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The whole thing started with an argument over a bike.
You were running a bit late. That was nothing new. You didn't know how you always managed to be racing the clock when you tried to set several alarms to wake up on time, but perhaps your neighbours and their incessant arguing had well and truly fucked up your Circadian rhythm. You’d tried to ask them nicely to keep it down, but they always apologised and then forgot their promises to lower the volume a couple of weeks later. You'd woken from a fractious sleep like the dead hauled from a grave, only for your body to clumsily lurch into gear when you realised the time.
Either way, you were in no mood for some wannabe delinquent's shit, especially not when they looked like they were barely out of high school.
You were hurrying to get to the station, your bag banging painfully against your hip as you moved, trying not to outright run and get out of breath but moving fast enough to make an actual difference, and your armpits were already starting to dampen from the exertion. You could see the steps leading down to the platform up ahead, like some kind of beacon.
There was a convenience store right beside the station entrance, which normally was a godsend when you forgot to make breakfast and wanting to grab a quick snack to keep you going on the ride to work, or a place you could walk to in the evenings on balmy evenings to pick something up and stretch your legs before winding down for the night. You recognised its glowing sign very well, like a checkpoint that indicated you were nearly home after a long day. Under normal circumstances, its presence was a stable, comforting one. But that was not the case today.
Your path was impeded by a bunch of bikes. Admittedly you didn't know shit about bikes, so you couldn't tell if they were just large scooters or small motorbikes or something inbetween, but either way they were blocking your path to the steps. You nearly tripped over your own toes as you suddenly lurched to a halt to avoid them, given how fast you’d been walking, hissing between your teeth as you knocked lightly into one of the bikes. A group of guys who looked like their ages ranged from late teens to perhaps their thirties, judging by the tall skinny guy, had the nerve to look over at you like you’d disturbed them.
"Oi, watch it, girlie." said a blonde guy who might have been attractive if it wasn't for the sneer on his face, like he was smelling something bad.
You bristled instinctively at his tone. Girlie?
"Excuse me?" you bit out, doing your best to keep your voice, an even volume and not let it go all high and priggish.
"Yeah, watch it!" a shorter guy with a mouth that looked like it's been punched several times chime in, his teeth chipped as he speaks. "You coulda scratched the paint!"
"By lightly bumping it with my bag? Where'd you get it, random parts in a junkyard?" you snark in response, unimpressed by the posturing. Real tough guys these were, five of them all staring down one woman who just wanted to get down the goddamn stairs. Not to mention, what were they doing loitering on some random street? Didn’t they have another gang to go punch or whatever it was they did to amuse themselves?
The boy's face was painted with shock at your retort for a split second and it took him a moment to recover, like he was taking a second to process what you said, like a slow computer buffering.
"You got a mouth on you, huh?" a heavyset guy with a red mohawk commented, more a factual statement than an accusation, but it didn't put you any more at ease. The way they were looking at you wasn't dissimilar to a pack of dogs who have heard an animal moving through the brush and are debating if it’s worth the chase.
They still hadn’t moved and you desperately wanted to check the time on your phone, but you didn’t want to risk taking it out and tempting them to snatch it off you – you wouldn’t have been able to stop all of them if they did, and with their bikes they could easily get away before you had time to react. Instead you drew in some air, trying to keep your cool despite the mounting irritation.
“I just want to get past.” You said, but they just chuckle mockingly at you.
“Yeah, sorry, but we’re waiting. You’re gonna have to take the long way.” Drawled the blonde guy, leaning back against his bike, hair spilling down his back over his jacket.
Your patience (what little you had left of it) was reaching its limit – you shouldn’t have to ask them to move more than once. Or at all.
"Move your goddamn bikes."
All of them suddenly stopped smirking. If this were a movie, it would be the scene where tumbleweed crossed the barren landscape, just before the shootout.
Got to stop watching shows so late at night. You thought to yourself, irrationally.
