kk-stormy - Tumblr blog

[kk-stormy]

Leon Kennedy NSFW Alphabet

Dynamics: RE4! Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Spicy Alphabet

Warnings: Adult themes, obviously smut

A/N: Hey Leon simps...hope ya'll enjoy! Also if anyone wants to request any other characters for an alphabet, let me know!

-----

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-Leon is very good at aftercare. He always makes sure that you are comfy and well cared for. He'll run you both a warm shower and he honestly just likes to take his time, washing your body and making sure you are well cared for and clean. His favorite part is when he finally gets to lay back in bed with you and relax as you drift off to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-Leon loves your whole body honestly. If he had to pick one thing he'd probably say your hands. He likes to hold them and kiss them and its just something that's so grounding to him when he's fucking you and he intertwines his fingers with yours.

-On himself I think he'd be particularly proud of arms. He knows he's got some muscle on them and it just makes him feel strong.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-Leon would probably prefer something simple like your stomach if not inside a condom. If he has to pull out, he doesn't like making too big of a mess so your stomach will do.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-He's always wanted to wake you up with a little surprise. Whether that be waking you up with head, fingering you, or fucking you awake. Its just something about how pretty you look when you're sleeping next to him and you have your ass pressed against his dick...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-Since this is taking place around RE!4 he doesn't have a lot of experience. Of course he's not nearly as clueless as he was in RE!2 but he's too busy to have that much experience under his belt. Luckily he's a quick learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-He likes it simple. Missionary or maybe Doggy-style. Missionary is just perfect, he can gauge all your reactions and see how you feel when he looks at your face and its just perfect. Doggy-style is nice when he presses his chest against your back and he gets to be as close to you as possible. His arms would be wrapped around your waist as he rolls his hips into yours.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

-Not too goofy but he may crack a few horrible jokes here or there. He wants to keep the mood light and not too serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

-Not too messy, not completely bare. Given his line of work and very limited amount of time he has at home, I think he tries his best to stay as well groomed as possible but he leaves a little bit and has a nice happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

-In the moment he an get very sucked up into all the emotions and the feelings that happen during sex. His life is hard and he rarely ever gets to take the time to unwind so sometimes it can be emotional for him and he just wants to show you how appreciative he is.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-Oh absolutely. When he's off on the other side of the world, away from you he's got to have some way to relieve stress. Its not that frequent but he does it often enough late at night when he's thinking of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-Definitely has a praise kink. He wants to hear how good he is doing for you, how good he is making you feel, and if you happen to tell him how strong he is or how handsome he looks then he might just cum right then and there...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-Usually at home in bed, but there have been a few instances where he has enjoyed some shower sex. You two just wanted to spend some time together after he got home from a mission and he couldn't help himself when he saw soap running down your skin and your pretty body standing there in front of him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-Just you in general. He loves everything about you and god does he think you're hot. You barely even have to do anything to get him hard. You could probably give him a few good kisses and he'd start to get heated.l

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-No guns, no knives, and I don't think he'd be huge into choking. Anything that could hurt you is a definite no for him. I also don't think he'd into the whole "daddy" thing..it kinda just weirds him out-

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-He prefers giving. Its one of his ways he likes to show you how much he loves and appreciates you. Just having you lay back and spread your legs is one of his favorite things.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

-Steady. Not too fast, not too slow. He likes to get the job done but not rush it too much. Of course if you want it rougher/faster he'd be happy to oblige and there are moments when he's feeling more emotional or soft so he'll be a bit softer and slow then.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-He doesn't mind them. Sometimes he'll get a call for work and he'll have to leave soon but he wants to fuck you on last time before he goes. I feel like it'd be a common thing between you too.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

-He's neutral on taking risks. He's pretty much down for anything you'd like to try, so long as its within reason. But if you want to experiment then he's more than happy to give it a try with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-Leon has good stamina but the poor boy is tried most of the time. I think he'd be able to give you a good few long rounds before passing out lmao-

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

-He doesn't own any toys himself but if you had some and wanted to use them he'd be happy to. I think he'd be more eager to use them on you but if you convince him you'd probably be able to use a vibrator on him or maybe a cock ring-

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-Doesn't tease at all. He's very giving and generous while having sex and he loves to make you feel good.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-Not too loud but not quiet. I'd say he's somewhere in the middle. He'll let out a few good groans and maybe some moans if you get him feeling really good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-He loves it when you wear his clothes. Whether that be an oversized shirt or his jacket, its just something about seeing you in his clothes that gets him going.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-Definitely a grower. Leon when he's soft is a good 6.5 inches and when he's hard, he gets to a whole 7.5 inches. When hard his dick tilts slightly to the left but has one of two prominent veins running up his shaft.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-Pretty high honestly. He's always pent up from his job and stressed so one of the best ways he can relieve himself it by fucking you. Plus he just loves you and can't seem to get enough of you so his sex drive is decently high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-He tries to stay up long enough for you to fall asleep first but sometimes he's just so worn out that he either falls asleep with you or a little before you.

[kk-stormy]

Can I get an Azien with a virgin human reader who is a little nervous of their first time? That would be so interesting to read. Only write this if you like the idea❤️

AHHHHH OF COURSE!!! I love this idea and I hope you enjoy reading it <3

Aizen was different with you. Sure, he was still manipulating and a bastard, but he was sweet. You weren't sure how you changed the manipulator, but you did.

Aizen took his sweet time getting to know you and eventually romancing you. Sure, you had kiss other people before, but nothing could compare to Aizen's kisses.

They were deep and long, so intoxicating. Each time you pull away, you're left gasping for air. Aizen knows that you're a virgin, so he's always respecting that, pulling away when things get too steamy.

Aizen was sure tonight was going to be another night where you pull away and he respects that decision fully.

The two of you are on the bed, Aizen on top of you as your back is pressed into the mattress. His hands are roaming all over your body, but never touching your core or going down there.

Your hands are exploring his chest and even slip down, feeling his abs through his shirt. Your lips are intertwined together, tongues clashing together.

Aizen's hands squeeze your hips and you arch your back, pressing your body against his. You can feel his erection on your thigh and Aizen pulls away from your lips, sitting up on his knee.

"Why'd you stop?" you ask curiously, as his hand reaches out and smooths down your hair.

"Well, you usually do at this point. Did you want me to keep going?" Aizen asks, his eyes searching for an answer in yours.

You gulp and toy with his shirt for a minute. A part of your body throbs and aches for Aizen, for his touch and to be pleasured. You scared, duh, but Aizen has explained that he'll be gentle and kind.

"Yeah," you nod your head and he cups your head, furrowing your eyebrows together.

"Are you sure?" his eyes widen and you eagerly nod your head.

"I want to, Aizen. Please," you urge him.

"Ok, we'll do this, but only on your terms. You tell me what you want or what you don't want, okay?" he asks, eyes laced with worry.

"Well, I want you to touch me, Aizen. All over, wherever you want. Please," you speak kindly and he nods his head. His touch is gentle and sweet as he cups your face.

His thumbs caress your skin as he presses his lips to yours. Warm, soft lips meshing together and opening, allowing for Aizen to slip his tongue inside of your mouth.

You moan as his tongue glides over yours, capturing it as his. Your hands tangle in his dark brown hair as he presses his body against yours.

His body warmth radiates onto yours, hotness pooling in your stomach. He pulls away from your puffy lips and moves down to your jawline, pressing wet kisses there.

You hum quietly and Aizen lifts his head up.

"Is this okay?" he asks, concern laced in his eyes.

"Better than okay," you nod your head and he smirks. He dips his head down to your neck and sucks on your sensitive skin. Your hips buck up into his and he groans, sending sweet vibrations down to your neck.

His hands shimmy up your shirt and slide against your skin. His touch makes your insides tingle and you slightly tug on his hair. Aizen drags his teeth along your neck, down to your collarbone.

Aizen's lips and movements make a moan squeak out from your throat. He bites down on your collarbone and you arch your back as it brings you pleasure.

His hands squeeze your breasts trapped inside your bra and your jaw drops open.

"Is it okay if I take this off?" Aizen asks, pulling his hand out from your stomach and toying with the hem of your shirt. You gulp and nod your head.

Aizen takes his sweet time, pulling your shirt up and revealing your stomach. He presses soft kisses there as he tugs your shirt over your head.

Aizen inhales deeply and his lips curl up into a smile. "What? Is something wrong?" you ask, shifting nervously in the bed. His bare knuckles run up and down the middle of your stomach.

"You're beautiful. So beautiful, y/n," Aizen comments, a hand sliding behind your back. He unclips your bra and hearing the sound of it unclip makes your heart pound against your chest.

He pulls the straps down your shoulders and off your arms. You quickly latch your arms over your chest, hiding your breasts.

"Y/n...you don't have to hide from me," his deep voice drawls out and you giggle nervously. Aizen's warm, large hands grab onto yours and slowly bring them down to your sides.

You grab onto the bedsheets as his eyes lock onto your bare breasts, admiring them. His hands cup your breasts and his fingertips massage your flesh.

"O-oh, that feels so good, Aizen," you whine out, his thumbs fiddling with your nipples. He dips his head down and wraps his lips around your right nipple.

You gasp quietly and arch your back, pressing your desperate body against his. You comb your fingers through his hair as he sucks on your hard nipple.

He drags his lips across your chest and then nibbles on your other nipple. His hand drags down your stomach and unzips your pants, pulling down your jeans.

Aizen's thumb circles around your clit and you moan loudly, waves of pleasure sent down to your most sensitive area. Your eyes widen as Aizen sits up, taking off his white button up as his muscles flex.

You run your hands up and down his chest, feeling every one of his muscles. He tugs your jeans off your ankles and discards them with the rest of your clothes on the floor.

His eyes gaze over at the wet spot on your underwear and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

"So wet for me, y/n. What a good girl," he praises you, knuckles running over your cheek. His fingers latch onto your underwear, slowly pulling them down your legs and tossing them on the ground.

His hand pushes your thighs apart, eyes landing on your throbbing core. Your arousal glistens in the light and Aizen dips his head down, kissing your inner thighs.

His thumb still works on your clit and he runs his tongue over your folds. You whimper and watch in awe as Aizen sticks his fingers inside of his mouth, getting them wet for you.

"Ready?" he asks, wet fingers running up and down your folds. You nod and Aizen slowly pushes his fingers inside of your pussy. Aizen slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, trying to get you use to the feeling.

Soft moans leave your lips as his fingers curl up against the soft spot buried deep inside of you. A faint sound of squelching fills the room as you lean your head back.

"I-it feels good," you moan out, clenching the bedsheets. Your legs shook more and your moans got louder until you let out a cry of his name.

Hot liquid gushes out from your insides and coats Aizen's fingers. He smirks and brings them up to his lips, tongue swirling around them.

You pant heavily as Aizen rubs your sore clit, his free hand unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants. By the time you glance up, Aizen's cock is set free.

It's thick, huge. There's no way it'll fit. Your eyes fill with fear and Aizen notices. He smiles warmly and presses two fingers to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his lips.

The kiss is soft and slow, you were distracted by it until the warmth of his cock starts to enter you. You pull away from the kiss and your mouth falls open as you feel each inch slide inside you.

You let a cry mixed with pain and pleasure. Aizen slowly and carefully pushes the rest of his cock in, stretching out your pussy. His hand moves to your waist and his eyes meet yours.

"Are you okay?" Aizen asks, bottoming out. You breath heavily and nod your head.

"Yeah, I think so," you let out a shaky breath, relaxing around him. He starts thrusting in and out of you, the pace is slow and sensual.

Your goes jaw slack, your head resting against the mattress as moans slip out from your mouth. Aizen rolls his hips into yours, cupping your face and gazing down at you.

Your moans fill the sound, the echo of your skin slapping together. The familiar feeling in your stomach starts to form again when Aizen's fingers were buried deep inside of your cunt.

You were close to your release.

"Aizen," you moan out and tucks your hair behind your ear, eyes steadying on your face.

"I know," he reassures you, his finger reaching down and starting to rub your clit. Your moans grow louder and your face scrunches up.

With a scream of pleasure, your orgasm tears through your body. The juices squirt out from your pussy and cover Aizen's cock. His thrusts are sloppy and he groans heavily.

You pant heavily and your body jolts as his cock sinks in and out of you. His cock twitches inside of you and he grows weaker, thick ropes of cum shooting out from the head of his cock.

You moan softly as you fill the warmth filling up your insides and Aizen pants heavily, his head hanging low and near your face. The two of you stay in this position for a moment, before Aizen pulls out.

He sinks into the mattress beside you, gathering you in his arms as he carefully cleans you up.

The rest of your night is filled with tender touches and soft words.

[kk-stormy]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Ichimaru Gin x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!aizen, dom!gin, dom!kisuke, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), dirty talk, slight degradation kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, praising kink;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Sosuke Aizen.

When Aizen wants to eat you out he will specifically ask you to lay on your back and let him take the lead. How does he enjoy feasting on you? With your legs draped over his shoulders, his slender fingers gripping the plush of your thighs both to keep you in place and drive you mad. The cute whimpers leaving your mouth, as his tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves for the sake of his sadistic side, make him go nuts, albeit he would never let you know about it. You want more, your hips bucking up as breathy pleas roll out of your tongue, when Sosuke locks eyes with you.

“Beg” he huskily demands, his hot breath fanning your dripping heat.

Chest raising and falling erratically, you shoot a desperate glance at him, teary eyes boring into his dark ones, as you give up. Trying to front, or display difiance with him will only grant you hours of torture and you are in no position to endure more teasing from him. He is unbothered by your bratty attitude most of the times, his annoyance showed off in the way he drags out your orgasms only to let you utterly unsatisfied in the end.

“Please, please, Sosuke, make me come! I can’t take it anymore!” you whine out, your bottom lip wobbling as he grins up at you, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your inner thigh until he reaches your aching cunt.

“You’re lucky I am in a good mood” he states, before his mouth dives back between your legs and his lips wrap around your throbbing clit.

You moan loudly, your back arching as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the heavenly sensation he is blessing you with. He sucks onto it, his fingers digging into your skin, and you are more than sure that tomorrow morning you are going to find bruises in the shape of his fingerprints on your thighs. But it is worth the pain, this pleasure is something only he can provide you.

