akaikikuchi

[akaikikuchi]

you make Aizen furious

.and he makes you regret it. +18 c.w.: mentioning of violence, explicit sex, Aizen x female reader, Aizen x wife. Aizen is already a content warning of his own.

He was fucking furious with you.

Not angry, not annoyed—furious.

After that little stunt you pulled, defying a direct order from your captain, who explicitly forbade you from continuing the investigation alone, without your team, the last thing Aizen wanted was to look at your face. Especially after you arrested five low-level dealers under his command.

Maybe it was his own fault, for marrying the only woman who didn’t fall for his manipulative games and power plays. The only one who truly challenged him.

When you got married, you knew Aizen wasn’t a good man. You knew about the “good cop” persona he wore to cover his hidden agenda, even if it was supposedly for the “greater good,” as he liked to say.

Smuggling medicine and resources into impoverished regions was, after all, a noble goal—even if pharmaceutical corporations and the government didn’t see it any differently from international drug smuggling. Yes, noble. It would’ve been just that, if he weren’t also manipulative, sadistic, and so results-driven that he’d eliminate anyone in his way. I mean, truly eliminate them.

But you were young, in love, and had just joined the Force to be part of the change from the inside. Now, at 28, you were in a marriage to a 42-year-old man you barely saw—except during morning briefings in the precinct’s conference room, and the occasional mission orientation.

“It doesn’t concern me if they have other… businesses, besides mine. What matters is that they get the job done.", he said.

His arrogance killed you.

Still, you felt… bad? You’d never been the overly hypocritical or self-righteous type, and there was a certain logic to Aizen’s actions and ideals, even if sometimes he scared the shit out of you, with that crooked smile and his deep, cold voice. Oh, his voice…

You still remember what it was like hearing his voice for the first time, as he adjusted his glasses in that tightly fitted, buttoned-up shirt, the black leather shoulder holster tracing the lines of his chest and shoulders. The green tea scent in the air as he read the latest reports with a deep, calm tone.

You were instantly drawn to him. And, you weren’t proud to admit it: when he revealed himself, his true nature… that’s when you were sold. It didn’t take long, after that, for you to fall deeply in love.

At the beginning, Aizen worshiped you.

He made you feel things you thought were never possible. He was your first, after all, and that awakened something wild, primal in him.

You were his. His property.

To touch.

To look at.

To taste.

And his alone.

However, as your position in the Force began to rise, the inevitable conflict of interests—and his very demanding side-business—drove you apart. You fought more, spent more time without seeing each other, or even speaking at all. As the fights grew more frequent, the sex became less and less.

He had never yelled at you, let alone laid a finger on you. And he couldn't care less about a bunch of low-level dealers, as they didn’t know the first thing about who was truly running the whole operation—if it weren’t for the consequences from the chasing.

A bullet wound on your waist and a few bandages wrapped around your wrists and ankles were apparently enough for him to be fuming, and all that calm, superiority, and arrogance vanished in an instant.

Oh, and this time… this time, he yelled.

As he drove you home, you stared out at the city lights illuminating the night through the car’s rain-speckled window.

He moved quickly, weaving dangerously through traffic, his eyes darkened with anger, and you were pretending not to be scared by the speed.

You turned your head to look at him, and quickly realized your mistake.

His voice thundered in the car, raw and sharp.

“How could you be so irresponsible?!”

“Do you know what your recklessness will cost me? Look at the state of you!”

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed, and for what?!”

But all you could focus on… was him.

That deep cobalt-blue shirt clung to his frame, sleeves pushed up just enough to expose veiny forearms gripping the wheel like he was trying to crush it. The open collar gave you a glimpse of skin, and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed with every furious word was maddeningly distracting.

Your gaze drifted lower. Tailored black slacks, impossibly crisp, every crease sharp like a blade. The black 9mm gleaming cold in its holster, snug against his side. 

But then… his face. God, his face.

The flush of anger painted his cheeks and brow in shades of red, golden eyes blazing under tense, furrowed brows. His jaw clenched with restrained fury. And that hair, so perfectly slicked back, now defied him too, with a single strand falling across his gaze like a challenge.

He looked like a storm in human form.

