#bleach aizen sosuke

[brittscafe]

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡

Pairing: Aizen Sosuke x reader

Summary: Aizen Sosuke and reader take a bath together.

Request: Taking a bath with Aizen

A/n: Heyyy! I really enjoyed writing something soft and calm for Aizen, I hope you enjoy! <3

Content: brief nudity, mostly sfw.

Ko-fi link (anything is appreciated <3)

You step into the warm room filled with steam and candles light up around the bathroom. The room is scented with vanilla and honey, a scent that pleases your nostrils.

Aizen is in front of you, bare back and muscles popping out. He turns off the faucet to the hot water, tub full of it and foamy bubbles. You quietly close the door behind you as Aizen turns around and faces you.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to his chest and abs out for view. He clears his throat and your eyes shoot up to his own.

"Sorry," you grumble out as he walks over to you. A strand of his dark hair hangs down in front of his face and his lips twitch into a slight smile for just a moment.

He grabs onto your shoulders, a white robe covering your bare body underneath.

"No need to be sorry for staring, y/n. After all, I know you can't help yourself," he comments teasingly and your face heats up.

"Hey, that is not true," you huff out as he slowly takes off your robe off your shoulder. The loose robe drops onto the ground, leaving you vulnerable and bare in front of Aizen.

Nothing he hasn't seen before, you remind yourself. Aizen scans over your body, admiring it and slightly smirking. You scoff, catching himself staring and you walk past him.

You step into the bath, one foot diving into the hot water. The tub is deep as the water goes up to your knee. Aizen undresses himself as you allow the hot water to swallow the rest of your body.

Your muscles instantly relax and you let out a pleasant sigh, eyelids closing. You relish in the hot water that seems to get all the kinks out from your sore body.

The loud splashing of the water causes you to open your eyes, curious. Aizen sinks down into the water, holding onto the sides of the tub to ease himself in, muscles throbbing and flexing as he does so.

"This is nice," you hum out. Aizen nods his head, inching closer to you and reaching out his hand. You lift your hand up from the water, grabbing onto his.

Aizen pulls you closer, eyes glancing down at your lips. He desires them so much. He loves the way your lips feel against his, they feel so right.

"You're staring," you notice, smiling.

Aizen lets out a deep chuckle that rumbles in his throat as his hand grasps onto your jaw. His fingers are slick and wet, but still firmly grabbing your face and bringing you closer.

His dark eyes gaze deeply into yours, making your heart skip a quick beat.

"Is that so?" he asks, voice deep and sending a chill down your spine.

You nod your head and Aizen dips his head down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. The kiss is soft, warm, and wet. The kiss is so perfect and loving.

You wrap your arms around his neck, wet bodies pressing together.

Your lips melt together, not getting enough of each other just quite yet. You open your lips slightly, allowing for Aizen to slide his tongue inside your mouth.

You groan into his mouth as his free hand grabs onto your waist, squeezing the flesh. You giggle against his lips as his fingers tickle your skin.

You slowly pull away, nose bushing against his. You grab onto the bar of soap sitting in the corner and dip it into the water. You lathe the soap into your hands and start scrubbing Aizen's shoulder.

"You do know that I can wash myself, right?" he pokes at you as your hands move down to his chest. You feel his pecs and nod your head, giggling.

"Oh, trust me, I do. You always do everything yourself though. I thought it would be nice if I took care of you," you suggest, moving over to his arms.

You feel every vein in his forearms and how his biceps are just natural big and muscular. Aizen huffs quietly, a chuckle hidden underneath his huff.

Aizen gazes at you, love filling his eyes. He never thought he could love someone like this nor did he think someone could ever care this much about him.

He hates to admit it, but it tugs on his heartstrings.

He grabs onto your arm and pulls you into his chest. Your back is pressed up against his chest and his arms are wrapped tightly around you.

"What's going on?" you ask, chuckling as he squeezes you tightly.

"Nothing just...thank you," he whispers into your ear, placing a sweet kiss behind your ear. You smile warmly, leaning back into Aizen's gentle touch.

Aizen holds you tightly, the most precious thing in the whole universe to him.

[sleepynoons]

WONDER BY ADOY – aizen sosuke (bleach) x afab!f!reader, modern!au + arranged marriage!au, sfw

genre – angst word count – ~2,000 warnings – n/a synopsis – aizen sosuke's the heir to the largest pharmaceutical company in japan, and you're his arranged wife. but your wedding oaths mean nothing when he doesn't love you and won't even look your way. unfortunately, you can't contain these feelings of yours for much longer.

