#bleach collab

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Use the tag #thrills n kills collab and tag me in your work for a reblog!!

Fandoms: Tokyo Revengers, AOT, JJK, Demon Slayer, Haikyuu + any other fandom are welcome to join!!

The due date is October 31 2022, but it isn't a hard due date. Life happens I totally understand, just please let me know if you are going late, would like to drop, or would like to change your submission!

Examples for each:

Peach rings: Watching a horror movie / Handing out candy to little kids / Going out to a Halloween attraction

Hot tamales: Sex rule broken (or any other horror movie rule) / Adult party / Costume roleplay

Coffee crisps: Freak incidents (think final destination) / Fake weapon turns out to be real / Taunting a real killer

MASTERLIST

Now you wished you had not asked. But as his practitioner, it was your duty to answer his questions and ease his concerns.

You decided to distract your racing mind by typing away on your computer, documenting the side effects on his chart and dragging out the lengthy sentences. You pressed your lips together and tried to buy yourself some time to think of what to say next. You had this conversation several times before with other patients, so why were you going blank all of a sudden?

He couldn't ejaculate, which was probably contributing to his low mood. Nothing is more discouraging than a dysfunctional penis that delivers a knife to your shrivelled self-esteem.

And with that knowledge, you finally understood where his pain came from. It wasn't just physical pain that plagued his bones. This was the type of pain that was foreign and took root in his heart. He had lost his friends. He had lost his identity. He lost his masculinity. He quite possibly lost his job. He had nothing to look forward to but disappointment and loneliness.

Now, you had to gather some courage and put on your professional hat if you were to help this man out. And oh, you really wanted to help this man out in more ways than one.

“Unfortunately, It is one of the common side effects. Fortunately, it is not permanent,” you tried to reassure him. Your voice softened, gentle and soothing, like a calm melody playing in the background. It was an attempt to calm his worries and settle your own racing heart.

“I know but… it would be nice to see someone. I can't go out on a date with that happening or more like not happening," he admitted, the hesitation slowly lifting away with each passing minute. He was still embarrassed, his face turning a deeper pink that brought some color to his pale, sickly complexion.

“Would ‘seeing someone’ bring you some joy in your life?” you asked. It was your job as his therapist to help him find the bright path, even if it meant setting him up on a date.

“Like I said, who would want me?” He sank back in his chair, vengeful dread settling in again and draining the energy from his voice.

"A lot of women and men would be all over you. You ain't an eye sore.” You bit your tongue as soon as your confession slipped past your lips.

But that was enough to have him perk back up on his chair.

“Really?” His eyes suddenly lit up, filling in those sunken eyes and hollowed cheeks. Was there someone who found him attractive in his current state?

You had veered off the professional script and you had to quickly steer yourself back into the lane.

You also had to answer his question because not doing so would crumble the very little confidence he had left in him.

“Well, yeah. You are handsome and I am sure you will find someone suitable. Someone who will look past those injuries and admire you for who you really are”.

Ya that someone was you!

You!

You hated to admit it, even to yourself, but you’d had a huge crush on him since day one. It wasn’t out of pity, as you’d initially convinced yourself while hoping the feeling would pass.

You glanced at the ticking clock, hoping his session was almost over, but you were barely a quarter of the way through the hour.

Izuru huffed and shook his head lightly, his bangs swaying with the motion. “I don't think such a person exists. Just another fairy tale told to make us feel better about our pitiful selves.”

He fiddled with his hands in his lap while thinking of a way to approach the next awkward topic. He was ready to move away from the dating conversation because he was starting to feel a deep-seated pain build in his chest.

There was a long stretch of silence, which you often allowed during your sessions for a moment of reflection or a break. But that pause had never felt like eternity. If it hadn’t been for the ticking clock, you would have been sucked into the timeless void simmering around you.

The tick-tock was particularly loud and annoying today. It was the same office clock you’d had since you moved into your new office. Perhaps it was the ticking of your heart that had you on the edge.

While you tried to escape the timeless void and search for the next question, Izuru finally broke the silence and pulled you out from that abyss.

“Listen. You are a doctor. Do you think maybe you can take a look at it?”

You weren't sure why that made you blush like a silly schoolgirl who just got asked out by her crush.

“I shouldn't. It's out of my scope of practice.” You quickly put the brakes on that idea. That expensive piece of paper that hung on the wall was at stake.

