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✰ episode 04

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pls hcs for rose hisagi and shinji hearing their s/o singing in the shower and being really good which could lead to possible nsfw ;)

The bit for Rose just popped into my head and I had to write these immediately~

Rojuro “Rose” Otoribashi

Rose has an ear for music, literally. He can always pick up on music that other people can barely hear. So if you thought you were safe, your singing covered by the sound of the shower running, you thought wrong. The first time you make the mistake of singing in the shower when Rose is home, he's going to hear it.

You poor thing, there you are, blithely belting out one of your favourite songs when Rose comes barging into the bathroom with his guitar strapped around his neck.

He ignored your yelling and the steam and the general bad idea of startling someone slippery and naked, and exhorts you to keep singing while he accompanies you on the guitar.

'Sing, my shower siren!'

Shinji Hirako

At first Shinji wonders if you've left one of his records playing in the other room, but most of the songs have a backing track of a running shower.

He loiters outside the door for a while, ear pressed to the wood to listen to you singing. Hell, he didn’t know you were that good. Shinji’s pleased. He loves being around musicians and musically-talented people (most of the time). Do you even know how good you are? He’s never heard you singing in front of him before. That’s gonna have to change.

There’s no way he’s not going to barge in.

’Ya takin’ requests, doll? Ay, don’t throw the soap at me!’

Shuhei Hisagi

Shuhei stumbles in from a long day editing piss-poor grammar and getting treated like a punching bag by Mashiro to hear a lovely voice coming out of his bathroom. For a second he wonders if he’s got a strange kind of tinnitus, but of course it has to be you.

He slides open the bathroom door and steps in quietly to hear some more. It might be a while before you notice him, because he’s just leaning against the sink listening to you.

’Damn, I didn’t know you could sing like that.’ His eyes widen. ’We can form a band!’

’No way. Not happening.’

Console him by inviting him into the shower with you. He can make you sing a different tune, wink-wink~

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kind of a screenshot redraw?? more of a study

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omg my nsfw ulquihime post got flagged 😳 i just wanted to find the artist man 😔 but i did lol so thank u to the person that replied with the artist’s name!! <3

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Sketches by tite kubo ☆

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Hiiii~~ can I get a sequel of that delishh Kensei masturbation fic except it's Byakuya who's pining for a subordinate Im sorry if I'm being v dorty ಥ‿ಥ

Gasp! You dorty little thing. I hope this is what you were looking for! :D

Byakuya Kuchiki

‘Yes, Kuchiki-taicho.’

There is something odd about your voice. It is far too breathless for delivering a training report. You sound like a new recruit, nervous to be speaking to your taicho for the first time, not the capable, confident officer Byakuya knows you to be.

’Is something wrong?’

Usually he would not concern himself with the issues of a subordinate, but he relies on you to help keep the Sixth Division running. If something is weighing on your mind, it could well impact the overall performance of the squad.

To his surprise, you bite your lip and lower your eyes. That move is far too demure for you. He’s seen it on the faces of noblewomen at the events he is obliged to attend, but never expected it to manifest on the face of one of his trusted subordinates. The light in his office has changed. It was a crisp, clear daylight before. Now it is a soft, golden light, catching the few motes of dust that dare escape the stringent cleaning of his servants and making them glitter. It paints your face in rich, subtle hues. If he didn’t know you had no influence on the weather, he might have thought you staged it just so.

’Do you intend to answer me?’

He injects his tone with authority. Your eyes flicker up, and a smile curves your lips. You look mischievous all of a sudden, like you’re about to confess a secret. Byakuya frowns, just a small pinch between his eyebrows. This demeanour is utterly inappropriate, but he cannot find the words to reprimand you. His tongue is still as he waits for whatever you are going to say, his gaze fixed on your lips as you lick them, preparing to spill whatever is on your mind. They open-

Byakuya opened his eyes.

The dim, hazy light of predawn filtered in through the paper-covered sliding doors that led to his private veranda and garden. He rolled his head back toward the ceiling, emitting a slow, controlled sigh.

A dream.

That explained the foolish behaviour. He knew you would never act in such a way, trying to play the coquette with him. Your interest in him was purely professional. Proper. Appropriate.

It was a shame the same could not be said about Byakuya.

He lifted a knee, intending to move out from under the blankets and head for his bathroom. He would bathe, dress, then call for a cup of tea and the morning reports before joining Rukia for breakfast in the dining room. He didn’t get that far.

His predicament came to light as the expensive cloth of his robe brushed against his groin. Byakuya let out a soft grunt. He’d been so caught up in the impropriety of dreaming about you like that, he had failed to notice the dream had left him with a souvenir. Curses sprung to mind, left unuttered, as he sagged back against his pillow. Surely, he would not be reduced to this.

He could ignore it. The problem would go away by itself if he just got up and went about his morning routine, but the memory of your face flooded his mind again, and he felt an insistent throb. A rare flush of embarrassment crept into his cheeks. He was a man, and a young one, so he was no stranger to the demands of his flesh, but to be thinking about a subordinate like a hormone-addled teenage boy was beyond the pale.

