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I am a freak and that is ok

Anyone who hates on me for my writing has never picked up a pencil in their life

I should be more self indulgent

My characters should suffer more

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Flipped Velvet

Shinji Hirako x fem!reader

CW: MDNI, nsfw, smut, dom!Shinji, costume kink, dry humping, manhandling, doggystyle, spanking, slight breeding kink, creampie

WC: 2,450

Notes: The idea for this came to me the other month out of the blue, and I figured what better time to post this than Easter weekend! I had intended on Shinji being more of a switch in this, but he clearly had other plans lolll 🙃 Happy Easter to those who celebrate! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

Shinji wasn’t quite sure how he ended up in this situation. When he had first laid eyes on the skimpy little costume in the magazine he got from Lisa, he knew immediately that he had to buy it for you. Images of you pinned beneath him, a panting and whimpering mess as the outfit became more and more disheveled from his movements making his cock twitch in his pants.

When he showed you the garment, he had expected you to be a little hesitant at first. That cute, flustered look he loved so much gracing your features as you tried to deny wearing the outfit, only to give in at the end. What he hadn’t expected, however, was for you to flip the script on him.

You had turned it into a game; whoever lost had to wear the outfit. He had taken you up on the challenge. With a smug smirk plastered on his face and cocky that he wouldn’t lose, he declared, “Ya sure, doll? I won’t go easy on ya.” You had stared him head-on, not backing down, a mischievous quirk playing on your lips.

Shinji wasn’t used to situations being turned upside down on him. Usually, he was the one to flip everyone’s world on its head. So to say he was surprised when you had won was quite an understatement. It had completely taken him by surprise, flooring him as you pushed him into the bathroom with the costume in hand and a cheeky grin.

Shinji blinks hard as he stares at his reflection in the mirror, hands on his hips as he angles himself this way and that to get a better view, eyeing how his thin body fits in the outfit he had purchased for you. The sheer fishnets slinking up his legs, black latex hugging his skin tight, a white collar tied with a bow wrapped around his neck. The cherry on top was the pair of black velvety bunny ears resting atop his sunny locks.

That’s right. He bought a skimpy bunny costume. For you to wear. And you had somehow turned it against him.

“Shinji~!” You call out to him. “Are you done yet, babe?”

With a sigh, he gives one final look at his reflection before stepping out of the bathroom, black heels clicking with his footsteps. 

When you lay your eyes on him, your gaze immediately hones in on the bulge barely contained by the thin cloth at the crotch of the suit. This was exactly what you had wanted, your mouth watering at the sight.

He clears his throat awkwardly. Your eyes flick back up to his, and you note the light pink that flushes his cheeks, making the clumsy expression he wears all the more amusing.

“Look at you! See? I knew you’d look way better in it than me.”

Shinji returns the cheeky smile you give him with an unimpressed look, raising an eyebrow at you. “Yeah, no. I mean, 'course I rock any outfit I wear," he poses, confident demeanor returning, "yer supposed to be the one wearin’ this.”

“But a deals a deal, though, right?” You tilt your head innocently at him.

He twitches at the playful tone in your voice as you tease him, pulse spiking from hidden anticipation. While he still prefers for you to be wearing the scanty garment, he can’t deny the small part of him that’s enjoying the way your eyes hungrily wander over his body and the teasing tone in your voice.

“Come on, you look so cute!” You coo, reaching for the ears on his head and pretending to pet them. “You make such a cute bunny.”

He’s reached his limit, though; the taunting words drifting from your soft lips, voice like honey, nimble fingers dancing across his skin as you feel more of the outfit. He’s snapping, hands on you within seconds as he grabs your wrists and pushes you back, pinning you against the wall.

“And how about now, hm? Still think I’m cute?” His voice drawls lowly in your ear as his lips ghost against your neck, causing shivers to prick along your skin. The sudden surprise from his forcefulness fades quickly, giving way to arousal in its place.

You swallow thickly before responding. “Yeah, the ears look cute on you…” Your heart is hammering in your chest as his breath traces your skin. The grip on your wrists tightens a fraction as his gaze flicks over to you, eyes peeking from underneath his bangs. The sultry swirls darkening his usual warm browns have you biting your lip in anticipation.

“Yeah? Even when I do this?”

