#behind aizen eye

[avery-av-raw]

just a massage, ok

i remembered about bleach.... aaaand yeah, Szaelaporro is so horny

[soulless-bleach]

I love him your honor

[keikakudori]

"Sōsu---" No, he should address him politely. Though the other is younger, he is his superior officer here. "Aizen-sama? How would you feel about giving the Arrancar some education." He'd like to teach them how to read and write at the very least, but he won't do it without Sōsuke's permission and blessing.

❝ Education? ❞

The word came out about a laugh of sorts, brown eyes flickering with amusement. How swiftly the words brought to mind a vision of one of the rooms of Las Noches being converted to a proper lecture hall, of trying to picture Nnoitra sitting at a desk with legs bent too high up, of Grimmjow being there, Barragan --... well, that was a rather entertaining image but he shook his head after a moment.

❝ I won't stop you from making such an attempt, but I doubt that you'll get anywhere, particularly with the more combative ones. Of course, the lesser Arrancar may agree to it, but I will tell you not to try to force them into such a position; I'd rather not have to see walls being repaired. ❞

The Numeros may have no interest nor care in such things, beasts such as they were. But he would not halt the idea. No, he rather thought only a scant few would show any interest in learning to do such things. Of course, depending on how much they remember of their humanity, it could perhaps be a moot point.

[thepretentiousrizzmaster]

Just imagine

Posted on 05. 11. 23

18+ content ahead

"Oh god." You moaned as his thick cock was in you. And that's what he needs to hear, without a second thought he started bullying his dick in you. Oh, he absolutely loved this. He always lost his mind whenever you begged him to ruin you. He was moving inside of you at an animalistic pace. The only thing in his mind was to reach his climax, and bring you to yours in the process. He himself was an utter mess, morning, whimpering and almost tearing up from the overstimulation. But he didn't want to stop. He never wanted to stop. If he could he would be inside you all the fucking time, but he had business to take care of. So whenever he was blessed to be inside you, he savoured every damn moment.

Your rolled eyes behind and your toes curled. That's it you were there once again thanks to this crazy bastard, who was obsessed with your pussy. You could feel him twitching in you. He was there so were you. His pace increased. He was too lost in the feeling of your slopping warmth around his cock. His moans and loud grunts outmatched your screams and the sound of your skin against each other. "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck daddy. Too much I can't." " A little more darling, a bit…" And, as your inner walls clamp down onto him, your tears falling on your face as a strained moan leave your lips. Oh, how divine it feels when you finally cum together, after all those rough strokes, stimulating you so perfectly in ways that you could never imagine, building up to that perfect moment again and again, both of you moaning like a mess as he fills you up as if you were his personal flesh light.

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[aiizenn]

men who would walk into a shop and shamelessly buy you lingerie only to tear it right off you that night. “w-wait daddy, you just bought this…” you gasped. “it’s okay baby, plenty more where that came from.” he replied. his large hands manhandling you to the large window, giving a clear view of the city lights. a party is seen on the rooftop of the front building a few floors down. your whole body fully displayed for them to see at any moment.

“say, why don’t we give them a show, hmm?” he whispers into your ear. your hole clench’s at the thought of strangers watching you being fucked dumb. his right hand plays with your breast, while giving kisses down your back—causing moans to escape your lips. his palm spanking your left cheek, leaving a sting. “nngh, they’re going to see...please” you feel his hands spreading your cheeks and not wasting any second, he thrusts into you. his cock going in and out with no mercy, his pelvis slapping against your ass. the tight grip on your waist make your hands form into a fist against the window. with every thrust, your body is pushed against the large glass, your breasts coming in contact with the cold material. “oh yeah? let them, let them see just how cute you look when you’re a struggling, desperate mess.” he groans, pulling your hair, causing your back to make a sinful arch.

“will you look at that? they’re gawking at you, princess.” you look down, and you’re met with eyes of total strangers filled with hunger. many in which palm themselves as they watch the man behind you ruin your tiny hole. the amount of attention you received added to the coil in your stomach, becoming too much to handle. “who’s a nice little slut? let me hear you.” “me daddy, it’s me.” “then be a good girl and give them something to jerk off to.” and with that you gush, your liquids hitting the glass in front of you, nonstop. his fingers landing on your drenched folds, pressing down on the nub, causing your juices to go everywhere. “what a fucking mess you are.” grabbing your face and inserting his tongue in your mouth. “how about we take this out to the balcony and give them a better view, yeah?“

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[gallusrostromegalus]

You can lay blame for this second ask at @hoifne 's feet, I saw their comment on the post and had to:

How did folks react to the moon landing?

"You're ready? No Big Regrets?" Renji asks. He always asks. He'd done hundreds of Konso rituals now that he was doing his mandatory tour of duty in the living world, but he never wants them to feel 'routine', so he talks to the ghosts. Hypes them up a bit for the afterlife, tries to keep his heart in it.

Especially when it's a kid.

"Well, it's not really a big deal..." The ghost Suichi considers. He was maybe ten or eleven years old. Thick prescription glasses, face round with puppy fat, very loved. Love won't stop a freak electrical accident though. Young Suichi is handling his sudden departure really well, all things considered, so maybe love does stop despair. "-but its a bit of a shame that if there's no TV in the afterlife, I won't be able to watch the moon landing."

"Yeah, we're a bit behind the times, but I'm sure one of the mad geniuses in the 12th will invent one sooner than late-" Renji grins ruffling the boy's hair before the rest of the sentence registers. "-The What Landing?"

"The Moon Landing!" Suichi lights up with excitement. "They just launched the rocket yesterday! But in just three days, man will walk on the moon!"

"...The Moon?" Renji blinks, bewildered.

"Yeah!"

Renji points up over his shoulder into the sky, gripping the boy's shoulder, eyes wide. "THE MOON IN THE FUCKING SKY?"

---

The lights of the Fifth division offices reflect blankly off of Captain Aizen's glasses as he attempts to process the news. He is entirely still, save for his eyebrows which are writhing like overcaffienated caterpillars, unable to settle on an emotion to convey.

"The Moon?" Lieutenant Ichimaru squints at Renji even harder than usual, pointing up out the window behind him. "The Moon in the fucking sky?"

"Yeah!" Renji spread his hands. "I didn't believe it either but the humans have managed to work out some neat trick with the way the world turns to like, throw the spaceship like a slingshot..?" he tried to explain.

"So, so there's three guys in a boat-" Captain Aizen tried again, reaching up under his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.

"It's really more like a sealed metal tube, but they call it a Space Ship because it does sorta sail through space..." Renji tried to explain, holding up the newspaper from the living world he'd brought back to substantiate his claims and also provide helpful images to explain what was happening.

"So there's three guys in a metal tube and they... threw it into the sky so hard that instead of falling it started flying instead?" Aizen tried. "How do they even throw something that hard without Kido?"

"So the men are up in this little itty bitty bit at the top that looks like a cap on a vaccine needle-" Renji pointed at the image of the Apollo 11 rocket. "-All the rest of this is the uh. enormous amount of extremely coordinated high explosives they used to launch it. The. The whole thing is like... It's a little over three hundred fifty shaku and only 12 shaku of that is where the humans are. The rest is um. Air they smooshed so hard it became liquid and then they set that on fire and look at the picture you can see the kaboom!" Renji tried to explain, pushing the paper across Aizen's desk for his captain to read.

Aizen certainly pointed his face at the image and accompanying article, but 'read' may have been a bit beyond him at the moment.

"Oh, is that all it took?" Ichimaru hummed with interest. "Well fuck, why haven't we done that?"

"Oh yes, how very silly that the humans have beaten us at the trifling matter of FLINGING OURSELVES INTO SPACE, WHAT THE *HELL* ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ICHIMARU??" Aizen objected.

"Well like. Idea's sound. Moon goes around the earth, so a smaller thing should too. And we can absolutely make a sealed metal container and kaboom bigger than that." Gin shrugged, as though this were plainly obvious. "Betchya the clown that runs the twelfth has the stuff laying around- we got a meeting with him later today anyway, why not ask?"

"Oh sure, that's a great Idea!" Aizen beamed. "Why hello Kurotsuchi-taicho, curious news from the human world- do you think you could spare a few parts and several tons of explosives to send some guys for a stroll on the moon?"

There was a moment of silence where Renji and Gin shared an awkward glance (or at least, Renji gave meaningful look to the narrow slits where his lieutenant-commander's eyes theoretically were).

"...he'd agree to that in a heartbeat, if he hasn't started work on his own Spaceboat already." Aizen groaned.

---

"No." Grunted Mayuri.

"No? Why not?" Aizen asked, head cocked to the side like a confused spaniel.

"Look, what the old man doesn't know about budget expenditures won't hurt him!" Gin smiled encouragingly. "Think of all the scientific data you'd get to research!"

"What the old man finds out about budget expenditures after the fact can and will hurt me." Mayuri growled. "It's not cookie money, kitting an expedition to the living world to engineer a spaceship with atomic matter instead of Reishi- No, much more efficient to let the humans do it for us and poach the date from them."

"...Why would we need to go to the Living world?" Aizen blinked, confused. "I can see the moon from the window right here?" Aizen pointed out the window of Kurotsuchi's office.