The fact that you found him more beautiful like this, unhinged, furious, wild, said more about you than any insult he could throw your way.

Aizen aged like fine wine, and you noticed. So did every woman around him.

You had gone other long periods without sex. It wasn’t new and, honestly, it was kind of expected. But this one, already lasting a few months, was different. You didn’t notice him looking at you so much anymore.

And now, watching him in the driver's seat, his posture perfect, his presence commanding, every line of his body carved by control and power… you felt it.

Insecurity. For the very first time.

The way women looked at him lately… How they leaned in when they spoke to him. How they laughed just a little too long. How his eyes would linger… just a second too much.

Your throat tightened.

Was he finding satisfaction elsewhere? Giving in to his needs with someone softer, more obedient, less complicated? I mean, you knew how to be difficult.

The thought burned more than you'd ever admit.

So, you too felt angry, and turned your head once more to the window, answering his accusations sharply.

“If you’re so angry about your fucking little employers, then hop off at the next corner and recruit some more addicts to do your dirty job.”

Yep, the silence that followed your words made you instantly regret them. Then, his voice said, calmly:

“Excuse me?”

"You heard me. At least one of us doesn’t want to live like a fucking hypocrite."

"Watch your damn tone when you're speaking to me."

"Fuck you, Sōsuke. I made a mistake! I wasn’t trying to go after your guys. Still, it serves you right. I’m still a cop, ya know?"

And then Aizen did something you never thought you’d witness.

With his lips pressed into a tight, silent line, he moved, sudden and violent, his fist slamming into the steering wheel with a sound like a gunshot, setting off the horn. You jumped, your whole body trembling in your seat as a shiver ran down your spine. Now you were really scared.

His voice came low, but it seethed with something far more dangerous than shouting.

"Is that what you think of me? That this…" he gestured vaguely, “…is about a few meaningless arrests?"

“What else? Just… leave me alone. I understand how much my death would be an inconvenience to you. Don’t worry, I’m gonna stay the hell away from you as well, Captain.”

Now, he looked at you, although you couldn’t see it. His gaze landing on you cold and mean.

Your words had silenced him.

And somehow, that silence shook you more than if he had yelled back, more than any cruel retort he could’ve thrown.

By the time you arrived at your shared penthouse, the silence had only grown more hostile. From the garage, to the chrome elevator, to the spacious, modern living room, neither of you dared to speak a single word.

He stormed off toward his room, footsteps heavy and deliberate, echoing through the hall like distant thunder. Then came the slam of his door.

Now, alone in your suite, the soft lighting against your skin, you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

The bandages. The bruises. The dried blood in the creases of your skin.

Yeah, maybe you had been reckless. But it didn’t add up. If he wasn’t worried about the arrests, or his operation, what was it, then?

After a shower that burned against every open wound, you dried off in silence, and began your nightly routine - creams, perfume, serums. Then, the thought hit you.

Could it be that Sōsuke, your husband, was actually worried about you?

“No.”, you quickly dismissed that thought.

“Or could it?”, now, you were smiling, like an idiot teenage girl.

You sat at the recamier in the middle of your walk-in closet, pondering, your hair damp, your skin tingling from the sting of healing cuts beneath layers of moisturizer and self-deceit. Yes, you were reckless. And defying, and difficult. You were all those things. But Aizen knew it from the start: you’d never be a perfect little wifey, silent and obedient. Much less a complacent subordinate. That was precisely why he liked you in the first place.

So maybe… just maybe… you owed him an apology.

This, and the fact that you haven’t got laid in months. Fuck. Why did he have to look so good today?

And that brings you here. Standing in front of the closed door to your husband’s suite, the one you haven’t been in for a very long time.

Barefoot, you stared at your toes—painted in that deep, wine-red he liked so much. Exactly the way he liked them.

Your hands trembled, hovering just inches from the wood, unable to knock.

On your body, delicate white lace hugged every curve. A garter belt around your thighs, and black floral embroidery traced across the sheer fabric, outlining your nipples like an invitation whispered against his skin.

That lingerie. The one he could never take his eyes off of. The one he insisted on fucking you in, slowly, without damaging a single thread, even if it was a long time ago.

What better apology than this, no?

Finally, you knocked. With a soft voice, you asked:

“Sōsuke…?”

