#sosuke aizen x reader

[aizenswhore]

Jealousy that drives them mad.

There is something about giving you oral, when you made them jealous, that will always tickle his pride. Watching you crumble under his touch, when his head is buried between your thighs, causes him an amount of satisfaction he would probably not be able to reach if your positions were reversed. He graspes one of your leg, draping it over his shoulder as you whimper and cry out his name, along with apologies from up above. He does not bother to reply, only sucking at your bundle of nerves and collecting your juices with his tongue. He laps at your core, ignoring everyone and everything, driving you to madness and exhaustion orgasm after orgasm.

Little do you know why he is torturing you like that, in the back of the bar you were clubbing at, where anyone could see you two in such a compromising position. He needs to punish you, he needs to show you that no one can go on his knees for you and make you beg him to stop for how good he is at overstimulating you.

He needs to make your standards higher in satisfaction so that no one will ever be able to gratify you like he does. He wants to ruin you for anyone else that might come after him.

But both him and you know one thing for sure: he is the only one for you.

GETO SUGURU, GOJO SATORU, NANAMI KENTO, AIZEN SOSUKE, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, UZUI TENGEN, SHUNSUI KYORAKU, MADARA UCHIHA, URAHARA KISUKE, SHOTA AIZAWA, LEVI ACKERMAN, DRACULE MIHAWK, ZORO RORONOA and your faves.

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[muzansfangs]

You tell them you got a brazilian wax by a guy.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, human/modern au, mention to female nudity, jealousy, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, language, creampie, oral sex (Aizen!receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, choking, spying on a partner, mention to murderous intents, wax play.

Plot: A trend on Tik Tok made you plot a devious plan to make your beloved boyfriend going mad. He knew you had an appointment for a brazilian wax. He obviously assumed you were going to be assisted by a woman. How will he react, when you tell him it was a man? Will his jealousy go too far? Will your prank get you in a bad situation?

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Sosuke Aizen.

You knew better than messing with him. Your boyfriend and his god complex, along with his mania for having everything under his control could truly be lethal. Quite literally. Yet, you were bored that Friday night. Sosuke was not around and you ended up slumping onto your couch, phone in hand, scrolling through Tik Tok in search for a way to entertain yourself.

You did not really do much, beside chuckling every now and then. Well, that was until you came across a specific trend regarding a thing you were not unfamiliar with. As you watched the way a poor boyfriend freaked out at the thought of his girlfriend getting a brazilian wax from a guy, you could not restrain yourself from testing the waters. Aizen Sosuke, the cold-blooded mastermind you shared a roof with, was going to experience a man’s personal living hell.

It was a monday evening, when he came back from work just to find you laying on your stomach on your shared bed, in a set of black lingerie he had bought for you a few months ago, chuckling to yourself. He furrowed his brows, settling his briefcase onto the armchair beside the window, as he slowly removed his jacket.

His predatory eyes roamed over your curves. He knew you had gone to your monthly wax appointment. He could see your smooth legs and the way your lingerie already showed shaved portions of your nether regions supposed to be covered. If you had opted for such a provocative attire, it could only mean that you wanted to show off your body to him.

“Hello, darling” he greeted you, his trademark grin crossing his lips as he tugged at his black tie to loosen it.

It was hard to keep your play on, as you watched him slowly get ready to devour you. He always took his time, confident that his cold and charming demeanor worked magic on you even before his hands started to trace the curves of your body. It was true, unfortunately. But you had to resist. It was your time to torture him, after all.

“Hey” you whispered, lifting yourself up on your knees as he approached the bed.

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, his hand cupping your cheek as he stood at the edge of the bed, leaning down to let his mouth collide with yours in a demanding kiss. You could not deny yourself such a treat and you returned it with equal passion, earning a guttural grunt from him.

He did not say much, he sat down next to you and it was a silent signal for you to climb over his lap and straddle him as you always did. He had somehow trained you to have some reactions and do specific things in response to his gestures. Sosuke Aizen surely had his own way to make you bend the knee effortlessly at his silent requests.