"What? That moon? You can't go to that moon!" The clownish chemical engineer cackled."

Aizen and Ichimaru stared at him blankly.

"Is. Is the moon here different than the one in the living world?" Aizen asked, bewildered.

"Different? It doesn't exist!" Mayuri laughed, waving his hand at them.

Aizen and Ichimaru stared at him, then leaned back in their seats, looking out the window at the moon, which still looked as physical and present as it ever did.

"...Oh don't tell me you didn't know." Mayuri frowned, pouting. "No, spirit world doesn't have a moon. The thing up in the sky is a Tulpa- there's a "moon" because everyone who comes to spirit world thinks there should be one, and there's so much ambient spiritual energy even weak souls can exert some force on the nature of reality and when millions of them are all certain there should be a moon, a moon manifests. Or at least, a thing that looks like a moon. Doesn't act like one, changes size and skips around it's phases all the time and if it really were a round object in space, that's NOT what a crescent moon would look like."

Aizen and Ichimaru looked back out the window at the "Moon", whose crescent arced a full three quarters of the alleged satellite's circumference.

"Seriously? this is some really basic stuff." Mayuri glared at them in disappointment. "You never noticed that the moon is always visible out any random window at night, no matter what time it is? It doesn't even go east-to-west more than half the time!"

"But. But we have a lunar calendar..?" Aizen muttered, an edge of genuine distress in his voice.

"Oh yeah, the moon *used* to be regular as clockwork- everyone literally set their watches to it." Mayuri shrugged. "Then sometime about eh, two and a half, three thousand years ago? Right around the same time the first captain-class spirits started appearing, the moon started doing this 'Full Moon Thrice A Month If it Feels Like It' and 'Visible At Improbable Angles' nonsense."

Aizen's eyes were wide and Gin's very nearly open with alarm.

"That's uh- that's terrifying?" Aizen sputtered, now outright frightened.

"Yeah, anybody know what coulda caused that?" Gin muttered.

"The going theory is that the precipitation of a new class of spiritually hyperpotent souls like us has caused disproportionate tugs on the desired appearence of the the "Moon", but that's only a theory- my predecessor's predecessor once attempted to send a camera to the 'Moon' for a closer look, but it never actually *got* any closer." Mayuri explained, casually inspecting his fingernails- he seemed to be growing out the middle one for some godforsaken reason. "-Your theoretical starboat would likely far worse."

"...Okay but that's worse. You understand how that's worse, right?" Aizen demanded and Mayuri waved him off.

"No, no hit makes sense-" Gin nodded, and Aizen glared at his lieutenant. "Think about it! There's what, three and a half billion human on earth? Millions die every day, but only a couple hundred ever turn up every day at the intake queue in the 7th, and nearly everyone is from just the one part of Japan. We're one afterlife of many- ugh, could you imagine if the missionaries were sent here?- anyway, our world is nowhere NEAR as big at the Living World, so the moon-moon is just a geographical feature in the living world, and there's only a couple million people living here. We got disproportionate swing, so we pull on the collective conciousness more. It's fine!"

"That's AWFUL!" Aizen shouted, dismayed.

"I mean I think we all understand God is an Asshole, but what are you gonna do about it?" Mayuri shrugged before tapping on the crate beside his desk. "-Anyway, do you want these Polio Vaccines for the rukongai outreach program our not?"

"I- yes. Please." Aizen muttered.

"Good man, sign here." Mayuri tapped the sheet on his desk. As Aizen tried to read over the provisions release paperwork, the small "Electronic Mailer" on Mayuri's desk pinged. "Oh, the word got out- Kyoraku-taicho wants to hold another moon-viewing party for the occasion. Do me a favor and attend so you can explain to him why we can't go to our 'moon' for me? I don't want to go, and I really don't want to explain it to him through a hangover either."

"If you don't wanna go Boss I'll stand in for you. Promises to be a real riot." Gin grinned.

"Yes, you have your young friend, don't you? Miss Matsumoto?" Aizen smiled fondly at his second-in-command.

"Oh, she probably already got her invite- she an' Miss Nan- er, lieutenant Ise are real pals from the academy." Gin laughed. "Nah, I was gonna drag old blind bones along."

"...Captain Tousen?" Aizen asked, befuddled. "Whatever for?"

"Stars ain't exactly braille, y'know?" Gin explained, wiggling his fingers. "He knows even less than we do an' I wanna watch Rangiku and Kyoraku try'n 'splain the whole thing to him." Gin grinned.

"Sounds lovely! Take your shit and get out of my office." Mayuri threatened.

---

Renji exhaled, still bewildered, laying on his back on the grassy hill just outside the 2nd division training grounds, staring up at the moon as it rose opposite the sunset behind him. Or, maybe not? There had been some lecture about how the moon in spirit world wasn't a moon back at the academy that he didn't really remember-

"You sound like you're in the throes of a moral conundrum Red." Shuuhei teased, looking up from the strange contraption he was setting up.

"Huh?" Renji blinked. "Oh, no I'm just- Those guys in the Spaceship gotta be somethin' else, going to die thousands of miles from home."

"What? The Astronauts? They'll be fine! -Probably." Shuuhei laughed. "They're definitely insane, getting in that contraption at all, but they still gotta come home with all the rocks and whatever they get from the moon for the lab techs to look at."

"...How the hell are they getting back?" Renji frowned, rolling up onto his elbow to frown at his senpai. "I thought they blew up all the rocket getting off the planet?"

"They got a bitty rocket in the lunar landing craft that will get them between their ship and the lunar surface, and then they will angle the ship a bit and the moon will fling them back to earth the way earth flung them at the moon." Shuuei explained, not looking up from the weird bass-drum looking object he was messing with.

Renji opened his mouth, realized his friend probably understood it way better than he did, closed his mouth, shrugged, and changed topics. "So what is that thing you had me haul up here?"

"It's uhhh... Experimental. Haven't got a name for it yet." Shuuhei muttered, placing a level on top of it and frowning at the bubble before adjusting the legs bolted awkwardly to the side of the drum. "-But with all this excitement about the Lunar Landing, I realized Tousen-Taicho is... I mean he gets left out of a lotta stuff, y'know? But it's not like he can see the stars, or the spirit-moon, and I don't think he really understands orbital mechanics-"

"I sure fuckin' don't." Renji muttered.

"Yeah, because you're the kind of moron who put a ham sandwich in a VCR-" Shuuhei rolled his eyes.

"That was ONE TIME, and Matsumoto Senpai told me it was a Panini Press!" Renji sulked.

"-and then pressed "Fast Forward", but Tousen is actually smart as hell- I'm the one who can't explain it without gestures he can't see." Shuuhei continued. "...but I can use a camera obscura and reiryoku-sensitive film to sort of take an old exposure image of the night sky. I'm hoping that if I treat the exposed film right, that the light and dark parts will turn into different textures for him to read, like a braille sky."

"Oh." Renji muttered. "That's really nice of you actually."

"I mean, we'll see if it works." Shuuhei shugged, examining the level again. "Hand me the allen wrenches- What about your boss?"

"Captain Aizen? Uh- honestly? He seems a little freaked out by all this and I saw him fuckin' slam the newspaper into his wastebasket when he got back from the twelth." Renji winced. "He's weird like that. Sweet as cake most of the time but then there's these weird flashes of anger... and I'm not sure how much longer he's gonna be my boss."

"As in you got ambitions, or you think he's gonna get fired?" Shuuhei asked, staring at the level again.

"As in 'Tetsuzaemon Iba got in another brawl with his mother about him only being fourth seat when she made captain, and Liuetenant Madarame asked me if I'd updated my resume recently." Renji winced.

"Woof. Talk about a lateral promotion." Shuuhei winced. "Still, the pay raise would be nice. You could afford to take your girl Rukia somewhere up to her brother's standards!"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Renji snapped, rolling over and jumping to his feet. "-It's -I'm sorry. It's kinda complicated." Renji sighed.

Shuuhei was silent for a minute as Renji sat back down on the grass, face in his hands. After a minute of fine-tuning the drum to keep it level, he spoke up. "You're more than good enough."

"Huh?" Renji jolted. "Oh, yeah- I'd be doing all the eleventh's paperwork but there's no way it's worse than the fucking rice subsidies accounting board-"

"That's not what I meant." Shuuhei glared.

"...I know." Renji groaned. "It's just. It's complicated, okay?"

"If you say so." Shuuhei shrugged. "Alright, hand me the flat box- thanks. It'll be ready for exposure in a minute, and I want to get it done before those clouds roll in." He gestured at the distant thunderheads threatening to bloom into a summer storm on the edge of the city.

The process was quick- the shielded plate went into the gap under the drum, and the light of the night sky was reflected onto it from a pinhole in the top. Once the metal plates were pulled back, it needed a few minutes to pick up enough light, before Shuuhei pushed the metal shutters back in and locked the plate in darkness until it could be developed.

"It's for taking pictures of the stars, right?" Renji asked as Shuuhei started disassembling the camera. "You could call that plate an Astrograph."

"Hah! Futuristic. I like it!" Shuuhei grinned. "C'mon and help me with this thing before the punishment squad turns up to kick my ass for having a camera within a mile of the second."

