I Couldn't Agree More

Hello Roshni! Based on evidence and vibes alone, who are your top 10 Bleach characters with the longest tongues? Long enough to ride on ykyk

I looove everything you write! Please keep writing queen and never let anyone dim your light (i.e. be as unhinged as you want to be aksdhlf <3)

Thank you so much for all your support and not judging my… weird unhinged moments 🫣 ILY 💜💜

And you know my kinks pretty well now. Hehe

So long tongue fuck boys…. My list would be purely indulgence bias. No evidence. Mostly head canon.

Nsfw.

cw: body modification, cervix, womb, etc unhinged post below. Kinktober came early!

10. Renji (long ass Zanpakuto complementing his long dick and tongue? I know stupid reason but i always head canon him with a long tongue)

9. Gin (again, same reason as Renji. And i just see this cunning snake unexpectedly extending out his tongue while eating you out, lips sealed against your lips until you are a whimpering mess.)

8. Askin (i wonder how many taste buds he got on his tongue. 5 million? Average human have 5-10k. Maybe he can tell you what you taste like…. Sorry!!!!)

7. Shinji (why you think he got that piercing? Just an add on to his existing assets. His wide Cheshire grin says it all. Oh lets play a game: Can his piercing touch your cervix? Got to find the right position to achieve that)

6. Akon (i think body modification has its pro. You just ask him you want his tongue to reach the deep depths of your womb and he probably will make that happen)

5. Nnoitra (his Espada number is on his tongue. And have you seen his tongue- long and thick like a dick. Would definitely stretch out that pussy like a fat dick would. Also like Shinji, i feel like the wider the grin, the longer the tongue)

4. Sajin (i mean given his form and genes. I wouldn't mind as long as he keeps those fangs away…or maybe we into the biting kink?)

3. Kenpachi (biased!!! But also i believe in the fan theory he came through the hell gates as a childand he ain't a normal soul. Can you imagine riding his long thick tongue and he unexpectedly zaps you with his spiritual pressure making you cum and squirt on the spot)

2. Mayuri (pro at body modifications. 1 and 2 maybe debated.)

1. Szayelaporro (i said my list is biased!! I'm sorry Mayuri fans. Szayel is my fav freaky scientist)

0. Soul King: okay hear me out. Imagine a character that was embodiment of just its tongue. Can you just imagine the freaky sex.

Can't show my face ever again!!!!!

The absolute devotion I could give him. Fuck.

Stream ’n Chill (Yuuji Itadori x Reader) MDNI 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: It’s finally here! Sorry for the long fucking wait. Life have been lyfin for weeks now. But I managed to get through it 😭 Anyway, I hope you all enjoy reading it!

Synopsis: this time Yuuji is needy for you. He won’t admit it though. He’s snarky like that. :P

WARNING: Grammar, both are 21+, surprisingly needy boyfriend, cuddling, make out, slow start, humping, rubbing, oral, doggy, f.top, squirting, pacing, cumming etc.

Take your time reading due to pacing and dive into the story! 🩷

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7PM

Yours fingers scrolled down on TikTok. Your eyes were mindlessly looking at content ranging between, cooking, fashion, local pop-ups and more, as you laid in your comfy pink bed. Sometimes, at random, a few chuckles and bustling conversations about who knows what came from downstairs. Your parents had invited some neighbors and co-workers to come cover for to catch up on their lives and shows they’ve been watching, while enjoying some delicious food that your mother made for them. Of course, you made sure to bring two plates upstairs because “you were hungry”. and told her to save another two plates for later on…whenever they decide to leave for the night.

Good thing you brought some snacks to pass on hunger for a little while. You smiled at a video of a cute baby kitten that was following a stranger in the parking lot in the middle of the night and the person was trying to shoo it away, to no avail. You giggled and left a comment: “It owns you now haha.” And went back to doom scrolling.

“Dude What the hell! I need more bullets!”

“G-go get the potion behind that abandoned cabin. Gooo! What the hell!” He yelled through the pink headset.

The male was half loudly shouting at the players as they played Call of Duty. “What the hell are you doing? Go to the other side!” He motioned to the screen annoyingly as if they could see him. He clearly sounded frustrated but you didn’t want to budge. It’s just a game after all.

The frustrated, cute pink haired male was your boyfriend, Yuuji. Sitting at your pink illuminated gaming table - complementing the newly renovated bedroom you worked so hard on.

He had came to your house; Through your bedroom window like you’re one and only Tarzan. You texted him that your parents were having guests over for dinner and you were bored. So, you pleaded him to comer over for some comfort until they leave. And, he came in a flash. Not that kind of flash though.

You didn’t want to talk to anybody that you didn’t know and be bothered.

“Dude I need more ampule. These guys keep coming at us.”

“What the hell are you doing. Go to the other side, idiot!”

“What are you….you know what-“ he pressed pause out of frustration, took off the pink headset forcefully and gently placed on its stand - mindful of your stuff. He turned his head back and noticed that you were still there, doom scrolling to kill time. His lips slowly curved up, eyeing your back facing him. The chair rotated to the bed. Shirtless, he got up and quietly walked towards you. You couldn’t see his shadow due to the pink hue of your room and your eyes on the screen, but you suddenly felt a weight pressed down on your bed before you caught his arm in your peripheral, standing like a pillar. “Hm?” You knew whose arm it was and you turned to see him towering you. “Whatchu doing?” He mumbled, smiling softly at you. Your lips formed a soft smile, “Nothing.” You said softly, looking up at him. He looked at you for a moment, making you giggle. “What?” You said, trying to hold your giggles.

“Sorry for being so loud earlier.”

“It’s okay. It didn’t bother me at all.”

“Hm.” He hummed, he caressed your thigh and kissed your shoulder. “Maybe you can play REPO with your friends next time?” You asked, feeling his firm hand warm in between your thighs. “I’d be loud as hell. You know that. Louder than a few minutes ago.” He chuckled, looking at you. “Oh. Well, I tried.” You shrugged, earning a little laugh from the male. “Mm.” Your lips suddenly met his. His lips were so soft and so warm, slapping against your own at a slow pace. “Mm.” Your back arched, your neck straining to not leave his soft lips. You moaned again, arching your back when he kneaded your warm thigh with enough pressure. “Mm~” He lowered his hips to your ass as it was pushing back against his crotch. “M-mm~” your body started rocking gently to his lazy thrusts against your ass. Your cheeks were getting hotter every second. Your arm reached the back of his head and you scratched his undercut lovingly as you kissed each other languidly.

The bustling commotions downstairs masked your sweet time with your boyfriend. “M-mm!” His fingers slithered up to the hem of your strap tank top, sending shivers through your body before he caressed your tummy. His palm was so big and warm as it brushed your soft skin. “A-ah~” you breathed in the kiss when the calloused digits stroked your tummy lightly and quickly slid up to rub around your nipple. He chuckled, resting his palm on your belly, knowing that you are ticklish. “Mm.” You savored the way his hips rolled against your ass, very slowly.

You switched to rest your dainty hand on his hip to keep going. Ultimately making him go a bit rougher. As his lips smacked yours softly, he slowly lifted the hem of your strap top, revealing your soft round titty. “Ah~” you sighed when the tip of his finger began circling your nipple - right on the center of it. Soft and slowly, just how you like it. “Unh~” your tongues circled around his lovingly as he fondled the little pebble, hardening under the tip of his finger, before his lips enveloped yours lovingly.

“Unh~” you moaned softly as he kneaded your soft breast and rutted his hips against you, rocking you as you laid on your side. You felt the pressure on your ass, his cock behind the zipper poking at it. “U-unh~ yuu~” you enjoyed every second of this sweet intimacy with him, making you lift your leg up a bit to give him a better angle, hoping to get him to prod your needy pussy. “Ugh~” he groaned, listening to your soft pants as he watched your body squirm below him, and your tit in his grasp.

You felt weak. No. Needy - lying on your side like this as he humped you.

You wanted more.

As if he read your mind, he pecked you on the lips and quickly leaned back. You pouted, pulling him back to your ass but to no avail. You were so wet in the deep valley of your legs from the inside of your lounge shorts.