“Go back to your fucking bed.”, he answered, angrily, speaking to you in a way he never did before.

Fucking bastard. You almost turned around. But your heart, and the fact that you spent the last hour shaving, brushing your hair, choosing lingerie and chugging liquid courage, made you stay. So, in a sweet tone, so uncharacteristic of yourself, you tried again, head against the door.

“Sōsuke, my love… Please let me in.”

He turned silent for a second, and you heard the sheets move against the mattress, a sudden shift, the sound of him sitting up quickly.

“Come in.”

As you opened the door, you saw Aizen sitting straight at the edge of his king-sized bed, deep green sheets perfectly folded. His scent, manly, refreshing, took over your nostrils. He still had his clothes and holster on, and his badge, alongside his gun, were sitting in the nightstand.

Taking his glasses off, you saw his eyes widen, scanning every inch of your body. His parted lips let out a quiet breath, like the air had been knocked from his lungs.

Aizen's hair was no longer perfect, with messy strands falling across his forehead. And his tone immediately changed, almost gagging.

“Sweetheart… what is this?”

“I thought…”, you walked in closer, slowly, still feeling the room, “we should start over…”, and closer, “… I hate how we left things.”

“We?”, he smiled, cocky, as he crossed his legs with infuriating confidence, and bent a finger, calling you closer.

“Yes, my husband. We. I don’t understand what made you so furious in the first place.”

Your voice was calm now. Gentle, almost teasing.

You were one breath away from him, standing between his legs, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders.

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he leaned in, slowly, deliberately, pressing his face into your chest, nuzzling against the soft skin and the delicate white and black lace that framed your breasts.

His hands remained still, but his breath… It deepened, warm and heavy against your skin.

“Sweetheart… look at yourself.” His voice was low, whispered.

He touched your wrists, softly, afraid that he would hurt you more.

Then, he moved the tip of his fingers to the bullet wound in your waist, looking at you with cold sharp eyes. “How else should I react, imaging those fuckers touching my precious queen?”

You hold his cheeks, staring straight into his yellowy eyes.

“You haven’t touched me or looked at me in months. How should I know you were actually worried about me?”

“Oh. So this is what this is about.” He smiled, that same smile that used to send shivers down your spine. “You’re upset because I’ve been neglecting your demanding little pussy?”

“Sōsuke… don’t talk like that.”

“You’re my wife. I’ll talk to you as I please. Come here.”, he signaled for you to sit in his lap - which you did, right away, arms still around his neck.

“I won’t apologize for doing my job, Sōsuke.” You say, seriously.

“Then, maybe, I should teach you a few manners. I have been busy, yes… But that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how you like to be treated.”

Aizen lifted you effortlessly with one arm, holding you tightly as you clung to his shoulders.

He walked around the bed with slow, measured steps, then laid you down gently across it, perpendicular to the pillows, like you were something precious he still intended to own completely.

His eyes traveled over your body, dark and intense, lingering on your breasts, perfectly framed by the lace that always drove him mad.

Then he spoke, voice rough and low.

"Sweetheart, are you sure? I’m still furious. Today was a goddamn disaster. And you’re really hurt."

“I need you, hubby. So much.” You smile, biting your lower lip, teasing him, as you spread your legs slowly.

Aizen licked his upper lip, groaning, the sight of your already wet pussy covered in little black flowers was more than enough to almost make him lose control. Almost. He still had one lesson to teach you.

He didn’t kiss you, not at first.

Instead, he pushed your tights closer to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor with your legs above his shoulder. In a polite manner, he kissed your pussy, pulling your panties to the side with his finger.

Fuck, how much you missed him eating you out.

His tongue started slow and steady between your folds, tasting the wet liquid that came out of your pussy just by hearing the mere sound of his demanding voice.

Then, he alternated between his tongue’s soft, circular motions and lightly sucking your clit, without taking his eyes off of your trembling body, as his hand gripped your breasts firmly.

You could barely contain the quiet sounds escaping your lips, the low voiced moaning accompanied by a few “fucks” that you’d occasionally throw.

But it was only when Aizen slid his two fingers inside your wet, tight pussy, with slow and torturous movements, that you realized: all of that was intentional. He wanted to test your limits, to hear you beg for more.