When you gasp for the overstimulation, he dips his tongue into your core, his thumb reaching up to your clit and pressing onto it in circular motions. At this point, incoherent words leave your lips as you squirm and your toes curl. He does not even care about the fact that your legs are now squeezing his head.

Looking up at you from behind his dark eyelashes, Aizen replaces his tongue with his index and forefinger and curl them inside you, having no trouble in reaching that sensitive spongy spot within your inner walls. You squeal out in pleasure, your jaw going slack, as your body jolts up for the sudden stimulation.

“Let me taste you, darling. Let me drink from you” Sosuke murmurs, his voice soothing and contrasting with his lustful and lewd gestures.

You cannot retaliate, replying is impossible at this point. When his tongue begin to twirl around your abused clit again, while his fingers thrust in and out of you in a depraved melody of squelching sounds, it is time for you to give him what he wants.

You arch your back, sinful moans filling the room as your orgasm rips through you and Sosuke is quick to withdraw his fingers, now glistening in your essence. He leisurely sucks them clean, before lapping at your core so sensually your body twitches.

“You are so beautiful, when you’re fucked out” he comments, kissing his way up your stomach until he hovers over your writhing frame.

When his hand reaches down to unbuckle his belt, you know he is far from being done with you.

Gin Ichimaru.

This man is a real menace. He loves giving you oral more than receiving. While he is prone to do it pretty much at any given occasion, he has a thing for bending you over his desk and eating you out from behind. No matter how you many times you try to object that it is degrading, he does not give a damn about it.

He loves the control he has over your body, his large, calloused and bony hands spread your rears as his tongue explores your core deeply, until you bang your fist onto the wooden desk and squirm around under his ministrations.

“Stop squirming, little girl, or I might have to give you a punishment” he chides you, lapping at your folds assiduously.

Sweat beads your forehead, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you whimper and, when he deliberately bites softly at your lips to earn a reaction from you, there is nothing that you can do but try to stand back up. Gin obviously sneers, his hands pushing you back down onto the desk as he delivers you a rather brutal spank. A cute yelp erupts from your throat, eyes widening even so slightly, as he slips his hand between your thighs to cup your sex.

“What a naughty little minx you are… What was that, huh? You are clearly asking for a punishment, you little masochist” Gin taunts you, smirking as his long fingers plung into your arching core without much of a warning.

You are dripping, your nails scraping the wooden surface of the desk as Gin watches the way your face scrunches up in shameful grimaces expressing your pleasure. It is not enough, he wants to really leave you thinking about this little session you are having for hours, before you are going back to work for your Captain.

“Gin! Fuck— Please, please, I can’t take it! I need t-to come” you beg him, as he kneels back behind you and pulls his fingers out of your entrance.

“Yes, you can. Now shut your pretty mouth and let me enjoy this pussy before you go back to Aizen” the Captain of the Third Division says, before delving his tongue into you and making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Your body is trembling, he can feel it, and the way your walls clamp down the tip of his tongue are a clear sign that you are close to your climax. A presumptuous smile gracing his thin lips, Gin does anything in his power to help you reach your climax. With a flick of his tongue, you scream out his name and the smirking snake below you is ready to collect your juices on his tongue.

Once he is done, he glances down at you and playfully spanks you again, leaning down towards your ear “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up. I don’t want to hear Aizen complain about how messy you looked at the reunion” he teases you, earning a groan of frustration from you.

But, as much as you despise the way he drives you mad, Gin Ichimaru has elicited reactions from you no one has ever made you experience before.

“I’m coming” you whisper, standing back up for real this time.

“Again?” Gin jests, only for you to grasp a slipper and throw it at him.

Urahara Kisuke.

Listen to me. If he was about to die and he was granted one last wish, this man would be asking for someone to sit on his face. He enjoys, no, he adores eating you out. He could spend hours between your thighs, savoring your essence over and over again. But if you just sit on his face, he will not make you regret your choice. The way you whimper and cry out his name from up above makes him literally hard.

“Kisuke, gosh, that’s— ah!” you struggle to find proper words to describe the way he gradually making you crumble down at his feet. His tongue is relentless in the way it twirls and swirl around your bundle of nerves, or the way it hastily dips into your core to collect each and every drop of your juices not to let them go to waste.

“I know, kitten, I know… Just let this old shop-keeper lavish your pussy. I am so hungry, I swear” he whines, hands sprawled over your hips to help you keep your balance. While he is clearly in command, even if he apparently does not seem to have the upper hand, this lazy man might even ask you to help him in the said task.

“Ride my face, baby, come on” he rasps out, palming himself through his pants as you cannot help yourself but slowly start to move your hips at a sensual tempo.

He groans, eyes close as his lips, teeth and tongue work together to help you reach your third orgasm. Your muscles burn, you are on the verge of collapsing for the powerful and draining waves of pleasure he has made you experience, but as you cry out in pleasure again you realize he has ruined you forever.

No one is going to give you oral the way he does.

“Fuck! Fuck! K-Kisuke, I’m—” you chime then, a scandalous high-pitched tone of voice piercing his ears as you increase the pace of your tempo. You are so close, so close to bathe him into your juices once again and he is eager to taste you as if it is the first time.

“Yes, princess, just like that! Come for me, good job, baby” he utters, smiling in ecstasy as you whimper and your orgasm leaves your mind blank. His tongue viciously laps at your core, a guttural sound leaving his throat in the meanwhile. He is so glad you exist.

As you pant and climb off of his face, muscles aching and eyes closed, Kisuke humms and jokingly squeezes your thigh before tugging his pants down his legs and smiling.

“If you want, we can try a sixty-nine now” he breathes out, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and making you chuckle softly in return.

You love that pervert shop-keeper so much.

tags: @electronicwitchcollection @aizenwifey @stygianoir @brittscafe my way to apologize for the late updates❤️

[kk-stormy]

may i request a scenario of aizen seducing his s/o 😳 thank you 💕

Sure! It's been a while since I wrote something remotely NSFW, so I feel a bit rusty. Timeline is vague, but it's female reader and Captain Aizen (and I miss him!).

The song that was the inspiration for this little drabble was Jupiter - Elliot Uppercut (Mr. Gonzo Remix).

Tags: @stygianoir

TW: NSFW: fingering. Relationship between reader and Aizen can be interpreted to an abuse-of-power situation, but I left it vague on what position reader is.

Every couple of decades, Lieutenants Sasakibe and Matsumoto liked to host a grand party in the world of the living as a celebration during peacetime. Their reasoning was that it was a “great learning experience” to see what mortals were doing, and not everyone liked to “celebrate” with a Japanese tea ceremony (that Captains Yamamoto and Unohana enjoyed planning). You chalked up that for Lieutenant Sasakibe, it was true that he wanted to know more about the mortals and what was considered “modern”, but you knew for Lieutenant Matsumoto, it was just an excuse to have fun and party. She didn’t need the reason of peacetime to throw one.

Every party differed depending on the whatever trends those in the living were experiencing. This was your second party, and you knew it was already different from the first. You remembered wearing a delicate kitsuke with floral motifs.

This time… you couldn’t believe your appearance. You were told to close your eyes as Lieutenant Matsumoto insisted on styling you for tonight’s party. Apparently, Lieutenant Ichimaru and her were in secrecy over something, but you weren’t sure of what.

You inched closer to the mirror, inspecting your face and you outfit. You had never, in your centuries as a Shinigami, worn anything like this. Lieutenant Matsumoto highlighted your eyes with glittery eyeshadow, while your lashes were accented with mascara, while a gold, sequin-covered mini dress hugged your body, with the final touches of bejewelled, black satin heels, adorning your feet. Your accessories were minimal, your hair styled in a way you weren’t familiar with, but you couldn’t help but blush – you looked good.

Lieutenant Matsumoto was also dressed in a similar fashion, her curvaceous figure being accented in her glittery mini dress. As Matsumoto inspected her appearance for any last-minute touch-ups, she grabbed your arm and chanting a quick spell to transport you both to the venue.

Bright, colourful lights, a ball covered in silver (was this what Lieutenant Matsumoto called a “disco ball”?), followed by pounding music.

The floor with the other party goers was changing colours to the beat of the music, as they danced their worries away. You recognized some captains and lieutenants at the bar, their outfits seemingly fitting with their personality.

Before you could ask Matsumoto what you should do, she ran off with Lieutenant Ichimaru. Sighing, you made your way to the edge of the dancefloor, watching your fellow colleagues dance away.

You couldn’t help yourself but hum to the song, gently swaying and moving to the rhythm. It was then you were tapped on your bare shoulder, startling you out of your reverie.

“I’m sorry to startle you – you looked like you should be on the floor and not on the sidelines” the man smiled. His brown hair slightly pushed back, a deep navy blue shirt that wasn’t buttoned fully all the way – leaving his bare chest exposed, tucked into black pants secured with a black belt with a gold buckle.

You stood there, blinking as to who it was, but as he smiled – you immediately recognized,

“Oh! Captain Aizen! I barely recognized you.” You answered. “I’m not used to seeing you without your glasses.”

“Yes – and it’s a first for me as well.” Aizen responded sheepishly. “I’m wearing what’s called ‘contact lenses’? They’re fairly new to the Realm of the Living and Sereitei.”

You hummed in acknowledgement as you stared his face. Without his glasses, his eyes were sharp and intense, completely opposite to the gentle and kind voice he had.

“But back to my earlier comment – you should be on the dancefloor. You shouldn’t deny yourself from having fun, especially with how much time Lieutenant Matsumoto spent to throw this event.” Captain Aizen remarked as he looked over your body.

“I will if you will, Captain Aizen!” You laughed, as you pulled him with you.

The song changed to a more upbeat one and you felt your hips sway again, your body moving on its own to the rhythm. You smiled as your body moved to the music, closing your eyes as you let go. It was when you opened your eyes, when you noticed Captain Aizen smiling, but not moving.

You grabbed his hands again encouraged him to move his legs, motioning him to move them as you were. Once he followed the rhythm, you guided his arms. “You got this Captain Aizen!” You cheered as you danced along with him.

Soon the song shifted to a slower tempo, but you were too lost to the rhythm to notice. It was when you felt strong arms grip your waist, and a hard, warm body behind you, you stopped moving.

You jolted as you felt Captain Aizen’s breath near your ear, with him whispering, “keep going, you look divine tonight.” His deep voice flowing through your brain as if in a trance, and you picked up your pace again. You moved your body against him, as he started pulling you off dancefloor.

While the music was still as loud, you realized you were in a more secluded are of the venue. It was then Captain Aizen spun you around, pushing you softly to the wall. You both were panting, a thin layer of sweat between you two.

Captain Aizen’s cheeks were flushed, and you knew your face was no better.

“Do you know how many people were watching you tonight?” Captain Aizen asked you, closing the gap between both your bodies. “You’re a divine vision amongst these mere mortals.” He murmured, tracing your face with a finger.

“A beautiful goddess in all her glory” Aizen commented, as you felt your cheeks grow hot again. You weren’t used to such compliments, but you felt emboldened.

“What are you trying to say, Captain Aizen?” You asked, grabbing his silk shirt, bringing you face-to-face with him. You swallowed hard as you stared at his intense brown eyes, as they narrowed down to look at you again.

“Would a goddess give a private dance to a humble man?” Aizen asked, pushing his face to your neck, giving you a soft nip as his lips made their way to your ear. You gasped as he began to nibble at your lobe, while his arms traveled along your body, with gentle squeezes.

Aizen’s hands started to drift lower as your dress rose higher. You relaxed your body as his warm fingers gently massaged your inner thighs, slowly creeping to your dampening panties. You were getting slick from his ministrations, as began to kiss you. You fervently kissed him back, throwing your arms across his neck and widening your legs.

You felt one of Aizen’s fingers push the measly cloth of your underwear aside as he inserted one finger inside. You winced at the intrusion, but began to moan as Aizen thumbed your clit, rubbing it softly. You clenched his shirt as he began to push more fingers inside you, as you writhed and moaned against the wall.

Aizen smirked at the sight as you became undone by just his fingers – how would you feel around his cock if you were this tight around his fingers, he thought to himself. He pumped his fingers in you, as he pushed the straps of your dress down – nipping and biting your bare chest.

He could hear and feel you getting close – prompting him to pull away from you.

“What – please don’t stop!” You began to plead, as Aizen watched you with amusement in his eyes.

“My goddess, why don’t we go somewhere private – you did promise a humble man for a night of privacy.” Aizen grinned at your disheveled state – lips slightly swollen from his kisses, hardened nipples and thighs covered in your own slick. You nodded your headed eagerly, as you held on to his arm – leading you to a night of more feverish “dancing”.

Dress I was imagining for reader was this Pac Rabanne piece, paired with Manolo Blahnik's Hangisi 70 heels.

[kk-stormy]

Can I request “one bed trope” with Aizen? I saw the Grimmjow’s one and my heart melted

Of course! <3

Sharing your bed with your enemy isn't suppose to be fun, but the two of you were stuck and didn't know what to do.

The two of you stare at the one bed in the tiny room and Aizen clenches his jaw. Your heart rams against your chest and you shake your head with denial.

"Well, this is unfortunate," he sighs out, sinking down onto the bed.

"What the hell are you doing?" you scoff out, crossing your arms over your chest. Aizen glances up at you and furrows his thin eyebrows together.

"What does it look like? I'm sitting on the bed," Aizen shrugs his shoulders.

"No, you're not. We're not sharing this bed," you declare with a harsh, rough voice. Aizen's eyes widen and he lets out a nervous chuckle.

"You cannot be serious, y/n. I'm not going to sleep on the pillow," Aizen protests and you scoff quietly. You grab onto a pillow and toss it on the ground.

"Yeah, you are," you retort harshly, glaring at him. Aizen lets out a tiny breath and nods his head, standing up from the bed. You sink down into the bed and pull the covers over your body.

Aizen lets out a deep sigh as he lays down on the ground, resting his head over the pillow. You snuggle into the covers and close your eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

Although, your deep sleep is soon interrupted by a horrible nightmare.

You gasp loudly as you sit up in the darkness, heart pounding against your chest. Sweat runs down your spine and you pant heavily, trying to calm yourself.

