Hirako Shinji - Blog Posts
The one on the bottom got me good.
bleach doodles i haven't posted here
captain. lieutenant. you cut your hair because of me.
quick thing of my goat rggrggr i love him 🔥
IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND HE'S ALL I DRAW GOD I HAVE BECOME SO CRINGE!! Anyway, Kittji~! (my brain is rotting-) ALSO THE LAST DRAWING IS ONE I MADE IN THE MDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH MY MOUSE ON PAINT THIS DRAWING HAUNTS ME-
bleach au where the human teens are millennials
ulquiorra: if this eye cannot see a thing, then it does not exist orihime: my dude just for got about gravity smh
aizen: i am perfectly capable of reaching your heart at any moment ichigo: pics or it didn’t happen
mayuri: killing you now will be as easy as strangling a baby ishida: op strangles babies but go off i guess
ichigo: i will yeet you into the fucking sun hollow ichigo: i’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me! zangetsu, sobbing: what the fuck is going on
yoruichi, urahara, gin, and shinji are the only ones who understand what the fuck any of them are saying
@tomitsulikeslemons HELPPPPP GET ME SOME WATER
shinji
shinji hirako. mixed feelings about this one tbh
carrd | twt | bsky | ig
Happy belated birthday Shinji!
Had this idea running for a while, and decided to share it for his birthday! I’ve been obsessed with Severance and it gave me an idea. You don’t have to have watched Severance for this one-shot. Also Kubo acknowledged the inconsistent timeline with jazz and TBTP arc lmao, so I’m not gonna fix it either.
Summary: Shinji learns, in real time, how much music brings people together, time and time again.
CW: Angst, mild horror, time skipping, but it has a happy ending. SFW!
Word count: 4570
For what it was worth, Shinji dreaded most of the bureaucratic duties he was tasked with since becoming captain. He didn’t quite see himself as a leader, but oddly enough, it felt natural to command the Fifth Division. There were times where he wondered if he was doing what was right, what was necessary for his squad, but those doubts left as fast as they came. He never liked to entertain any unnecessary thoughts.
But it didn’t help that Sakanade was gleeful about Lieutenant Aizen. It left Shinji uneasy around his subordinate. An immediate repulsion that someone his zanpakuto resonated with made Shinji wary.
But there were perks to being a captain, he couldn’t deny that. One such perk was visiting the World of the Living more freely. Soul Society is, understandably, too militaristic for his liking. The breath of fresh air amongst living mortals was a one Shinji readily accepted.
He envied their exploration in the arts. It was something him and Captain Otoribashi bonded over. Living mortals were incredibly creative in their short lifespans, music, visual arts, storytelling, all of it left Shinji wanting more.
It had been a few years since Shinji’s last visit. One he was looking forward to. He wondered what new things humans discovered and shared amongst themselves.
Shinji’s gigai was as stiff as ever, as he trudged down the bustling streets. He cranked his neck from time to time, scoffing at the rigidness of the artificial body, “they need to get better at makin’ these” he grumbled.
But his sour mood wouldn’t stay for long. Springtime was in full bloom in the World of the Living, as trees were dotted with buds and blossoms, signs of warmer weather to come. He took his time exploring the city. There were new art trends, galleries to visit and clothing stores to shop at. And his new Captain income was certainly another perk in coming here.
Yet he didn’t buy much at this visit, not many things caught his eye, but as he walked towards the area of where his Senkaimon gate was, he heard music playing in an innocuous-looking store.
“Sure, why the hell not.” Shinji mumbled.
He stepped into the group of people as he tried to make his way through the front of whatever they were circled around. The music grew louder and louder the closer he approached.
In the centre of the throngs of people, stood some kind of device, it was spinning something, with a horn-like object playing music from it. “What the hell is it?”
“It’s a phonograph!” You chirped up. Shinji looked at you, but you were enthralled in the device, your eyes sparkling with wonder and enjoyment.
You seemed… friendly and you seemed to know what it was about. He scooted his way over to you as more people piled in his spot. He had questions he needed answering.
“So how does it work?” He asks, standing right next to you.
You jumped at the sound of his voice, to which he chuckled. “Oh,” you sheepishly said, “gimme a moment and I’ll get back to you.”
Shinji stood there, listening to the music, and watching you. He didn’t quite… care for the music, it sounded like a western military band for his tastes, but he enjoyed the reactions you gave to it. Well, not to the music…
As Shinji watched you from the corner of his eye, he could see your eyes dart around the device. The music was secondary, it was the device itself that you were starstruck by. He wasn’t sure how long the two of you stood there for, but he realize, the song had started again.
“Hey, so how about my question earlier?” He mumbled.
You looked at him with surprise, “I didn’t think you’d still be here!” And now you felt guilty. You took a glance at the phonograph, then back at Shinji. Maybe it’ll be quick and you can come back inside?