[muzansfangs]

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?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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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 are 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’re 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❤️

[katsuma6]

Bleach Men Simple Turn-Ons.

Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki, Kisuke Urahara, Sosuke Aizen, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Renji Abarai

Warnings⚠️🔞: some smut - mature content - please don't interact if you are under 18‼️

Ichigo Kurosaki:

• Ichigo is a pretty modest guy and a bit shy too but, when you wear something sexy...

• he can't ignore it. Absolutely will not be able to look away.

• will constantly be touching you.

• obsessed with your body and loves seeing you show if off.

• if you're planning on going out and he sees you in something that shows off your best features, you're staying home for the rest of the evening while he praises your body.

Kiskue Urahara:

• this man LOVES dirty talk.

• building that sexual tension drives him wild.

• "I can't wait to fee you inside me" "I love feeling you on top of me" "I want to feel your cock in my mouth"

• Being enthusiastic about sex will massage his ego, it will make him feel attractive and desired. It may sound a little counter-intuitive, but it’s massively powerful for turning him on.

Sosuke Aizen:

• Aizen is a very demanding and dominant man but, something about taking initiative.

• just grab him and change position in the bed.

• tell him to sit down and just start deep throating without even mentioning it first.

• he loves watching you take over and ride his cock.

• it's a nice change for him

Grimmjow jaegerjaquez:

• sitting on his lap.

• instant boner

• you fit so perfectly right between his legs and you move around on purpose, pushing his buttons.

• but be careful. Once he starts fucking you, he can go for hours and multiple rounds.

• "you think you're funny sitting on my lap getting me all worked up in front of everyone? What a dirty girl."

• "feel how hard you made me?"

• this man is FERAL.

Renji Abarai:

• he loves when you wear your hair up.

• its so easy to pull on or grab

• he'll being holding it while fucking from behind or wrapping it around his hand while he face fucks you.

• it also shows off you facial features that he adores so much.

• goes crazy when you get on your knees and tie your hair up while maintaining eye contact

[nyimasu]

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.

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 24: COCKWARMING 𝘈𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ Hi, I saw your requests were open for the upcoming event, do you mind writing 24 (if it's not already taken) for Aizen and adding a bit of praise, just him being kinda soft with the reader (which can be written as gender neutral if you'd like), thanks for considering ♡  Best wishes. tw: mdni. cockwarming. praising. kinda romantic in aizen's way. wc: 990 masterlist

Trembling limbs are left after he has you in between his claws, nights like this are the ones who made it all worth it… the sex, and the aftermath as well. Those who know Aizen would probably say that Sosuke fucks you and leaves you there, with no consideration whatsoever… but, they are all wrong. Perhaps, it was just you. With you. Who knows?

Outside it’s pouring rain, those fall downpours. Your body still lays warm after he made love to you, where kisses abounded, and climaxes teemed.

Curled up in between fine silky sheets, you hear the whistling sound of his kettle coming from the kitchen. Whenever he is over, and you are all cleaned up, he always stands up to take a cup of tea. And tonight, it wasn’t the exception.

As he comes back, with steam coming from his cup reaching out his glasses, the uncovered chest and the loose grey pants present before your eyes. His skin, with a hint of caramel tint, goes very well with his cinnamon eyes. His chocolate hair, makes the perfect combination with his sweet facial traits.

“Do you want some tea, (Name)?” he asks you, brushing his hair back as he speaks. You swallow; how comes this man is as hot as the sun itself?

“No, thanks…” you mumble, yawning after. You are by far tired, exhausted. Sosuke had the fantastic idea of spending together the weekend at the mountains. The amazing cabin he chose has a huge window wall, perfect for enjoying the scenery outside, and the crackling noises of the fireplace mix with the heavy rain outside lulling you.

Aizen takes a last sip of his tea while enjoy peaks of your nude anatomy in between the covers. You lie on your side, with legs crossed as he commanded… who knows why he is so interested in you doing so…

“Hmm… Seems to me that you are sleepy” he giggles in that sexy way he only knows how to. Aizen walks towards the bed once he leaves the cup and his glasses by the table. The way his hipbones move when he does, makes you shiver, makes you squeeze your thighs even more.

You nod, shily smiling at the man in front of you and while he gets in bed you can smell the everlasting scent of his skin. A sugary perfume that’s both sweet and manly.

When he finally gets in bed, he pulls you closer to his chest. Hairless, well trained, still with a barely visible scar from a very old surgery in the middle of his chest.

“Come’ere” he murmurs, allowing you to place your head over one of his pecs. His hand, delicate but dominant, finds the perfect place to rest; the small of your back.

You get drunk of his scent, of his soul. There is something within this man that’s so strong, so attractive, that invites you to willingly submit to him, to praise him like a love and sex god.

With his free hand, that up until now he kept behind his head, he grabs yours. He plays, first tapping the tips of your nails and then down trapping your ring finger. Sosuke’s autumn eyes fix on an invisible ring, the sharp brows slightly rise, and his lips separate just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his front teeth.

“Heh…” he scoffs, licking so slowly his upper lip. What is this man thinking? Perhaps a new plan? In any case, you sigh loudly… no matter how sleepy you might be, there is always energy for arousal.

Aizen lets go of your hand and looks up to the ceiling. He smiles, pleased, and pulls you closer against him. You snake your leg around his, giving your body exactly what it needs; to be one with him.

He takes a big gasp of air through his pointy straight nose; he is tired too. Both have lost track of how many times he made love to you.

“Mhhh, I adore your skin… you are always so warm, so soft” he whispers, pressing down and sliding his hand up until your ass. Soft, almost like caresses, spanks follow.

“Sosuke…” you gasp, looking up. Your eyes run through the sharp line of his mandible, and land on the apple of his cheeks. The everlasting soft honey tint on them invite you to kiss them.

Your hand reaches for his shoulder, the protrusion of collar bone joining his scapula, feels sharp on your fingertips. You crawl up until you reach for that spot. A soft peck planted, the first of many sleepy kisses given.

His neck, a temptation you are not willing to give up even as asleep as you are. Nibbling softly on his flesh, you can’t leave marks… Sosuke Aizen is one of the most influential leaders in the world, nobody must see him with something so silly like a hickey.

“You are about to fall asleep, you are such an insatiable pretty little thing…” he mutters, kissing the crown of your head and passing his hand down your chin to lift your face up. “Look at you… look at your tired eyes, come on let’s go to sleep” he continues, helping you turn around and lay on the side.

Aizen waits for you to get comfortable and hugs you as the big spoon. You move back your ass, enough for it to perfectly align with his crotch. The more your skin can feel his body, the more you smile.

“You are still so needy, don’t you…?” he whispers in your ear, sliding his hand from your waist down your belly, to push you even closer. More and more, squeezing you very well against his growing hardness.

His naked chest receives your naked back, his chin rests on your shoulder. A sloppy kiss, with wet lips, is left in your neck.

“Mhh… yes, I want it ~” you purr, because there is something you two do whenever is sleep time…

“You wanna sleep with me inside, mh? You will allow me to feel you so warm around me?” he asks, taking his pyjama pants down until they reach for they feet and finally are completely off.

You nod, groping blindly for his hipbone to push him against you. Wet, and drippy, overly sensitive you are, and you can’t wait to feel his shaft very, so deeply inside of you.

You can feel him smirking, with his lips pressed on your nape. You can sense his hand pumping his dick against the small of your back, getting ready to slide inside you.

Sosuke lets his wet tip play with your entrance, up and down, before letting the pressure of your bodies to push his shaft into it.

You feel it stretching you and a little whimper leaves your lips. Your moan combines with his low grunt, right by your ear.

“So… tight… such a perfect creature you are” he melts pronouncing those words. “God, you are so warm and tight…” he whispers, biting the lobe of your ear. After a big sigh, in which he had to fight not to fuck you until you drop, he hugs you tightly.

Aizen remains completely still but relaxes against you. You do the same, just by only being full of him, is enough to make you feel so good and calmed. “Keep me warm, baby” he murmurs, with his eyes closed, about to fall asleep. “I will, Aizen-sama💖…” you whisper, joined in one… a single soul.

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[brittscafe]

NSFW request for aizen x f! Reader who has harboring feelings for him and he betrays soul society, but when she starts to move on, he basically starts visiting her at night to remind who she belongs to?

Of course!!! <3 <3

Your heart was shattered when you found out that Aizen Sosuke had betrayed the Soul Society. Not only had he betrayed the Soul Society, he had betrayed the people who live there, too.

Mostly, he had shattered your heart into a million pieces. Aizen had hurt you and put in through the ringer. You were tired of being heart broken and hoping that Aizen would come back.

He was never going to come back and you had just started to accept that.

The candles light up the bathroom with an orange light, bringing warmth into the room.

Your body lays in the tub, surrounding by the hot water, steaming rise up from the top layer. You let out a heavy sigh and close your eyes, your muscles relaxing.

Your eyelids slowly flutter open and lock onto a candle. The flame has gone out, suddenly. You knit your eyebrows together and sit up in the tub, glancing around.

Aizen stands behind you, eyes studying the back of your head. His hand grabs onto a fistful of your hair and tugs on it.