“But what if it isn't ? What if it is the cause of my pain and suffering?”

“Which may as well be partially the case. Then I will refer you to a specialist.”

“And you know it will take months before I see a specialist,” Izuru remained persistent.

He had a point. The healthcare system wasn't in

anyone's favour.

“I know a few colleagues who might be able to expedite the referral,” you offered.

Izuru’s urgency and concerns were valid but you did not want to get trapped in a lawsuit.

Fortunately, he did not push the matter any further. He understood your predicament and decided to wait on the referral instead.

The rest of the session was spent discussing his treatment plan and sharing resources.

He left the office feeling light and hopeful. If only that feeling would last until the next appointment.

-

The next day you walked into the office and turned on your computer. You pulled up your schedule and quickly noticed he had made another appointment for today.

Nothing wrong with having appointments back to back especially if someone was in serious need. And you would be lying if you said you weren't looking forward to his next session.

“How has your day been?” you started off with the basics, greeting the man back to his seat.

“If it was great, I wouldn't be here so soon,” was his dry reply.

“Okay. Let's backtrack a little. How did you feel after leaving the office yesterday?” you tried being specific and direct with your questions.

“Good. Great. For an hour at least. And then I went home and well….I had these urges after leaving your office. But I couldn't act on them. I mean…I tried to but I couldn't release. I felt incompetent.

Useless. Impotent. Pathetic. And it all spiralled from there.”

You held your breath as he unravelled himself and became vulnerable.

“Ah…” Again you were lost for words. You were better trained for situations like these. Yet, you felt yourself getting caught in the net, unable to break free from this paralysis.

“Just to reassure you, I sent the referral to a specialist and marked it urgent. I hope to hear a response in a few days”, you reminded him. You settled down on your office chair and began typing. “Are there any activities you enjoy? Hobbies? Something that brings you joy? Something that makes you feel competent?”

Izuru nodded his head a firm no. “I have no motivation to pursue anything.”

You looked up from the computer screen and noticed the emptiness had returned. He was looking at you but also looking past you. His gaze held no purpose. You felt pity, but it wasn't the only reason you wanted to help him.

“Listen, I want to help you but I can't take advantage of the situation.You are very vulnerable right now”, you explained but struggled to continue. “I…. I can't help you with that”.

“Isnt it your job? As my doctor?” He sounded bitter and impatient.

“As your ‘therapist’, I can not be looking down your pants. I will lose my title and everything I built.” You swept your hand across the room to present the evidence he sat in.

Usually, you would shut the person right away and make a referral to another therapist to get them out of your hair. But you selfishly did not want to let go of him.

The chair scraped sharply against the hardwood floor as he pushed it back and stood. “Forget it then. I wasted your precious time.”

He headed for the door, dragging his shame behind him like a weight he couldn’t shake.

You couldn’t let him leave like that. Not in a limbo.

“Hold on!” You quickly stood up, Fine I’ll take a look,” you finally caved in.

Izuru didn’t turn back. He only turned his head slightly, bangs slipping over one eye, sharpening his expression and features into something more serious. Something more sexy. “Don’t force it. You are right. I was being selfish. I can’t put your career at risk.”

“If we are to make any progress, I will make an exception,” you explained, smiling to reassure him once more.

Izuru didn’t waste any time. He walked around the table and stood before you. You turned your rolling office chair to face him, his lifeless crotch only a few meters away from your face.

He was wearing worn out jeans today and a loose hoodie to cover most of his damaged and artificial body.

You wanted to get it out of the way in case someone sprang into the office. Someone like the receptionist or another therapist. Can’t be caught inspecting or holding your patient’s dick.

The desperate man who was very persistent earlier, did not make the next move. He just stood there, his hands resting to his side and unsure how to proceed. Perhaps he was still embarrassed and was waiting on you to make the first move.

“Why are you hesitating now? If you don’t feel comfortable….”

He cut you off mid sentence.

“No. It’s….it’s really embarrassing. Give me a moment,” he urged, trying to mentally convince himself.

A moment was the problem. Your plan was to take a quick look, make sure there were no signs of injections or blood clots and send him on his way. That would have been enough to settle his worries until the next appointment.

After what felt like eternity, he finally undid the pant button and dragged the stiff zipper down the tracks. You were instantly greeted with a peek of yellow boxers decorated with prints of marigold flowers.