"Y/N? Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Aizen asks, standing up and climbing into the bed. Your stomach twists into uneasy knots and the tears stain your cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just...leave me alone," you sob out, the tears blurring your vision. A frown tugs on Aizen's face and he inches closer to you, slowly reaching out.

Aizen's heart breaks into a million pieces as the moonlight peaks through the blinds, hitting your face. Tears gleam your cheeks and your breath shudders.

Aizen wraps his arms around your waist and you stop breathing for a moment. His arms easily pull you closer to him and your head falls on his shoulder.

You weren't sure why your body was tingling and why there was butterflies in your stomach. Aizen's touch feels good and safe. Comfy.

You slowly reach your hands up his back and dig your fingernails into his shirt, clinging onto him.

"Will you stay with me?" you mutter out, almost afraid to speak. Aizen's eyes light up with excitement and he bobs his head.

"Yes," he breathes out, whispering in your ear and your body fills with relief. You sniffle and pull away, wiping your wet face. You smile up at Aizen, his eyes glistening.

"Thank you," you mumble out, laying back down on the bed. Aizen portions himself next to you and carefully pulls the covers over your body.

Aizen heart warms as he wraps your arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Your back presses up against his chest and his warmth radiates onto you.

You let out a deep exhale, muscles relaxing. Your hands run down his muscular arms and down to his hands, where you grab onto them and squeeze them reassuringly.

Aizen lets out a deep chuckle, sending a shiver down your spine. He presses a kiss on your clothed shoulder blade and your eyes flutter shut.

You weren't sure how you were going to go to sleep with your heart wanting to rip out of your chest, but you felt safe and that's all that mattered.

[kk-stormy]

NSFW ALPHABET — Aizen Sosuke.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader.

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, degradation kink, dirty talk, possessive behavior, spanking, hair pulling, face slapping, spit kink, oral sex (Aizen receiving), oral sex (reader receiving), anal sex, exhibitionism, mention to threesomes and use of restraints.

Plot: : basically, a series of nsfw head canons about Aizen, based on the alphabet.

Format: head canons.

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex).

Despite being a cold man, Aizen Sosuke is a sophisticated man. The key word about aftercare is cleaning up. Once you are done, he picks you up and settles you into the bathtub, allowing your body to relax as you wash away the tiredness along with the sweat and your juices marking your body.

His face is not going to be softer in the aftermath, but he likes to sit behind you in the tub and plant some chaste kisses along your jugular as you enjoy this peaceful moment of tenderness.

Aizen will make sure you feel good and will personally asks his servants to satisfy each and every request you have to feel comfortable. If you are not at his residence, he will simply asks you what you need and, perhaps, he will he gentle enough to cuddle with you in your bed and give you a glass of water.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's).

First and foremost, if Aizen sticks around with you, it is most likely because he has developed an addiction to you and your body. He adores you. He is the type of man that, in the privacy of his bedroom, worships the body of his partner like a preacher.

When it comes to his favorite body part of you he is conflicted between your neck and your ass. Aizen loves kissing the tender flesh of your neck. It is not only because he loves hearing your soft moans as he nibbles at that area, or runs his tongue on it. Surprisingly, it is because he thinks it is a vulnerable part of your body. He could choke the life out of you, or snap your neck like a twig, if he wanted, yet he chooses to kiss you.

Your ass is simply his lustful side trying to take over his rationality. He loves squeezing it, spanking it and watching the way it wiggles as he takes you from behind.

His own favorite body parts are his hands. They are large, calloused, a source of power: they are the hand that hold swords, but also caress your body each and every night.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically).

He does not really like to get his partner and his own body messy and sticky. Therefore, he is always going to release his seed into you. He does not really care where, all it matters is that your body has to absorb it. Yet, he might have a little preference.

Sosuke is truly into making you swallow his cum. Finishing into your mouth grants him an amount of pleasure and satisfaction without precedents.

Do not disappoint him and let this man stare down at you with an unnerving expression plastered over his face. He would probably be the type to groan in pleasure and watch you swallow, as an harsh command, sounding like a threat, left his lips “Do not let a single drop go to waste”.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs).

This man has a thing for mirror sex. Why? It is pretty much self-explenatory. He loves to admire your bodies pressed against each other as you allow lust to envelope you. Yet, he just cannot resist watching the way you moan for him, the way you blush and the lewd faces you make as he takes you like that.

He likes to grip your hair and force you to watch your reflections in the mirror, because you need to see the way he can easily break you and carve into your mind the picture of him dominating you to exhaustion. It is another reminder for you that no one could ever do the same thing to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Being an handsome and manipulative man, Aizen has a lot of experience and he definitely knows what he is doing. He can make you scream in pleasure and for help to the point where you lose yourself and your senses seem to be completely under his control. Sometimes, it is hard to understand if he is involving his Zanpakuto into it. It feels unreal, too good to be true.

He has also been alone for a long time now. Do not be that surprised. He knows how to break you and put you back together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This man does not stick to one position during your sessions. He loves to manhandle you, watch you unravel in pure ecstasy before his brown chocolate eyes and switch positions every now and then. His favorite ones are probably missionary and doggy, but he definitely do not disdain reverse cowgirl.

As for missionary, having you underneath him grants him the chance to look you straight in the eyes as he ruin you. He draws so much pleasure in wrapping his hand around your neck and choking you as he thrusts into you to chase his orgasm. You look so pathetic and adorable as you scream his name at his face. Also, he can grasp your thighs and drape your legs over his shoulders to push even deeper into you. Bitemarks and dirty talk are a must.

What man does not have a thing for doggy? It is degrading, animalistic and it makes him feel even more in control of your body. Your head is probably going to be pushed onto the pillow as he snaps his hips back and forth into you. The lewd sounds of skin against skin make you feel like a whore and he smirks at that thought.

The reverse cowgirl is the cherry on top. He always have to be in control and if you simply rode him, it would somehow give you the chance to take the lead. He cannot allow that. His chiseled abs and toned chest pressed against your back, his shaft deep into you and his mouth close to your ear are such an addiction. If you whimper too much, he will wrap one hand around your neck and tighten his grip around your waist with the other. You cannot escape him, get that insidr your head.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.).

Aizen has mastered a poker face you could never crack in any way. Even when he indulges in steamy activities with you, he is not going to joke or fool around. He simply focuses his whole attention on you and tries to break you through his sadistic grins and dirty remarks. Do not expect anything else from him. This is all you are going to get.

Maybe, a dark chuckle might erupt from his throat as he watches you crumble on the bed drained by his ministrations. He loves the way you always let him take the lead. Your submission tickles his ego and amuses him quite a bit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He loves to he cleaned and tidy. Yet, he does not shave completely as he wants some part of his masculinity to still be present. The carpet matches the drapes but they hair are well trimmed, groomed and short.

The V line has short dark brown trail of hair leading down to his groin and, honestly, when he ambles around the room wearing only his boxers, it is hard not to drool on the carpet.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Aizen Sosuke does not care about anyone, except for you. Despite his algid personality, he deeply cares about you. Intimacy is a must and it is shown through his actions and glances. On some softer words slipping his lips as he reassures and you during your times together.

“You are doing amazing” he whispers as you wince for a slight sting of pain, his tip now kissing your cervix as he grants you some time to adjust to his size.

It might sound corny for someone like him, and he watch himself from talking about it, but he loves holding your hands during the act.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Never. Really. If you are not around, he would rather fight back his carnal urges instead of getting his own hands dirty. He believes it is not his job to drag himself to the edge and he can perfectly live without masturbating anyway. He is also too self-assured and firmly believes he could have anyone at any given time to get him rid of his biological necessities.

He is the type of man who simply likes to have a complete intercourse instead of pleasuring himself alone. If he cannot really resist anymore and you two cannot have a moment of intimacy due to the lack of time, then he would just ask you to do it for him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks).

This man has a lot of kinks. Most of them aim to make you bend the knee, ensure his dominance over you and make you abandon yourself to him. Aizen is into spanking and, sometimes, even face slapping. It is not like he is going to leave you battered, or badly beaten up. He would never go that far, not when he has come to terms with the fact that he loves you.

He likes to leave some handprints on your arses, though. His hands are large and they are a source of power for him. Using them to tame you is absolutely great. It is a good way to assert dominance too, after all.

The former Captain of the Fifth Division is into choking too. When he feels particularly hungry for you, he would even venture into spitting into your mouth as your lips were parted for gasping for air. He wants you to be his and his alone.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the privacy of his bedroom, or anywhere at your place. He does not really mind having his way with you in your residence in the world of the livings. No one will bother him there anyway. Beside your bedroom, he likes to bend you over the kitchen counter. It gives him a feeling of domestic affection, something he is not that used to.

Back in his residence, he does not mind having you riding him on his throne. Anyone could walk in, that is indeed true, but he gets kind of aroused at the thought of his subordinates seeing you in such a vulnerable state on his lap. They can watch, but they cannot touch you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear some black laced lingerie and a red lipstick and you are going to get him on his knees. Not quite literally, because he would never kneel for anyone, but you will definitely get him into the right mood.

Aizen loves seeing you in short dresses that expose your thighs and, probably, high heels do something to him too. Elegance, sensuality, the idea of ruining you and your pretty attire along with your body. That is what turns him on.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Threesomes. Aizen Sosuke does not share. Once he has set his eyes on you and marked you as his property, he is not going to let anyone else enjoy your body and presence, for what can matter. He is possessive, jealous, almost toxic. Whenever you mention the possibility of allowing a third person to join you in the privacy of your bedroom, he does not hesitate to show you how deeply offended he is by your suggestion.

Marks, bruises and punishments are his love language. Is he not enough for you? Do you want more than what he is giving you? That is perfectly fine by him. He will show you that no one could ever pleasure you like he does.

You will probably not be able to sit and walk properly for a few days once he is done with you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He has a preference, of course. Aizen would rather sit on his throne and watch you kneel before him, like a worshipper, as you twirl your tongue around his shaft. Suck him off. He does not even need to ask for it. When he walks into the room and sits down, his legs parted enough for you to take on your place on the floor, at his feet, you immediately drop to your knees and bob your head up and down for him.

His grip on your hair is so tight you may think he is surely going to tear them off of your scalp, but as you claw at his thigh, he might loosen it a bit.

He rarely blesses you with his tongue. He loves your taste, actually, yet he is the king. The king does not get down and dirty. Not even for his queen, unless it is a special occasion.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Aizen is rough, but sensual. He loves to take his time with you. Tearing your sanity and dignity apart is an art. According to him, it is like pouring the finest wine into a goblet and sip on it slowly to make sure he can savour and catch all of your nuances. There is no need to rush.

He will thrust into you with a slow and steady pace, but roughly. The yelps and moans falling your parted lips are such a heavenly sight to behold and he definitely loves to brush his thumb on your lower lip, before sliding it into your mouth as he watches your face contort into pleasure.

“What a masterpiece” he whispers, grunting as he ravels into you with a particularly brutal thrust.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is not into quickies at all. He loathes them. The rare times he would opt for them are when you feel particularly needy as beg him to have some fun together. He thinks quickies are not pleasurable at all for you two. He is used to last for hours and take it slow.

Honestly, he is the type to fuck you during a meeting with the Arrancar instead of cornering you in a dark alley. He wants things to be done a certain kind of way.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Once you have ventured further into your relationship, he will be more willing to take risks and experiment. Honestly, you do not have to introduce him to anything. Aizen is a man of culture, a man who loves to be informed of the latest trends and practices.

There is nearly nothing you two have not tried. Sometimes, he loves to involve Kyoka Suigetsu into your intimacy to make you believe there someone you know watching you judgementally.

The risk he has never cared about from a certain period of time is getting you pregnant. He would be absolutely glad to make you carry his child. Condoms are long forgotten into a drawer of a nightstand.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?).

If it depended solely on him and his stamina, your spine would be broken. Aizen could go for about five or six rounds without taking a break. Yet, he has to restrain himself. He is a cold, selfish man but he knows he could truly cause you damages and that is not something he wishes.

He will therefore settle for two, three rounds at maximum and if you are still in a good condition for keep on going. He cares about your well-being. He does not really have much trouble in taking them slow and he is perfectly capable of controlling his orgasm to prolong your pleasure. Sitting down after your intercourses is a pain in the ass. Quite literally.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?).

He knows about the existence of toys and he owns some of them, but they are not penetrative at all. He owns blindfolds, ropes and crops he sometimes enjoys to involve into your sexual adventures.

He is a dominant man, thus making him drawn to use them on you. He loves to tie you up on the bedposts of your shared bed and push you to the edge over and over again. Crumble at his feet, chant his name like a holy mantra and he will make sure you will be rewarded. He is a sadist. End of discussion.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The most pleasurable tortures come from a relationship with Aizen Sosuke. He will have no mercy. Tears might stream down your cheeks as you are laying drained, overstimulated, underneath him but he will continue to tease you until he is satisfied.

Beg him, he loves to hear you begging him to stop. It will not help you out of it, though. He likes to watch your body respond to his touches, to his deft fingers and sinful, but skilled tongue.

Also, pray the Gods for him not to be upset after a meeting. He will take all of his anger and frustration out on your writhing body. Mercy is a privilege and you will certainly not get it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Aizen is not that vocal. Maybe, he lets out some louder, deep moans when he reaches his climax, but throughout the session he will just grunt lowly, erotically in your ear. You will feel his hot breath fanning your earlobe as he is deep into your core, whispering some dirty praises on how much of a good girl you are, or about your skills when you give him head.

“I will fuck you so good you will be ruined for any man you will have after me” he whispers in your ear, thrusting up into you with swift snaps of his hips. Little do you know he is going to be the last man you will ever have. Aizen will kill anyone who dares to even think about you and, probably, he would kill you too if you dared to betray him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The wild card is truly wild. Expect this man to ask for anal. The feeling of pure domain over your mind and body he experiences through it makes him go feral. He would not force you to agree in it, but he would definitely be the type to talk you into giving it, at least, a try.

Being a master manipulator, it is almost impossible to deny him his request.

He, however, enjoys this only with you. His partner, his life companion, his love. He would be gentle at first, making sure you are relaxed to make the deed good for the both of you. Once you are prepared enough, do not expect him to be merciful though.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Under his boxers, this man is impressive. Almost too painful to take and he is proud about it. You will never get used to his size, but he knows you struggle at first and he might give you some time to adjust to his shaft.