As you straddled him, his hand reached up to grasp his glasses and he hastily took them off, discarding them somewhere beside him on the bed without bothering to fold them. It was so atypical of him. He seemed eager to have you that night and you could not help yourself but tease him about it. After all, pouring gasoline on a wild fire was the right thing to do to get him even more eager.

“Damn, are you that eager to see me naked?” you taunted him, as he darted his brown chocolate hues on your again. There it was, his lustful glare that made your knees buckle.

“Actually, I’m eager to fuck you” he deadpanned, his hand landing on your neck and squeezing it enough to keep you in place, as his other hand tugged your thong to the side and he glided the pads of his fingers down your slit.

You gasped, arching your back as he smirked down at you “You’re already dripping… If it’s so easy to get you wet, I wonder how you don’t make a mess on your beautician’s couch while texting me” he joked, drawing figures eight on your bundle of nerves.

There you were, ready to drop the bomb.

As he delved his fingers into your aching core, a strained moan falling from your lips, you glanced at him with an innocent smile on your face, as you made the ground shake under his feet “Oh, I guess I have been lucky today. Can you imagine Robert’s face, if I stained the couch?”.

Congrats, Aizen.exe stopped working.

He froze solid, his fingers were still buried deep into you, but he was not thrusting them in his usual smooth movements that made you squirm. His eyes were locked with yours, a small frown on his face. You genuinely thought you had just given him an heart attack.

“Robert” he repeated flatly, clearly unamused.

It was in moments like this, when he was serious, seraphic, that you feared him the most. Aizen could be dangerous, truly dangerous. The hint of wrath sparkling into his eyes gave you chills and you uncomfortably darted your eyes away from him. The carpet underneath his shoes suddenly seemed particularly interesting.

“Yeah, Robert. The new guy who works for my beautician. You know, he helps her” you stated, you mouth feeling like chalk all of a sudden.

The dry laughter leaving Sosuke’s lips made you shiver and it took you a few seconds to realize you had royally screwed up, because he was so nimble to wrap his hand around your throat again, and pin you to the bed underneath him, that you had not realized your position had switched so suddenly.

“I don’t doubt it. He must have enjoyed the view of your legs spread wide in front of his stupid face. — he chimed, a devious smile curling his lips as he paused to clench his teeth — A stupid face I’ll gladly fuck up tonight. Would you love to see it, love? I could take his heart to you, offering his pulsing, wretched organ to you. I’ll gauge his eyes out of his skull. I’ll squeeze the life out of him—” he hissed, each time the threat becoming similar to the ones the slashers whispered through the phones to their victims in the stupid movies he loved to watch with you, only to feel you curl up next to him on your sofa.

They were hilarious, according to him.

“Aizen, I was fucking joking! Stop! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok!” you quipped, eyes rounded as you cut him off.

Your boyfriend arched his dark eyebrows up, tilting his head to the side and slowly releasing his grip on your neck. He looked almost disappointed. Not towards you. Maybe, he truly wished to kill someone. Because he would kill whoever dared to even glance at you.

His jealousy was skyrocketing.

“I see. — he stated then, before hopping back on his feet and slowly unbuckling his black leather belt — Since you love to use this pretty mouth of yours for talking bullshit, open it to make amend. I’ll obviously come into your mouth, darling. I expect you to swallow” he hissed, gripping your hair and dropping his pants down to his ankles.

Maybe, just maybe, he took a day off from work every month to accompany you to the beauty point. Perhaps, he stalked you down, when you went on your own, because the idea of a random Robert staring and touching your pubes truly made him want to commit a mass murder.

Shunsui Kyoraku.

Shunsui was the perfect victim for this trend. As soon as you ran into that video, you could picture the look of horror on his face as you told him another man had touched you in such an intimate spot. You were simply his. No man could enjoy the sight of you with your legs opened wide to show off your intimacy, no man but him. Eveything was settled and your plan took place two days after you had visited your beautician.