His lips finally press to yours. It’s the kind of kiss that has your knees going weak, his tongue snaking into your mouth, leaving you dizzy and breathless. You’re thankful for the strong grip he has on you otherwise, you’d be melting to the floor, putty in his hands.

Shinji’s free hand moves from its grip on your chin to roam along the curve of your body, and he’s reminded once again of the fact that you aren't in the skimpy ensemble he's currently donning. With a grunt, he presses his hips against yours, grinding into you.

“Yeah…” you trail off with a gasp, trying to answer his question and not succumb to the pleasure. Something about him dressed in the bunny outfit has you wanting to keep on teasing him, the red flushing his skin an addictive look on him. You reach around and give the little puffball of a tail sitting on his flat ass a squeeze. “And so's this.”

He jumps slightly, surprised by your touch, eyes widening as he stares at the pleased glimmer reflecting in your eyes.

“Oh? So ya wanna play it that way, huh?” A dark look passes over his features that has your heart racing with excitement as his grip tightens on you. “Well, sorry to burst yer bubble, sweet cheeks, but this ain’t how it’s goin’ down tonight.”

He pulls away from you, quick like a rabbit, and tugging on your wrists, pulling you onto the bed. You only have a second to process before his lips are crashing to yours, more urgently and headily this time. You moan into his mouth when he bites at your lip, slipping his tongue inside. His hand roams under your shirt, leaving tingling goosebumps in its wake as it runs across your skin. Deft hands quickly undo the clasp of your bra, pulling your shirt off of you and immediately moving to grope your breasts and play with your nipples.

You’re breathless once his lips part from yours. He nips at your neck, leaving little marks that have you gasping before he places soothing kisses over the spots. Even when he’s being rougher with you, he still shows his sweet side by making sure you’re not in any real pain. He’d never want to actually hurt you.

"Look how cute you look all marked up like this." There's a mocking tone in his voice, reminding you that he's still pressed about the outfit swap.

Slowly, Shinji starts to grind his hips against yours. His barely contained bulge presses oh so nicely against your clothed core. He groans lowly against your throat from the friction, the latex suit a tight restraint on his hard erection. His tongue licks up your throat, the smooth metal from his piercing gliding against your skin as it applies pressure to the aching marks he leaves.

With his grasp no longer pinning your wrists up, you’re free to run your hands along his shoulders. Your fingers lock in his hair when he applies more pressure with his hips, biting at your neck harder when you tug gently on the silky blond locks. Your hands come into contact with velvet, knocking the material off accidentally. Distantly, you realize it was the ears, but your mind is elsewhere, the pleasure from his humping and nips turning your mind delirious as he moves lower and lower, giving your chest similar attention.

"Ahh, screw this!"

Shinji suddenly pulls away briefly to tug the one piece off, the tight latex becoming unbearable the more aroused he gets. He’s left in just the fishnets as he kicks off his heels, the thin material stretching around his hard-on. You can see precum oozing from his tip and you want nothing more than to suck him into your mouth, but he doesn’t let you flip the script on him again. He can see the look in your eye, knowing by now your little tells when you want to suck him off. As much as he'd love to feel the wet heat of your mouth as you wrap your lips around his dick, he has other ideas. So before you can even twitch a muscle, he’s pressing you back into the bed.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, gorgeous. You get to have a treat by seein’ me all dolled up like this, but what about me, huh?”

“But it was a deal,” you whine, trying to pull away from the clasp he has on your hands, but he just presses them deeper into the bed. “I won the game, fair and square.”

“Hm, yer right,” he leans in to kiss your cheek, “but I still want my treat.”

He moves, rolling you onto your stomach, his warm hands sliding down your back before arching your hips up and giving your ass a spank. You yelp from the sudden sting, slick pooling and dripping from your pussy as the slight pain gives way to pleasure.

Shinji groans, watching the way your ass jiggles each time his hand comes down on your cheeks. His already achingly stiff cock grows even harder as your moans reach his ears.

“My naughty girl... Enjoyin’ this are ya?” Another spank, and when he sees your empty hole clenching on nothing, he can’t hold it in anymore.

He’s ripping the fishnets off, fisting his cock in his hand and sighing as he slides it briefly through your slick folds before slowly sinking into your wet heat. He groans loudly, relishing in the way you squeeze him tight. The warmth from your walls almost does him in right then and there, but he holds it off.

