#Aizen Sosuke

[souloveyaa]

Ichigos parents?!?!?!

[my-my-my]

Human After All - Chapter 2: Why Won't You Make Up Your Mind?

Chapter 1

Summary: Being asked to tutor one of the star pupil’s of the current crop of Academy students, was not on your bucket list, but a favour was a favour. Aizen Sosuke failed his kido exam, but upon further review, you realize something about the young man. Something that unnerves him and surprises you. A secret that you two share and carry once he graduates and enters the Gotei 13. But what you didn’t expect was the very same student, to be your rival.

CW: age gap (older reader), insecurity, workplace gossip, workplace hostility.

Tag list: @yune1337 @gurehai @villainsrtasty (if you wish to be tagged for future posts, please fill this out)

Word count: 2904

Read on AO3 here.

Has it really been 50 years? 50 years since you saw Aizen Sosuke? You were shocked by how much he grew. He was already taller than you back when he was a student, but now… you shook your head as you tried to focus on what he was saying.

“…it’s nice to see you again.” His voice had gotten deeper as well. The young man you had tutored… well, he definitely was not a student anymore. It startled you.

“Aizen-san! How nice to see you!” You bowed at him. “It’s been so long, how have you been?”

He gave you a polite smile, the same one you remembered when he was younger. “I’ve been well.”

You heard the whisperings of some of your lower-ranking members. “The Ice Queen is talking to Aizen-san? She’s going to be so rude to him.”

You mentally flinched at the nickname they gave you, but it seemed that Aizen didn’t hear them.

“Why don’t we catch up over some tea? Do you like tea?” You asked, pushing him away from your gossiping squad members. You also wanted to know what he was up to since he graduated. He gave a sheepish laugh, an oddly nostalgic sound to you.

It was only one week together, but for some reason, you felt that it was a time neither of you would forget. A small secret the two of you shared, that you thought, was to protect him as he continued with his studies and eventual career in the Gotei 13.

“I like tea, yes.” He nodded his head. “There’s a tea shop I recommend if you’d prefer.”

“By all means, lead the way.” As you ushered him forward, a laugh escaping you, “you caught me at a good time, I was just done my duties for today.”

The tea shop was unassuming and inconspicuous, but the owners recognized Aizen immediately. You were seated quickly as you looked over the tea menu available.

“They have quite the selection here.” You remarked, impressed by what was offered. You had selected a white tea blend, while Aizen ordered himself a black tea.

“They do. I used to come here as a student. They have affordable teas here.” Aizen murmured, sipping his drink. You inspected his face more closely. His glasses were the same – thick black framed ones he had, and he wore his hair the same way. It might have been a tad bit longer than you remembered. He just looked older and a bit more confident.

“How long have you been in the Gotei 13 for?” You asked as you looked over his face again.

Unlike his youth, Aizen wasn’t avoiding your gaze and stared directly back at you. Behind his glasses was a familiar warmth, but you wondered if that would remain if he took his glasses off.

“I’ve been here for the past 4 decades or so.” He nodded, “Once I graduated, I was selected into Squad 8 as an unseated soldier for Captain Kyoraku, but he recommended me for a promotion to the fourth seat of Squad 13 soon after.”

Your eyes widened, in the span of 50 years, he had managed to become a seated member?! You had to work longer and harder for the seventh position of Squad 5 and had only recently accepted the promotion to the fourth seat.

It made you feel small.

“Well I did say you were talented.” You beamed at him, trying to hide your hurt. “I’m glad they’re recognizing your efforts.”

Aizen politely bowed his head, “thank you. I owe that to you.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “please, I really didn’t do anything. I’m glad your kido exam got sorted out and you don’t have to hinder yourself anymore.”

Aizen gave a pensive look. “I suppose,” he murmured, “but how have you been?”

You closed your eyes and took another sip of tea, “I’ve been well. I also accepted a promotion too.” You sighed wistfully, “I’ve been accepted as the fourth seat for Squad 5.”

“That’s wonderful,” he smiled, “and it’s great to see that they’re recognizing your talents as well.”

You looked down at the table as Aizen complimented you. You felt a bit strange – was it jealousy?

“Not for a lack of trying,” you gave another laugh, forcing yourself to smile. “It’s getting harder these days…” you drifted off.

“Harder for what?” Aizen asks, his eyes curious as to what you were going to say.

You shook your head, “ignore me.” But his look went from curiosity to concern.

Sighing, you looked out the window, “sometimes I feel that my age is holding me back. I’m not exactly getting any younger, but new recruits, such as yourself,” as you gestured to him, “… I see it as a double-edge sword.”

Aizen remained silent as you continued to explain yourself, “in a way, it’s motivating – I want to be the best I can be, so it keeps me on my toes.” You continued to drink your tea, “but on the other hand, I’m pushing myself and not seeing the progress I want to happen. It can be disheartening.”

Realization hits you that you shared something private with Aizen. “Please ignore what I said,” you laugh again, trying to dismiss what you just shared. “I get caught up in my own head sometimes.”

Aizen didn’t say anything, and the angle of his face, the lighting of the tearoom, you couldn’t read the expression in his eyes.

“They say comparison is the theft of joy.” He spoke softly, “and while I think it’s a wonderful mindset to see this is a challenge for your own abilities, your progress is uniquely your own.” He gave you warm smile, his eyes filled with tenderness that you couldn’t shake off, “no one can take that away from you.”

Another surprise for you was how mature Aizen seemed. He was cool, calm and collected as he listened to your worries. It was… reassuring.

“Thank you, Aizen-san.” You mumbled. A wave of conflicting emotions ran through you from the words he gave you. You tried to ignore your insecure thoughts and focus on the fact that it was your hard work that got you this promotion, it was through hard work that led you to many opportunities during your time in the Gotei 13. Aizen was right, no one could take that away from you. “Let me pay for our teas. I owe you that much.”

As soon as you paid, the two of you walked back to Seireitei. The conversation was light and easy-going, as if Aizen was trying to soothe you.

“I was thinking though,” Aizen said, as the two of you neared the Squad 13 barracks, “why don’t we run some kido training sessions together? I know your Squad is in disarray with your captain and lieutenant retiring. It might boost morale.” He gave you that kind smile once again.

“That’s not a bad idea,” you replied, thinking more about it. This might help me with my Lieutenancy application too… “if you’re my co-instructor, we can whip these soldiers into shape in no time!” You beamed.

Aizen nodded his head as the two of you reached the Squad 13 entrance. “Well this is where I take my leave.” He bowed his head, “thank you for meeting with me. I’ll arrange a time where we can plan this further.” And with a polite wave, Aizen left you.

You heard someone repeatedly shout your name, and in the distance, you saw bright, long blonde hair.

“Shinji! How nice to see you.”

“Likewise, it’s nice to see yer pretty face here.” You couldn’t help but blush from Shinji’s compliment. “What are ya doin’ here?”

“Oh I was talking with Aizen-san,” you said, noticing the frown Shinji made. “Why the long face?”

