#❛ drabbles: shinji.

[heartbinders]

TAG DUMP: SHINJI IKARI

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[aiizenn]

men who finger you under the table as you try to talk about your makeup routine to the camera — that was clearly live. little whimpers would fall from your throat as his pace increased, not giving you the chance to catch your breath. the filthy noises heard in the room besides the low music in the background. you attempt to push his hand away, yet he doesn't budge…his movements only make it harder to keep in your moans. the brush in your hand giving away how badly you were shaking.

“go on pretty girl, show ‘em how you get ready..” he whispers, his hot breath hitting your inner thigh. when you look up to the camera your face makes your followers worry. the buzzing from your phone is unstoppable; countless comments questioning if you were okay. “i’m okay everyone, just a small stomach ache” you answered. the noises decrease as you put the brush down and get the next beauty item. “so this is the concealer that aahh…” you’re cut off as you feel your boyfriend's tongue within your wet walls. his rough fingers spreading your lips, allowing for more than just the tip to taste your sweet nectar. beads of sweat start to drip from your face, the bright lights displaying it to the hundreds of people watching you.

your unoccupied hand reaches for his hair pulling him in more. the motion of his tongue was sinful, every thrust added more the coil in your stomach. moving your hips forward to get more friction, makes him chuckle. the vibrations adding unimaginable pleasure. “keep talking baby” he voices. the split second he removes his tongue, you pathetically whimper. “em sorry, as i was saying this is the concealer brand that i re-recommend.” you manage to say. “this is the technique tha-aghh” you feel three fingers in your dripping cunt, and his skillful tongue on your clit—flicking it. you drop the concealer and land both hands on his hair, small expletives turning into loud ones. wailing his name as your orgasm gets near, you look at the camera with pleading eyes then look up. his fingers reaching your spot, you’re about to cum until the camera and bright lights turn off and his fingers are removed. “only i get to see how you look when you cum, pretty girl.” he states as gets up. with his veiny hand wrapped around his veiny, thick cock.

༊ * · ˚ gojo, geto, gintoki, shinji, grimmjow, eren, &’ jean

[blueparadis]

Shinji + edging you all day, denying you of your release until you beg him to cum inside of you. Gets carried away he went into breeding mode.

I miss you my sweet blue Paradis 😘 chuu~~

HUNGER ; SHINJI HIRAKO !

+. CWs —» f!switch!reader(s!her pronouns), $mut, edging, unprotected $ex, b*33ding k!nk, pleasure!dom!shinji, p0rn with little plot, aftercare, light undertones of angst, mention of aizen souske; word count — 1k

+. NOTES —» my debut post or a rather first thirst post for BLEACH. If you side-eye me after reading, then it's okay. I deserve that;-; || you can browse my tag index here.

Hirako places his member over her lower belly, smearing the tip with her arousal, and then, weighs his cock again aligning with her vagina murmuring, “What’re ya whining about?” He pushes the tip a little into her saying, “Aren’t you satisfied with this? You still want more?”, he speaks as if he does not know what he has been doing all this time. He speaks as if he does not wish to fuck you in all positions that a man could as if he is and will be able to keep all of it at bay.

He notices a sharp intake of breath as he pushes his cock inside her, seeing her squirm and squeeze her eyes shut. It’s amusing, really that after eating her pussy for so long, fingering her until she begged him to stop, she is still able to hold it back, that is not to cum without his permission, to keep it at bay. It is not just fucking anymore. At this point, both are eager to see how far they can push each other.

The corner of her lips curves in delight when Shinji begins to rub his length. “What’re ya so happy about?” and she had to bite her inner lip not to burst into laughter, to not let him realize how fucking needy he looked right now: skin glistening with sweat, eyes glinting with impatience and lips puffy from all the sloppy kisses he shared with her while fingering her.

“Play with your boobs.”, Shinji instructs as he watches her struggle underneath him, grabbing the bed sheets in tight knuckles, body arching in pleasure with ragged moans and all of it just not to moan loudly; just not to let anyone know that instead doing paperwork Shinji is fucking you in the dead of night. Not just anyone, just to keep it from his roommate, Aizen Souske.

She is well aware that this is only of his tricks to delay the process to have her helpless and under his control a little longer before he finally snaps yet she obeys. Shinji smirks watching her play with her boobs, pinching the nipples, biting her lower lip, and being unable to lock eyes with him. What a pretty little thing! 

And, all he is doing is pushing his cock back and forth into her soaking pussy. It’s not even halfway in yet he relishes the feeling of complete control over her. And why would he not? When one of her hands occasionally keeps flying back to her pussy, to rub it rashly, paying no heed to his warning just to get a release. 

The way her modesty keeps peeling off, slowly, like a budding flower is really tempting to watch. What a beautiful thing to witness! It is turning him on. She tries to sit upright to get more than half of his cock but is instantly pushed back upon the futon, any incoming defenses shut down by Hirako’s desperate kiss. It’s overwhelming. It’s unexpecting of him.

But Y/N gives in to his advances since she finally earned what she so badly craved. Shinji’s hands move from her inner thighs to her hands, long calloused fingers wrapping around her wrists firmly. Shinji’s lips move along her neckline to her collar bones and he ceases when he feels her hips thrusting against his; swift and sly, he would say but he is not surprised. 

“Do— you feel —good?”, she asked out of nowhere in shaky breaths. Shinji’s eyes stilling in surprise yet his grips were still firm over her. “Had your fill … hirako?” and that is when he notices her sleepy exhaustive eyes. 

“Think so.”, he says softly with a teeth-flashing grin.

Shinji hovers above her, adjusting the stack of pillows underneath her waist so that he does not accidentally sprain her while fucking, clasping her inner thighs cautiously before he begins to thrust his hips against hers. He is close, too close and it must have been all the teasing he did before. He did not take into consideration that it might have an effect on himself.

“I’m —”, and she swallows hard, body twitching tremendously as he hits her g-spot.

“Close?”, he picks up the pace, “I know you’re.”,  ignoring the fact that the skin slapping against one another is getting louder, loud enough to wake Souske up.