“Get on your knees, babe.” He muttered, twitching in his pants.

Soon after, the sheets were shifting below your feet as you got on all fours, close to edge of the bed. Your plump tits were hanging out shamelessly as the top was folded up to your chest. You were a quivering mess, anticipating what would happen next. You felt his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and he gently pulled it down to your knees and slid it off your ankles. “Mm-Unh~” He suddenly spreads your cheeks, pushing you forward to get a better view of your pretty pussy. You felt completely bare - out in the open as a matter of fact. He can even see your cute little bush, hiding your tiny bud in between your puffy lips. “Mm.” You stood there, feeling his brown orbs admiring your glistening flesh. He knows what he’s going to do it - how’s gonna do you.

“…”

All you can hear was the white noise of the video game playing in the background and silverware clinking downstairs.

“Y-yuu-“

“Move up a bit.” He cut you off.

You crawled to face the headboard and below were your comfy pillows. The bed dipped when his knees were on it as he carefully gets behind you. You suddenly gasped when his soft lips kissed your back randomly. You felt the wetness on your skin. His firm hands rested on your hips and pulled you back to his, feeling the denim material graze your pussy. Gently, he pushed his hips forward, his fingers slightly digging into your hips to anchor you. You were getting rocked slowly by his steady thrusts.

“Mm~” you moaned lowly, switching to resting on your elbows and spreading your knees apart more. “Unh~” you sighed softly, feeling your wet puffy slit rubbing against his denim crotch softly, the zipper prodding your needy clit. His lazy thrusts went on for a while, forming a little splotch on the denim material. You arched your back, digging your knees into the bed to feel more of the friction. “Unh baby~” you panted, earning a soft chuckle from the pink haired male behind you. At that moment, he started bucking his hips against you. “M-mm~” you quivered messily, relishing the zipper bumping your needy pussy. Your gratifying moans came out messily while your jiggling tits were rubbing against the soft plush pillows.

“U-unh~” you sighed messily to his teasing thrusts as your hard nipples rubbed against the soft sheets. “Y-yuu~” you felt hot and needy from his teases, pulsating everytime the zipper bumped your glistening slit as he thrusted. Your sweet aching hole kept on clenching on nothing, aching for him to just fuck you now. He watched your sweet ass jiggling, biting his lip as he goes. His shorts was starting to get a little tight and messy. “Mm!” He pressed his hips very roughly against your ass and slowed down. “Ugh…” he sighed, circling his hips back and forth, watching the strings of your arousal marking the denim fabric. It felt rough and soft against your pussy, making your wetter every time the material stroked your throbbing slit. Giving you a more slick and satisfying feeling rubbing your pussy.

Suddenly, quick movements from behind you piqued your cloudy mind. “Hm?” Your flushed face started pouting on the pillow. You were about to lift your head up to see but you gasped when you felt a pair of soft lips kiss the curve of your ass. He planted kisses all around it, slowly.

“Mm~” His calloused thumb dipped into your puffy lips. So warm, he thought as it glided through your slick flesh. “Mm~” you moaned sweetly, rocking your hips as he did, opening you up. “Ah~” you sighed, circling your hips steadily while his soft lips kissed your curved ass slowly. Your gratified sighs filled the air, mixed with your sweet hums from the friction.

He planted one last kiss and spread your cheeks out. “Yuu~” you mumbled shyly in the pillow as he pushed you forward, ready for his crafty tongue. He leaned forward, feeling your warmth close to his lips. “Unh~” you waited patiently for him, feeling a slight wiff of his breath brush your slit. He kissed right next to it as his brown orbs narrowed your pussy and leaned back, focusing on how wet you are right now.

Look at that pretty pussy.

His brown orbs dilated darkly when you pulsated, making his dick twitch and his pulse almost skip a beat.

“Yuu-“

*smack!*

“Mm~Agh!” He kneaded the round flesh roughly and glided his tongue into your pussy. “Mm~” you groaned heavily and shivered from the strokes, making him chuckle when he licked your flesh greedily. You were gasping for air, whimpering his name breathlessly in the pillow as your fingers curled into the pillowcases. “U-Unh!” Your stomach pushed in achingly as the tip of his tongue fondled your throbbing clit. Your toes kept spreading out everytime he circled your bundle of nerves so well, cramping up in the sheets. “Unh~fuck...” you panted, squirming in his iron grip.

“Yeah…!”You whispered half loudly to the starving male, drooling on the pillow.

“Y-yeah baby!” He focused on flicking your clit feverishly that you had to shut your eyes.

“Unh!” The tip felt so warm and tingly on your throbbing clit. “O-oh god..!” Your brows deepened with content.

Your whispers and low heavy groans filled the pink lit bedroom. You were trying not to be so loud but he was eating you up so well. “Mm!” You quivered, his hefty hands gripping your cheeks more roughly as the warm appendage swiped your slit greedily. “Awh yeah baby~” you whined, reaching for the back of his hand. “Oh fuck…” he switched to resting and applying pressure on your heat, heeding the slow sweet sounds of his tongue pressing against it, softly and messily.

*squelch….squelch…squelch* he listened to the sweet sounds of your plush pussy.

“Ugh~” you cried out weakly, switching to grabbing your tit for control and squeezing it. You were pulsating too much. “Mm…” he moaned, switching to open mouth kissing it thickly and slowly, slobbering his pink lips. “Ahhhhh~” your head lifted off up from the sweet friction, throbbing from the thick kisses, especially on the sensitive nub.

He loves your fleshy lips so much.

“Mmm~” he moaned deeply, listening to his lips smacking against the flesh lovingly. He opened his eyes and turned his head a bit, eyeing your mirror handing in your bedroom door. The sweet curve of your ass close to his face was reflecting in the mirror. His orbs trailed up to your face as he ate you up. Your pouty face was too cute. “Hehehe.” He watched it scrunching up continuously against the pillow for a moment before turning back to his favorite meal with a messy smirk.

“Mm~” he moaned again when he kissed it lovingly, quick but gentle kisses planted on your fleshy pussy. “Ah~” you watched his side profile in the mirror. “Unh fuck ~” you whispered weakly, eyes never escaping the sight of him eating you so well. His bravely hands were so big grabbing your spread ass roughly. “Unh~yuu~” your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

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Your soft praises came out in breathless whispers, filling his head while the thick strings of your arousal fell onto the bed sheets. “Unh~lick my pussy…~” you sighed heavily, slowly rolling your hips up and down for that sweet-sweet friction.

“Unh-uuuunh~” you drawled heavily in the pillow when he circled your hard throbbing clit. “M-mrrm~” you twitched abruptly, the warm pressure felt way too good.

“Mmm~” you smiled weakly at his reflection, reveling in eating your sweet pussy. He loves how fleshy and fat it looks when he gives it attention. The lazy wet sounds gave you butterflies. You caressed the back of his hand feathery to reward him while his saliva and your arousal drips onto the pink blanket. “Ahhhhh…ssss.” You breathed out in relief, your tummy aching and your pussy pulsating excitedly when he flicked it feverishly.

Your eyes were getting more glassy every second.

His cock was getting too hard inside his shorts from your weak pants. “Ahhhh~” he breathed out, slowly gliding the tip of his tongue down to your clit and up to your clenching hole. Back to back. “Unh yeah~…yeah…” you sighed against the pillow. your eyes were getting hazy again, reveling in how he always eats it, slow and steady with good pressure.

*SLUUUURRRPPP*

“Mmmmmm~”You whined at the long pitched sound, blushing shyly as you started squirting discreetly from the latching of his lips. “Mmm~” he moaned, drinking it so satisfyingly as you whined, failing to stop squirting in his mouth. You arched your back from the feeling of his soft lips latching onto your pussy, pulsating from the warm sensation. “Eep!” You squeaked, when his tongue started flicking all over your slit.

“Ugh..! Aaagh!” You cried lowly, trembling uncontrollably as he was still latching on it. “Ha..!” You gasped softly on the feeling of your clit getting sucked abruptly and started gushing roughly into his mouth.

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“Mmm….” You whimpered weakly in the pillow, pulsating weakly as he still ate your overstimulated pussy for a few more seconds.