So you pulled him out of the shop. Dusk was settling into the streets, with the faint hum of cicadas fading away.
“You asked me how it works, right?” You asked him, finally getting a look at him. You had never seen this man before. He looked a bit unusual to you with his long blonde hair, and his straight, yet white, teeth.
“Yeah, you knew what it was.” Shinji explained, wondering if he was wasting his time.
“So that was a phonograph, the first of its kind!” You exclaimed. “That disc you saw, that was going round and round,” you twirled your fingers in the air, “has vibrations recorded on to it.” Your eyes were sparkling again, and with the glow of dusk behind you, Shinji had to admit you were pretty cute. “Those vibrations are music!”
“Wow, how do you know about this?” He asked, giving her a look.
You looked embarrassed, flustered even, “I’m a maid at the inventor’s house,” you looked at the ground.
Ah right, Shinji surmised. The few drawbacks of the World of the Living, the sorry state of women’s education.
“Well ya did a good job explaining it to me.” He ruffled your head, “you did your boss proud.”
You blushed at the compliment, “thank you!”
“I’m Shinji by the way.”
You introduced yourself as well, as you began to relax around the man. He had more technical questions about the device, and you hoped you could answer them as well as your boss explained to you.
Night was drawing near, and so was your hunger. Your stomach grumbled loudly, leaving you embarrassed.
“Hey, I took up a lot of yer time today.” Shinji drawled, “I’ll treat you to dinner, least I can do.” He shrug his shoulder, “I’m new here though, so take me to a place ya like.”
“Oh, ok!” That would explain the foreign air the man, Shinji, gave off. His accent was oddly charming. The two of you strolled down the street, enjoying the light conversation and the fading sound of the phonograph.
Shinji, the mysterious man of your youth, made frequent visits to you once he found out your days off or when your shift ended. It embarrassed you at first, for him to see you in your maid uniform, but he would give his Cheshire grin and say you looked cute regardless.
Hand in hand, the two of you would walk across the city, as you instilled in him a love for music. So much so, you would sing for him. At first, you were embarrassed, but Shinji was enamoured. You wrote lyrics to the music that the phonograph would play and eventually sang them to Shinji. “I’ll always be your number one fan, babe.” He would chuckle, kissing you on the lips.
Tonight though, you told him that your boss hoped that his invention would bring people together.
“I think he did that, eh?” Shinji chuckled, squeezing your hand.
You smiled, squeezing his hand in return, “he did, but –”
“But?”
“I hope this means we hear more and different kinds of music.” You murmured, as the two of you listened to the phonograph in store.
“Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know, but this gives people something to think about, you know?” You said softly, wondering what kind of music, sounds, noises, people would record. “I just think it’s exciting.”
Shinji couldn’t help but smile at your thought, “yeah, yer right about that. And that means I can hear you sing more and more.” You blushed as you shoved Shinji away, his laughter filling your ears.
Shinji decided to buy a phonograph for you (and for him). A gift from him you could hold on to when Soul Society was too demanding of him, and he couldn’t see you. His heart fluttered as you cried at his gift, shocked that he would buy something so expensive for someone like you. You wrote a particular song for him that night, a song to show your appreciation and love for him.
But you were special to him – special in a way he couldn’t say. Unlike you, his words bubbled up in his throat, to only pop and vanish once he opened his mouth. He could only hug and kiss you. Physically showing his sincerity for you.
But maybe, his gift was too much for you.
Shinji stared at the barricaded apartment – he had only been gone a few days. But in that small window of time, someone had broken into your home and murdered you, stealing the phonograph in the process.
Human lives… were short… but this was cruel.
Music filled Shinji’s office in the Squad 5 barracks. He fixed his bangs in the mirror. Sometimes, he could hear your voice, song and laughter, as if teasing him about how transfixed he was on his hair.
He made his record player louder.
How many years had it been since your murder? 20 years? 40 years? It bothered Shinji that he continued to grow and “live” (or live as well as any Shinigami could), while you were becoming a distant memory, one he dreaded losing to time.
Some days, like today, he wondered if it was worth exploring Rukongai for you. “But that’s like finding a needle in a hay stack,” he mumbled, lowering the volume of his music.
“Finding what, Captain?” Lieutenant Aizen asked, appearing at the door of Shinji’s office.
It grated Shinji to no end how his lieutenant appeared at such convenient times, as if he was trying to catch Shinji off guard.
Might as well give this dog a bone Shinji thought to himself, wondering what motive Aizen was playing at.
“Can ya get me the records of the souls that entered in the past 50 years?”
Aizen gave a confused look, “what for, sir?”
“I got a bone to pick with a human – they owe me something.”
“I see…” Aizen said, disbelief covering his face, “I’ll get on that.”