Her hand desperately clutches onto his arms, nails digging as worry seeps into her heart. What if. . .what if Souske wakes up? Shinji’s grip grows stronger, tummy twitching, mouth open ajar panting and rushing. He has to pull out, pull out before he finishes in her.

Shinji’s hands approach his throbbing member as he tries to pull out.“What’re you—doing? Just —cum in —me.”, Y/N manages to mutter loud enough for Shinji to hear. But it takes a while for him to register it, her words that weigh more than she realizes. His arms curl around her waist as he jocks down, his chin grazing her cleavage as he says, “As you wish.” 

He thrusts his hips with strong strokes, pacing up, hitting the perfect spot with perfect force until he empties his balls in her, pace decelerating body sluggish and exhausted; head rested on her cleavage as their breathing regularises.

Shinji moves away from her body. Silence engulfs the room for five minutes or so. His long hair strands, all in disarray as he tilts his head towards Y/N to get a glimpse of her face but all he could get was the view of her back. He pulls the cover over her naked body, to cover her yet no response. He notices the small rise and fall of her waist. ‘she fell asleep.’ he ponders as he walks up to the washroom as if he was not the reason for her exhaustion.

When he comes back, his eyes jump from the stack of papers and then onto her who is peacefully sleeping, still half-clad. He smiles as he heard her feeble snores, almost like soft purrs.

He clusters his hair and tied it in a bun like Y/N does like he noticed her doing all those times when she paid a visit in the middle of night to help him with his work and that too with her barrette.

He grabs a few papers and sits beside her on a separate futon. Before he focuses his energy to work he grazes the back of his fingers on her back. She arches and pulls the blanket over herself under the influence. His eyes land on the papers; he sees it now; he chose wrong. He should have taken you as his lieutenant and not Souske.

— @shoyoist ; @nymphoheretic ; @rozentias

+ @tokyometronetwork

[frickingnerd]

when the moon reaches for the stars

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x gn!reader

summary: on a full moon, shinjiro thinks of you...

shinjiro's eyes were glued to the full moon. he knew you were out there with SEES, on yet another full moon mission. he knew all he would have to do was give you one call and he could join you all. he could be with you and all it would take was one call. slowly, he began dialing your number. but he couldn't do it. his fingers hovered over the screen, failing to press the last two digits. maybe he'd manage to do it next time. maybe he'd get to see you during the next full moon…

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Bleach Masterlist - Drabbles/One-Shots/Scenarios

Everything has been appropriately labeled, please do not read the ones marked MDNI if you are a minor

Drabbles:

Soft Breeze Prompt ft Ukitake (13+, fluffy) Bicycle Prompt ft Ichigo (E, fluffy) Nest Prompt ft Ukitake (13+, fluffy) Daisy Prompt ft Kensei (E, fluffy) Fireflies Prompt ft Ukitake (E, fluffy) Seeds Prompt ft Adult! Ichigo (E, fluffy) Kitchen Table Prompt ft Byakuya (18+) Sunlit Prompt ft. Urahara (13+, fluffy) Basket Prompt ft Hisagi (E, fluffy) Ladybug Prompt ft Ukitake (E, fluffy) Flower Crowns with Izuru (13+, suggestive)

One-Shots/Scenarios

These Lonely Nights (feat Jushiro, 18+, MDNI) Bleach Men and Shy Reader (Rated T, ask box, feat Hitsugaya, Shinji, Shunsui) Happy Lines (Rated E, feat Jushiro) Sakura Blossom Confessions (E, GinXByakuya) Crushed (M/16+, feat Aizen) Your Comfort First(Rated T, feat Jushiro) Lost In Translation (T/13+, feat Byakuya) Baby Fever (MDNI, feat Jushiro) Booked(feat Hisagi, rated E) Braided Hair (Rated E, featuring Jushiro)

[ancientevangelions]

Thinking about Shinji and Asuka returning to the apartment after Shinji's birthday night out with their friends

"I'm so tired... Karaoke for 2 hours straight after ramen and then we walked home. I'm going straight to bed." Asuka loudly announces.

Shinji nods, he's exhausted after being dragged around all day by his friends. Toji and Kensuke made the introverted boy sing and dance. He's thinking about his bed.

"Finally home!" Asuka unlocks the door, "We're home!" She announces to Penpen. There's a note on the table.

Shinji picks it up and reads the note. "Sorry Shin-chan I had to go to work! I trust you and Asuka will behave ❤️" - Misato

"Could she be any less subtle..." Asuka mutters. In a louder voice she says, "Close your eyes."

Shinji obeys, too tired to argue. And he feels Asuka's soft lips press against his, gentle and lingering. He stands still as a statue, until ahe moves away.

"Asuka..." He opens his eyes, Asuka casts her eyes to her feet and holds out her hand.

"Just this once, okay! Don't get used to it." She grabs his hand and leads him to her room. Asuka and Shinji climb into her bed... And immediately fall asleep, clinging to each other and enjoying the warmth of each other.

[karizard-ao3]

PROM AU SLAPS

How do you even come up with all this? 😭 Seriously it's so good! *Slamming my first on the table!*

Can I suggest that: all boys try their luck asking her to prom, but she rejects them. She wants to be prom queen and, despite being realistic enough to know Shinji's not the perfect candidate for king, she at least wants him to ask her? Tries to charm him (That pool scene comes to mind). Shinji seems very ambivalent because he wants to go but is afraid of connecting with people that way, you know? (The cinema scene comes to mind). Shinji thinks she's not really interested in him, she thinks he's not interested in her, teenage misunderstandings.

Oh! Should we have a touching moment old Misato teaching Shinji how to dance, or could this be some much needed opening with Asuka?

Oh, so maybe she can be complaining about how there's no one good enough to go with, and she's going to need to craft the perfect prom date, and that's when Hikari is like, "Hee hee hee what about Shinji? He's such a loser, I bet you can't." That doesn't actually seem like Hikari, so I think we'd want to soften that up, but it would be along those lines.

So perhaps are we thinking that instead of out and out inviting Shinji to prom, Asuka simply tells him she's going to get him looking good enough to get a date for prom, then realizes she wants him to take her, and goes about trying to win him over? He wants to ask her but is too shy? WHAT IF THEY ALMOST GO WITH OTHER PEOPLE?