*Smooch* He kissed it to finish it off and leaned back, sitting on his knees.

*SMACK!!*

You whimpered breathlessly from the stings of your ass.

“Hehehe.” He chuckled at your breathless form and smiled down at his erection hidden behind his shorts. It was aching to be freed from restraint. He was way too hard to be held back.

It seeks for relief from his one and only who can help him.

He licked his lips and quickly unzipped his fly, piquing your ears. You didn’t miss it when his aching cock flung out of his shorts after he pulled it out in the mirror. Your mouth started salivating at the sight after he threw his shorts somewhere in the room. He wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and began stroking slowly. Your orbs started at the reflection, distracted by the way he stroked it with good control, the tip getting squeezed every time he did. “Fuck...” he whispered heavily, stroking it a bit tighter. It never ceases to amaze him on how hard you make him feel every time.

It was so hard, curved and twitchy. He was hard as a rock.

He moved up a bit to align himself, resting his hand on your lower back.

“Unh…” you moaned. he started rubbing the mushroom tip in between your puffy lips slowly, dipping into your folds. You shut your eyes, feeling it glide through your puffy pussy. It was warm and hard, making your pussy throb. “You like that huh?” he whispered, smirking down at your side profile on the pillow. Looking like you’re in heaven. “Mm~” he heeded your moans as he watched his task, flicking your wet slit. “Unh~” he pressed his cock, stirring up your senses. “Ssss…ohh~.” He hissed. You felt so hot. “Mmm~” he added deeply, poking your entrance teasingly, aching to fuck you senselessly. Your arousal glazed the mushroom tip as he did. “Fuck.” He muttered and pulled back.

He started slapping his cock on your ass before preparing himself. “Alright.” He whispered, aligning his cock to your pussy. Slowly, he pushed into your fluttering heat, making the two of you groan harmoniously. He threw his head back, relishing how warm and gummy you feel. “Oh fuck.” He almost fainted while he slid inside of you slowly. You savored the perfect stretch and the way thick skin of his shaft slid into your wet fluttering hole.

You were getting wetter and wetter every second.

“You okay, babe?” He muttered, fully inside of you. You moaned in agreement, feeling him thrust extremely slowly for a “pre-feel”. He snickered and rested his hands on your hips.

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8PM

He started off with his hips rolling up to your own slowly. Gently stroking your gummy walls lovingly. Your ass and tits was jiggling steadily in between his soft thrusts. He rocked his hips up with good measure, almost as if he dancing behind you lovingly. “Mm~” he hummed, watching your ass slapping against his hips from his slow but rhythmic thrusts. “Shit.” His mouth drew saliva from the view and hissed. Your dowey eyes were focused on the mirror, watching it jiggle in the dim lit room . “Mm~” you sighed, feeling and listening to the gentle smacks of your ass as he did. You loved the way his curved cock slid into you and out so lewdly. The pink highlights of your room complemented his glistening cock.

You closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of your body getting rocked to his gentle thrusts. “Ahhh…” he sighed softly, his mouth agape as he felt the sweet prickles around his length. “Ooh fuck yeah.” He hissed, gently pushing your hips back to his own for a deeper feeling.

“U-unh~” His long strokes stirred your senses, fluttering around him as began to slowly pick up his pace.

*clap..! Clap…! clap..!*

The bed was creaking. His fingers were digging into your hips, giving you butterflies. “Fuck…” you sighed, dizzily looking at him in the mirror as you breathed out on your pillow. Your miles brushed the soft pillowcases, sending prickles over your body. “Sssss…yeah…” he whispered hotly. “You like that baby?” He muttered, heeding the sweet skin slapping sounds increasing every second he upped the pressure gradually.

“U-uu-nh~yeah.” You sung out messily, his gifted dick rubbing all the right spots. His thighs were gradually slamming the back of yours roughly. “U-u-uuunh~” your face was sliding on the pillow as he fucked you so well. He always starts off slow and eventually gets rougher. You love every second of it.

“Such a good fucking pussy” he hissed and smacked your ass. You whined and gripped the sheets for control. “Yeah…give me that pussy.” He bucked his hips roughly, feeling your plush walls squeeze him lovingly. He switched to gripping your thighs, making you dig your knees deeper into the bed to feel him more.

“Y-yuu!” He fucked you feverishly, worried that your parents might come upstairs. “A-awh!” Your face scrunched up and your mouth widened when the tip kept poking your g-spot. “That’s it baby..!” He whispered thickly. “Awgh..!” His heart dropped when you clenched him. You managed to look back at him, resting on your elbow and your hand grabbing your ass cheek, feeling your tits jiggled recklessly in the air from his pace.

“ ah~yeah baby~” you sighed messily, panting as he fucked your g-spot deeply while you grabbed the curve of your ass more of that sweet friction, sending sharp prickles in your needy pussy.

“M-m-mmm..!Just like that…yeah..!” You whispered to him with so much need, his dark brown eyes piercing into yours with deep lust. “A-ahhhh~” you sighed sloppily, throwing your head back, making him ram cock into you. Your untidy sighs makes him go feral, sending butterflies in his aching stomach as he slams into you. He switched to resting his hands on the wall. “Ah~” you whispered angelically and shabbily at the feathery sensations, and laid down on the pillow weakly.

You were going to cum.

The thick wet slapping sounds from your greedy cunt filled the air, ringing in his ears.

Luckily the background music of the video game menu was disguising your intimacy.

Hopefully.

You couldn’t tell, you couldn’t hear anything except yours and his neediness and his greediness spreading all over your needy body after all this time.

“Unh~” you cried weakly in the pillow, pulsating rapidly when you suddenly cummed. “Y-yuuuu~” you whined again, quivering as he kept going, thrusting hungrily into your sobbing cunt.

Four quick thrusts in and he pressed his hips to your own. “Fuuuck~” he mumbled heavily, shivering as he shoots inside your walls.

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8:30PM

“Feels so fucking good~…mmm~” He praised, smiling drunkenly up to you while his toes curled up in content as you bounced on his stiff cock. “Awwhhh…” he breathed out in satisfaction, loving the feeling of you bouncing your soft ass on him slowly and sweetly; like a spoiled princess.

The bed creaked steadily as you did. You let out a soft giggle as you watched him hazily with your hands standing like pillars on either side of his head. The way his cock never cease to strike your gummy walls and poke your g-spot sent you into cloud 9. “Unh~” Your body felt so putty and feathery as you rode it gently. “Mm.” You leaned forward to kiss him. His soft hands caressed your back and down to your sides lovingly as you enveloped each other’s lips languidly. He thrusted up everytime you landed on his lap, rubbing your gummy spot. “Ah fuck…yuu~” he thrusted lazily into your fluttery cunt, glaze and warm in your arousal. “Such a good pussy baby~” he whispered, cupping your soft tits. “Ssss…mmmm~” he moaned, reveling in your sweet warmth. You were so comfy and warm around his length, giving him butterflies in his stomach. “Fuck~” he added, feeling your prurience dripping down his cock.

*Smack!!*

You whimpered, pulsating from the stings of his hand resting on the curve of your ass. He quickly pushed his feet in and switched to grabbing your ass, spreading you open when he started thrusting into your heat feverishly.

“Uuuuunh~” you let out a drawled messy moan. Your body was so hot and jiggly above him. “Oh f-fuck…” you whispered messily, feeling his dick slamming into you greedily. “Y-y-yuuu~” you called out breathlessly as you heeded his needy thrusts.

*clap, clap, clap, clap!”*

The rapid sounds stirred up your body feathery, making you spread your legs out more for a much more deeper feeling. “F-f-uuck..!” You muttered, your head thrown back. “Agh..!” He groaned and hissed, pushing your hips down to his greedy dick. Your messy pants filled the air, clouding his mind as he anchored your putty form. “Ha..h-haaa~” you panted messily, loving the way it shoves into your sobbing hole at such speed.

“Come on, baby. Come on..!” He praised, feeling your fluttering hole crumbling around him. You whined and began bouncing on his greedy cock weakly. The sounds of skins slapping on each other grew thicker and thicker, making him chuckle.