“Ya better, now get outta here Sosuke, got a Captain’s meeting comin’” He shooed Aizen away, wondering if the lieutenant would be a nuisance somehow.
As much grief as Shinji and Sosuke gave each other, Shinji hated to admit that the man did do his work diligently. After the captains’ meeting, Shinji was greeted with a stack of entries of all new souls that had entered in the past 50 years or so.
Soul Society, for all its bureaucracy and idiosyncrasies, collected information on souls that were entering, documenting their age, and if possible, their “category” of death. Shinji waded through the papers, scanning and skimming to find your name amongst the thousands that have passed.
He started with the oldest entries. He knew Sosuke would get overtly suspicious if he asked him for files from a specific set of years, so he would feign interest with the newer souls that had passed.
And within a few hours, he found your name. Shinji let out a sigh, partly of relief – knowing that you passed on without having the need for a Shinigami nor did you interact with a hollow, but sad that you were now in Rukongai District 48 South. Not as dangerous as those past 60, but he knew the conditions of many of the districts were in poor shape.
“Captain, I may be of help since you’re looking for someone specific.” His lieutenant approached. Shinji wanted to roll his eyes but wanted to mess with his lieutenant a little.
“If ya want to, sure.” Shinji responded, flipping through documents haphazardly. “I’m looking for a Taichi Suzuki, from Nakasu.”
Sosuke nodded his head and began to flip through the newer entries, as Shinji pretended to flip through others. The office began to darken as nightfall approached. Only the sounds of paper shuffling could be heard.
“I think I found them, sir.” Sosuke said calmly, holding the paper.
“Gimme that…” And Shinji wanted to laugh, there was a Taichi Suzuki from Nakasu in District 48 South.
"Great find, Sosuke!" Shinji wanted to cackle but gave a cheshire grin as he swiped the document out of his lieutenant’s hands.
“Let’s call it a day, see ya bright an early tomorrow.” Sosuke nodded his head as he made his leave.
Once Shinji was certain he was alone, he rubbed his face, sighing. It was one of the rare times in his life where he felt nervous. You had been in Soul Society for 50 years; would you even remember him?
But that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, his bed was calling his name.
Rukongai District 48 South was an inconspicuous place, like many of the other districts in the 40s. The houses were shabbier than the ones before it, but there was still some semblance of a town that people resided in, rather than the scant huts that were in the 50s and 60s.
Shinji casually strolled down the worn paths, opting to leave his captain’s haori in the Squad 5 barracks. He wasn’t here on official business, so there was no need to scare off the townsfolk of his presence. He would look like any other random fodder of Shinigami passing by.
There wasn’t anything remarkable that made the district standout. Some districts were known for their agricultural endeavours, while others for fashion or even furniture. But District 49 North was as unremarkable as they come. There wasn’t a even a flutter of spiritual pressure in the vicinity.
Shinji walked into a busy tea shop. He wasn’t particularly hungry or thirsty, but oftentimes these were the best places for information. Finding an empty table, he strummed his fingers waiting to be served. The conversations seemed to be irrelevant to what he was looking for.
“What nice weather we’re having.”
“We haven’t had much rain though. Not good for the crops.”
“Well the river is teeming with fish.”
He let out a yawn as he continued to wait, with nothing of interest to capture his attention.
“Sorry for the wait, sir! What would you like?”
Shinji’s eyes widen at you, deep in an apologetic bow, not yet lifting yourself up.
“Hey, doll. Long time, no see.” Shinji cooly said, a small grin on his face.
You gasped and screeched, alerting the other customers. You quickly apologized to the other patrons before heading to the back, asking for a small break.
Shinji couldn’t help but smile. You remembered him just fine.
Shinji conveniently paid the tea shop owners a hefty sum to let you free for the day, and they didn’t bat an eye. Just like when you were alive, Shinji continued to amaze you.
“How are you likin’ it here? You ok?” He asked, as the two of you sat along the river.
“It’s… fine? I guess. It’s strange not needing to eat.” You explained. “But some nights I get to sing to customers.” You gave a sheepish smile, “I think I’m getting better.”
“I miss hearin’ ya sing for me, doll.” Shinji murmured, cupping your face in his hand. You gave him a warm smile and began to hum an old tune, a song he hadn’t heard in decades. You began to sing softly to him, words long forgotten that he yearned to remember.
But once your song was over, you opened your eyes, confusion evident in them, “I don’t get it, Shinji – are you dead too?”
Shinji sighed and scratched the back of his head. He had a lot to explain to you.
“I can explain it to you if ya want, but it’s long.”
You gave him a gentle smile, as you placed your hand on top of his, “For you, I have all the time in the world.”
Shinji felt his heart flutter.
It took another decade, but Shinji was adamant on moving you into Rukongai District 2. He kept that paperwork separately, lest Lieutenant Aizen find out. But Old Man Yamamoto was a traditionalist, and moving a random soul between districts was unheard of, and almost always, immediately rejected.