Perhaps! Misato teaches them both to dance like you suggested! And then! She steps out for a minute and that is when Shinji asks Asuka to prom? Like, she's kind of let her guard down for a moment and that's when Shinji suddenly feels brave enough to swoop in!!!!

BEGIN SCENE!

"For someone who loves music, you have no rhythm!" Asuka snapped, grinding her teeth together as Shinji stepped on her foot yet again.

"Sorry!" he winced.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. He was always sorry, but he never changed. Asuka couldn't take it anymore. "Stop apologizing and stop stepping on my feet!" she ordered.

"Okay, sorry," said Shinji.

Asuka stared stonily over his shoulder. "You're so hopeless," she said. "I don't know why I agreed to make you over so you could get a prom date."

Shinji stopped dancing. "I didn't ask and you didn't really give me a choice!" he said. "You walked up, called me a charity case, and said you were going to cure me of my loseritis by getting me a date to prom."

Asuka's nostrils flared. "Well, you could have said no!"

Shinji shook his head, beginning to spin her around to the music again. Asuka bristled. Why was he so passive? Why wouldn't he look at her? She had taken extra care with her makeup this afternoon, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him when he came over for the dance lesson Misato had offered to give them, but all he had said was, "You look nice, Asuka!" in that mild, pleasant way he had. He didn't care. Not like she did.

He was looking down at their feet, frowning to himself and counting the beats under his breath. Misato had stepped out to take a phone call, and they were all alone. Just the two of them. A boy and girl, standing mere inches apart. He had one hand on her waist and the other folded around hers, dwarfing it. He had surprisingly big hands, callused on the left fingertips from his cello strings. She had become painfully aware of him in the past weeks, an ache made all the more excruciating by how oblivious he was to her.

Ask me to prom, she pleaded silently, closing her eyes as if sightlessness would amplify her wish. Please don't go with someone else.

When she opened her eyes, Shinji was watching her.

"Are you okay, Asuka?" he asked. "Does your head hurt?"

"Why would my head hurt?" she scoffed.

"I don't know," said Shinji, his gaze skittering away from her. "You looked... I don't know."

The brief conversation died and Asuka wanted to die, too. Why couldn't she be more like Hikari? Would he like her better if she were sweet and uncomplicated?

"Hey, Asuka?" said Shinji.

"Yeah?"

"So... Who am I supposed to go to prom with?" he asked, looking at her like a puppy with his head ducked down. "You're doing all this stuff to my hair and my clothes, but I don't really know what I'm supposed to do about it."

This was probably her best chance. She could tell him to ask her and he would do it. He always did what he was told.

"Just ask who you want, idiot," she sighed. But want me.

Shinji was quiet for a moment. "Can I go with you?" he asked.

Asuka snorted. "Doesn't that seem like taking the easy way out? Asking me instead of a girl you're interested in?"

Shinji reddened, his hand tightening around hers. "This isn't easy," he said. "And I am asking a girl I'm interested in."

Asuka froze.

"If you don't want to go with me, just say so," said Shinji, glaring down at the ground, adding in a softer voice, "I shouldn't have asked." He let go of her, stepping back. "Sorry."

Asuka grabbed his wrist. "Stop apologizing," she ordered.

Shinji shrugged. "Sor-"

"I'll go with you," said Asuka, breathlessly, before he could change his mind. "I'll be your date."

END SCENE

And then of course their poor communication, opposite personalities, and self-doubt will continue to wreak havoc on their prom journey, but for now things are good.

It was really different writing their characters when I'm so used to doing Eremika and other AOT characters, so this was a fun little exercise. Didn't proofread. Spent way too much time on it. I think it turned out okay, though.

[graphx]

random Evangelion meta on how Shinji’s relationships affect the narrative

wowie look at me overthinking things again at midnight. Now i know what your all thinking: Evangelion is a clusterfuck we can’t ever hope to understand

valid. Anyway

yes it’s obvious the entire show focuses on Shinji’s mental state and by the climax every other cool thing kinda gets shoved to the side (at least in the original series and end of Evangelion movie). It’s a very disconnected love letter to shitty mental states and they added cool robots, useless love triangles and amazing worldbuilding to distract from that.

im going to be analyzing the moment where shinji laments that no one understands him and the other versions of the people he has deep connections respond with this(srry I don’t have pics):

Asuka:Nobody can ever understand you

Misato: the only one who can understand yourself is you

Rei: so you must take care of yourself

Each of these responses plays back into the core parts of their characters. Rei (is responding almost motherly since she is a clone of his mom without a soul separate from the EVA?)

After shinji expresses that he can’t love what he can’t under(himself) they then go on to say:

Misato: this is the present you

This live represents her striving to live in the present rather than past when her father that she hated saved her(which has determined all her actions so far in the series)

Asuka:People around the present you

The people around asuka is how she determines value in herself (she pushes them away and seeks validation from them at the same time)

Rei: Environment of present you

(Rei was created because the environment had need of her, need of a tool for the evas, an extension of naturally occuring creatures(that could change the world more than humans?)

Then they go on to stress the importance that Everything changes

Shinji is all of these characters and his interactions with them reflects what he represents

shinji is change itself throughout the series

Asuka is how he automatically assumes other people view him(worthless, mean to him)

He changed rei, helping her accept her emotions by getting her to smile, and she went against gendo and changed the world

He changed misato by being brave, and someone that she needed to change herself for(her care for shinji changed her hate against the angels above all else)

alll right that’s it srry for making u read all that. The hyperfixation took hold of me for minute there huh

[moonboohoo]

[hirako5hinji]

random non-contextual drabble of a conversation between aizen and shinji post!TYBW:

          Once again, that Aizen is being so forthcoming is…difficult to fathom. The tendency to overthink when it comes to this man is strong, as always. Layers upon layers of silken deception and subterfuge over the centuries has rendered Shinji unable to simply, blindly, trust in his senses anymore when it involves all that comes from Aizen. Every word, every gesture, every unspoken nuance. The urge to reexamine and carefully pore over it all, turn them around and around in his mind, mulling them over like maybe they will reveal hidden secrets if he looks hard enough. But that is also dangerous. Sometimes, the truth is as is. It is really not that deep. There are no buried depths to unearth.