Aizen is a grower. When he is soft he is about 8 inches long. As he gets hard he reaches around 10 inches. The girth is considerable and he loves to watch your face contort in a slightly painful expression as he slide into you inch by inch.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?).

It can vary, but you could say it is relatively high. During stressful periods, Aizen believes having sex is a good therapeutic way to steam off some tension. It is more of a duty and a routine for him, although he is absolutely driven by his lust for you.

When he is just having some quality time with you, it is purely based on his affection. It is a good way to satisfy his thirst for you and even inure his darling to him.

Since you two became a thing, he would never lose his chance to bend you over the desk and rail you until you are too exhausted to even moan.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards).

Sleep is a privilege for him. Aizen is restless, really. He probably barely gets some rest anyway, therefore he indulges into his bedroom for quite a bit afterwards. Once he is done cleaning you and himself up, he straight forward goes back to his bed and, draping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, he falls asleep.

Do not expect much of a giver, he just wants you to know that he is by your side and that you should get some rest too. He has chosen you, after all. He won’t let his darling sleep without feeling safe.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! I have been finally able to post this one. I have an unhealthy obsession for Aizen and I think it shows… However, as per usual, I always try to be as detatched as possible from my fantasy and analyze the character basing purely on his personality, while writing. I hope you enjoyed it! Next to come will be the NSFW alphabet of Urahara. If you want to be tagged, comment below. Likes, comments and re-posts are truly appreciated.

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @stygianoir @dcmarvelblog @xxxhorse-chanxxx @electronicwitchcollection

[kk-stormy]

🍎An apple a day keeps the Doktor away🍏

FIRST POST YAY 🎉🎉 I mostly post on Instagram, but I'm gonna do my best to start posting here so I can spread my art around more :] (also because Twitter is going to the shithole again lmao)

⚠️DO NOT REPOST⚠️

[kk-stormy]

Finally decided to start posting here, hello! Welcome to my page :3 check out my carrd for more socials and learn a thing or two about me 💖

~

I'll be honest, I haven't posted to Tumblr since I was like 12, so it's gonna take me a bit to get used to it lmao

[kk-stormy]

❝ AGAINST THE ROPES ❞ + BYAKUYA KUCHIKI !

( ! )—» f!(dom)reader × switch!byakuya kuchiki, established relationship, Xplicit content { sūb-dōm dynamics, power play, shibari, bdsm themes + play/act , manipulation, s&m, rope bondage, bdsm terminology } word count ~ 1k | redirect to blog navigation.

( . . . )—» @swanphantasm sorry swan but you'll get a tag everytime i write about him lol. || redirect to blog navigation.

Red ropes entangled along his pecs following a knot into his back at the dip on his waist. Byakuya was seated with his knees kissing the mattress, arms tied at the back. With his blindfold on he was deprived of the beautiful outfit you were wearing tonight, a backless burgundy dress up to your ankles. He was clothed too, in a white shirt and dark burgundy trousers. His hair was loose, with few strands sticking on his temple and warmth pooling under his nape because he had been seated for almost half an hour. His lips part at the sound of your heels fading away.

“Are you comfortable?” You asked walking away to get rid of your stilettoes. Byakuya felt a sharp nudge on his sanity as if someone was poking him with a needle, while you inserted a finger underneath those ropes that aligned with his bulge. “Or is it too tight?” you chimed, yet he did not respond. He just huffed. His collar button was undone giving you a sneaky view of his toned collarbones.

His jaw hardens as your fingers trace along his thighs. “it’s just tight.” he utters coyly biting the inner flesh of his lower lip trying to hide his bashful smirk.

“seems perfect to me.” you kiss the corner of his lips, then onto his neck while your fingers travel down to his chest to unbutton his shirt.

“Do you know what I'm wearing?” You retreat from peppering kisses on his neck and hunch down to reach his belt. “Well. . . Take a guess,” you unbuckle his belt, and pull down the zipper. He feels a light graze of your fingers against his hard-on.

“I don't know. . .maybe nothing. You didn't give me a chance to look” he mutters under his breath knowing full well that if he tilts his head to a side he could easily kiss all the way down to your collarbones. He can hear your soft breathing, smells the cologne, and the jingle of your hoop earrings.

You hunch down a little more, aligning your mouth with his. You are teasing him, he knows you are. He cannot fall for your tricks. That is the main reason why he landed in this predicament. You said he would have a better time if you were to take the wheel for tonight; Secretly, he swore that there would be no more after this. He simply could not resist the urge, to be the first to test those brand-new ropes on.

“No,” you whispered. “I’m wearing the dress you gifted me.” with a swift pull the belt came into your hand. Byakuya could feel his patience ticking off. He has thought of you wearing that dress, fucking you in it, at his cabin but now that you are wearing it he cannot see you even if he wishes to. You noticed him looking in your way, lips parted waiting for you to take them as your breath fanned against his mouth.

The only thought ravaging his mind was to hold your hands above your head, pinning you to the wall and marking all over your nape while you face the wall. Byakuya's hands felt tight, wrists aching as he heard a low chuckle from you. His body jolted, coming out of his fantasy of fucking you in his office as his belt hit the floor. “Untie me, please.” he quipped. No, he almost sounded like he begged. “let me see you . . . ”

“Oh well. That can be done surely.” You walked towards him while he kept moving his head as if he could see you. You tucked a few loose strands behind his warm ear lobes, tracing your fingers from his temple up to his chin. “When we're done —when I'm done playing with you, we'll have to attend the party we've been invited to.” You caresses his jaw and gave it a nudge, he was quick to follow. He stood up and turned around as you guided him so that you could sit at the edge of the bed.

“You can see me there. Where everyone else would be seeing. You and me.” The moment your words fell from your mouth, his jaw clenched while your lips latched onto the tip of his cock. You circle the tip of your tongue around the tip of his cock, kissing it gently, licking off the pre-cum off his fat tip. He is being patient more than his limit already; now all you are doing is testing his sanity.

The fact that his hands are tied, he cannot hold your face, and shove his cock inside your mouth makes it harder for him not to give in. He has imagined where and how you would touch the moment his eyes were covered but now he may not feel the warmth of your mouth. He might just cum if you continue to tease him more with occasional rubbing on his shaft.

But that is not the only thing that infuriates him. You are about to blow him, wearing his favorite dress and all he can do is stand like a statue, see you when you would be smiling among other men and women drowning in those neon lights. Why? He should be the one to see you in that dress, not anyone else.

You took his cock inside your mouth giving it strong sucks, squelching noises filling the room accompanied by his ragged intake of breath. He is trying his best to hold but his thighs spread apart, hips buck up and an exasperated moan escapes from his mouth coming undone all over your dress.

“Ah! Tsk tsk tsk. You ruined the dress.” you coaxed with utmost calm removing the blindfold from his face. At last, he could see you — barely clad, only in flimsy lingerie set. His eyes searched the surroundings but there was no sign of that dress. “Why are your eyes roaming everywhere else when I'm right in front of you? ” you chimed undoing his knots and binds.

“You lied to me.” Eyebrows congested, switching on to your belly where most of his cum spread, hands caging you in almost instantaneously as soon as it was free. You ran your fingers over his nape, watching him close his eyes and savor your touch but only for a moment. You inclined towards him, almost grazing his lips, whispering, “And, I'm willing to pay for it.” you looked into his eyes feeling his hands grasp onto your waist strongly.

A hard slap landed on your hips making you moan sharply. Byakuya flipped you over at ease. who would say that man was under bondage for almost an hour? His hands reached your entrance while the other wrapped around your tummy smearing the cum all over your tummy. “You're so wet, love,” pushing you onto the bed he rasped, “But you're gonna have to bear with it. Just a little longer.”

@tokyometronetwork @underratedcharactercorner

[kk-stormy]

loni hiiii, so this might be TOO self indulgent of me but I absolutely ADORED the Byakuya headcanons you wrote last time and it would be amazing to see some nfsw ones if possible? no pressure to do as well, just take this as me shooting my shot!

CONTENT: Smut, penetration, fingering, bondage, creampies, different sex positions, oral sex, not proofread

NOTES: Thank you for requesting! I hope you'll like these. There is no request that is too self-indulgent! 🖤

Byakuya is a prim and proper man. At least on the surface and at first glance. He takes his time before he gets intimate with you within your relationship. While on one hand he definitely does this because it's the proper way™ to go about things, it is also because the anticipation that builds is just too sweet to go without.

The type to be slow and thorough about it. There are no quick numbers with this man. If he plans to sleep with you, he will free up his evening entirely and maybe even a good portion of the next morning.

But if you are truly needy for him and it's inconvenient to have full-blown sex, he will absolutely use his fingers to get you off. He is strict but there is no way in hell he lets his wife deal with sexual frustration for too long.

However, he does like to tease you a little. He savors your reactions and it turns him on to see you get a little frustrated with him. Don't worry, he won't overdo it, since your pleasure means the world to him.

Neither a boob man nor an ass man. He is into legs. There is something about how you walk, how they look when he gets a glimpse of them and about how they feel when you wrap them around his hips.

Definitely a little quiet at first. If you want him to be more vocal you either have to surprise him, or just be direct and tell him.

Very good with his hands. This stoic man surprisingly knows his way around the female body rather well. What he lacks in a natural kind of erotic intimacy, he makes up for in skill.

Very into bondage. He got the authority act down pat, so if you add restraints, he will be more than happy to teach you a lesson in patience.

Intimacy only happens at home. Most he will do is tease you a little in public, but in a way where no one can tell.

Speaking of intimacy and the no-quickies thing:

Expect multiple positions and multiple orgasms. Byakuya himself doesn't have that high of a sex drive himself, but bringing you pleasure is his favorite thing to do. Foreplay is so drawn out with this man that by the time he slides into you, you are already a mess. It's what he prefers.

Prefers giving as opposed to receiving and if you ever do end up sucking him off, he probably tells you that you do not have to. Do not try to kneel in front of him. As much as he loves his authority, he respects you too much. I think he likes to hold onto this equal level that you are on within your relationship.

And yet, if it's about him being on his knees for you, he sees no issue. Hypocrite.

As for positions, I think he is someone that prefers the classics. Loves any position that allows him to see your face. Missionary is his go-to but he likes pulling one of your legs over his shoulder for deeper penetration (if you can). He knows what he is doing.

Spooning sex in the morning or in the late evening, when both of you are sleepy and tired is also one of his favorites. While that might not be optimal for being face to face, it allows him to hold you close and reach around to rub your clit.

His guilty pleasure is having you ride him while he gets to lay down. Not lazy by any means, but he loves seeing you take your pleasure and move the way you need it. His hands will end up on your hips to guide you, should you get tired.

Cums inside. He doesn't like defiling you by making a mess on your body and he also likes the intimacy of it.

Not a big cuddler during aftercare, but he makes sure you are taken care of. Asks you how you are feeling, brings you something to drink. Definitely lets you cuddle against his side as he absentmindedly runs his fingers over your skin. During these moments, he is quiet in a different way than usual. He looks at peace.

[kk-stormy]

Kuchiki Byakuya: types of kisses

Fandom: Bleach

Byakuya prefers to keep affection in private, both because of his own preferences and because of the way he has been raised as a clan head. There are countless rules he has to follow in his daily life, and they only get more complicated the more serious he becomes about a relationship.

Because of his position as a squad captain and a clan head, it is not proper for him to even admit being in a relationship with someone outside of the aristocratic clans of Soul Society. It's viewed as a dishonor to the Kuchiki bloodline and legacy.

Therefore, since he's already considered a disappointment in the eyes of the elderly, there's nothing stopping Byakuya from disappointing them further. The damage is already done, because he has no intention of letting you go. He might as well enjoy the ride.

Still, Byakuya feels too shy to engage in something heated under the scrutiny of strangers’ eyes. Whenever the two of you are in public, which basically consists of everywhere outside of Byakuya's personal apartments at the Kuchiki manor, he’ll be extremely stoic and almost indifferent to you most of the time. The most you can get from him are feather-light brushes of his hand over yours or the gentle but tender kiss on top of your palm.

It's still more than the clan aristocracy can handle, but their protests land on deaf ears.

If only Byakuya felt more comfortable with public displays of affection, he'd engage in them more often. He loves you, and enjoys every aspect of you - if it was up to him, he'd always touch you in one way or another.

Throughout the day, Byakuya usually only kisses you on the cheek or the crown of your head when he walks past. It soon becomes almost a habit, and he's overjoyed when you start returning the favor.

He's often busy with all the paperwork and has little time to spare during the day to be with you. That's why he appreciates it so much when you choose to sit quietly with him in the room, taking care of your own work, reading or resting. There are plenty of servants in the Kuchiki manor, but he appreciates it when you decide to brew fresh tea or bring him fruits and snacks. He always plants a kiss over your hands.

Byakuya is more open when he's out of the public eye, and is more willing to take things further. When the two of you are alone, Byakuya will take his time running his fingers over the sensitive skin of your jaw and neck. He tilts your chin up slightly to face him, and marvels at the way your eyelids always flutter in that moment.

His kiss is almost a brush of lips over yours at first, but he's a master of asking for permission with every movement and stroke. It'll turn heated before you realize you're gasping for breath and clinging to his clothes. His hands hold onto you with just as much need, grounding you when you feel lightheaded.

Byakuya doesn't like when you depart, whether on a mission or back to the world of the living. He always makes sure to see you leave and parts with a kiss. He's gentle and considerate, and you can feel him already longing for the moment you're back.

He cups your face and looks into your eyes with sadness shining in his own. He understands the reasons why you have to leave and doesn't stop you. The kiss isn't long, but it takes you breath away with how much it encompasses.

[kk-stormy]

Dangerous Game

(Byakuya Kuchiki x F!Reader)

Warnings: bit rough, some painful bits. SMUT dom!Byakuya

(I plan on writing soft byakuya smut too dw!)

Synopsis: You and your captain are having a spar, but he's starting to get especially irritated with your snarky behavior.. and decides to correct it.

------

"you are an arrogant one" Byakuya says through clenched teeth.

His sword is at the ready, both of you are panting from fighting.

"am I arrogant, or are you just surprised by my strength? Looks like you're bleeding a little." You smirk back at him.

