when you finally screamed at them he manipulated all of them, and they realized you were never ever with Aizen. 

.They are very apologetic and try to mend friendships with you. 

.Though your friend Momo is still in denial about Aizen and you. It is best to stay away from her. 

.Aizen had not been able to take you with him because of Ichigo. 

.He is beyond pissed he could not take you with him.  .He really does not care for almost anyone and is willing to use anyone to get what he wants. 

.He has his eyes still on you, watching whatever you do. 

.He actually misses you and longs for you to be by his side. 

.He wants to be his co-ruler and his majesty, to be his deity that will become a deity when he becomes a god. 

.You are the only one worthy of his love, and worthy to stand by his side, as the love of his life, his spouse, his majesty, his deity, his everything! YOU ARE HIS! 

.He would have stalked you and been also a very manipulative yandere. 

.Once he gets the chance he will have one of his Espada to kidnap you for him.

.You would be collared and have your spirit energy cut off and take your zanpoktou away from you. 

.He has made you defenseless. 

.Now that he does not have his mask up he does not have to hide his feelings for you. 

.He can touch you all he wants now and make love to you. 

.He would drug you to make you enjoy it and to make you submit to him. 

.Which will further manipulate and break your mind. 

.He will use mind games with you, making you realize that he loves you, and making you think he is the only man for you. 

.He believes he is the only man good enough for you and will break your mind and build you back up. So that he can he can have a life with you. 

.By the slim chance he had a rival or after he left the soul society and you had been with someone other than him. 

.He will bring them to Hucho Mundo and have them killed in front of you, forcing you to watch them be tortured and destroyed. 

.He would have you on his lap while it happens, touching you and kissing your neck as you watch the person or people you had been with. 

.He will also blame you, telling you if you did not cheat on your husband that he would not have to do this. 

.He would have broken you at this point so you would blame yourself. 

.Aizen knows he had to break you down to make you love him. 

.When he finally broke you he will confess his love once more. 

.You will most likely accept his love, and he will make love to you (he is always the top)  .If you somehow deny his love and hold onto your strength against him he will make you love him. 

.He will keep at it, breaking you, mentally, spiritually, physically, and emotionally. 

.Once he breaks you he will build you up and support you. 

.You now love him and he will help build you back up where you depend on him and only him. 

.Once he was defeated you were broken and did not know what to do. You loved Aizen but knew your love for him was wrong. 

.It took over a decade of therapy but finally, you are feeling like yourself. You still struggle with the damage that Aizen had caused. 

.But then the alarm went off, and Aizen escaped his cell. He will get his hands back on you, and he will slaughter everyone that stole you from him! 

.He was immortal now, and he will make you immortal too! You are His and it does not matter where you go, or who you want to be with. 

.You are his and he will hunt you down and make you his, he has all the time in the world and you are never ever going to escape Aizen, your king, your God, Your, Yandere! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[priestessame]

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✿.｡ //gn reader x Aizen drabble// ✿.｡

✿.｡warnings: Stockholm, manipulation, slightly suggestive, morally grey reader

You couldn't push away the unease even after he is captured. Even as they take him away, thin lines of exhaustion weighing his face and his shoulders sagging, you still didn't believe he was done.

Aizen was a man that won even in defeat.

Who could tell if his own capture wasn't a part of something bigger. Who was to know you wouldn't find him grinning like the chesire cat as he was taken away.

"Nothing would be the same again." He had told you, sent away to be locked up for all eternity.

You had always thought he meant it with bitterness. Despite the honeysuckle smile on his face when he had said it, you always thought he had said it because he was angry. He had to be. He had just lost, everything he built was finally, finally crumbling, he had to be angry.

You should have known Aizen never let his feelings surface, not even when he had lost everything. There was no bitterness on his face, his tone as gentle and lovely as it aways was when he spoke to you.

Even after all of this, you had no idea what he was to you or what you were to him. What would you even name a relation like that?

Too wicked to be called a lover and too kind to be called a master.

He had kept you like you were his most precious doll. Given you the finest things, whispered you the sweetest words and buried his face between your legs for your pleasure. There were times you detested him and yet craved what he so willingly offered.

To have him was holding incomparable power in the palms of your hands. Maybe he picked you because he knew your ambition. Maybe he grew more and more obsessed because he sensed your own hunger for power.

Maybe he knew only he could appeal to the shadows on your soul. Shadows he knows you'll willingly cling to. No matter how noble you pretended to be, no matter if you loved him or not. Maybe all he did was giving a sleeping tiger the taste of blood.

You know what he meant now, as you slowly went back to your life in the soul society. They were never the words of a man that had admitted defeat. After him, everyone who loved you afterwards would pale in comparison. No one would ever come close to his madness, in action, in love or in obsession. Somewhere you'll crave for it silently. You'll go mad seeking that thirst, maybe becoming something even Aizen could not foresee.

Aizen always had one final trick up his sleeve.

And if no one would burn the world for you, you'd be tempted to ignite it yourself. After all, you had seen the throne Aizen sat on, felt its power, and now it was once again empty.

