Aizen A Brat Yeah

shinji hirako. mixed feelings about this one tbh

carrd | twt | bsky | ig

Thank you for the tag @j-u-u-z-o 🩷 this is so cute

FIGURES I GET THEE PUSSY 🐈‍⬛

no pressure tags: @pinguwuuuu @cloudyempress @tomitsulikeslemons @soprawrites <333

surprising no one, except me. I got orange cat?!?!

Thank you @ysmtttty for sharing this! Tagging some people to do this too. @chunkypossum @areyoudreaminof @g00seg1rl @whisperingmidnights @queercontrarian @thelov3lybookworm @jon-snows-man-bun @olenvasynyt and anyone else who wants to do this

i’m a little late, but

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂

i love men w big boobs <3333

This is literally me with Sukuna

My Misa drawing❤️

switching back and forth between Euphoria and JJK on HBO Max

ART

Could I ask for embarrassing sex moments with the bleach guys 😭? (Kenpachi, shunsui, shinji, grimmjow… and whoever else you’d like!) you can skip this if you don’t wanna write!

Embarrassing Sex Moments with Bleach Men ఇ

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

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

Kenpachi Zaraki - Cramp ఇ

Kenpachi folds you like always into positions what requires all of your body’s flexibility. So while he had your legs both wrapped around his waist and pounding you roughly from behind deep into your pussy, you suddenly got a bad cramp in your leg. Whimpering and falling into the mattress with your body he would laugh menacingly at you. Seeing you all ashamed he massages your leg until the cramp goes away and you both would laugh afterwards.

,,My dick is requiring your poor body a lot of work huh?‘‘

Shunsui Kyoraku - Queefing ఇ

Shunsui had you bend over his office desk with your legs tightly pressed together, sliding his cock slowly in and out your wet pussy. It’s then when your delicate pussy suddenly started queefing. Totally embarrassed and flustered you hide your face from him trying to get away. But sweet man Shunsui just teases you, giving your pussy a soft smack.

,,That’s natural doll, no need to be ashamed infront of me.‘‘

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - Fast orgasm ఇ

Giving Grimmjow a nasty good blowjob while you are on your knees and he sits on the couch, he sloppily & meanly thrusts his cock even deeper into your mouth. Spitting all over his cock you also suddenly felt how his warm semen flows into your mouth after only 2 minutes. Flustered red cheeks can be seen on his face and a pouty shy smile.

,,Was your fault tho, you give head like a goddess.‘‘

Shinji Hirako - Wrong hole ఇ

Shinji pounds you in missionary with your legs up in the air, pressed firmly together by his arms. His Hips do all the magic work, thrusting into your tight hole as accidentally his cock slipped out & slipped right back into your other hole. While you scream in embarrassment and slight pain the only thing shinji gaves you is a smug pervy grin.

,,We could just switch holes in between sweetheart.‘‘

Kenpachissluut 🎀

comments & reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻

I saw from your post back in october that you might do requests.. for reigen arataka... teehee

What if the loser man got drunk while hanging out with reader , and as reader's holding reigen's hair back when throwing up, he confesses to them drunk.. 👁👁💧💧💧💧

untimely confessions;

reigen arataka x reader

plot: after a night on the town and an unfortunate morning of you nursing the guy, reigen confesses something special — themes: fluff, romance, confession, reigen being reigen — cw: alcohol, sickness — w.c: 1.4k • masterlist

a/n: ahah, you bet i can! this insert can be read as gender neutral so feel free to insert as you’d like 🫶

Out of all of the things you thought you would do in life—going on a date with Reigen Arataka was never one of them.

You bumped into him by chance initially, recognising him as your once good friend that you had long drifted apart from and somehow, by the end of the discussion, you found yourself not only exchanging details and texting him just like old times, but also agreeing to go out for a drink with him.

And so, there you were by the end of the evening, hunched over a bar stool, watching on with fascination as the guy really tried to haggle the fixed bar price for drinks, completely unashamed of what he was attempting to do.

