Shinji Hirako x reader
CW: mentions of feeling ignored and excluded, hurt/comfort, established relationship, gender-neutral reader
WC: 840
Notes: So, when I said I wasn't going to post anything this month I guess that was a lie 🙃. I wrote this the other night to get a weight off my chest and figured I'd post it here in the hopes that anyone who needs it can find comfort from this as well! 😌💕
When Shinji saw your shoes discarded in the entryway he didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until he noticed all the lights turned off in your shared home, that alarm bells started ringing in his head. It was unlike you to be home with the lights turned off. At the very least, you’d usually have a lamp turned on to provide some form of dim lightning. For there to be no light at all was slightly concerning.
Shinji called out your name in a questioning tone but frowned when the only response he got was silence. Worried that you might be feeling unwell or that something happened to you, Shinji quickly moved through the home and to your bedroom. Along the way, he tried to dispel the anxiety building in his gut, telling himself that maybe you were just taking a nap and hadn’t heard him.
As he neared the bedroom, though, Shinji heard muffled sniffles through the door which had him immediately swinging it open. He found you sitting in the dark, curled up on the bed, dried tears marring your beautiful face. The sight alone had his heart clenching, the thought that you were hurting all by yourself unnerving him.
“Sweetheart?” He urgently placed a hand on your form as he sat next to you on the bed. “What’s the matter? Are ya hurt anywhere?”
“I’m fine,” you sniffled, “it’s nothing.” You curled in on yourself more, trying to hide away from him. You knew the second you looked at the concern on his face, you wouldn’t be able to hold on anymore and the floodgates would open.
“It’s clearly not nothin’,” Shinji muttered quietly as he watched you cave smaller and smaller around yourself. His heartstrings tugged even more, wanting to comfort you and protect you from everything in the world that could ever make you feel distressed.
“Hey, look at me, doll.” He gently cupped your face so that you were looking at him. Just like you predicted, the deeply etched look of concern on his face had fresh tears springing to your eyes but you still tried your damndest to hold them back. You were so, so exhausted from crying.
“Talk to me. Do I gotta go pull rank on someone?” He joked, trying to pull you back from the faraway look forming on your face as you became lost in your thoughts.
You huffed out a small, warbled laugh. That had him smiling, relieved that he could bring a laugh out of you even if just for a moment.
“No, it’s fine... I'm ok.”
He gave you a pointed and skeptical look, expression silently saying ‘Really?’ And so you sighed, deciding to just tell him what happened so that you could move past it.
“I just kind of felt left out today when I was hanging out with some friends.” You paused as you recalled what happened earlier in the day, what was said. Your chest tightened at the memory, a few more teardrops rolling down your cheeks. “They were making plans without me and talking as if I wasn’t even there…”
“I’m sorry darlin’. That's really shitty.” Shinji frowned, thumbs wiping away the tears. A fiery anger erupted in his chest at the thought of what you went through and he wanted nothing more than to confront those jerks and tell them to go shove it. He takes a deep breath, though, stemming his anger. First, he had to comfort his dear babydoll.
Shinji placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. “Some ‘friends’ they are. Ya know, those idiots don’t know what they're missin’ out on.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” you whisper dejectedly, the negative thoughts in your mind clouding over his consoling words.
He gave you an offended look. “No, I’m sayin’ it ‘cuz it’s true!”
You still didn’t look all that convinced, so he continued. “Yer an amazin’ person! Kind, funny, smart, full of life and light. What’s there not to like about ya? And not to mention, yer great in bed too. Though, that last one no one else should know about. That’s only fer me to know.” He grinned, and you couldn’t help but smile at his silly expression.
“Seriously, If they don’t wanna take the time to get to know ya better, then it’s their loss! I say yer better off without ‘em. And besides,” he continued, patting your head, “you’ve got other people who care about ya and wanna be with ya. Me included, obviously.”
Shinji pulled you to his chest, enveloping you in a warm and soothing hug. Though the sting from the earlier encounter was still there slightly, you felt a sense of reassurance and relief wash over you from the solace he provided as he held you tight.
“Thank you.” You pressed into him, appreciating his warmth and comfort. He kissed the side of your head in acknowledgment, squeezing tighter.
“You sure ya don’t want me to go pull rank on ‘em?”
You chuckled, “I’m sure.”