And you knew you wanted to.

“Hubby… please… do it faster.”

“Faster, eh? Is this not enough to satisfy you?”, he said, smiling.

“No… I need more.”

“Okay, my queen. I’ll give you more.”

Aizen drank the wetness of your pussy like he was thirsty. Liking, fingering, sucking you dry, while he’d also bite your inner thighs… It was maddening. You squirmed around his tongue when he laid it flat on your clit, screaming, begging.

“Beg for it. Tell me what this greedy little pussy wants.”

“Oh God, yes! Please, please don’t stop! I’m gonna cum, hubby… please make me cum!”

He kept it going, harder, faster, warmer, until…

He stopped.

Holding your own boobs, you looked down to the sight of his sloppy face smiling at you maliciously.

“Wh-what? Sōsuke…”

You were trembling, panting. That fucker.

“You’ll cum when I say you can.” He stood up, cleaning his mouth as he was licking his fingers. Then, as tears ran down your cheeks, you saw him unzipping his pants, taking off his black leather belt.

He wasn’t about to get naked, no. All the vulnerability belonged to you.

“It’s your fault, really. Coming here, unannounced, dressed like a whore.” Stroking his cock, he kept humiliating you, as you stood over your elbows, mouth opened and breathing heavily. “Really thought I was about to let you go with a warning, yeah?”

So, you got it. This was his own personal way of punishing you for disobeying his orders.

Before he could reach you again, you landed your feet on his chest, looking at his large, veiny and pink cock in his hand.

“How bad are you mad at me?”

Aizen let out a dry laugh, low and sharp.

“You don’t want to know.”

You shifted, rising to your knees on the bed, hands clasped in front of you in a way that pressed your chest together, making your breasts stand out, almost slipping out of your bra.

A small smile played at your lips as you tilted your head.

“Then show me.” you whispered. Would it kill you to play along to his fantasies every once in a while? “Please, daddy… punish me…”

His eyes darkened. At that moment, something took over Aizen. You saw the tip of his cock dripping pre cum, as his smile disappeared. You had just hit a spot, and he was about to make you sorry. Just like that, the last thread of his restraint snapped.

He pushed you, violently, back to bed, and put himself above you with wild speed. You felt Aizen’s dick sliding inside of you, as he placed his hand on your back, lifting your waist up, so he could fuck you even deeper. Had you not been this wet, it would’ve ripped you apart.

You screamed in pleasure, your eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head, as you arched your whole back. He hugged your thighs, fucking you with deep and strong thrusts, as his thumb circled around your clit, making you lose every sense of yourself.

“Does it feel good, my wife?”

But you couldn’t answer. Your moans were louder than your words, and your trembling body prevented anything but screams from coming out of your mouth. The sharp pain of the bleeding hole in your waist was nothing compared to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Fuck, I’ve forgotten how good this pussy feels around my cock.”

“If you can… speak… than you can fuck me harder.”

“Is that so?”

Oh, you were in for a treat. Aizen ripped the laced panties off of you, leaving marks in your body. Then, he did the same to your bra, tearing down the pair he loved the most. He wanted to see your boobs moving as he was about to fuck your brains out.

You tried to look away, close your eyes. But he held your cheeks firmly with just one hand, forcing you to look straight at him. After that, Aizen pinned your thighs against the bed, alongside your bouncy breasts, spreading your pussy as much as he could, moving his waist back and forth, and making circular movements.

He spat on you, angrily. In 5 years of marriage, you’d never seen him like this. His thrusting was uncontrolled, fiery, and he, too, was rolling his eyes.

“One more word from you, I fucking dare you.”

More breathily screams from you. The neighbors could go fuck themselves.

Aizen was moaning, now right by your ear, and his voice kept making you wetter, crazier.

“Please, daddy…”

“Yes… yes…?”

“Please let me cum…”

He finally kissed you. As you two came together, him filling you up to the brim with his seed, his tongue danced in your mouth, claiming it as his’. He laid on top of you, but you didn’t mind the weight.

It was all surreal, how much you had missed Sōsuke. And he missed you too, in his twisted way.