*smack!*

“That’s it.” He praised and cupped your tits. “Uuuugh~” he pushed his head back to the pillow deeply. “Sssss….ahhhhh…” he breathed out in deep relief, feeling light as a feather. You whined as your ass met his greedy hips, his pelvis slapping your puffy pussy lips lewdly. You closed your eyes, feeling that syrupy sensation forming a warm knot in your tummy.

You’re gonna cum.

You focused on the feelings of your pussy getting slammed by his thrusts, the thick cob webby strings sticking on his pelvis and your puffy lips, the sounds filling your ears and the way your body jiggled frantically, your lips started to open slowly. Feeling your clit pulsating from the overwhelming sensations all at once.

“O-ooh..!” You croaked, your brows deepening. You started gasping for air as the waves started traveling through your veins coldly. You hips started twitching —

*spurt!*

You gushed out your liquids roughly. “A-ah!” You groaned heavily in a whisper, pulsating erratically. “Ahh…fuck yeah..” he praised, slowing his pace down as it pooled down his sack. “A-agh!” You gripped the headboard for control as you cummed uncontrollably.

“Mm. Yeah baby” he whispered again, looking up at you like you were his angel. “Mmm” leaned forward and mouthed your soft tit. He sucked your nipple lovingly as you whimpered and quivered messily around his cock. “Ahh..” he breathed out from the fluttering sensations and sucked it again as he circled his hips up lovingly. “Come.” He pulled you down to his chest and kissed you. “Mm.” You kissed him lovingly, his cock thrusting lazily with enough pressure as he held you around your waist and the other on the curve of your ass.

You sweet whines of pure content filled his mind. “Mmm~” he moaned in the kiss,

Caressing your ass softly to reward you as he heeded the watery sounds of your sweet sweet pussy. “Ah~” he sighed softly as he looked at you, rolling his hips up lovingly to your heat. “Ah fuck~” he sighed again, breathing in your face softly. “Mmm.” He moaned deeply when your wrapped your lips around his and squeezed him.

His soft exhales filled the dim lit room as you rode his cock so sexily. The sheets were shifting under his feet constantly in satisfaction. He loves it when you ride him slowly and clench him when you sink down to his cock. “Ah…” he sighed softly as he thrusted into you gently. The loud banters of your parents and their friends echoed through the hallway and into your bedroom from downstairs. Soon after, his arms wrapped around your back and

he went back to bucking his hips feverishly. You heeded his greedy thrusts slamming into your plush and sore pussy.

*Creak..! Creak..! Creak..!*

“A-ah~” you moaned lowly, looking at him lovingly as he held you tightly. “Aaaahhh~” he drawled lowly in your chest. You arched your back for more friction, stretching your sweet hole for if his sweet strokes.

The bed creaked rapidly but steadily as he was being mindful of your parents and their guests downstairs. But who knows. “Unh~”The quick soft sounds of thighs slapping each other were making you pulsate.

Your tits were jiggling on his glistening chest. You didn’t care if the two of you caught but you knew how much he did — even during heated sessions like this. You only cared about how good he’s actually fucking you again right now. And like always, keeping you close to him, in his arms during times like this…

“Ahh…fuck .” He sighed breathlessly, he gritting fuck you quietly as his brows were furrowing in deep content. You almost giggled in his embrace. his persistence in being a good boyfriend to your parents was so cute. You squeezed him tightly to reward him and he lost it.

“Awh!” He suddenly gripped the back of your thighs roughly, making your heart sink and slammed his cock into you. “Gimme your pussy baby.” He growled deeply in a whisper, looking up at you heinously in lust.

“U-Ungh!” You cried. He shoved it into you roughly. “Yuu!” You whispered half loudly, squirting uncontrollably.

“Ah!” You squeaked out, your fluids gushed out forcefully.

He hissed longingly at the squeezing sensations, feeling his release coming in seconds.

“Uuuunh.” He grunted painfully as he pushed his head back into the pillow, cumming inside of you. His hips kept twitching as he attempted to thrust himself into your creamy pussy. “U-ugh…sssss.” He circled his hips weakly as he twitched. You humped the shaft to help him cool off as you looked down at his flushed face. “Unh~” you sighed softly and squirted a bit, cupping his face. “Ugh..fuck.” He circled his hips very slowly to relish your sweet creamy warmth once more.

“Mmm~” He slowly opened his eyes and smirked. “You okay, baby?” You smiled softly making him chuckle. “God. Your pussy does wonders to me.” You giggled at his remark and kneaded your tits shyly. His eyes flickered down to your fingers rubbing your nipples lovingly. “Felt good?” You nodded, smiling shyly when he works his hands up to your breasts.

Soft kisses rang between to you two for a little while before he pulled his cock out. You whined, making him chuckle. “You loved it that much?” He bit his bottom lip cockily.

You pouted in obviousness.

End.

Aizen: I'm going to overthrow the natural order of things by conducting experiments, backstabbing everyone, taking over Hueco Mundo, vaporizing a city, and killing the Soul King.

Kisuke: ...that sounds like a lot of work and possibly doomed to failure. I'm just gonna bring reality television shows to the Seireitei and let people overthrow the natural order for me.

Aizen: ...what?

Kisuke: What?

king would be an aries...

I didn't have time to hit a particular day, but I did want to get in a Happy Birthday for my favorite crazy mad scientist! Stay psycho, Captain Kurotsuchi! 😘

color pencil on black paper original line art from the official Bleach coloring book

Kiss me, you animal

I need to take you in real slow

'cause dying on your lips is how I wanna go

Feed us some shinji smut (and angst) 😻😻😻🙏🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭😭

All I have now are wilted flowers.

Starring: Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (platonic relationship);

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, angst, betrayal, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, morally grey reader, turn back the pendolum arc, blood, manipulative reader, toxic behavior, psychological manipulation (Aizen vexing the reader), unhealthy codependency (the reader is deeply attached to Aizen);

Plot: looking back at your relationship with Captain Hirako, you could not help but ask yourself: was it ever really love, if the night your brother supposedly sacrificed him, you did not step in to save him?

Luscious, silky strands resembling the warm rays of the sun curtained you off from the rest of the world. His breath was labored, his jaw clenched and his slender fingers were digging into the tender flesh of your wrists with such a brutal force you would have not been surprised to spot crescent marks on them the following day. You drove him crazy. When you were around, the Captain of the Fifth Division stopped flaunting and dropped to his knees to worship every inch of your skin. You made him desperate for your attention.

And you loved it.

The formal power imbalance between you two was actually reversed. You were the fourth seat of his Division, he was your Captain, he should have held some kind of authority over you. Sadly, he did not. You had him wrapped around your finger, crawling to you like a madman, begging you for nights of passion in his chambers. You were his safe haven.

And now, as you let him smash his lips against yours, tongue lapping at your mouth to open it, you knew damn well who was in control between you two.

“You know, I can’t wait to replace your surname with mine. — he uttered, hands skimming down your abdomen to reach your core, pressed against his knee — Mrs. Hirako sounds pretty good, don’t you think?” he crooned, moaning at the sight of your juices leaking over his rotula. You were a sight to behold.

His words should have made your heart thrum in your chest. The man you loved had just revealed his intention to make you his wife. Too bad you had buried your feelings and humanity so deep in your chest you had no idea where that stupid organ, keeping you alive, was wallowing in despair. There had been a time in your life, when you had genuinely loved him. It did not cost you any effort flirting with Shinji, hanging out with him hours past the curfew to wait for the dawn together, sipping saké on the rooftop of the Fifth Division.

You had cherished your first kiss with devotion for months, you had rejoiced that he never forgot to send you a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers at your dorm every Monday morning.

And then you had told your brother that you had fallen for your Captain.

Since that day, you had not been the same anymore. Your bond with Shinji was a strategical move. Sosuke had told you he was glad you had experimented such a strong feeling for someone but, for your own good, it would have been better if you guarded your heart from the pain of the future loss. Shinji Hirako, your Captain, your Shinji, had to die.

And, after leaving your brother’s office that evening, you had died too.