Warning: SMUT, NO MINORS, MORDERN AU, short imagines/drabbles.
AIZEN, GRIMMJOW, JUSHIRO, KENPACHI, SHUHEI, SZAYELAPORRO
Aizen - University Professor
You had questions. You had many questions. And he always had an answer.
It was way past his office hours, yet he still stayed behind to answer your questions. You were a studious student and he intended to reward your diligence.
You read out loud the poetic phrases you supposedly were struggling to interpret.
However, you were now struggling to articulate.
He had an interesting way to lecture you— bent over his sturdy old desk, his naked hips connected to yours and his movements flowed like poetry itself. Your words spilled out, interrupted with the occasional ‘ahhh’ and ‘mmmmph’.
Eventually, he increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping added to the rhythmic beat. At this point, there were no elegant words flowing out of your mouth and you had become nothing but a moaning mess.
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Grimmjow- Gym Trainer
You hated squats! You couldn't get the form right and it would hurt your knees. And you were growing frustrated.
Grimmjow, your hot personal trainer, had a perfect solution for your squatting problem.
He stood behind you and guided your motions. “Hinge from the hips. Get that ass touching me”.
Well, you got the hip hinge part pretty quickly. Your round, soft butt would stick back and out, brushing up against his hand. No wait. His hard abs? His leg? Wait. It was too pointy to be any of those body parts.
You tried again, movement coming from your hip joints and you stuck out your ass, your stretchy yoga pants accentuating your movements.
You slowly grind up against him again. You gasped. Did it just grow and twitch?
“That’s it! Give me 10 of those”, he encouraged.
The encouragement was enough to keep you going and not question anything. You gave him perfect 10 reps and with each rep, that thing you touched with your butt kept growing. At this point, you know what you were tapping. However, you chose to remain oblivious and innocent.
After your last rep, you straightened yourself up and squeezed your butt muscles together. You felt the burn in all the right spots! Knees did not hurt. Guess he was a great trainer after all!
“Good job! Now you want to learn how to do some deep sumo squats?”, he asked.
You turned around and noticed the visible tent in his pants.
“Sure”, you replied. Might as well entertain him and yourself.
He guided you to the back of the gym and let’s just say you became a master at the sumo squats very quickly. You gave him 3 sets of 20, while he laid on the floor and you used his erect dick as the target for your pussy to sit into.
“Fuck ya!!! Feel the burn baby! Ya feeling the burn?”
“Yes yes! I feel the burn ugh…i feel the burn!”
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Jushiro - School Teacher
“Mommy always says you're so beautiful”, the little girl said to her preschool teacher that morning.
Your daughter and her innocent, unfiltered mouth got you into this mess.
Mess as in— making out with her teacher— in the classroom after a parents teacher meeting.
You couldn't avoid it. He approached you with what your daughter had said and you couldn't deny it. He was a gorgeous angel who fell from the heavens. And you wanted a taste of that celestial being.
And a taste you got! His tongue was really dancing around in your mouth. His hips were grinding against yours, your body pinned against his desk.
You were ready to throw away your dignity and your clothes with it. You could feel his arousal growing-- his hard erection poking you between your legs and teasing your clit as it rubbed against your tight yoga pants. Yes, you were that one parent who wore yoga pants and a crop top to your child's 'parent's teacher meeting' just to have the divine teacher notice you.
Now that he noticed you, you wanted more. Your hand trailed down his chest and towards his pants but he grabbed your wrist to stop you from proceeding any further.
“I can't do this. Not here. The kids sit on those desks. And I have to come back to this place tomorrow". He paused for a second and glanced at the wall clock. "What about the parking lot?"
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Kenpachi- Car Mechanic
He finished giving your car a good tune-up. Now it was your turn!
His greasy, unwashed hands leave stains all over your clothes and he has you spread out on the back seat of your car. He roughly slams his 10 inch cock into your pretty pussy, shaking the entire vehicle with each forceful thrust.
He pulled out his cock and admired how it glistened with your juices. “The oil is very dirty. Gonna replace it”. And he shamelessly stuck himself back inside you.
He doesn't hold back when he unleashes his load inside, unbothered by the fact he creampied you to the brink. He pulls his cock out with his dirty hands and slaps the sensitive tip against your swollen clit, making your flinch.