A gasp leaves your lips and you glance behind you. Your eyes widen and you squirm out of Aizen's grasp, moving over to the other side of the tub.

"It's been awhile, y/n. Did you miss me?" Aizen coos out, a smirk playing along his face.

He no longer wears his glasses and his long brown hair is mostly pushed away from his face, expect two long strands hanging down in front of his eyes.

You squeeze your thighs together and bring your knees up to your chest, trying to hide your body in the water. Your cheeks flush as Aizen starts to take off his clothes.

Your eyes widen as they rake over his bare chest, muscles flexing and bulging.

"What are you doing here?" you choke out. Aizen throws his head back, letting a loud laughter that fills the room. He continues to undress himself without a single care in the Soul Society.

"For you, of course. I could feel you slipping away," his pants drop to the ground. You quickly glance away, trying to pay attention to anything other than the bulge in his boxers and aching sensation in between your thighs.

"What do you mean?" you scoff out, seeing Aizen pull down his boxers from the side of your eye.

"I know the certain type of feelings you harbored for me before I left. I came back to remind you who you belong to," Aizen explains and you glance over at him.

"I don't belong to you, Aizen," you scoff out, your eyes shifting down and they widen. His thick, long cock hangs in between his thighs and he smirks to himself.

"Oh? We'll have to fix that," Aizen comments, slowly walking over to you. Your gaze is captured by his dark eyes and he cups your jaw, tilting your head up.

You cannot stop him from pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widen and you moan against his lips, slowly fluttering your eyelids shut.

His lips are soft and warm against yours, tasting yours. It feel so damn good, but it's wrong.

You press your hand to Aizen's chest and push him away.

"What the hell are you doing?!" you hiss out. The burning on your lips stings with a delicious desire for more. Your chest pounds heavily and you sink deeper into the water.

He left you, you shouldn't feel this way about him. He'll just leave again, this time leaving you wanting more.

"I'm going to remind you...just exactly who you belong to," Aizen explains with a dangerously low voice. His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly and your heart skips a beat.

He peppers your jawline in soft, wet kisses, slightly sucking on your skin. His free hand glides down your chest to your aching core.

Feeling his rough fingerpads glide over your clit makes your eyes widen. His slender fingers rubbing your folds and you whimper. Aizen slides a finger inside of your wet pussy and you inhale sharply.

The pad of his finger pokes your g-spot repeatedly and it sends waves of pleasure through your stomach. You spread your thighs apart, wanting to feel more of his strokes that make you feel so damn good.

A soft moan escapes your lips and a smirk tugs on Aizen's face. His dark eyes meet yours, filled with satisfaction and lust.

"Damn it," you hiss out underneath your breath, cursing yourself to allow Aizen to pleasure you like this. You place your hands on his upper back, nails digging into his skin.

"Keep going," you demand, feeling his finger stop all movements inside of you. Aizen cocks an eyebrow at you and runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Say please," he cups your jaw, staring deeply into your eyes. In that moment, all your self respect and everything your mind was telling you was thrown out.

"Please, Aizen," you speak softly and he lets go of your jaw, hand slipping into his boxers. He strokes his hard cock and groans quietly as you watch in awe.

He removes his boxers and climbs into the tub with you, pulling onto his lap. Your legs are spread enough for Aizen to do whatever he pleases to you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, bracing yourself as he slides another finger into your warm pussy.

It brings you such joy to have Aizen's fingers stuffed inside of you, stroking and gliding against your sweet spot. Your mouth gapes open slightly as you start to rock your hips back and forth.

The way his fingers move are heavenly, getting coated in your warm arousal as they nuzzle your g-spot with a steady rhythm. Aizen grinds his hard cock into your inner thigh, clenching his jaw.

His thumb flicks at your clit and you inhale sharply, feeling your body shiver from the feeling of such pleasure.

"This is what you wanted all along, right?" Aizen teases you, his free hand reaching down to grab his aching cock. You bite on your bottom lip as he continues to thrust his fingers deeper inside of you.

"Y-yes. It feels so good to have your fingers inside of me," you groan out, eyebrows furrowing together. Aizen starts to pump his hard cock, leaning his head back and letting out a deep breathe.

You continue to sway your hips back and forth, your breathing become heavier and your moans turning into filthy whimpers. Aizen's hand speeds up the pace as he's stroking his cock as he shoves his fingers inside of your cunt.

He could feel himself coming closer just like you were. Your thighs are starting to shake and sweat is starting to form along your forehead.

Aizen's noticed that you grip on his shoulders has become tighter each time he curls his fingers up against that sweet, plushy spot inside of your pussy.

A loud moan leaves your lips as the feeling of his fingers continuously hitting your sweet spot and his thumb swirling around your swollen clit start to become too much.

"Come on, y/n. Let it out for me," Aizen coos, his fingers endlessly pumping at your g-spot. Your moans soon turn into loud, begging gasps as your face twists.

Your thighs quiver and you cling onto Aizen as your orgasm rips through your body. The sound of you climaxing almost made Aizen cum.

"F-fuck," he mumbles underneath his breath as you hunch over his figure. His hand is practically fisting his cock as hard as he can, groaning and grunting heavily.

Aizen's mouth gapes open as hot ropes of cum shoot through the tip of his cock. His breath stutters as he milks out the last of his cum dripping out.

Your core is still needy, wanting more of him. You run your tongue over your bottom lip as you watch Aizen's chest heave up and down.

He shifts his weight, sliding you off of him as he stands up. You watch as he becomes like a giant, standing above you as the water runs down his glorious muscles and thighs.

His soft cock in between his thighs and your core pulses.

"Now...I'll be here around the same time tomorrow night," Aizen warns you with a deeply unsettling voice.

"You're leaving?" you ask in awe, eyes widening. Aizen chuckles and lowers down to you, cupping your jaw and meeting your eyes.

"Tomorrow night, I'll give you what you really want."

tags: @aizenwifey

[keikakudori]

► Give Tousen-taichou back

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

❝ How can I give back someone who follows me of his own free will, Hisagi-san? He is not mine to give, though his loyalty is mine to claim. If you are so truly upset about it, then speak with him, not I. ❞ As much as the lieutenant might not wish to believe it? The traitor was being honest enough in his words. He could not give back a man who followed him freely and with abiding loyalty. Kaname's choice had been his own and that remained that. There was no giving back of someone who was free; if he were to do so, then that carried a far different connotation about it. And he sincerely doubted that such was Shuuhei's way of thinking.

[potofstewie]

Reality

Hey y'all! This is one (4/5) of my submissions for @renhoeku's Rengoku Birthday Month Collab. This is also the sequel to my other submitted fic, "Imagining" (Highly recommend you read that first before this!)! If you wish to join, then please check out their post regarding the collab!

Thing to know: AFAB!Reader, making out, drunken confession, cunnilingus, fingering, grool (term for female cum), sensual body rubs, rough, spanking, accidental creampie, dirty talk, praise, marking/biting, hair tugging (m. receiving), drunken birthday sex, no aftercare

W/C: 3.2K

Words/Phrases to know: Inari Ōkami - Goddess of Sake (rice wine), Aizen Myō-ō - Wisdom King known to transform earthy desires (love/lust) into spiritual awakening, Contrary Motion - The movement of two melodic lines in opposite directions, Pianissimo - Very soft

Kyojuro didn’t know how this all started. Okay, maybe that was a lie. He knew the actions that led up to it all, but he didn’t know if this was all his imagination or plain old reality. He knew that you planned a birthday party for him at your house, inviting all the hashira and cooking heaps of food for his never ending appetite. He knew that there was alcohol present and that you all played drinking games. He knew that the party ended with Giyuu being carried off by Tengen, everyone stumbling out wishing him a happy birthday and their farewells. He also knew that he stayed behind to help with cleanup as well as pack up any leftover food to bring home. 

What he also knew was that he was absolutely enamored with you; the strong and passionate emotions he had towards you made it difficult to even focus on sweeping your kitchen floor. He always had a thing for you, always staring at you when you weren’t looking, memorizing every detail from how you purse your lips to a bad smell to the folds in your hands whenever you balled your fists. Before the current events unfolded, he was sweeping over his feet, too distracted by how your back arched when you stretched after picking up trash. He wondered how it would look beneath him, his rough digits going over your spine and between your shoulder blades. 

It wasn’t until the sweet, silver jingle of your laughter broke him out of his trance, pointing out his less than adequate sweeping. Of course, not wanting to give himself away, Kyojuro simply chalked up his terrible cleaning to the alcohol still coursing through his veins. Now, Kyojuro knew that was absolutely true. But, that’s what makes it a bit fuzzy for him. He knew the drinks were to blame for what happened. He knew that the drinks were why you got closer to him, your enchanting eyes peering up into his own nervous ones; mind anxious on what you were planning. He knew that the drinks were why his hands carelessly ran themselves up and down your body; traveling down from your shoulders to your plump waist, gliding his hands up and down and feeling the fabric of your kimono ruffling under his touch.