               “ Yes, barely. The Quincy sure kicked our asses good. ” Shinji does not deny, because Aizen is right. Woefully unprepared and taken off guard, struck repeatedly again and again in quick succession by a shattering series of turbulences that had shaken the Gotei to its core in recent times, the biggest of which was the audacious coup d’état perpetrated by none other than this man before him. Yet he still has the gall to sit there and talk about how he was the one who saved the day (true and undeniable, for without that strength surely they would have been destroyed), but Shinji cannot help but think that a lot of those lives lost as collateral damage could also have been preserved, if this man who claimed to only want to help had done so in a way that hadn’t weakened the Gotei to the point where it was finally advantageous for the Wandenreich to attack in the first place. The resentment is real. The simmering anger, impossible to ­mask. “ Are ya seekin’ praise or credit for yer meritorious deeds? Isn’t this- ” he gestures vaguely to the quasi-pleasant surroundings of the man’s paroled residence; it is at least head and shoulders, hell, an entire torso above the black pit of despair that is Muken. “ - already a nod of recognition towards yer merciful intervention, even when ya provided it with such great reluctance? ”

          The thread of sarcasm that leaks from his tone annoys him, because the control of emotion is something he very much desires to keep a tight rein on whenever Aizen is concerned…but that is slowly unraveling too, in frustration. A weapon of war, Aizen had bitterly labeled himself, but aren’t they all? This is the type of world they exists in; fight to live or perish by the wayside, and Kyouraku had dragged Aizen out kicking and screaming to perform his duty. He pauses, takes a deep breath and holds it, counting the seconds for as long as he can until the disquiet is silently strangled out of existence, his lungs starting to burn. Then, he exhales…and breathes.

               “ …Yer right. Yer strength saved us all. I’m grateful ya fought on our side. ” And he is. He really is. There was true hopelessness and despair, the day the Wandenreich invaded. He can still taste it now, the raw acridness of smoke and fire and destruction, the sharp tang of blood and terror and wailing grief in the air. They were so close to losing it all, until Aizen’s power surged and he pulled off that spectacular act of sacrifice completely out of the left field, buying precious time for Ichigo to finish Yhwach. Even now, Shinji wonders at the other’s motive, wonders why the other chose to do what he did, even if he knows that he will likely never get a straight answer. His eyes continue to seek Aizen’s firmly, trying to read beyond what the other allows him to see. His voice…softens. “ Why couldn’t ya have chosen to do that from the start? Ya already knew that ya couldn’t convince Yamamoto, of course ya wouldn’t be foolhardy enough to seek that direct path. There are other routes; did ya even try? How could it be that yer immediate conclusion was to plan a bloody coup? What the hell were ya even thinking? ”

          Kyouraku, Ukitake. Even Unohana. The previous Soutaichou was notoriously rigid and unyielding, but even a leader would not be able to lead if his followers refused to follow. And Aizen have proven himself charismatic and strong. Inspiring, even. He had been told that the younger Shinigami had idolized him, during his tenure as Shinji’s successor and predecessor. Yet oddly enough, he steered clear of the older Captains and kept his activities low profile. “ I mean it when I say that ya’ve got no faith in yerself. I ain’t referrin’a strength and intelligence, because in those yer excessively proficient and we all know it. I’m talkin’ ‘bout yer inability to establish genuine connections with others, in a way that exposes yer vulnerability. ” All his followers were younger…and depended on him to a certain extent. Even Gin and Kaname. Even his ranks of arrancars and espadas, who were all beholden to him in a way that placed them in a lower position below him, however powerful they were independently. “ Rather than not botherin’a establish trust because ya’ve got no need for it, isn’t it more because ya’ve got no faith in yer own ability ‘ta earn trust, in a way that does not involve using yer power as a crutch or a bargaining tool? ”

          He wants to hunch up like some tortoise, defensive and protective, as if Aizen will take something of value otherwise. Tensed…but also knowing all too well that the other man is not wrong with his pointed remarks. But neither is Seireitei, at least not in the ruling that had resulted in a one-hundred-year long exile for them who have been maligned and tarred, their reputations dragged through the mud and blackened…for a sin not of their choosing. Once upon a time, he was angry. Once upon a time, he raged, and he roiled with seething hatred. He was through with it all. In denial. In bargaining. In grief. And then, finally, acceptance. The past was the past. The years have tempered his fury and smothered the helpless impotence of being abandoned by the very organization they are meant to die for, that will also leave them to die unyieldingly. But this and that, are two different things.

          Shinji glares exasperatedly at Aizen. “ Funny ya brought that up, seein’ as YOU were the whole main cause of our miseries. Ya wanna be thanked again, is that it? ” If Shinji is still disappointed in Seireitei and the Gotei, it is not because they had once been deemed dangerous and had to be exiled for their conditions. Because that was the truth. Back then, they had been out of control, completely out of their minds and irrational, driven by howling instinct and violence. Dangerous and corrupted beings entirely unknown as a new, forbidden hybrid of powerful entities. They were a high-risk peril not just to themselves, but to everyone around them. Those were all true. Until they had been stabilized, until they learned that it was possible to control the feral, corrupted entities that lurked in their souls…there was no telling if they would go berserk and destroy everything in their way until they had to be put down like rabid animals. Coming from the Gotei’s purview, Shinji understands that trepidatious reservation.

               “ I don’t disagree that Seireitei is too entrenched in tradition and unyieldin' laws…and I don’t disagree that a fresh start might be ideal…but so what? ” he scoffs, gaze still hard, voice still low. “ How will yer leadership be any better? You, who turned us against our will, you, who made use of anyone and everyone like expendable pawns just for yer own agenda. You, who could not even spare yer own allies and the innocent. A hundred years passed, and in all that time ya managed to do more harm than good to the people whom you were s'posed to look out for. Is this yer definition of a better system? Seireitei as she is now is full of monsters, true. ” 

          Because even Shinji, himself, has to become one whenever it is necessary. 