When Sosuke comes home, dinner's already prepared for him, resting on a tray at his usual seat at the dining table. All of the food is still warm, recently made in fact, and he sits to eat his dinner before he needs to go see you. As he’s eating, you’re showering, the warm water comforting against the winter cold that seeps through the walls of the house and clings to your skin. Since the beginning of your marriage, the two of you have never eaten together, aside from business events and meetings with each other’s parents.

By the time you’re in bed, dry and relaxing against the headboard with a book in your hands, Sosuke knocks on your door.

You tell him to come in.

“Sorry for interrupting. I wanted to let you know that I will return at 8 to pick you up for tomorrow’s gala.”

He shuts the door behind him, leaving you to leaf through your novel before you go to sleep, repeating his words in your head, letting his voice wash over you, until you're no longer conscious.

In the morning, you wake before him so that you can prepare him breakfast and coffee, as well as his bento for lunch. You never worry about waking Sosuke because he sleeps on the second floor, whereas you live on the first, and he is at the far end of the hallway where the noise you make in the kitchen can barely reach him. It doesn’t really matter, though, because he’s already awake, washing his face and replying to emails that have accumulated overnight. And like dinner, you retreat to your room, and Sosuke comes down to eat. You try to pick up where you left off in your book, but really, you’re straining your ear the entire time, waiting for the click of the lock as Sosuke shuts the front door behind him as he leaves for work.  

The rest of the day is also spent alone. You clean, grocery shop, and tend to the garden. Sosuke sits in meeting after meeting after meeting. But this daily monotony is cut short by the gala occurring at night.

You had received a few packages in the mail within the last week that you can finally unwrap. You drag the boxes out of your closet, and with a razor, rip through the tape with clean swipes to reveal ribboned boxes with printed anagrams and brand names. Sosuke had specifically asked you to wear this outfit, and you’re excited to see what he has chosen for you this time.

On the drive home, Sosuke is on a call with his secretary, going over the gala’s attendance list, highlighting connections he will be introduced to, existing partners and collaborators he cannot forget to greet, competitors that will try to get under his skin. When he arrives, you’re outside, and as you make yourself comfortable in your seat, he offers his compliments.

“Cream suits you.”

You reply that it's all thanks to his excellent taste.

He resumes his conversation, and you turn your cheek to look out the window. And like dinner, like breakfast, you retreat into your own mind, and Sosuke continues to work.

An hour later, the two of you arrive at the venue, a massive hotel tucked away in a mountainside. As instructed by the organizers, Sosuke pulls up to the gated entryway, where staff members come to open your doors and take the car key away to park on your behalf. 

You step out, heels gently scraping the gravel and pavement, but you do not stand until Sosuke makes his way over to your door. He holds out his hand, which you take, and once you’re up, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you slightly into his side, smiling gently as he brushes the side of your cheek with his other hand. You reflect his expression, tilting your face into his touch.

“It will be a slight walk uphill, my love.”

Shaking your head, you mumble that you can manage.

As soon as the two of you step into the lobby, in its marble-floored, chandelier lit, dark oak-accented grandeur, Sosuke is approached by several businessmen, most older and executives of their own respective companies.

“Sosuke-kun – ah, wait, not anymore! Aizen-san, how are you? And is this your wife?”

If you recall, this person seems to be the treasurer of a large chain pharmacy in Singapore.

You bow, and Sosuke shakes hands with the treasurer.

“Please, call me Sosuke, my father is still the acting president, sir. And yes, I am glad to finally acquaint you with my wife.”

These pleasantries continue throughout the rest of the night – with the COO of a lab equipment manufacturing company, three local hospital directors, a representative of another chain pharmacy, and the founders of a biotech startup from the United States. You are led by gentle tugs from one conversation to the next, introducing yourself when you're prompted, occasionally fetching a bite of food or a flute of champagne, always returning to Sosuke’s side by a loop of your arm through his.

“Sosuke is a great husband, isn’t he?”

Currently, you're at a corner in the large conference room where there are drinks and other refreshments. An older lady, in her mid-50s or so, stands next to you, as you grab a glass of water, taking care not to crease Sosuke’s blazer which you hold in your other arm. She's the wife of the dean of an elite nursing school, and you recognize her as a long-time friend of the Aizen family. Diligently, you offer the glass to her, which she takes with a slight dip of her head, and with a gesture of your hand, you compliment her knitted shawl.