His grip on your hips tightens as he hunches over you, readying himself to start thrusting. When he stays still though, you whine, wiggling your ass back into him to get him to start moving.

“Impatient little thing, huh? Let me savor it a bit…” He hisses teasingly, hand spanking your ass again.

He’s feeling impatient too, though, and so he quickly starts a steady pace, hips rolling back before slamming into your drooling cunt. You both share a groan, relishing the way his thick cock fills your needy heat again and again.

Shinji bites his lip, running a hand through his hair and down his neck, only now realizing he still has the collared bow tie on. His hand yanks it off with a grunt, freeing his sweaty neck from its binding.

The angle he has you in has him hitting you deep. You're seeing stars every time the head of his cock nudges that particularly good spot inside you. Shinji hones in on it, purposefully hitting the spot with each thrust, his balls hitting your clit each time his pelvis meets yours.

"That feel good, doll? Yeah? Oh fuck, that does feel good," he gasps, driving into your raised hips harder.

Your orgasm builds and builds from the steady pounding and the added friction on your sweet spot until it’s spilling over and you’re cumming on his cock. Shinji continues rutting into you, prolonging your orgasm, your cum slipping out and dripping down your thighs with each roll of his hips.

���Did’ya cum, baby?” His hands caress your hips soothingly for a moment before his grip tightens. “I’m not done yet, though.” His drawling voice teases and with one fell swoop, you find yourself on your back, his cock easing back into your sensitive core.

“Think you’ve got another in ya?”

And with that, he’s pumping into you again, folding you over so that your thighs are by your shoulders, pressing you into the cushioned bed underneath. His hips roll into you at a pace that leaves you dazed, moans squeaking past your lips. Trying to ground yourself, your arms find purchase on his bare shoulders, grip tightening as his thrusts bring you close to another climax.

Shinji pulls back to watch you, still keeping his rhythm. “Look at how good yer takin’ me, sweetheart.” He croons, watching your belly bulge with each press of his hips into yours. The thought of his load cumming into you bare and filling you up making his dick twitch inside you.

“Gonna fill ya up with cum till yer all knocked up, yeah?” His voice is shaky from his impending release.

“Please, cum inside me!” You gasp, urging him on with sweet moans.

His face latches onto your neck, kissing and nipping as he grunts, your wet heat spurring him on. His thrusts become unsteady as he reaches his peak and with a few more, he cums deep inside you, filling you up as ropes of white flood your walls.

After a brief moment and with a contented sigh, he pulls his softening length out of you. Shinji can’t stop the sly grin that slowly forms on his face as he takes you in; hair a mess, bite marks and hickeys lining your neck, pussy leaking your combined juices. He’d never tire of the sight of you like this.

He leans down to place an affectionate kiss on your lips, laying down next to you and pulling you to his chest.

“I wasn’t too rough on ya, darlin’?” His eyes roam over your form, checking to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere, rubbing soothing circles on your sore butt.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” You burrow into him more, swinging a leg over his, not caring at all that you're smearing sticky fluids onto him. You figure you both are going to go bathe after this anyway.

Shinji hums in response, distractedly running his hands up and down your back, savoring your warmth.

Looking off to the side, his eyes spot the discarded bunny ears, a reminder of how you both ended up this way. Picking them up, he turns to you. “Still think I looked cute in these?”

“If I say yes, are we going for another round?”

He flashes a smirk before rolling on top of you.

“Wanna find out?” And he’s kissing you once more, the two of you going at it like rabbits long into the night.

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*shakes fictional character* where is the rest of your information I want to know more about you

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Mt Yoshino, Japan

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Bonehead

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🍭 Warning: Messy smut of all kind. nsfw.

🍭 Sensually and suggestively sucking on a lollipop during a meeting and making eye contact with him the entire time as you stand at the back of the crowd.

🍭 Victims: Szayelaporro, Grimmjow, Starrk, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken

Post-meeting Briefing. Espada and Quincy Edition.

Soul Reaper Captains edition here

Szayelaporro doesn't even wait for the meeting to end. You are standing in the back of the room, something creepy crawls up your leg under your pant legs and injects itself into your wet folds, tearing through the fabric of your panties because damn thing is alive. You drop the lollipop and squeal. The closest to you turn their heads from the sudden disturbance and distraction. You bite your lower lip and silently orgasm, his grin and eyes locked on you the entire time.