Unless you were married.
Did… did you want to be married to Shinji? His mind wracked with all the ways you would say no.
There’s just no way you would agree, right? Maybe if he phrased it as a mutual, as a beneficial thing for you?
But you weren’t like that, Shinji knew as much. You didn’t ask for much, especially from him. You had repeatedly told him that seeing him again, being with him again and being together, was more than enough.
“Ah fuck it.” He grumbled, pulling an ornate box out. It was a kimono of exquisite silk and hand painted gold embellishments… his heart thudded loudly.
He made his way to District 48 North, to where you lived near the tea shop. Shinji had paid the board and rent for you, letting you keep your earnings. But as he made his way through the town, there was not a soul in sight.
Shinji grew tense with every step he made towards your home. There was no one, not a single soul present. Normally he would hear the chattering of everyday conversation, of some random children playing, but it was completely silent.
He flashed stepped towards the tea shop, dropping the box on to the ground. Blood and torn clothes were strewn all over the entrance to the shop. He could hear something inside the shop, something moving. The spiritual pressure was insignificant compared to a hollow or a seated Shinigami member, but in a district where there was no one with spiritual pressure to begin with, this was unusual to him.
Shinji quickly entered the shop and drew out his sword. He took in a deep breath as he witnessed the scene in front of him. There, in the middle of the once busy tea shop, were half eaten bodies, and some… creature gnawing on your lifeless one.
They looked hollow-like, but human sized. Without hesitation, Shinji swung his sword, killing the creature. Your body dropped onto the ground, your lifeless eyes staring at him. Shinji fell to his knees, cradling your body before running his fingers over your eyes.
His heart began to sink as your body began to fade. He quickly weaved a message to his squad, knowing that an investigation would take place soon.
But before they would come, Shinji weaved a kido spell, setting alight the kimono.
Shinji sighed as he stared at the city lights out over the horizon. Being exiled was strange. He was… free, yet not free. He could roam the World of the Living to his hearts content, but…
He hated to admit it, but he missed Soul Society.
But one thing the World of the Living did better were clothes, food and music. He didn’t care much for food, but the sheer variety astounded him. Lisa had brought pizza which he had never heard about before, but devoured immediately (much to the fury of Hiyori). Tiramisu? Hamburgers? Smoothies? He felt like he was quicker on the pulse here compared to whatever Soul Society was feeding its soldiers.
But then… there was the music. Him and Rose bonded over the different genres of music humans were producing. There were some genres he didn’t care for, but others that grabbed at him. Rose was partial to classical and rock music, but Shinji’s tastes were more “eclectic.”
He grew fond of the radio, hearing the Top 40 of any country he could find his hands on. He began to collect vinyl records of musicians he enjoyed, of unique and interesting instruments he had never heard of (Shinji immediately bought a theremin for his personal collection).
In a small part of his mind, he wondered what you would think of this. What genres would you like? The slow and calming sounds of ambient music? Or the clever and witty rhymes of hip-hop? Would you enjoy concerts? Dance clubs?
But those thoughts were becoming less frequent. He had to move on. He would hold on to his grudge for Aizen, crave revenge for not only him and the Visoreds, but also for you, but his “exile” would be to experience life for you.
Tokyo was as bustling as ever in the night. Party goers laughing, crying and shouting, enjoying their night as Shinji walked by them. He could hear different songs play from the many shops and establishments he passed by, some were songs he recognized, others he didn’t particularly cared for.
Until he heard a familiar voice.
He swung his head to a random bar blasting a song. Shock was all over his face as he recognized that voice.
It was you!
Shinji barged inside to the few patrons enjoying their drinks and conversation. In a small corner of the bar, laid a TV with the singer, the singer with your voice.
“Oi, barkeep” Shinji shouted, trying to catch the bartender’s attention. The bartender, an older man, looked at Shinji.
“I’ll take an old fashioned and –” Shinji pointed the TV, “do you know who that is?”
The bartender looked surprised at the question but shook his head.
A patron next to Shinji, in a drunken stupor, laughed and slapped Shinji’s back, telling the name of the singer.
“She’s up and coming ya know! Got quite a following.”
“Do ya know if she’s playing a concert anytime soon?”
“Nah, but she’s got a fan club if yer interested.” The man burped, taking a pen out. He wrote the address of the fan club.
Shinji slapped his change for the drink, but bolted out the bar as soon as the song ended, his drink completely untouched.
Shinji was aware of idol culture, but he didn’t expect a similar culture for up-and-coming singers, such as you.. well was it you?
The singer sounded exactly like you, the mannerisms were eerily the same, you just wore modern clothing, your hair styled with the current trends of the time.
And you still smiled the same way that would make his heart flutter.