“My granddaughter.”

Though you would prefer to return to Sosuke, leaving such a conversation so abruptly would indubitably damage his reputation. Instead, you inquire the lady about her granddaughter’s age, favorite hobbies, and health. She responds enthusiastically – barely five years old, enjoys knitting and origami, very healthy – before shifting the conversation back to your relationship.

“Sosuke’s always been a caring boy. He must love you.”

You chuckle behind your hand.

“I love him very much.”

By the gala’s conclusion, a fog has descended over the mountainside, ghosting down its slopes and forested ridges, as well as much of the highway leading out and towards the city.

Sosuke’s satisfied. He was able to meet the people he wanted to see, assess the relationships he’d been investigating, and schedule a few tours of factories he’d been planning to visit. Once he goes home, he can move onto next steps. He will have to shift a few meetings around for tomorrow, but they were low priority anyway. He also has to review the documents for that recent inspection that was conducted, though he highly doubts anything of concern came up. Another late night.

As usual, car rides home are quiet. There are no more calls for Sosuke to take, and when he glances at you, you’re staring out the window, hands folded over his blazer that you’ve draped over your lap, chest slowly rising and dropping with deep breaths, stuck in your own daydreams.

In reality, you’re reminiscing over your bold proclamation to the older lady. How daring, almost presumptuous of you, to so arrogantly lay claim to your feelings for Sosuke. But you’re relieved that the elder was understanding and sympathetic of your bursting emotions, and she had prayed for your relationship to last long and well.

For as long as you can remember, Sosuke has been your whole life. You partook in etiquette classes, biology and chemistry tutoring, dance lessons, flower arrangement competitions, fusui lectures ever since you were young, as was expected of the daughter of the head of the Biotechnology and Pharmaceutical Examination Division of the national Japan Patent Office. Your father managed all vaccine patents, so it was no surprise that your hand in marriage was crucial for many opportunists.

At the time, you didn’t know that your life would be dedicated to Sosuke and your role as his wife, but you dutifully listened to your father, only hoping that all of your effort would pay off. After all, hundreds of thousands of women have done it before you. No matter who your husband will be, you promised your father that you would become a wife no man would have to worry about.

In seventh grade, you were introduced to Sosuke at your omiai, though there really wasn’t much to consider. His father is the president of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the country, and was often crossing paths with yours. There was no doubt that the two of you would get married, given the strategic business advantages and both of your inabilities to deny your parents.

Therefore, your marriage to Sosuke was speedily arranged.

Many of your girl friends growing up, all of similar class and privilege, all held a certain level of contempt or resentment. And you did, too, for a long time. But ever since you laid eyes on Sosuke – his tousled brown hair, pleasant smile, gentle eyes, sturdy frame –, you were convinced you had been blessed by the deities, presented with the best husband of a stranger anyone could ask for.

And his dignified and measured confidence has only furthered your affections for him. He only asks, never demands, when he needs something from you. He always finishes the meals, coffee, tea you prepare for him to the last bit. He brings you to business functions, like tonight’s gala, even though you know he’s busy and doesn’t need to.

You shake your head, releasing a soft sigh. It must be that one extra sip of alcohol you had, because your audacity seems to have no end. In your mind, you apologize to the older lady for what you’re about to do, for wasting her genuine blessings and wishes.

You’re almost home, car changing into the left lane and crossing onto the small bridge that leads into the residential area where the two of you live. The fog has made its way here, too, settling as a layer atop the water and mugging the streetlights lining the sidewalk. The weather forecast mentioned something about it snowing over the weekend.

“Stop the car.”

With a quick check in the rearview mirror, Sosuke pulls to the side.

“Is something wrong?”

You unbuckle your seatbelt and grab the door handle to let yourself out.

Sosuke glances at the clock on the dashboard.

You step out, swaying slightly in your heels before regaining balance, and walk over to the rail of the bridge. The water's dark, and you wonder if anything can survive in the icy, rapid currents underneath.

Deep down, you know Sosuke only calls you his wife in front of others. The two of you haven’t embraced each other either, not even the night of your marriage. His secretary doesn’t come to distract you with lavish gifts or day trips. Sosuke doesn’t even look your way unless absolutely necessary.

