Getting Fucked From Behind While Bent Over His Desk, Papers Scattered All Over The Place. Your Skirt

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

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

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

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

— Byakuya, Jugram, Aizen, Ulquiorra, Yhwach

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

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

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

— Ichigo, Renji, Kenpachi

“Beer is supposed to be shared between friends~”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The worry that you would never see him again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why wasn't every night like this?

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

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

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

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

And you only wanted to oblige.

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

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

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

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

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

Hey whatcha watching?

(I ran it through photoshop and made it cooler.)

He's soo silly, I love him sm!

@r473n @villainsrtasty @toxictaicho @darthwhorecrux @koalaoffandoms

MINORS DNI

Frank Morrison/Legion x Survivor!reader

TW: smut, mentions of stabbing and a knife

You hadn't properly kept track of time, but you knew it had been long since the fog first took you, long since you had been entrapped in this godforsaken place. You had been here long enough to go through the five stages of grief, and long enough to realize that you still had needs to be fulfilled, even if that meant sacrificing your morals and your pride.

That's why you were now the last survivor in Frank's trial, waiting for him to find you and fuck you senseless. A predator onto prey, Frank Morrison had been making moves on you for what had to be months now. You denied him each time, slapping his wandering hands away when he had you cornered during a trial, only to get slashed, hooked, and sacrificed, the brutal price for rejecting him. One day, whether you were unusually horny or just out of your mind, it didn't feel so bad to have his hand fondling your breasts, and you ended up letting him do whatever he wanted.

You'd been sleeping with him for a few weeks now after having discovered that the sex was surprisingly good. The more you did it, the less shameful you felt. If you were going to suffer for eternity, might as well try to enjoy yourself here and there, and after the last few trials, you needed this, needed him.

You waited patiently inside a house in Haddonfield, sitting atop an abandoned bed, savoring the comfort of the cushy material while you had the chance and the peaceful quiet with no one else around. You kicked your shoes off and curled up in the corner, flinching at every little noise and creak in the house as you anxiously anticipated Frank's arrival.

You heard footsteps downstairs, and then his loud mouth, "you in here, shitbird?"

"Yeah, upstairs!" You called back shakily, listening to his boots clunk up the stairs and down the hall.

It was dark, making you shiver when Frank's silhouette appeared in the doorway. He stood there, watching you furled in on yourself against the wall. As he got closer, you realized his mask was already off, and his hood down, his scarred face illuminated by nothing but the moonlight shining in through the broken window.

The bed dipped as he sat on it, wrapping a calloused hand around the back of your calf. "You cold?" He snickered.

"Yes," you hissed defensively, shivering on cue. "Take your shoes off."

"Since when do you think you can order me around?" He scoffed and roughly yanked you forward, but there was a grin on his lips. Unlike most of the other killers, there remained a human element to Frank.

"It'll be more comfortable," you mewled. "Please?"

He huffed, reluctantly releasing your leg and moving to pull his boots off, unceremoniously tossing them into the opposite corner of the room. "This better, sweetheart?" Frank cooed sarcastically.

"Mhm," you nodded, lips tugging into a cheeky smile. "I'm still cold though."

"That's hardly my problem," he said, then added smugly, "you won't be cold in a few minutes," as he reached to pull down your skirt.

You grabbed his wrists to stop him. "Can't I wear your hoodie? Just until I warm up?"

"You are so goddamn needy today," he groaned in annoyance. "But fine. Any other requests?"

"Not right now," you giggled.

He shook his head as he started to pull off his jacket and hoodie. You struggled to make out his expression in the dark, hoping to see him smiling. Once his hoodie was off, he went back to your skirt, practically ripping it down your legs before lifting your top off just as aggressively. He reached behind your back with one hand to unclip your bra, hissing as he watched your nipples harden after being exposed to the chill air.

He reached for you, taking one of your tits in his hand and running a thumb over your nipple. You moaned and squirmed. "Frank, please," you begged, shivering to remind him.

"Alright, alright." He reluctantly released you, grabbing his zip hoodie and throwing it around your shoulders. You pushed your arms through each sleeve as he held it up, pulling it around your torso and humming contentedly at the fleeting warmth of his body heat.

"This isn't cuddle time," he reminded you, pulling it apart to reveal your breasts again. He took another moment to admire them before pulling his knife out and using it to cut your panties off, pulling the ruined material away from your skin.

Completely exposed aside from his hoodie around your back and arms, you pulled your knees to your chest, trying to stay warm.