You did not share your brother’s thirst for power. Surely, however, you were terrified of losing him. If you did not partake to his plan, he would have probably risked his life. Choosing between your own flesh and blood and the man you loved broke you. Eventually, though, you chose to protect yourself. No more feelings, no more love. You could make the most of the time with Shinji without compromising your brother’s plan. You would have forced yourself to see the love of your life as a mission to accomplish.

And that fool in love did not notice anything off about you. When he kissed you, you melted in his arms the same way you did, when you first sealed your fate on his thin lips.

“Let me be on top” you suddenly whispered, shoving him off of you and flipping him over, watching him eagerly laying on his back.

Shinji did not protest, his hands gliding up your hipbones, cupping your waist to balance you on top of him with care. You took a hold of his cock, the tip leaking with precum, as you delicately rubbed your thumb over it, diligently smearing the translucent substance all around the pinkish head. How many times had you done that for him? Too many to count, but his reaction remained the same. He groaned, eyes rolling in the back of his skull, whilst he spasmodically buckled his hips up to get your attention.

He needed you and he would have needed you every single night of his life. As you pumped his shaft in your hand a couple of times, his half-lidded eyes locked with yours and, in that moment, you knew. You knew he would have always looked at you the same way he was doing now: enamoured.

He loved you. And he would have loved you forever, even if you were going to twist a dagger in his heart and push his rotting corpse in Hell, where Captains belonged.

You took a sharp intake of air, as you lined his cock to your entrance, gradually lowering yourself down to let his girth part your walls. Was there something real in what you were doing? Yes, there was. But you indoctrinated yourself with believing it was just physical pleasure. You were ensnaring your own senses in a bottle, tossing it far away for you to never be able to reach it again, to uncork it and breathe in the true essence of love you had been deprived of for years now, for the sake of your brother.

Shinji grunted, hands squeezing your ass as he watched you rotate your hips sensually above him. You were the gooddess he believed in, the only woman who had been able to rip his chest open and surgically remove his heart. How could he not trust you to look after it for him?

“What do you think?” he asked you, foreteeth sinking onto his bottom lip, when you set up a quicker pace, riding him as if you meant it. And maybe you did. Or maybe not. But how could he know you were not the same girl who had told him ‘I love you’, more than a decade ago, in a old hay loft you had found shelter from the rain in, or that you were not the shy, young girl who wrote little poems for him to read before falling asleep?

You moaned under your breath “About what?”.

“How does Mrs. Hirako sounds to you?”.

“Like a dream”.

He pushed himself up, pressing his forehead against yours, lips chasing your glossy ones in feverish kisses “Then marry me”.

You did not have a heart anymore. There was a hole where it was supposed to be, right? Then why did you almost feel that stupid organ skip a beat in your chest. You were better than that. You were not the type to fall for heartwretching words like these. You could not fall for Shinji Hirako, the goofy Captain of the Fifth Division, all over again.

You smiled against his lips, kissing him back, avoiding answering because it was easier to let him believe you were too emotional to say something else than shuddery breaths and moans. He did not let you rest, though. Shinji thrusted upwards, cutting your breath off, before sliding one arm around your waist to keep you firmly archored to him.

“Don’t you dare ignoring what I said” he rasped out, watching your mouth part in obscene cries of pleasure he was eliciting with his rough, steady thrusts, preventing you from moving freely. You were at your limit and he knew your body language. He was close too and you could see it in his eyes, pupils dilated, and in the way he hissed when you reached your climax.

“When? When should I marry you?”.

“Now”.

You chuckled, shaking your head tiredly “Don’t be ridiculous”.

He bit down softly on your jawline, nuzzling his nose down the curve of your neck “Then tonight. Meet me in my dream. I will make you my wife”.

When he suddenly pulled out of you, spilling his seed down on your belly, you wondered if he would have said the same thing again, had he be knowing what would have happened that night. But you could not care about it, not when telling him not to leave his barracks would have meant betraying Sosuke.

You kissed him, one last time, passionately, ignoring the lump in your throat when you provided him the only answer he had been anguishing to hear from you “I’ll be there”.

And you were there. Hair neatly combed, eyes clouded over in a mixture of apathy and dread, as you rested your hand on the hilt of your zanpakuto, you stared at the horizon in trepidation. They were coming. He was coming.

Everything was going according to your brother’s plan. Tosen was standing a few feet away from you, silent, as Sosuke and Gin approached you two. There was no need to say anything. His caramel eyes lingered on your face in pride, a faint smile gracing his lips to praise you for your service. You had worked hard for the sake of your brother’s plan. For a better future. You had proved yourself worthy to follow him, to be a member of his deranged, secret society. His docile, sweet sister, the little girl who always followed him around, who trusted him blindly in every decision he made, even when they lived in the Rukongai. Maybe, this was the reason why you had given up on your happiness to see Sosuke triumph over the system.

Sosuke had always been right. He had to be right this time too.

“I will leave him to you” Sosuke said then, before ambling off to hide himself, as soon as he heard fast footsteps approach the area. Then you felt it. Captain Hirako’s reiatsu, strong and comforting at the same time, rained down on you. You flash-stepped a few feet ahead, meeting your opponent midway, hand hastily unsheathing your blade and holding it upfront, the metal shining ominously underneath the moonlight.

When the Captain halted right in front of you, your grip on your sword intensified. Face to face, standing on opposing sides for the first time ever, you witnessed to the way fear contorted his face. Had you been summoned to investigate too? He could swear he had not heard your name leave Captain Yamamoto’s mouth. Not even your brother, his Lieutenant, had been sent to look for the missing members of the Ninth squad.

“What are you doing here?” he hesitated, but you did not flinch, or budge to reply. His words remained unheard. Shinji could not believe his eyes. Your silence was the unequivocal proof you were involved in whatever phenomenon was happening in the Soul Society.

Shinji straightned his back, hand reaching for his own weapon, but his movements seemed somewhat not as determined as they usually were during a fight.

He was used to handle ferocious Hollows and belligerent Ryokas, not you. Not his reason to be a better man. Nothing made sense. Not your cold eyes, your defensive stance, the droplets of dried blood on your cheekbone and clothes.

Where was his darling?

“Answer me!” he shouted, just as Lisa and the Captains of the Third and Seventh Divisions joined the battlefield with horrified and disortiented expressions plastered over their faces. Still, the broken one, the man having an existential crisis was Shinji. You were not close to the others, but you were close to him, you were his woman. The one he loved. You should have cared about his opinion on you.

At your refusal to dignify him with an explanation, he lost his mind. He charged towards you, eyes filled with sufferings, regrets, whilst he swung his sword towards you. Stepping aside, you let the Hollowfied Lieutenant of the Twelfth Divison clash with him.

A groan of pain, blood splattering on the ground, you watched your lover fall on his knees with a thud, hand clutching his injured shoulder. There were tears in his eyes, fury in the way he screamed up at the sky, desperate, as he watched his other companions being tossed around and knocked down by the former Captain and Lieutenant of the Ninth Division.

“Why?” the words were thrown at your face, his voice uncharacteristically raw, as you turned your back at him to leave space to your cunning brother. You did not want to answer. Mostly, because what you had done was unforgivable. Probably, if he knew who really were, he would have deemed you unlovable too. But this was a misconception. He wanted to understand, he demanded answers, he would have forgiven you, if only you gave him the chance to.

As a coward, though, all you did was looking up at the sky. A single tear running down your cheek as you left him for a century with words meant to torment you more than they did to him “I won’t apologize for having ruined your life. But I do hope that you won’t hate me forever”.

As if he would have been able to hate you at all.

When you headed back to your dorm that night, the first thing you set your eyes on were the flowers he had gifted you last Monday. Monday, right. What day was it again? Monday, the bloody, forsaken Monday. Everything had come to an end in a matter of hours. Those were the last flowers your beloved Captain had donated to you, to help you remind you of him, to be the symbol of your love, of your once flourishing feelings. What remained now of your love?

Nothing.

He had left you with nothing, but a bunch of wilted flowers that still smelt like him.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Your queen of angst is back. I have hurt my goofy potato, I’m sorry. Still, someone had asked for him to suffer and I have gladly delivered this. Hoping you have enjoyed the meal, I will wait for your feedback. Likes, comments and re-posts are appreciated!