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guys :((( do is start a yan!aizen x morally grey! reader series???? it'll be v dark and v smutty cuz i feel my aizen phase coming backkkk

[kiwicopia]

🔪🔪🔪for aizen

🔞 MDNI | Aizen x GN!Reader (HCs) 🔞

TW: Yandere themes, stalking, manipulation, blackmail, blood & gore, reader put into a dangerous situation, possessiveness & jealousy, bodily harm, reader is referred as Darling.

This man is already terrifying without the added obsession, but with it? He's quite possibly one of THE most dangerous people out there now. Unless you can catch the red flags early on to do something about it, which would be futile anyway, you will never know this man's obsession with you until it's too late.

Everything he does is now centered around you and how he'll eventually get you to be his. All of his plans involving you are methodical, and he sticks to each and every little step without ever straying away from it.

It starts out with stalking, which he's incredibly good at doing. Whether or not you're able to sense him won't matter due to the fact that's he's a master at concealing his spiritual pressure. Doing so allows him to watch your every move so that he knows what you like and dislike, who you're close with, who/what you care about the most, etc. It's all a part of him knowing what he can use against you, if necessary.

His obsession with you brings forth immense amounts of jealousy with him. Gods forbid you spend your time with anyone, let alone any man that isn't him. He's not above killing anyone, as it's part of his plan to try and isolate you so that he can have you, and it doesn't hurt him at all when you're suddenly upset about the sudden disappearance/death of a friend or family member. He'd honestly get jealous over a pet as well, but he probably wouldn't kill it and would most likely threaten to so that you fall in line.

Aizen is definitely not above putting you into dangerous situations so that he can come to your rescue. He'll purposely send low-ranked arrancars to attack you, and he'll watch for a minute or two before he comes to your aid. He can't let his Darling get hurt, can he? At least not too badly, that is.

He understands your fear for him, but he honestly doesn't care. What he doesn't understand is the fact that you're ungrateful for his assistance. Should he have just let you meet your death at the hands of his arrancars? Absolutely not. It's not a part of his plan, and neither was the entire act of you struggling to come to terms that you belong to him now. Can't you see that?

No matter, he has a few tricks up his sleeves. He's quite the master of manipulation, so that's his main tactic to use on you, however, if that doesn't work, then he can always blackmail you. "Darling," he coos, "you wouldn't want to see me angry, would you? You wouldn't want to see everything and everyone you care for to just disappear, right?" He says it in a way that makes you wonder if he's joking or not, but considering everything he's already done, you know he's not messing around.

If all else fails, then he won't hesitate to harm you. Obviously, he won't hurt you too badly. He can't do that to his sweet Darling. Maybe just breaking a leg or both of them. You can't move around with broken legs, can you? Don't worry, he'll take care of you. He's all you need, anyway.

[setsunasbabe]

they propose to you during the eras tour

x gender neutral reader

with aot, bnha, jjk, kny, haikyuu, tokyo rev, bleach, bsd, csm, bllk, hxh, op, naruto, ons characters

the kind of partner who would propose to you during Love Story at a Taylor Swift concert. they saw this idea once on tiktok and directly thought of your obsession for the singer. they don't even like her music that much and proposing at a concert wasn't on their bucketlist. however, when they saw the way you reacted to one of these videos. they decide to put their pride aside and make this moment worth it for you. they asked the person behind you to film so they'd have a souvenir (and a proof) of their proposal. as you're singing along to the song you realise you don't see your partner in your peripheral vision. your heart race slowly rises up but drastically accelerates as you see them crouching on the ground with a box in their hand. as they ask you to marry them you say yes (obviously) and rush to hug them as a tear of happiness rolls down on your cheek. indeed it was rare and you were there.

aot: JEAN KIRSTEIN, mikasa ackerman, ymir, armin arlert, reiner braun

bnha: kyouka jirou, katsuki bakugo, SHOTO TODOROKI, himiko toga, eijirou kirishima, SETSUNA TOKAGE

jjk: YUUJI ITADORI, megumi fushiguro, SATORU GOJO, mai zenin, yuuta okkotsu, choso kamo

kny: IGURO OBANAI, mitsuri kanroji, AKAZA, kanao tsuyuri, kyojuro rengoku

hq: tooru oikawa, IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER, atsumu miya, eita semi, keiji akaashi, morisuke yaku

tokyo rev: takashi mitsuya, SEISHU INUI, rindou haitani, manjiro sano, CHIFUYU MATSUNO

bleach: rukia kuchiki, SHINJI HIRAKO, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, renji abarai, soi fon

bsd: chuuya nakahara, michizo tachihara, tecchou suehiro, LUCY MONTGOMERY, ichiyo higuchi

csm: asa mitaka, denji (he would mess up the lyrics), aki hayakawa, reze, quanxi

bllk: yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, REO MIKAGE, ranze kurona, tabito karasu, rin itoshi

hxh: machi komacine, pakunoda, chrollo lucilfer

op: VINSMOKE SANJI, portgas d. ace, nami, nico robin

naruto: sakura haruno, ROCK LEE, hinata hyuga

ons: mikaela hyakuya, shinya hiragi

and your favs...

-"He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said

'Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone

I love you, and that's all I really know

I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

It's a love story, baby, just say yes'"-

- "Love Story (Taylor's Version)", Fearless (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

masterlist

dividers by @v6que

[polnich]

Character: Yhwach, reader (gn)

Word: 700~

Warnings: Blood, noncon (kissing)

A/n: Quincy king more like...freaky king. Kind of going off vampire logic with his blood for this idea... might be ooc idk this was made at 2am I need to go to bed.

