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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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has been so hard to find the time lately, but i COULD NOT ignore my man's birthday. so this is short and was done in a bit of a haste, but i hope my fellow Shinji lovers still enjoy !!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINJI <3

Shinji never cared much for his birthday. Maybe each passing year would be more meaningful if he were human, but to him, it was just another day, especially when there was no break in his Captain duties, even on the weekend.

When you learned this about him, you were determined to get him to think otherwise. His birthday was special. He was special, and you needed him to know that. Even if it was something small, which seemed to be what he appreciated most, you never let him forget when it was supposed to be his day.

He came in a little after noon, sighing and slinking in, likely in search of something to have for lunch in between time spent with his squad. At the sound of his entrance, you quietly scrambled to gather the large cupcake you baked him, shoving a candle in the center, and lighting it, tip-toeing toward him as you sang, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

As soon as he saw you slowly making your way towards him, the candle illuminating your beautiful face, an affectionate smile spread on his face and a special kind of warmth, reserved only for you, began to blossom in his chest. He let you finish your song, stopping before him with the cake held out. You were smiling so hard it hurt, likely more excited about his day than he was.

“Now make a wish!” You beamed, lifting the cake a little higher.

“I wish…” He began.

You clapped a hand over his mouth. “I’m not supposed to hear it!” You giggled. “It’s for yourself.”

“And what if I have no wishes? Hm?” He teased.

“You have to have something,” you prodded. “You really can’t think of anything you want?”

Shinji shook his head, his sharp eyes softening. “Everything I want is right here.” He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer, making the candlelight dance dangerously between your bodies.

“You trying to light us on fire?” You grinned as your face heated at his intimate words.

“Guess I better make that wish so I can blow this thing out,” he chuckled. “Let me see here,” he pretended to look thoughtful, “I wish my baby would kiss me.”

He lowered his head and blew, and through the smoke, you leaned forward, nearly pressing into the icing just to get to him. “Your wish is my command.” You took his lips into yours, kissing him passionately before he was pulling away, grabbing the cupcake from you and setting it aside.

“That was about to get messy, and I don’t want to mess up the pretty cake you made,” he explained with a laugh before leaning in once more, kissing you more fervently this time now that there was no barrier.

You wrapped your arms around each other, getting impossibly closer. You whined into his mouth and tugged on his clothes, knowing that he would be gone again soon and you selfishly wanted him to yourself for the whole day. He seemed to be doing the same, digging his fingers into the plush of your body as if you were going to slip away at any moment, and he had to hold on tight. He pulled back with a frustrated sigh, frowning in annoyance as he thought of the time.

“I should grab some food and head back,” he said apologetically. “Maybe, if I’m not back too late, we can share your cake tonight?” He raised his eyebrows hopefully.

But you were frowning deeply, refusing to accept the circumstances. “Do you really have to go back? You can’t get Momo or one of the others to cover for you?”

“I shouldn’t abandon her like that,” he reasoned, running his hands along your sides and back in an attempt to soothe you.

“But it’s your birthday,” you continued to pout. “And I want to do more than just kiss you…” You tugged on the waistband of his pants for emphasis.

“Yer killing me, sweetheart,” Shinji groaned, squeezing your ass. “Okay, let me call Momo.” He pulled away from you abruptly, as if he didn’t leave now, he never would.

“Okay,” you giggled excitedly, determined to have your way.

He left the room, coming back a few short moments later with a poker face that had you jumping out of your skin. He remained silent and impassive, surely just to get you all worked up for his own amusement.

“Well?!”

“Happy birthday to me,” he grinned smugly. “Momo’s gonna handle things and call me if there’s an emergency. I’m all yours, baby doll.”

“Yes!” You pounced on him, wrapping your arms around his torso and squeezing his slender frame tightly. “I’m so happy! I’ll have to bake a cake for Momo too!”

“Anyways,” his voice dropped an octave as he smirked at you wolfishly, licking his lips. “Ya mentioned wanting to do more than just kiss me?”

“Let me package up your cake again so it stays fresh,” you were smirking now too. “Then I’ll do whatever you want, birthday boy.”

“No better gift,” he practically moaned at the offer.

Shinji never cared much for his birthday.

But thanks to you, he was starting to.