The shortest guy stepped closer.
"What did you say?" he said, and you're starting to understand why his teeth look like that - you're starting to want to punch him in the mouth as well. What was so difficult for them to understand, exactly? And because you doubt another girl would be as upfront as you, should one happen to be the next poor person who simply needed to get from A to B in a timely manner, you couldn't back down now. You would not.
"You heard." you replied, folding your arms, anger pulsing through you like a second heartbeat.
The stunned looks on their faces would have been pretty amusing if you weren't so keenly aware of the five of them against one of you, the bikes in your way like a shiver of steel sharks, but there was nowhere else for you to get onto the platform, not unless you crossed the street and walked even further and you had a feeling that if you tried that now, they'd chase you. Probably yelling insults and throwing things. Or worse. The best way around this is through.
The runtier guy glanced over his shoulder for a second, like he's asking the others silent permission or something. He's trying to look menacing but the scowl on his face made him look more petulant than anything else.
"You little-"
"What's this?"
A deep voice suddenly cut through the tension, and immediately, it's like they'd all forgotten about you. Every head turned towards the source of the noise and, unwittingly, you raised your eyes.
A tall figure strode towards the commotion, having just emerged from the convenience store. Your eyes were drawn to him inexorably, something about him immediately demanding your attention. He wore jeans and a black leather jacket with silver studs on the shoulders, which caught the light. Electric blue hair was swept back off a handsome, chiselled face, a couple of strands hanging between his eyes. He was smirking and something about the curve of his mouth, the half-lidded slant to his eyes, sent a spark licking down the length of your spine. There's something about the way he moved that told you he knew how to fight, there's a fluid, feral grace to his movements.
"I told you dumbasses to wait out here and you can't even do that right?"
He drew closer to you and you could smell him, a spicy kind of cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and styling wax. He wasted zero time in getting all up into your personal space and your feet gave ground to his approach on reflex. He grinned, looming over you, the collar of his shirt gaping open enough to reveal hard, firm pectoral muscles and a silver dog tag glinting between them. Your legs hit the bushes bordering the path and the leaves tickled your skin.
"I just asked them to move out of the way." you said, proud of yourself for keeping your voice from shaking, even if it sounds breathy to your ears.
"She mouthed off at us, Grimmjow!" piped the runt behind him, like a kid tattling to his older brother.
Grimmjow - what a strange name, yet it suits him somehow, adding an extra flair to his already striking appearance - regarded you with amusement and slight condescension.
"Did she."
He doesn't look angry, there's a glint in his eyes as if he's intrigued, and you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away, his eyes sucking you in and holding you there, rendering your body immobile, refusing to obey your mind's commands. He moved in closer, taking obvious pleasure in crowding you and cutting off any potential escape route.
“You’re lucky I don’t have time for you right now, sweetheart.” He said in a lazy drawl, leaning in and resting a hand on your shoulder, where you noticed that several thick silver rings adorned his fingers. “Got places to be. But before I go, what’s your name?”
Your heart was pounding in your chest – would he seriously let you just walk off after giving his friends attitude? He definitely looked the part of a delinquent, maybe even a gangster, far more than any of his friends did. And he seemed to be the leader and you had no doubt if you were a man the situation wouldn’t be playing out this way, but you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Why do you want to know my name?” you asked, and he gave a soft, dangerous chuckle.
“Playing hard to get, huh?” he asked, quietly enough that only you could hear him. His eyes bored into yours and his hand dipped lower, settling on your waist and squeezing. The strength in his fingers alone drove a gasp from your throat. “Heh. Have it your own way.”
An indignant splutter left your mouth as his hand brushes over the swell of your ass as he straightened up and a blush burned your face – did he just-?! Your mouth fell open to say something, which was probably not wise, but nothing happened, just a faint croaking noise emerging from your throat. It happened so quickly you’re already doubting it it did at all.