Oh, he didn't for see this happening, he noticed it right away. After all, something stopping his Almighty from working was quite a threat. But what he didn't expect to find, was the user being you. Just a small, helpless human who just so had quite a powerful ability.

You weren't meant to be human with an ability like that. But getting a good look of you, he couldn't see you as a threat. Just because you had that ability did hide, you were still human. And a human he could easily overpower physically.

His attention solely on you now as he begins moving closer. He was cover in darkness, all that could be made out was his crimson eyes that shiny with interested.

He moved calmly across the ongoing slaughter his Quincy were giving out, his attention now on the human that somehow had gotten onto this battleground. It did take much effect on his part as he backed you up against a corner. Standing over you, looking down like the prey you were.

"A living human doesn't belong here."

Bending down he levels himself with your eye level, a smug look on his face. Catching your fearful state, he takes a moment to fully enjoy watch what he has just caught.

"Hm a pretty one aren't you."

Roughly he grabbed your chin as he lifted his sword, hovering it over your throat. You were so afraid he was going to kill you, no he was going to something a lot worse than killing you.

Pulling his sword from your throat, he lets's go of you. For a moment many he let you go, through that thought is quickly crushed. As he cuts his own palm, covering your mouth with his hand.

Horror hits you hard as you felt the warm liquid against your lips. With watery eyes you dare look up to his trying to find a reason to what he was doing.

“Drink, don't make me have to force you to do so.”

It was an order as he meets your eyes, watching to see if you were good and did what you were told. Yet it seems you need a push.

He pulls his hand away from your mouth. Licking his own cut tasting the blood, a small chill goes down his spine at what he about to do. You weren't given time to react as after a second, he shoved his blood cover tongue into your mouth. His hands grip your head, pulling it against his as he deepens his action. Turning this into quite a sinful kiss on his end.

Your hands on his chest, trying to push him away. But try all your might, he keeps himself on you. The air grows a bit thick with his spirit pressure as he finds himself enjoying this. It been a long time since he kissed another and your mouth seem to be made for his.

Biting his own lip, he keeps it on yours, making sure more of his bloods is forced into your mouth. Dripping down your throat, affecting your soul. A dark hums leave him as he closes his eyes.

For a moment he gives he pulls you away, opening his eyes once more just to see the state you were in. How out of breath you were, how your flushed lips dripped with his own blood. How he could see tears start to roll down your cheeks.

"Oh, don't give me that look. You deserve better than a human life, a Quincy one would suit you much better… In fact."

He lends in his breath warm against yours, not bothering to hide his dark enjoyment of your current state.

"I might have to keep you for myself. A powerful threat stuck in a pretty little thing. It like you were made for your king enjoyment… you want that don't you?"

Finishing his words he moved in, striking at his new-found prey once more. Bleeding into the kiss, he traps you against him. Warping you in his arms, as he felt as slowly your soul begin to fall under his control.

Your body slowly stops fighting the kiss, slowly your fists fall from his chest. Slowly he stripped your humanity, making you a Quincy. One he plans to make good use of.

~♡~

[clemeientene]

𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗫 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 || Yan!Hitman x Gn!Reader

[ 03 ] ✦ 𝒚𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓

previous chapter: 02 [ convinience & yapping ]

The freezer smelled like death, and not the poetic, cinematic kind.

No, this was the real kind—the kind that clung to your nostrils like an ex who wouldn’t move on.

The air was cold, icy, and filled with the metallic smell of blood that had already begun to congeal in places it definitely shouldn’t be.

The bodies? Well, there were four of them, all in various states of “oops, I’ve been brutally murdered.”

And here you were, in your pink apron, standing in the middle of it all like some kind of cursed housekeeper.

Mr. Zy, your extremely problematic employer who somehow made "mildly bleeding in a corner" look attractive, was watching you work. Silently. Like a cat watching a mouse. Or, more accurately, like a hitman watching his cleaner expertly dispose of the evidence while he dripped blood onto the tile.

You sighed, rolling up your sleeves. Alright, let’s do this. Time to educate the masses.

Step One: Assess the Situation.

Four bodies. One industrial-grade freezer. Blood pooled across the floor, already freezing in some places. Messy. Not the worst you’d seen (Greg’s office still haunted you), but still, not great. The key was efficiency—minimizing cleanup, maximizing disposal.

Step Two: Positioning Matters.

You tilted your head, eyeing the bodies critically. “Alright, we need to stack them properly. You can’t just throw corpses in like Tetris blocks, or you’ll end up with dead guy Jenga.”

Mr. Zy exhaled smoke, watching. “Stack?”

“Yes, stack. Unless you want to play ‘guess which limb this belongs to’ later.” You gestured dramatically. “You think the people who do this professionally just throw them in like a kid cleaning their room? No. There’s a method.”

He gave a slow blink, unimpressed. But he didn’t argue.

Step Three: The Art of Disguise.

Now came the fun part. You bent down, avoiding the literal puddle of human juice, and started working.

Blood had already begun to freeze, so you chipped away at it methodically while maneuvering the bodies into the most space-efficient arrangement.