               “ But do not think, not for even a second, that yer not also one of them. ”

[violetlou2020]

#2 - Monster

writen for @toku100challenge

Word Count: 489

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Akiyama Ren & Kido Shinji

Characters:  Akiyama Ren, Kido Shinji

Additional Tags: AU, Fantasy AU, Adventurer!Akiyama Ren, Dragon!Kido Shinji, Humor

Summary: Ren set out to slay a monster, what he finds isn’t one.

A few houses had been burned down, flocks of sheep's stolen and all fingers point to the monster that resides on top of the mountain near Kagami Village. The villagers have been clamoring for something to be done and so the mayor had posted a request in the guild hall for someone to slay the monster.

Many have tried and none of the men that had went up the mountain ever came back. Ren, seeing this as a challenge took on the quest despite his friend, Yui’s protest.

The climb was mildly difficult but he made it to the top without any real trouble. The mouth of the cave was dark, Ren approach it with caution his sword drawn but before he could step into it glowing yellow eyes peered from the dark. Ren tensed, bringing up his sword higher.

The creature rumbled and Ren backed away, slowly its snout came out followed by the rest of its body. It was huge, it’s red scale glinting in the sun.

“This Is the day I slay you, monster.” Ren said as he tightened his hold in his sword.

The creature’s snout shot up, “Monster? Where?” and Ren faltered.

“What?”

“You said monster where? Come behind me and I’ll protect you.” the dragon said stretching its wing over Ren who ducked away from it.

“You’ll pro- what?  You’re the monster!” slitted eyes blinked at him.

“Me? I’m not a monster.”

“You’re a dragon, of course you’re a monster.”

“But… I haven't done anything?” the dragon tilted its head.

“You’ve burned the village, stolen its sheep and killed the men sent after you!”

The dragon reared his head back offended, “I haven't done those sorts!” a bleep from behind, “well not all!”

“The sheep's just followed me when I passed by in my human form and I didn’t realized till I was halfway home.I didn’t know how to return them without scaring the villagers.” and as if confirming them a dozen of sheep came out of the cave to surround them, one even butted its head against Ren.

“See? And I only burned one shed as far as I can remember at the outskirt of the village when I let out a sneeze.” the dragon admitted sheepishly.

Ren stared at the monster who stared back with earnest glowing eyes and Ren thought it was getting ridiculous when he felt that it was telling the truth.

“and the men?”

“Didn't touch them!I swear I just scared them off.”

“What the heck.” Ren sat on the ground, “what are you? A monster that’s not a monster?”

“Shinji.”

“What?”

“My name is Shinji.”

“Well, Shinji I’m Ren. How do I even explain this to the mayor?”

“You can take the sheep's back?” Shinji offered, Ren just shot the Dragon a blank look.

“I also have goats, you can have them as well. They’ve been trying to eat my tail. I don’t want them.”

“I’m leaving.”

[trehontin]

birthdays were a bit of a strange beast- after enough time, dates, years, they all blended together and made the day more like any other, really. however, even with this thought, there were those she wished to celebrate all the same, in her own way- nothing grand or showy, (it wasn't her style as it were,) but something simply to say "i care about you". she approaches sōsuke, using one hand to mime covering her eyes before holding it out in front of her, trying to signal him to do the same. her other hand, hidden firmly behind her back, waits until he's sufficiently ready enough.

gently, she brings her other hand out, placing a small, almost electric-green mushroom in his open palm; the fungus is almost spectral in nature, a gentle thrum emanating from it. lips part as she smiles, clapping softly to let sōsuke know he could open his eyes again. "happy birthday, sōsuke- it's a reishi shinkin. it took me a long time to figure out how to properly cultivate them, but my kinshitai can create them now. it's a small fungus that grows by absorbing reishi; if you keep it with you, it can help you recover reiatsu by sharing the reishi its absorbed-" words grow rough as her throat begins to strain, explaining the last of it with sign. "it's a very small microcosm of kinshitai's bankai state, actually- i thought you might find it useful."

There were so very few who knew. Who he would allow to know. Who he would permit to have a deeper understanding of his whims when it came to things that should be normal; that should be - like now - celebrated in bright colours and exuberant tones, all drowned out towards nothing when only the lieutenant wouldn't will it. So rare it still was, deliberately seeking to wind himself out of people's congratulatory voices that mean little to nothing at all [ weren't they all just lying? ], till he had managed to loosen himself from his newest division's machinations, all meant and believed to be of desirable behaviour and a thanked favour. While it was not. 

A sigh was all he would exhale, when so far off and away from the discordant noise. It mattered little when he had excused himself from his Captain's side, received the raise of an eyebrow while doing so, but had ultimately been allowed to leave and find a place to rest. Being overwhelmed by the attention; had been Sousuke's reason for soon enough absence to shroud his presence, no matter how many voices would follow him and saddened gazes were pleading for him to stay, no - he just was 'tired' [ was that an excuse worthwhile? ]. 

" H'oh? " But she had found him easy enough. 

Had approached him with steps so quiet and light, that they would have been imperceptible, for everybody but him. Gestures known, learned, accepted, due to that the miming was enough to have him stop in his tracks and watch curiously, near juvenile in his behaviour to drown out what else would coat his whole person, grown too soon, that the striking difference in feelings alone could burn it all off and destroy it. Not now, when he would play her little game and follow the gestures mimicking them perfectly like a mirror image. Feeling a structure placed in his hand and opted out to listen, to experience, to analyse as per his nature, to not just cut it short in seconds. 

Being around Sasameki had given him small behavioural streaks that many might not even realise. One of them was to forsake one sense in favour of others, leaving his hands in place - one over his eyes, the other outstretched - for that littlest bit longer than probably need be [ and knowing her? would she not reach for him when it was that little spell played too long? would he not miss her getting up on her toes to even do so? ] before beholding a creation like only his companion was able to manifest.      

And how suddenly strained, near sombre his gaze had grown. Ah, he would need to be so careful to not destroy it--- " Beautiful. " Still was the first word he encountered in his mind spontaneously to figure out what it was he truly felt. There had been not a single 'gift' today given to him that had mattered, with little else meaning to say that the 5th had not tried its hardest to make this whole endeavour pleasant, pleasing for him. They had, it still was beyond what they could do. " I didn't think something like this was possible. " Says it in the short breath it took for the colour to shine ever brighter in his palm, for small roots to stretch, to unfold, to create themselves like out of nowhere if only for that small moment of faltered control in the awe he had been in. Not because of the item itself, no, because of how well she knew him. 