So, he hugged you, burying his face in your neck, still dressed, the leather holster pressing against your skin. Took you long enough, but you finally minded the stingy pain on your waist. As you looked down, so did he, promptly helping you change your bandages.

“I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Yes, you did…” you smiled.

“Yes. I did.” He found it crazy how you, of all people, accepted all the parts of him he had to conceal.

Some time later, you slipped out of bed, intending to return to your own room, a habit you'd picked up over the years.

But Aizen caught your arm, firm and unwavering.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To my room?”

“No. No. You’re never spending another night away from me.”

He knew he should apologize for the distance, for the neglect. He knew he owed you an explanation, a reason for the worry, for his anger.

But not tonight.

Tonight, all he could bring himself to do was hold you close and fall asleep in his wife’s arms.

“I’ll kill every single bastard that dared lay a finger on you.”

[akaikikuchi]

Chapter 15 Analysis – Oblivion Chapter Notes:

Hey, everyone! I’ve brought you a brief analysis of an event from this latest chapter of Oblivion!

While I was writing, my friend and I came up with a question: what is Aizen’s Zanpakutō release phrase? Every time we’ve seen his Shikai being deactivated, he says “Kudakero, Kyōka Suigetsu.” He only says these words when he wants to release someone from an already existing illusion.

砕けろ (kudakero): “shatter / break into pieces.” So literally, “Shatter, Kyōka Suigetsu.”

But we’ve never actually seen its true release, since Aizen has complete mastery over his Shikai and doesn’t need to say the command out loud (as explained by Byakuya to Renji during the Soul Society arc). A Reddit post supported our thoughts by theorizing that Aizen’s Zanpakutō might function similarly to Urahara’s, with specific commands for different functions or abilities.

So, in search of words that could conceptually be the opposite of “kudakero,” I found “shizumero.” 沈めろ (shizumero): “sink,” “submerge,” “plunge.” I believe this is a perfect match for Kyōka Suigetsu, especially when analyzing the kanji of the Zanpakutō’s name:

鏡花水月 – Literally: 鏡 Mirror – 花 Flower – 水 Water – 月 Moon. The flower in the mirror, the moon on the water. Both are right there in front of us, yet we can’t touch either. Thus, Aizen’s Zanpakutō alludes to illusory beauty—an untouchable existence. Like the beauty of a flower trapped in the mirror, or a wolf howling at the reflection of the moon in water.

So, we created this release command: “Shizumero, Kyōka Suigetsu – Sink, Kyōka Suigetsu.” Sink into the waters of illusion, reach for the illusory moon.

And we believe it’s the perfect opposite of: “Kudakero, Kyōka Suigetsu – Shatter, Kyōka Suigetsu.” Shatter the mirror, free the imprisoned flower.

See you next time!

[akaikikuchi]

Haiako Kikuchi [Love and Sacrifice] No one gets to live without sacrifice.

As Haiako drank her floral tea, sweetened with blackberries, its scent pulled her back to moments her mind tried to forget, but her soul longed for. Seated in her office chair, the cold wind slipped through the crack in her window, and she could hear the distant sounds of her subordinates training with purpose. She closed her eyes and felt her body carried away to a time that seemed endlessly far.

In her memory, that man’s large, veined hand gripped her neck with force, tearing the air from her lungs. And yet, his kisses were gentle and wet, and his yellowy eyes looked at her in silent pleading.

She opened her eyes, staring at the flowers suspended in her rosy tea.

Better to stop daydreaming about moments that would never return. Outside her room, Aizen’s silhouette took shape behind the shoji, walking slowly. The sighs and words of admiration from those crossing his path filled the air: noisy, yet somehow comforting.

Her heart filled with grief.

She now mourned the man she had known. He no longer existed.

Sōsuke had left her. Now, only Captain Aizen remained.

At least, that was what she thought.

[akaikikuchi]

Sōsuke Aizen [A Moodboard of His True Soul] Every lie needs some truth embedded within it.

When Aizen awoke, the faint light of dawn touched his eyes, slipping timidly through the translucent shoji paper. In that first second of wakefulness — when he knew no other soul was stirring, no sound existed but the hush of his own breath — his heart flooded with solitude. Dressed in a traditional ochre samue, his wavy brown hair fell across his brow, and his head rested upon his arm.