Ｔｉｍｅｓ　Ｔｈｒｅｅ　Ｌｅｔ＇ｓ　Ｇｏ！　

Szayelaporro x Reader

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Warning: smut heavy, some angst, mention of mental health struggles, Foursome, clone fucking, anal, vaginal, oral, handcuffs, messy sex, overstimulated, usage of pills, dildo, dildo up male’s ass, prostate stimulation, sex marathon for hours, birthday sex, pet names used: good girl, fuck toy, darling, lab rat.

🩷 H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y 🩷 @saltychonk LOVE YOU to the moon HELL and back! <3

Thank you for beta read so I have all my dicks in order. @kryptoniteforsale @whitefoxfiction

You stir in your bed, unsettled by the uncanny sensation of being watched. And sure enough, the moment your drowsy eyes flutter open, you’re met with the familiar sight of your boyfriend — an Arrancar who occasionally pays you a visit when he needs something. 

You blink a few more times, trying to shake the last bit of sleep. Your vision was still a little blurry, so you weren’t too surprised when you saw him in triplicate. It wasn’t until one moved to the right and the others didn’t follow that you realized it wasn’t your vision that was out of whack—it was your head.

“What the hell? I see three of you!”, you said while blinking hard.

He gave you one of those sexy smirks while sliding his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his long, slender middle finger. The other two followed suit. 

You rubbed your eyes to clear the grogginess, the blurry haze around your peripheral vision slowly fading away.

Yup. It wasn’t your vision at all. 

There they stood, cocky smirks planted on their perfectly symmetrical faces and each of them held a small, neatly wrapped present.

“What is all this?”, you asked as you slowly sat up.

“It’s May the 9th”, one of them reminded you.

“I know it’s my birthday. But since when did you ever give a fuck?” You had been with him for three years. Every year he made excuses and never showed up on your birthday. So you weren’t really expecting much from him this year either. Especially not triplets. It seemed like he was trying to make up for the last three years all at once. 

“I wasn’t going to have you sulk all alone in your room on your birthday. Now be more appreciative and give your gratitude”, he replied with excitement that gave you whiplash. The one who did most of the talking may be the real Szayelaporro. That was the logic you were going to go with. 

“So you made me clones of yourself for my birthday? Great. Triple the headache”. You rolled your eyes and exaggerated your annoyance. On the surface, you appeared irritated and unimpressed but on the inside you were ready to pounce on all three. Didn’t help your hormones were a train wreck and got you horny at the worst of times. Maybe he had a play in it. He was always giving you weird concoctions to try. And you being his experimental human partner, took whatever he had you swallow without hesitation. You have yet to grow an extra limb. So that was enough to trust him. For now. 

“You certainly know how to fool yourself. I can smell your pussy squeezing the emptiness. Why don’t we give it something to squeeze onto?”

“I ain’t squeezing anything! Freak!”, you denied while staring at the gifts they held in their hands. “Gimme gimme”, you ordered while putting out your empty hands.

The first one stepped forward and placed their gift in your palms. You brought it upto your ears and gave it a little shake and something rattled inside. You were cautious because they all wore that eager grin.

You unwrapped the gift and found yourself holding a small key. You raised an eyebrow and examined the shiny metal for some clues. “Did you get me a car?”

“Not exactly”, the first one replied. Was he the real Szayelaporro?

“Ah…so is this a puzzle I have to solve? How exciting!”, you said sarcastically and tossed the key to the side with disappointment. Of course he would make you work for your birthday gifts on your birthday. Someone had to explain to this narcissist that birthdays are special occasions, and not an opportunity for his own personal entertainment.

The second one stepped forward and placed his gift onto your open palms. You slowly unwrapped the present and gave out a deep sigh. It was a bottle of pink pills. 

“Now you want me to try an experimental drug on my birthday? I can’t be bothered with the third one”, you sighed with disappointment and tossed the pill bottle to the side. 

You were ready to get up from the bed but the third Szayelaporro towered before you. He grabbed your hand by the wrist and forced the third present into your hands. 

“Open it. If this one disappoints you, we will pack up and leave”, he explained. 

As if he was the one to keep his promises. But then again, your birthdays were always a disappointment to begin with. How much worse could it get?

You unravel the gift, slowly peeling away the paper. The present was much bigger than the other two so at least that held up some ounce of enthusiasm.

“Huh?” You blink a few times as you hold a thick glass dildo to your face, the transparent glass magnifying your facial features. “Ok, first off, pervert. Secondly, I ain’t surprised. And finally, could have started off with this gift”.

All three of them chuckled and the third one who gave you the delicate glass dildo leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. “And ruin the surprise for my sweet lab rat? Now, did my rat figure out the maze?”

