​employed Full Time At The Sweetest Girl In The Whole World Factory

the ability to see more beauty in the world is a skill. the more beauty you see, the more comes to you, the more you create yourself. so much of the disempowerment people feel is because they are trained to see the ugly and negative in everything. you have to unpick your mind from the lure of negativity and train yourself to find beauty. if you want a beautiful life, it starts with learning to find the beauty everywhere.

my man my man my man

Ugh, lovee tis hairstyle on Shinji!

(Idk the artist, if anyone knows tell me, so I can credit)

@darthwhorecrux @villainsrtasty @tomitsulikeslemons

Shinji being the source that keeps us all going

Atlas and the Hesperides by John Singer Sargent (1921)

here i go being horny on the tl again 🫣

Question? How would the Quincy men perform oral sex? Would they be rough, gentle, fast, slow, etc?

A/N: I contemplated on writing for Uryu and Jugram again, since I had their response in NSFW headcanons, but I gave another response. More content for you all.

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 — calm, precise and utterly overpowering. He wouldn't rush. He’d drag his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every tremble and moan, maintaining unwavering eye contact as if reading and controlling every reaction. His beard would only add to the stimulation, brushing over sensitive areas like a constant teasing presence. He wouldn’t just use his tongue—his fingers would press, stretch, and grip, making sure you had no room to escape his attention.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — would be deeply attentive, treating oral as an art of discipline. He wouldn't rush, instead ensuring every flick, suck, and press of his tongue delivered the most precise pleasure possible. His focus would be intense, blue eyes locked onto you as if you were the only thing in existence. His hands would be firm, keeping you steady as he worked his tongue in slow strokes before shifting into something more intense—sucking, nipping, and humming in a way that sent vibrations deep into your core. Jugram wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied that he had wrung every drop of pleasure from you, leaving you trembling and breathless beneath him.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — would make oral into a game—slow, teasing, and playful, dragging it out far longer than necessary just to see how much you could take. He’d start with featherlight flicks, smirking at every twitch and whimper, dragging out anticipation until you were begging for more. His tongue would be dangerously skilled, switching between gentle licks and deep, drawn-out sucks, making sure to pause just when things got unbearable. He’d hum against you lazily, the vibrations enough to push you closer to the edge, only for him to pull back with a knowing chuckle. But once he got serious? His tongue would be relentless, switching between devastating precision and deep licks until he had you falling apart beneath him. And he’d love every second of it.

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳-𝐁 — wild, relentless, and absolutely filthy. He wouldn’t hold back, diving in with deep, messy licks, groaning into you as if he couldn't get enough. His hands would be gripping your thighs and hips as he ate you out like a man starving, tongue moving in quick, heated strokes, pressing, flicking, and swirling with raw passion. He wouldn’t care about pacing—he’d want you crying out, trembling, hands fisting in his hair as he worked you over again and again. He’d growl against you, the vibrations only heightening the sensation, and he wouldn’t stop until his face was soaked, until you were left breathless, trembling, and utterly spent.

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 — would treat oral like a task to be executed with flawless precision. He wouldn’t bother with teasing, going straight into deep, languid strokes of his tongue that had you falling apart before you even realised what hit you. His pace would be slow but thorough, every movement designed to extract the maximum response with minimal effort. He wouldn’t react to desperate whimpers or moans, keeping his composure even as his tongue worked relentlessly, but he would take in every shudder, every gasp, using that knowledge to craft his art. And the worst part? He wouldn’t even gloat about it—he’d simply wipe his mouth, adjust his glasses, and act as if he hadn’t just ruined you completely

𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 — would be surprisingly skilled. He’d start slow, mapping out every sensitive spot with delicate licks, carefully gauging each reaction before honing in on what made you gasp the loudest. His tongue would be accurate, flicking in controlled motions, his lips sealing around you to suck with just the right amount of pressure. He’d take pride in making you unravel, watching their body twitch under his careful attention, never letting up until he had you completely at his mercy. He might not seem like the type to enjoy being messy, but once he got lost in the moment, he’d revel in the way you writhed beneath him, taking quiet satisfaction in the fact that he could break you with nothing but his tongue.

Sexually suggestive but not smut. Short.