“See, the trick is layering. If you freeze them right, they don’t stick together like a human popsicle pack.”

Mr. Zy watched, silent as ever.

Does he just stand there for fun? Is this entertaining for him?

You glanced up. Oh. Oh.

His deep blue eyes were focused on you, his expression unreadable, and was he leaning against the wall like some tragic villain? His slightly grayish hair was tousled just right, and the way the cigarette balanced between his fingers—ugh. Disgusting. Unreasonably attractive. Jail.

“Why are you staring?” you blurted, more annoyed at your own thoughts than anything.

“I listen.”

“To what?”

“You.”

You paused mid-cleanup, brain buffering. Oh.

That was… that was new. People never listened to you. You mostly yapped into the void while people either ignored you or, in Greg’s case, actively walked away.

But this guy? This guy was different.

And somehow, that was worse.

There was something deeply concerning about how casual Mr. Zy was about this. Maybe it was the fact that he was still slightly bleeding, yet somehow more interested in watching you work than tending to his wounds.

Maybe it was the way he rolled up his sleeves like he was about to make sourdough—except instead of dough, it was a guy named Darren who probably owed money to the wrong people.

Or maybe it was the fact that he was doing this barehanded.

“You’re not even gonna—” You gestured vaguely at his entire existence. “—I don’t know, put on gloves?”

He flexed his fingers, looking at them like he was considering it for a whole half-second before shrugging. “No need.”

“No need?” You repeated, incredulous. “No need?! Sir, that is a whole dead guy. He has bacteria. Diseases. Maybe a life insurance policy.”

Zy ignored you. Instead, he reached down and, with terrifying ease, grabbed one of the bodies by the arm. There was a sickening crunch-pop as the frozen shoulder joint gave way like an overused stress toy.

You grimaced. “Great. Love that sound.”

You weren’t sure what was worse—the sheer strength required to do that or the fact that he didn’t even look mildly inconvenienced by it. Like, yeah, I can snap a dude’s arm off with my bare hands, no big deal, wanna get coffee later?

But you had work to do. And at the end of the day, bodies were bodies, and a job was a job. You rolled your shoulders and cracked your knuckles. Time to educate the masses again.

Types of Disposal & Their Uses

Chop & Drop (Dismemberment 101)

The classic. Cut them up into smaller, manageable pieces. You glanced at Zy’s lack of tools and sighed.

“You ever use a bone saw, or do you just Hulk your way through everything?”

He gave you a look. “Hulk.”

Of course.And then, to prove his point, he literally grabbed a leg, twisted, and—oh.

Oh, there it went.

The femur just snapped. Like it was a breadstick.

You blinked. “Okay. That’s illegal.”

“Everything here is.

”Fair.

The Acid Bath (Not As Cool As It Sounds)

Melting bodies in acid? Overrated.

Takes too long. Too expensive. Plus, who the hell has that much hydrofluoric acid lying around? Breaking Bad really did a number on people. You didn’t even suggest it.

Grinder or Woodchipper (Extreme Mulching)

Messy. Too messy.

The last thing you needed was stray human confetti flying around.Zy, to his credit, looked vaguely intrigued by the idea.

You pointed a warning finger at him.

“No.”

He tilted his head.

“No.” He exhaled smoke, noncommittal.

Burn Baby Burn (Fire Solves Most Things)

Fire worked. But fire also attracted attention. You didn’t need the Veygrove fire department rolling up, finding four half-melted skeletons, and collectively deciding to quit their jobs.

Frozen Goods (Tonight’s Special: Not-So-Fresh Meat)

Now this? This was a winner. Freezing bodies slowed decomposition. Kept the smell to a minimum. Plus, a well-packed freezer meant no leaks. You just had to—crack—do some creative folding.

Zy tossed a severed arm into a garbage bag like he was throwing out last week’s leftovers. You sighed. This man was going to give you an aneurysm.

At some point, Zy leaned against the counter, watching you work with that same unreadable expression. You could feel his gaze, like a sniper scope trained on your existence. Finally, he spoke.

“You’re good at this.”

You huffed, wiping your forehead. “Yeah, well, someone has to be.”

Then—

“Why?”

You froze. Not because of the question itself, but because of the fact that he asked.

Mr. Zy never asked things. He observed. Lurked. Occasionally made unsettling eye contact. But outright asking?

That was new.

You exhaled, considering your answer. “Because people are messy,” you finally said, tying off a garbage bag. “And if no one cleans it up, it just stays messy. That’s how you get caught.”

Another pause. Then, slowly, he nodded—like you’d passed some kind of secret test.

And just like that, the conversation was over.

Final Thoughts:

Bodies = Gone.

Floor = Clean.

Mr. Zy = Distractingly Hot Even When Covered in Blood. Again.

You didn’t say that last part out loud, obviously. You had some shame.

But still.

You stole a glance at him, rolling your eyes as he lit another cigarette. “Can you at least bandage yourself before you drop dead?”

He looked at you.

And then, in the most stupidly attractive way possible, he just muttered, “Not dead yet.”

Your brain short-circuited.

Great. Fantastic. Amazing. You were never going to survive this job.

 You had done your job. You had done it well. Time to pack up, go home, and maybe pretend that your boss wasn’t stupidly attractive even when covered in the remnants of several unfortunate individuals.

