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GIVE ME HIM

shinji hirako

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Fandom Kombat 2025 (fandom Bleach 2025) - Accept it and relax

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RARARARARARRA RENRUKI

midwar kisses

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MY HANDSOME MAN

bleach(shinji hirako)

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You know for the first 18-ish years of your life everyone your age is mostly doing the same things and then all of a sudden every year for the rest of your life somebody your age is getting divorced while somebody else just learned what a leaf is and you have no idea what’s going on or what you’re supposed to be doing

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I did it. After a lifetime of using light mode on all my devices, I switched to dark mode. My eyes just can’t take it anymore, and after a few days of using it, I decided dark mode was actually kind of cozy and nice. So it was time to update my light mode art with a new version!

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me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

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🥹🥹🥹🥹

Birthday Reunion Pt1/4

So! A few days ago I started to ask about the birthdays in the bleach server where I am, and found out that other 3 beautiful people share the same birthday month with me! So as a gift, I decided to make a drawing for the 4 of us! <3

And since it is the first of the month, is my turn to reveal my side of the canvas and start this gifting madness!

Happy birthday to myself! <3

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I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do the dishes!

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Im screaming sobbing and crying WHAT A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY 🥹🩵😩😭🩵🩵🩵💗💗💗💗❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Shinji x reader

wc: 720

fluff. Dedicated to @tomitsulikeslemons 🎂 happy birthday love

You blow out the candles for the hundredth time, making the same wish you’ve been making for the past century—give or take a few years: to be reunited with your beloved—the exiled traitor.

And for the hundredth time, wishing proved useless. You wasted your breath on a tradition more commonly practiced in the world of the living—the world where your husband had taken refuge but his exact whereabouts was unknown.

You were one of the few who believed in his innocence.

It was the morning of your birthday. You followed your usual yearly routine—sticking a lit lantern candle into a steamed bun, blowing it out, making a wish, kissing the picture of your husband tucked beneath your futon, and then rushing out the door to get to work.

You did not return home that day.

You were entrusted with a mission to investigate an unusual spike in Hollow attacks surrounding a particular town. The Hollows were of elite level, and you quickly realized you couldn’t handle the situation alone. Bleeding profusely from the chest, your vision became blurry and with that you proceeded to loose consciousness. Just before everything faded to black, you caught a glimpse of a man with short blond hair wearing a Hollow mask. He sliced through the enemies with effortless precision. Despite his Hollow-like appearance, there was something familiar about his aura.

That man was your husband.

Months passed and seasons changed, yet you remained in a coma. Major events had come to pass, and justice was served, but you were not awake to witness such a feat. However on the 100th day, you had finally awaken and he was there to greet you.

“Good mornin’ sleepy head”, he whispered softly to make sure he did not startle his wife.

You blinked a few times to take control of your vision. His handsome face came to view.

“Miss me?” He grinned, his familiar wide grin displaying a row of pearly whites. His hair was short– very short. He wore his Captain Haori, a clear declaration of his reinstatement.

You opened your mouth, but your voice was still warming up, and all that came out was a strange gurgle.

“Ah ah…slow down, doll. I know ya got lots to share and lots to ask. Don’t ya rush it. I ain't goin’ ‘nywhere”. He placed his index finger gently against your lips, which should have been dry and chapped but instead felt soft and plump. Clearly, someone had kept those lips nice and moist while you slept.

For a few minutes, both sat in silence, simply absorbing each other's presence. Time had passed— a century or more— and the anticipation you once held was casted over by a thick cloud of doubt and despair.

Did he still love you?

Or did time slowly wash away that love, receding like the tide and leaving behind only memories etched in the sand?

He took your hands in his, and if his warm, familiar touch didn’t quiet your doubts, the ring on his finger spoke louder than words.

——

With your anchor by your side, you recovered quickly and were discharged a few days later.

He didn’t let your feet touch the ground. No—he carried you from the hospital bed all the way to his squad, a journey that took several hours. He could have moved faster, but he didn’t want to jolt your fragile, healing body.

“You must have suffered back in the world of the living”, you whispered with your head resting against his chest as he held you close to his heart.

“Nah. Those 100 years were nothing compared to the few months watchin’ ya do nothin’ but sleep. Now that was torture”.

He placed a tender kiss on top of your head and continued with the journey in silence. There was so much to say, 100 years worth of stories to share. Yet both choose silence and a quiet celebration that awaits.

After gently tucking you into his bed, he placed before you a cake topped with 100 candles—one for every birthday he had missed.

100 days late.

100 years of wait.

His face was only inches from yours as he hovered over the cake resting on your lap, his short blond hair falling like a curtain around his face.

“Let’s get married once more”, he whispered—a wish he had made for both.