Turning around, you walk back. You catch him checking the time again before he looks up at you.

You exhale, watching the snowy puff of your breath separate and dissipate.

“Sosuke, you’re very kind.”

“Are you cold?”

“I met your family friend, and she asked if you loved me.”

“I see. We should head home.”

“I love you.”

Silence.

“You go first. I will be back soon.”

You shut the door, and for a second, through the tinted windows, you can make out the harsh look in his eyes. He stares at you for a few brief moments before he pulls away, and you watch until the crunch of the road underneath the tires and the beam of the tail lights are no longer so distinct, so stark, in contrast to the still haze, the dark waters below, the steeled grip you have on his blazer.

winter event masterlist

[deathscythecrow]

Pfff!! Silly me!! Until I came up with a more interesting idea for Aizen's birthday drawing! Rambley will reach to the heavens!!

[elmylechar41]

Harpy Hare | amv | Bleach: Turn Back the Pendulum

> Watch the full video here!

[kenpachissluut]

mean older men who pounds into your wet sore pussy from behind while they hold you firmly against their rough, calloused chest by the throat. whispering dirty nothings into your ear and humiliating you, while they increase their pace, making you almost pass out in their arms. of course their big, veiny hand travels down to your sore clit abusing it even more while they thrust deeper and rougher.

,,Gonna fill you up my lil cumslut until you dripping and leaking everywhere.‘‘

❦ Kenpachi Zaraki, Shunsui Kyoraku, Aizen Sosuke, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Kusakabe Atsuya, Geto Suguru, Sukuna Ryomen, Uvogin hxh ❦

⋆˚ lunaeanima 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🩶

[silversoulsociety]

Aizen Sosuke

Bleach Tybw S3E5

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bleach men eating you out - part 2

characters: ichigo kurosaki, renji abarai, tōshirō hitsugaya, uryuu ishida, byakuya kuchiki

part 1: urahara kisuke, aizen sosuke, kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyōraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

ichigo

he isn’t the best at it, but he sure puts all his heart into it—kissing and licking without stopping, making you moan shamelessly without letting you catch a breath.

“i-ichigo,” you moan, your voice barely audible.

“mm?” he stops for a second, looking up at you, his face covered in your wetness,his eyes adoring. his hands press against your legs, keeping you still as he touches your pussy with purposeful intent.

“p-please… p-please make me…”

“of course, y/n.” he dives back in, licking you all the way down “i got you” his tongue flickering against your pussy more rapidly until you reach your orgasm.

byakuya

byakuya is the type of man who takes his time, making every touch feel planned, determined, every kiss a slow-burning tease. his lips trace a path over your body, his voice smooth like a calming breeze. “my beautiful woman…”

his tongue moves with calculated precision, worshipping you, relishing each second. in the stillness of the morning, he whispers praises you’d never expect from a man like him. “you taste so good, my love.”

your mind crumbles under the weight of his words, his mouth working you over with unshaken focus. “i won’t stop until you’re satisfied.,” he murmurs, and you know he means it.

tōshirō

he takes pleasuring you very seriously—focused, precise, determined to be the best for you.

“do you like it like that, y/n?” he asks between kisses, slurping against your cunt, teasing your clit with each flick of his tongue.

“right there?”

before you can answer, he dives in deeper, his tongue pressing into you while circling your clit with his thumb in a way that has your body trembling.

“t-tōshirō, baby… f-fuck—”

he doesn’t let up. his fingers start thrusting into your pussy, moving fast and his mouth relentless. your legs try to clamp around his head, but he pushes them apart, refusing to stop until you melt all over his mouth, his abs—anywhere you want.

renji

renji is the type of man who researches before trying something new—and he always wants to try things with you. his goal? to leave you shaking after every experiment.

“renji, c-can you…”

“wait a sec, y/n…” his brows furrow  “so… i should lick like this?” he glances at his phone, then leans in and drags his tongue over your cunt. but when he looks up—sees your parted lips, the way your chest rises and falls, the absolute wrecked expression on your face—everything stops.

“shit… sorry, baby.” and then he’s all in, no more overthinking, just feeling—the way you tremble under him, the way you fall apart so easily when he does it the way you like.

ishida

he catches you by surprise when he does it—kissing everywhere, collarbone, chest, belly—before slowly kneeling in front of you. “i-ishida?”