He had never spoke to you though, watching from a distance as you sang to the crowd. You would close your eyes at some lyrics, as if in a trance. Your songwriting astounded him, how much it sounded as if you from the past wrote it.
It had to be you. It had to be your reincarnation.
Tonight your manager, or whoever this person was organizing the event, announced that there would be a meet and greet at the end of tonight’s show. The crowd cheered as you waved politely.
Shinji took a deep breath; it was now or never.
The meet and greet was a fairly short affair. To his surprise, not many people wanted to meet with you, but that worked in his favour.
He was one of the last remaining concertgoers and he could see the weariness in your eyes. You were becoming exhausted, but you kept your smile for every fan that came your way. And now it was his turn.
Shinji extended his hand, “yer songs are beautiful.” He murmured.
You immediately grabbed his hand but jolted at the touch. Your eyes met.
“I – thank you.” You stammered, “have we met before?”
Shinji shook his head, letting go of your hand, “no, I’m just a fan of yer music.” He grinned.
You gave a look to your manager, but Shinji let go, making way for the next fan to come to you.
He slowly began to walk out of the venue before he heard yelling behind him, it was your manager. “Wait!”
Shinji stopped, letting the manager catch their breath. “I – she wants to talk to you once she’s done.”
Shinji raised his eyebrows, a flicker of hope growing inside him, but he knew better to have any expectations. He would hear you out and the two of you would go your separate ways.
He was ushered into your changing room. It wasn’t much of a room, he could see a backpack, water bottles, and some snacks. He felt guilty for some reason – should he have brought flowers?
He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Memories of you over time flashed over his mind, frustrating him. It didn’t help your voice was stuck in his head too.
“Thank you for waiting.” You barged into the room, bowing deeply at Shinji.
“It’s no problem.” He replied, waving his hand. “What’s up?”
“I just – are you sure we haven’t met?”
Shinji shook his head, “you probably saw me around a lot at yer shows.” He said softly. “I’m a big fan.”
You looked at him with confusion, “no, I swear I’ve met you before…”
Shinji shrugged his shoulders, “maybe yer used to seeing me in the crowd. This is my first time going to your meet-and-greet though.”
You sighed loudly, examining Shinji’s face. This man looked so familiar to you. His voice even sounded familiar too.
And then realization hit you, with heat spreading to your cheeks. Shinji looked at you with a curious expression, wondering what had gotten you quiet and flustered.
“This is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, “but I think I remember where.”
“Where?”
“… my dreams.”
Shinji raised his eyebrows, “I mean, maybe because I’ve been in the crowd.”
“No!” You yelled, “I mean, you looked a bit different.”
Shinji shut his mouth, letting you continue.
“You had… longer hair, much longer.” You clicked your tongue, “and I don’t think you had a piercing.” Shinji grew alarmed. “You also wore… some kind of white haori with black clothing? And carried a sword.”
Shinji sighed. He could deny this, letting you wonder, and never appearing again… but what kind of chance was this? “Fate is truly a fickle woman.”
You gave him a confused look.
“How long have ya got? There’s a lot to tell you.”
“All night.” You grinned proudly, “tell me everything Mister…”
“Shinji, just call me Shinji. Ya never did call me by my last name anyways.”
You stared at him with another confused look on your face.
Momo ran down the halls of the Squad 5 barracks in a hurry. She clutched the paperwork to her chest tightly as she sprinted past her fellow seated members, down to Captain Hirako’s office.
She panted as she entered, “I have some –” as she exhaled, “papers that require your immediate signature, sir.”
Shinji placed a new record into his player, letting it play as he got seated into desk, “sure thing, Momo. Bring ‘em here.”
Momo dropped the documents on to his desk and immediately sat down on the other chair, letting the music play as Shinji skimmed through the documents. The voice sounded familiar, “sir, is this by that one popular singer in the World of the Living?”
“Yeah it is,” he said, without looking up from his paper, “I’m her biggest fan.”
“Really?!” Momo exclaimed, “I like a lot of her songs, she’s so talented.”
“She sure is,” Shinji grinned, putting down his pen.
“But I haven’t heard this song of her’s before. Is it new?”
“I wouldn’t say new…” Shinji drawled, “but a limited, unreleased one.”
“It’s beautiful.” Momo sighed, as she continued listening to the song. Shinji smiled, humming along to the song.
For just anyone, It is not, I told you, It is only just for you I do not want it to be just once I want my song to reach you right now And the next year too Let the two of us together Go watch the cherry blossoms
Reader made a special EP for Shinji's birthday hahaha. THANKS FOR READING!!! The song at the end is the translated bits from "Yamazakura" by Taeko Onuki.