He was definitely playing a game here. A puzzle? A riddle? You couldn’t tell. Your deep silence told them that you were stumped. 

“You get to pick one gift. And rest will go back to us. And we are about to have a little party here. Just the four of us! So pick wisely, my darling”.

“Hell, what!!! A foursome?” Not that it wasn’t something you never imagined but in reality it sounded very intimidating, and with Szayelaporro, very dangerous!

“Well we do have to make up for the parties we missed in the last three years. So tell me, which one will you pick?”

You look at the selection of gifts that were displayed before you. A key, a bottle of strange pills and a glass dildo. Of course you picked the most innocent one. The key!!!

“Are you sure darling?”

“Ya I am sure!!!” Your confidence will not be faltered by self doubt and his trickeries.

“Very well”. He took the rest of the items and began preparing for the little ‘party’. Preparing in a way where everyone was stripped of all their clothes, including yourself.

You watched as one of the Szayelaporro took the strange pill. The other prepared his hole with some gel and you assumed the glass dildo was going up his tight asshole. You would pity his tight hole but you know he wouldn’t have given the same level of empathy if you were on the receiving end. 

The third one was without a gift. He held a tray of shot glasses and offered them to everyone. You took the glass and made your toast and chugged it down. 

It wasn’t alcohol.

It wasn’t soda either.

But everyone else took the same shots so it didn’t matter what was in it. 

The third Szayelaporro who was without a gift suddenly laid on his back and had the other two shackle him with cuffs. They made sure both his hands were securely in place and bound to the bedpost. You just stood there in awe, now understanding what the key was for. In your hands, you probably held the key to the handcuffs and you wondered if they planned to do some weird experiments on the one who was shackled up. 

It seems like you got the better end of the bargain. You got immunity.

But you were wrong.

You were NOT the one granted immunity. 

“Shit”, you gasped and suddenly felt a wave of heat creep up your body. Although your skin was covered in goosebumps like a carpet, your insides were burning. You glanced around and noticed two of the three Szayelaporro were already hard and dripping precum. The one bound to the bedpost and the one with a fat dildo up his ass were in the same pathetic state as yourself. A mindless horny mess. The one who took the pill was the only one who seemed to have his senses intact.

“Shit! So you put something in the shots and the pill was an antidote?”, you whispered, your legs barely holding you upright. Your pussy was already leaking a mixture of clear and slippery fluids. You were ready to be bred. 

“How observant and excellent logical thinking. Especially in your current state”, he continued with pride. The other two Szayelaporro were in no position to talk anymore. Whatever those pills contained, it was fucking them up real good. 

“Let me guess. You picked the pill for immunity. So you are the real asshole?” You tensed up— something began to throb on the inside of your pelvis. It was like your beating heart had migrated from your chest and into your pelvic region.

The most coherent Szayelaporro just shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe. What would have I done if you had taken the pills?” he grinned, challenging your sanity one last time. He wasn’t merely indulging in amusement of it all; he was discreetly studying the situation.

“You know me so well. I- I would rather have a dil-dildo up my ass than grab an unmarked bot-bottle of strange pills”, you explained, barely able to carry on a conversation. Your heart was racing and palpitating and so was your clit. You wanted this asshole to ravish you from the inside out— with no reservations and absolutely no hesitation. Yet your stubbornness clings to you still—a final, desperate attempt to preserve the very little dignity left. 

Whoever was the real Szayelaporro, it didn't matter anymore. It never mattered. His clones were his clones. Just as menacing and deranged. 

The two who did not take the antidote were flashing their erect dripping cocks at you as if you were nothing more but a fuck machine. In their eyes, that is exactly what they saw— a body with plenty of holes to use and bury their burning cocks deep within. 

You weren't in any better condition. As time ticked by, your judgment grew cloudy, casting a shadow over the last speck of self-preservation. You were slowly handing yourself over to pleasure, yielding to your fate.

The clear headed Szayelaporro stood before you, back of his hand lightly brushing up against the side of your cheek. “Good girl. Finally becoming my mindless fucktoy?”, he whispered softly. The light touch was enough to make you whimper. Your skin was very sensitive and it sent electrical sparks, awakening every neurological synapse in your body.

“Quit talking! Get that ass over here!”, growled the one who was tied up to the bedpost. He was growing impatient and so was his cock (both growing and becoming impatient).

The one with the glass dildo jammed up his butt stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair. He yanked hard and began to pull you towards the bed, forcing you to straddle the cuffed one’s lap and slide his upright dick into your messy cunt.