Grimmjow impatiently waits for the damn meeting to end, unable to concentrate and focus. You seductively deep-throat the lollipop while standing at the back of the crowd. No one noticed you except for Grimmjow. The man is itching to scratch your insides with his throbbing dick. The lollipop is licked to the last bite, and the meeting finally ends. He eventually does end up chasing you down the hallway like a maniac and pins you down on the floor, hard dick slaps you across the face and he deep throats you until your vision becomes blurry. He foolishly thinks you learned your lesson until you try it again at the next meeting, not with one, but two lollipops. Licking back and forth between the two before taking them both into your mouth, cheeks poking out like a chipmunk, eagerly waiting for your next punishment. Two lollipops? What the hell were you implying now?

Starrk doesn't seem bothered. He passes you a glance and watches you lick the handy treat as if you were licking his dick under the table. You know it is bothering him, but he shows no emotions. He looked tired as the meeting dragged on for an hour. And once the meeting finished, you followed behind him, waiting for his reaction. He gives you a yawn and curls up on his mountain of pillows. You pout and sit beside him, poking his cheeks, demanding attention. Too late. He is already out. So you help yourself. Pulling out his painfully hard cock out of his pants, you shake your head in disbelief as he would choose sleep over a blow job. Why not have both? He doesn't seem to mind.

Askin had to do a double-take when you flashed him a brightly coloured lollipop, red 40, his nemesis. He didn't like artificial dyes because he could taste the chemical aftertaste. He passed you a thumbs down, disapproving of your bad taste, but you continued with your actions regardless. The point was to tease him during the meeting, not to judge your palate. He had to fix your mistake and offer your taste buds something more 'sophisticated'. His dick. And so he had you on your knees, guiding his hard 'coated' cock all the way down your throats because the taste buds do happen to linger far beyond the oral cavity. What do you taste? Pomegranate. A good natural replacement for red 40.

Bazz-B just endures it. He surprisingly, quietly endures it while you tease him with a ‘thick’ long lollipop that is thicker than the girth of his dick. He knows what game you are playing and the silent insults you are throwing at him. So he just patiently endures it until the end of the meeting. The silence worries you. And he doesn't say another word about it until the next day and another meeting. Before the meeting started, he shoved you under the table and unzipped his pants, pulling out his flaccid cock. And you went to work, trying to be discreet and sneaky, legs of other high-ranking Qunicies slowly surround you as they take their seats at the table. You suck and choke, tears down your cheek when he forces himself balls deep down your throat. Now, who was thicker? His balls or the lollipop?

Ryuken was finishing up a staff meeting at his hospital. He didn't expect to see you performing a vulgar tongue dance at the back of the staff room. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. A staff member asked if he was alright. “A headache” was his quick reply. He wasn't lying. After the staff meeting, he entered an empty treatment/exam room. You followed without an invitation. The open door was the invitation. He pushed you on top of the exam table and had his way, a quickie before his next patient. The next patient was already waiting in the waiting room. It was fast and quick. Time was ticking, and he was known as a punctual doctor. You pulled up your pants, cum leaking down your legs and before you exit the room, you stick your hand in the jar of lollipops and help yourself, passing him a wink-- 'until next time'.

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Me after clicking a p link thinking it was a fic rec.

Jumpscare.

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Okay! Headcanons (don't mind me being mildly tipsy lol)!

Who would build Lego with reader? Urahara? Kira? Hisagi?

Thanks for the request! This is my first time writing headcanons specifically in this format. This turned to be more like what would they do if they found you drinking and building with Legos. I included Ukitake and Grimmjow as a bonus. I hope you like it!

Reader has gotten their hands on both some quality booze and an interesting toy from the Wolrd of the Living. They have made the bold move to dump said Legos out, spread out the instructions, and attempt to build their new project while bordering on being drunk. How will their friend/ S.O. react??