“Ah, it’s nothin’ – don’t worry your pretty head over it. So you know Sosuke?”

You were taken aback at the use of his first name, but you suppose they were close, seeing as how Shinji was the Lieutenant of Squad 13, with Shiba Kaien as the 3rd seat, followed by Aizen in fourth.

“Oh yes, I met him in his final year at the Academy. I tutored him briefly.” You politely explained.

“You tutored him? That’s surprisin’.” Shinji scoffed, “why don’t I escort you back to Squad 5?”

You laughed, “ever the gentleman, how can I say no?”

But not far from the two of you, stood Aizen, watching the two of you interact. He narrowed his eyes at how friendly Shinji was to you but walked away. The sound of your laughter ringing in his ears.

Both you and Shinji were catching up over what was happening between your two squads and the duties that annoyed both of you. As of late, Shinji had been busy, but “I wanted to tell ya somethin’,” Shinji whispered quietly as you saw the Squad 5 barracks overhead.

“Sure, what’s up?”

He took a deep breath, stopping in his tracks, “I’m being recommended for the Squad 5 captain position.” He drawled.

“That’s amazing Shinji!! Congratulations and good luck!” You grinned, leaping into his arms. Shinji was taken aback but gave you a firm squeeze.

“Thank ya, but it’s not set in stone yet. I have the captain’s examination soon.”

“You’ll pass with flying colours.” You gave him a soft look, “our Squad will be so lucky to have you.”

Shinji grinned, “and maybe you’ll help me around?” He asked. “Maybe as my lieutenant?”

You tried to calm yourself down, but your mind was racing. This was your chance, and you didn’t want to waste it, “that’d be such an honor. I won’t let you down.”

“You’ve never let me down, doll.” He smiled, patting your head. Your cheeks heated up as you noticed how close you two were.

“I’ll keep ya posted on what happens, so keep yer fingers crossed for me.” He teased. “But this is where we’ll have to part ways.”

As Shinji walked back to Squad 13, he mulled over seeing you and Aizen together. He didn’t get it. He could already hear Sakanade cackling over this – he didn’t trust Aizen, and he didn’t trust Aizen around you, no matter what kind of history the two of you shared. He walked by the offices shared by seated members and nodded his head to them all, including Aizen. He was reading something, but acknowledged Shinji as well, giving him a polite wave.

It unsettled Shinji and he didn’t want you near that.

Aizen and you had spent time together forming the kido essentials workshop for squad members in both Squad 5 and 13 who needed to brush up on their skills.

The sessions were… interesting to say the least. You tried not to pay mind to some of the passing comments of some of the students, “she can be so patronizing.”

“She’s only a fourth seat too, at her age. Shouldn’t she be retiring soon?”

The worst were the rumours. Why would someone like Aizen, an apparently popular, well-liked, handsome Shinigami, want to teach kido alongside some “bitch” of a woman.

You tried your best to ignore the comments, rumours and whisperings. But you often found yourself scolding people for not paying attention – they were too focused on Aizen or were trying hard to impress him.

But you couldn’t deny the effect Aizen had on people. He had a way with words, the way he looked at people, it was understandable that they wanted his attention. His mastery over kido was impressive too. You couldn’t believe how he could weave such intricate spells with precision and power. With more years of experience, you could see him as a Lieutenant or even a Captain.

But you couldn’t help but resent him for that. You felt left behind. Yet even still, he remained kind to you in these sessions. It made you feel guilty for harboring negative feelings for him.

Today was an especially hard session. The group of shinigami you were trying to train were dismissive of you and whined about wanting Aizen instead. You had to be stern with them, which they didn’t appreciate, but you managed to get them to improve their kido weaving capabilities somewhat.

But it left you exhausted and sensitive.

You mulled over everyone’s comments, complaints and criticisms, trying hard to remember praises and compliments.

“You had a hard group today, but you taught them well.” Aizen’s calm voice pulling you back into reality.

“Thank you.” You murmured, trying hard not to think about it anymore. “They were one of the more challenging groups I had to teach. But it probably would’ve been easy for you, Aizen-san.”

Aizen shook his head in disagreement. “I don’t think so. They wouldn’t listen to my instructions. I’ve met my fair share of people like that, they fawn too much.”

“… must be nice… not everyone can be talented, smart and handsome” you said dryly, putting away mannequins.

Aizen couldn’t help but smirk, “I was wondering when I would get to meet her.”

You gave him a confused look, “meet who?”

“The Haughty Queen of Squad 5.”

You couldn’t help but flinch at the nickname. You hated it, but Aizen continued on.

“I always wondered about it.” He remarked. His gaze felt as if he was inspecting you. “The rumours say that you’re quite unforgiving and cold.”

You sighed, it was… somewhat true, “there’s a bit of truth to that” you mumbled, embarrassed at what you were sharing, “It’s not that I’m unforgiving, but people have a certain… expectation of how I should act when they make a mistake.”

Aizen listened as you continued on.

“Sometimes they want me to comfort them, like a mother would a child. It’s uncomfortable. Other times they think, because of my age and the fact I’m not the captain or lieutenant, they don’t have to listen to me. Then something will happen and they would get angry at me for not preparing them, even if that’s what I was doing before.”

You let out another sigh, “it’s really exhausting. People have strange expectations of me.”

“I see.” Aizen said softly. You didn’t notice how close he was to you until he placed his hand on your shoulder, startling you from your thoughts and feelings. “If it’s any consolation,” he spoke gently, “it’s an unfair expectation for a woman of many talents such as yourself. You’re not obligated to teach them if you don’t want to.”

That’s true, you thought. I really don’t have to do this anymore… but if I want to be a lieutenant, I must be better.

“You’re right, but…” you looked up at him, seeing the concern evident across his face, “if I want to be a Lieutenant, I need to be able to handle people and my emotions better. This will give me the opportunity.”

“Lieutenant? Are you applying to the Fifth Division one?” Aizen asked.

You nodded your head, “it’s still undecided, but I heard Lieutenant Hirako of your division is likely to be the captain.”

“I see…” Aizen’s expression was unreadable. “If you want, I can help you with your application.”

 “You’re truly kind, Aizen-san.” You responded, giving him a tender look, “I really appreciate you listening to me and humouring me on my ideas. I can’t ask more from you.”

“I don’t think I’ll be of much help,” he said, with a sheepish smile, “I think your application will be nearly perfect, but if there’s anything I can do, I will.”

You bit your lip, thinking about it – it certainly wouldn’t hurt? “Ok, I’ll take you up on your offer.”

After training tirelessly with Aizen-san for the past few weeks, you felt confident, yet nervous, for the announcement of the new Captain and Lieutenant for the Fifth Division. You were informed that candidates would be told beforehand if they were selected or not, ahead of the squad themselves, and candidates had a grace period of two weeks to accept or decline the position.

