Aizen & Heavy Making Out In Public But He’s Teasing You A Little Too Boldly And You Have To Run To

KISUKE URAHARA THE MAN THAT U ARE!!!

Gonna be bringing a lot of Shinji content to the Bleach fandom soon 🙌🏻♥️ this was a very basic sketch and color! I’m excited for the anime to continue in 2021!

Art by me

BLEACH MEN SUPREMACY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — no hesitation, no restraint. He loves the mess, whether it’s squirting or creaming—he just wants to feel and taste everything. Would shove his face between your thighs and stay there for as long as he damn well pleases, making sure you’re completely ruined before he even starts fucking you. The kind of man who wouldn’t stop until you’re drenched and trembling.

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

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

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

HEADCANNON!!!!!!! #1 >:)

I major headcannon mayuri to have some longgg ass eyelashes

hurr battering in front of a computer screen on my tv while I bark with unquenchable yearning 💔 just not fair is it.

i did a quick sketch (pls be kind im still learning and idk why I gave him a soft chin cuz we all know that man is CLEAN CUT MM)

can you tell i used the shower pic as my reference 🫣

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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

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Kuchiki Byakuya, Hirako Shinji, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello, sis! I really, reallly, love your headcanons! Would you like to do a hc about reader who's very insecure about themselves or dealing with self-esteem issues? The characters could be Jushiro, Shunsui, Shinji, and Byakuya. You can add any character you want. I hope you accept it, if it's fine with you. Thank you!🥰

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Thank you for this request, anon. This one felt close to home. Hope it doesn’t sound too personal 😅. But enjoy!

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When they guide you through your stage of insecurity and low self-esteem (like the sweet lovers they are)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kuchiki Byakuya

✧ Never one for coddling, but the moment he started noticing your discomfort with yourself, he began paying more attention than you'd realise. He’d catch you looking at your reflection too long with a strange look on your face, like you were trying to find something worth liking. He never brought it up directly, but he observed it in silence.

✧ You’d try to brush off compliments with a shrug or awkward laugh, and he’d tilt his head slightly, eyebrows drawing together. The next time, he’d say something simple and specific, like, “Your posture improved. It suits you.” Not said for flattery, but because it was fact, and he knew you’d believe facts over sweet nothings.

✧ He started saying things in passing like, “That colour enhances your complexion,” or “You speak clearly. People listen.” Always subtle and neutral. But there was no mistaking the intention behind it. He was planting seeds of positivity.

✧ Once, you called yourself useless during training after missing a block. Byakuya didn’t hesitate. “You are not. Do not waste my time by speaking falsehoods.” The way he said it made you stop mid-apology. “Correct yourself and try again,” he added, but it wasn’t harsh. It was almost...grounding.

✧ He’d sit beside you in silence sometimes, just so you wouldn’t be alone with your thoughts too long. You weren’t even sure he noticed the patterns, but then he handed you a book he’d chosen without asking. It had notes in the margins. Thoughtful ones. That kind of intimacy from Byakuya said everything.

✧ When you tried to downplay your efforts during a mission, he would say without looking up, “Mediocrity does not draw my attention. You should be aware of that by now.” And when you glanced up, unsure if it was a rebuke or a compliment, he flicked his eyes to you and added, “I meant it as praise. Accept it.”

✧ He didn’t indulge self-deprecation. “If you insist on belittling yourself, I cannot assist you. I work with those who see their worth, or at least wish to.” And somehow, that stung more than any pity would have.

✧ But he began requesting your opinion more often. Not just to be kind, but because he valued it, and he wanted you to know he did. “You see things others overlook,” he said once, when you pointed out a pattern in enemy movement others missed. “That is not a common trait.”

✧ During a rare evening walk, you admitted in a quiet voice that you didn’t see anything impressive in yourself. He stopped, looked down at you, and simply asked, “Do you believe I waste time?” You frowned, shook your head. “Then accept that I choose to be here. With you. For a reason.”

✧ The way he spoke your name shifted. Firmer, less formal, almost like grounding you. If you drifted into self-hate, he’d say your name like an anchor, a reminder. Not of what you were to him, but who you were.

✧ He started correcting others when they praised you too little. “They completed the task efficiently,” someone would say. Byakuya would reply coolly, “They completed the task brilliantly. Do not diminish that.”

✧ Once, you were picking at your sleeves, eyes low after a particularly bad day, and he said quietly, “You are permitted to falter. But you are not permitted to lie about your value.”

✧ He didn’t flood you with affection or comfort. He redefined your reality through steady correction, unwavering acknowledgement, and making it known that weakness was not something to be ashamed of—but false humility was.

✧ He taught you kido techniques slowly, patiently, never rushing, and never once expressing frustration. “You will learn. You do not lack capacity—only belief.”

✧ When you thanked him too meekly, he looked at you and said flatly, “Do not thank me as though it is undeserved. You earn what I give.”

✧ Sometimes, he sat beside you and just existed there. No speeches. No guidance. Just quiet presence that said, I see you. You’re enough, even when you don’t see it yourself.