SFW, Rated T for teen, allusions to smut, nothing actually explict, fluffy bits, drinking, swearing. gn!reader Kisuke Urahara, Shūhei HIsagi, Jūshirō Ukitake, Izuru Kira, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Kisuke Urahara

When Kisuke sees you all hunched over with your tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration, his first thought will be to wonder what the hell sort of contraption you are building at 11 pm. That becomes apparent within a matter of seconds as he silently watches you drink your booze from the bottle while you play with a children’s toy as he lurks in the doorway. With no one else there to see, the corners of his mouth will turn up into a little smile of genuine affection. He does briefly wonder why you have chosen his dining table for your drunken Lego building, however. Then, he decides it doesn’t matter.

Why doesn’t it matter? Because he knows you are drunk, oblivious to his presence, and the look of concentration on your face is too cute to ignore. And, how can he possibly resist the urge to scare the crap out of you like the troll he is? If your ‘drunk concentration face’ looks cute, then he’s sure that your flustered, ‘post-jump scare face’ will look downright sexy.

As the former head of the Onmitsukidō Detention Unit, it’s absolute child’s play for him to sneak up right behind you with you none the wiser, at least until he makes his presence known by leaning over your shoulder.

“Good evening, ______-ちゃん~!” He’ll give you The Grin. You know the one. It’s the grin that manages to be a perfect mix of a shit-eating smirk and a little smile of complete innocence. Your less inhibited state means it’s guaranteed to ruffle your feathers just as much as being startled does.

If he’s feeling generous, he might not even dodge the sloppy, startled swing you take at him. It’s not like you’ll really hurt him anyway, but he’ll hold his nose and pout about how mean you are to him before happily sitting down next to you on the tatami.

Kisuke will watch you struggle with the tiny pieces while looking over the directions. If it’s a set with moving parts, he’s already figured out 5 ways to improve the design without requiring a single extra piece before you realize he’s stolen the instructions. Then, he will commence pouring you more drinks and teasing you with “helpful advice” (while never actually helping) until you’re an irritated, plastered mess.

He’ll somehow still manage to charm you into abandoning your Lego project in favor of letting him carry you off to bed. His bed since you are obviously too drunk to go anywhere else.

This outcome is inevitable. He already had 20 contingincy plans to get you right where he wanted you before he even walked into the room.

Shūhei Hisagi

Shūhei‘s interest in your Lego building project will vary depending on what you are putting together. Star War Legos? Probably not. A giant Lego guitar or a Lego motorbike? Now you’ve caught his interest.

His interest in the quality of your alcohol, however, will be immediate, and he will be more than happy to partake as long as he is off duty (and it isn’t a deadline week for the Seireitei Bulletin).

If you’re just friends with Shūhei, he will likely hang out and happily drink your booze with you. (Don’t worry, he’ll return the favor, even though he’ll have to go into more debt with Urahara to get the good stuff.) This may or may not involve you being serenaded in some fashion before you both pass out.

If Shūhei is your s/o, he will not only drink your booze with you—and you probably invited him to, lets be honest—but he will also offer to help in some way or other. Perhaps it’s by holding what you’ve built still so it doesn’t run away from you when you try to snap on the next damnably tiny piece or by trying to decipher the instructions. Or, maybe he’ll just pour your drinks and offer to rub your shoulders while he watches you work.

He will certainly get up and make you both snacks. Shūhei is handy enough in the kitchen that whipping up a little something is no sweat, even if he’s already hammered. In fact, he’ll probably insist, bless his poor little cinnamon roll heart. (Think what you want about Matsumoto, but you can’t deny that she has the boy well-trained.)

As Shūhei‘s s/o you will definitely be getting serenaded once he’s good and toasted. The upside to being his s/o in this situation is that it is very easy to get him to stop without hurting his feelings. You just have to kiss him senseless and give him something else to occupy his hands.

And that is where your Lego building comes to a halt. If you haven’t finished the set by this point, that will be waiting until morning.

Jūshirō Ukitake

Jūshirō is always interested in whatever it is that you are doing. If he’s feeling well enough and not pressed with important deadlines, he will sit down beside you, tea in hand.

Of course, he’ll scold you a little when he realizes you are drunk, but it’s a very half-hearted sort of scolding. “______-chan! How much have you had to drink? It’s not good for you to drink so much, and all alone!” … “Shunsui came by earlier? Ah, well… I suppose that explains some things.” Under his breath, he will mutter something about having to “have a talk with Shunsui later.”