You never mentioned it to Aizen, what Shinji had told you months ago about wanting you to be his Lieutenant. You felt like it would almost jinx it for you, so you kept that small hope to yourself. Your body was tired, you had cut back on your sleep as you trained endlessly to improve your swordsmanship and kido skills. You were proud of yourself for even performing higher level healing spells usually reserved for the fourth division.

And today was the day… you didn’t tell anyone else that you had applied. You received a letter and had it waiting for you in your private quarters. After the long day of tasks and training, you rushed to your room. You held your breath in as you picked it up. You tore it carefully, slipping the piece of paper out of the envelope. Unravelling it, you quickly began to read it:

“Thank you for your interest in the Lieutenant position. Under careful review of all applicants, Captain Hirako Shinji has selected Aizen Sosuke as the Lieutenant for the Fifth Division.”

Your heart felt as if it were being crushed. You read over the letter again. Is this… a prank? A joke?

No, the official insignia of the Fifth Division was evident. You knew exactly what letterhead was being used. This was a clear signature and stamp of Head Captain Yamamoto. This was real.

In the small confines of your room, you cried.

Thanks for reading!!

[blackwolfmanx4]

Happy Birthday, Sōsuke Aizen! 🎉🎂🎁

[demlabs]

happy birthday to the one i love the most

[shinixgami]

THEN 2004

NOW 2024

[hayashiyon]

may 29th' birthday boy!

[kibutsujidemon]

"sooo fucking true"

[mc-makesstuff]

Happy birthday aizen ilysm please dont turn into ashes

also have some aizen plushie pics again wooo

[arabella0001]

bleach men eating you out - part 2

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

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

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

ichigo

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

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

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

“p-please… p-please make me…”

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

byakuya

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

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

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

tōshirō

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

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

“right there?”

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

“t-tōshirō, baby… f-fuck—”

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

renji

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

“renji, c-can you…”

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

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

ishida

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

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

[swan2swan]

The Aizen-Shunsui scenes absolutely rule because this is the first time the two of them can actually be Genuine around each other.

Aizen spent a whole century as a Captain around Shunsui, who probably never fully trusted him but knew he couldn't suspect Aizen of treachery because he'd seen the man walking around innocently with his own eyes. It was his own fault for trusting Urahara, the fiend, he couldn't blame Aizen for that deception.

Meanwhile, Aizen also never got to see the real Shunsui: Kyoraku was always cheerful, drinking, lazing about. I'm sure such sloth and vice disgusted Aizen: a man with so much potential, wasting it. He could be uprooting Soul Society and its pathetic order all by himself, but he chose to waste his time, instead.

And then Shunsui cut down his most prized Espada. He attacked Aizen during his speech. Aizen could have killed him, but instead, he left him wounded, to see and understand his failure...and then Aizen failed himself.

Now, though?

They're both new men. Aizen's dream of changing the world has been snatched away. Shunsui no longer has anyone to do his job for him. There's no way for him to pretend he's anything but a killer, and there's no bravado that Aizen can sufficiently muster, because both of them lack the power to control the outcome of the situation on their own.

They're just Two Dudes right now. Lonely and sad and at the mercy of the other one...so they're honest and open. In that moment, after a century of neither one even sharing a fraction of who they truly are, there's no one they trust more than the other.

[libertastandem]

[kcuf-ad]

Everyone in the Seireitei: running for their lives

Aizen:

What a wonderful day.

[my-my-my]

KINKTOBER DAY 9 - Hate fucking/degradation: Sosuke Aizen x Female Reader x Kisuke Urahara

Summary: Aizen hates you. He hates you so much. It’s why he comes to all your parties, especially the one you’re having tonight, because he hates you so much, you know? He hates your cute smile, your sweet personality, your doting attention to him, and how he thinks about you constantly. He also hates you talking to Urahara Kisuke.

TW: MDNI! Modern AU. Aizen is a tsundere in this, I guess? (not familiar with the -dere types haha). Creepy Aizen, violent thoughts, implied stalking, jealousy, panty stealing, dry humping, dirty talk, hair pulling, rough sex, double penetration (vaginal & anal), denial of feelings.

Word count: 3588

Read on AO3 here.

Aizen hates this.

No, he loathes this.

He sits in your apartment seething, sipping the beer bottle you had given him, as he watches you play the wonderful hostess to Hirako Shinji and Urahara Kisuke (and everyone else).

He hates beer, but he graciously took the bottle you gave him. How could he say no with everyone around, with you batting your disgusting, stunning eyes at him, and telling him it was your favourite brand?

He wanted to pour the bottle over your head instead.

But no, the mild-mannered Aizen Sosuke was polite, kind and gracious. That would be unheard of to everyone.

Except you. You wormed your way under his skin, into his thoughts and his dreams. It was almost as if you knew what would enrage him, trick him into letting his mask slip.

There were other people in your apartment, but he didn't care about them. His eyes were on you alone, as you mingled with everyone. But every so often you would come to check on those two, specifically Urahara. Aizen narrowed his eyes when saw the faintest hint of a blush on your cheeks.

Aizen would also catch you glimpsing at him every so often, but you would quickly turn your head. You played it cool with him. He didn't like that.

He wanted to snap your neck and force you to look at him, but you danced a fine line with him instead.

Every chug of the disgusting beer reinforces how much Aizen doesn’t like you. How he doesn’t like anyone in this room, but especially you.

You wanted to throw a party for the fun of it, claiming you felt like being social, and he was the first person you asked. He frowns at the memory, recalling the way you cutely smiled as you thought of who else to invite (which was everyone he hates), what snacks you serve (foods that revolted him) and what drinks to offer everyone (alcohol that disgusted him). Your idiotic, beautiful smile irritated him. And he agreed to come over.

“Oh maybe I should invite Urahara-san and Hirako-san! That would be fun, wouldn’t it be Sosuke?” You laughed, a grin spreading wide on your ugly, lovely face.

People sit next to him, chattering away and ever the courteous person, Aizen responds. He has a reputation to uphold. He gives a fake chuckle at some inane joke a person, who he doesn’t care for, tries to make.

Another person chats with him as they talk about politics, but it’s too shallow of a conversation for his liking. Aizen hates their opinions and rather smash their face in, but he gives a polite smile and offers a mild oppositional thought. But it goes over the person’s head and Aizen is furious.

Aizen engages with more people at your party. He laughs with them, smiles at them, but he’ll catch you looking at him, a knowing smile on your hideous, angelic face.

It’s why Aizen hates you. You enjoy his presence, especially when he’s alone, away from the fawning and cooing of women and men around him. He hates how fast his mask slips around you. You manage to pull out his cold personality, where’s he’s cruel with his thoughts and feelings towards other people, where he thinks he’s above everyone.

Especially you.

It’s why he excuses himself to go to the bathroom, but instead finds himself in your bedroom. As if he hasn’t been here before.

He hates you so much, which is why he knows where you keep your clothes, your bags and your dirty laundry.  He’s staring at your hamper in disgust as he sees a black, lacy thong. Of course he doesn’t like you, it was earlier today when you bent down to grab your pen in front of him and he saw your pussy covered by the offending fabric. And you gave him that thoughtless, cute smile as if you didn’t flash him. He hates you, that’s why his cock is growing hard.