Love,

Luce.

Credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

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dollface

Based on this beautiful request from my sister wife @tomitsulikeslemons <3

Another Friday night had come and gone. It was sometime past one in the morning, the dance floor packed, vibrating with hip hop music, and colorful lights weaved through the sea of sweaty, intoxicated bodies. You and your friends had wriggled your way out of the crowd, off to have one last drink, though none of you needed it. That was evident in the way you sauntered through the stuffy air carelessly, a slant in your step, every thought, thing, person, scenario funnier than it really was, reality viewed through a different lens. By the way your friends talked and acted you knew they shared your state of mind, the trio of you fueled off one another. 

What you didn't share with them was your desire to leave this place. Dancing to the latest hits was fun for a while, but your heart craved something else. All night you'd longed for a change of scenery, a specific place in mind. Most of the bars would be closing soon. You'd shied away from bringing it up all night, but halfway through what was supposed to be your final drink, it became now-or-never.

"We should go to the jazz bar!" you announced, beaming excitedly to hide the embarrassed blush coating your cheeks. 

As expected, you were immediately met with resistance, both of your friends giving you eye rolls, exhausted groans and disapproving shakes of the head. 

"Seriously?!" One of them grumbled, unafraid to give it to you straight. "That place is sooo dead. Every time we go there it makes me want to fall asleep," she voiced dramatically. Your other friend nodded her agreement, taking a long, tired sip from her drink. 

"It's romantic and luxurious," you countered. "You just don't know how to appreciate good music." It was your turn to take a long sip now, glancing to the side and raising your eyebrows over your glass. 

"HEY!" She shouted while your other friend simultaneously accused, "oh, please, we all know you're not going for the music."

"Yes I am!" You whined defensively, though you understood immediately what she meant, especially by the shit-eating grin spreading on her face. 

"That's right," your other friend giggled, catching on, the two of them exchanging devious glances. "You only got into jazz because you want the owner's PICKLE!" She chanted the last bit, cupping her hands around her mouth for the whole club to hear, or at least those nearby. 

"It’s not true!" You hissed. "Maybe I just like going somewhere where random men aren't constantly trying to get behind me like dogs!" You took another drink from your glass, nervously chugging.

"Yeah, yeah, none of them can compare to your little jazz boyfriend, we know," your friend snorted. The other joined in her laughter, the two of them like goofy, taunting hyenas. 

"I'm - I can't - that's not even remotely true," you stammered, repeating yourself, crossing your arms over your chest, looking all too interested at the contents in your glass. 

"She's blushing!" They pointed at and prodded your cheeks. 

"My cheeks always get red when I drink!" You snapped back, swatting their hands away. 

"Okay, okay," your friend giggled, waving her hand dismissively to get you to calm down. "We'll go with you."

"Really?" 

"If," she paused for effect, "you admit you want to get the mario coins knocked out of you by the owner."

"You're insane,” you scoffed and shook your head.

"No, you are,” your other friend jumped back in. “We're your best friends! You can tell us! We make great wing women." She grinned and nudged your other friend.

"You do not-"

You were interrupted by her beginning to mock you, words you would never say, altering her voice to sound high-pitched and damsel-in-distress-y, “you’re the only one who truly understands music, Daddy!”

“Let’s listen to some of your jazz while we fuck!” Your other friend naturally went along. 

They carried on, one of them moaning and tossing her hair while the other sang a classic jazz song in a deep, cartoony voice. A group of men nearby started to look over, curious at the spectacle. It was then that you clapped your hands over each of their mouths, silencing their torment.

One of them licked your hand, causing you to recoil. "Sorry,” she giggled. “We're done."

"Well, I'm not interested in going anymore,” you pouted. 

"Don't be so stubborn,” your friend said, taking a quick sip of her drink and stirring the ice around. “Let me finish my drink. Then we can go see your man," she promised.

Your pout twitched, etching into a smile while your other friend winked at you and began to chug her glass. 

Not much later, the three of you took to the streets, staggering along to the jazz bar you adored so much. With each step you found yourself turning inward, getting in your head about your appearance and your general vibe. You hoped your makeup and hair didn’t look too run-down from the night’s activities, or that it wasn’t too obvious in your heavily-lidded eyes that you were far from sober. You even found yourself smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in your long, elegant dress, a piece you had picked out with the intention of ending up here later tonight. The closer you got to your destination, the more you attempted to straighten out, to walk more gracefully and practice opening lines in your mind. Your anxious thoughts only ceased when your trio clicked up to the bouncer, arms interlocked, no need to show him your IDs. You were familiar faces at this establishment after all. 

But then, he wasn’t stepping aside, didn’t lift the velvet rope and gesture you in as he normally did with a “welcome back, ladies.” He stood firm with his hands clasped, forcing a practiced frown as he said instead, "sorry ladies. We're closing up in about fifteen minutes. Can't come in."

Your heart sank. Dramatic as it was, you felt your night had been wholly ruined by this piece of information, by this denied entry. Your friends watched your enthusiastic expression fall, and one of them broke from the group immediately, clacking forward with an aggressive, steely look in her eyes that you knew all too well. 

"So? Let us in for fifteen minutes," she demanded, hands on her hips and chest puffed out. 

The bouncer towered over her, unmoving. "We can't.” He shrugged carelessly. “The doors are shut."

His resolute words made you deflate even more, but further provoked your feisty friend. "Seriously?” She shifted her weight onto one leg, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her heel against the concrete. “Where's the owner? I want him to tell us."

"No, no.” You tugged at her elbow, disconcerted by the prospect of bothering him. You pulled her back into line with you and your other friend. “It's fine. We'll go," you said decisively, not wanting to start conflict at his bar.

"Uh, no we won't.” Once she had a mission in mind, she didn’t back down. She raised a manicured pointer finger in the air. “I didn't walk all the way here to get turned away. We come here all the time, and many of those times we were here past two am! Is this how you treat valued customers?!"

The bouncer still didn’t seem to want to budge, looking bored with the three of you. He rolled his neck this way and that while your friend snapped at him, his mind likely only halfway here. It only added to your humiliation, had you angling your feet in the opposite direction, trying to nudge your friends away, but they weren’t conceding. 

"Yeah, c'mon dude, seriously,” your other friend joined in the fray. “Three young things like us?” She gestured between the three of you. “You need us in there."

"Maybe when we opened several hours ago,” he opposed, letting the slightest bit of irritation slip into his tone before regaining his composure. “I really am sorry, girls, but it's policy."

"Policy? Policy?!” That made your temperamental friend explode, her arms flailing about in the air between them. “What are you, the goddamn police?!"

"It's okay!” You pulled her back again, panicked. This had already escalated too far. “We can come another night! No big deal!” You offered a sheepish, crooked smile to the bouncer, chuckling nervously as you attempted to steer your trio away for the last time. “Sorry for the trouble."

"No!” Your friend frowned, stomping her foot childishly, not yet ready to accept defeat. “You were excited! We're not leaving!"

You sighed, exasperated and uncomfortable with so much confrontation at a place you loved so much. "I'm telling you it's-"

"Is there a problem here?" 

The four of you followed the familiar voice, like deers in headlights, peering up at the owner as he stood at the top of the stairs in front of the entrance in a wide stance, eyes narrowed down at the group of you. 

You froze at the sight of him, breath catching in your throat. 

Shinji.

"No, no boss,” the bouncer scrambled to explain, sounding much less indifferent than he had moments ago. The large man turned small in Shinji’s presence, not so tough now. “Just telling these ladies we'll be closing up soon."

His narrowed gaze slid smoothly from his employee over to the three of you. When his eyes met yours, they softened, his glare reserved for man and man only. "Oh, it's my girls."

You squeaked as your friend shoved you forward, nearly knocking you over the rope. You straightened, just like you had practiced, smiling tightly and waving bashfully up at him. 

"Hey, sweetheart,” Shinji chuckled languidly, slowly beginning his descent down the stairs towards you. “Ya coming in?"