Byakuya flashsteps to you and grabs your face.

"are you... disrespecting me Y/N?"

There's a glimmer of rage in his eyes. You decide to take the risk, and stick your tongue out at him. You were surely playing with fire. He clenched his jaw, and leaned his face closer to you.

"you do understand that you are beneath me?" He says coldly, as he stares in your eyes. His pale blue eyes seem to stab holes in you.

You hesitate, deciding whether or not to keep messing with him.

"you're awfully.. close, captain. Do you get this physical with your other subordinates, or just me?"

You give him a little playful wink. A fire ignites in his eyes. He squeezes your mouth open, and spits in it.

"you are not worthy of my touch.. however, your actions must be corrected."

Your eyes widen at his actions. You weren't expecting him to react that way. But that isn't stopping the heat from growing in between your legs with his touch and saliva in your mouth.

"oh, so you want to correct me, that right?"

You bite down on your lip and stare at his lips. He notices this, but doesn't give you the satisfaction you need. Instead, he smacks your face away and takes a step back.

"undress, now."

Your face turns completely red as he demands this of you. His face is still so expressionless.

"but.. captain we're out in the open?"

That answer did not satisfy him. He grabs your throat and pulls you close to him. You can smell his cologne.

"are you disobeying my orders again? Stupid girl"

With a swift motion, he picks you up and flashsteps you to his office.

"now, undress. Or I'll do it for you."

Embarrassed, you strip yourself so you're just in your underwear and bra. His eyes search your body lustfully. He lets out a low growl and comes over, taking off your bra with one hand and ripping your underwear with the other. You let out a gasp as he speaks to you sharply.

"clearly you did not understand, I say to undress. Now, put your hands on the desk. Don't mess up my papers either."

You do as he says, bending over and putting your hands on his desk. After a moment, you feel a sharp sting on your bottom, followed by a soothing hand to relish the pain. You look back at him with a shocked face.

"did I say you could look?"

He grabs you by the back of your neck and holds it against the desk. With his other hand, he traces his fingers along your folds.

"Look how wet you are, silly girl. You enjoy having your captain punish you, don't you?"

He lets out a low growl as he shoves three of his slender delicate fingers in you. He seems pleased hearing you mewl.

After a few moments, his fingers pull away. You turn to look at him, but before you can he fully bottoms out inside you. You let out a loud yelp and he quickly covers your mouth with his hand. He leans down to your ear.

"you will be silent. there is a meeting just behind those doors. You don't want them to hear you scream, do you? There will be silence."

You nod your head desperately as he shamelessly pounds into you. He lets out some soft grunts making you insanely hot. He grabs you by your throat and lifts you up to his still clothed chest.

"look at me. Look at me while I fuck the stupidity out of your mindless disrespectful brain. Tell me, does it feel good?"

"yes Captain..."

------

Ending it there for your imagination plus I don't want to ruin it because I'm a terrible writer!

Thanks for the support guys <3 please send in requests!!!

[kk-stormy]

BLEACH MEN, PART 2

───── 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝑈𝑅𝑁𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝑁

— CHARACTERS : Kuchiki Byakuya, Aizen Sosuke, Szayel Aporro Granz (+ small bonus at the end)

— CONTENT WARNING : implied size kink, wall sex, oral (m receiving), degradation kink, power play, cowgirl position, aftercare with byakuya, bdsm content (flogging, master/slave dynamics, use of a monoglove/armbinder, brat taming), cum eating, an*l, quirofilia, orgasm denial

ANYA'S CORNER : my gorgeous friend loni aka @nagumoan helped me immensely with the bonus part at the end and I can't thank her enough for it. I love you dearly, my beloved. thank you 🤍. you can find the first part here ! also stay tuned for the women version, it'll be out soon aw hope you enjoy this!

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

✧. AIZEN, SZAYEL — POWER PLAY

Both these men are used to be hold in high regard from everyone, whether they like it or not. But the fact is, Aizen and Szayel can put up with your attitude to a certain extent. And for that, they have different aces up their sleeves.

The ex-Captain prefers to have you between his legs, with your sinful lips wrapped around his cock. He might require your "services" at any time, even during his daily meetings with the Espada.

It isn't unusual for them to see the back of your head bob up and down on his girth from under the table, or to hear the obscene squelches bouncing back off the walls to them when Aizen shoves his hand among your locks to push your face flat against the neat bush of pubic hair, making you gag on him while the man talk with either Ulqiuorra or Tosen.

He only does so when you've been particularly infuriating. That'one of the ways he uses to shut you up and convince you to take what he mercifully gives you without complaining.

And when it happens, he doesn't even let you touch yourself as you pleasure him, oh no.

He rather prefers to have you choke on his cum when it paints your mouth white, with your arms restrained in a leather armbinder behind your back. The Espada would look at you, unfazed, when you tilt your head up and press it against his thigh when their boss simply says,

"Open your mouth. Let me see."

You oblige, sticking out your tongue to show him how much of a good girl you can be if he can be reasoned with. Then you swallow with a smirk he reciprocates.

"Now, what do you have to do next? Don't make me repeat myself."

As Aizen proceeds to take off the restraint device, you immediately sit on his lap, waiting for him to wrap up the meeting and continue your business elsewhere.

All while you're covered in nothing but a flimsy replica of his white jacket, of course, so that everyone can see how your nipples push against the fabric and the arousal gushing down your legs soak your partner's trousers.

The one who enjoys the view the most is Aizen himself, of course, even if Ulquiorra doesn't disdain it so much, either.

The same sort of minimum decency can't be assumed of Szayel, however. If you push his buttons, he will strike back twice as hard. You can be unnerving if you put your head to it, and that the Espada can't stand.

So, whenever you're within reach, he'll push you against a wall face first. Do you think he cares if someone sees you? You've been down that road with him countless times. No one is safe with him around, especially you.

"Still want to run your mouth like that, slut?" a sudden sting of pain has you grasping for air, and you turn to see the pink-haired Espada holding the black cat o' nine tails whip he just hit you with.

Maybe it's the voice, his eyes sparkling with sadism or the fact that you're so exposed to others. Either way, a moan crawls past your lips before you can catch it.

And that pushes Szayel to press his body against yours while the flail ravages your skin one, two, three times. The Arrancar thinks he's finally found the instrument which will keep you in place for good.

Jokes on him. You're enjoying your punishment a bit too much. "Oh, Szayel," you coo at him, ass pushed against his growing erection as you grab him by the wrist and raise the whip until it brushes your cheek. "Do you really think such a tiny thing will scare me? Try again, oh perfect being."

Needless to say, after that he's quick to shred your dress to pieces and bare his cock oozing in precum, just to then coat it in your wetness and enter you altogether.

His height consumes the space behind you as he bends over to bite your ear lobe, hand around your throat when he growls,

"And you really think that I'll let you off the hook with just a whip? I'm just getting started with you."

✧. KUCHIKI BYAKUYA — HANDS

Just to stare at him in awe while he takes your hands in his in the intimacy of your bedroom feels like a dream. He has a scorching obsession for your hands, so tiny compared to his.

But to have one of his thumbs stroke soothing circles on the back of your nape while your fingers grab the base of his girth to guide it deep inside you? To moan softly with him when your chest collides with his, thighs pressed on either side of his, at the feeling of it caressing your walls?

You're so tight around him that to accommodate every inch of his draws a breathless string of whimpers out of both.

Everyone is well accustomed with Byakuya's calm manners, with his gray eyes analysing every fraction of their surroundings. And what about the fact he has no desire to be physical with no one but his loved ones?

His true colors escape many souls, except yours.

His resolve to be as collected and serene as possible with you is always wiped out by your touch on him. One brush, and the Captain crumbles, his love scattering and flying around you like a cherry blossoms' storm.

"Easy, my petal. Take your time. I'm in no rush today." a little smile tugs at his lips, but it's nothing compared to what he's truly feeling. To seethe with affection, to be kissed by the intense kiss of adoration... all because of you.

What Byakuya is unaware of yet, however, is that you're also deeply enamoured of his strong grip on you. The moment your ass finally meets the warmth of his thighs, you let out a sated giggle and look at the man under you while you push his hands upward to rest on your butt. Stars dance in the corner of your eyes.

"Y-yes." you stutter, so focused on gaping at his gorgeous face that you almost forget what you're doing.

Byakuya makes sure to remind you that, and his taut muscles under you tense when he shifts position to straighten his back. Now with his shoulders flush against the headboard, the Captain starts to push his hips upward to meet yours in earnest. A whimper even escapes him as you crush your forehead against his, kissing him to steady yourself as he picks up the rhythm.

He's losing his decorum. Again.

Kuchiki Byakuya has you chanting his name pretty soon as he keeps fucking you from under, and you come undone around him just as quick. He lets you make a mess of the sheets — he cares little about such trivial things — and helps you ride out your high with heart-shaped eyes. So, so pretty.

He's a goner, and it doesn't take long for him to join you in the bliss of the moment.

Half an hour later, you are both in the bathtub. You love to have a nice bath before bedtime (the innocent one) and the head of the Kuchiki clan loves to indulge every little habit of yours.

You carry the scent of cherry blossoms in your hair when you lean forward Byakuya, eyes sparkling with love when you tuck a strand of his long, wet hair behind the ear.

Your touch sends electricity down his spine, and before you know it he has scooped you in his arms, giggles filling the air as he places you on the bed to kiss you gently.

Being his lover is the greatest gift you could ever receive, and for you to give yourself completely to Byakuya speaks of unconditional love he treasures as his most most beloved treasure.

✧. BONUS — ANAL SEX

Little reminder: these men love, love being physical with you and sometimes, a few of them will push you over the edge. To almost destroy your every bit out of lust and love, including your ass.

It's theirs to worship, and some of them includes the likes of: Kenpachi Zaraki, who'd take you from behind while his big, strong palms of his hands impact against your ass, spanking you until the skin cracks open and you're nothing but a mess of trembling limbs, sweat and incoherent moans under him. His cock fills you to the brim every single time he's inside you, but to be so full that you beg for him to spread your ass cheeks further for him to ram himself into you deeper is new. And Zaraki enjoys every second of it.

And what about Bazz-B? This troublemaker is always pointing his fingers at others. Man, he does it for a living.

So imagine his surprise when you bring up the wet dream you had about him and that specific scenario. As you talk, you can literally see the gears in his brain spin and bang against his skull.

The Quincy has you on all fours in a second, and his first finger is already prodding your other entrance when he adds the second one. Years of training and use of his abilities left a trail of calluses on them and they press against you as you try to turn, but his other hand grab a fistful of your hair to push your face flat against the mattress.

"You gotta be a good girl and take the heat for me, hm? Come on, I know you can", he whispers and a string of spit trails down his lips and onto his fingertips.

Occasionally, Muguruma Kensei would enjoy it, but only if he's in the mood. You'd have to talk him into it through and through, since he gets annoyed easily by situations he hasn't complete control over. But a few strokes of your fingers around the '69' tattoo on his chest do the trick, and the man flips you over to slip his tongue in the tight ring of muscles above your pussy. It's gushing, your arousal dripping onto the sheets as your whimpers caress Kensei's ears. Oh, and if he feels like going the extra mile, he'd also press a thumb on your clit as he eases himself in you. Overwhelmed by the new angle, you both look at each other. It's hunger, what you see in his gaze, and he groans in your neck just as hungrily as you swallow his dick deep into you with every deep thrust he gives you, ready to stop at the first sign of distress.

But once you relax and he gets the gist of it all, he'll be the happiest man ever.

tags! — @aiztoru @burnishedcrown @stygianoir @romiyaro

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

[kk-stormy]

Soft!Byakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya Kuchiki: With a sweet S/O who has a praise kink.

honestly might add to this when i have a new thought because this mans stole my heart outa nowhere. why is he so pretty??

female reader, SFW, NSFW

SFW

He thought you were the cutest thing in the world. The way you looked up at him with your sweet smile.

Since you're so shy he keeps most PDA to a minimum. 

He would hold your hand in public or wrap an arm around you when you were in public. He even gives you kisses, nothing too intense but still full of passion enough to have you blushing when he pulls away. 

Never forgets a goodbye kiss even when people are around, he keeps it short but still full of passion and love enough to have you blushing at his gentle gesture. 

Will let you sit between his legs when you're drinking. Mosty to keep you safe from Rangiku who insists on drowning you in sake. This way he can keep an eye on just how much you're drinking and cut you off when you start to really slur your words. 

When you drink you do tend to get a bit of an attitude. Not wanting to leave even though you could hardly stand on your own, let alone walk. In the end he ignores all protests and scoops you up in his arms and carries you back home.

He won't admit it because he doesn't want to give drunk you any idea and embarrass sober you but he thought it was adorable how drunk you would all flustered when he pulled his stern voice out and backed you against the wall, towering over you with a fixed stare. “It's late Y/N, that means It's time for bed, no more games.”  

You'd back down almost immediately, saying “m’sorry Byakuya, please don't be mad.” You say in a small voice. 

He knew you were facking the sorry act but you did it so well that he always lets you off the hook. Instead he just gets you both ready for bed and tells you no more protesting. You normally listen. 

He loves holding you from behind. Your back pressed against his chest with his arm warped around you holding you tightly against him while you used his other arm as a pillow. You were so much smaller than him, his body basically wrapped around you. 

He watched your sleeping face in the early morning light just before he got up. He knows you'll end up following after him but he still tries to be as still and silent as possible. Slowly pulling himself from you and letting your head lull back onto the pillow.

A few moments later he hears your footsteps padding after him to start the daily routine. Half asleep next to him, brushing your teeth and rubbing at your eye with a yawn. Adorable he thinks. 

He brushes your hair for you and makes sure to be as gentle as possible. You try your hardest to not fully lean into his touch.

On days where he doesn't have to leave so early you force him to stay in bed a while longer. You lay your head on his chest and unlock a leg with his, effectively tapping him in your grasp. Not that he minds, what would he rather be doing anyways?

Likes to sit with you in his lap in his office, kissing you and holding you tightly against him between rounds of paperwork. His slender fingers tangle in your hair as he kisses your neck softly, lulling you into a state of calm.

When you're all cuddled up to him late at night as he does paperwork. Softly breathing as you fall asleep waiting for him to be done. His heart skips a beat when you hold on his captain's coat tightens and you mumble something about how much you love him. “Byaku~ love you so much.” you'd mumble, nuzzling into his chest. 