Kyojuro blamed it on the strong drinks for the reason why he was inching his face to yours, telling you absolutely everything. Telling you how much he loved you and how long he felt this way, how he can never focus or do things properly because of you. Even telling you the intimate acts he would do at night when you plagued his mind; how he always wondered what you looked like with his cum oozing from your battered pussy. How he wondered if you liked doing things this way or that. He also blamed it on the drinks for how your lips mashed haphazardly with fervor; the taste of the sake from his tongue intermingling with the taste of the wine from your plump lips and mouth. The way how your nimble arms wrapped themselves around his neck, your hand lightly tugging on his hair and eliciting a soft groan from his throat was all because of the drinks. 

There were some intimate things about you that he already knew. Things he wouldn’t confess to you no matter how drunk he was. He knew just how sweet your pleasure filled moans sounded, how your body twitches and convulses when you reach your orgasm and how your pussy squeezed at nothing when you came. He knew that seeing you experience an orgasm caused him to have his own almost instantaneously. 

He knew how you both reached into the nearest room; how his hands rushed to strip you naked as you both stumbled from the kitchen and into the room, how he practically tripped and fell on top of you. Like the last time that happened, a sober Kyojuro would’ve immediately gotten up and apologized profusely with a deep red shade on his face. But this time he was too busy trailing kisses on your neck, sucking right at the nook of your neck and shoulder. He knew that somehow you managed to get his clothes off, the fact becoming apparent to him when he felt your cold fingers glide down his chest, moving themselves to his sides before slowly climbing back up to his shoulders; all the while sending tingles throughout his body. 

Kyojuro knew for a fact what you looked like when he raised himself up from his barrage of kisses and markings; your eyes saying nothing but “take me”, your spit covered lips parted slightly as your soft pants did nothing but bring life to your desirable bosom. He knew that after tonight, he would forget most things but your face of bliss and anticipated pleasure was something he wouldn’t forget. He would remember how your skin felt against his lips as he kissed inside your thighs, trailing kisses from your meaty flesh to your clit before digging in to his new favorite meal; the taste of your nectar melting and settling on his tongue. He’d remember how soft your hips felt as his hands found a home in the folds of them, your heels slightly digging into his back. He’d remember how his scalp felt when you tugged on his hair and how sweet your noises of pleasure fell onto his ears, encouraging him to keep going. 

If what he was experiencing with you wasn’t reality, he’d still memorize how your warm pussy felt around his fingers as he sucked on your sensitive clit; relishing in the wet noises your pussy made and the moans your beautiful mouth released. This was all a memorization test to him, seeing just how much he would be able to recall the morning after, judging on whether or not he’d be able to recall feeling your pussy contract on his fingers as you came, how your grool tasted as he licked his fingers clean, and how his chin felt lathered in your cum. 

Now, here is where Kyojuro didn’t know something. In this moment he was staring at your back in all its bare glory; finally seeing your spinal valley and how it curved with your arch, finally feeling just how soft and plump your ass felt as he rubbed it; anticipation bubbling inside of him. He did his best to memorize how your chest and cheek mushed with the floor, your forearms caging your head as your hands stretched forward; reminding him of a stretching cat. What Kyojuro didn’t know is just how good you would feel, sucking him inside your needy pussy. He didn’t know what it would feel like to have your ass slap against his pelvis nor see how it would look as it ricocheted against him. What he did know was that neither you or him could wait any longer.  

Lining himself up with one hand while the other stayed on your ass, Kyojuro sighed softly as his tip was kissed by your wet folds, just the minimal touch sending a pulse through his body. Going deeper didn’t pose an issue for him, your already sopping and gaping pussy eagerly welcoming him, however you couldn’t bear with the burning stretch he gave you. The only words you could mumble out being: “S’too much, Kyo.” “Can’t take it...” All Kyojuro could do to ease your discomfort was to plant hot and meaningful kisses on your shoulders and whisper into your ear just how amazing you felt, how your pussy felt so warm around his cock. With his muscled chest flushed against your back, Kyojuro finally bottomed out, ears perking up at your soft moan from feeling so full. 

Sighing softly at the newfound sensation, Kyojuro’s rough hands traveled down your forearms, his own arms covering yours and hands intertwining with yours. It was this small act alone that made him realize just how much he enjoyed feeling how tiny your hands were compared to his. A soft whine left your lips as you felt him kiss your neck again, giving you time to adjust to his size. Soft kisses moving from your shoulder to the back of your ear; his breath fanning on the shell of your ear. Slowly raising himself up, Kyojuro made sure to drag his hands up your arms, over your shoulders and down your back before settling down on your plush waist; ensuring his fingertips left you with a tickling sensation. 

He truly wanted to savor this night, the possibility of you waking up sober tomorrow and no longer wanting to deal with your newly changed relationship frightened him. He would, of course, respect your decision to put space between the both of you, but right now he was trying to change your mind before you even got the chance to think about tomorrow. This was his audition, and you were the evaluator.

Pulling his hips back slowly, Kyojuro couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly, trying its best to stop him from going back; only wanting him to go deeper. The primitive, carnal part of him spoke to him, demanding that he stop restraining himself and prove to you that he can do a better job than your fingers. That you won’t have to touch yourself with your door ajar anymore. 

That insatiable part of him only came out on the occasions he palmed himself in the dead of night, when his head would be full of the delusion of you bouncing on his cock, of you bringing him to his release. It scared him a little bit, how a distinguished and respectable hashira such as himself had such lowly desires. But despite the voice beckoning him to hurry up and breed you, he pushed back in slowly; flaming eyes taking in how your body slightly shifted forward as his pelvis met your warm ass. A soft moan you let out into the air was all he needed to continue with his lewd actions. 

Continuing on with his slow and languid thrusts, Kyojuro’s mind began to muddle a bit more. He genuinely couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol doing that or if it was the euphoric feeling of your tight pussy. Regardless, Rengoku Kyojuro was in nirvana and he didn’t want the moment to end. He knew that your moans were like music to him, but he didn’t know just how enchanting they could be when he was the reason for them. He knew that if his fantasies were to come true, he would be lost in it all, but he didn’t expect to be so lost that his eyes would roll back a bit. 

It was as if there was a ticking timer in his head, counting down to when Kyojuro could finally let go and abuse your pussy like how he always imagined when he pleasured himself at night in his room. Every time he would interrupt his slow rhythm by pushing as deep as he could and staying there for a second, the timer would fast forward a lot. Every time his hand came crashing down to your ass, smacking one side and then the other before kneading it entirely with his large hands as if it was clay, the timer leaped forward. Every whine and groan you gave out with every thrust and stinging slap sped up the timer, the internal buzzing mere seconds away. 

“Y-You’re so perfect..fuck..” Was all he could say as he squeezed your waist, treating it as a stress ball as his eyes drank in the sight of his cock dawning on a nice coating of your grool; the sight finally evoking the loud buzzing in the flame hasira’s intoxicated head. His fingers dug deeper into your flesh as his hips finally snapped and hit your ass with fast and rough precision; your moans getting louder and matching his pace. His incandescent eyes were enthralled by how your ass moved like rippling water, the sound alone filling his partially deaf ears. 

Plap.Plap.Plap.Plap.Plap.

The sticky sound of your ass and his pelvis making bruising contact echoed in the room, drowning out your weeps and cries of pleasure. Moving to a one leg kneel position, both you and Kyojuro couldn’t help but moan loudly at the newfound depth; causing you to instinctively push your ass back to the best of your abilities despite the bruising hold he had on you. Kyojuro watched in awe as your grool decorated his cock even more, thick lines of it filling the grooves of his veins and trickling down his heavy balls, with some of it even drenching his dark fuzz; the sight most definitely needed the most space in his buzzed mind. 

“Sh-Shit, Kyoou..feels s-so good..” You slurred out, your dirty praise sending shockwaves into Kyojuro’s body and a low moan to rumble from his chest. You arched your back more, trying your hardest to mush your stomach to the cool floor, causing some of Kyojuro’s fingers to get squeezed by your hips. His rough hands backed up and gripped your ass, slightly pushing it up and apart as he tried to get a better view of your creamy and stretched pussy. It was as if one of the greats painted the view itself; the lewd mixture of pre-cum and cream being pulled into thin ropes with every pull back before collapsing on themselves with every wet connection of skin. 

“H-Hah..doing so well f’me..” Was all Kyojuro could mutter in his sake and lust filled state of mind before snaking his arms under your armpits; warm hands raising you up close to his chest, one wrapping itself over your torso while the other simply held your neck gently, slightly tilting it to give him access to your already marked-up skin. With this new position, it was as if Kyojuro’s carnal side of him took over completely. Deep and guttural groans filled your ears as Kyojuro gave in to his long held lust, teeth grazing and biting on your tender neck, each nibble sending pulses to your stuffed pussy.

“I’ve always thought of this..a-always wanted it. You pro- hah fuck, probably never even noticed how much I’ve wanted you..” Kyojuro confessed into your ear, his flushed face hiding behind your shoulder as he pressed a scorching hot kiss to it, groaning at the feeling of your hand traveling through his blond tresses and tugging. In that moment, Kyojuro could've sworn he felt the maddening powers of Inari Ōkami and Aizen Myō-ō flowing through his veins. He was telling the truth, all of it. Honeyed words of longing desire and admiration poured from his mouth as he felt your pussy begin to squeeze on his dick; your nonverbal signal of your fast approaching orgasm.