He fiddled around to pull out his limp membrane. With all the shuffling he did, he was now only inches away from your face. When he pulled out his sad need, you did not expect his limp cock to be a handful on its own.

“Wow…” Came your unsolicited reaction.

“It’s that bad?” The man holding his cock suddenly tensed up from your initial response.

“No…no sorry. I guess I wasn’t sure what to expect”. You took a deep breath in, trying to ground yourself. But doing so sent a puff of warm air and tickled the shriveled surface of his cock that he held protectively in his hand.

He felt a tingling sensation down his balls. A sensation he had not felt in a while.

You leaned back a little, trying to build some distance between your face and his cock. Your eyes scanned the surface and noticed how it was reacting under your observant gaze.

It throbbed in his hands, stirring as though waking from a long, dormant slumber.

“It seems to look fine”, you nodded and were ready to pull away. However, you couldn’t pull away. You wanted to see what else it was capable of.

Izuru was shocked to see his cock respond so quickly. It was halfway erect already and begging to be touched.

“Lift it up a little so I can observe the underside”, you requested.

Not surprisingly, he complied.

With more of his length revealed, you could clearly see the roadmap of the veiny surface. He was close to fully erect now, his cock danced under your gentle and caring gaze.

“Well…it also seems to be working fine”, you nodded, still struggling to peel your eyes away from it.

“Yea but I can’t get past this point. It won’t stay like this for more than a few minutes,” he explained.

“Hmm. I don’t see any serious issues right now. So why don’t we wait for the referral and call it a day?” You were expecting him to agree and tuck his erect cock back into his pants.

Expecting.

Izuru was determined to keep this erection a little longer and see how far this would take him.

Surprisingly, he held the erection longer than he had anticipated. And he wanted to hold onto that feeling as long as his body would allow him.

Fortunately for him, as he would come to realize, it wasn’t his body that robbed him of this pleasure. It was his mind and willpower.

He was staring at your beautiful face. While holding your image, his hand swept up and down his throbbing length. He held his breath and so did you.

You should have stopped him once his hand began pumping his cock, but why rob him of this blissful moment. He had been seeking for pleasure and finally could release all that pent up stress onto your face.

And with that thought, you tilted your head to the side in case he ended up shooting his load all over your face. Imagine explaining the ropes of sticky cum in your hair to your work colleagues.

His gaze was locked onto you. He had forgotten about his surroundings and had completely immersed himself into seeking his high. And from the looks of it, he was quickly approaching that overdue release.

Precum dripped out of his slit, and he wasted not a single drop, gathering it beneath his palms and using it as lubrication to coat his dry cock.

He picked up the pace, his hips now rocking into his fleshy fist. His pants had slipped past his boney hips and gathered around his ankles. He let out the most rapturous moan which was loud enough to pull you out of your trance and back to reality.

“Iz-Izuru…” was your first warning that came with a strained voice and dry mouth. However, it fell on deaf ears. His hips were beating rapidly into his fist. It was as though he had become possessed. His gaze lost behind his bangs and lust.

You cleared your throat and tried again.

“Izuru! You need to stop now.”

Your sweet voice was enough to send him over the edge. Ropes of cum began to shoot from the tip like celebratory confetti. You certainly saw that cumming, ducking your head from his aim.

He continued to hump his way through the orgasm, his eyes rolling to the back of his sunken sockets, dragging the much needed orgasm until his breath hitched. He held his sensitive cock in his messy palms, the tip leaking from the aftermath.

It took him a few seconds before he came back to his senses. He looked up from where he stood and found your walls painted white with his cum. There was a splatter of that paint that landed and tainted your framed certifications. The very ones you failed to protect today.

“I’m so sorry,” he started apologizing while still holding his spastic dick.

You straightened up on your chair and handed him a box of tissues that sat on the other side of the desk.

“Now that you got that out of your system.” You tried to lighten up the mood because you could not deal with the awkwardness that was sure to follow. “Clearly it’s working”.

Izuru grabbed some tissue and turned around to clean his mess. You turned your chair away so you didn’t get a face full of ass. It was a cute ass which had you do a quick double take before you went back to typing your notes.

Notes that heavily omitted the events that had just transpired in your office. The only evidence was his DNA on the wall and the lingering scent of arousal in the air.

You gave him a few minutes to clean up. Izuru did not reach down to pull up his pants. Instead, he turned to face you again, presenting his erect cock.

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