His dark, yellow-tinged eyes traced the details of the tatami, upon which his futon lay. In his mind, images of that woman lying naked beside him returned in flashes, each one tightening his chest with nostalgia and regret. Now, only the future kept him company, and he knew his path would be lined with sacrifice.

But… what if he could claim her one last time? What if those cherry-colored lips could, once more, be his? Aizen, lying there, was now only Sōsuke. And this secret, repressed version of his soul remembered, vividly, the feeling of his hands wrapped around the smooth, fragrant neck of that woman. If he could have her again, bare himself to her… Would she, then, follow him?

Now, the Soul Society was awake. And Sōsuke had become the Captain once more. Seeing that woman walking through the corridors of his squad, he returned to his senses: he could never damn her in such a way.

[akaikikuchi]

Análise Capítulo 15 - Oblivion

Notas do Capítulo:

Ei, pessoal!

Trouxe aqui para vocês uma breve análise de um acontecimento neste último capítulo de Oblivion!

Quando estava escrevendo, eu e meu amigo levantamos uma questão: qual a frase de liberação da Zanpakutō de Aizen? Em todos os momentos que nos foi mostrado a desativação de sua Shikai, ele diz “Kudakero”, Kyōka Suigetsu. Ele apenas diz essas palavras quando deseja libertar alguém de uma ilusão já existente.

砕けろ (kudakero): “esmague / quebre em pedaços”. Então, literalmente, “Quebre, Kyōka Suigetsu”.

Mas nós nunca realmente vimos sua liberação, uma vez que Aizen possui a maestria completa de sua Shikai, e não precisa dizer o comando em voz alta (assim como explicado por Byakuya para Renji, no Arco da Soul Society). Uma publicação do Reddit corroborou para as nossas perguntas, ao teorizar que a Zanpakutō de Aizen poderia funcionar de forma semelhante a de Urahara, com comandos específicos para diferentes funções/habilidades.

Por isso, procurando algumas palavras que pudessem, conceitualmente, ser o oposto de “kudakero”, encontrei “shizumero”.

沈めろ (shizumero): "afunde", "mergulhe", "submerja".

Acredito que essa seja uma escolha perfeita para a Kyōka Suigetsu, justamente ao analisar os kanjis da Zanpakutō.

鏡花水月 - Literalmente: 鏡 Espelho – 花 Flor – 水 Água – 月 Lua.

A flor no espelho, a lua na água.

Ambos estão ali, em nossa frente, mas em nenhum é possível tocarmos. Logo, a Zanpakutō de Aizen faz alusão a uma beleza ilusória, uma existência intangível. Como a beleza da flor presa no espelho, e como o lobo que uiva para o reflexo da lua na água.

Então, criamos o comando:

“Shizumero, Kyōka Suigetsu - Mergulhe, Kyōka Suigetsu.”

Mergulhe nas águas da ilusão, busque a lua ilusória.

E acreditamos ser o oposto perfeito de:

“Kudakero, Kyōka Suigetsu - Quebre, Kyōka Suigetsu.”

Quebre o espelho, liberte a flor aprisionada.

Até o próximo!

[akaikikuchi]

Oblivion

Ei, pessoal 🤍

Criei esse Tumblr como um registro pessoal para compartilhar algumas notas e curiosidades sobre minha Fanfic no PlusFiction (e em breve em outros lugares): Oblivion - uma história Bleach.

Oblivion é uma história que conta um pouco mais sobre Aizen Sōsuke e sua relação com Kikuchi Haiako - uma habilidosa Shinigami que faz parte de seu passado.

A história se inicia com uma súbita transferência: Haiako, até então 3° Posto da Divisão 1, é transferida repentinamente para a Divisão 5, sob o pedido e comando de Aizen.

Contudo, os mistérios de sua relação pregressa rapidamente começam a afetar sua rotina, e a mulher se vê presa entre os segredos de Aizen, e os seus próprios.

A cada episódio publicado, compartilharei aqui notas sobre os capítulos, bem como curiosidades, linhas do tempo, e as artes criadas por Inteligência Artificial para ambientar nosso Universo Bleach sob outra perspectiva.

Espero vocês nessa jornada!