Calloused fingers lowered themselves to your clit, squeezing and rubbing the sensitive bud while Kyojuro could feel his pot begin to bubble over. Kyojuro was sure, no, absolutely positive that none of this was real. He wasn’t actually pistoning into you with all the stamina and energy that he had left in his inebriated state. He wasn’t marking you as his and sinking into your every mewl and moan of pleasure. You weren’t actually holding onto him for dear life, using him for your sexual release. This all had to be one drunken dream of a pervert. There’d be no way that you, an esteemed ally and friend, would be currently pleading for him to delve deeper and harder into your sopping pussy. 

But yet, despite him believing it all to be fake, it all felt too real to him. You felt warm under his touch, your lips felt velvety against his own with every sloppy and open mouthed kiss. He could practically feel your own private emotions towards him radiate off of your body and seep into every kiss and hair pull you gifted him. Dark eyebrows furrowed in restraint as Kyojuro felt your pussy squeeze around him once more, his mind subconsciously bracing for the long awaited moment. 

Feeling your orgasm wash over you with the strength of a tsunami, your hand instinctively gripped the arm that still held a vice grip around your torso; your pelvis jerking with each thrust and pulse of your release. Now, this was where Kyojuro’s mind truly blanked. Just like last time, to his own pleasant surprise, you reaching your own release, your own peak and reward of sexual intimacy, only made the poor flame pillar come undone in mere milliseconds. However, this intimate discovery came with a daunting catch that was only made apparent at this moment. Having your orgasm be the key to his own, as enthralling as it may be, meant that Rengoku Kyojuro would cum instantaneously…even when he didn’t mean to at that moment. 

Kyojuro’s torrid eyes rolled back in his skull with blurred vision as his own release arrived; his cock pulsating in your gummy walls with every spurt of hot seed. Your fingers gripped his arm tighter as you sank into the pleasurable feeling of his cum filling you up, the addicting heat of it feeling like nothing you’ve ever experienced. The contrary motions of your airy moans and his baritone groans carried out into the humid air of the room; your drawn out voices being the final and ending note to the sexual music piece of the night. Pulling out slowly, Kyojuro’s lips lightly grazed your shoulder as you released a soft sigh; feeling the cum slowly ooze out and begin its journey down your inner thigh. 

The standing ovation from the chirping crickets outside intermingled with the heavy pants that puffed out from you both; fatigue hitting Kyojuro like a train as he slowly collapsed to the floor, dragging your tired body with him with relative ease. It didn’t take long for Kyojuro to succumb to slumber, his pianissimo snores escaping him. Resting your head upon his slightly damp and muscular chest, you allowed the steady drumming of his heart lull you into the realm of sleep. In his head, Kyojuro didn’t fall asleep, leaving you to your devices. No, in his head he was giving you soft and passionate kisses, reaffirming every word he said in the heat of the moment. He was giving you a proper, less lewd, confession of his love; a confession that he had practiced in secret for months. 

But in reality, in the reality that he had trouble accepting, he was sleeping peacefully with his muse of romance. He was experiencing something he had always imagined and dreamed of; something he always assumed was out of reach from him. The crickets were chirping just outside the pleasant sight of two lovers in a slumbering embrace, a soft blanket of tranquility and ease covering them while a small seed was planted between them with so much young and newfound love. However, there was a reality steadily approaching the lovers, a reality that couldn’t be denied with inebriated minds. A reality of a train’s whistle was being polished, getting ready to leave its short retirement; getting ready to change fate forever on its iron tracks.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

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[sourxpickles]

TODAYS LEARNING CURVE: SELF CONTROL

MDNI | wc. 0.1k

PARING: Various x Fem! Reader

SYNOPSIS: maybe flirting with your lover's rival wasn't the best idea.

CONTAINS: overstim., fingering, bondage, dumbification, vibrator usage, orgasm denial

“You still with me baby, or are you too fucked out to speak?” a light chuckle is released from his mouth. “Y'know, you wouldn't be in this situation if you weren't going around misbehaving. Did you enjoy getting me all riled up, hmm” he questioned. Once he didn't hear a responce a harsh slap to your pussy has you choking out in pain.

“I'm talkin’ to you y/n''.

You tried so hard to force the words out, you truly did. However the way he has you lying on the bed with your arms bound behind your back and legs being spread oh so beautifully for him made it so hard to answer. Pinching your puffy clit with the pads of his fingers, has you twitching “P-please no mu-h, m’sorry'' the words tumbled out of your pretty lips so pathetically. Eyes red from the tears streaming down your pretty face “t-too much” you choked out. Movements from your pussy came to a stop and you slowly tried to pry your eyes open, blinking away the tears.

He pulls his hand from your cunt and slowly licks his fingers holding your gaze. “You didn't answer my question, princess” he said lowly. “Didn't mean to” words finally came mumbled out, trying to find the strength to sit up to see what he was doing. “You didn't mean to, hmm” he repeated, words leaving a bad taste on his tongue. “We both know that's a lie baby, just be honest.” he said while looking at you.

“Well, that's okay. We can find a different way to make you talk”.

Confusion settled on your face, as he yanked you towards him. “What are yo-” the words barely left your tongue as a small device was suddenly pressed to your clit. A loud sharp moan was ripped from your mouth as you attempted to move away from the strong vibrations. “M’SORRY, PLE-AHH” eyes rolling to the back of your head as your tongue lolls out of your mouth and drool slides down your chin. That familiar build up in you comes so fast “cu-”

huh. Looking at him with pure shock a small why comes tumbling out. “Hmm, isn't it obvious? What makes you think you can cum like you usually do?”. Him alternating between the vibrator being shoved in you and his fingers rubbing against your clit, it was all too much. Tears streaming down your face, words repeatedly telling him to slow down and to let you cum falling on deaf ears.

“Until you learn some self control, you're not allowed to cum... I’ll engrave it into that small brain of yours, who you truly belong to. Gonna make it so you're unable to think about anything else aside from me”

Characters in mind while writing: ace, zoro,law, draken, grimmjow, suna, gojo, sukuna, dazai, kenpachi, aizen, eren, (insert ur fav here)

A/N: y’all this was so fun to write. this was originally supposed to be part of a mini series i’m working on but i want you guys opinion on this 🫣 luv you

[gallusrostromegalus]

Ask game: 39, 39, 39, 39, oh and also 39

Blease give me more of your writing your brain weirdness is extremely satisfying to my brain weirdness in a way that few others understand or can replicate

Immediately after the battle with Aizen, in what's left of Fake Karakura:

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Something neon pink appeared at Shinji's elbow At Speed and he startled, yelping loudly and having to fight the reflex to kick what appeared to be a small girl.

"HeyifyouseemydadIwaswiththefallbacktimethewholetimeokay?" She spoke at a speed Shinji had only ever heard from a dangerously overcaffienated Mashiro before.

"I'm not lying for you, Kusajishi." sighed Kuchiki.

"YACHIRU!" someone bellowed loud enough to make the few unbroken windows ring, and Shinji turned to the sound of Ominous Jingling to see a giant of a man with a peculiar vertical hairstyle and a captain's Haori approaching, livid.

"Shit." She muttered, turning to grin sheepishly at her father as he stomped over, expression dark and a tiny, teal-haired toddler on his hip.

"Where were you supposed to be today?" The Giant growled down at Yachiru, and Kuchiki excused himself to sit down on a nearby piece of bench-height rubble.

"...You told me to stay with the fallback team in Seireitei." She sighed.

"So why are you here?" the giant growled.

"BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN WEIRD ALL MONTH AND IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU IN LAS NOCHES I'D NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF!" She shouted, reflexive foot-stomp blasting out a wave of enraged reiatsu.

"So, uh, who're Pinky and Punky here?" Shinji asked, limping over to sit down to watch next to Kuchiki.

"Eleventh Division Captain Zaraki Kenpachi and his daughter, Yachiru Kusajishi." Kuchiki nodded. "They're loud, but honorable and reliable."

"I'VE BEEN WEIRD ALL MONTH BECAUSE- Shit, it's- Its complicated, okay?" Kenpachi groaned.

"And the other girl?" Shinji asked.

"I believe Kurosaki said her name was 'Nel' or similar." Kuchiki nodded. "Not entirely sure why Zaraki is the one carrying her around but it's nothing to worry about. He's great with kids."

"SINCE WHEN HAS 'COMPLICATED' BEEN A REASON TO HIDE STUFF FROM ME?" Yachiru demanded, bristling at him.

"Great with kids, huh?" Shinji glanced over at Kuchiki.

"-BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON EITHER UNTIL ABOUT TWO HOURS AGO! WHAT IF SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED TO YOU, HUH? IT'S *MY* JOB TO WORRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND DAMMIT!"

"Oh, nevermind, I see what you mean." Shinji nodded and there was the barest hint of a smirk on Kuchiki's face.

Yachiru sniffled, tearing up with rage. "WHAT? I'M NOT ALLOWED TO WORRY ABOUT YOU!?"

"YOU CAN WORRY ALL YOU WANT BUT YOU CAN'T RISK YOUR HIDE FOR MY SAKE, THAT'S NOT HOW IT FUCKING WORKS-!" he roared, jabbing his finger at Yachiru.