“We’re leaving.” Grimmjow commanded the men behind him casually, like he was giving out his drink order. “Move it.”
“But-“ the runt protested.
He glared at the smallest guy, who visibly shrank back, chin dipping to his chest.
“Yeah? Got something to say, D-Roy?”
D-Roy? That had to be a nickname, surely. Unless the idiot just happened to have particularly cruel parents. D-Roy quickly shook his head, shooting a glance at you that was both fearful and resentful, and one by one the gathered group get on their bikes and just like that, your path was cleared. You half expected to hear a videogame jingle to indicate you could proceed.
You were determined not to look back as you practically ran for the stairs, but just as your head was about to disappear down past the brick wall either side of the steps, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking out of the corner of your eye.
Grimmjow was watching you, a smirk on his face that immediately made you uneasy, like he knew something you didn’t and was savouring in your woeful ignorance. With a sharp inhale, you faced forward and hurried down the steps – perhaps if you were lucky, you could still get your train.
Grimmjow strode towards his bike, which had been concealed from your vision by the others. His was larger, sleeker and cooler-looking than those of his gang and he straddled it with the expertise of a cowboy getting atop his horse, revving the engine.
“You’re really going to let her off the hook that easy?” Shawlong queried, in a dry voice, drawing his bike up beside Grimmjow’s, but still staying slightly behind out of silent respect. Grimmjow’s lip quirked, revealing a flash of teeth.
“Who said anything about letting her off the hook?” he responded with a shrug of his wide shoulders. “When I want to find her, I know where to look.”
“How do you know that?” Ilforte asked, sounding surprised. “You’ve met her before?”
“Nah,” Grimmjow answered, procuring something from his sleeve and holding it between two fingers, the grin on his face widening.
Between index and middle finger sat what looked like a building pass, complete with a lanyard strap dangling down, the corporate logo at complete odds when contrasted against the worn leather of his jacket sleeve. You hadn’t even noticed him lift it from your pocket, too busy getting flustered over him touching you. You’d pay for your lack of observational skills later.
“She’ll be wanting this back.” Grimmjow said, a feral spark lighting the blue of his eyes.
Let the hunt begin.
@shinjisimp can't remember a time i wasn't gooning ☝️😔
i wonder what i thought about before my thoughts were vastly consumed by having sex with fictional characters and falling in love with fictional characters
my hair is soooo pullable and yet nobody is using it to put me in my place. fucked up
i love men w big boobs <3333
This is literally me with Sukuna
absolute beautyyyy
SHINJI HIRAKO
Shinji x female reader
A short prompt by @tomitsulikeslemons your wish is my command.
Smut nsfw not proofread yet.
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“Ya want me to go all visored on yer ass? Ya sure ‘bout that doll?”
With his hard dick in hand, he was just about ready to line up against your slick folds. You quickly cover your entrance with your palm, feeling the smooth leaky head of his cock pressing against the backside of your hand.
“Just for a few minutes. Entertain me. You said I can ask for anything”, you remind him of his promises.
“Ya. What I meant was jewelry or clothes. Not a pounding from my inner hollow. But whateva tickles yer fancy I guess”. He wouldn't deny you a simple request. He won’t admit to it but he was curious. He had masturbated while in that form countless time and it did offer him the most heightened sense of arousal and ecstasy. Many times he thought about bringing out the mask while fucking you from behind but never pulled it off, worried it might be an instant turn-off on your end. Or perhaps he was just unconsciously worried it would frighten you and distance you away from him. Because at one point they were considered an outcast, ostracized by their own friends and family.
“What did I do to deserve ya”, he whispers, mostly to himself while transforming, the white mask materializing onto his face.
“Hmmm?” you swear he said something sentimental.
“Nothin’. Just lay back and let Shinji do his thing”. His voice was deeper and distorted, adding onto that sex appeal that drove you crazy. It had you squealing like a fangirl on the inside. But you can't show your excitement or else he will certainly use that to his taunting advantage.