Aizen picks up the flimsy piece of underwear, seeing light, sticky residue where your pussy would be.

He isn’t doing anything wrong. You deserve this because you had the audacity to invite him over in the first place. He hates you so much, he’ll cover your ugly, sexy thong in his cum.

Aizen lets out a groan as he fists your thong over his cock. His eyebrows are furrowed, thinking about the way your ass was so round and perky, the only thing that would make it perfect were his missing handprints.

He can’t stand you, as he thinks of you finding him like this. How you’d have that stupid, beautiful smile of yours and help him. How you’d politely sit between his legs, licking the tip of his cock. Of course he hates you, it’s why he hisses out your name as his cum covers your thong, as he lays on your neat bed that smells of you.

He stares at the pair of panties in his hand, covered in his cum, as he uses it to wipe his cock clean. Aizen tucks himself in and pulls out his phone, taking a photo of his prize. He doesn’t like you, it’s why he has photos of your cum-covered blue panties, your nude-coloured bra and now your black thong.

He leaves your bedroom as it was before and makes his way to your bathroom. He’s washing his hands, grimacing at the scent of the soap. The scent reminds him of you, sweet and floral, and it infuriates him.

No one bats an eye to Aizen as he enters the room again, picking up a new conversation with someone else he can barely tolerate. He sees you mingling with Urahara again.

One pointless conversation after another, but soon people began to leave your apartment. Aizen is sitting on your couch, drinking another bottle of your favourite, disgusting beer. He watches you giggle and joke around with Urahara, as Hirako excuses himself to leave. You give him a hug, and it’s a bit too tight and too long for Aizen’s liking, but he continues chatting with the random person blathering away next to him, nodding his head to another terrible opinion.

He should have left your place sooner. He should have never come at all. Which is why he’s the last one there as Urahara leaves. Aizen can’t stand you, which is why he’s staring intently as he sees you give Urahara a tighter, longer hug.

The party is over and it’s just you and him. Aizen takes off his fake glasses and glares at you as you hum and clean your apartment. He doesn’t like you, which is why he’s helping you with the trash.

The two of you sit on the couch, and Aizen gets a whiff of your shampoo. It’s pleasant and clean and it bothers him like no other. You sigh and lean next to him, “thanks for coming, Sosuke. I know you don’t like these things.”

Aizen doesn’t say anything as he glares at you, but his body is relaxed as he feels you lay next to him. His hate for you is beginning to make him feel disoriented.

“I have a present for you for being so good today.” You give him a soft smile, and he wants to grab your face. If it were any other person, Aizen expected a bottle of his favourite wine, an actual meal he’d appreciate or a book he’d enjoyed.

Instead, you stand up and slip your hands under your skirt, handing him the lilac panties you were just wearing. Aizen’s eyes are wide as you place it in his hands, as you sit back down next to him, snuggling into his chest.

This is why he hates you. He hates this gift. He hates how you make him feel.

“What is this?” He asks, his tone pointed and laced with venom.

“My underwear. I figured you’d want to keep a pair this time.” You say, a small yawn escaping your lips as if you two were talking about the weather.

Silence echoes the room, as Aizen stares at the panties in his hand, back to you. Your eyes are drooping. You’re too comfortable around him and he’s sick of it.

He rather see you cry over his cock in your mouth, your pussy or your ass.

“You’re an insufferable woman. What makes you think I’d enjoy this?” Aizen sneers, but the grip on your panties is tight, his knuckles are white.

You smile at him, eyes drooping, “Sosuke, I think you know why. Can I watch you cum on them this time?” You cup his face and steal a peck from his lips, leaving him in shock again.

But before you can lay on his chest again, Aizen grabs a fistful of your hair, earning a yelp as he forces your head up. Aizen is furious, his eyes flaring, but you smile, giggling at his reaction.

“You should relax sometimes,” you laugh, but wince as his grip gets tighter in your hair, “you’re so nice, it makes me puke. We both know you don’t give a rat’s ass about most people.” You crudely laugh.

Aizen’s eyes flash again. He thinks about slamming your head against the wall, but brings your face close to his, smashing his lips against yours. Your arms claw at his chest as he nips at your lips, forcing you to open your mouth as you feel his tongue enter.

Then he pulls you away, the hand in your hair gone as you felt the dull pain from your scalp. Aizen’s face is expressionless as he runs a thumb over your disgusting, lovely lips.

“Were you mad I was talking to Kisuke-chan?” You give him a snicker, crawling into his lap. “I’m so sorry Sosuke,” you teased, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his bare chest.

“You’re a vile woman.” Aizen scoffs, pulling your hair again to stop your kisses. You’re being forced to look into his eyes, and he watches in amusement and disgust how gorgeous your eyes are with tears threatening to spill.

You moan into the kiss as you feel Aizen grip your hips and pull you down against his erection. Your bare pussy rubbing against the cloth, adding friction between you. He pulls away from the kiss again, and you whine, “Sosuke, you’re so mean.” You pouted, then gasp as he leans into his seat, your pussy rubbing against his erection again.

Aizen gives you a cruel smirk, “I thought that’s what you wanted, or do you want,” Aizen slightly lifts your hips, “something else?” and slams you against his erection again, earning a loud groan from you. You bite your lip and try to steady yourself against his chest, while Aizen grins at watching you struggle. “Why don’t you show me what you want?” Aizen remarks cruelly, his eyes glinting with danger.

You trail your hands down to his pants, but he stops you, grabbing your wrist and placing them on his chest again, “I didn’t give you permission to do that.” Aizen scolds you, followed by a heavy smack against your ass. You yelp in his lap. “I said show me what you want.”

Your cheeks feel hot as you adjust yourself in his lap again. You shakily lower your hips against the bulge in his pants, the feeling forcing you to moan. Then you feel Aizen’s hands on your hips again, guiding you to a steady rhythm, until you feel your orgasm fast approaching.

You writhe and moan in Aizen’s lap, as your pussy rubs across his cloth-covered erection. Aizen watches in satisfaction at the tears spilling from your eyes as you chase your orgasm. His name echoes across the room as you scream. You clutch his shirt and pant loudly, your breathing shaky and eyes watery from what just happened.

Once you catch your breath, you lift your hips and look down, “oh Sosuke, you made such a mess of your pants.” You coo, reaching down to touch him, only to be shocked that he’s still hard.

Aizen smirks at you, “wasn’t it a dirty slut that just made a mess of my pants? Or is she too cock-hungry to notice what she’s done?” Your cheeks flare red from his insults.

But before you could quip back at him, your phone rang, it was the buzzer to your unit. You quickly grabbed your phone and immediately answered it, while in Aizen’s lap.

Aizen kissed your neckline, squeezing your breasts as you answered the phone. “Oh hi! Yeah, no worries. You can come up right now.” You happily said, earning a frown from Aizen.

He narrowed his eyes, unsure of who was on the other line.