"Can I have a juice?" the teal-haired toddler asked from Zaraki's hip.

"-In a minute Yachiru, I need to-" Kenpachi started and stopped. He blinked a few times, then slowly turned to frown at Nel, then at Yachiru, then back at Nel, pointing between the two girls and expression shifting from rage to utter confusion.

"Did you see another abandoned baby and just pick it up because it was Yachiru-shaped and Neon Colored?" Kuchiki called, teasing.

Kenpachi looked up at him, bewildered "MAYBE??" and Yachiru rolled her eyes behind him.

"That’s the most 'Raised By Birds' thing you’ve done in a while." Kuchiki laughed, getting up to peer down at Nel with curiosity.

"Raised by WHAT?" Shinji asked, jogging up after him.

Kenpachi Stood up straight, shaking his shoulders like he was ruffling feathers. "One, I’m not putting her back, two, who the fuck are these assholes?" He asked, gesturing at Shinji and the other Visored who had started to gather in the rubble to catch their breath after the battle.

"Remember how half the captains had fallen in battle or otherwise vanished before you showed up?" Byakuya asked.

"No, because I wasn’t there." Huffed Kenpachi, rifling through his Kosode and producing a Juice Box for Nel. "-but I remember Ikkaku complaining about the employee turnover."

"-AND I WAS RIGHT!" Ikkaku bellowed from his stretcher behind them, too injured to stand but not about to stop fighting, as expected of someone wearing the 11th Division's lieutenant insignia.

"YOU'RE STILL IN DEEP SHIT FOR THAT BANKAI THING, CUEBALL." Zaraki holled back at his lieutenant, who only turned his head away, sulking.

"Apparently the assorted missing officers weren’t dead, they just caught an artificially induced case of hollowfication from Aizen, but managed to survive and stayed out here in the living world to recover and learn to control their abilities out of sight from him." Kuchiki explained. Beside them, meaningful eye contact was exchanged between father and daughter, and he gave her a juice box as well. "Tactical." Zaraki nodded approvingly. "Also, non-zero chance The Old Man would have killed y'all on sight."

"Er. Yeah." Shinji winced, looking over his shoulder to where a surprisingly non-apocalyptic-looking Captain-General was discussing something with Unohana.

"This man specifically is is Hirako Shinji, Aizen’s former boss." Kuchiki continued, introducing them properly. "Captain Hirako, Captain Zaraki."

"Hiya!" Shinji grinned, holding out a hand for Zaraki to shake, but instead, he too was handed a juice box.

Kenpachi eyed Shinji in a not precisely hostile but still unnerving manner, as he offered Kuchiki a juice box as well and when turned down, opened it for himself and drank, studying him.

"…This explains six or seven things." Zaraki finally spoke, nodding sagely.

Shinji glared up at the giant. "Excuse me?"

Kuchiki waved a hand between Shinji and Zaraki. "I promise, it’s technically a compliment."

"Yeah, if Ken-chan didn't like you, you wouldn't have a head right now." Yachiru giggled.

"Mostly explains the two sets of teaspoons in the 5th division break room." Zaraki nodded, holding his hands out to his sides. "You're, whatsit- tiger-tiger thing?"

"Huh?" Puzzled Shinji.

"Symmetry?" Tried Kuchiki. "I do recall Captain Hirako having immense talent with mirroring and reversing text and other things."

"That's the bitch!" Zaraki grinned. "Not a bad idea though, you always have enough spoons."

"Huh. I guess so?" Shinji pondered, eyeballing Zaraki in turn. "Kenpachi, so you're captain of the 11th? If I remember correctly, Kiganjo was the tenth Kenpachi- so how many Kenpachis did we run through while I was away?"

"Just him for the last century. Only the two serious challenges to his post." Kuchiki explained, looking almost... proud? There were strange political currents swirling here, leaving Shinji feeling adrift.

"For real?" Shinji asked with genuine admiration. Outside of statistical outliers like Unohana and The Old Man, it was rare for a captain to hold their post for more than two centuries, and the average in the 11th more like 60 years.

Kenpachi waved his hand noncommitally. "One and a half. Tetsuzaimon Iba was really challenging his Mother by proxy." he corrected, head tilting with a jingle and Shinji realized the vertiginous hairstyle was there to support a dozen or so small bells, before the rest of the sentence caught up with him.

"Tetsuzaimon?" Shinji blinked. "Wasn't that what Chikane Iba was going to call her son?

"Yah." Zaraki nodded, sounding like a sleigh full of presents.

Shinji stared blankly. "But- but- She was still pregnant when I.. left? He’s an infant!

"Nah, Lieutenant Iba's a whole-ass man now." Zaraki looked over his shoulder. "Ay Iba-" he called to a robust man with sunglasses wearing the 7th Division's lieutenant's badge, currently engaged in picking up Ikkaku and moving him out of the way for the 4th division triage. "-How come you're spotless when my vice looks like someone fucked up at the abattoir?"

"Hi Captain Zaraki!" Iba waved back, , Ikkaku slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "It's because he's a fucking idiot, sir!"

"FUCK YOU!" Ikkaku shrieked, flipping them off from where he hung awkwardly over his friend's shoulder.

"FUCK ME YOURSELF YOU COWARD!" Zaraki bellowed back.

Shinji watched the spectacle with wide eyes, slowly coming to an unpleasant realization, before slowly putting a hand on Kuchiki’s shoulder. "…Sojun." He sighed, using his colleauges given name with heavy morose. "I’m afraid we may be Old Men now."

Kuchiki turned and blinked at him, confused. "I’m Byakuya."

It was Shinji's turn to stare in confusion. "...Kuchiki Byakuya isn't even in the Academy yet?"

"No, I'm a captain now. Sojun, my father, died shortly after your disappearance." Apparently-Byakuya explained, arching a concerned eyebrow down at him.

"Fucking what." Shinji said flatly, feeling like he'd been drained of all color and redrawn with a sharpie by someone's off-hand.

"HAH!" Barked Zaraki. "Yer Old Fart, Tiger."

Byakuya scoffed up at Zaraki. "What’s that make you then?"

"An Ancient and Revered Relic, thank you." Kenpachi said, puffing up his chest in mock-pride.

"What's going on?" Nel asked Yachiru in a loud whisper.

"Bowlcut here is an old fart who is just now realizing that he's an old fart, but he’s younger than me, so he’s also a baby." Yachiru explained. "Either way, impressive bowel control for his age!"

"HEY!" Yelped Shinji.

"Drink ya Battle Victory juice, Tiger." Zaraki said, giving Shinji a consoling pat on the shoulder.

"...It's a bitter Juicy Juice I drink this day." Shinji sighed, disconsolately stabbing the box with the straw and drinking with despair.

[muzansfangs]

GRAPPA + Grimmjow 🩵

Melt my heart.

Starring: Grimmjow Jagaerjaquez x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, dirty jokes, dom!Grimmjow, sub!reader, passionate sex, creampie, mates, established relationship;

Plot: Sheltering from the wintry air and heavy snow in the chalet you had rented for a romantic weekend away from Karakura, you introduce your boyfriend to the small pleasures of life. Hot chocolate, small conversations and the warm heat provided by the fireplace led you two to a passionate moment of lust and love.

Drink chosen: GRAPPA (passionate sex in front of the fireplace).

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT | RULES FOR THE EVENT

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Everything around you was coated by a white blanket of snow. The landscape was breathtaking and the sound of your boots crunching the glistening ice and snow underneath your feet warmed your heart up in joy. Smiling happily, you glanced at your boyfriend behind you, shrugging the snowflakes off of his new coat trimmed with light-blue fur. His nose was scrunched up in irritation, a clear sign he loathed winter and was probably complying with your plan for the weekend for the sake of not hearing you complaining with him twenty-four hours a day.

"The cat is being dramatic again, I see" you chimed, a soft chuckle leaving your lips as you watched him roll his piercing blue eyes at you.

"You know I don't like getting wet. — he grumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat and striding up towards you with heavy steps — Unless it's on your juices" he added, a shit-eating grin crossing his lips, as you slapped his arm playfully.

You were about to retort something, when a gust of wind blew harshly over you two and words died on your tongue. Reprimanding Grimmjow could definitely wait a little longer. You needed to get into the chalet before you died of frostbite.

Shuddering, you stumbled down the snowy path that led to the small chalet you had rented for a weekened away from the stress caused by the chaotic life you lived in Karakura. A little break surley would have not hurt you and the former Espada you were dating. After having to face the recent war against Yhwach and his army of psychotic flunkies, you were not going to miss the chance to spend a romantic and peaceful weekend with your boyfriend.

Hastily unlocking the front door, hands shaking for the cold, you pushed the door open and stomped your feet onto the porch to get rid of the snow and ice remenants clinging onto your shoes. Grimmjow, albeit not being exactly a man of culture and ignoring the concept of manners, mimicked your actions and did the same. You were glad he was trying to act like a civilized person. He would have always denied that he was doing it for you, but everyone had kind of noticed a switch in his brazen manners, since you two had officially gotten together.