Hirako Shinji

✧ Shinji had clocked how you laughed off compliments and made excuses when praised. The kind of thing you thought you were hiding well, but his perceptiveness cut right through the act.

✧ “You’ve got this weird habit of shrinking into yourself when someone says something nice,” he pointed out with that easy grin. “You allergic to compliments or just not used to ‘em?”

✧ He teased you at first, lightly, trying to draw you out of your shell. “C’mon, don’t give me that face. You look like someone just insulted your cooking, and all I said was your outfit suits you.”

✧ He started making you stand in front of the mirror sometimes while standing behind you, arms crossed, saying things like, “Look at that. That’s someone who’s survived Hollow attacks, dealt with Mayuri without losing their sanity, and still has all their limbs. That ain’t nothing.”

✧ Shinji made sure you knew that your mind was sharp. When you doubted your ideas, he’d interrupt mid-thought with, “No, no, don’t walk it back. That was a good plan. Stick with it.” He hated seeing you second-guess yourself and he always called it out.

✧ Once, you called yourself a burden and he turned to you with this incredulous look. “You serious right now? You think I’d drag dead weight around Soul Society for fun? Nah. You’re carrying more than you realise.”

✧ He wasn’t the soft, sappy type—but he did know when to lower his voice and level with you. “I’ve seen a lotta people. Been through too many wars. If you were weak, I’d know it. You’re not.”

✧ When you were spiralling, his approach was to snap you out of it with something sharp. “Stop it. That voice in your head’s lying to you. And you’re letting it. Don’t give it that kind of power.”

✧ Made a habit of pointing out the little things you did well. “You always catch details. I missed that Hollow’s movement pattern, and you didn’t. I owe you a drink.”

✧ When you couldn’t sleep and admitted it was because your brain wouldn’t shut up, he started showing up at night, leaning against your doorframe, tossing you a cushion. “Come sit with me. We’ll talk nonsense until your brain forgets it’s trying to kill you.”

✧ He’d interrupt your self-deprecating thoughts before they even finished. “Don’t even start. I see that look on your face. You’re better than you think, alright? I’m not gonna let you pretend otherwise.”

✧ One day, he found you tearing yourself down over a small mistake. He sat down beside you and said, quieter this time, “You ever notice how hard you are on yourself? Like you think being perfect is the only way you’re worth something?”

✧ “Lemme tell you something. I’ve made way worse mistakes. You don’t see me quitting, do ya? You don’t need to be perfect. You just need to be real. And you already are.”

✧ He kept you grounded with humour too. If you got too in your head, he’d say something ridiculous like, “Alright, if you don’t start talking about yourself like you’re at least mildly impressive, I’m gonna list every dumb thing I’ve done until you’re too embarrassed to wallow.”

✧ He gave you nicknames based on your strengths. Called you “Hawk-eyes” after you spotted a Hollow nest no one else did. “See?” he said, grin widening. “Told you your instincts are better than mine.”

✧ Shinji didn’t let people talk down to you either. If someone undercut you in conversation, he’d casually step in with a, “Actually, that was their idea. Don’t take credit where it ain’t due.”

✧ He didn’t believe in fixing you. He believed in reminding you that you weren’t broken. “You’ve got cracks. Big deal. That’s where the good stuff leaks out.”

✧ The way he looked at you changed when you started believing him, even just a little. Like he saw the fog clearing. “There you go,” he said once, after you stood up for yourself. “That’s the version of you I see every day.”

✧ And when you relapsed into old thoughts, because it happened sometimes, he didn’t get annoyed. He just said, “You don’t have to climb the mountain every day. Some days, just standing on the path’s enough.”

✧ Shinji never expected you to love yourself overnight. He was just the constant voice that didn’t waver, didn’t falter, didn’t let you sink too deep. Because if you couldn’t see your worth yet, he’d lend you his eyes till you could.

Kyoraku Shunsui

✧ He had a lazy air about him, sure, but nothing slipped past him when it came to the people he cared about. The way your eyes dropped when someone complimented you, how you’d wave off any praise like it didn’t belong to you—it didn’t sit right with him.

✧ He’d lean over when he caught you doing it again and mutter with a smile, “You really gotta stop treating kindness like it’s a mistake. We say nice things ‘cause they’re true, sweetheart.”

✧ Whenever you tried to minimise your accomplishments, Shunsui didn’t argue. He’d just look at you over the brim of his hat and say, “You know, if you keep brushing off all the good things about you, I’m gonna start thinking you’re talking about someone else.”

✧ He wasn’t confrontational about it, but he was persistent. If you mumbled something self-deprecating, he’d tilt his head and go, “What was that? Didn’t quite catch that nonsense.” And then wink, as if daring you to repeat it. You never did.

✧ Shunsui made sure others didn’t speak over you. If someone tried, he’d casually raise a hand and say, “Hold on, I think what they were saying was far more interesting.” You never knew how to respond when he did that, but he’d just smile and go back to sipping his sake like it was nothing.

✧ You’d find him laying around in your space more often than not. He’d say, “You looked like you could use the company,” as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And it felt natural with him—unpressured, calm, like maybe you didn’t have to pretend to be someone stronger.