Slurp.

Your pussy slurped him in with ease. Your tight muscles grabbed onto his length as if your life depended on it. Because it did. 

The Szayelaporro with free hands (but not a free asshole) guided himself behind you and began to prepare your tight hole. The pressure of the tip of the dildo on his prostate had him shuddering and leaking a steady stream of pre— enough to coat your tight entrance and allow him to slip in with less resistance than otherwise.

What a sight to behold.

And with that thought, the third one with immunity grabbed a chair to entertain himself. Live sensory porn with all the smells and sounds. He took a seat in the ‘splash zone’. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked his length while watching everything unfold.

You rode the one beneath you while the one behind slammed his hips in no particular rhythm. Both were already leaking inside, a messy flow of fluids pooled onto your favorite bed sheets. 

No one said a word. Nothing had to be said. The body did all the talking, fulfilling your deepest darkest request. 

Two dicks simultaneously fucking your holes was now a forbidden fantasy of the past. He caught a glimpse of your kinks through the adult books you read and the fanfictions you were fed. And here you thought he was a self-centered, narcissistic bastard who didn't know you all that well. 

Oh, he knew you well.

He knew your kinks, your desires and your secrets. 

He knew your struggles, your worries and your mental state. 

He read your journals, he saw your colorful art. 

He read each line and he read between those lines. 

He carefully studied your pieces, extrapolated the meaning. 

It pained him. It pained him that he wasn't the cause of your grief. 

To make you forget it all, for at least one day, he made you a mindless slut on your birthday. You had been reduced to a mindless sex addict along with his unhinged clones. 

“Let it all go”, he whispered on the chair, stroking his cock fast while watching you melt between the two bodies without a care in the world.

An hour turned to three, you were still at it with the three. Eventually, the one on the chair decided to join the party and fill your third hole. 

All holes plugged, your muffled moans sounded more like begging. Begging to not stop because if they did, the weight of the world would come crashing. 

Even the immune Szayelaporro, who was mercilessly throat fucking your pretty face, had succumb to pleasure and couldn't stop moving his hips. Balls slapping against your chins, a fist full of your hair to lock you in place.  

The room was filthy. The sounds were even filthier. The smell of sex and cum was sure to seep into the furniture and linger in the air for days to come.

“Fuck”. All three came in unison. You were already twitching, not sure if you were having an orgasm or recovering from the previous one. You lost count. So did they. 

The party continued even though the ‘drug’ wore off an hour ago. Was there even a legit drug to begin with? Or was it just a placebo? Those were questions for you to ponder upon later once you are sound of mind. 

Everyone slowly pulled out of your well used holes with an audible pop and a messy splatter. You collapse on the one below you, his wrists bruised and red from the straining cuffs. 

Once you catch your breath, you reach for the key to free the one beneath you. 

But the key didn't work.

“What the hell?”. You fumbled and tried again.

“The key isn't for the cuff, darling”, one of them explained.

“Then what the fuck is it for?”, you asked. 

Szayelaporro, who was supposedly ‘immune’ the entire time, grabbed your hand by the wrist and placed it on his heartless chest.

“A key to my heart”, he said with a straight face, holding your hand firmly against his chest.

Your eyes soften, your heart skipped a beat. The intense sex marathon you just had didn't break you, but this was about to. 

“Wh…what?”, came your breathless gasp. 

It took a few seconds for the dynamic to shift. The three Szayelaporro gave out a manic cry of laughter. 

“You should have seen your face”, the one holding your hand gave you a cocky and mocking smile.

“Oh fuck off!” you spat.

“I don't think your holes can handle another round of that. But if you insist”. The two were stroking their tired angry cocks again to prepare for the second wind. The third one started grinding his hips from below. 

“Hold on! Stop! Put on the breaks. Tell me what the key is for?” you insisted. Your stubbornness has returned. 

He held your hand again, this time the one holding the key. His face was serious, for real this time.

“A key to the gates of hell. Because that is where I am headed”. He leaned forward to whisper into your ears. “And you are coming with me, my love”.

The key was metaphoric— representing freedom and liberation from this world, from your struggles and from your woes.

“Happy Birthday darling. Times three and no more”. 

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You write my favourite characterization of Aizen. I adore your portrayal of him so much 😍

I have a request, if you'd be so kind to indulge it: I have this image of my mind of being with him the night before Karakura Town- like it's Mass Effect and we're about to jump into hell, and I just hnnng what would it be like? How would he spend those last precious hours of freedom?