“Gotta change the dirty oil often. Come back every week for a fresh refill”.
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Shūhei- Newspaper Editor
Shuhei was beyond stressed. There wasn't much news to report on anymore. Which was a good thing, right? Not for Shuhei.
Where was the scandal? The tea? The crime?
You, one of the reporters, walked into his office looking just as bored. You were wearing your revealing, low cut top and short skirt. It was always a good idea to look alluring enough to get people to talk— spill the beans— you called it.
But Shuhei was about to spill his beans. The blush on his face was hard to conceal. What was even more obvious was the growing tent between his legs?
You thought you were being cautious when you gave him a delicious blow job under the table. Little did you know the newspaper photographer was hiding in one of the supply closets.
The next day.
Headline with a photo:
Recent scandal in the office: City's most beloved and hard working editor caught in action with a staff member. Eyewitnesses say it began with a simple taste test and quickly escalated into a full-course meal. The editor looked truly refreshed and recharged afterward.
You wanted some tea. And here you were served a delicious fresh brew with extra rich cream.
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Szayelaporro- Fertility Doctor
100% success rate on the first round.
What was his secret?
This was your first visit. The assistant did some blood work and took your vitals. And like any other doctor’s office, you waited….and waited. You almost drifted off while laying on the exam table.
The doctor finally walked in with a needleless syringe—thicker and longer than usual—filled with his patented ‘magic solution’.
You were already striped and barely covered up by the short and tight hospital gown.
He didn't say much. Nothing was explained. No risks were discussed. No consent was taken.
His pink hair disappeared between your thighs. Your legs were already propped up on the stirrups, giving him a perfect view. He parted your soft lips with his hand, the latex fingers rubbing gently against your clit. Your response was unavoidable— a gentle moan had escaped you.
A small grin tugged on his lips but he remained professional and continued to separate your folds, making an opening for his syringe to penetrate through.
Now he had to insert the entire 8 inch syringe deep inside you until the tip kissed your cervix. You shuddered beneath him, self-control slipping and your mind giving away to momentary pleasure.
“You shameless creature”, you heard him whisper from below.
A blush grew across your cheeks but you did not stop him. He began to flick his wrist, plunging the syringe in and out of your hole, making a sloppy, slippery mess out of your pussy.
“This is perfect! The extra fluids and the muscle contractions will help carry the liquid inside and deliver it to the precious egg”, he explained and closely observed your body go into spasm.
He injected the mysterious fluid inside, your body happily accepted it and not a single drop was wasted.
You quickly changed and made your way out the door, gathering your shame with you.
Yet you hesitated at the doorway, a burning question pressing on your mind.
“Do I need to have sex with my partner right away?
“Not necessary at all. In fact, you have already conceived”.
100% success rate was no joke.
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Forgot to give credit where credit was due. Thanks for the suggestions @whatshernameis @kryptoniteforsale
nah nah it's not cheating it's just like one big bleach orgy
it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living
usually just hungover and sleepy 🥺
usually just drunk and horny
So here is a tentative schedule for writers who want to participate! Again, reblogging/posting older content created by you is perfectly ok!! Will just have to tag me on the reblogs so i see it.
Here is a rough list.
I am open for suggestions!!!
June 22: Alternate Universe (prompts provided or pick your own!)
June 23: OCs (stories, profiles, artwork, songs, inspirstions etc)
June 24: Drabble Challenge 100 words or less (prompts provided or use random generator)
June 25: Favorite ship/ self ship/ poly ship etc
June 26: Recreate and rewrite your favourite Bleach moment in your own words! (thank you @myrottingbrain for the suggestion)
June 27: Kink and Tropes (combine a kink and a trope. Pick your own, have someone pick it for you or random generator!) OR ooc (let’s write a character completely out of character)
June 28: end with PRIDE!!!! Celebrate PRIDE Month 🩷
So uhm... I'll explain...
These two are awfully similar...
...and they're both linked to Gorillaz
...that's all
TW: FLASHES
my legs are wide open
Shinji 😉 and Kensei for the how hot is that character ask game!