His intimidating grin was much wider and whiter, teeth so perfectly flared and permanently plastered onto the hard shell. His short blond hair was the only indication that it was your Shinji behind that mask. As you begin to appreciate this form of his, which you had rarely seen, he aligns himself back against your wet folds and pushes forward. A gush of your arousal coats his length and trickles out your stuffed opening.
“Fuck! Did ya just get wet from starin’ at my mask? Ya a weird one ain't ya. Don't ya start cummin’ from lookin’”, he commented while burrowing himself all the way in. Your walls were convulsing around him, your body trembling in excitement from the sight that hovered above you. He had to be careful with his movements. His cock and nerves were too sensitive in this form.
His hips began moving, skin slapping at an unusually slower pace. You just lay there with your legs open nice and wide for him. Your heart is thumping hard in your ribcage and Shinji’s inner hollow can hear every sound coming from your body. Your heart beat, the blood gushing through your arteries, your hitched breath and the squelching sounds emitted from deep within your womb.
“Ya fallin’ in love with my hollow?” he suddenly asked mid-thrust. His cock was half in and it felt like he was glaring at you all of a sudden.
You have no idea how to answer that question. Yes? It feels like you are cheating on him. No? ‘You don't fully accept me.’
He chuckled, noticing your flustered state.
You look back at him, you could just see that cocky grin behind the mask. Fuck! He was messing with your head again.
You suddenly retreat away from him and quickly push him on his back. You plop on top and grind your hips against his pelvis, his cock twitching under your weight. At that point he realized he was fucked. As soon as his dick pushed past your folds, he gave you a very deep warped groan.
“What’s the matter? Too stimulating for your dick? I can feel it throbbing like a mad man between my walls”, you grin, riding him at a faster pace.
He did not expect to be overstimulated so soon. His mind was already hazy from the transformation as he walked along the edge between two worlds. It was sad you couldn't witness his pathetic expression. You lean forward, forearms propped up on his chest, hips dancing in every direction.
“Doll…slow down! ‘M gonna….!” he pleaded, his hands resting on your hips in an effort to slow down your movements but you were on a mission.
“Don’t you dare cum! I just started!”.
Alas, it was too much for the Visored. What did it for him was the kiss on his mask. Your soft lips pressed against the perfectly arranged white gnashers.
“Fuckkkk meeeee!!!!” echoed his orgasmic moans, cock convulsing deep inside while coating your walls with his thick seed. But you didn't stop. You continued to milk him good and some more. “Stoppp!! I'm loosin’ it!!! Stop yer ass or….shit!!” he paused his begging for a brief moment, his mask dissolving away and a trickle of blood trailing down his nostril and towards his lip.
His dilated pupils and half lidded eyes gave you the satisfaction. You pull him out so you can tend to his bloody nose, leaving a trail of his stringy cum pooling on his twitching cock.
“Fuck doll. You gotta listen to yer man”. He is breathing hard, his body still sensitive from the intense premature orgasm he was not prepared for.
“Well it was fun to get you to cum before me. We have to do this more often”, you say cheerfully while cleaning up his face.
He passes you a disapproving look. You pat his lips with the red stained cloth, your eyes gleaming with mischief. You were now aware of his weakness and you shall abuse it until his balls run try. With a loose fist, you stroke his glistening slippery cock. You click your tongue in disappointment as he couldn’t get it up fast enough.
He understands that it’s your way or no way. He inhales deeply, eyes closed and forearm resting on his forehead as he tries to ground himself.
“Just give me a sec, doll. Don’t ya rush me. It’ll bounce up soon”.
warning: smut, explicit content & language, 18+mdni
also an appreciation post for him cause he‘s too underrated imo. My face just light‘s up as soon as he appears on screen. Comfort character 🫶🏻
@darthwhorecrux as promised so you wouldn’t miss it🫶🏻
Kisuke treats you like an complete Goddess. You want your back or feet massaged? He massages you. You want that dress? He get‘s it for you. You want a fucking castle?? Hell he even get’s that for you. Everything you desire in this world.