Thank you for your kind words and patience!! I can't say I'm familiar with Mass Effect, but last moments? I can certainly do that!

CW: Surgery discussion, mild angst, slightly suggestive, but no smut.

Aizen stares intensely at the monitor. Ichigo and his friends are faring better than he originally planned with the Espada. On one hand - he is disappointed that the Espada lacked the strength to stop Ichigo and his friends, on the other hand, his curiosity grows as Ichigo continues to push himself to his limits.

Yet Aizen wasn't worried. The days were nearing before he would step into Karakura Town, or if it was as he suspected, a fake Karakura Town. Either way, Aizen had planned contingency upon contingency for what may or may not happen.

Though as the days draw near, Aizen mulls over the final touches to his plan. The hogyoku glimmers in the distance as leaves the room.

You stared at the perpetual night sky of Las Noches, the moon gone from its reaches. Your body feels heavy with your anxiety looming over you. It was a mix of anxiety, anticipation... and dread.

The worry that Sosuke wouldn't be succesful - the worry he wouldn't make it out of Las Noches at the rate the human teens were clearing out Las Noches.

The worry that he walks into a trap set by the Gotei 13.

The worry that you would never see him again.

You didn't agree with his methods to usurp the throne of the Soul King, but you also knew you couldn't talk him out of it. This was the only way Sosuke thought would work. And you could only trust in his own belief.

And ever the man with the plan, he ensured that you would be out of harms way once he entered Karakura Town. You would be far, far away from Las Noches, far from the reaches of Karakura Town and Soul Society. Further away from Japan in the World of the Living. If, no when he was successful, he would come for you, whatever way that may be.

You couldn't help but give a wry smile - wouldn't it have been easier to kill you? Sosuke was a peculiar man, with peculiar sentiments - that much you learned as your relationship with him deepened.

Oddly sentimental, and oddly trusting, of only you and Kaname. You wondered about his relationship with Gin sometimes - he almost kept the man at arms length. A thin thread linking the two men together. He never did reveal much about it though, and neither did Gin.

Instead, you and Kaname were trusted to the highest degree. Or at least, as high as a man of Sosuke's cautiousness allowed.

He entrusted you to operate on him - to implant the hogyoku into his chest. It was something you knew Sosuke could do on his own, but maybe - as one final act of trust, he wanted you and Kaname to perform the surgery. You touched his bare chest as you weaved a sedative kaido spell on him - a spell he would never succumb to normally. He had completely let down his guard.

Kaname watched as you cleaned the area for implantation, ensuring Sosuke was breathing normally. You sliced him cleanly as Kaname cleaned the blood from the incision. The hogyoku glimmered faintly.

You knew what to do, Sosuke had walked you through the procedure, had you practice and strengthen your spell casting abilities for this moment, and you had to trust yourself, just as he had trusted you.

You looked back outside, shaking yourself from that memory. Sosuke recovered smoothly, just as he anticipated. And now it was his last night with you, before he left Las Noches and just maybe you once and for all.

The night felt... calm, almost soothing to you. Sosuke indulged your whim to recite poetry. He read to you your favourites across centuries and cultures. Every syllable, pause and rhythm of his voice being seared into your memory.

In return, he wanted your wit, your charm and your thoughts. He would ask for your opinion, your criticisms and your guesses to the meaning behind the poems. The two of you in your own bubble of metaphors and allegories, of your favourite meal and teas.

Why wasn't every night like this?

Sosuke had a way with words, a way with power and a way with you. Why did he have to do this? Why? Why? Why?

Your anxiety was still festering, yet Sosuke looked as calm as ever. His face serene as he sipped his tea, enjoying the warmth it and you provided him.

He looked like a man without a care in the world, with every word spoken with a sense of measure and evenness. He was... relaxed.

He wanted one last thing from you, before you two retired for the night. It made you laugh how with everything going on, with all of his plans, with all of his intricacies and quirks, he yearned for your touch.

And you only wanted to oblige.

It was a surreal night. You took time to kiss him, as he did you. The two of you lost in each other's bodies and your own thoughts, as you seared every kiss, nip and bite to memory. The way his eyes would shutter as you gently bit his ear, the way he would angle his thrust a bit higher as you let out a gutteral moan of his name.

The night felt both long, yet so short. The weariness of your body and the overstimulated mess of nerves of your mind put you straight to sleep, with Sosuke's embrace the last thing you could sear to memory.