✧ “You ever think maybe the way you see yourself ain’t the way the rest of us do?” he asked once, when you were sitting in silence too long, face drawn. “’Cause from where I’m sitting, you’ve got more strength than you give yourself credit for.”

✧ He never made it a lecture. It was always wrapped in comfort, humour, and that soft drawl that made you listen even when you didn’t mean to. “I know how heavy that inner critic can get. I’ve got one too—drinks too much and never shuts up.”

✧ When you apologised too often, he gently waved you off with a lazy smile. “If you apologise one more time for existing, I’m gonna start charging you. You’re allowed to take up space, love.”

✧ Shunsui had this way of reframing your insecurities into something empowering. “So you’re quiet? Means you’re a thinker. You doubt yourself? Means you care enough to get it right.”

✧ He never pressured you to believe him right away. “Takes time to unlearn the bad voices,” he said once, handing you a drink. “Until then, I’ll just keep reminding you that mine’s one of the good ones.”

✧ When you admitted you didn’t see anything worthwhile in yourself, he didn’t respond right away. Just stared at you for a moment, a rare seriousness settling over him. Then he said softly, “You ever wonder why I spend so much time here? It’s not ‘cause I’m bored, you know.”

✧ He kept things light when you needed distraction. If you were spiralling, he’d casually throw his arm over your shoulder and say, “C’mon. Let’s go somewhere you can remember you’re human and not a list of faults.”

✧ But when things got heavy, he didn’t retreat. He sat with you through the storm. No false reassurances, just quiet presence, maybe a hand in yours. Maybe just silence. But always there.

✧ And when you started believing in yourself a little more, you’d find him smiling more too. “See?” he said once, when you held your head a little higher. “Told you. You’re more than enough.”

✧ He never made you feel like a project. He made you feel like a person worth sticking around for, even when you weren’t sure why.

Ukitake Jushiro

✧ He was kind in the way a quiet river is kind—constant, deep, never pushing too hard but always moving. He noticed your insecurities in the smallest things—the way you avoided photos, how you apologised for asking questions, the way you laughed when you were uncomfortable.

✧ He never interrupted you when you put yourself down. He’d wait till you were done, then say, “I think you’re being unfair to someone I care about.” Just soft enough to make it sting in the right way.

✧ Count on him to never be blunt, but he was honest. “You’re harder on yourself than anyone else could ever be,” he said once. “And if someone else said the things you say to yourself, I’d ask them to leave.”

✧ He’d take your hand during quiet moments and trace little circles over your knuckles while talking about absolutely anything—tea, missions, weather—until your breathing slowed. His way of anchoring you without making a fuss.

✧ When you doubted your value, he reminded you with facts. “You saved that squad last week. You’re here, still standing, when others might’ve fallen. That means something.”

✧ Jushiro never let you dismiss your contributions. “You made a difference. You always do. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t make it any less true.”

✧ If you tried to apologise for not being good enough, he’d cut in gently, “You don’t have to apologise for being human. You’re allowed to have moments. You’re allowed to need reassurance.”

✧ He kept a calm kind of confidence in you. “I believe in your strength,” he said simply one day, when you were doubting your worth. “Even when you can’t.”

✧ When you felt unworthy of his presence, he took your hand, placed it over his chest, and said, “This heart has stood through a thousand years of war. And it still feels lighter when you’re near.”

✧ Has a talent for making you feel safe even in your most vulnerable moments. He never rushed you out of them, just stayed.

✧ He encouraged you through action more than words. He let you lead small team assignments, made space for your decisions, and when things went well, he’d smile and say, “I knew you’d handle it. I trusted you to.”

✧ The day you broke down, whispering that you didn’t see anything worth holding onto in yourself, he held you like you were made of glass and said into your hair, “Then I’ll hold on for the both of us. Until you can.”

✧ He left you notes sometimes. Folded neatly. Just lines like: You did well today. I hope you see that too. Or Your presence makes the Seireitei a better place.

✧ He never told you to stop feeling what you felt. He just helped you carry it. “Let’s carry it together,” he said once, after a particularly rough week. “You shouldn’t have to bear all that weight alone.”

✧ He never allowed your pain to feel like an inconvenience. He made it feel like something sacred—something he wanted to understand, not fix or brush away.

✧ And when you began healing, he noticed. “There’s light in your eyes again,” he said quietly one evening. “I missed that.”

✧ Being with him didn’t make you suddenly love yourself. And it made it harder to hate yourself.

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Shinji's dub voice actor in TYBW does a good job, but I MISS HIS OLD VOICE ACTOR SO MUCH <\3 THE SONIC VOICE WAS SO SEXY IDCCCC

I mourn this every day.

a few bleach sketch requests! Yoruichi, Isane, and Renji. hopefully can do more later

❤︎ catching the bleach men smelling your panties (smau) ❤︎

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

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, shinji hirako,mayuri kurotsuchi, kisuke urahara

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wanted to post something but didn't know what to post, so behold Ichigo