But then, in the middle of your I should leave before my brain betrays me plan, something unexpected happened.

He reached into his pocket.

You tensed immediately. Because, let’s be honest, when a hitman reaches into his pocket, the reasonable response is to assume violence. But no—what he pulled out wasn’t a weapon. Wasn’t a knife. Wasn’t even more bullets.

It was money.

And then—oh God—he pulled out something else.

A sticker book.

You stared. "No way."

Mr. Zy, the most feared hitman in Veygrove, casually thumbed through his sticker book, flipping past pages filled with sparkly unicorns, motivational quotes, and tiny cats wearing sunglasses, before peeling one off with the precision of a man assembling a sniper rifle.

He handed it to you.

You didn’t even look at it yet. You were too busy processing.

“So,” you said slowly, “let me get this straight.” You gestured to the money in one hand. “This is extra?”

A nod.

“For what?”

A pause. Then, gruffly, “You did good.” You blinked. “I always do good.”

Another nod. As if he was acknowledging a fact.

Then, still casual as ever, he pointed at the sticker still sitting in your palm.

“That,” he said, “is also extra.”

Your brain broke.

“You just… carry a sticker book? Everywhere?”

“…Yes.”

The silence stretched.

You squinted. “You’re telling me—”

“Yes.”

“—you’re walking around with a loaded gun, a bloody knife, two extra magazines, and a freaking sticker book?”

“Yes.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Do you have multiple sticker books?”

He exhaled a thin trail of smoke, looking at you like he was considering whether or not to answer.

“…Yes.”

Jesus Christ.

You finally looked down at the sticker. It was a cartoon frog giving a thumbs-up. Below it, in cheerful font, were the words: "Nice job, champ!"

“…I don’t know how to react to this,” you admitted, half-laughing, half-spiraling into an existential crisis.

He didn’t react. Just flicked his lighter shut, stuck the cigarette between his lips, and—God help you—had the audacity to look hot while doing it.

Then, because apparently you weren’t already malfunctioning enough, he added, "I apologize."

Your brain rebooted. "Huh?"

"For being bad at my job."

"Hm."

He gave a lazy shrug. "Made a mess."

"Well....Mess comes with the job description.." [Fuck, I fumbled.]

Another slow drag of his cigarette. He exhaled smoke. "Doesn't mean I like it."

You stared at him. This was… a weird moment. A rare moment. Mr. Zy, the terrifying, unkillable, oddly considerate hitman, was sitting here, looking down at the floor with a slight crease between his brows—like he actually cared that he’d made things difficult for you.

And if that wasn’t strange enough, he wasn’t done talking.

“By the way,” he muttered, flicking ash to the side, “don’t shut up.”

You blinked. “What?”

He tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes—so deep, so unreadable, so ridiculously distracting—meeting yours with actual intention. “I like listening.”

…

What.

WHAT.

Most hitmen—hell, most people—probably wanted their employees to shut up. To be quiet, efficient, and obedient. But noooooo, apparently this one had decided he liked your constant yapping.

You squinted at him. “Are you feeling okay?”

A slight eyebrow twitch. “Yes.” “You sure? No brain damage?” A slow inhale. Slow exhale. “Yes.”

You crossed your arms, lips twitching. “So… just to confirm. You, a very scary hitman, are telling me, your very unscary cleaner, to continue talking?”

A long pause. Then, very simply, “Yes.”

Your entire existence felt thrown off balance. Because, sure, you were used to dealing with his general weirdness—his silent lurking, his casual rage murder, his questionable fashion choices (seriously, why the pink apron?)—but this? This was new.

And frankly, it was dangerous.

Because it meant he was paying attention.

And if he was paying attention, that meant he was listening to everything you said.

Which meant that one day, inevitably, your simping was going to slip out.

You needed to leave. Immediately.

“Okay, well!” You clapped your hands, stuffing the extra cash into your pocket. “That’s great, boss. Love that for me. And for you. And for our very strange professional dynamic. But if I stay here any longer, I might say something really stupid, so I’m gonna—”

“Say it.”

"No."

His gaze narrowed slightly, as if considering pushing the matter, but then he just shrugged. "Next time."

Your soul left your body. NEXT TIME?

You needed out. Right now.

Grabbing your supplies, your stupid sticker reward, and what was left of your self-control, you bolted.

And as you did, you could feel his gaze still on you, as calm and unreadable as ever.

God help you.

[exchangestudentnova]

𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒚𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒚𝒂'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓.....

means that

you're the only one who can run your fingers though his hair

he'll be gentle with you while he trains you to wield a sword

he will personally tend to your wounds and bruises

you find a number of sakura 'petals' dancing around you as you go

the 'petals' will readily deal with a threat coming your way in his absence

he'll allow you to choose the fishes to be put in his fish pond

he looks forward to you entering his office when he works

he will admit an embarrassing memory in the rarest event in the privacy of your own room

you will catch him being all prideful when others appreciate or compliment you

he's at ease when he sees you getting along with the other squad members

your jokes genuinely make him chuckle

he does his work at night to keep himself awake until you're ready to get into bed

he takes out time from his busy schedule to celebrate your achievements

he loves it when you rest your head on his chest

he whispers "I love you" in your ear as he presses a kiss on your lips under the faint glow of the lamp at night

[solannn]

hello, hello!

i just saw your angst/fluff prompt, and may i request m!reader and shinji hirako from bleach with the fluff prompt, "you're so cute when you're half asleep"?

like, its just a nice sleepy morning?

if you can't or don't want to, it's okay! just ignore this and i hope you have a nice day!