Thus Sousuke would let her see. 

That marvellous little moment of this tiny cosmos leeching off of him like he was the very fountain that would help it reach higher and higher, grow stronger and stronger, just for seconds, merely pulses it took for him until finding it enough and stopping the creation from overbearing itself. It was meant to grow slowly, no?

" Thank you. " As if nothing had just happened, when he could feel hands wrap around his wrist in stunned realisation that there was something else, but nought but that simple regard towards such a precious little treasure would follow. No, he just was like that [ was he not? ]. " I will probably see if I can nourish it myself, that would be interesting, no? " He leaves her hands, leaves her eyes, leaves her to grasp for him like this - never knowing when those things held dear, will be gone. " I asked my Captain for leave from the division, would you like to join me for tea? " As it could turn around and nearly burst like the glowing embers securely held in his palm. 

[blueparadis]

❝ SAVE YOUR BREATH ❞ + SHINJI HIRAKO ❪ playing ⌗7, ⌗8 & ⌗9 ❫─── via radio line ❛ anatomy of emotions ❜〳 from this is what ____ feels like !

[ content and themes ]::f!reader x fwb!shinji hirako, angst, ex! boyfriend aizen souske, fluff; 1k word count. // [ tag index ]

There has always been an awful connection between the monsoons and the morbids in Seireitei. It is the cold. It is the cold that stays after the downpour. It is the cold that makes one feel alone, helpless till sadness strikes your heart. Shinji is aware of this.

However, he can not understand why he feels lonely and helpless on such a bright sunny day. Perhaps in the world of fragile mortals, things work in a different manner. Being a Shinigami for centuries and floating amid the mundanity is an unending road of misery and darkness for him. Shinji does not remember, his memories of this world, but the trail of mishaps from Seireitei to Hueco Mundo he followed led back to the girl he dotes on.

You are sitting opposite to him in a peach-colored floral dress with different-sized roses embroidered on it. It is a delightful colour but you do not look happy. The cafe is crowded and your boyfriend, Hirako attracts every pair of eye that passes by him. His waist-length blonde fall of hair is tied by a strawberry rubber band you left at his place last time. He is wearing a simple full sleeves top with grey jeans.

Shinji speaks stretching one of his arms to keep the cup on the plate, “Do you remember when we first met? ” sustaining his inclined sitting posture. He does not sound sad, or angry. It is hard to pinpoint how exactly he is feeling. Maybe because he is too focused on yours, he worries that you might disintegrate into someone else.

You smile barely as your gaze remains intact, on your thighs. Sucking in a small breath you look up to your boyfriend nodding. “Yes.I do.” You take a sip of tea. “To be honest, of all the people I have met in this life probably yours is the oddest and hence, the most memorable.” Your voice trembles a little at the end.

Shinji asses the way you speak. He is calm, almost too calm. He thinks back on the question he just asked you. He can not say the same about you but that does not mean he has forgotten it, does not mean he holds no regard for all those memories he created with you. If he were to be honest he would say that he has too many options to choose from. He is unable to pick the best. Does he even need to? Can't he keep all of them safe in one place?

Every memory that he has shared with you, spent with you — all those lazy morning brunches that ended with sleeping during the warm afternoon being wrapped with each other under the futon, all those sleepless nights that he spent with you watching the stars, then watching you, kissing your moles and counting them like the stars. He would get bored if he counted the stars in the sky but never when it comes to counting the moles on your body. You kept him on his toes, invested with your cute little reactions to his habits and actions. Sometimes he would watch you cook and listen to how your day went and some other times he would wrap your legs around his waist with his cock shoved inside you, eliciting moans from you, drawing constellations on your skin with his lips and teeth so that when he leaves you think of him and only him.

Shinji has not spoken for almost two minutes. He is falling, drowning in a pool of memories he was never supposed to. He is as silent as a pond. You are like a pebble to him. You have created ripples in his soul that went beyond his imagination. And now those ripples are turning into waves; a pond now slowly distorts into a river. You were just a mission to him, but here he is sitting at a cafe with you, so desperate to find a reason for himself not to go away or to leave you alone. He does not even know if he is getting attached or dependent on you or if is it the other way around. Those tears in your eyes are what confused him.

And that is the very reason why it is so hard to forget, to heal the hurt in you. Shinji has no complaints. He could take away your memories and act like nothing ever happened between you two but would he really be okay with you having to forget him? Probably he saw it coming or a tiny part of him always knew that his relationship with you will not thrive forever. Ever since you saw Souske last week at work you knew you had to end this arrangement with Shinji. This odd arrangement of 'playing boyfriend' to plug the cleft that Souske left behind.

Aizen being back in town changed everything. Shinji realized that he can not keep playing boyfriend for you. He forgot he was here to protect the vessel holding one of the seven keys to open Pandora's box. You might be lying to him by saying the reason for your break up is just you need space and a short break but Shinji knows he deserves it. At least he thinks he does because he had been lying to you all the time about so many things, about the fact that he knows Souske or about the part where he is interested in you just because Souske choose you to be one of his vessels. Shinji exhales deeply. His slouched posture finally breaks as he leans forward, tucking some stray strands behind his ear he admits, “There’s nothing you could have done. I understand. It's okay.”

It is anything but not okay. How could it be? How could he be so serene and inert? You look around the cafe, seeing different types of people — teenagers, elders, couples- and realize how everyone is living entirely different lives from one another, having their own waves. Sonder, they call it, is the realization that everyone has a story.

You press your teeth lines against each other, your vision blurs for a second and your breathing hitches. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this.” You mumble. “why does it feel like this is goodbye?”

Shinji tucks a few hair strands behind your earlobes. His lips parted. “because it is one.”

“Here is your order ma'am.” The waiter remarks keeping a pastry in front of you shooting you a quick smile. You look at the waiter for a few seconds and then shift it in front of you. There is no one sitting opposite to you now. You check your phone. There are still five minutes left for the blind date to arrive, the best way to not be tense about it is to eat and what could be better than trying different flavors of pastries?