Kisuke loves receiving oral from you. Don’t get me wrong, he is also good at giving oral but he loves seeing how you make a mess of yourself. The sloppier & filthier the Blowjob, the better. He also loves if you deepthroat him & use a lot of saliva.
Kisuke is a pervert needy man. He‘ll fucks you everywhere he can if he‘s horny. Even if that means fucking you behind an apartment building in the pure daylight. He has no boundaries at all & probably wouldn’t even notice if you‘ll get catched to loss in the pleasure.
Kisuke is sooo funny & silly. That’s why you fell in love with him in first place. He never fails to make you laugh even if you are in a bad mood or had a rough day. But he can get serious as well if the situation requires it.
Kisuke his dick is not too big but not too small. Just the perfect size of about 19 cm. Not to thin but also not to thick but really firm. Slightly crooked & extremely veiny. Stubbles like on his face are apparent.
Kisuke is really kinky. Breeding Kink, Choking Kink, Exhibitionism Kink… you name it. He wants to try everything with you as long as you are comfortable with it of course and if not? He makes you comfortable with it.
Kisuke has like i said a Breeding Kink. But that doesn’t implies only your pussy but every hole he can possibly fuck. Stuffing your mouth full with his cum, your pussy or even your ass… he loves seeing how you drip & leak everywhere and it turns him on even more seeing you completely knocked up.
Kisuke is such an affectionate lover. Hugging you all day, giving you kisses.. telling you how much he loves & adores you.. he‘ll do anything to make you smile.
Kisuke knows what he‘s doing when he fucks you. He knows how to use his cock to make you see stars. He will make sure you cum all the time and not even once. His biggest pleasure is when he sees how good he‘s making you feel, that is his top priority.
Kisuke loves sloppy, wet, messy sex. He loves to oil all your body up, giving you a sensual massage before he then pounds your pussy all night. Plus point when you squirt for him, like i said the messier the better. He would be that kind of guy who would slap your pussy, to make you squirt even more on him.
Kisuke is not afraid to be vocal. In fact he moans so loud, that they are even overpowering your own moans & whimpers. Growling, grunting and prepare for a switch between deep & high pitched moans when he‘s about to climax.
Kenpachissluut 🫶🏻
comments & reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻
Cock sizes for bleach men?
A/N: If this question wasn’t asked, I was contemplating making a post on my own. You’re a real one anon. I love you for this 😘. I hope I did a good job with this 🫣
𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — 8 to 8.5 inches, thick and well-veined. Definitely well-groomed, but he lets things stay a little wild—fits his effortless charm.
𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 — 7.5 to 8 inches, elegant and well-proportioned. Smooth with a slight curve. Probably very aesthetically pleasing, much like the rest of him.
𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 — 7.5 inches, a bit on the thicker side, with a slight upward curve. Keeps it well-maintained but isn’t overly concerned with aesthetics—his confidence carries it well.
𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 — 6.5 to 7 inches, immaculately groomed and symmetrical. Not overly thick but firm, fitting for someone so disciplined and regal.
𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 — 7 to 7.5 inches, average thickness but smooth. A slight curve that adds to his natural smugness—definitely has the skills to use it.
𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 — 8 to 8.5 inches, thick, smooth, and perfectly proportioned. Regal yet intimidating—just like him. You’d expect nothing less from someone who thrives on being in control.
𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — 8 inches, thick and heavy, just slightly curved, with and healthy balance of veins. Quite girthy.
𝐆𝐢𝐧 — 6.5 to 7 inches but effective. Smooth and pale, not too thick, but his confidence makes up for any lack of sheer size.
𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚 — 6 to 6.5 inches, decent thickness, elegant in proportion but nothing flashy. Well-groomed but not overly concerned with aesthetics.
𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 — 6.5 inches, solid and well-maintained, though not as overwhelming as some others. A good mix of strength and finesse.
𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 — 7.5 inches, thick and veiny, raw and untamed. A little unkempt but suits his wild nature—he’s got a confident, rugged appeal.
𝐓𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 (𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭) — 6.5 inches, well-defined, neither too thick nor too thin, a perfect aesthetic.
𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — 9.5 to 10 inches, ridiculously thick and unrestrained. Veiny, heavy, and raw in its presence. This man is as wild in every aspect as expected.
𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 — 6.5 inches, slender and well-groomed, but not lacking in presence.
𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 — 7 inches, slightly thicker than Uryu’s but just as well-maintained.
𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 — 9 to 9.5 inches, monstrous in every sense, thick and commanding. Veins trace the length, an extension of his overwhelming dominance.
𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — 8 inches, refined yet imposing. Balanced thickness, neatly groomed, exuding authority without excess.
𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — 7 inches, smooth and alluring, just like him. Not the thickest, but certainly well-proportioned and inviting.
𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳-𝐁 — 7.5 to 8 inches, thick and wild, much like his personality. Not the most refined, but it carries a lot of heat—literally.
𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 — 8.5 inches, untamed, veiny, and thick. A raw energy befitting his animalistic nature.
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐤 — 8 inches, smooth and effortless, a perfect mix of laziness and potency. Nothing about him is excessive, but everything is effective.
𝐔𝐥𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐚 — 7 inches, slender yet firm, pale with a sculpted elegance. Not thick, but eerily well-defined.
what are you hc on how bleach men sleep with their s/o? you know like lf they like to have their space or if they headlock them☠️
A/N: Not the headlock option 🤣. But I do see a few of them doing that... the sleep fighters, that is. This was extremely chaotic ☠️
Cuddler — they love the idea for either of you wrapping your arms around each other to fall asleep. Either of your faces pressed into each other necks. The light, soft breathing coming from your lips, while they’re snoring. With both of you curled up against each other your slumber is one of the most peaceful sleeps.
— Shunsui, Jushiro, Byakuya (secretly), Starrk, Hisagi, Kira, Uryu, Jugram, Askin, Yhwach
Cuddle to roll away — at the start of the night the both of you are wrapped up in each other’s embrace but by the end of the night, you’ve both drifted apart. Throughout the night one of you will row back into the other’s arms, only to roll away again.
— Ichigo, Kisuke, Toshiro, Shinji, Renji, Bazz-B
Sleeps apart — from the start of your sleep to the end, you both lay on different ends of the bed. It’s not the either of you don’t like to cuddle, it’s just that you need space to roll around, so you don’t hit them, and they don’t need to be a victim of your moves.
— Byakuya, Ulquiorra, Ryuken, Aizen
Blanket Thief — you’ll go to sleep with the blanket wrapped heavenly around you and then wake up to the coldness biting your flesh in the middle of the night. When you look around for your blanket, wondering if it grew legs and ran away, you see them wrapped up, snuggling, in it. It’s impossible to yank it off them, so you just lay there in the cold.
— Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Gin, Kisuke, Renji, Ichigo
Sleep Talkers — they never stop once they start. They say the most ridiculous stuff ever. “Open the cupboard for the sugar to leave, help me find my sheep.” The hell. Sometimes you engage in the conversation with them just to hear them say more shit. Surprisingly, the conversation is actually good.
— Shunsui, Kisuke, Shinji, Bazz-B, Starrk, Askin, Gin, Uryu
— Zaraki, Ichigo, Bazz-B, Grimmjow
Sleep Fighters — look at this point, I’m sorry for you and I hope you survive the night with at least some sleep cuz you ain’t getting any. They require a warning. Unless you don’t mind sleeping on the floor when they kick you off. You’ll be catching their hands and feet all night, all over. At least take a few pointers from their moves, you might learn something.