“shh.” his fingers part your folds “be still” and his tongue flicking against your throbbing pussy while his piercing gaze locks onto yours. “oh my g—”  the intensity is overwhelming, a sharp contrast to his usual composed self. his dominant nature remains, even when he’s the one on his knees.

[deathberi]

[rukiadriedhisrain]

Bleach Pop-up Collab in Shanghai

[brittscafe]

Hi ( idk if you still do request for bleach ) but can I request Aizen with a smart s/o ? they are smart like Urahara

Hiii! I still do take requests for Bleach <3

He really likes how smart you are, but sometimes he gets sooo annoyed at it.

Like let's be honest, being Kisuke Urahara smart is a different level than Aizen...

Aizen likes to be the smartest and the best at everything, but then you came into the picture.

You have him questioning himself and his tactics/ skills.

He likes to make everything a competition between the two of you and it might bug you, but you know he means well.

A smile tugs on his face as he watches you figure out things he could never dream of figuring out.

Aizen will lean against the wall, arms crossed over his chest with a sly smirk on his face as he watches you carefully.

He'll try and learn from you, but he'll never admit if he needs help on something.

We all know that Aizen likes to be the smart and dominant one, so when you end up putting him in his place, he's shocked, but lowkey impressed.

Praises you about how smart you are while placing a soft kiss on your cheek, trying to sneak a peak at your work.

He gets jealous sometimes and envious about your smartness, but he still wants to be around you all the time.

At the end of the day, he does love you and wants to be with you for the rest of his life, so he accepts how smart you truly are.

[deathscythecrow]

Yukine has a small business selling photos of Aizen. You might think at first glance that it is a very stupid idea, but it turned out to be very lucrative in Hueco Mundo, especially among the female Arrancar. Apparently, Aizen doesn't care, since Yukine's business also functions as propaganda for his organization in exchange for a small amount of information and is a win-win for both of them.

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐎𝐧

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shunsui, Jushiro, Ichigo, Byakuya, Renji, Hisagi, Gin, Kira, Aizen, Toshiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Zaraki, Unohana, Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken, Uryu, Grimmjow, Starrk, Ulquiorra

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I wasn’t expecting to write to write for everyone, but I also didn’t want to do this in parts. So everyone’s here in one post :)

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, fem!reader in the smut part, asphyxiation, blood and knife play, manhandling, cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, lingerie, rough play, power play, cockwarming, thigh-riding, marking, light bondage, dirty talking, sleepy sex

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turns them on.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kyoraku Shunsui

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A playful sense of humour and teasing wit.

Wearing his haori or hat just to mess with him.

Intelligence that reveals itself subtly.

Being affectionate and touchy without needing a reason.

Showing empathy and gentleness, especially with others.

Drinking tolerance can match or outdo his

Sexual turn-ons:

Whispering into his ear while seated on his lap

Flashing glimpses of cleavage, thighs, or the curve of your hip when you pretend not to notice

Lazy, sensual makeout sessions while straddling him on the porch

Being the one to initiate things slowly, then letting him take over

The sight of you stroking the base of his cock while still dressed in one of his robes

Ukitake Jushiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Soft spoken encouragements and genuine smiles

Gentle physical affection—stroking his hair, massaging his back

Bringing him food or medicine without being asked

Listening to him talk about history or poetry with interest

Seeing you play with children or his younger siblings

Sexual turn-ons:

Tender, unhurried touches—especially trailing fingers down his chest

Sucking lightly on his tongue when you kiss

Gently guiding his hand under your robes while making eye contact

Being vocal, breathy, but sweet—he melts hearing your moans

Giving him slow, teasing head with your hands stroking his thighs

Kurosaki Ichigo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Standing up for yourself or others unapologetically

Sparring with him and actually managing to knock him down

Wearing his clothes and acting like it’s no big deal

Brushing your fingers through his hair after he’s bathed

Letting him protect you but also fighting at his side

Sexual turn-ons:

Grinding against him while you’re both fully clothed

Tugging on his hair when you kiss roughly

The look in your eyes when you drop to your knees for him

Telling him how big and hard he feels in your mouth

Riding him while biting your lip and watching his reactions

Kuchiki Byakuya

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Elegance, poise, and self-discipline

The graceful way you move—particularly in formal attire

Quiet loyalty that never needs announcing

Speaking refined, poetic compliments that catch him off guard

Playing a traditional instrument or painting in silence near him

Sexual turn-ons:

Undressing slowly and deliberately in front of him

Moaning softly into his ear as you ride him in his private quarters

Holding eye contact as you suck him off—subtly defiant

Leaving lipstick marks on his collarbone

Whispering your filthy thoughts in a voice soft as silk

Abarai Renji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness and unfiltered honesty

Sparring or working out together, especially if you show him up

Wearing something tight or revealing without even trying

Cheering him on at his matches or missions

Talking dirty in casual conversation just to mess with him

Sexual turn-ons:

Biting his neck and shoulders while he's deep inside you

Taking control—pushing him back, pinning his wrists

Moaning his name when he hits just the right angle

Tugging on his hair and smirking while you’re on top

The sight of you bent over, looking back at him with a dare in your eyes

Ichimaru Gin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playing his game of sly remarks and never flinching

Giving him a mysterious smile of your own

Feeding him something sweet with your fingers

Staring him down until he laughs genuinely

Reading or observing him silently like he’s a puzzle

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him tie your wrists and whisper what he’ll do to you

Moaning his name when he ghosts his tongue over your sskn

Clenching around his cock while grinning up at him

Giving him a look that says you want him to ruin you

Being playful, coy, and just a little bratty—he loves the chase

Izuru Kira

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet empathy and gentle support

Touching his hair or face with loving patience

Listening to him without judgement

Writing him notes or letters instead of saying things aloud

Seeing you defend him when he doubts himself

Sexual turn-ons:

Stroking his cock softly while looking up at him with flushed cheeks

Running your hands across his chest while kissing his neck

Light bondage or being guided firmly—he secretly likes being told what to do

Soft sighs and moans that escape you as you ride him slow and deep

Letting him worship your body like you’re sacred

Shuhei Hisagi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Confidence that doesn’t cross into arrogance

Tracing his tattoos with curious fingers

Wearing his sleeveless uniform and mimicking him with a grin

Helping him relax when he's stressed—running your hands through his hair

Admiring his scars or voice work sincerely

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching your nails down his back while he’s fucking you rough

Letting him pin your arms above your head with just one hand

Moaning shamelessly when he squeezes your throat lightly with his fingers

Riding his thigh until you’re dripping for him

Sucking on his fingers while you grind into his lap

Hitsugaya Toshiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence, especially when it challenges him

Cold weather snuggles—wrapping yourself around him

Running your hands along his chest or collar absentmindedly

Letting him take care of you when you're injured

Playing an instrument or humming to yourself while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Warming his cock between your thighs before sliding him in

Leaving frostbitten kisses on his chest and neck

Gasping when he pushes your legs apart with firm hands

Riding him hard enough to melt the ice under you both

Letting him lose control—he rarely does, but when he does…

Zaraki Kenpachi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Anyone who can take a hit and laugh

Bloodied lips and challenging stares

Wearing nothing but a haori or his eyepatch

Joking about fucking in the middle of a battlefield

Fighting him and moaning when he slams you to the ground

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching down his chest while he fucks you brutally

Screaming for more while you ride his cock until your thighs give out

Biting his lip until he bleeds and shoving him back for round two

Taking him raw and wild, begging for him to fill your pussy

Letting him fuck you against a wall with one hand on your throat

Hirako Shinji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quirky humour and refusing to take things seriously

Playing with his hair or trying on his hats

Teasing him with clever innuendos

Letting him cook for you and pretending it’s better than it is

Kissing him upside-down just to throw him off

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding his face with slow, shivering control

Moaning his name sweetly when he stretches you open

Light biting and tongue-play—especially on his ears. And his tongue piercing—tell him you like it when you use it on you

Getting on all fours and arching your back for him

Pinning him down and whispering what you want him to do

Aizen Sosuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Polished confidence, intellectual curiosity

Subtly challenging his authority with charm

Wearing glasses or reading books on complex topics

Obeying him flawlessly and then seducing him with a glance

Letting him teach you something, and acting too impressed

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking his cock while you whisper how powerful he feels

Spreading yourself open and begging him to “study” you

Moaning his name as you ride him slow, cunt squeezing him rhythmically

Telling him how you want to be rearranged by his cock

Letting him fuck your mouth until your eyes water and you thank him

Urahara Kisuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Brainy curiosity and scientific banter

Wearing his hat or clogs and acting like the boss

Fixing his tech for him with a wink

Subtle acts of devotion: tea when he’s exhausted, bandages on his hands

Purring innuendo in his ear while he’s trying to focus

Sexual turn-ons:

Straddling him and slowly sinking onto his cock while teasing his brain

Moaning nonsense while he fingerfucks you with wild precision

Sitting on his face and grinding until you’re sobbing his name

Letting him record your moans while he fucks you from behind. Also letting his try his new gadgets on you

Making him beg for release while you edge him for hours

Unohana Retsu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Calm confidence, quiet control in a crisis

Precision in combat or healing—grace over brute strength

Obedience without submission; challenge without disrespect

Running your fingers through her hair or over her blade

Speaking softly but firmly, holding her gaze without flinching

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting her take full control—bound, blindfolded, at her mercy

Bleeding lightly beneath her nails as she rides you slow and deep

Moaning her full name while she traces your throat with her blade

Taking her strapon in full, whimpering, and asking for more or when she grinds her pussy on you

Eyes rolling back when she fucks you until you cry her name like a prayer

Yhwach

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Absolute devotion and confidence in your own strength

Kneeling before him without being told, eyes proud and unwavering

Speaking to him without fear, and daring to offer advice

Soft dominance—stroking his hair while he rests against you

Wearing his insignia or colours like a second skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Spreading your legs for him without a word

Taking every inch of his cock while moaning his name

Holding eye contact while he fucks you on his throne

Licking your lips after he cums on your face

Letting him use your body as his reward after war

Jugram Haschwalth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet authority and strong posture

Wearing long, elegant clothes that match his aesthetic

Obeying his commands with subtle grace and precision

Showing tactical intelligence in a high-pressure situation

Reading or writing near him by candlelight

Sexual turn-ons:

Kneeling between his legs, eyes wide, waiting for his permission

The sound of your moans as he fucks you slow and deep

Cupping his balls while taking his full length into your throat

Letting him bind you to his desk and stroke you with precision

The flushed, ruined look on your face after he’s spent himself inside you

Askin Nakk Le Vaar

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Sarcasm and biting wit delivered with a pretty smile

Watching you experiment with food, drinks, or poisons

Wearing silky clothes that brush against his fingers when you pass

Subtle manipulation that surprises even him

Laughing at his morbid jokes and then one-upping them

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking on his fingers while looking into his eyes

Licking his cock from base to tip with slow, deliberate flicks

Riding him in lace lingerie while playing with your own nipples

Letting him drip things on your body and lick them off

Playfully threatening to overstimulate him—he’ll beg beautifully

Bazz-B

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness, fire, and being louder than him when you argue

Revealing outfits, crop tops, battle armour that shows skin

Throwing playful punches and getting pinned for it

Cheering him on when he’s being dramatic

Letting him brag and then putting him in his place

Sexual turn-ons:

Groping his cock through his trousers and laughing at his growl

Taking charge and riding him wild until he taps out

Clawing his back while he fucks you against a wall

Sucking on his balls while he tugs your hair

Calling him “hot stuff” while your cunt clenches around him

Ishida Ryuken

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence matched with calm maturity

Wearing lingerie under a lab coat

Pouring his coffee without asking, quiet domestic gestures

Knowing when to shut out the world and let him have silence

Precision, elegance, and reading medical journals in bed

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking his cock under his desk while he pretends to work

Letting him finger you with his gloves still on

Whispering dirty praise into his ear with clinical detail

Riding him slow, grinding until he swears under his breath

Guiding his hand over your clit and telling him what you need

Ishida Uryu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Graceful intellect and sharp wit

Wearing his scarf or coat and fixing your glasses teasingly

Being meticulous in your crafts or hobbies

Challenging his logic just to watch him ramble

Quiet, firm affection—holding his hand while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking the seam of his lips before kissing him

Stroking his cock while whispering how proud you are of him

Gasping softly when he kisses your inner thighs

Letting him tie your ankles with his Quincy threads

Telling him he’s perfect while you cum around his cock

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Arrogant smirks, spitfire sass, and biting back

Showing your battle scars like they’re trophies

Tearing your clothes mid-fight and laughing about it

Challenging him with no fear in your eyes

Wearing nothing but a grin and calling him a pussycat

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching his scalp while he eats you out with zero mercy

Choking on his cock and crying from the stretch

Letting him fuck you over any surface, raw and rabid

Cumming from just how rough he bites your nipples

Riding him while yelling how good he feels—and slapping his chest

Coyote Starrk

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet companionship and non-verbal affection