@underratedcharactercorner @angelshub

[za-baransu]

@maskierd ♡

          It was a plight for many to have to engage in missions. Drawling the mind further and further into the unimaginable and while taking the Quincy along certainly was a surefire and quick way to dispose of it all, today was one of the rare occasions where division members had been brought out to see the swift fulfilment of objective. But, had he not already realised while looking at these new faces [ new recruits, weren't they? ] that something had been off?

     Little things. Little hints. Nothing he really would talk about, not a leader of any division, merely an accommodated bystander and powerful asset to help out where need be as per the agreement with Central 46 and the Captain Commander. Nothing more. Nothing less.

    Perhaps he should have mentioned something.

    The assignment today had been rather easy, ordered as he had been to stand back and merely observe, for their Captain wanted to put on a show without many stops to pull. Still, there was that one single glimmer, a spark that would ignite a fire of unexpected intensity and size, merely brought forth by a simple display the former Grandmaster had thought to be known to the newest additions to Shinji's division, but it was not? Or the sheer exuberance, the show and properly displayed powers laced into bone white mask had been enough to startle out the thoughts of century-old prejudice. Whatever it was [ in a sense? could he have stopped it? ], it was already too late to make them stop the next set of scathing words.

                            ❝ You’re not a human. You’re a monster. A plague. ❞

    It was a single one of them that had spoken out. A skittish young thing, formerly not paid attention to, that had stood in the background and seemed more deliriously absent-minded than really willing to follow the work of teachings and tutorings, yet?

    It had been whispers hissed out, once more repeated when called to action by those close by [ ' what did you just say---? ' - ' you can't just say that?! ' ], louder and louder to finally reach the Captain's attention of narrowed eyes and questioning gaze, who was about to say something, and yet---

    " You are not a human! You're a monster! A plague! "      --- how derogatory. How demeaning and nothing short of behaviour that should be snuffed out the moment it would only arise, still Shinji had always been different. Laughing about obvious disrespect, the feelings of prominent hurt, hidden still behind the mask now dissipating into nothing but thin air before he would wave the child off in near-too gentle demeanour. Why would he even? [ why could Jugram not understand? ] That permission of favoured hate being granted was nought else but an easy way out of insubordination and as the Quincy had been only here to observe and make sure everything was going as planned, he would only close his eyes for a moment. A sigh. A hand raised to the face, rubbing the bridge of his nose. What a farce. A fiasco one could say in a tragedy spun out by old opinionated bias that means little to nothing anymore [ or should they not? ].

        " Hey now~ We can talk about this later--- "

                " No! Everybody is hiding it, but it is true, you guys are nothing but monsters! "

        " Aye, I get ya, if you don't want to stay in my division, it's fine. "

                " You're making it so easy for yourself?!--- hu. "

    The difference in approach was jarring. In the Wandenreich, this would not happen, immediately drowned out, immediately shunned [ at times even discarded? ] would this behaviour be, to make sure that all and everybody was their most 'content'. Working like in a machine, their very essences brought towards sheer reverence for a Holy Leader who had done everything possible to have his Soldat be the most satisfied - what a tremendous and elaborate lie had it all not been. But thoughts like this would be drowned out bit by bit once voices of multiple sources would arise. It is a pure cacophony of raised fears and terrors, burning in the fire lightened within those simple words of unbridled hatred.

    Something, he would need to bring up later [ but why? ] not only with the Captain now still attempting damage control with laughs and smiles, but also with the Captain Commander, unknowing of the fact that this was a condition his own people would work with. Needed to work with, no matter if this was a singular case - or a regularity - something inside of him ached at the very thought and before as much, as any situation could be diffused [ heated, heated, was it not getting worse by the second? ] despite stoic demeanour and mere presence, Jugram finally spoke.    " Seid endlich ruhig. "    In a language they didn't know. So much he was aware, but in a sound of the voice that was as close to tearing at the seams of a primal fear as he wanted it to be.

    An effect that lasted for a moment, till the same sputtering voice unleashing attack after attack, would be directed towards him, yet unable to bring forth any regard if not for the Quincy to cut it off without any pause.     " I told you to shut up. "    Harsh, forthright, the same tone of voice that lingered in an even sharper sound and tone, not carried over with the means to not placate and calm, but to make them know that behaviour of this gravity was unacceptable, undeniably overstepping boundaries they should know are there. And how surprising should his reaction not be? The very fact that his presence has a shellshock effect on those who had just gotten caught in the heat of the moment, trembling, fluttering, steps taken back and away more and more from imposing figure alone that had decided to join the fray---

    --- " Hey Jugram, it's--- "      --- alright?

    " Es ist nicht okay und du bist dir dessen genauso bewusst wie ich. "    The switch between languages. The very back and forth in subtle tones of anger despite his innocuous politeness, there was a hissing undertone that made even the Vizord stop in his tracks, something - something just - they would need to talk about later [ he knows that, doesn't he? but why does he not care? ], in the puzzlement and ancient feeling of dread settling into those around, it had yet no place. Yet would make the other man fall silent. To merely allow what else could unleash in a certainly needed [ was it? truly? ] bout of---    " You all think yourself so high and above in your life that has never really known hardships, do you? "    And when it finally broke: that question of unbridled, holied chastise, shatered above them with a humming shadow of power that was unbeknownst even to those that would be closest to him.

    A snap. A mere inkling. An underlining quality of nothing more but a wave that would blanket them with nought else but the sheer ire contained and controlled still, but enough to draw a deep breath from their lungs. [ calm down? calm down? he would not?! ].    " What do you really know? "   He continues with a question of rhetoric nature. Shut down any attempts before they could even register. More and more had they just made to bring distance between him and their apprehension, yet would stand and wait, unable to skit any further [ they knew, didn't they? ] as to not draw a reaction and action towards the obvious insult that it would provide.

    And the one that had formerly attempted to raise word? To be so much more powerful? So much more holy in their hubris?