Shunsui had just returned home after a business trip and you had decided to welcome him not only by cooking his favorite dish and buying some extra saké, but by being his personal dessert.

As he ran his hands down your smooth thighs and practically folded you in half, your legs pressed against your chest, you knew that teasing him in the aftermath of such a passionate encounter was going to do numbers on him. His little usual nap was going to wait, after all, because his mind was just about to get pested with horrendous scenarios of a non-existing man exploring his little nest.

“There it is… Look at you, baby, you got such a perfect little hole to fill with my cum” Shunsui panted, his fingers gently spreading your labia as he watched in pride and awe his seed oozing out from you.

You were absolutely drained, your thighs still trembling and your breath irregular as you tried to get a grip of yourself and calm down. Yet, how could you, when the man who had just fucked you to oblivion was Shunsui Kyoraku? He had such a fine way to unravel you that you almost felt guilty for what you were about to say.

Lazily pushing yourself up on your elbows, you hummed and watched Shunsui slump down next to you “Oh, I know. You are definitely not the first man who has ever told me that” you casually commented, sitting up properly and running your fingers through your hair in a futile attempt to fix them.

Shunsui knew about your ex. Even though he was jealous about anyone that was not him, he still did not think of your ex as a ghost from the past threatening your relationship and he actually had no issues in listening to you talking about him. After all, you were his. That man had lost you forever.

“Well, your ex then had his way with words too” your boyfriend stated, a playful smile crossing his lips.

“My ex? Nah, I’m talking about Murata” you replied, laying back down and rolling on your side to face him.

Shunsui Kyoraku, your loving man, was now definitely interested in what you were saying.

Arching his eyebrows up and resting his head on the palm of his hand, he curiously inquired “Who’s Murata? Your gynecologist?”.

You chuckled and shook your head “My what? No, babe, I’m talking about my new beautician’s co-worker. Murata is such an amazing guy, you know? His fingers are so delicate and he applies the wax in a tender way” you lied, sounding as serious as you possibly could.

You swore you had seen his eye twitch, as he grasped your hip drew you closer to him. Your eyes widened as Shunsui’s hand slided down the small of your back and cupped your rear, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Where did this Murata boy put his fingers?” he huskily asked you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you swallowed thickly. Oh, you knew exactly what was going to happen.

Were you regretting that little stunt you had pulled? Oh, you were for sure.

At your lack of answers, Shunsui sighed and rolled you onto your stomach. His hands gripped your hips and he raised your waist up, until it was at the perfect level with his pelvis. But no, he was not going to claim his domain on your inner walls again. A little punishment was in store fore you.

“Poor little baby, she tries to prank me but cannot even play the part until the very end. Good, that’s good, though” he chuckled, before you parted your lips to let a soft whimper leave them and turn your stomach upside down.

“Shunsui! Babe, I’m sorry! It was a prank! I promise” you piped out, blushing as you hid your face down onto the pillow.

“I’m not having it”.

Spanks it was. But he surely made it up to you later on.

Urahara Kisuke.

Your pervert boyfriend and this trend were a perfect combination for a disaster. It was like throwing powder into a fire. But it sounded like a good idea for you, therefore you persuaded yourself nothing would have gone wrong. Kisuke was not a jealous man. Of course he was protective and a bit territorial, but he never actually made a scene or freaked out, when a man tried to hit on you. He believed you could handle the situation perfectly on your own and, on top of that, if he had to step up and chase the stranger away, he surely avoided violent conflicts.

You two were laying onto your shared bed, Kisuke on top of you, as his mouth was latched onto your throat and his hand was currently between your thighs.

Whimpers and heavy breaths filled the air, while his fingers deftly plunged into you, making your lips part to chant a lewd melody he loved. He knew so many ways of making your knees buck and drag orgasms out of you that it was not a surprise that simply fingering you could make you scream out his name.