─── 🐹 𝓦𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : none! Gender is barely mentioned pure fluff. lieutenant!reader 𓏵

The delicate glow of the morning sun quietly spills through the window of the 5th Division barracks, bathing the room in a soft, golden light that seems to embrace the entire space. It is one of those rare mornings when the world feels suspended in time—serene, almost otherworldly—inviting you to linger in the comfort of your bed just a little longer. The rhythmic hum of life outside is muffled, as if the very air has softened, allowing you to enjoy the blissful solitude of the moment. Beneath the warmth of the covers, you remain cocooned, nestled deeply within the embrace of sleep, unaware of the passing minutes.

Gradually, the warmth of the sunlight intensifies, a gentle force that presses against your eyelids and awakens you from your dreams. Slowly, your eyes flutter open, the world around you still blurry as the light dances across the room. You blink several times, struggling to adjust, your vision still clouded by sleep. The rays of the morning sun are vivid, almost too bright, as if the day itself is beckoning you to rise. You squint, squashing the sleepiness that clings to you like a heavy fog, but the rest of the world still feels distant, as though you are caught between the hazy veil of slumber and the crispness of reality.

Your hair is a mess—wild and tangled from a night spent in restless sleep—and you find yourself momentarily tangled in the blanket as you attempt to sit up. With a soft sigh, you push the covers aside, your limbs heavy, as if they haven’t yet decided to wake. You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, groaning slightly at the lingering tiredness that refuses to leave. It feels as though time is moving too fast, and yet too slowly, as you struggle to return to the land of the fully awake.

As you turn to the left, your gaze falls upon a figure sitting on the floor near the edge of the room. His long, blonde hair falls gently over his shoulders, catching the light in a way that makes it seem almost ethereal. His brown eyes, warm and steady, gaze at you with a soft smile that feels strangely tender, the kind of smile that seems to hold a thousand unspoken words. The recognition hits you like a wave, and your mind clears just enough to realize who it is.

“Captain Shinji… what are you doing in my room?” you ask, your voice still thick with sleep, the words leaving your lips in a soft murmur. You blink several times, confused by his presence in your quarters.

Shinji’s smile widens at your question, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he regards you, seemingly unbothered by your confusion. “Ah, so you’re finally awake,” he says with a playful lilt to his voice, his tone light and easy as though he has been waiting for this moment for ages. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep, you know that?”

There’s something in his voice—soft, tender, but filled with a quiet affection—that makes your heart flutter unexpectedly. His words are not just playful but wrapped in a warmth that seems to belong only to moments like these. It’s as if, in this rare instant, he’s allowing himself to be vulnerable, to let his guard down. The teasing is gentle, almost endearing, and it’s clear that he is relishing in your sleepy state.

You struggle to find the energy to form a coherent response, your mind still hazy from the sleep you’ve yet to shake off. Instead, you simply grunt, your words slurring together in a half-hearted attempt to respond. “I… don’t… know…” you murmur, too tired to finish the thought. Your voice is thick with sleep, still heavy as you try to gather yourself.

Reluctantly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, your feet meeting the cool floor beneath you. Your body feels weak, your legs unsteady, and you can barely muster the strength to stand. The world around you feels as though it’s still spinning, and you find yourself stumbling forward, trying to make your way toward him.

Shinji watches you closely, his expression softening into something more affectionate as he observes your uncoordinated movements. A gentle laugh escapes him, one filled with fondness and mirth, though his eyes never lose their warmth. He doesn’t move to stop you, though, allowing you to take your time as you fumble toward him, clearly amused by your sleepy state.

Before you can even reach him, Shinji is already by your side, moving with a casual grace that seems effortless. His hand brushes lightly against your shoulder, the touch brief but enough to steady you. He’s close now, his presence calming, his warmth radiating off him as he watches you with quiet amusement. You blink up at him, still struggling to fully wake up, and your vision remains hazy, your body still half-engulfed in sleep’s embrace.

Without warning, you feel your legs give way beneath you, the exhaustion pulling you down like an anchor. Just as you think you might fall, Shinji’s arm wraps around your waist, effortlessly pulling you against his chest. The moment you make contact with him, your body sags against his, the fatigue too much to fight off any longer. You rest your head against his chest, too tired to stand on your own, and for a moment, it feels as if the world outside has ceased to exist.

Shinji lets out a soft chuckle, the sound deep and comforting, as he feels you succumb to sleep once again. His hand gently brushes through your hair, his fingers gliding through the tangles with a tenderness that surprises you. “You really can’t stay awake for long, can you?” he murmurs, his voice low and affectionate. His other hand presses against your back, pulling you closer as if he’s trying to shield you from the world’s demands.

The soft hum of his voice, the warmth of his body, and the comfort of his touch lull you back into a state of blissful drowsiness. You find yourself, once again, half asleep on his uniform, a soft, content drool escaping your lips. You can feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady and reassuring, and it’s almost as though the world around you has slowed down just for this moment. In the quiet of the room, Shinji’s presence is all you need to feel at ease, his affectionate teasing now replaced by a tender sense of security.