    Trembling, shivering. It was the combination of it all, the sinking feeling that this man that had taken up the role of sudden protection for another they should call their Captain with delight, was far more jarring than expected. But, was it not like that? When only they had arrived some odd hour ago for their mission and had felt the surrounding, this person accompanying them seemed so devoid of it all? Why, why all of a sudden, was the very sensation of unbridled anger enough to tear out the finest and innermost workings of personal nightmares? A topic for another time, it mattered not right now [ it would get no answer either? ], for Jugram wasn't done. Would surely soon not be done. More and more just, laying it on with the tremendous calm of a single mind-breaking inquiry.     " Do you truly think you could walk so freely, speak so freely, have the arrogance to question your own Captain, if not this very Captain had given all possible for you to do so? "

    Silence. A truth. A poignant explanation, where no explanations had been given before. He would need to talk about this with the right people and would need to explain that this is not a state and condition, for the Quincy to lay on what nobody had bothered to tell these children. It would be a lie to say that he was not at a moment's notice caught to release and unleash even more. And they all knew that. Like a breath caught in lungs for too long that it would sting to be exhalted, waiting, waiting, playing a game of cat and mouse. They were scared and afraid.

    Not only of his power. Not only of the clear indignation this usually calm person would now hold before them. Not only because of their Captain they knew had been left to pick up the pieces later of this broken and shattered masterpiece of clarity, no, but it was also the fear of missing knowledge.

    And yet?     " Jugram, stop it. --- Bitte. "

    And like a sudden storm, sparked with thunder, with raging rain, it would all be gone with that single word. Had been enough of a pacification of his own emotions for the Sternritter to take a step back and allow himself to fall into a position of a strange comfortable lax. Unknowing that he had been poised and alert for what could only be amounted to a handful of heartbeats and not more. It is enough of a soft plea to allow for a glance to wander over the other man's face, momentarily blending the souls that had lost their will to argue, that had been lost in a state of personal despair, completely into the background.

    What else was there? What else could be said? The deliberate ignorance towards plight and ruin, in a sense, he couldn't even blame the Captain Commander [ was he not perfectly aware of his struggles? ], and yet? It was not futile - even though screaming voices now laced in the back of his mind would call it that, would chide and ridicule, brushed off with the mere raise of his hand swatting away invisible ghosts to scatter what all there may remain. It's a fine 't'ch' sound that would leave his lips. A barely perceptible agreement to cease the commotion where none should have begun.

    " Alright, let's go... "    To pick up the pieces. To glue back together this broken masterpiece of someone's muddled clarity. It is enough to do for later on.    " Ah... Hirako-taichou... "    For later on, for later on, stilled as he was, Jugram decided to quieten it down for a moment just. Would not retaliate anymore where he feels and thinks that any brought forth words of those children were nought but laced with insincerity, with the means to explain and placate whatever anger there was with the lies of apologies not meant for anything else. But, in that sense, he wasn't able to [ no, he didn't want to? ] voice this thought.     " Not now, not now~ we are already late on getting back. "    With another voice having broken it off.

    Being too aware. Being too perceptive. Being too close. It elicits nothing but a sigh.

    Quietened down delirious state of mind. Nothing more, nothing less than this, had queries brought forth not at least offered the well-needed dissolving of mental redundancy? The thought alone that they had been eager enough to bring forth such vitriol---     " Come on. It's fine. "    --- with how it had seemed to all of them.    

    " Danke. "    But that was probably all that was needed to be.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Can we get a nsfw naughty wet dream for Shinji about Shin?

((Hmm, Hello. You wish for a wet dream with these two? I think I can try to write something. Just a moment.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Shinji was taking a light nap in the living room with a blanket on him. He was just done working on something and decided to take a nap. At first, he was sleeping peacefully till the dreams changed. His face was flushed now and shook from what he was seeing.

~~~~~~~~

"S..shin w..wait a moment hhaaa please wait a nmmmm!!" Shinji was shaking while tied up by his husband. He was bouncing on his lap quickening his movements before stopping. He can hear soft moans slipping by Shin's lips. He seriously felt good and it was so hot and tight.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Are you growing close again? We just started playing. Just hold it a bit longer for me alright?" he chuckled still bucking his hips up and down, pushing Shinji's cock deeper into him that he yelps with his tails swishing behind him. His body was coated in some sweat, his pink hair loose

"B..but I'm sooo close..please I c..can't take much m..more...p.please..." He was begging for him to let it go but Shin shook his head to look at him. He leans in close to rest his back against Shinji's chest.

"Not yet. You'll be a good boy mmmm and let me savor this..when It's time you can..but not y..yet.." He keeps bouncing on his lap moaning out softly that Shinji panted drooling from the teasing and movement. Suddenly, Shinji blushes crying out feeling his body aching to cum but Shin wouldn't let him.

"Ahhhh please..please let me cum let me cum!!" he moans but Shin smiled to bounce on his lap more.

"You really can't hold it hmm? Alright, I'll let you.." He begins quickening his hips hearing him moaning louder as he bucks his hips up.

"Ahhhh Yes please! Please let me cum! Let me cum!!" He felt so close, ready to burst. But before he could-

~~~~~~~~~

Shinji snaps awake with a yelp, looking left and right with his face burning. He panted softly feeling hot but closes his eyes to look down. "W..what a d..dream I..it felt too real." As he shifts a bit, he felt something off to look down. Their was a wet spot that made him blush red. He came in his sleep. Being quiet, he goes to quickly clean up before being noticed.

[ancientevangelions]

You know how Hikari cooks too, right? Asuka comes back home from having girl time with some pastries Hikair had made. Shinji sees them and he's like "wait hold on a minute, someone else is cooking for you?". And then the next day he's making a bunch of pastries for breakfast

Shinji expresses his fear to Toji. "Asuka keeps coming home with bundles of sweets and I have no idea who is making them for her. Toji I think she's seeing someone."

"Good, maybe she'll leave us alone." Toji replies, while popping a cookie in his mouth. Shinji notices this cookie looks just like the one Asuka had this morning.

"Toji... You don't bake right?" Shinji asks.

"Hikari has been spoiling him with sweets and bento lately." Kensuke smirks, "She's been working non-stop to make Toji all his favourites, must be nice to have a girl like that."

Toji's face turns red. "Shut up Kensuke!"

Shinji breathes a sigh of relief. It's Hikari making food with Asuka, he's safe for now.