“Don’t you worry, Sosuke! We’ll still have fun, I promise.” You giggle, kissing his cheek.

Then rapt knocks were heard, as you rushed to the door. You peeked through the peephole to make sure it was your guest.

“Hi Kisuke-chan! Come right in, I’ll go grab your stuff.” You smile, pulling him inside.

Aizen fucking hates you.

“Oh, hello Aizen-san. I didn’t know you were still here.” Kisuke sheepishly laughed, noticing the disheveled look on both him and you.

You appeared with his unopened sake box, “here you go!” You said, smiling brightly at him. You leaned into him, and whispered into his ear, “but you’re more than happy to stay. We’re just about to have some fun.” You teased, before beaming at Aizen.

“I don’t want to intrude or impose.” Kisuke smiled back, “but if the hostess insists…” leaning down to give you a kiss.

Aizen stares coldly as you pull Kisuke to the seat next to him. “Oh Kisuke-chan, you’ll have to forgive me.” You pout, “Sosuke-kun gets a bit jealous.”

The two of them watch you crawl to the ground, finding yourself between Sosuke’s spread legs. With no hesitation, you pull his stiff cock from his pants, precum dripping down his shaft. You look up at him as you swallow his tip, savouring his taste. Sosuke stifles a groan, but leans back into his seat, his fingers threading your hair once again. You moan softly around him then pull yourself away, lapping at his cock as your hand replaces your mouth.

“Sosuke-kun, it’s ok to share.” You tease again, your other hand on Kisuke’s thigh. Kisuke wastes no time and pulls his erection, sliding his hand up and down before you grab it in your other hand. You fist both cocks, taking turns to taste each one.

You soon find yourself bobbing your head on Kisuke’s cock. You run your tongue over the veins of his shaft, not noticing Sosuke left his seat.

Until he licks your slick cunt. He laps at your clit in fervor, pumping two fingers inside you. As if he were a starving man, eagerly lapping at your cunt. The lewd sound fills your ears as you continue to suck on Kisuke’s heavy cock. You gasped loudly once Sosuke pushes his cock into your weeping cunt. You pull your mouth away, moaning loudly, before Kisuke taps your face with his cock. Sosuke bends down to your ear, pounding away at your pussy, “dirty slut, finish what you started.” He sneers, pushing your head back into Kisuke’s cock.

Kisuke smirks down at you as you struggle to fit him with Sosuke thrusting behind you. Before you know it, Kisuke’s slamming his cock down your throat as Sosuke relentlessly fucks your pussy, slapping your ass along the way. You whine and cry as the two men use your body as they see fit.

Kisuke pulls his cock out of your mouth, saliva dribbling down your chin and his cock. A sharp cry escapes your lips as Sosuke rubs your clit, forcing another orgasm out of you. The sound is obscene in your living room, as your pussy clenches tightly around him.

Then he pulls out and sits back on the couch. His cock standing erect, covered in your glistening juices. Sosuke pulls out a condom and slides it over his shaft, before throwing another one to Kisuke.

“I have a present for you,” Sosuke smirks, “but only if you sit here.” He says, pointing to his cock. Your eyes widen, your pussy clenching as you make your way into his lap, but he forces your back to him. You stare at Kisuke, as he slides the condom over his own cock. You begin to pant as Sosuke grabs your thighs and forces them apart, lining his cock with your ass. Your puckered hole inches away from his tip.

Your pussy was soaking wet that your juices covered your puckered hole. You inhaled harshly as Sosuke pushes his cock inside your ass. The burn was a new sensation, but he took care to rub your pussy, distracting you before he was fully inside you.

You moaned at the unusual feeling, your pussy aching to be filled. Kisuke watched in amusement, “did you get your fill? Or is that not enough for you?” He teased, a cheshire grin appearing on his face.

You bit your lip and spread your pussy lips for him, “there’s still room for one more” you murmur, circling your pussy. Sosuke started to thrust into your ass, moans bubbling out of you, “Sosuke-kun needs to learn how to share tonight.” You tease.

Kisuke laughs, “I’m happy to oblige.” Kisuke bends down to your pussy, pressing his face as he licks away, sucking on your clit as he circles a finger around your entrance. Unlike Sosuke, Kisuke’s taking his time with your pussy. The swipes of his tongue are long, but gentle, as if you were a meal he was savouring. You tug on Kisuke’s hair as another orgasm approaches, your pussy throbbing from the sensation of Sosuke’s cock buried in your ass, and the gentle touches of Kisuke’s mouth. But before you could beg for more, Kisuke gently cups your face and kisses you, his cock pushing into your pussy. The feeling was different than Sosuke’s, but you felt so full. Both men stayed still, letting you get adjusted to the feeling of both their cocks.

But Sosuke was impatient, he doesn’t want you to get familiar to the feeling and slams his hips into you. He bites your ear and shoulder, and any part of your exposed body. Kisuke kisses you in return, as he increases his pace in your sore cunt.

The feeling’s too much though, and tears spill from your eyes as your body loses itself from the pleasure. Kisuke feasts on your breasts, while Sosuke reaches to your clit and rubs it gently. You writhe in between them, chasing your orgasm.

You clench your pussy as Sosuke rubs your clit faster and harder, Kisuke’s thrusts matching Sosuke’s pace. “She has such a tight pussy, Aizen-san. No wonder you don’t want to share.”

Sosuke glares at Kisuke but says nothing.

“I c-can’t.” You babble, another orgasm fast approaching. You whine at how full they make you feel, before you cum again. Kisuke’s thrusts become more erratic, matching Sosuke’s intensity, before they both cum inside you.

Kisuke is the first to pull out, kissing you gently on the lips. Sosuke’s softening cock is still in your ass, as you squirm in his lap. You watch Kisuke tuck himself away and put back his clothes. He throws away the condom and grabs his belongings.

“Have a good night’s sleep, you two!” Kisuke beams cheerfully, waving goodbye, as if he didn’t fuck your pussy sore.

It was just the two of you now. Sosuke kisses all the bite marks he left on your body. You can’t help but wince as Sosuke pulls himself out of you. Your ass is sore from him fucking you silly and the spanking he gave earlier. You laid on the couch as Aizen got up, pulling the condom off his soft cock. “Sosuke-kun, don’t leave please.” You whined, your body completely sore from what just happened.

Sosuke stares down at you and holds the used condom over you. His cooling cum drops all over your face. Sosuke hates you and thoroughly enjoys rubbing cum into your skin. He can't stand how you look beautiful with his cum all over you.

“I’ll stay.” He says softly, scooping you into his arms. He doesn't like you, but relishes that you asked him to stay instead of Kisuke. He carries you to your bedroom and tucks you in.

“Did you and Urahara plan this out before?” Sosuke asked, in denial that he had a threesome with two people he disliked. He finds it disgusting how cute you look when you’re sleepy.