It doesn’t take much to distract him from his gentle lecture. You just have to smile at him sweetly, lean your head against his shoulder, and thank him for looking after you so well. He’ll clear his throat and take a drink of his tea to hide the color in his cheeks.

If you talk him through what you are trying to accomplish, Jūshirō’s inner child will come to the surface in no time. He’ll look over your shoulder at the directions, and if you haven’t done so already, he will offer to sort all the pieces by color for you.

Jūshirō gets this adorable, boyish grin on his face any time he has the good fortune to indugle in childish things, a grin that is often present when you buy him his favorite sweets. He will certainly enjoy his time with you, but if you have the bonsai tree legos, you should probably just focus on drinking because...

Jūshirō is going to steal your toy from you. He may or may not follow the instructions. “I’m sure they’ve printed this incorrectly. This branch should surely go here.” or “This would look so much better if we just trimmed it down by a couple of bricks. There! That’s lovely!” His bonsai pruning skills (or lack thereof) will be put to use. You just don’t have the heart to tell him no.

But, that’s ok because the best part of the whole experince is watching Jūshirō when he goes into ‘second childhood’ mode. It’s the cutest thing ever, and never fails to make your heart do little flips in your chest. The pleasantly warm and fuzzy feeling from the alcohol only adds to the attraction, and Jūshirō might well find you drapped over his shoulders like his Captain’s haori long before that Lego set is completely constructed.

This leads to more adorable blushing on Jūshirō’s part, which eventually leads to playtime that has nothing to do with Legos.

Izuru Kira

The serious and often gloomy Izuru doesn’t have much use for children’s toys from the World of the Living, but like his friend Hisagi-san, the alcohol will probably catch his attention, especially given what he has been dealing with the last few months.

If he isn’t on duty early the next morning and he’s not too covered up with paperwork, you can probably convince him to have a few rounds with you. If you have managed to gain his trust enough to be his s/o, then he will look back and forth between you, the bottle, you, the door, you…

If he has obligations the next day, he will feel guilty, but he will also trust you to understand and will try to excuse himself, promising to spend time with you as soon as he off duty, for dinner perhaps. “Ah, I’m so sorry ______-さん. Requisition reports are— Ah! _____, wh-what are you—?! W-wait! The door is wide o— Mmphf!!”

Izuru works far too hard, and you have no trouble taking it upon yourself to be sure that he doesn’t work himself into a bed at the 4th Division’s Coordinated Relief Station. It is criminally easy to get Izuru flustered, even without the aid of alcohol, so your drunken affections will have him ushering you back to whatever spot you’ve chosen for your building project in short order. Anything to get the door shut and make you stop trying to kiss him in plain view of the street.

Getting Izuru truly interested in the Legos might take some effort, but wheedling him into staying with you will be a fairly easy task. Suggesting that you will just have to drink the entire bottle so it doesn’t go to waste (which you might really do) should be enough to bring out his protective side. After all, he can’t have his s/o getting hurt because they got completely wasted and he left them unattended.

Izuru will tell himself that he’s only staying to make sure you don’t get yourself into any trouble since you are already too far gone to talk sense into. He’ll tell himself that, but let’s face it, if the saké is sitting in plain view, he’s gonna cave and have just one cup. Okay. Maaaybe two.

After his third or fourth cup, Izuru is sitting shoulder to shoulder with you helping you put together that Lego set. Izuru is, unfortunately, a bit of a lightweight compared to you when it comes to his alcohol tolerance, so he is almost as uncoordinated as you are by this point. It’s the perfect time to turn your current activity into a drinking game! Put a piece on wrong? Take a drink. Fail to get a piece taken on or off in three tries? Take a drink!

It turns out that Izuru is woefully bad at this game. He also gets over heated quite easily when he drinks. Somewhere between cups six and eight, he will start stripping out of his shihakushō. By the eight to ten cup mark, he is laid out on your floor in nothing but his fundoshi, his face flushed from the alcohol (and from your merciless teasing.) The Legos have been completely forgotten by this point.