Sleepwalkers — you’ll wake up to someone poking you, asking if you want some sugar in your tea while holding a powder bottle. When you look up, it’s them unconsciously walking about the house picking up items and rearranging them or sometimes, just sitting and staring off at God knows what. It quite alarming because you once woke up to them curled up and laughing on the staircase, holding a pot. What was the joke? I don’t even know.
— Askin, Shinji, Kisuke, Gin, Toshiro
Sleep laughers — so I know this one’s strange but lemme explain, sleep laughing does exist and sadly I’m proof, I used to do it. Like me, they’d wake up to themselves laughing from their slumber. We don’t even know what the hell the dream was about. It’s gone from our minds. Just know the dream was funny. It’s scary when you’re sleeping, and you hear laughing coming from next to you. The fuck? Not tonight satan.
— Shinji, Gin, Askin
Sleeping on top one another — the comfortable weight of either of your bodies resting on the other lulls you both to sleep gracefully. They enjoy this way of sleep with you. Arms sprawled out on either sides, legs encaged around theirs and they’re snoring lightly. The weight of either of you on each other’s chest seems to be just right. Pulling the sheets around you two, they’d wrap their arms and drift off to sleep.
— Starrk, Renji, Hisagi, Jugram, Zaraki, Shunsui, Hisagi
Sleeps straight on their back throughout the entire night and doesn’t move — are they dead? Are they crazy? Who the hell sleeps like that the entire night? They look so still. Are they moving? They’re not…breathing? Why aren’t they turning? You thought you were sleeping next to a dead the first time you woke up and turned to look at them. They were in the same spot and position you left them when you both fell asleep.
— Aizen, Ulquiorra, Ryuken, Yhwach, Jugram, Starrk, Toshiro
Heavy sleepers — the house could be burning, the earth could split open and sink the house, the dead could rise, or you could roll them off a cliff and they’d be fast asleep. There’s no hope left for you beside leaving them alone. They’ll wake up when they want to wake up.
— Starrk, Renji, Ichigo
Snorers — you’re doomed from start to end. Have earplugs on standby every night or sleep on the couch. You’re not gonna get sleep at all. They sound like a lawnmower. You can’t sleep through that. Sometimes you wonder if they’re mowing grass in their sleep.
— Shunsui, Zaraki, Grimmjow, Bazz-B
Sleeps in weird positions — you and I can’t comprehend half of the positions that they contort they bodies to sleep. Is that even comfortable? It doesn’t look so. Why is their head positioned like that? Do they want to break it? They’re also known to be able to sleep anywhere as well. Don’t be surprised if you wake up to them sleeping on their heads.
— Kisuke, Shinji, Grimmjow, Bazz-B
Doesn’t need sleep. Sleep is for the weak — this one is self-explanatory. Sleep? Who’s that? Don’t know them. Never heard of them. Don’t introduce me. I don’t need to go any further.
— Ulquiorra, Yhwach, Aizen
I don’t need sleep, I need answers — this one is also self-explanatory. They’re mostly the overthinkers who create and entire scenario or theory and because of this they can’t sleep, so they spend the whole night awake creating more scenarios and theories to answer their problems.
— Uryu, Byakuya, Kira, Kisuke, Aizen, Ryuken, Yhwach, Jugram, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow
If I can’t sleep, neither can you or I’ll wake the household — if they can’t sleep, it’s a you problem, seriously. You’re going to have to deal with their problem as well and no, they don’t take your negativity towards their problem lightly or as a response. We’re all in this together.
— Bazz-B, Shinji, Gin, Grimmjow, Kisuke
I can’t sleep, so I’ll drink to sleep — this is truly a quick and easy way to dreamland for them, the only problem is that they have to go through that drunk phase first—which clearly isn’t the best phase for them.
— Shunsui, Hisagi, Gin, Askin, Kira