As you drift back into sleep, you can hear his voice again, softer this time, almost like a whisper. “Rest, Lieutenant. There’s no rush. I’ll stay here as long as you need me.” His words are filled with a tenderness that goes beyond the playful teasing of earlier, and in that moment, you realize that there is more to his affections than meets the eye.

[idkifimawake]

urahara x wounded!gn!reader

bleach one shot

this is my first oneshot , sorry if it's bad

Rain was pouring against the isolated shop , oh how lucky it was for you to have found out that no one was in, not even Jinta outside practicing his iconic homerun. You stood on the wall for support , a large wound on your chest , two small cuts on your eyelids , how unfortunate was it for you to have been taking prisoner by those darn quincys. You trudged your way to the entrance of the store , or what seemed the entrance , you slipped , hitting the floor hard , dazed and confused you looked up , a familiar Stripey green hat was seen.

"Well Well , Miss Y/n , it seems I've caught you in a pickle." His voice ringing in your ears , was it his usual playful tone? you couldn't tell , everything was a blur, even your hearing.

"Dammit Kisuke , will you just help?" You mumbled, blood flowing out your mouth , he sighed, was there a look of concern in his eyes, he rested you against the wall , muttering a few kidos under his breath , a ray of bright light shone healing your wound.

Eyes dazed , you looked up at him,

"Kisuke I-" you started , before he cut you off.

"Hush y/n , I'm not done yet , don't speak until I've finished." He said sternly , before he pulled you up as he put his hand over your shoulder , supporting you as you both walked into the store. The last thing you remembered was being put to sleep.

"Goodnight My dear y/n." He whispered in your ear , before the world faded to black.

The next day everything had turned back to normal, he became the normal pervert shopkeeper that he was, maybe he does truly love you, or it was just his choice to take you in , after all he could've just let you out to die.

Need some recommendations on characters. I Do bleach, One Piece, black butler , yugioh DM , gokurakugai, mha and demon slayer, genshin impact and blue lock.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Retsu Unohana Headcanons: Bloodthirsty Obsession (Bleach)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is with Unohana and if you have not learned about her past there will be spoilers in this! Enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Captain Unohana is not yandere in canon this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Unohana From Bleach- 

.Unohana is a kind and caring woman who is very soft-spoken and respectful of others. 

.Using their titles no matter who they are, even if they are her subordinates. 

.She is very loyal and a rule follower, where she had her own squad member imprisoned for helping the people that had invaded the soul society. 

.As well as having her second in command to go after Renji when he had run off with Rukia, who was supposed to be executed. 

.She fell for you hard, something about you pulled her in and she wanted to be with you and to have a life with you. 

.She is very sweet with you, as well as loving, kind, and caring. 

.She is the type of yandere who wants you to be taken care of, loved, and protected. 

.She will also heal almost anyone even some rivals she is willing to heal. 

.But do not get it wrong, she is very much a deadly woman, probably even more deadly than most of the captains of the soul society. 

.She is a woman that can appear kind of caring, but she has a much darker side to her as well. 

.With rivals if they play nice and do not try and pursue you after she warns them to back off, then she is sweet and kind and even willing to heal them. 

.Although she makes it clear just how deadly she can be if they are to try and get close to you again. 

.She was the first Kenpachi Zaraki, which is the name and title given to the most bloodthirsty and battle-hungry soul reaper. 

.She is over 1,000 years old and has many, many years where she was a ruthless and bloodthirsty warrior. 

.This side of her will for sure leak out of her when you are involved. 

.More so if a rival gets too close to you and does not listen to her warning, then they would see that side of Unohana. 

.Knowing in the second they see that battle-hungry look in her eyes that their fate was sealed and there was no way to save them. 

.Once she is in that mindset against rivals and or anyone who has harmed you then there is no turning back. 

.The rival is beyond dead, and the person who harmed you is beyond dead as well. 

.But she is not going to be quick about it, she is going to draw it out and make them suffer for hours if not days on end! 

.They had crossed a line and she was going to make sure that they suffered for harming you and or getting too close to you. 

.Also with her bloodthirsty side she can go from a sweet, kind, loving, and supportive yandere. 

.To a very possessive, controlling, and demanding yandere. 

.It is very like a yin and yang situation when she goes into the mindset of her days as Kenpachi. 

.She goes from the yandere that is supportive and gives you space to grow and have friends. 

.To a possessive and controlling yandere that does not want you around anyone else. 

.How she will tell you that you belong to her, and her only! 

.That you are not allowed to be with anyone else and how she is not going to let anyone else take you away from her! 

.She would also be extremely bloodthirsty to any and all rivals at this point. 

.No one would be spared, may they be friend or foe, if they are rivals and she is in this state, then you know for a fact they are going to suffer. 

.She would confess to you in a couple of ways, the first being if she was to confess before she went back to the mindset she once had. 

.It would be over tea and she would be very sweet with you, confessing to you how she felt and how she wanted you to be hers! 

.If you accepted her love she would be very pleased and you can best bet that you would be moving in with her very soon. 

.If you turn down her love, she had expected as much, so she drugged your tea and soon you find yourself locked away as hers. 

.She would have made it look like you died and cut off your spirit energy so that you could not be tracked. 