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COULD NOT HAVE SAID IT BETTER MYSELF

It is such a nice feeling to be rewarded with a nice a person after going through hardships with another. It mends you. The compensation for all the betrayal you went through and it lets you finally experience happiness and acceptance.

Shinji was the perfect person to appear in Hinamori's life after what she went through. I think of at as, he was an amendment to her. After the shock and betrayal she went through with Aizen, let alone the mental, the physical damage he put her though. Hinamori was for sure down and would find it really hard to trust anybody ever again. But then Shinji showed up. With all his goofiness and good naturedness and easy going personality (and momo is such a delicate soul.) And he helped mend her.

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😩😭💗

It is such a nice feeling to be rewarded with a nice a person after going through hardships with another. It mends you. The compensation for all the betrayal you went through and it lets you finally experience happiness and acceptance.

Shinji was the perfect person to appear in Hinamori's life after what she went through. I think of at as, he was an amendment to her. After the shock and betrayal she went through with Aizen, let alone the mental, the physical damage he put her though. Hinamori was for sure down and would find it really hard to trust anybody ever again. But then Shinji showed up. With all his goofiness and good naturedness and easy going personality (and momo is such a delicate soul.) And he helped mend her.

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AHHH 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😩

aftercare with nanami after he fucked the guts out of you

“you okay, love?” nanami asks, his warms hand resting gently on your hip, grounding you, he’s still catching his breath, his chest rising slow, but his focus is all on you, his fingers brushing your skin like he’s checking for damage.

you nod your voice hoarse, a soft whimper escaping as you shift, the soreness making you wince. “yeah, just... damn..” you murmur, a tired smile tugging at your lips, your body still trembling, your heart full but raw.

“you went hard.” he exhales, a faint chuckle, his lips twitching into a rare, small smile, but his eyes are serious, searching yours. “too hard?” he asks, his tone careful, his hand sliding to your lower back, rubbing slowly, soothing circles, his calloused fingers gentle against your flushed skin.

“i got carried away. tell me if i hurt you.” you shake your head, reaching for his hand, lacing your fingers with his, the warmth of his palm steadying you. “no, it was perfect.” you say, your voice soft, honest, meeting his gaze, seeing the relief flicker in his eyes. “just… need you now. stay close.”

he shifts, grabbing a glass of water from the nightstand, holding it to your lips. “drink, love, you need it.” his tone’s gentle, his hand steadying the glass as you sip, slow and careful, your throat cooling, your body relaxing under his care.

“thanks..” you murmur, your voice small, setting the glass down, your hand trembling slightly as you reach for him, needing his warmth.

he notices, his eyes softening, and he pulls you into his lap, careful not to jostle you, his arms wrapping around you, strong and secure. “c’mere.” he says, his voice low, warm, tucking you against his chest, his hand stroking your hair, fingers threading through gently, untangling knots with a patience that’s so him.

“you did so well, so beautiful, taking everything i gave you.” his words are soft, sweet, a contrast to the rough edge he had earlier, his lips brushing your temple, your cheek, each touch a reassurance.

you sigh, a soft, needy sound, melting into him, your body sore but warming up to his touch, your head resting on his shoulder, his heartbeat steady under your ear. “kento..” you whisper, your voice breaking. “you’re too good to me, feel so.. cared for.”

he chuckles, his hand sliding down your back, rubbing slow, firm circles, easing the ache in your muscles. “you deserve it.” he says, his fingers finding a sore spot, kneading gently, making you moan.

“love hearing you like this, all soft and sweet after i've wrecked you.” you laugh, breathless, nudging his chest, your lips brushing his jaw. “wrecked is right.” you tease, your voice hoarse, your body relaxing further under his touch, his hands working down your spine, careful but strong, soothing every ache. “you’re gonna have to carry me tomorrow, you know.”

“gladly.” he says, kissing your hair, his hand sliding to your thigh, massaging gently, checking for soreness. “you sore anywhere specific, love? tell me.” his eyes scanned you, his fingers pausing, waiting for your answer. “just.. everywhere.” you admit, your voice small, a pout forming, and he nods, his lips twitching, not quite a smile but close, his hands resuming their work, gentle but firm, easing the tension in your thighs, your lower back.

“i've got you.” he murmurs, pulling a blanket over you both, tucking it around you, his arms never leaving you. “rest now, okay? im not going anywhere.” his fingers stroke your cheek, soft and slow.

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so the childhood yearning to live in a fantasy world just never goes away huh

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Here's a quick Shinji on his back doodle/wip/sketch? Just so u guys know I'm not dead💛

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no safe word.

(anything goes if it’s him)

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reblog to thank ur mutuals for providing enrichment to ur enclosure