Alas, where one thought crept in more followed, as his mind helpfully picked up the story threads his unfinished dream had dropped, and began to weave them back together.

’There is something on my mind, taicho…’

Byakuya knew he was defeated. He bent a knee, bracing his foot against the soft futon, and reached down to loosen his robe. His slate grey eyes roved the plain white ceiling above, then closed. A muscle ticked in his jaw, the only outward sign of annoyance at himself.

His irritation was soon forgotten when he closed his hand around his shaft, squeezing for a moment, almost in self-reprimand for what he was about to do. With a sigh, Byakuya loosened his grip, lightly drawing his fist along the length of his cock. At first the stimulation felt too intense, shivers crawling over his skin, but then a heavy warmth settled into his gut as his thoughts slipped smoothly into the gutter.

Disjointed from the previous scene, but he doesn’t need a logical narrative. You on your back, arms splayed beside your head, eyes half-closed and hazy. Your lips are open again, but it is not words that come out but soft cries and pants of pleasure. His mind’s eye wanders, drawing his gaze down your bare throat and naked shoulders, the curves of your chest and waist, stomach and his. His hips are nestled between your stocking-clad thighs, which he has spread and draped over his elbows.

Byakuya throbbed against his hand, and gave himself a firmer stroke, following the sense of urgency that visual gave him. It was utterly inappropriate to be thinking about you like that, but the taboo only made his desire flush hotter. He shifted on his bed, black hair mussed against the pillow, white robe half open to reveal toned, pale flesh. He’d be an enticing picture, if only you could see. You were out there somewhere, utterly unaware that your taicho was pleasuring himself to the thought of you.

His thumb brushed over the head, feeling the wetness that already gathered there. He has not indulged in quite some time, and the thought of you is a temptation.

Sweetness creeps in, alongside the lust. The taste of your mouth, parting under his. The gentle climb of your hands up the slope of his back, tangling in his hair and pulling him back to you because you need more.

Your name issued from Byakuya’s mouth before he could stop it. Low, strained. Too quiet for the servants to hear, but it seemed to hang in the air around him. He could not stop now, even if he wanted to. Tension gathered along his thighs and the small of his back, along with restless, jittering energy. The feeling tightened in the pit of his stomach. Byakuya turned his face to the side, grey eyes dark and hazy and not seeing the pristine bedroom before him.

He sees your face slowly cloud over with pleasure, like a soft kind of pain as it builds, before it all melts into bliss. All because of what he has done to you. He hears his name in your voice. Not ‘sir’, not ‘Kuchiki-taicho.’

’Byakuya…’

Your name spilled from his lips again, deeper this time, as the final push he needed. He felt a warm trickle on the back of his hand and sagged back against his futon, already cursing his foolish lack of self-control. With his clean hand, he swept damp strands of hair from his forehead, and let out a short, irritable sigh.

The aftermath of that dream may be dealt with, but you are a conundrum he is still left with.

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Ulquiorra (Hollow)

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me seeing ppl hate on a ship i like

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Not to go on too much about Ulquiorra again but I think what’s so attractive about him as a character is that he deals with things in moderation. He just radiates the concept, maybe even excessively (that’s a funny oxymoron). He doesn’t flaunt his power, doesn’t even look that physically strong (in fact, he’s pretty short and scrawny if you look at his stats) or do anything for the sole purpose of intimidation, unlike many of the Espada. Ulquiorra doesn’t care about anything and that’s what’s chilling about him. He’s powerful but completely neutral in a strict and uncompromising way, not entering fights until it’s necessary, uninterested in Nnoitra-esque meaningless rampages. But if he does have a reason to fight, you know damn well he’s going to. It’s because he normally keeps his cool that it becomes a major threat when he doesn’t. What comes across as fascinating isn’t raw power, as you would often believe, but control — and Ulquiorra has so much control over himself (and his surroundings too if needed) that he makes a much stronger impression than impulsive characters. Much of this control derives from his apathy, neutrality and emptiness that make him immune to the influence of emotions, the most common cause for a loss of self-regulation. It’s a blessing and a curse, because it leaves him with an unfulfilled curiosity towards what he’s lacking, hence his insistence in arguing with Orihime about the ‘heart’, feelings and empathy. He’s frustrated about it, which is an emotion in itself and proves that ultimately there’s something human under the surface, despite Ulquiorra being adamant about his own lack of humanity. This plays into a bigger theme of the Arrancar Arc (which I may or may not make a post about), an effort humanize hollows that creates the biggest contrast with Ulquiorra out of all the Espada. Because the void is his main character theme, the need to fill it is stronger and leads him closer to humans than everyone else. Beyond his calm demeanor and skills, I like him because he was immersed in and defined by nothingness but there was something in him that wanted to overcome it, whether consciously or not.

Tl;dr I just really love Ulquiorra, he’s a treasure trove if you spend enough time interpreting him, please appreciate the nihilist bat guy

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