.You are now hers and she is never ever letting you go. 

.Now if she confessed her love, while in a bloodthirsty mindset? She would have pinned you against the wall and kissed you. 

.After said kiss she would tell you that you were hers and that you are to be with no one else, but her. 

.If you accepted her love, she would be pleased and kiss you again. 

.You have sealed your fate and now you belong to her and no one else. 

.If you are to fight her on her love for you, you can be assured that she will knock you out and lock you away. 

.She would have considered cutting off a limb or two, but she is giving you a chance to be a good darling and to learn your place. 

.If you do not accept her love in due time, you can bet she will threaten your loved ones. 

.That is right when she is in a bloodthirsty mindset she will even harm your loved ones to keep you in line and to make you hers. 

.If you tried to run from her, you can bet that she would cut off both of your legs. 

.Of course, she will take care of you and heal you. 

.Not letting you have your legs back, but instead making sure you healed nicely. 

.She would make sure that you are taken care of and she will remind you this was your fault, because you ran from her, and you should never run from her. 

.That she loves you more than anyone else and she is all that you need. The only one you need, forever. 

.In the end, she is probably one of the most terrifying yanderes out there, even more than the current Kenpachi Zaraki. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, another chapter done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 𝓦𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝓓𝐎, various.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 it’s just him and his significant other; he was a complete and utter darling, despite the fact that he may appear to be a frightening and intimidating man to others. He was the kind of man who never kept his feelings to himself when he was around you; he was openly vulnerable when it came to you. Many didn't believe he was the kind to appreciate back rubs, cuddling, and soft kisses after a long day at work. They certainly wouldn't believe you if you told them they enjoy spending time with you while wearing a cute face mask while playing a variety of board games. As soon as he arrives home, he’ll immediately drop his things and cling to you like a kitten begging for attention from its owner.

“𝐀𝐑𝐄 you sure you won't get in trouble? I don't want you to get into any because you choose to slack off with me.” While he moaned and muttered curses in his sleep, your smooth and soothing voice talked in his ear as you touched his cheek and interlaced his hand with yours. After you prepared one of his favorite foods for lunch and brought it to him, he seemed to interpret it as an invitation for some cuddling and kissing time with you.

The man just scoffed and tightened his grasp around your waist before burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your delicious aroma and barely opening his eyes. “Who cares, just give me five more minutes and I’ll let you go.” He huffed again before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep in your arms. You didn't even try to argue with him; instead, you sighed softly and placed your arms around his neck. You gave him a short kiss on the cheek before quietly smiling. If he kept doing this, he was bound to get into some problems later.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 zaraki, 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈 muguruma, 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 abarai, 𝐒𝐎̃𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 aizen, 𝐁𝐀𝐙𝐙 b, 𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔 madarame, 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 kuchiki, 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 cifer, 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 jaegerjaquez, 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 kurosaki, 𝐂𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐄 stark, 𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 sado, 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐆 du, 𝐉𝐔𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 haschwalth, 𝐆𝐈𝐍 ichimaru, 𝐒𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐍 komamura + more!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

© gloryhrs, 093023. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Scary Cat Privileges w/Grimmjow (GN!reader) 🔞

Random HCs on this because it won't leave my head. Grimmy has a gigai in this. Pre-established relationship.

TW: mentions of rough sex, obsession possessiveness, mentions of violence, feline marking

You've heard of scary dog privileges, but imagine having a boyfriend that exudes scary cat privileges. Canines can look frightening, yes, but have you seen cats? They stare down at anyone and anything with murderous intent on their minds. Grimmjow does the exact same thing when he sees or even hears someone or something he doesn't like, or downright hates. This happens often when the two of you are out and about on the streets.

You'd be minding your own business until you hear a slight hiss that's almost confused with a growl, and then you'd notice the way people just steer clear of the two of you as you walk down the street. Grimmjow plays it off as everyone was walking too close to him, but really, they were walking too close to you. Not that he'd ever say that.~

The next time something happens is when he's left you in a store to peruse something that caught his eye, only to return and see some stranger up close and flirting with you. If not for the laws of this land, he'd have slaughtered them where they stood. Instead, he opts to simply butt into the conversation, slinging an arm over your shoulder while his free hand roughly shoves the stranger back. His death-like glare is enough to send them scurrying off.

Speaking of his glare, it's intense, but all you really see when you look at him is an angry cat. You're not sure what he's thinking when he's glaring at someone, but you know it isn't good. You also know he's got a temper, and you don't really question the drops of blood on the ends of his shirt when he comes back to your apartment after being gone for three hours.

You don't even question the way he switches moods when seeing you, growing what you assume to be affectionate when he holds you close and starts rubbing his face into your neck. It's cat-like behavior, you know that, but it surprises you when he takes it further. He marks you. Both with a physical mark for everyone to see, and in an intimate way that makes you know you belong to him. And he's not at all gentle with it, but you can take it. You always do.~

Grimmjow's scary cat tendencies don't stop. He frightens your friends to the point where you have to remind them that he's gentle and doesn't bite, but also get onto him for making your friends feel that way. The man can't help that he's a little jealous, and he damn sure won't admit it if you ever tease him about it.

In conclusion: Grimm is and always will be your scary cat. Your hot, possessive, scary cat.