Edit: forgot to explain some things LOL
Taichi Suzuki from Nakasu is a reference to Yakuza 5 (Kiryu’s alias in the red light district)
Wedding rings weren’t really a thing in Japan until post-WWII. Usually a woman wore her obi and kimono a particular way to signify that she was married. I decided to have Shinji gift her a kimono as an engagement present of sorts.
Happy Birthday Shinji 🍰
Sexually suggestive but not smut. Short.
Birthday boy Shinji x reader
Shinji noticed a small little box, neatly wrapped and tucked away in your underwear drawer. Yup, he was going through your underwear— a dirty, secret kink. You hadn’t figured that out yet so you decided to hide away his birthday present amongst the heap of colorful laces and ribbons that you called panties. Ya, you had a collection. He liked to see you in pretty little things.
Anyways, little did you know he figured out your secret hiding spot. The celebrations were later after work— no time off for the birthday Captain. And he could not wait all day knowing there were new panties waiting for him in your underwear drawer. Just a peek?
The box was small but he had seen talented shopkeepers stuff in panties even in the tiniest of boxes. Just the fact that it was in your underwear drawer got him believing that it was possibly new panties for his viewing pleasure (and maybe birthday sex after?). It’s his birthday after all!
He took the small box in his hand and tried to peel the corners of the wrapping paper. He would find a way to put it back together later.
He heard footsteps. He quickly closed the underwear drawer and stared at the door to the bedroom. You walked in with a radiant smile on your face.
“Don’t want to be late for work on your birthday!”, you giggled and stepped forward.
He realized he was still holding the gift box and forgot to put it back where it belonged. He quickly hid the box away in his sleeves and wrapped an arm around your back to lead you away from the drawer before you discovered his little scheme.
———
Later that day he finally got some peace. He was in his office, alone, and he pulled out the gift box to try his luck again. It was itching his mind all day. He couldn’t focus and just pictured you in whatever was in the box. His dick throbbed in anticipation and he carefully started unravelling the gift.
His jaw almost dropped.
It wasn’t what he had expected.
He held the object that had him in distress, up to the natural lighting that flooded the room. “Fuck!”, he exclaimed, not sure what to do.
He quickly tucked away the gift back into the box and stood up as he had things to do.
He walked to the mirror and made sure he was ready for this. He made a goofy little face and decided it was for the best.
———
Later that evening as the celebrations were underway, Shinji was late on his birthday.
He finally came, that radiant smile of yours had returned. The room was full of friends and foes from competitive squads. He didn’t care because his eyes were locked on you.
“Happy Birthday”, they all shouted but all he saw was your beautiful smile.
The smile grew when he opened his mouth, wide enough to stick out his tongue and reveal your gift sitting flat of his tongue.
You screamed and you ran towards him, hugging him tight, there on his tongues sat the piece of jewelry you got him.
You always said you wanted to see his pierced tongue once more. And so he finally went ahead and got that little hole.
“Happy Birthday my love”, you sang after giving him a kiss, feeling the metal tease the roof of your hungry mouth.
“When do I get ta lick my real birthday cake?”, he whispered that made you giggle but also dripping in excitement.
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Can I get something for Shinji or Sosuke from before TBTP arc?
With a lieutenant reader (from another squad)
Tagging @imaginingbleach since this was your request! I'm glad you asked this because I've had an idea tinkering in my head about a Aizen/Reader/Shinji concept!
TW: alcohol, oral, this gets NSFW near the end but isn't really smutty.
You let a sigh of relief as the warm, soothing water of the hot springs washed over your exhausted body. It was that time of the year where your squad and another would be temporarily relieved of duties, to “boost morale.” To you, this was a long-winded way of saying “mandatory vacation.” Unfortunately, only two squads at a time would get this vacation, and Head Captain Yamamoto would decide where these squads would go. To no one’s surprise, he selected an onsen retreat, and your squad along with Squad 5, would be on vacation.
Your mind drifted further and further away as you relaxed in the hot spring. You decided to take a later dip compared to the rest of your seated members who went in earlier. You could hear them faintly playing games a few rooms away, but for now, you were enjoying the silence.
You jolted up as you heard a loud voice, “Oi, Sosuke – don’t be fuckin’ weird and wear your glasses in the hot spring.”
Oh it’s Captain Hirako and Lieutenant Aizen you relaxed again, hoping the rest of their conversation wouldn’t be as loud. You wanted to enjoy the silence for a bit longer.
“I don’t know why you would think that, Captain. It’d be hard to see with them on.” Lieutenant Aizen said in a monotone voice.
“You’re pretty fuckin’ weird Sosuke. Don’t know what you’re thinkin’ in that head of yours.” Captain Hirako said in a pointed tone. Ugh you thought to yourself, can they not fight tonight? You had heard rumours that sometimes Captain Hirako and Lieutenant Aizen butted heads, but if this was it…
It was so childish?!
“You’re one to tal-“
But before their fight could drag on, you peered over the divider and shushed them. “Please keep your voices down! It’s already late.”