After a while, Reigen then swooped back in to your side, leaning shoulder to shoulder with you as he proudly presented a bottle of partially open sake, and what appeared to be two egg cups instead of glasses.

You couldn’t help but warily sigh as a result, wondering just what strange trouble you were getting yourself into. Though, if you had to be truly honest, you did suppose that he was entertaining and after a while, you found yourself listening to one of his many overly exaggerated stories, where he claimed to be something close to a god.

(Despite you knowing fully well, that he was in fact, a conman.)

“I’m telling you,” he continued, trying to cosy up to you at the same time, “I’m that kid’s hero,” he emphasised, trying to prove a point, “I saved him and now I’m paying him back with my masterful expertise and techniques—”

“Such as your ‘salt technique’?” you couldn’t help but point out, reluctantly taking a sip from the egg cup.

Reigen faltered slightly, but kept on going, unable to let his pride suffer, “It’s an ancient special technique, ghosts hate salt, probably.”

Your eyes widened as did your smile. “Oh sure, let’s go with that. Ghosts famously hate salt –that’s right.”

Reigen seemed to ignore your sarcasm, pushing past it, or perhaps was oblivious to it altogether. Instead, he knocked back yet another drink all the while you were still sipping on your second. You didn’t quite trust the state of this bar—Reigen was fine, he was seedy, but only as a conman—it was just the fact this bar was empty on a Friday night that was offputting.

(Or maybe, it was somehow impressive?)

Noticing your thoughtful expression, however, Reigen swept in with the moves, something he called one of his special techniques, coining the ability as ‘masterful flirtation’. “You know,” he murmured, dropping his voice to a low, slurring drone, “I don’t just bring anyone here,” he revealed, swinging his arm around your shoulders. “No, no… this place is special. You can feel it too, right? Psychic to psychic. It has a sort of… unique energy, perhaps attuned to fulfill your wildest dreams come true.”

You blinked, plucking his arm off of you.

“Reigen, please,” you sighed, shaking your head, “the only thing that this place is attuned to is food poisoning.”

He nervously laughed in response, trying to shake off his failed attempt at winning your heart, quickly retreating to renew his cup of sake, hastily forcing it down with one big gulp.

Soon though, he grew almost comically drunk, with his cheeks all rosy and his posture swaying back and forth. He could barely hold his ground, all the while, you were completely fine. You sighed as you physically had to wrangle him out of ordering more, dragging him out of the bar and into the cool air that met you both from the second you slipped outside.

“You smell so nice,” he slurred as he leaned his into you, trying to find his balance, while you instead tried to drag him back home, “so, so nice…”

“Uhuh, follow the scent home, I suppose,” you muttered under your breath, “what way do you live exactly?”

Reigen pointed in a whole slew of directions, eventually leading you back towards his consultation office. You blinked, turning to face him while he hadn’t a clue what was going on. “Do you live in your office or are you just confused?”

“It saves money, alright?” he whined slightly, though quickly schooled his reaction to mean something prideful instead, “I’m good with frugality, you see.”

“More like good at giving yourself the worst hangovers,” you shook your head, your voice laced with a hint of sympathy, “did you really have to drink that much, Reigen?”

He rolled his eyes back at you, dismissing your concerns with the wave of his hand. “It’s fine. I’ve done this before. I’ve got a gut made of steel, I totally can handle—” he burped, swallowing something rather unpleasant down, “...hold that thought.”

Your eyes widened in the realisation of what was yet to come. “Oh, god.”

Quickly, Reigen dipped a hand into the pocket of his slacks, planting the key right into your hand. In a flash, you opened up the door, tugging him upstairs and letting go of him briefly as he stumbled towards the bathroom. You reluctantly followed him, figuring that you might as well see him through this unfortunate experience, feeling a little bad about what could potentially happen should you leave him alone.

