Long-haired Shinji Come Back To Meeeee

i got extremely drunk last night and the horny demon possessed me i'm so sorry 😭

Shinji Hirako and Hiyori Sarugaki - Rebirth of Souls

Shinji being the source that keeps us all going

Atlas and the Hesperides by John Singer Sargent (1921)

Danny Johnson they could never make me hate you

HEADCANNON!!!!!!! #1 >:)

I major headcannon mayuri to have some longgg ass eyelashes

hurr battering in front of a computer screen on my tv while I bark with unquenchable yearning 💔 just not fair is it.

i did a quick sketch (pls be kind im still learning and idk why I gave him a soft chin cuz we all know that man is CLEAN CUT MM)

can you tell i used the shower pic as my reference 🫣

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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!!!!”

Hello lovely!

I got a silly ask, but do you think Shinji can be romantic?

Btw: I am enjoying all of your work so much. I literally am starting to fall for characters I didn't expect to fall for. Curse you, you amazing beautiful person/writer!

A/N: Whenever someone tells me that it’s my fault for making them like a character they weren’t into from the start, I do a little laugh like a villain. That was the plan from the start 😏. I have succeeded, hehe. Now, onto your question:

Do I think Shinji is romantic?

Why absolutely yes. Just not in the manner the ideal envisionment of romanticism is portrayed. This is Shinji we’re talking about. He’s gonna add his ✨️extra spice✨️ to whatever it is he’s planning. If he were to be romantic, it would likely be in a lighthearted, mischievous way—flirting with an easy confidence, throwing in cheeky remarks, and making his partner laugh. He’s not the kind to be overly sappy, but he’d show affection through actions rather than grand words—cheeky and casual touches, making sure his partner is safe, and being there when it truly counts.

That being said, if he ever did get serious about someone, his rare, unguarded moments of tenderness would hit hard, making it clear that, behind all the jokes, he genuinely cares.

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!

Begging you to please post the reigen edit you have of him to nails, hair, hips, heels it’s been one of my favorite edits and it doesn’t load properly on Twitter anymore so I can’t show people 😭

ask and u shall receive

and i wouldn't have it any other way <333

it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living