Captain Hirako grumbled an apology, but this was the first time your saw Lieutenant Aizen without his glasses. He gave you a pointed glare. You were taken aback by how sharp his eyes were. “Our apologies, Lieutenant. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Lieutenant Aizen said, with a soft tone even though his voice did not match the intense glare he gave you.
You slid back down to your spot in the spring and leaned back, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth again… until you heard grumbling and harsh whispers on the other side of the divider.
It was already so late, what could they be fighting about at this hour?
“Is there a problem?” You asked through the divider.
“Don’t worry about it, Lieutenant.” Captain Hirako said in a dismissive tone, glaring at Lieutenant Aizen.
“Well you two have been grumbling about something since you came in, so is there a problem?” You asked, not wanting to hear any more of their inane bickering.
“It doesn’t concern you, Lieutenant.” Aizen said in a sharp tone.
“It does concern me if I have to hear about it when I’m trying to enjoy my vacation!” You harshly whispered, not wanting to draw attention from your respective squads.
Lieutenant Aizen sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, and you thought you heard Captain Hirako mumble out, “this is your fuckin’ fault, Sosuke.”
Aizen sighed, keeping his eyes closed, “If you must know, my captain seems keen on blowing our squad’s vacation budget on a ridiculous karaoke device.”
Aside from the gentle waves of the hot springs, there was silence between the three of you.
“…Are you serious?” You asked. This was one of the most ridiculous things you’ve heard.
“Sosuke, you just don’t get it! A night of relaxing, sipping nice sake, everyone on their merry way, why not sing our hearts out?” Captain Hirako explained, as if he was trying to sway your opinion.
“That does sound nice Captain, but I don’t understand why you’re insistent on the device that is out of our budget.” Aizen said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
Still behind the divider, you sighed, “do either of you like to sing to begin with?”
At the same time, both of them said “no.”
You let a loud, exasperated sigh, “then why are you two bothering yourselves with this!?”
“Lieutenant Aizen over here says I can’t sing for shit.” Captain Hirako said, glaring at Lieutenant Aizen.
“Well, you can’t sir. I’ve heard what you’ve called singing, and I don’t want to subject our squad to that.” Liueteant Aizen said, trying to end the conversation.
You quickly wrapped a towel around yourself as soon as you heard rustling and realized Captain Hirako left the springs. You saw him peer over the divider, trying see if you were still there.
“Lieutenant, why don’t you humour us and be the judge of it.” Captain Hirako asked, grinning at you.
You heard more rustling and noticed Lieutenant Aizen’s silhouette through the divider.
You didn’t really have any other plans for the evening, so why not humour the Troublesome Duo?
“Sure.”
Captain Hirako secured a private room for the three of you, as you poured him a chilled bottle of sake as a gift for his hospitality. Lieutenant Aizen went to procure the infamous karaoke device from the onsen hosts.
You never really spoke to Captain Hirako much, he always seemed a bit busy trying to defend himself from Lieutenant Hiyori Sarugaki’s pranks. From what you knew from other squad members, he was relatively approachable, but most members preferred reaching out to Lieutenant Aizen first.
Lieutenant Aizen hadn’t arrived at the room yet, and you felt the awkward silence grow between you and Captain Hirako. “Are you enjoying your vacation, Captain?” You asked, trying to make small talk.
Captain Hirako propped his face in his hand as he stared out the window, boredom glazing his face. “It’s alright. Head Captain Yamamoto doesn’t like to think outside the box that much though.”
You laughed, “I agree. It would be nice for a different kind of vacation. Is it wrong of me to assume, that Lieutenant Aizen and you agree on that matter?”
Captain Hirako gave you a small smile, “yeah, somethin’ like that.”
“I don’t mean to pry, so please excuse my rudeness, but do you two always argue like that?” You internally winced at the question, wondering if you were drinking too much sake too quickly.
Captain Hirako remained unphased, “we have some good days, and some bad days. Tonight, believe it or not, was a good day.”
You couldn’t stop yourself from grimacing, “you call this good?”
Captain Hirako shrugged, and sipped his sake, watching the night sky through the window.
You heard gentle taps on the sliding door frame, as Lieutenant Aizen entered. You never noticed how big he was. His presence was largely felt in the room.
“I negotiated for one hour of singing, Captain.” Lieutenant Aizen explained, as he began to set up the karaoke device. “If you,” he said, pointing towards you, “don’t like his singing. Then I’m not getting him this device for our squad dinner tomorrow.”
He is taking this a bit too seriously. You thought, taking a large gulp of sake. Once the device was ready, Captain Hirako stood in front of you two, tapping the device to find a song to his liking.