He loves having you in his lap while you tell him about your day or something you found interesting, he just loved hearing you speak, you sweet voice like music to his ears. His hands would hold your hips  as he looked at you with adoring eyes while you went one and on.

If you ever got embarrassed that you were talking too much he would shush your worries with a soft kiss, pulling you closer to him. “Never my sweet petal, I love listening to you.” he would assure you. 

Your face would be burning up at his words. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You could feel his body shake softly as he chuckled, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

He wasn’t afraid to speak out if someone hurt your feelings or embarrassed you. Pulling you into his side as he confronted who ever offended his beloved. 

Also isn't afraid to show others that you are his, even if id does embarrass you a little. If he sees someone looking at you or making clear moves, he will assert himself and step between what's happening real fast. Wrapping and arm around you and if need be will kiss you enough to have you blushing and hiding your face in his side.

NSFW

Byakuya was a gentle lover hands down. 

He always made sure you were ready for him, using his fingers to pump into your tight hole. He loves the sound you made when he curls his fingers in your pussy. 

“Doing such a good job, do you want to cum sweet girl? Go ahead my petal cum for me.”

His long slender fingers had you arching into the palm of his hand as you came undone, panting and moaning as his fingers helped you through your orgasm.

If he had the time and it wasn't a quickie then he normally makes you cum on his tongue as well. 

Homie has stamina so watching you moan and whimper while he makes you cum on his tongue and fingers makes his dick yearn to be nestled up in your sweet pussy. 

He likes to run his long cock along your folds as he kisses you tenderly before slowly pushing the tip into your tight hole, deepening the kiss as he sinks in slowly to swallow your sweet sounds. 

Once he's fully seated in your core he lets you adjust, moving hair from your face as he looks at you, expression turning into one of pure pleasure. 

“Sweet petal, does that feel good? All you needed was for me to fill you up?” he would coo at you. 

Kisses and sucks all over your chest and neck but doesn't leave marks in places anyone else can see.

Isn’t scared to pound into you roughly if you ask him too, normally being prompted first. “What do you need my love, need me to go harder? faster?” 

His thumb rubs circles on your clit as his hips snap into you mercilessly 

Once you finally let out a pleasing beg between breaths he will happily thrust into you harder and faster until your legs are shaking and you're cumming around his cock crying his name and mumbling how good he felt in you. “byaku-Aah! S-so good, fe-els so good.”

“That's it my sweet petal, cum for me. You're squeezing me so tight and good, my perfect girl.” 

The sounds that came out of you paired with your blitzed out face was enough to have him rutting into your pussy while his cock twitches as he fills you fluttering walls with his thick cum.

Pulling out he admires you while you lay looking up at him between your legs. Your face red and eyes half lidded sprawled out with his cum slowly leaking from your spent hole.

“Feel good, my love? So pretty with my seed spilling out of your perfect pussy.”

After care is this man's specialty. Running you a hot bath for you both, washing your body and hair.

Will get you a glass of water before bed and even a snack if you asked. 

All of the snuggles and forehead kisses while you fall asleep in his arms.

[kk-stormy]

Down and Dirty

Syn: You believe he's too courteous to get down and dirty, and he simply proves you wrong.

❗️Exectution arc spoilers❗️

❗️Minors DNI❗️

Warnings: oral (f receiving), implications of sex, lots of kissing and touching, mentions of kidnapping, obsession.

Considerably a small piece, but very important to share.

Aizen is a man who holds himself high and proud. He walks with sheer confidence, his head almost touching the clouds. His morals and dominance enter the room before he does.

Naturally, you assume he's not the type to get down and dirty. Not that you think about it, you just happened to overhear some of your comrades gossiping about him as you were passing by.

“Dear lord, imagine the head he gives.” You heard when of them say as he passed by, and you couldn't suppress your gasp fast enough to hide the fact that you had been eavesdropping.

To avoid the mess-up, you stepped in. “It's rude to talk about Captain Aizen like that.” You interjected calmly, straightening your shoulders to beam confidence. They gave you a dirty look, and you wonder why you decided to add what you did.

“Besides, Captain Aizen is too courteous for you to say that he would do such a thing.” You had said before walking off, not even awaiting their response.

Had you gone the other direction, you might've seen Aizen on the balcony on the second floor, having overheard every single word throughout the whole conversation.

Aizen had always been infatuated with you. The way you hold yourself and walk with such grace. The way every head turns to look at you as you pass by and the satin belts flow ever so gently from your zanpakutos.

He deeply admires your strength and the way you manage to swing your swords with such elegance. He loves nothing more than your heated glare every time your eyes meet his.

The way you look like you're contemplating between smiling at him or having one of your swords pressed at the column of his neck.

He loves how he's the only one who manages to get under your skin, and how you fight the temptation to snap his head off whenever he does so. He loves how despite your odd relationship with each other, you still make sure he's respected and well-spoken about, even behind his back.

At that moment, Aizen decided he was going to take you with him to Hueco Mundo. He decided that before that, he's going to show you how, despite what you think, when he wants to get down and dirty, he will get down and dirty.

You hear a soft knock on your room at 11 pm, and though you're just chilling on the balcony that overlooks a gorgeous view of the tense society with the upcoming tragedy of Rukia's execution, you're startled by the knock this late at night.

“Who is it?” But the large figure and shadow of glasses are enough of an answer for you to slide the door open and look at him questioningly with no words.

“Aren't you going to invite your captain in?” He lifts a brow in question, voice as monotonous as ever. You clench your fists at your sides before deciding that the better choice is playing his game.

“Why are you at my door, this late at night….captain?” You add, just to taunt him. He smirks in amusement, your attitude making him tingle with excitement of breaking you down slowly.

So slowly until you're a whiney mess of begging and tears. “I'm here to thank you for defending me behind my back today.” He says with a faux smile that seems nothing short of genuine, but to you, to you, it feels like a cold bucket of water thrown over your head.

He heard. How much did he hear? Is he going to do something with this piece of information? Use it against you? Report you? No… you're wrong. His plan is wholly different. “Sure, no problem, captain.” He takes a step closer to you, his spiritual pressure making your knees buckle as it suddenly intensifies.

How is that possible? But you have no time to think before he cuts in on your thread of thoughts. “However, I'm also here to correct you.” And before you could answer, you realize he had shut the door closed. And before you could question him, one hand throws his glasses onto the cushion nearby, and the other grabs you toward him by the waist, his lips enveloping yours.

You make a noise of protest that dies on the seam of your lips, hands clutched in the big captain's robe of his. He backs you into the wall, the hand that's not on your waist gently holding the side of your face as his thumb caresses your lips.

“I'll make you swallow your words, sweetheart. Though, I won't tolerate unnecessarily loud noises that will draw attention.” You're confused by what he means for a split second, but then you feel cold digits pressing over your panties, and it makes you jump.

“Sshh, just wanted to see how wet you are before putting my mouth on you, my girl.” You don't know what comes over you, but a submissive whine leaves your throat as you cling closer to him.

Aizen shifts his hand from your face to your waist, flipping you around to lay you down on the futon, so you're beneath him. And you were, beneath him, in so many ways.

You just lay back, and let him. You let him peel off your thin shorts and panties, leaving you just in your bralette. Not only that, but you let him trace over your curves and hear the result of his lithe hand movements.

Aizen traces long kisses on your inner thighs, and you try your best to stay obedient and still, just like he said you should. But when his chocolate eyes contact yours, seconds before his head disappears between your thighs, and you feel his tongue licking at your wet folds, your lower body juts off the mattress.

You let out a moan, one that has him raise his spiritual pressure enough to have you immobile. “Disobey one more time, and you won't like it.” Your eyes tear up, and your breath becomes even heavier. Dear God, you've never been so turned on. And in the few times you've been, he had always been the reason.

Aizen eats you out like you're a treasure to be savored. He licks you slowly, gently, teasingly. And then he makes you needy, he hits your spot with intent and precision. Until your hands are fisted in the futon as though you hate it, and you're trying not to curse him for the power he has over you.

Aizen has your legs trembling and your chest heaving. And by the time he makes you cum, you're spitting swears at him left and right. “I'm going to kill you,” you say breathlessly.

Captain Aizen smiles as he softly pries your trembling legs apart, “Sure you will, sweetheart.”

Read more.

[kk-stormy]

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Abarai Renji, Aizen Sosuke, Urahara Kisuke, Haschwalth Jugram.

Format: short imagines.

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, language, horny thoughts, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, masturbation, f!reader, suggestive themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!receiving), oral sex (f!receiving), slight altered narration of the canon events for Aizen’s part, possible spoiler in Haschwalth part and mention to kidnapping (?).

Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Abarai Renji.

Rummaging through Orihime’s clothes, covered in flour and baking powder from head to toe, you checked the clock briefly. You had to make it in time, or else you were going to fail your best friend’s expectations and mess up her plan to spend a lovely night with Ichigo. When she told you she had convinced him to join her for dinner, you wasted no time in helping her cooking something decent to eat. You were her best friend, after all. You were not going to let her date get ruined by a predictable food poison, considering Orihime’s creations. Additionally, you cared about Ichigo too much to let him die like that.

Now the question is: ‘how did you end up in that situation, anyway?’.

You had spent almost the entire afternoon cooking by her side, when she suddenly remembered that she had to go to buy something to drink and meet up with Sado. You had no problem in taking care of the kitchen without her assistance and you still needed to cook the dessert anyway, therefore you assured her that, by the time she had made her comeback, she would have found a delicious cake in the fridge. Trusting in your abilities blindly, Orihime left and you wasted no time in collecting the ingredients for the cake.

Odds, however, were not in your favor. Literally.

When you finally spotted the packet of flour, you sighed in contempt for it was settled on the top shelf of the cupboard far from your reach. Now, confinding into your skills, you dragged a chair towards the counter and climbed on top of it. The clumsy version of yourself decided to show up, though, and as you grasped the packet, you lost your balance and fell down on the floor. Your grip on the packet loosend and it ended up ripping, causing the content to fall all over yourself. Never in your life something like that had happened to you and you felt in an awful distress.

Wiping away some powder from your face, you stood up and dashed to your best friend’s bedroom. You were pretty sure you could find something to wear and, honestly, Orihime would have not minded lending you some of her clothes.

Yet, your best friend was tired of you and Renji’s dynamics. Sneaky glances, snippy comments, lingering touches. The attraction was evident.

Therefore, she had set up a trap for you. As you finally pulled out some red shorts and an oversized t-shirt from a drawer, Renji Abarai was already on his way to Orihime house, totally unaware that the only person he would have found in there was you. Why? Your smart friend had made him believe her house would have hosted a small party with your whole group of friends and he had accepted the invitation.

Truth to be told, it took her a while to convince him but, when she mentioned you were going to be there, he had changed his mind.

Tossing your dirty clothes carelessly on the floor, you ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower to remove the flour from your hair, cleavage and improbable parts of your body. Renji, in the meanwhile, knocked on the front door, calling out your name along with Ichigo’s, Rukia’s, Uryu’s and Orihime’s ones. Naturally, you could not hear him and he thought that kicking the door open was a good idea.

You had just stepped out of the shower and, since you thought you were alone, you had not wrapped a towel around your naked body to make your way back to the bedroom, where you had left the clean clothes you had picked.

Now, as you stepped out of the bathroom and flicked your gaze up, you thought you had been a victim of a concussion and that you obviously were having an allucination. Renji’s rounded eyes and his parted lips, though, made you realize it was real. He was there, in front of you. Squeaking out in panic, you blushed and ran back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you felt your heart thrumming into your chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?! You are such a moron!” you snapped from behind the door, knowing damn well that Renji was probably still standing in the corridor and trying to figure out what on the holy Earth had just happened.

“Me?! What the hell are you doing naked?! I never met someone walking around a fucking house completely naked!” Renji fired back, banging his fist on the door in frustration.

Despite being irritated by your antics, Renji could not deny that the sight of your curves, of your naked skin, was tattooed into his mind. You had no idea of the amount of nights he had spent thinking about how your skin tasted after a bath, or how it would have felt like ripping your clothes off of you. You were absolutely beautiful, a sight to behold, the woman he had to make his.

In the privacy of his bedroom, in the middle of the night, he had moaned your name as he had touched himself in maddness and desire. How many times he had imagined you, mouth hanging open, writhing beneath him, as he rutted his hips onto yours. And now, now he had had the chance to see how beautiful you really were without any item shielding your magnificent body from his eyes.

“You’re such a jerk! I didn’t know you were coming over! — you quipped suddenly, grasping a towel and wrapping it around yourself — Also, what are you even doing here?! You should leave and I should too, before Orihime and Ichigo come back” you reasoned, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Gosh, your face was still beet red and you were visibly shaken.

Renji Abarai had seen you naked. Your crush had just had a full clear view of your bare body. It was not exactly the way you had planned to let him see you like that for the first time.

Renji scoffed “What? I’ve come over for the stupid party Orihime is hosting…” he replied, furrowing his brows at your statement.

You opened the door hesitantly, peeking out to lock eyes with him “What? Are you serious?” you whispered, relaxing a bit as you tried to connect the dots. Oh, now you could see it. Inoue Orihime had tricked you and that idiot of Renji!

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose as the red-haired shinigami stared at you dumbfounded. What was wrong with him? He stared at you, hooded eyes and a weird expression on his face, without saying a word. Well, of course, he was still fighting back the urge to pin you up against the door and fuck you senseless.

“She trolled us” you stated, folding your arms against your chest and leaning your back against the wall, in a pathetic attempt to snap him out of the catatonic status he had fallen into. It was pointless. At the lack of feedback, you let your eyes trailing down his body and you gawked at the prominent tent you saw in his pants.

You clasped your hand over your mouth and slapped his chest, earning a grunt from him along with a homicidal glance.

“Oi!” he protested, clenching his fists down his sides and taking a menacing step closer to you.

“Did you get a boner from staring at me?! You are such a pig, Renji, o my God! I can’t believe I have a cr—…” you cut yourself off as soon as you saw Renji’s features relaxing and a smug smile crossing his lips. You were so done with yourself.

Did you just confess your feelings to him?