Yawns escape your mouth as you lie next to him, not registering his question. “Thank you for tonight, Sosuke” you say, sleep lacing your words, “I’ve never tried anal before.” You murmured, “I’m glad it was with you though.” Sosuke’s shocked by your words, but a small part of him reels in the fact that he was your first, not Kisuke.

“Were you planning this from the start? Have you fucked Kisuke before?” Sosuke asked, narrowing his eyes at how… easy it was to get him to fuck you.

Sosuke glared as you pulled him closer to you. You yawned loudly again and snuggled into his chest, “you think too much, Sosuke. I’m yours, nothing’s gonna change that.”

Sosuke sighs in annoyance, “I hate you so much, you insufferable minx.” But you’re already asleep. Sosuke can’t stand you but has the best night’s sleep with you in his arms.

PHEW. WOW. Didn't expect to write this one today, but here we are!! The title on AO3 comes from Sex Schön vs Sam Amant - Psycho Bitch (TW youtube link contains blood/injury!).

[scariusaquarius]

devotion.

Sosuke Aizen x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: You and Orihime are abducted and taken to Hueco Mundo. While Orihime's purpose is clear, your purpose seems to be more...personal

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A/n: a bleach fic??? of course! I just got done rewatching Bleach and FINALLY got to Thousand Year Blood War (i'm on episode 4, NO SPOILERS PLEASEEE) and EVERYONE is serving cunt and dick. Here's an aizen (with grimmjow sprinkles) fic

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Genre: Horror, Angst, Friendship, Romance Rated: explicit Warning: Humiliation, Dubcon/Noncon, Oral Sex (male giving/receiving, female giving/receiving), Forced Exhibitionism, Forced Voyeurism

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Author: ScariusAquarius

His eyes were squinted as he stared, his gaze calculating and scrutinizing as you stood before him. His body language was lazy and candid as he rested his chin on his hand; uncaring of you and your being as you attempted to still your shaking. Like a cat, his brown eyes were zeroed in on you; watching your every move from the slightest tremble to the subtle way your throat was clenching as you held your breath.

"You must be so afraid...knowing who it is that is right in front of you."

Truthfully, you didn't know his name. You weren't kept in the loop of what was going on with your friends nor why Orihime had disappeared suddenly, but from the way everyone would quiet down when you would come around; especially Ichigo...you were certain it was all because of this man.

This terrifying man who had your body feeling so heavy, you almost couldn't bear to keep standing. This man who had your heart wanting to burst within your chest and the pressure in your head to crush your brain.

You wanted to reply; to tell him that you didn't know him nor why you were here, but you couldn't even speak. Not with the blue-haired man with the weird mask and a hole in his abdomen holding onto your shoulder so tightly that it felt like he was crushing you.

"Hey, he's talking to you."

The blue-haired man was ruthless. When he had appeared in front of you before your kidnapping, you had almost thought that he had always been there and you just didn't notice. You had continued walking until suddenly, there was this heavy pressure that was familiar yet brutal, unlike the way your friends' auras felt.

Your whole body had stopped moving; knees crumbling in the middle of the sidewalk and chest feeling as though it was caving in. Then, there was a hand tangling itself around your throat, and you were being lifted, blue eyes cruelly amused at the way you choked and struggled to breathe.

"You don't even have enough spiritual pressure to be important," he had said. "you're not even worth keeping alive, but whatever." and suddenly, you were here in this dark and desolated place; cold and barren of any light. At least, that's what you thought had happened.

Everything had been a blur after the blue-haired man had simply flicked your forehead and knocked you unconscious.

You knew these people around you were dangerous and, to be frank, not normal. You weren't sure what was going on or what these people wanted from you, and you couldn't help but to be speechless from the fear running through you.

The blue-haired man gripped your shoulder tighter, and you couldn't help but to yelp in pain from his grip as it suddenly heated up. Red light was glowing from beneath his hand, scorching your skin and burning your flesh as he yelled.

"Hey, what are you, deaf? Didn't you fucking hear me?"

"Easy, Grimmjow."

The light dissipated instantly, but his crushing grip never wavered. Tears spilled past your eyes and down your chilled cheeks, unable to look away from the ground as the brown-haired man who was sitting so uncaringly spoke; his voice calm and...almost soothing.

"We don't want to scare her now, do we?"

Grimmjow, as you had learned, just clicked his tongue and turned his gaze away from the man, saying nothing. The frightening man spoke again.

"It's not nice to not look at someone when they are speaking to you."

His tone was...almost soft; but you knew when a wolf was in sheeps clothing. You knew that whoever this man was...he could kill you or let Grimmjow kill you if he wanted to. Quite honestly, he probably was planning to do so...would being obedient prolong your life enough for someone, anybody, to save you?

You shakily glanced up at him, his cupid lips curled up into a small smirk as he spoke.

"Aw, you've made her cry, Grimmjow."

"Tch, weak bitch."

The man uttered beneath his breath, his grip on your shoulder tightening more, and you couldn't help it when more tears fell down your cheeks. The man chuckled for a moment before he acknowledgd.

"I'm sure you have so many questions...why are you here...who are you...what does this man want from me...where am I....am I right?"

To avoid having your shoulder burned again, you replied shakily, too afraid to speak above a whisper.

"Y-Yes..."

The man chuckled and placed his hand down against the arm rest of the chair. There was a moment, however, when a slight breeze kissed your face and you couldn't help but to blink. Within that second, the man was in front of you, your chin in his grip and making you look up at him.

What just happened? How did he do that? I...I didn't even look away from him...all I did was blink...what's going on...who is this man?

"You have a right to be afraid...in fact, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Even though you barely have any spiritual pressure, you can still stand up on your own two feet. That's no easy task when in the presence of so many powerful beings."

You couldn't look away from him no matter how much you wished to. You were frozen in shock and from the sheer amount of weight that was on your shoulders, inlcuding Grimmjow's grip.

"I do wonder what it is about you that had your friends trying very hard to protect you. Are you special like Orihime Inoue? Do you have extraordinary abilities as well? Or is it that Ichigo Kurosaki cares about you more than anything else?"

Your heart was racing, pounding within your chest, and you whispered to him shakily as he seemed to look you over; his gaze making you feel almost violated as the man gazed at and through you.

"I...I don't know...what you mean."

His eyes narrowed just the slightest, and it was quiet for a moment before he chuckled.

"How cruel of Ichigo to not warn you nor tell you about anything. I wonder if he truly does care about you...I mean, don't you think it's unfair that he kept you in the dark about what he is and what he does?"

Suddenly, the man let your chin go to cup your cheek, his hand warm and almost inviting as his voice deepened just the slightest.

"Don't you think it's wrong that Ichigo disregarded your feelings and kept you away? He might as well had given you to me himself.."

"I...I don't understand...who...who are you?"

The man hummed, tilting his head just the slightest as a chuckle rumbled from deep within his belly as he played with a piece of your hair.

"My, where are my manners? I can't help but to lose my tact when in the presence of women. My apologies...my name is Sosuke Aizen."