"Huh uh," Frank shook his head at you. "Open them now."

You pouted but obeyed, leaning back onto the bed and spreading your legs apart.

"Fuuuuck." He threw his head back. Your eyes dropped to his pants, watching greedily as the fabric tightened around his crotch. He wasted no more time, undoing his belt and pulling both his pants and boxers off in one go, throwing them off to the side with the rest of your clothes.

He crawled toward you, pressing a finger to your heat. "Knew you'd already be soaked," he laughed meanly before spitting on you. You gasped, and he chuckled again, mixing his juices with yours before pushing them into you. Now it was your turn to throw your head back, whining and arching your back as he curled his finger inside you.

"What are you being so fucking quiet for?" He asked you angrily, pumping and twisting his finger in and out of you faster and faster. "No one's around. You had better get loud or I'll give you a reason to scream."

You cried out, moaning louder at his command. "That's it," he slurred. "That's my good little slut." He added another finger, and you got impossibly louder, hips bucking into his palm as his hand slapped against you viciously.

You knew your voice was going to be hoarse when you got back to the fire, but you couldn't care at the moment. You wanted to be good for Frank, to let him see how obedient you could be because that's how you got what you wanted.

"You ready to get fucked yet?" He asked, grabbing a handful of your breast and pinching your nipple.

You squealed and squirmed. "Yes! Yes! Please give me your cock, Frank, please!"

You whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you, only to push his dick inside moments later. He wasn't necessarily small, but not too big either, but he was thick, so thick that no matter how many times you took him, you still always felt the stretch when he first started.

And Frank being Frank, he hardly ever gave you time to adjust, pushing in to the hilt once before starting to pound into you. He slapped your tits and then wrapped his hand around your neck to anchor himself, roughly snapping his hips against yours. All the while you stayed loud for him, though it was becoming less and less of an act as you struggled to take his fat cock into your tight walls.

"Look so cute in my hoodie," he grunted, applying light pressure to your neck. Your cheeks warmed at the compliment. "Love watching your pretty little pussy take my cock while you're wearing my hoodie. You're fucking mine. You got that?"

"I'm yours," you croaked out the affirmation. "I'm yours."

"Yeah you are." His pace was brutal. The entire bed creaked and shook as he practically pounded you into the mattress, and though you were starting to sweat in his jacket, you didn't dare tell him about it. You'd rather keep it on, knowing now that he liked seeing it on you, that it made him get so possessive.

Frank's hands fell to your waist, his fingers digging into your sides as he pulled you against him now with each thrust. The heat in your core was becoming unbearable, and you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he beat you to the punch. "Gonna cum," he repeated, pressing a hand to your stomach to hold you down.

He struggled to hold it in, his thumb messily pressing against your clit to rub tight erratic circles. You grabbed his wrist, trying to push his hand away but he used his other hand to pin your hands down and away from him, continuing his assault on your pussy before the both of you were shaking and jerking uncontrollably. He held you down as he came inside of you. That was one perk of living in this realm. For whatever reason, you couldn't get pregnant, which meant Frank could fill you up as much as the both of you wanted.

You were both panting, lying in that dingy little bed next to one another. Frank never hung out for long, always slightly afraid the Entity would get mad if he took longer than he needed to. He got up and pulled his pants and boxers on before throwing on his leather jacket.

"Wait." You sat up, slightly dazed. "You don't want your hoodie back?"

"Nah." He didn't look at you as he spoke, zipping his jacket up. "Just keep it. I'll get it back when we go to the next trial anyway."

He left without another word, heading to the hatch to shut it before going to open one of the exit gates for you. He may have never stayed long after, but after you told him that you preferred the exit gate, that the hatch freaked you out, he always took the extra step to make sure you got out the way you wanted.

You put your regular clothes back on before pulling Frank's hoodie on over top, appreciating the added warmth for just a little bit longer as you made your way down to the open gate. Normally, Frank disappeared elsewhere on the map, never sticking around to watch you leave, but he was here now, standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his mask back on. It looked a little goofy without his hood pulled up over it. You tried not to laugh.

"Having second thoughts about letting me go?" You joked nervously.

He scoffed, suppressing a smile. "See you soon, smartass."

To your surprise, when you appeared back at the campfire, you looked down to find that the Entity let you keep the hoodie.

Shinji would say this to his girl when she's feeling insecure ☝️☝️☝️☝️ i refuse to believe otherwise

literally @ everyone at work lmao