Birthday boy Shinji x reader

Shinji noticed a small little box, neatly wrapped and tucked away in your underwear drawer. Yup, he was going through your underwear— a dirty, secret kink. You hadn’t figured that out yet so you decided to hide away his birthday present amongst the heap of colorful laces and ribbons that you called panties. Ya, you had a collection. He liked to see you in pretty little things.

Anyways, little did you know he figured out your secret hiding spot. The celebrations were later after work— no time off for the birthday Captain. And he could not wait all day knowing there were new panties waiting for him in your underwear drawer. Just a peek?

The box was small but he had seen talented shopkeepers stuff in panties even in the tiniest of boxes. Just the fact that it was in your underwear drawer got him believing that it was possibly new panties for his viewing pleasure (and maybe birthday sex after?). It’s his birthday after all!

He took the small box in his hand and tried to peel the corners of the wrapping paper. He would find a way to put it back together later.

He heard footsteps. He quickly closed the underwear drawer and stared at the door to the bedroom. You walked in with a radiant smile on your face.

“Don’t want to be late for work on your birthday!”, you giggled and stepped forward.

He realized he was still holding the gift box and forgot to put it back where it belonged. He quickly hid the box away in his sleeves and wrapped an arm around your back to lead you away from the drawer before you discovered his little scheme.

———

Later that day he finally got some peace. He was in his office, alone, and he pulled out the gift box to try his luck again. It was itching his mind all day. He couldn’t focus and just pictured you in whatever was in the box. His dick throbbed in anticipation and he carefully started unravelling the gift.

His jaw almost dropped.

It wasn’t what he had expected.

He held the object that had him in distress, up to the natural lighting that flooded the room. “Fuck!”, he exclaimed, not sure what to do.

He quickly tucked away the gift back into the box and stood up as he had things to do.

He walked to the mirror and made sure he was ready for this. He made a goofy little face and decided it was for the best.

———

Later that evening as the celebrations were underway, Shinji was late on his birthday.

He finally came, that radiant smile of yours had returned. The room was full of friends and foes from competitive squads. He didn’t care because his eyes were locked on you.

“Happy Birthday”, they all shouted but all he saw was your beautiful smile.

The smile grew when he opened his mouth, wide enough to stick out his tongue and reveal your gift sitting flat of his tongue.

You screamed and you ran towards him, hugging him tight, there on his tongues sat the piece of jewelry you got him.

You always said you wanted to see his pierced tongue once more. And so he finally went ahead and got that little hole.

“Happy Birthday my love”, you sang after giving him a kiss, feeling the metal tease the roof of your hungry mouth.

“When do I get ta lick my real birthday cake?”, he whispered that made you giggle but also dripping in excitement.

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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.

He's buying whatever you're selling (no takesies backsies)😏💛

My babes, first in line:

@darthwhorecrux @soprawrites @villainsrtasty @pinguwuuuu @soulpager @fromgie @tomitsulikeslemons

hiii i was wondering if you could do some fluff maybe when they find out that ur having really bad period cramps and they try to comfort you or ur going through smth and they just comfort u over that anything along those lines tbh i would like if u included shunsui uryu kisuke and all the other men u usually write abt tbh :)

They would prioritise soothing your pain through physical touch—massaging your lower back, offering you a warm towel, letting you lie on their chest, and holding you close. They wouldn’t talk much unless you initiated it, but their presence would be soothing.

— Shunsui, Jushiro, Starrk, Hisagi, Shinji*

They’d go into full “take care of you” mode—bringing snacks, tea, painkillers, running a bath, fetching a hot water bottle, and fussing over you to make sure you don’t have to lift a finger. They’d probably ask if you want anything every five minutes.

— Renji, Ichigo, Bazz-B, Kisuke, Uryu*, Gin, Kira

Would take a more medical or rational approach—offering medication, making sure you’re hydrated, helping you into bed, checking your temperature if needed, and asking logical questions, with care and concern.

— Toshiro, Askin, Yhwach, Uryu*, Ryuken, Shinji*, Jugram, Aizen

They’d be confused or uncomfortable at first—not because they don’t care, but because they’re unsure what to do. Still, they’d try their best and take your lead, slowly figuring out how to comfort you in their own slightly clumsy but sweet way.

— Kenpachi, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra

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