There was something familiar about the name; something that was itching at the edges of your consciousness, and while you couldn't comprehend what it was, this man...Aizen...seemed to know.

"Hm. How interesting...tell me, do you think Ichigo Kurosaki would be devastated by your death?"

Blood running cold, you couldn't formulate a thought as Aizen ghosted his fingertips down the side of your neck and to your sternum, dancing his fingertips against the chilled skin.

"Do you think he would be so overcome with despair that he would become reckless...desperate...to try and kill me?"

He was digging his fingers into your skin; almost as if he was trying to bury his hand within your chest, and you replied shakily.

"I...Ichigo cares about....all of his friends. I...I wouldn't be any different to Orihime...or Chad...Uryuu...or Rukia."

Aizen's eyes were empty, you observed as you looked at him. Not empty in terms of stupidity or boredom for your words...they were empty of light and compassion...or anything that could be considered good. Evil and danger oozed off of this man just like the crushing spiritual pressure he continued to let off so that you, a measly human with a weak amount of spiritual pressure, knew your place.

He could absolutely kill you with no second-thought, and that was what scared you.

"So, you're saying that...you're useless to me?"

There was intention and purpose now within his fingers, his eyes becoming uncaring as he leaned back just the slightest, and you panicked.

"No! No, I...I'm not! Please...please don't hurt me...or...or kill me...I...I can...I can be of use, I swear!"

Aizen's lips smirked slightly as someone within the room laughed.

"Listen to that whining and begging! I say we just kill her and leave her out front for Kurosaki to find!"

Grimmjow hummed, saying as he leaned forward, making you glance at him from the corner of your eye as you began to spiral.

"Nah, I say we rip her into pieces and leave a trail. That'll get Kurosaki pissed!"

His hand was heating up again, and you were about to scream from the terror until a voice cut through, making everyone quiet.

"That's not necessary. While they are trash, keeping Orihime Inoue and (Y/n) (L/n) alive is beneficial to Lord Aizen's cause. Until Lord Aizen gives the order, we are not to touch them."

The largest man in the room who had his chin in his hand scoffed.

"You're no fun, Ulquiorra. When are you gonna ever stop having such a stick up your ass?"

The man with the green eyes and tears did not respond, and Aizen hummed gently.

"How does it make you feel...hearing the different ways you could be killed? It's okay, you can be honest."

You were trembling again, and you couldn't help but to sniffle and whisper.

"I...I'm scared."

Aizen chuckled before his hand came up to your neck, gently grasping though you knew it was to give you a false sense of security.

"Such a poor, pathetic girl...I think I know what I want to do with you. I can take it from here, Grimmjow. Thank you."

Grimmjow was hesitant to unhand your shoulder, but shoved himself off and walked somewhere to sit; his steps echoing all around the room and deep into your mind; each step making you flinch. Aizen began to walk around you, and he murmured.

"Make no mistake: I know you are the most important person in Ichigo's life at this moment. I know that he is coming to save you and Orihime Inoue...and that is going to be his downfall."

You were holding your breath, unable to speak as Aizen continued.

"He will come here, and he will be annihilated...along with the rest of your friends. It's quite unfortunate that he didn't tell you about your impending doom...but to be honest, it makes it more fun for me."

He seemed to be observing you, looking at you from head-to-toe and dissecting you as if you were a specimen; picking you apart from the very last sinew.

A monster on the prowl.

Oh, god, what was he going to do to you?

You jolted at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your hair, tucking behind your ear and subtly caressing the skin with his fingertips; sending shivers down your spine.

"Does he know?"

His question caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but to look over at him in confusion; unknowing of what the man was implying.

"What...what do you mean?"

Aizen chuckled before leaning in slightly; just enough that your noses were almost touching.

"Does he know that you love him?"

Heat ran up your neck from the embarrassment, and you couldn't help but to exclaim.

"What? I don't have feelings for Ichigo! Sure, he's my friend...but I...I don't like him like that!"

Aizen chuckled and your shoulders caved in again, attempting to make yourself smaller.

"Oh? You seem so embarrassed."

He was taking the detail to heart, mulling over it, and you weren't sure if you were supposed to speak or to stay quiet. Aizen walked behind you, and you froze when both of his hands came to rest upon your shoulders.

"Quite frankly, it doesn't matter. You won't be leaving this room alive unless I say so...and I haven't been given a good reason to keep you alive...except for one."

There was a slight bit of hope that ran through you; a glimmer of safety that was squashed instantly by the way his hands gripped your shirt and tore it open.

You gasped and yelped, reaching your arms across your chest, and you could feel everyone's anticipatory gaze upon you. Fear and humiliation ran through you, and you were horrified when Aizen sighed.

"Grimmjow, would you like to assist me?"

Grimmjow's eyes opened wide, a huge sneer upon his cruel lips as he walked towards you.

"Oh, absolutely."

Your body began to tremble; frozen with shock the closer the man got until he was standing before you, and his hands shot out and wrenched your arms from your chest, making you screech. You tried to back away from Grimmjow, but instead, you were blocked by Aizen's own chest; his chuckle reverbing into your ear.

"How would Kurosaki react if he knew that the one he loved the most was made impure, hm? I think he'd be devasted....angry, even. I think he might even become reckless."

"Doesn't fucking matter. We'll still crush that bastard either way!"

Grimmjow responded, and you began to struggle slightly as Aizen began to peel away the remnants of your shirt, threads and buttons coming undone until you were shirtless and only in your bra. You were breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating and becoming lightheaded. However, there was another part of you that was afraid to even pass out.

You froze when you felt a blade against your back, Aizen resting his chin against your

shoulder as his voice whispered into your ear dangerously.

"I could run my blade right through you...and kill you without any second thought...but that would be such a waste, wouldn't it?"

You could feel the panic clenching your throat, your voice unable to come out as the tip of his blade glided up your back before slocing your bra into pieces. You began to struggle then, feeling humiliated and terrified as you tried to pull yourself from Grimmjow's grasp. Tears began to fall down your face as Aizen said, his tone of voice demanding and nothing short of an order.

"Beg for your life...give my Espada a reason why I should spare you...why you deserve to live. What can you offer to me that will be of value?"

Your voice refused to come out; throat clenched shut, and Aizen clicked his tongue.

"Perhaps, you need more encouragement. Grimmjow, restrain her from behind, would you?"

Grimmjow looked annoyed that he couldn't ogle at your naked chest and huffed, yanking your arms behind you and forcing you to push your chest out slightly as he held you with no remorse.

"Go on. Beg."

Despite his gaze becoming cruel and taunting you, his voice continued to sound suave and uncaring. Almost as if your suffering was a game to him.

You could feel all of their scrutinizing and hungry gazes on you; all the ones that cared, anyway. You weren't sure if these people, these...things...wanted to be a part of Aizen's game or straight-up eat you.

Both thoughts scared you.

"P-please...please stop...this is wrong!"

Grimmjow scoffed before switching from holding both of your arms with each hand to clamping down on both of your wrists with one hand so he could reach and brutally manhandle your breast. You screamed, Grimmjow's touch unforgiving as he sneered.