"We're trying to,” your friend grumbled from behind, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the bouncer, eager to pin blame on him. “Are you gonna fire this guy or what?" 

"Whatever you want darlin',” Shinji laughed, unhooking the rope and ignoring his bouncer’s dumbfounded expression. “Come on, then."

Your friends giggled excitedly at the VIP treatment, as if they weren’t complaining about having to come here thirty minutes ago, prancing forward and up the stairs. You lingered behind, murmuring another “sorry” to the bouncer before you moved to follow them. 

Shinji held out his arm for you to take. “I was beginning to think I wasn’t gonna get to see ya tonight.” He eyed your figure. “Looking so pretty too.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” You smiled coyly, taking his arm and letting him lead you inside, careful not to trip up the stairs. 

You were met with the usual scene, dim lighting, gold, reds, purples, the woodsy aroma of whiskey mixed with cigar smoke and expensive perfumes, two men gathered in hushed conversation at the bar, a new couple huddled together in the corner playing footsies, an old one twirling with each other on the floor to a romantic tune, glimpses of lovers and loners alike on the balcony, and your friends already spinning each other around, looking wild and beautiful and catching the eyes of most men in here, however young or old. 

Shinji was not one of them, too busy with his eyes on you. “Are ya thirsty, baby doll?”

Every little variation of pet name he gave you made your chest flutter, the sweet names and phrases like doses of sugar coming from him. It gave you a rush, and you couldn’t get enough. You were an addict, constantly coming back for more. “Can I just have a water?”

“You can have whatever you like,” he responded, detaching from your side to slide behind the bar, his bartender occupied with flirtatious women at the end. 

Shinji made quick work of filling your glass, throwing in a lemon and garnishing it with a small flower. You giggled your thanks when he handed it to you, making him grin adoringly as you sipped from the pretty glass, perched in the stool across from him.  

You were working up the courage to launch into conversation with him, racking your brain for how to start calmly when he made you feel so airy and excitable, when one of his regulars was slinking up to the bar, coming to catch up before saying his goodbyes for the night.

“Hey!” Shinji beamed towards him before throwing you an apologetic look. “I’ll be back for ya,” he assured before he was off, playing the gracious owner. 

You waited impatiently for him to return, not-so-subtly watching as he got trapped in one conversation after the next, getting to know some of the unfamiliar faces before they left for the night or revisiting with returning patrons. Envy burned in your chest, observing them stealing away your time with him when you had been waiting for this all night. 

As the clock neared and then passed two am, despite the fact that Shinji never formally kicked anyone out, most people filed out on their own, some stopping him to thank him or to chat about their night or their most recent heartbreak or how their job has been so shitty and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. You supposed you couldn’t blame them - Shinji was easy to talk to, attentive, humorous and ran a damn good establishment, but you couldn’t help the mounting frustration any time another straggler prevented him from making his way back to you, stealing even more precious time as the night progressed into the wee small hours of the morning. You were getting bitter, silently commanding everyone in the room to please, just leave.

Your friends sashayed their way over to you, one of them faking a yawn. “Looks like it’s closing time,” she observed, throwing you a suggestive look.

“You’re leaving?” Your brows furrowed.

“I mean, yeah,” your other friend laughed. “What? You want us to stay and watch when he…” she trailed off, making a lewd gesture with her hands.

“Didn’t realize you were into that,” they joked.

“That’s not going to happen.” You blushed deeply. “And I’m wondering if I should leave with you.” You glanced longingly in Shinji’s direction, watching him speak with an old pair who were here every week. “He seems like he’s pretty busy. I haven’t really got to talk to him all night.” You looked at your glass of melted ice sadly.

“You have to stay!” Your friend urged you. “You came here for a reason. Don’t pussy out.”

“Do you want us to stay until everybody else is gone?” Your other friend offered.

It was tempting, but you weren’t going to make them sit here with you when they were ready to go. Besides, it seemed like there were only a couple of others left aside from the old couple, and all of Shinji’s staff had already cleaned up and gone. If you were staying, surely, it wouldn’t be much longer until you got him all to yourself. Your friend was right. Now was not the time to pussy out. You’d waited this long, what was a little longer?

“That’s okay.” You smiled, getting down from your stool to hug and kiss them goodbye. “Thank you guys for coming with me.”

“You know we always will. Go get some pickle.” They smacked your butt before departing, waving teasingly to Shinji as they sidled past the chattery old people. 

At the sight of their exit, Shinji looked your way, confirming that you were still there, waiting for him. He smirked to himself before turning back to the old couple, exchanging their last words before he helped them out and down the stairs, returning to say and wave goodbye as the other few remaining people wrapped it up and left. 

It was finally just the two of you, the moment you had been wishing for all night. An upbeat jazz song echoed around the vacant space as he made his way back to your side. He looked a little delirious, dark smudges under his wandering eyes, a few more of his buttons undone, revealing more of his chest. He was probably worn out from the long night. It made him look impossibly sexier.    

“Hi,” he greeted playfully.

“Hi,” you said timidly, pushing down the feral urges rising to the surface. “Again. Those old people have a later bedtime than I do.”

Shinji grinned amusedly at your passive aggressive joke. “I’m sorry for disappearing for so long.” He snuck in closer, whispering, “did ya miss me?”

“Maybe,” you whispered back, heating up under his intense gaze.

“I sure missed you,” he confessed, bringing a hand to ghost over your waist. His eyes dropped to follow the motion. “I like this dress,” he complimented. “Yer a real knockout. I was afraid someone else was going to come and snatch you up.”

“You’re being dramatic.” You reached for your hair to smooth down the messy strands.

“I’m not,” he disagreed seriously, his voice dropping an octave. It was silent for a moment, nothing but the surround sound of jazz, and the transition into a slower and more sensual instrumental. “I really am sorry. You shouldn’t have to wait for anyone. By the way, how much trouble did my bouncer give ya earlier?” He raised an eyebrow threateningly. 

“Oh, don’t worry about it, honestly!” You laughed nervously, looking towards the entrance as you thought of his employee and the way he shrunk down when Shinji came outside. You were shrinking now in your own way, having an inkling that if you said the word, he’d truly get fired in a heartbeat, and you didn’t particularly want that on your conscience. “He was just doing his job.”

“His job is to let my girl in, no matter the day or time or whatever the hell else is going on,” Shinji said sternly. “He’s an idiot.”

“I made it in here. No hard feelings.” You tentatively put a hand on his chest, bringing yourself closer to him, some of your fingers curled against his shirt, and others on his bare skin. 

“Yer too forgiving.” He calmed, his chest rising and falling slowly beneath your touch. 

“I just want everyone to be happy.”

“And what about you?”

“Well,” you avoided his eyes as you confessed, “I’m happy now…”

He smiled arrogantly. “Yeah?”

You nodded.

The music played distantly again, reminding you that you were alone with him, the only two around to hear it. Shinji’s hand fell from your waist, coming to rest atop where yours was pressed to his chest. 

“So then, shall we dance?” He asked, grinning mischievously. 

“What?” You nearly gasped, gazing at the empty floor. “I don’t dance - like that!” You panicked, imagining the intimacy of it - his hands on your waist, his body so close, moving in sync with yours to the slow music playing over the speakers. There would be no explaining away your feelings, just movement and lots of eye contact, all body language. You were all talk and no game, wobbling on your heels, sure that you were going to embarrass yourself, that you were going to put his favorite genre to shame, and then it would be all over. 

“Sure ya do,” he chuckled at your jittery state. “Yer just being shy.” He grabbed your hand, pulling it from his chest to entangle his fingers with yours, rubbing your skin with his thumb.

“I really don’t know how to.” You hesitated. “I’ll make a fool of myself.”

He shook his head, bringing the back of your hand to his lips for a chaste kiss. “Let me teach you.” 

Without another word, he was hurrying away, plunging the space into silence. He returned with an old record player, making a comment about the “real deal” as he set it up. He left again in search for a specific record, leaving you to shuffle in place and twiddle your thumbs, rubbing the back of your hand where his lips came and went. 