You have hidden what’s left of the alcohol since you don’t want to end up holding his bangs back while he pukes (again.) You aren’t enough of a jerk to totally take advantage of Izuru when he’s this drunk. You’re even nice enough to help him stumble off to bed (your bed) for some drunken snuggles, and when he wakes up in morning with a horrible hangover, you’ll know just how to help him get rid of that awful headache.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

As you squint at the instructions trying to make the words hold still, you’ll be rudely interrupted by a voice from behind. “Oi! The fuck is that?”

He’ll huff at you, arms crossed over his chest as you grin up at him and give a rambling explanation of what Legos are and why you wanted them and how fun it is even though you were just swearing because you can’t pry apart two tiny pieces you put together by mistake.

“Wait a damn… why’re you drunk? No, I’m not helping you, not until you tell me where you got the booze!” He’ll growl and grumble and threaten a few people—“Kurosaki get those for you? No? Ha! It musta been pervy hat! Yeah, well I’ll take care of that bastard as soon as I take care of you” He’ll leer at you in a totally lascivious way—then totally deny that he’s jealous after you manage to tell him it was Nel that brought things back for you.

He’ll scoff about ’stupid human toys’ to shift the focus away from being called out on his jealousy and adamantly refuse to help you. “Heh. No fuckin’ way. I don’t build shit, I break it!” Eventually he’ll give in to to your cleverly calculated pouting, carefully prying apart your misplaced Lego bricks. He will also confiscate your booze “for your own good dammit.”

Grimmjow may or may not drink said booze, depending on what it is and how much is left, but one thing is certain; you’re damn sure not getting any more.

If he’s particularly bored, he will be an absolute ass about making sure you can’t concentrate on those Legos for shit. If he didn’t drink your booze, he will probably taunt you with the bottle at some point, until you are in a hopeless game of keep-away-way where Grimmjow’s objective is getting you so riled up that you try to climb him like a tree to reach the bottle. (If he did drink the booze, he’ll steal the directions instead.)

This never ends with you getting back whatever he is holding hostage. It usually ends with you tossed over his shoulder and carried off to bed… if you make it that far.

He thinks he’s won, but this was actually your plan all along.

[merbear25]

Penpals headcanon - Vash x Reader

The letter writing starts as a little check-up on Vash. You can’t travel with him all the time, much like other friends on the road, so you start the age-old trend of writing letters to him. You leave small notes at each town’s postal service, never knowing if or when he’ll blow through. It’s almost like journaling, sending thoughts into the void. You don’t even expect a response, just hoping it might help take that sad look out of his eyes for a moment.

Until you get a letter back. Vash, with his chicken scratch for handwriting, and doodles of toma or himself because he’s self-conscious about how poor his penmanship is (he doesn’t have to write often!), and he wants to give you something for your efforts.

It doesn’t matter how often he receives your letters; he’s floored every time that you write to him. It becomes a game of scavenger hunt, trying to figure out where the next letter will pop up. Often, the first building Vash visits is the post office when coming into a new town. It becomes a habit, a little sparkle of hope in his eye when he sees buildings in the distance.

He starts collecting things on the road he can feasibly send to you. A pretty pebble, a green feather from a tomas, little things he can sneak into the post. You send photos back, showing off the jewelry you made from the item. A necklace against your throat. A feathery earring brushing your cheek. Your smiling face in them all. He treasures those photos more than he’s willing to admit.

He knows it can’t last forever, so he takes what is given. A stack of carefully wrapped letters always sits in his sack or one of his jacket pockets. He pulls them out when he has a moment of peace to allow himself an often-needed smile. The paper browns and softens with age and how often he thumbs over the ink. Some have bullet holes in them. He’s memorized most of the letters anyway, so it doesn’t bother him much. You do the same, though yours are crisper since your life isn’t nearly as dangerous as his.

This goes on for the better part of three decades, with random encounters with one another happening throughout. He thinks you’re getting older, that you’ll settle down at some point and forget to write him. Yet month after month and over the years, your letters come. It isn’t until one day Vash catches on that something doesn’t add up about you. The pictures you send show the same person, same face. He compares the newest to the oldest. Yeah, same person. Same age. And when you meet up after time has passed, you realize:

Neither of you have aged. Not in thirty years. Not even a little.

And suddenly, there’s a lot more to talk about.

[merbear25]

One Piece + Text Posts

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reblog to tell your mutual you’re proud of them and it’ll all work out

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Cutest 🦇🖤

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Don’t worry ur totally not going to get an infection