Dozing on his chest without saying a word

Wearing his clothes and letting him see your cleavage

Soft eyes and lazy mornings in bed

Listening to his silences and responding in kind

Sexual turn-ons:

Slow, sleepy sex where you grind against his cock until he wakes fully

Letting him suck your tits while you ride him

Whispering “please” while you ride him under the covers

Letting him watch you touch yourself while you straddle his lap

Taking him so slowly he shivers—he never shivers

Ulquiorra Cifer

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Existential curiosity and thought-provoking questions

Crying in front of him without shame—he notices

Gently touching his face without asking

Wearing white, black, or green in contrast to his own shades

Showing emotion just for him—never for others

Sexual turn-ons:

Soft moans while you take his cock inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut

Letting him explore your cunt like it’s a mystery

Kissing him without permission and whispering “mine”

Wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper

Crying out his name as you cum—he won’t say it, but he lives for it

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[kenpachissluut]

❦Ovulation❦

men who let you take control for one particular night in the month. when you are on ovulation.

straddling your man‘s lap on the couch while you bounce your ass and hips up and down his fat cock, your back pressed against his chest in an reverse cowgirl position. looking down where your man and you are connected, watching his glistening cock sliding in and out your wet squelching pussy. stretching and filling your hole at the same time. his muscular strong arms come up under your thighs lifting them up in the air and wrapping his big hands thightly behind your head holding you in a full nelson position. Your man’s dominance take over once again but you couldn’t be happier at this moment as you were ready to be filled. Thrusting upwards, pounding deep and mean as hell into your dripping wet pussy. Moaning and whimpering you let yourself getting fucked in that mean but fucking amazing position, where he could hit your sweet spots in all the right places. With a final deep mean thrust he coates your walls completely white, your hole leaking and dripping with his sticky cum. looking down at the mess you both made you smile in amazement. seeing yourself stuffed with his dick and cum, filling up your pretty little womb. Your man plants a wet kiss against your neck as his breath hitches your ear and he whispers:

,,Look at you all filled up with my cum, ready to become a beautiful mommy.‘‘

Toji fushiguro, Naoya Zenin, Shiu Kong, Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Sosuke Aizen, Shunsui Kyoraku, Kenpachi Zaraki, Urahara Kisuke, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Grimjow Jaegerjaquez, Coyotte Stark, Ichigo Kurosaki, Renji Abarai

⋆˚ lunaeanima 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🎀

[aizenswhore]

His lap is your throne.

There are things you need to understand. Just like you gradually learn how to walk, when you are a toddler, there are just some small habits you need to learn when you are an adult. He needs you. You need to get this concept into your head. You have to worship him, to let admiration and devotion drip from your eyes and mouth as you walk towards him in that cute like skirt that drives him crazy.

You perfectly know what you do to him and with that comes the depraved hunger of being ruined by him over and over again. Your eyes lock, a demanding glare shimmering in his eyes, as he waits patiently for you to take your seat on your throne. You do, eventually, unbuckling his belt and freeing his bulge from the tight boxers he is wearing underneath.

He reaches his hand up, underneath your skirt, his fingers gliding down your slit as he notes you are not wearing any panties. No words are shared, he grips your hips and allows you to sink down onto his hard shaft. A strained moan leave your lips. No matter how many times you have done it, the sensation is always going to be the same. The stretch, it drives you mad. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, balancing yourself as you finally adjust to the intrusion.

“Welcome back to your throne, baby” he whispers in your ear, as you slowly begin to ride him.

Your moans fill the air, echoes of your skin slapping together making you remember how much you crave him, how deeply you want him to stretch you out like that, and how badly you wish to feel his cum fill you up until it drips down your thighs. Why? Because, after all, you know that his lap is your throne. No one will ever ride him as you do and no one will ever possess your body and soul as he does.

And, as your inner walls clamp down onto him, your head lolling back as a strained moan leave your lips, this much you know: you will ride him until your legs will work.

GETO SUGURU, GOJO SATORU, RYOMEN SUKUNA, AIZEN SOSUKE, GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ, DRACULE MIHAWK, SHANKS, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, NANAMI KENTO, JUGRAM HASCHWALTH, CROCODILE, DOUMA.

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[souloveyaa]

Ichigos parents?!?!?!

[medikg]

Cat cafe Las Noches is now open 🐈🐈‍⬛🐈

Bonus: the owner