“This sucks,” Reigen moaned all the while, flinging his forward once again, “but you don’t,” he added in between breaths, focusing on you between the bouts of nausea, “you’re so good to me, even when I get so embarrassing,” he sighed, feeling the shame settle in. “Why’d you even come out with me tonight?”

“I’m starting to ask myself that…” you trailed off before shaking your head, choosing to play the role of who he needed you to be right now, a good, helpful friend, he’s done that for you in the past too, “but no, really, I just wanted to catch up. We go way back, right?”

His lips melted into a lazy smile, his eyes glazed and red as he focused on you for a moment more than he had meant to. “Yeah, I suppose we do… besides, I… I had a really good time with you, I’ve got to say,” he admitted, “I missed hanging out like this,” he paused, “well, not like this… but you know, just out, together.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame you still can’t hold your liquor though, maybe we should figure out something else to do the next time I’m in town,” you suggested.

“The next time?” Reigen paused, seeming surprised. “You mean… you’re still willing to hang out with me?”

You rolled your eyes in response. “Of course, I know what you’re really like. One night of you being drunk out of your mind is nothing I can’t handle. Maybe we should go bowling? Or try an escape room? I feel like those types of things could be fun.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he nodded in agreement, regretting the decision to do so as yet more alcohol left his body, “but… maybe when I’m not dying. I feel like this is really it actually… this is how I’ll go.”

You nudged his shoulder playfully. “You’re fine. You’re not dying. I’ll make sure of it. Stay right here and I’ll pop over to a convenience store, alright? I’ll get you something that you can actually keep down and not suffer of dehydration too much the next day.”

Reigen nodded, waiting for your return. He continued to be sick all the while, gripping onto the porcelain throne for his dear life. By the time you had come back though—he seemed in an even worse shape than before, his eyes wide, almost manic—locked onto you like you were some sort of divine saviour.

Just as you were about to tell him to take a few slow sips of the drink though, he spoke up first before you ever had the chance.

“I love you.”

You froze as soon as you heard it. “You what?”

He lifted his chin slightly, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours with an affectionate stare. It was so strange, but he seemed to be genuine as if this was a truth that he had known deep in his gut for the longest time.

“I mean it,” he continued, “I love you.”

You stared at him for a long time, trying to gauge whether or not it was a joke, but again, he very much meant it—it was obvious, even.

“You’re drunk,” you dismissed initially, handing him the bottle.

“So? I don’t have to be sober to understand my feelings,” he argued, “you didn’t have to do all of this either, but you did because you’re amazing, and I… was always too much of a coward to say it, but… I love you.”

You remained silent beyond that point, a million thoughts running through your head at once.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, leaning forward, before realising that he was covered in sick and then leaning back slightly as a result, giving you some space.

“Aw man,” you lightheartedly sighed, “why’s this working?”

It was honestly ridiculous when you really thought about it, but there was something oddly endearing about everything that had unfolded that night. With anyone else, you would have run for the hills if they put you through what they did tonight, but the fact that you felt comfortable enough with Reigen to keep going, obviously said a lot about how you felt, too. As much as you hated to admit it, you wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

He laughed at your unsure response, seemingly on the verge of tears. Oh, what a pathetic man. You were absolutely so sure that you did in return, but you couldn’t admit such a thing to him while he was covered in sick.

No, he had to be cleaned up, looking at least 40% presentable to society.

Besides, you were looking forward to seeing him become impossibly flustered, maybe even panicked at the prospect of his drunken confession catching up to him when he was sober.

Oh, you couldn’t wait for that, in fact.

Just thinking about what he’d say then.

Zaraki Kenpachi for the hot ask game! 😌

THANK U FOR THE ASK <3

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he's fine as efffff....he's not my fav (for now :P) but he's got it going on for sureeeee 🔥🔥🔥

@ shinji w/ your legs open be careful because i WILL bounce on ur c*ck

Shinji Hirako and Hiyori Sarugaki - Rebirth of Souls