Birds were chirping nearby as you began to wake. Birds? Your eyes flew open and a new room greeted you. Sadness washed over you as you longed for Sosuke, but it was now the morning and he was gone.

And the only thing you could do now was to trust him.

Thank you for sending this request and I hope this is what you had in mind!! I wanted to write something with... a dreamy quality to it, but I don't think I conveyed that all that well haha!

✦–professional slacker 🗣️ˎˊ˗ ——–——––--

平子 真子 - Shinji Hirako x reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: sfw // established relationship // Shinji hirako is on break day, so he can do whatever he wants with his princess.

------------- Break day for Captain Hirako means YOU aren't getting any moment of peace.

He’s lounging on the couch with you in his lap—legs spread, arms loose around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he hums some lazy jazz tune. You tried to get up to do literally anything, but nope. Not happening. Shinji has declared this a “no escape from boyfriend duty” kind of day.

“Where you goin’, huh?” he murmurs into your neck, pressing a kiss there and tugging you closer. “Break day means I finally get to harass my princess properly.”

“You mean smother,” you mumble, cheeks warm as his hands slide a little lower under your shirt.

“Tomato, tomahtoo,” he mutters, biting gently your shoulder. “You’re mine today, Name. That’s the rule.”

He ends up carrying you around the house like it’s a royal procession—on his back, in his arms, over the shoulder if you protests too much. He feeds you snacks with ridiculous “Say aaah~” antics, let you wear his big ah shirts, and insists you sit on his lap at all times—kitchen chairs, couch, bed, floor, doesn’t matter.

“You’re warm,” he tells you as an excuse, burying his face in your neck again. “Plus, your thighs are my emotional support pillows.”

if you try to tease him, maybe you'll get a pout —maybe—but it doesn’t last long when his hands are wrapped around you and he's whispering, “My pretty princess... always mine on days like this,”

random extra with ass groping 💔💔----

He’s got that shameless grin on his face - eyes half-lidded, voice low and full of mischief.

One hand stays tucked under his cheek like he’s all innocent, while the other? Firmly cupped over your ass, fingers splayed like it belongs there. Every now and then he gives it a lazy squeeze, like he's checking it’s still his. Spoiler: it is.

“Mmh… y’know,” he mumbles against your belly, lips brushing your skin, “for a princess, you’ve got one hell of a royal ass.”

You roll your eyes, though your breath catches a bit. “Shinji—”

“What?” he grins, lifting his head to look up at you with zero shame. “I’m just appreciating my monarchy.”

He props himself up, still lazily grabbing you, and presses a kiss just above your waistband. “C’mon, princess... after all the pampering, it’s only fair I give my thanks properly.”

“You’re incorrigible,” you laugh, swatting at him—but he only chuckles, letting his hand wander again.

“And yet... you still let me sleep in your lap like a spoiled mutt.”

“Because you are.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You say that like I won’t bite.”

You give him a look.

He smirks wider.

Yeah. You're cooked.

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The first time….

The faint gasp he unconsciously lets out when he sees you naked for the first time.

The throaty grunt he lets loose when he enters your pussy for the first time.

The involuntary groan that escapes his lips when you climax and clamp down his length for the first time.

The uncontrollable string of moans and chants that spill out with his cum, coating your walls with his warm thick seed for the first time.

The audible breaths against your ears, his warm cheeks pressed against yours as he recovers from his first release inside you.

EEEEEEK 🤩🤩🤩🤩

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June 27 is pick a Kink and Tropes day!

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KiNKs

Asphyxiation/Choking

Breeding

Group Orgy

Knotting

Degradation/Humiliation

Edging

Face Sitting

Impact Play

BDSM

Leash and collar

Overstimulation

Public Sex

Cock warming

Threesome

Double Penetration

Hair Pulling

Age Gap

Handcuffs

Biting

Role playing

Virgin (reader or character

Pegging

Sleepy sex

Web cam

Daddy kink

Lingerie

Oral fixation

Toys

Car sex

Dry humping

Sex machine

Size kink

Praise kink

Tropes

Fake Dating

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Forbidden Love

Arranged Marriage

Love Triangle

One Bed

Slow Burn

Memory Loss/Amnesia

Secret Identity

Secret Admirer

Second Chance Romance

Opposites attract

Secret Relationship

Accidental confession

Bickering Lovers

Power Couple

Friends with Benefits and stay as friends

Friends with Benefits turn to lovers

Soulmates