“Fuck” you uttered, hiding your face behind your hands and turning your back at him.

His hand softly squeezing your shoulder, though, caught you off guard. You felt his chest gracing your back and you slowly lowered your hands from your face. You were even more surprised to feel his arms gently snaking around your waist and involving you in a gentle hug, despite his abrasive nature. It was pleasantly unexpected.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s clear that we like each others. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you’re hot. — he started, propping his chin on top of your head — Why don’t you get dressed and we go out on a date? That’d be nice, right?” he asked, swallowing his pride as he came to terms with the fact that he could not truly stay away from you for any longer.

You felt your face heat up but smiled and nodded your head, before glancing up and him “Oh, it looks like someone truly got some balls down here, huh? I’m totally in!” you teased him, chuckling and dashing down to Orihime’s bedroom to get ready.

Renji rolled his eyes “I swear, I’ll fuck that sassy attitude out of you one day” he shouted after you, before entering the bathroom to get rid of that little problem making his ripped jeans uncomfortable.

Urahara Kisuke.

Working with Kisuke was both stressful and enjoyable at the same time. He was hilarious, kind and generous, but extremely lazy. That peculiar trait of his personality, of course, was enough to make you slightly jumpy and sleep-deprived because you had to take care of the shop both day and night. Why did you do it? Well, at first, you needed some extra money to pay for your studies and you craved some indipendence, but then you started to develop a small crush for the blonde shop-keeper and working by his side became more of a self-indulgent activity than a duty.

Now, when the time of festivities came, you were well prepared to run around the shop to satisfy your costumers. Sometimes, you even decorated the shelves and put on some soft music to cheer up the atmosphere. Indeed, that was exactly what you did that day: it was carnival, after all.

However, today, you had had the splendid idea to dress up as a bunny. Or, to be fair, a sensual bunny. You knew Kisuke Urahara like the back of your hand and you perfectly knew what you would have done to him by ambling around with those lovely black, soft ears over your head and a tight leather corset embracing your curves. You had decided to push his buttons, to test his self-control and, by the time you walked into the shop that morning dressed up like this, you did not fail to notice the way his eyes widened even so slightly as he hid his grin behind his fan.

Working by your side was the equivalent of experiencing his personal living hell. Every single time you passed by him, you made sure to brush your gloved fingers against his chest, your lashes fluttering in a dramatically slow manner that made his pants tight. You were playing with fire, but it was a dangerous game you were willing to play.

Kisuke was obviously intrigued. He had dreamt about you since Ichigo had introduced you two. The way you always looked dashing, the way your glossy lips captivated him and made him pant in the privacy of his bedroom, as soon as your shift ended and you left, was mind-blowing. He was so tired of having to reach his climax alone. He wanted nothing more than your soft, plumped lips wrapped around his cock as he held your hair behind your nape for him to thrust into your mouth easily.

“Nice choice of items” he had purred eventually, watching you from behind his blonde eyelashes, as his tongue teasingly darted out of his mouth to lick a stripe off of his lollipop.

What an infuriatingly handsome son of a bitch he was.

The way he looked at you as his tongue kept on savouring the sugary candy was making your mouth dry. He had read your cards, had he not? You pressed your thighs together, mentally cursing his name as you glanced up at him with a slight blush.

Oh, how you badly you wanted him to treat your pussy the way he was licking that stupid lollipop. The former Captain had apparently decided to mess with your head.

You cleared your throat and hummed, pretending not to be affected by his words and antics “Thank you so much” you simply replied, a thin-lipped smile crossing your face.

He stared at you intently for a few seconds, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, before he decided to taunt you again “Ah, I wonder how good they’d look on the floor. — he casually commented — I guess I’ll never know, though”.

You felt your stomach twist and your fingers curled on the edge of the counter as you let his words sink in. You had won, but he had clearly called your bluff. The time left to spend in his company was mercifully short, by now. The night had veiled the sky and you had closed the shop. Walking home alone in that short dress was not a great idea, therefore you had brought some clothes with you to change.

Without saying a word, you simply grabbed your bag from the shelf and walked off to the back of the shop. You took off your gloves, your skirt, your stupid corset and allowed yourself to breathe properly again. Your chest was completely exposed and your panties were so thin that it felt like you were not wearing them at all.

Before you had time to reach for the zip of your bag, the door swung open and you shrieked in embarrassment as Kisuke’s voice rang in your ears.

“I was thinking that maybe we could—…” he started, but he never finished that sentence.

His lollipop slipped from his fingers, clattering on the floor as a shaky breath left his parted lips. You, the girl he wanted to ask out that very night, were standing a few feet away from him in only her thong and those cute little bunny ears he had fantasized about for the last four hours. God, how badly he wanted to see them fall from your head as you rode him to exhaustion. You looked like a goddess and, consequentially, he could not tear his eyes from your naked frame.

“Kisuke!” you squirmed, your arms trying to cover your naked breasts as he did not seem to be able to move.

“I am so sorry, but you look so beautiful it’d be a shame to look away…” he breathed out, making you blush and reach down to unzip the bag laying at your feet with one hand, careful not to expose your nipples to his attentive eyes once again.

“Wait!” he fretted again and you flicked your gaze up on him again.

He took his hat off, a thing you had rarely seen him doing before. His eyes seemed to twinkle in a malicious light, but they were kind “How can I make it up to you?” he asked, keeping the eye-contact with you.

The tension was tangible and, honestly, what was the use in dressing up again if he had already took a full view of your naked body? Was it not supposed to happen sooner or later? You had been eye-fucking each others for hours, after all.

You sighed and arched an eyebrow up, cocking your head to the side as you finally found the courage to speak and shame left your body.

“Well, since you dropped your lollipop and you have nothing to run your tongue on anymore, why don’t you give me a taste of your skills? You surely had some fun in driving me mad too, right?” you teased him, leaning your back against the wall and winking at him from across the room.

Urahara Kisuke, the damn shop-keeper, smirked and kicked the lollipop to the side with his foot, before reaching you with a few quick strides. He looked at you up and down, a faint blush on his cheeks, as he hooked his calloused hands underneath your thighs and lifted you up.

“My, my… I figured I was going to kiss your other lips by the end of the day. — he commented chuckling, as he settled you on top of a table — I’m clearly not going to complain now” he added, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties.

You bit your lower lip, when he dragged the fabric down your thighs with his teeth and your fingers tangled his soft hair “You lucky bastard…” was all that you said.

In fact, the way his tongue flicked your clitoris, with your legs draped over his shoulders, was enough to make you babble out incoherent words for the rest of the night.

Aizen Sosuke.

You had always had a weird way to get under his skin. From the moment he had met you, despite you being a mere human with some peculiar ability, he knew you were not as judgemental as the other members of your crew of human friends. You were a bit older, you were responsible, you had a brilliant mind and, obviously, he loved the way he could not manipulate you. He had the constant feeling he could never get to corrupt your soul, your vision of the world. You were too rational, even for someone like him. Deep down, though, he sensed you were not totally unaffected by his charisma.

Aizen Sosuke was not only a godly handsome man: he was charming, brilliant, and, much to your dismay, someone you had undeniably fallen in love with.

You had figured something dark lurked underneath his friendly façade almost immediately. Curiosity killed the cat and you had found yourself glued to his hip. Before you could venture further into his business, though, he had made sure you caught a glimpse of his dark side. He had clearly told you not to meddle in his private life, but you feared to lose him. You feared something would have happened sooner or later and therefore, not to watch your heart break, you had left the Soul Society without your friends or bothering to letting him know.

You had not heard from him for a whole week. You tried not to think about him, but his ghost was everywhere you went, in every activity you did. His name indulged on your tongue way too much for your own good, when you cursed yourself for having picked the worst Shinigami ever to have a crush on. His presence in your life had affected you so much, to the point that trying to go on and live your ordinary life as a human was impossible. It was like living in a perpetual agony.

That evening, you were coming back from the gym when you got caught in a pouring rain. Naturally, you had not brought an umbrella with you and, by the time you got back home, you were soaked. What a misfortune, a thing you were getting used to lately.

As soon as you unlocked the door of your flat and stepped inside, you took off your shoes and discarded you bag on the floor before ambling absent-mindedly to your bathroom and grabbing a few towels to dry yourself. You lived alone, you did not think that a certain someone was actually waiting for you in the shadows. Oh, Aizen was so upset with you. His eyes followed your every move attentively, pondering when it would have been the perfect moment to step out and make his presence known.

You were beautiful, so tempting, even for someone like him who believed to be a god. Maybe it was your innocence, the goodness in you, but he was still a man. He was drawn to your beauty like a moth to a flame.

As you took off your drenched t-shirt and bra, you proceeded to drag your leggings down your legs and shivered. A warm shower was highly needed and, as soon as you got rid of your panties too, you let out a sigh of relief and glanced up at your reflection in the mirror. You were tired, that was true, but the scream that left your lips though was not due to the dark circles around your eyes, giving you a jumpscare. It was due to the presence of the man standing right behind you.

His glasses, his brown locks and his handsome face were unmistakable. Aizen Sosuke. The Captain of the Fifth Division was right behind you with a smug smirk crossing his lips and an his eyes transfixed on your naked frame. He was not even trying to hide the wolfish grin on his lips.

You blushed from head to toe and tried to run into the cubicle of the shower, hoping that the thick, red courtain would have shielded your curves from him. You never stepped into the shower, though. Aizen had other plans in store for you and, in a swift motion, you found yourself pinned to nearest wall. His hand, firmly wrapped around the back of your neck, forced your cheek against the white tiled wall and his body was pressed up against your back.

“It’s good to see you again, darling” he hissed in your ear, his hot breath fanning the base of your neck and sending shivers down your spine.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you blurted out, trying to ignore the fact that, not only you were naked, but Sosuke did not even seem to be bothered by your nudity at all. The bastard had no shame.

He grinned “You know exactly why I’m here” he declared, taking his glasses off and settling them carelessly on the counter at his right.

You blushed and gritted your teeth, batting your eyes closed to steady your breath. You wanted to lash out at him, tell him how you hated the way he had pushed you away, throwing fact at his perfect face. He was the reason why you had left in the first place.

“Get out of my sight… You shouldn’t be here” you stated, although you quite did not want him to go. Not again. You did not want to spend any more time without him, no matter how irritated you were, how scared you were. You needed him. You needed to get upset every time he was overly kind with you and showed off those perfect deceitful smiles of his. The smirks you had fallen for…

“Tsk, tell me to leave and I may consider this option” he cooed, his grip on the back of your neck tightening as he pressed his clothed crotch against your ass.

You gasped, flushing up even more at his action. Was he excited? Did he really find you attractive? Was it another way to fool you?

“Aizen…” you whispered.

“Come on, say it. Tell me to leave, tell me to stop or tell me something else. Tell me what do you want me to do” he taunted you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he made it painly clear that leaving was not in his plans. Oh, he was far from wanting to leave. He had come here to confront you, to deliver his message for you personally. Eveything was clearly going according to his plan. He was so obsessed with perfectionism and you, of course, were exactly what he needed right now. You were part of his plan too, somehow.

You cursed yourself for enjoying this and, as you sighed and gave him the green card to proceed, you felt your inevitable fall approaching.

“Stay” you breathed out, earning an dark chuckle from the man behind you.

“That’s what I thought” he said, slithering his hand between your legs and plunging his fingers into your core without warning you. You moaned, a little startled by the sudden move, your inner walls gradually trying to adjust to the intrusion.

Sosuke bit your shoulder softly, as his fingers pumped into you deeply at a rough but steady pace. It was almost as if he wanted to punish you. He always had everything under control, it was almost frustrating. He enjoyed the way you moaned softly, under your breath, not to pamper him and make his chest swell up in pride.

However, as he pulled them out of you and you whined for the sudden sensation of emptiness, he hastily pulled his pants down and thrusted up into you. The sinful moan, strained in pain for his roughness, was enough to make him smirk in satisfaction.

“Don’t you fucking dare to leave like that ever again —he growled, thrusting into you at a feral pace — I’ll fuck an apology out of you”.

And he stack up to his vow.

Haschwalth Jugram.

You were not friends. You were far from that. You were enemies, actually. He had kidnapped you almost two months ago, making all of your friends worried sick about you. When you had asked him why he had done it, he dismissively replied that it was necessary, that he saw potential in you, that your friends would have fallen into his trap by coming to your rescue.

However, as weeks passed by, you noticed a change in his behavior. He was no more in his typical haste, he stayed a little longer to talk to you, he made sure you did not feel like a prisoner. You found out he was not a real monster. At least, not with you. Sometimes he was the one to deliver your meals to you. You never asked him why he did it. You accepted his kindness, despite the difficulty of keeping up a conversation with him for more than ten minutes. Haschwalth Jugram was so bashful. It irked you how he could have been the incarnation of the Prince Charming, if he was not a villain.

Now, you had to admit that, among other things, you had not failed to appreciate his appearence. The blue-eyed man was handsome as hell. Almost too perfect to walk this Earth, too deadly to be a human. Finding him attractive was wrong on so many levels, but you tried to hold on onto that trivial thought to take your mind off. You were still a prisoner, after all.

Now, he was a respectful man. You had noticed that he always came to check on you at the same hour. That night was not supposed to be an exception. You were laying on your back on the soft bed of your room, rosy cheeks and fuzzy mind. You were indulging on the thought of him again. It was an unhealthy obsession, a lustful and sinful thought you would have gladly got rid of, but in that very moment you could not.

You gave up. You slipped your shorts off, your panties following their same destiny on the floor along with your t-shirt. You laid down bare, your fingers travelling down your abdoment and finally reaching down to your aching core. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you started to draw figures eights on your bundle of nerves. Oh, how badly you wished he was the one to do it. He had long fingers that you were more than sure would have fitted perfectly into you.

His name escaped your lips softly once, twice and thrice. It was hard not to, when your body was on fire. You desired him, you wanted to see his mask of pride slip as he took you on that bed.

You were so lost into the realm of pleasure that you did not even heard the door creak open and saw the tall figure looming in your room, until he spoke and your blood ran cold.

“Do you need something—…” the tall blonde said, only to feel his tongue freeze in his mouth at the sight before his icy-blue eyes.