Shinji...you already know what's about to go down:
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
that's literally my husband☝️
and KENSEI YEEEEESSSSS❗️❗️❗️:
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
HE'S SO SEXYYYY I JUST WANT TO BITE INTO HIS BICEP
me watching anime with my coworker on our lunch breaks pretending that i am completely normal about it
u ever watching with someone who doesn’t know u thirst for anime characters so u have to sit there and play it cool
HIII! I have such a request!! What about Aizen and f!reader are watching porn together?? What would Aizen do? I’m really interested about this idea!
Short imagines.
Scenario: Watching porn together
Aizen x reader; Grimmjow x reader;
Mayuri x reader; Shinji x reader.
a/n: I hope you don’t mind but I added a few characters with this prompt. Thanks for the request!
Warning: nsfw smut. Humour. Not proofread. My computer busted so no pretty graphics.
Aizen x Reader
It’s just a peek.
He passes you a steely-eyed warning, expression laced with ‘how dare you suggest such a thing’.
It has been quite some time since you got intimate with your man. Ever since your arrival at Hueco Mundo, he had been very busy with the progression of his plans. A few times you did end up naked in his chamber, but he was unable to get it up. He would never admit it but the stress was finally burrowing through that thick armour and infesting his soul. And his cock.
“Oh come on! I found just the thing for you, Sosuke”, you begged while crawling up from behind him and wrapping your arms around his chest. As you sit on the bed, your soft naked body pushes up against his firm uptight back.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and frustrated that his own body had betrayed him yet again. He tried so hard to block out all distractions but the ‘could have’ ‘would have’ ‘should have’ narratives were plaguing his thoughts. He felt your supple breasts flatten against his stiff back but still not a stir in his loin.
You are holding a phone in your hand, ready to hit the play button. You show him your screen, an obscene scene slowly unfolds before him, for which he was not prepared. His brown eyes take in the details, from visual to audio, from the positions they transition between to the background that has set the stage. He quietly watches the video, your warm breath a sharp reminder that this could be a test. Should he indulge and react? Should he push your arm aside and call it a day? He was constantly on guard and thinking three steps ahead.
He had never tried some of the displayed positions. If anything, he could use it as educational material, he convinces himself.
You try to peek down between his legs, looking for a reaction, but there is none. Your other hand rests on his head, fingers gently gliding through strands of his smooth brown hair. “Relax your mind. Stop overthinking,” you whisper softly.
He let out a chuckle, and the moans and groans from the video were lost as background noise. He passes you a side glance and lowers your hand that holds the phone. “If you want me to relax, play some relaxing music next time. I have no need for cheap pornography”.
“Well I thought it might help a little. Maybe you are just sick of doing the same stuff in bed. This was just to add some spice”, you confess a heartfelt confession. You have been feeling useless and worthless lately.
He cups his chin in deep thought while looking down at the video. “I do admit, that particular position is tempting. But I rather live through the experience”.
You lean forward, your chin resting on his shoulder. “That’s not really a position. He is just deep throating the brains out of her”, you explain.
And you noticed his dick twitch. Was he seriously thinking about deep throating you? It wasn’t exactly his style of seeking pleasure. Probably too barbaric for his taste.
“You sure you don’t want to see more of the video?”, you try to convince him.
“That won’t be necessary. It is obvious the woman will be fed well”, he replies slyly while turning off the phone and tossing it to the side. He pulls away from you and stands up. His dick was slowly coming to life from the anticipation and the head of his cock aimed directly at your sealed lips. With his fingers tangled into your locks, he directs your head towards his bouncing erection.
“So my dear, would you like to be fed well?”
Grimmjow x Reader
You got Grimmjow a phone several full moons ago. But he never once used it.
So you were surprised to find him perched up on a high branch with the phone in hand. Whatever he was looking at, he was quite absorbed in it because he did not notice your approaching presence. He always notices your approaching presence.
“Hey”, you suddenly shout out after observing him for a few minutes.
Not sure why, but it startled him. He let out a yelp, his body sprang into defense mode and the phone slipped out of his hand and fell down towards the ground. You reflexively extend out your hands to catch it. But the moment the phone touches your palm, you feel a sharp nail scratch your skin and a ball of blue flash past you.
Grimmjow was now standing a few feet away from you, clutching the phone tightly in his fist.
“WOW. Chill! Someone might think you were looking at porn or something”, you chuckle and take a small step towards him.
His reaction gave him in. It was like a teenager just got caught doing something very naughty. He was tensing up and his grip around the phone tightened. He will destroy all evidence if need be. He will crush the phone.