"You call that begging? What a pathetic fucking bitch. I've heard weaker beings beg better than that! Don't hold out on us!"

He was squeezing hard, painful and making you squirm and fight within his grasp. Grimmjow was already irritated, but he paused when Aizen held up a hand.

"Now, now, Grimmjow. Let's not resort to violence so soon. She's never been touched like this before...poor girl has no idea how to beg properly. So, why don't we show her how...in good faith that if she tries her best, maybe I'll let her see Kurosaki one last time."

Lies. You knew it was lies. This man had no ounce of compassion in him. Evil oozed from every part of his being, and there was no guarantee that you were going to get out of this alive.

He was toying with your life as if it was a game.

You froze when Aizen placed his hand upon your cheek gently, leaning down slightly until his nose was brushing against yours.

"If you bite...if you try to fight back in any way...I will string you up in front of Las Noches in pieces...after I have torn apart your friends. Now, on your knees."

You wondered if it would be the best route. You wondered briefly if death would be better than this...than whatever Aizen, and possibly Grimmjow, were going to do to you. An image of Ichigo popped into your mind, and you clenched your jaw slightly as you tried to keep from sobbing.

I have to stay strong for Ichigo and believe that he will save me!

"On your knees!"

Grimmjow kicked the back of your knees, making you yell out from pain and surprise as you fell; smacking into the ground hard in front of Aizen. Aizen moved back to sit upon his throne, and he beckoned you with a finger.

"Come here. Undo them."

You didn't have to be a genius to understand what Aizen was referring to.

But how were you supposed to undo his pants without the use of your hands?

How fucking humiliating and perverse.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you bit your lip and leaned down. Maybe, if you imagined that it was Ichigo, it would make things easier. Maybe, if you imagined it was Ichigo's hakamas that you were undoing with your teeth, you wouldn't be so scared.

It's not Grimmjow behind you, but perhaps Renji...keeping a firm grip and pressing his hard cock against your asscheeks as you got Ichigo's cock free.

Aizen's voice broke the daydream once his hard cock was sprung free from his hakamas, and you felt your stomach drop when Aizen teased his fingers beneath your chin.

"Now...beg."

Suddenly, there were fingers digging into your scalp, making you gasp in pain, Grimmjow's overwhelming and terrifying presence pushing against you as he hissed in macabre delight.

"What are you waiting for, little girl? If you don't get to suckin, maybe I'll have to really ruin you for Kurosaki."

Aizen's grip became harsh, digging in enough to the point that you couldn't close your mouth on your own, and Grimmjow pushed your head down, forcing you to swallow Aizen down.

You had never done anything like this to anybody. Hell, while you had a general idea of what a penis looked like thanks to your perverted friend, Chizuru Honsho, you had never actually seen one. You were a virgin through-and-through. Hadn't even had your first kiss yet, and here you were...being forced to suck the cock of the most evilest man in the whole world.

He was salty, bitter, and the size and way you were being forced all the way down until he was stretching your throat and making you gag had tears running down your face. Aizen made no expression nor gave any indication of what he was feeling. In fact, he looked completely nonchalant when you glanced up at him in a moment of panic, and he sighed for a second when you began to gag vigorously.

"Grimmjow, if you hold her down any longer, you're going to make her vomit. I really don't want that."

There was an underlying threat within his voice that had Grimmjow freeze in place before pulling you back up wordlessly. You coughed, saliva running down your chin, and Aizen hummed.

"I can take it from here. Why don't you get her prepared for me? I think it'd be a nice reward for you."

Grimmjow laughed, and you weren't sure if you liked what Aizen was implying. Suddenly, you felt Grimmjow grab a tight hold of your skirt and yank as hard as he could, tearing your skirt straight off. You screamed out, and Grimmjow exclaimed, smacking you in the back of your head as he tightened his grip on your wrists.

"Oi, quit your whining, woman! I think you'll like this next part."

Your attention was commanded back to Aizen, his fingers sliding against the back of your head and guiding you back.

"Now, now. Don't take your focus off of me...it might mean your death. When I said to beg, I wasn't asking."

With no hesitation, he shoved you back down, forcing his cock down your throat again, and you whimpered slightly, gagging and feeling your abdomen tighten as you did so. You pulled back up, and Aizen pushed you back down.

"Just like that, but with suction. Poor girl, you've truly never been touched. A pure and innocent soul...destroyed and conquered like the rest."

There were fingers touching your legs and hips, running all along the globe of your ass before smacking harshly. Your jaw clenched slightly, teeth grazing Aizen's shaft, and the man hummed in distaste.

"Have some self-control. I would rather not kill you while my cock is in your mouth."

You were beginning to shake, almost too weak to hold yourself up, and you almost kicked your foot back when you felt Grimmjow's nose dig into your panties, sniffing deeply.

"Gods, you ain't ever had no man here before, huh. I can smell how sweet your fucking cunt is."

Aizen chuckled then, saying with an air of haughtiness.

"And that belongs to me now, Grimmjow. Don't get too ahead of yourself. I just want you to get her ready for me."

Grimmjow made a noise of displeasure before hissing quietly to himself.

"Whatever."

Your panties were torn apart, and when you went to scream, Aizen shoved your head all the way down until your nose was pressed against his skin, gagging and panicking from how deep in your throat his cock was.

"None of that. It's quite distracting."

Suddenly, there was something wet and warm against your skin, tingles and terror running down your spine as Grimmjow's big hands anchored on either side of your hips and forced you down onto his face. He was lapping at you and groaning, tonguing at your clit and making your body try to squirm.

The sensations he was forcing upon you were strange, foreign, and slightly tickled. You weren't exactly sure how to describe it other than spine-tingling. He was lapping at you desperately, suckling and groaning noisily, and you squeezed your eyes shut tightly.

It was a torturous rhythm. Up and down, in and out; breathing and not breathing. You were a cauldron of emotions and sensations that were overwhelming you to the point that you were beginning to feel light-headed and nauseous. Your eyes fluttered slightly, and it seemed that Aizen knew what was happening.

He was ever-present and ever-observant; taking in every little detail down to the way you blinked. Pulling your head up off of him, he hummed.

"Grimmjow, that's enough."

Grimmjow was hesitant at first, his licking and suckling becoming slower for a moment, and Aizen sighed.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Grimmjow was slow to get out from beneath you, wiping his mouth, and he snarled out to Aizen; seeming to be running on pure instinct as he glared at Aizen with dilated eyes.

"Selfish prick..."

Aizen just hummed before he pulled you off of his cock, his brown eyes gleaming with nefarious and fiendish ideas.

"Let's get you prepared for your reunion with Kurosaki."

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Mayuri is testing a new ‘toy’ while he gags you up and ties you down with thick ropes that will certainly leave bruises later but that is the least of your concern.

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Aizen is kissing down your tired body while you unwind after a long, stressful day. Speaking sweet poetry, encouraging you to release all over his tongue.

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