You were staring up at him in pure shock, naked, with your legs wide open and your fingers buried deep into your core. He seemed to be composed, despite the awkward situation and it took you a few seconds to reach and slip under the covers to hide your nudity from his glacial eyes.

After enduring the most embarrassing staring contest of your life between you two, he cleared his throat and spoke again “I did not intend to disturb you. I was passing by your door and I heard my name. I apologize” he flatly declared. But you did not fail to catch the way his left hand twitched and the way his pants seemed to tighten slightly. Did he appreciate the view?

You blushed and nodded your head “Let’s pretend it never happened. — you breathed out, careful not to let the blankets fall — Do you need something? Can I help you in any way?” you added, avoiding to make eye-contact with him again.

The blonde man took a moment before answering, his cold eyes still lingering over your frame, studying the way the silky covers were draped over your body and exalting your curves. It was not good at all. He was losing his focus because of you. The worst part of it was that it was not exactly the first time, but it was surely a problem since it was happening before your eyes.

“No, I’m perfectly fine. — he replied shortly — I’ll take my leave”.

And with that, he left your bedroom, slamming the door behind him in frustration. However, he laid his back against it, running a gloved hand over his visage as he tried to compose himself. It was hard coming to terms with the fact that he liked you. Having seen you naked, however, had devasted him. He was hungry. He was so hungry he had to have you now, even for once. Even if he would have not got to touch you ever again.

“Bloody Hell…” he uttered under his breath, before opening the door again and dashing into your bedroom. He locked the door and walked up to you, stopping beside you and taking his coat off. His hands immediately reached down for his belt and he unbuckled his belt, his eyes clouded over in lust as he stared at you as if you were his property.

“Actually, there’s a thing you can do for me. Suck me off. Open that pretty mouth of yours that moaned my name so sweetly” he growled, unzipping his pants and pulling them down enough for you to slip his hard cock out of his boxers.

Your mouth watered and your cheeks flushed as you sat up hastily and flicked your gaze up to meet his “Is that a command?” you whispered teasingly, only to make him snort and grip your hair gently.

“Yes, it is. And make sure to swallow” he crooned, watching the way you smirked and wrapped your lips around him so diligently.

In the end, you had got what you wanted from the beginning. He lost his temper, you lost your dignity.

Tags: @stygianoir @idkyetwow @shattereddreamssara @yunixkill

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! It’s my first Bleach post and I hope you can appreciate it. Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated! I am sorry for the delay, but I am currently very busy!

X O X O

[kk-stormy]

SYNOPSIS: After the disappearance of Captain Hirako, Captain Aizen and you work deep into the night to catch up on the paperwork that was caused by the incident itself but also by the sudden loss of workforce. It is then, that you notice something within the reports from the night of the incident seems amiss. Captain Aizen takes this in his usual calm way and decides to reward you for your work.

CONTENT: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!, female reader, events shortly after TBTP, kissing, smut, fingering, praise, manipulative Aizen, murder is hinted at heavily, character death, mentions of blood, not proofread

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

NOTES: Just a small little thing. Felt inspired so this happened! I hope you enjoy! The header is a bonus illustration by Kubo himself!

A heightened load of work usually falls back onto the ones, who are very hard-working. Sometimes you wish you had been a little more sleazy in the past.

That wish is accompanied by a yawn that leaves your lips and interrupts your thoughts. You can feel your eyes watering a little. It’s probably about 3 AM by now and despite the late hour, you are still sitting in front of a pile of paperwork. The black strokes of ink on white paper are looking particularly irritating to you tonight.

Cold air bites at your limbs when the door slides open and you whip your head up to look at the man who is stepping into the room. The alertness that took over your body for a second is immediately cast away by the familiar back that is turned to you, as the man carefully slides the door to a close.

“Captain Aizen…,” you reaffirm his presence as if checking with him if you’re still awake enough to recognize him properly. A low chuckle leaves the man and he finally turns towards you. 

Your captain is dressed comfortably, wearing a yukata in a rich brown color and a haori in a lighter earthy color on top. It’s nothing unusual, clothes that everyone wears, but to you, this still feels a little off, despite having spent the last few hours in such relaxing clothing yourself. 

Usually, he would be wearing the regular shinigami shihakusho and the more recent addition - a captain’s robe. The matching shihakusho that you usually would be wearing is amiss tonight as well, a simple yukata draped over your frame. It had been late when he had called you over and it sounded urgent so you had arrived as you were.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts on the featured fashion choices of this night when you feel something being draped over your shoulders.

“Apologies,” the man says soothingly, carefully smoothing the fabric of the haori over your shoulders, “I thought you might be a little cold, so it might be best to wear that on top for now.”

It’s one of his haori. You reach up to stroke your hand over the material while you mumble a small “Thank you” to him. You’re currently seated in his little office, which is located within his private quarters, so the fabric that is splayed across your shoulders is one of his garments.

Ever so slightly, warmth crawls into your body and you are reluctant to explore whether it’s due to the haori offering an extra layer against the cool temperatures of the night, or because of the kind gesture. 

Deciding not to dwell on that feeling, you clear your throat and scoot to the side, wordlessly offering up the space right next to you at the desk. “There is something I want you to look at,” you remark and Aizen raises one of his brows quizzically, sitting down on a pillow on the floor beside you.

Pointing to one of the reports from that grim night, you urge him to look at some of the details you have scribbled down next to it. “There are a few things that do not make sense to me, in terms of how everything has lined up.”

One might think that someone in your position would be overjoyed, seeing as how you were promoted to a higher position just like that. You were now taking care of the third-highest position within the fifth division, right behind Lieutenant Ichimaru, but you were worried.

“Some reported To- Captain Tosen,” you correct yourself before you continue, “to be missing during the time of the event. Unexcused.”

With that, your eyes snap to him. The warm light of the candles on the desk is reflected within his glasses, the orange glow stroking shadows onto his shapely cheeks. A soft smile tugs on his lips and he speaks, “Gin and I were missing as well. Do you suspect us?”

A huff of air leaves your nose. The mere idea of your trusted captain being involved in something so cruel, especially knowing how well he had gotten along with someone like Captain Hirako, who had a habit of being a little too volatile and over the top for some people’s likes…

“Impossible.” Firmly, you put down the papers that you were holding onto. “I also believe that if Lieutenant Ichimaru had any other motivations, you would have figured him out long ago. You are good at seeing what lies underneath the surface.”

The man beside you takes hold of the papers in front of you, leaning back onto his free hand as he reads through the reports. You look at him as he reads, watching how his eyes move along the words on the paper before they begin to read another line. When he shifts, the light reflects off of his glasses, hiding his gaze away.

Silence. 

“Or perhaps… Lieutenant Ichimaru did act a little suspicious - more so than usual. And some of his statements did not line up all that well with some of the other ones that we have recorded,” you confess your observations. “Is that enough to fuel worry?”

Pushing up his glasses, he nods. “While this is no proof, there are indeed some points that seem a little worrisome. Perhaps-”

He does not get to finish his sentence before you stand up. Quickly, his hand reaches for your wrist to hold you back but he greatly underestimates his strength and just how terribly low your guard is around him. Your Captain pulls on you with entirely too much force and that, coupled with your momentum and the small fright that action gave you, you topple right on top of him with a squeak and hit your hip against the low desk in the process.

A low hiss leaves your lips as the dull pain settles in and when you try to push yourself up, a hand on your head stops you from doing so. “Careful,” your Captain murmurs lowly and his warm breath hits your face as he keeps you from knocking your head into the desk. That is when you realize how close he is. You’re straddling his waist.

Heat crawls up your chest and makes its home in the apples of your cheeks. “I am so sorry-” you begin as you try to climb off of him but his grip on your wrist is firm. 

There is a glint of something in his eyes and you’re not sure what it is. It draws you in and soon enough you’re leaning closer. The collar of his robe is a little disheveled and the glimpse of pale skin causes a prickling sensation in your fingertips.

Captain Aizen’s hand moves from the top of your head down to your cheek, cupping it gently. Pulling you closer, his lips are on yours within no time. You hear nothing and your eyelids slide shut as his soft lips move against yours, coaxing you to relax into his touch.

His lips part from yours and his voice is quiet when he speaks again, “Let’s not rush. We need to set up a proper plan before we hurry and throw all our cards onto the table, hm?” The backs of his fingers run over your cheek lightly and you wonder if he can feel the heat that emanates from your skin. 

Dazedly, you speak, “Captain, I think…” but you trail off, your throat feeling dry when his fingers tease along the line of your jaw, down to your chin. Tipping it up, he leans in and leaves a warm kiss on your throat, trailing lower.

“Sōsuke,” he corrects you. “For tonight at least. I think diligent work such as yours deserves to be rewarded.” With ease, he rolls you over onto the futon that lies merely two steps away from the desk you had been working at earlier. 

You don’t see how his other hand has moved the papers on his desk away, intent on making them disappear in whichever way he can.

The soft sheets are cool against your back, even through the layers you’re wearing and Sōsuke shoots you a warm smile. “That’s much more comfortable, isn’t it?” he asks. It is here, that for the first time, you recognize your captain as an adult of equal footing. 

It’s not that you were unaware of the fact that he is an adult - that much has been obvious from way before you managed to occupy the third seat of his division. Only that up until now he has been someone older than you who has always guided you with the care a mentor would have for his young ones.

Of course, a man who conducts himself with such grace and who offers his guidance to anyone willing enough to sit down and listen is a popular one. The good looks on top have certainly allowed for a fantasy or two to occupy your mind during lonely nights. You have managed to think up some thoughts about how he might take his guidance into the bedroom as well.

Now, it looks like you are about to find out, and as much as your rule-stickling persona screams at you from the back of your mind - tells you to stop this right in this very moment, lest you not only cause drama within your workplace but also disgrace yourself in front of your captain - you don’t care to listen.

As he settles on top of you, your arms move to wrap around his neck and he smiles down at you. Leaning down, his lips brush against yours again, more insistently this time. It’s a slow, comfortable kiss and you find yourself sighing in a way that makes him chuckle. Heat rises within your cheeks but before you can explain, his fingers find the obi of your yukata, gently pulling on one end of it and unraveling you between his body and the sheets.

At the sight of the very human underwear you are wearing, he playfully raises a brow and you pout. “Got this during my last mission in the world of the living. It seemed convenient.”

“It certainly is rather inconvenient during a time like this,” Sōsuke muses, dipping down to lavish your throat with kisses. The way you tremble beneath him stokes the fire in his chest. There is something about how obedient you are, how easily you let go of your own plans just to follow his words, that truly makes him feel in favor of you tonight.

Perhaps it’s mercy, he thinks to himself, this feeling of wanting to bestow you with a final gift before you part but he knows it’s much more. The possibility of him missing your devotion irks him.

Another reason for the both of you to go your separate ways after the sun rises once more.

For now, he allows himself to revel in the way you look up at him as if there is no being as beautiful as he is as if there is no one else entirely. In your eyes, he can see himself reflected within the pools that are filled with reverence. It fuels his ego.

His lips brush over the lace of your lavender bra. “However,” Sōsuke continues and you feel like you are snapped out of your trance, your body jumping slightly underneath his touch. You think you feel him smile against your skin. “I do appreciate beautiful things.”

Arching up into his touch as you feel his nose brushing the skin between your breasts, your breathing picks up while he leaves a trail of warm kisses down to your lower stomach. “Sōsuke,” his name leaves your lips in a breathless whisper and he dives up to face you again, his lips inches apart from yours. 

“That’s more like it, sweet thing,” he tells you, seemingly satisfied with how you have called out to him. His fingers brush over your clothed folds before he cups your mound. Grinding the heel of his palm against you gently, you roll your hips up into his touch, rubbing against his hand.

Eager pants leave you when his fingers teasingly dip between your folds through the thin material of your panties. The fabric is damp already and as he teases you with touches that are entirely too gentle for your rising desperation, a sticky, wet spot starts to form.

Satisfied with how you’re whining underneath him, he slides his fingers up to your lower tummy teasingly before they disappear underneath the hem of your panties. Two of his fingers dip into your hole and he is pleased to find it welcoming him into your tight heat. Your walls pulse around him and you arch your body into him when he curls the digits up and rubs exploratively within your pussy, trying to find the spot that makes you see stars.

“That’s it… You deserve this, so take all of it, pretty,” he mumbles, burying his nose against your hair. His fingers move in and out of you insistently as his thumb moves to rub over your clit in firm circles. 

Compared to your own touch that accompanied your fantasies in the past, his fingers are much bigger. They are more insistent than you’d imagined and almost a little rough as he adds a third one and pushes all three of them into you down to the knuckle. This tears a gasp from your throat and you buck your hips up into his touch, over and over again, as you feel the strength leave your legs.

“Sōsuke, ‘m gonna cum,” you moan, your fingers digging into the material of his haori, which hangs onto his shoulder loosely, ready to fall off any minute now.

Sōsuke smiles and presses a kiss against your temple. “Come undone for me and accept this reward. I will give you more if you show me how good I make you feel,” he promises. “That’s it,” he encourages you and he sounds a little breathless himself now.

His deep voice so close to your ear and his rough handling of your pussy have you coming undone around his fingers, your wetness dripping down his wrist as you whine and whimper, your hips twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Good…,” he mumbles sweetly, “Good girl. That’s it.”

And as your hands move to untie his obi, once you’ve come down from your high, he helps you, chuckling at your eagerness.

Perhaps he will indulge himself as well. There is nothing wrong with a king accepting his follower’s devotion, no fault is to be found within a god’s acceptance of his believer’s offerings.

With his hand around your throat as you two move between the sheets, your body slick and warm against his, he maps it out in his head. 

How you’d cool down in the afterglow of your passionate embrace and how the pool of red around your body would cool down with you. How devotion within your gaze would persist until the very end - until the life in your eyes is willed away by his hands.

The evidence all pointed to you. No one could vouch for your presence on that dreary night and even your Captain found you to be amiss. Ink on paper is a feeble thing that holds no permanence within an authority’s hands. Changing a few details here and there would not require much effort.

You’ve detected loopholes and graciously offered yourself as the one he would make use of.

Sōsuke did not believe that he needed to thank anyone for how far he has come.

In his merciful embrace - his parting gift to you - he expresses his thanks in a way that your body would remember when he’d talk of your deeds and the justice he was forced to bring to you in front of the other Captains.