“Wait …were you? No!”, you pass him a judgemental glance.
“It was a mistake! Damn Ichigo sent me a link and I clicked on it and one thing led to another and fuck babe! I didn’t know your kind was this progressive”. He tries to defend himself. And you 100% believe him. One thing was undeniable—Grimmjow never lied. No matter how tight of a situation he was in, he just said it as it is. No bullshit attached. And you appreciate his honesty.
“Babe, you can’t start opening random links people send you. It can be a virus and destroy your phone”, you explain and went to grab for the phone that he so protectively guarded. “Hand it over. I ain’t mad”.
Grimmjow studies you for a second and once he is certain you were not upset, he hands you the phone.
You glance at the screen and hit play. Basic porn hub video plays out. You just shrug your shoulders and hand him the phone back. But not before cupping his crotch to check for an erection. He barely had any.
“Ichigo has no taste. You wanna see some real sexy stuff?”, you ask with a grin on your playful face.
He looks at you surprised while you pull out a phone from your back pocket. “Wait? You testing me or something?” He asks suspiciously.
“Relax and watch. This is hardcore stuff so just be prepared”, you warned.
The warning was unnecessary. Grimmjow was a doer and by no means a passive observer. A few minutes into the video and he already buried his hard cock deep into your wet pussy. He took you from behind, just the way he liked it while you held onto the phone and the video continued to play for his viewing pleasure.
“Tch….you call that hardcore? Babe, I’m gonna show you hardcore. Gonna pound some cum into you”, he grinned as you convulsed around his cock, completely in sync with the video.
Mayuri x Reader
You are his trouble maker. He can already detect a sharp headache coming on as soon as you send him a private message on his phone. It’s not worth investing his energy in. So he just leaves it unseen and continues on with his day.
You have made several attempts to get him to just even pass you a glance. You sit on the other side of the room, everyone hard at work running around solving problems and what not. And here you are taking up space in his lab and up to no good.
You continued on with your shenanigans all day, trying to get him to click on the damn link. He was growing tired from your pranks and he eventually took that link and forwarded it to a group chat.
Suddenly everyone’s phones and computers erupted with lewd sounds. Screens played out pornography of the highest grade. Details so rich you won’t be surprised erections were erected at that exact moment.
You? You just sank in your chair and pretended to not exist. Your face is flushed and buried behind your palms that shield you from a sea of gazes. The rest of the day dragged on and you avoided everyone. Eventually it was just you and him left for the day.
“Why the hell you do that!!!” You yell from across the room.
“I assumed if it was that important I should share it with the lab”, he replied unapologetically. “I thought it was some crucial data you were so eager to share”.
“You could have at least taken a peek before distributing it to everyone I see every day!”, you huff.
“I do have to admit, you have refined taste”, he commented while pulling up the video again.
“Really!” Your anger dissolved and you perked right up.
“I assume you want to experiment with ropes? I do have to warn you, I tie a good knot and once you are in it, there is no escape”. He passes you a stoic glance. But you could read his expression behind all that face paint. He was elated.
If you couldn’t get any more annoying, you prove him wrong. You push off the floor, sending your rolling chair gliding smoothly across the polished lab floor. Luckily, as you got closer to him, the chair had lost most of its momentum and you just gently jolted his body with a soft collision.
You watch the scene unfold before you. Ropes thick as your forearm held the woman in contortion and she dangled so beautifully from the ceiling. She was being stimulated by various ‘toys’ but that part didn’t really excite you.
“So….do we even have ropes?”, you ask.
He just passes you a glance. You know the one where he says ‘what a stupid question’ with just his gaze.
Of course he had a ball of ropes in the supply closet. As to why they have ropes in the supply closet, you don’t even want to know.
Shinji x Reader
You are on your period. And he is horny.
“Tough luck. Just wait another day”. You are heartless. And it doesn’t help when you blatantly flaunt your assets and tease him by wearing low cut and figure-hugging clothes.
You dropped by his office to have some lunch. Usually he skips lunch and goes straight for dessert. But today, he couldn’t have his favourite dessert. So he sat you on his lap with a laptop in hand and he opened a saved video that was tucked away in a hidden folder.