While you waited, your thoughts ran unchecked, thinking again about him pulling you along the floor to something romantic, your dress swishing about at your ankles, holding his hand long enough for your palm to sweat in his…your heart hammered in your chest, beating to the wrong rhythm. You took steadying breaths, remembering to slow down, to be smooth as jazz. 

Shinji looked your way excitedly, finally putting the record in place. He rushed back over to you, and so as not to waste a moment of the song, he grabbed onto you immediately, a hand on your hip, and another taking your hand. There was no more time to worry, and only time for dance. 

The music began, like stars twinkling, the language of dreams, while strings crooned in the background. Eyes like saucers, you looked to Shinji for guidance on where to put your free hand. “Up here.” He nodded towards his shoulder. 

You delicately placed your hand where he instructed, tensing at the feel of him, at the tiniest movement of his muscles underneath the soft fabric of his dress shirt. You weren’t able to think about it for very long as your feet were pulled into movement, Shinji taking you with him to the melody. 

Of course, you found a way to complicate it, no matter how simple it was. All you had to do was move your feet where he tugged you, but you couldn’t manage even that, staggering in your heels, but he never let you falter too much, tightening his hand on your hip and his other in yours to keep you upright and in line. “Yer alright, yer okay,” he’d say. “I’ve got you.”

He never stopped, covering the expanse of the floor with his eyes on yours. You still couldn’t quite get out of your head, but it was getting easier as the song progressed. You let both Shinji and your intuition guide you, and as such, your clumsiness slowly faded away, replaced by a gracefulness you never knew you had. When you were starting to get the hang of the easy part, he was releasing your hip, keeping your hand in his and twirling you.

You laughed and squealed, feeling more at ease the more playful he was, all of the stress and the worry cascading out of you with the twirl. It was fun, the feeling of being whipped around by him, your dress and hair twirling too, so much so that it had you cheering, “again!” And of course he obliged you, spinning you around once more.  

Shinji must have been feeling as euphoric as you, opening his mouth to belt out a line of the song.

“You’d be hers if only she would call!”

The words, whether they were just lyrics to sing along to or something he really meant, stunted you. Your smile fell, your expression turning serious and fervent as his eyes bore into yours. He grinned at your stunned expression, encouraging you to listen to the lyrics more carefully as he swayed with you. 

It had you relaxing into the movement even more, the placement of your feet and your body’s responses becoming second nature as you honed in on the music. In this, you found a new appreciation for the instruments and their union, much like the way you united with Shinji now, the bliss when certain notes and sounds came together at once. 

Though the music was peaceful, the moment was intense. Your throat tightened with the way he looked at you, the way he moved you and spun you like you were a flower, the way he sang to you, “you’d be hers if only she would call.” Would he be mine? Does he want to be mine?

It had you recounting all of the times you came in here, how he always greeted you with his signature smirk when you came in and let you stay late, making cheeky remarks about whatever outfit you had on that night or paying enough attention to compliment your hair or makeup, telling creepy men to get lost when they approached you, knowing your drink order and making sure it was never empty, playing your favorite songs, walking you out and telling you that he’d see you next time…he always did. 

And tonight, all that transpired, the same protectiveness and pet names and compliments, but now, the dance. You’d always written off his behavior and his words as his personality, a natural flirt, or maybe just the fact that he needed business, and you were naive enough to fall into his trap over and over again. He was sweet and protective to all the women. After all, he’d told your friend “whatever you want darlin’” at her request that he fire the bouncer, and talked to various women, young and old, before they left tonight. 

You couldn’t deny that on your hard days, you thought about it a little too much, wondered what those conversations with other women consisted of, if maybe you were just his Friday girl and on Saturday he had another little doll staggering up to the velvet rope, batting her lashes and getting him to fulfill her every wish and command, just for the night. It was why you never took any of it too seriously before now, allowing yourself to get excited each night that you visited, but not to take it back home with you, too afraid to have your heart broken.

But being here with him tonight made everything feel real. You weren’t his Friday girl, you were his every day girl. Sure, he gave everybody sweet nicknames, but he complimented you, he searched for you, he stayed behind for you. It had been this way all along, you were just too stuck in your head, letting your insecurities cloud your judgment. If you had just called him, just given him the word, he’d be yours. 

So perceptive, it was as if Shinji knew you were overthinking it all now, worry passing over his features as he observed you. He twirled you again just to see you smile, but instead of spinning you around fully, he ended this one with his chest to your back and his arms wrapped around you, keeping you there for a moment before spinning you back out again, whisking you along and out of the room before you could see the rosiness in his cheeks.

He took you to the balcony, reconnecting with you there, the music still heard from inside as the chill night nipped at you playfully. The lyrics returned, and you strained to hear them as Shinji tucked you into his chest, rocking you more slowly now to keep you warm from the wind whipping your hair and dress around your frame. 

“When your lonely heart has learned its lesson

You’d be hers if only she would call.”

You looked up from Shinji’s chest, searching his face for the truth as the town below you started to settle into bed. 

“In the wee small hours of the morning

That’s the time you miss her most of all.”

Chills prickled your skin as the song twinkled out, the stars overhead now. When it stopped, the both of you stopped moving, but continued to hold one another, staring in silence with nothing but the distant sounds of the world around you and the whispers of an early spring night. 

Selfishly, you had to know. You needed to hear him say it, for your own peace of mind. “Do you,” you hesitated, but his soft, patient gaze brought you the rest of the way, “have feelings for me?”

“I have for a long time,” he answered you easily, seriously.

“How long?” You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in closer, looking at him with glassy eyes. 

“Not long after you started coming here,” again, with a quick, steadfast response. “You’ve always been my girl.”

You let your instincts take over, looking at his lips, leaning in the slightest bit, this was the call. 

And he moved in the rest of the way until your lips were pressed together, becoming yours. He didn’t have to miss you anymore - at this hour, when he was normally closing up, heading home to lie awake and think of you - because here you were, finally where he had longed for you to be, with him. 

The kiss was long, but sweet. Pure and wholesome, he kept your lips against his, and nothing more, pulling back to hug you tightly, pressing more tender kisses onto your cheek and forehead. “A long time,” he said to himself again, running his fingers through your hair as he rested his head against yours.

“I’m your girl,” you spoke to yourself too, smiling like an idiot and shivering against him, excited and a bit chilly. 

“Yer cold,” he commented, smoothing his palms down your back.

“A little.”

He hummed, rubbing his hands up and down your bare arms now. “Want to go back inside?”

“No. I like it out here.” You snuggled back into his chest, leaning against him as you observed the lights below and above. “Just keep me warm.”

He started to unbutton his shirt, untucking it from his pants and pulling it off to wrap it around you.

“You took your shirt off?!” You giggled at him in disbelief.

“My baby’s cold.” He shrugged with a smile, pulling the fabric around your naked shoulders before cuddling you back into him. 

“But you’ll be cold now,” you worried, running your hands along his bare chest and arms, exposed to the night air.

“I’m fine.” He pulled you tighter against him, repeating your words, “just keep me warm.”

Content to be here with him like this, finally yours, you reflected on your humble beginnings, when your friends were reluctant to come here with you, and then when they were refusing not to be let in. You giggled to yourself as you thought of them and how they were going to interrogate you about the rest of your night - or morning, rather. You were going to have to tell them the truth. Okay, I admit, I do want his pickle.

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The weather this evening, that late-summer-early-fall breeze, reminds you of that special night. It’s around the same time too, the wee small hours of the morning. You’re normally asleep at this hour, but missing him more than usual, you can’t catch a wink. 

“What’re ya still doing awake?” Shinji asks when he finally returns to your shared home, peeling his clothes off and leaving them in a pile on the floor. Too exhausted for a shower, he joins you in bed. 

“Missing you.” You wrap yourself around him instantly, moaning softly at the heat rolling off of his body on this chilly night. “Have any dances tonight?”

“Hopefully one now - with you,” he growls into your neck, nipping at the skin there. 

And so, you dance, no music necessary when you both create your own. The only sounds he loves more than his jazz are the noises that come from you when he makes you feel good. Shinji’s too tired to be anywhere but in bed with you, but not too tired to make love as you say goodbye to yet another Friday night. 

Me today