Lieutenant Aizen tapped your shoulder, gesturing to the sake bottled. Although moments ago you told yourself to stop drinking for the night, now you wanted to have fun and enjoy your vacation. The sake was incredibly smooth too. You brought your cup towards him and noticed how slender and long Lieutenant Aizen’s fingers were.
He really is handsome… but too serious. You thought to yourself, your cheeks warming to the thought of him.
But before your mind could wander, Captain Hirako began his song. You were expecting something outrageous but… it wasn’t bad?
Maybe not the best singer, but he could keep a decent tune.
“I like this song, Captain Hirako.” You smiled at him, bringing your cup towards him as a cheer. “I think your squad will like this too.”
Captain Hirako kept singing, some songs were better than others, which you and Lieutenant Aizen pointed out. The hour was nearing its end, and you realized how close you were to Liuetenant Aizen, as you leaned into his arm.
Surprisingly, he didn’t pull away from you, if anything, brought you closer to him.
You couldn’t help but smile when you realized how close you were to him, so many people would kill to be where I am right now.
You weren’t sure if it was the sake (you had stopped drinking after Captain Hirako’s third song), or the moonlight filling the room, but even Captain Hirako looked a bit different. You noticed how luxurious his hair looked, and the toned body under his yukata.
But something else also dawned on you, “you two haven’t fought during this whole hour.” You said, amazed at the two of them.
Captain Hirako smirked, “well will ya look at that? Maybe you’re our lucky charm. What do you think, Sosuke?”
You let out a gasp as Lieutenant Aizen brought you into his lap, your back towards him. “She certainly knows how to keep you from making rash decisions, Captain.” To which Captain Hirako laughed.
“Have you two… done this before?” You asked, sensing an air of familiarity, as you felt Lieutenant Aizen’s hands roam your body. He gently turned your head and gave you gentle kiss on your lips, startling you. Gentle kisses became more intense until you pulled away from him, with both of your faces slightly flushed.
“Eh…” Captain Hirako said, kneeling down in front of you. Guiding your face towards him. “Sometimes. Only when we’re in a ‘good’ mood. Although I’m the better companion” Captain Hirako chuckled, running his thumb over your kiss swollen lips.
“That’s not what Lady Sayuri said last time.” Lieutenant Aizen murmured, as he began to untie your yukata. You could feel Lieutenant Aizen’s erection growing.
Captain Hirako brought his face close to yours, nipping at your ear. Lieutenant Aizen’s light touches roamed your body, grazing your breasts over so slightly. A soft moan escaped your lips as he began to pinch your nipples. You felt Lieutenant Aizen’s breath against your other ear, “maybe you can judge which one of us you prefer”.
You nodded your head, watching in a trance as Captain Hirako peeled your yukata and undergarments off your body.
You couldn’t help but smile watching Captain Hirako lower himself on to you. You watched him with half lidded eyes as you felt his tongue give a swift lick to your sensitive clit.
This vacation was sure to be the best one yet.
FIN
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A Shinji piece from 2021 I never got around to finishing :)
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some quick Shinji fluff so you can all go to bed and have sweet dreams about him tonight <3 no Sunday scaries round here (there still definitely are but i am doing my darnest to ignore them)!
You woke with a gasp and a pounding heart, disoriented at being ungracefully torn from your slumber. The last bits of the traumatizing scene your subconscious invented plagued your mind, making you tremble.
At your side, Shinji stirred awake. Sometimes, it was if you shared a body. When you were in distress, he felt it. Your terror woke him just the same as it did you.
"What's wrong?" His voice was hoarse from deep sleep. He was on you immediately, slender fingers delicately finding your face in the dark to cup your cheek. Your frame against his, he could feel you trembling, and that was all the answer he needed. "It's okay, you're okay. I'm here. I'm right here," he cooed, his hand pushing your head into his chest, hugging you tightly to still your shaking.
You curled around him, your teddy bear, finding comfort in the softness of his bare skin. You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent, feeling his steady heartbeat, basking in his warmth. All the while, he stroked your hair, breathing slowly in and out, staying calm to encourage you to do the same. He pressed kisses into the top of your head, anything and everything to make you feel at ease again, to remind you that he was here, and that as long as he was, you were safe.
He reminded you of that. "You know I won't let anything hurt you."
"I know," you chirped, reflecting on the nightmare with a shiver. "It was just so scary. It felt so real."
"I know," he affirmed you, fingers tangling in your hair protectively. "But it wasn't. This is now. I'm real, and I'm better than that shit."
You giggled into his chest, squirming affectionately in his hold. "You are."
"I'll kick your nightmares' ass." You could hear the lazy smirk in his voice. It made your heart flutter, how you adored him.
"I don't think that's how it works."
"I'll make it work."
After that, you didn't need him to do any nightmare-ass-kicking. You slept soundly, thinking of his sweet words and wrapped in his warm embrace, knowing that you'd always be safe as long as that's where you were - with him.