"We need to light up the fire. It's freezing cold" you instructed him, as you watched him toss your bag onto the wooden floor and darting his eyes on the cozy design of the chalet.

He was not the type of man who cared about details and he was naturally foreign to such comfortable places. Except for your flat, he had spent most of his life living in a desertic area. With Aizen's arrival in Hueco Mundo, he got a roof over his head, but the style of his quarters was absolutely minimalistic.

"Yeah, I can see your teeth are chattering with the cold. A fire is nothing a Cero cannot provide" he cockily said then, marching towards the fireplace with the ludicrous intent of blasting a Cero into the small marble fireplace.

Shutting the door with a foot, you scurried towards him with horror plastered all over your face. Your hand grasped him by the sleeve of his coat, eyes searching for his ones as you stood right in front of him with a panicked expression "Woah, Grimmjow, what? You cannot use your Cero here. - you started, as the blue-haired man furrowed his brows in confusion - You're going to demolish the entire place. Here, let me take care of it. Just sit over there and wait for me" you told him, your voice indulging into a softer tone, as he shrugged and begrudgingly disisted from turning the small chalet into a pile of rubble and ash.

Grimmjow unbuttoned his coat, discarding it carelessly on the nearby armchair, before kicking his boots off and flopping down onto the fluffy, brownish rug underneath your feet. You did not question him, a small smile tugging your lips upwards, as you approched the metallic wood holder to grasp some logs to throw into the fireplace.

Old habits were hard to get rid of, but you were not going to pest him this weekend too. Not when this was supposed to be your getaway from the world and its rules.

"You humans are weird as fuck. In Hueco Mundo it's the prerogative of a man to do stuff like that for his mate" Grimmjow's hoarse voice pierced your ears, as the fire sent flickers of light across the room, making your eyes glow. Now you could finally get comfortable and that was exactly what you did, unzipping your jacket and unwrapping the purple scarf you were wearing from around your neck.

Whipping your head towards your boyfriend, you quirked your eyebrows up, casually shrugging at his remark "Well, in the world of the livings, humans do not care much about that. I wanted to do it for you... And I could not let you destroy our shelter for the night now, could I?" you replied, before standing back up, tossing your items onto the armchair as well, while you ambled to the kitchen, and reached your hand up to open the cupboard.

Upon spotting two forest green mugs, you grasped them and settled them down onto the counter, acknowledging Grimmjow's eyes boring holes on your nape all the time. Even though he was trying to figure out what exactly you were doing, fumbling with what he assumed was a sachet of cocoa powder, his head was striving to wrap around the fact that you had not protested when he had called you 'mate’. He remembered a few months ago the talk you two had over the whole mating topic. You had told him only animals mated and your relationship could not be based on the primordial rules settled by nature in the animal and Hollow kingdom. You two were partners, people loving each others.

But, deep inside him, although he would have never admitted it out loud, you were always going to be his mate. Maybe it was something bigger than you, a reality distant from yours, but he had felt it the first moment you two had met. You were his one. You were his mate.

And a mate was not a simple partner.

"Grimm, are you still with me?" you called him out then, kneeling right next to him with two mugs of hot chocolate in your hand and snapping him out of his stream of consciousness. Sometimes, you wished you could read his mind, following him into the places he disappeared into without sharing his feelings. But this was Grimmjow Jagaerjaquez you were talking about and, frankly, you just appreciated the fact that he had been honest enough to admit he felt something for you.

Grasping one of the mugs, he slowly brought it up to his nose, taking a good whiff of the drink you were offering him. He had never tried it before and it did not smell that bad. Yet, the color was surely not promising.

"What's that? The color's not that inviting" he expressed his doubts about the drink, watching how you just took a sip of it and fluttered your eyes close in sheer ecstasy.

"Just give it a try, trust me" you suggested him, resting your cheek on the top of his shoulder to assure him, but also following the egoistical desire of feeling him closer to you.

"Oi, listen up, if I drink it and it tastes like shit—".

"Hey! Would I really drink something that tastes like shit and give it to you?" you protested, glancing up at him and squinting in a timid attempt to decipher his expression.

Grimmjow grinned and elbowed your ribs jokingly, as he trusted you and took a sip from his mug. Waiting for him to give you a feedback about the new food you had prepared for him, you proceeded to enjoy your own dose of chocolate and smiled softly. When Grimmjow groaned lowly, you looked at him and caught the Sexta Espada sweeping his tongue out to lick away a single drop of chocolate resting on his bottom lip.

"Damn it, that's good" he uttered, looking at you in excitement as he then took another generous swing from his mug, chugging it down as if it was ambrosia. The almost childish reaction you had gotten out of a man as proud as Grimmjow with a simple drink and the way his cheeks had turned pink for the heat provided by the crackling flames filled your heart with joy.

"I love you" you suddenly said, as your boyfriend paused, his hand half-raisen to finish off the last sip of chocolate in his mug.

Lips parted, Grimmjow stared at you with a baffled expression. You had said you loved him a few other times since you had confessed for the first time, but the way you had pronounced those words now made his stomach twist and turn, almost prompting him to blurt them out too. Those eyes of yours, your unique way of making him feel less of a freak drove him mad.

You barely processed his free hand grasping your jaw to force you to crane your neck enough to let him reach your mouth easily, but you were far-sighted enough to settle your mug down at your right, before he captured your lips with his in a fervent, demanding kiss.

Teeth clashed as he let go of his mug as well, his hand now sliding down towards your waist and squeezing it. Warm fingers skimming underneath your sweater, he slithered his hand up to your stomach and midriff, a soft groan rumbling from deep into his chest as he pulled you over his lap.

"You see? That's why I want you next to me. You fuck with my head in a way no one can. You sexy witch" he huskily whispered, his lips still hovering over yours as you straddled him, his hands forcing your hips down until his groin pressed up against yours in a delicious friction, eliciting a whine of anticipation from you.

"Grimm, wait, let's go to bed..." you whispered, hand cupping his cheek as you allowed him to rotate his hips onto yours. You skin was on fire and you honestly had no idea if it was because of your proximity to the fire, or if it was to blame on your underwear getting wetter second by second under his ministrations.

However, as he growled next to yout ear, breath hitching in your throat as he slided his hand behind your nape protectively, you knew the location was not nogatiable this time around. Allowing him to lay you down onto the rug, you stared up at him in sheer desire, watching the way he quickly took off his own sweater, chiseled abs and pectorals exposed to your hooded eyes.

The Hollow hole on his abdomen, his signature mark, made shivers run down your spine and you let your gaze trail down to his v line, as he unbuckled his belt and proceeded to take off his trousers. You tried to follow his example and began to remove your own clothes, but Grimmjow stopped you.

His left hand pinned your wrists together above your head with a swift move “No. I may let you light up a fire, but, when I fuck you, I am the one who takes care of you” he said, his free hand sliding down your side, until he popped the button of your jeans open and he hooked his fingers around the waistband.

You nodded your head, willing to let him in charge, while he gave your trousers a few harsh tugs to get them out of his way. You were absolutely amazing to him, so beautiful he could barely cope with the thought of being vulnerable, when it came down to you.

Parting your legs, Grimmjow pushed the already damp fabric of your panties to the side and let the pads of his fingers glide down your slit. He felt himself twitch into his tight boxers, his sharp canines protruding from his upper lip as he rolled your pearl between his index and thumb.

You moaned out in pleasure, hands gripping the fur of the carpet at your sides as you arched your back unintentionally. You were on fire, your skin burnt under his piercing, famished gaze and his touch. You needed him, you needed more of this.

“Grimm…” you breathed out, peering up at him with teary eyes.

“I got you. I fucking got you, don’t worry” he replied, beginning to slide his boxers down with his free hand. His cock pulsed, the need to claim you, to let you know how badly he desired to be with you forever, to protect you from anyone and anything threatening your life was unbearable.

And as he hooked your legs around his waist, lining his cock to your sappy opening, he made sure to lock eyes with you before talking “You are mine” he deadpanned, driving his hips down onto yours.

The stretch, as per usual, was enough to make you whimper out, as your walls tried to adjust to his size. His girth had always left you breathless. His groans when you squeezed him up sounded so wild and animalistic, you wondered if his inner animal was striving to take over him.

The moment he felt you fitting around him like a glove, your breath becoming less erratic, fingers running through his hair, he knew he could start moving. Pulling out until only his tip was still nestled into you, he then drilled back into your warm cavern with a quick thrust.

Toes curling, you let out a strained moan as you hid your face onto the crook of his neck, hands resting over his shoulderblades and loving the way you could feel his muscles flex for each movement he made.

No restraints, no fear to be heard, Grimmjow thrusted into you slowly, but passionately. Moans of pleasure, groans, filled the air. Your skin was sweaty, your breaths uneven, his grip on you bruising as if he feared you would slip away from his iron grasp.

And as you kissed him, your tongues meeting in your mouth as he stilled his movements, the warm seed spurting into you felt like your ticket for Heaven.

And Heaven was wherever you two were together.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I am excited to present you the first work for my “Have a drink event”. You can find the rules to partecipate on the top of this work! A masterlist is in my drafts. I am just waiting for some works to be done so that I can post it and update it with every request I publish! Next to come: Sanemi + tequila ;)

Likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated!

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