Your eyes shot wide and your enlarged pupils quickly sought shelter behind the palm of your trembling hands. Your heart is beating fast, the moans and groans getting louder with each passing second.
You have never seen porn before. Now that Soul Society was equipped with modern day technology, distribution of pornography had become an issue. An epidemic. Productivity had dropped. So Squad 12 worked on installing a software that prevented downloading and streaming of banned websites. But living in the World of the Living for roughly a century, Shinji had become an expert in by-passing all measures and his work computer was filled with questionable things. Porn was just one of those questionable things.
“Please shut it down!”, you beg, your voice croaked. You are curious and want to take a small peek, but you also know he will tease you for even showing the slightest of interest. So you just wait until he is the one who lowers your arms and uncovers your eyes.
“Now don’t ya be shy. I sneaked this in just fer ya”, he whispers into your ears from behind.
You watch the man in the video slap the woman’s ass while pounding her raw from behind. You watch his big hands leave her soft ass red with raised handprints. Than you watch the muscular man force her to choke on his long thick dick, her nose literally inhaling his silver pubes.
You uncomfortably squirm in Shinji’s lap, trying to fight off the arousal that was slowly brewing.
His one hand wraps around your hip and the other teasingly smacks your ass. “Come on doll. Grind on ye’r man”, he hummed into your sensitive ears.
The video continues to play in the background and you slowly but shyly grind against his pelvis, his clothed erection becoming your source of tease. Eventually you become lost in the feeling of it all. The video just plays in the background while you mindlessly dance on his lap.
He was just about to cream his pants but you suddenly stopped. Amongst the hazy brain fog, a familiar voice echoed and pulled you out of your blissful trance. You let out a scream and pulled away from his lap, your face now buried into the computer screen.
The man in the video was familiar. You recognized his voice as he asked the woman to beg for his cum.
You are trembling, the euphoric high popped like a water balloon, leaving you wet and unsatisfied but also confused. And the man in question came into view.
“Oh shit!!! That’s... that’s …. No way! Captain Muguruma!!!”
“Keep it down doll. He thinks I deleted all copies. If word gets out, well, let’s say I’ll lose more than my head”, he explained while readjusting his erection with his hand, worried for its future.
“When? Why? I can’t unsee this! Why would you show me this!” You were flustered. You will never be able to approach Captain Muguruma with a straight face. Damn his dick was huge!
“How else do ya think we survived? Pickin’ up trash and deliverin’ newspaper? Nah”. He looks at you, worried about your response.
You look at him with a perplexed look. No way. Just no way! You need further clarification. You hit pause on the video and turn around to face him head on.
“We? As in….” You try not to choke on your words.
“Yes doll. I hate ta admit it. But that was many years ago.” He can tell from your stiff posture that you were carefully processing all this new information. And he was determined not to let it strain the relationship. “‘M sorry. Didn’t wanna keep secrets now we enga-”.
“How many?” You cut him off firmly.
“How many, what?”
“How many videos did you make?” You ask while concentrating all your stress into a tight fist, leaving crescents on the inner flesh of your palm.
“Me? Just one. It was all it took to pay off our loan.”
“Loan?” You narrow your eyes and give him a ‘don’t you dare lie to me’ warning look.
“Ya all think Kisuke just handed over gigais from the goodness of his heart? He ain’t any charity. A sleazy businessman he is who also had us pay interest”.
There is a moment of silence. A few minutes felt like eternity to Shinji. He had to eventually bring this up in case his video ended up circulating the Soul Society interweb.
“Babe. ‘m really sorry. I just wanna be open. No secrets from this point on. Ya gonna be my wife soon”. He extends his hand out to caress your cheek. The fact that you didn’t retreat from his soft apologetic touch was a good sign.
He holds you close to his chest, you can hear his heart racing uncontrollably. Of course he wore a relaxed expression, but on the inside, this was consuming him.
“Show me”, you ask while looking up at him.
“Ya sure! It’s not exactly…. decent. It’s controversial and very inappropriate”, he warns you.
“I don’t care. This entire thing is controversial and inappropriate. Show me! You brought me this far”.
“Promise ya won’t be upset?”
“I promise”, you pat the side of his face to give him some solace.
He did show you the questionable video. What he didn’t warn you about was that it was a threesome alongside Kensei.
“Babe! Hold on!!! Where ya goin’? But ya promised!!!!”