“Do you even realize how wet you are? You’ve soaked my whole hand and wrist, you dirty kitten” he cooed in your ear, slowing down the pace he had set a tad bit to enjoy the way your walls clenched onto his slender fingers so tightly.

As he did that, decided to slip his fingers out of you, only to glide them down your folds and enjoying how soft, smooth and slippery they were after the wax appointment you had gone to yesterday.

“So soft, you are so soft, you know?” he teased you, grinning as he took his hat off with his free hand.

Now or never. It was time to drop your bomb.

“Yeah, I know. — you breathed out, glancing up at him and resting the back of your hand over your forehead before letting out a dramatic sigh —I expected you to use some original terms to describe my pussy, though. I mean, Jason used those exact words yesterday. Tsk, I expected you to do better than him” you gingerly said, averting your eyes from him.

Urahara Kisuke went silent. The pads of his fingers glued to your folds, he tried to process what you had just said. A man? Did you mention a man? Additionally, not even a native one, judging by his name, therefore he surely did not know him.

“I’m sorry, who in the holy Soul Society is Jason?” he quizzically asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at you in utter shock.

“Who?”.

“Jason. Who is this J-A-S-O-N man?” he replied, his eyes dangerously darting onto the lit candle on the night stand.

If his kitten was up for playing with fire, he was going to let you play with it.

“Oh, Jason, right… Well, he waxed me yesterday. He praised my flesh in such a basic way it was hard not to laugh at his face” you replied, pushing yourself up onto your elbows as Kisuke simply hummed and reached for the candle.

At first you got confused, eyebrows knitted together while your eyes followed his moves and the way he began to look at your thighs while licking his lips. It was only then that you remembered how he had wished to try some wax play with you. Eyes widening in shock, you gawked and sat up.

“Kisuke! Baby, wait, wait! I was kidding! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok! I promise, I’ll cut the crap!” you fretted, cupping his cheek in your hand and peppering his face in kisses. You were evidently begging for mercy.

The shop-keeper, however, shrugged and delicately pushed you back down as he smiled at you “Oh, I see! But you now owe me some sex therapy, kitten. Now, let me try some wax play and I’ll eat you up. I’ll make you scream so loud Aizen will hear from Muken!” he taunted you, winning you over with his last joke.

“You are a dork…” you chuckled, slapping his shoulder.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

If someone wanted to get a reaction out of this stolid man it was by messing with you. How did they even think about touching his delicate flower, the woman who had successfully made him smile again after so long? A mad Byakuya was not a problem people wished to deal with and, naturally, you did not want to make blood run down the streets. But it was so tempting, so fun. You could not restrain yourself, right? Your boyfriend needed to experience that little trauma too.

It was a lovely summer night, your boyfriend was still locked up in his office and you decided to pay him a visit. Along with buying some take-away in his favorite restaurant, you were going to deliver him a rather spicy dessert. No one was around anymore. The only sound eachoing down the corridor was the sound of your heels clicking onto the marble floor.

When Byakuya saw you walking past the threshold of his office, he faintly smiled. You were surley a sight to behold, especially in that flowery dress he adored. Running up to him, you threw your arms around your neck and pecked his lips gently.

“I was missing you” you said softly, as he made you sit comfortable onto his lap.

Byakuya hummed and kissed your nape, his arms hugging your waist as he redirected his gaze back on the laptop on his desk. He worked way too much, but how could he not? The Family Company constantly required his attention and assistance. But now you were there, ready to catch his attention with some salty prank.

“How was your day, love?” he asked you softly, typing something on the keyboard.

“Quite good. — you stated, smiling softly — And I got some news. My beautician had called in sick today, I was assisted by her colleague” you absent-mindedly said, not getting much of a reaction out of him. You had been vague, indeed. He had no reason to suspect anything, after all.

“Really? And was his colleague good?” he asked.

“Oh, yes! Really good. I got to say I was put in a rather unusual position, but overall he was professional” you chimed, closing your eyes as you mentally prepared for hellfire to break out.

And it did.

Byakuya cleared his throat, his grip on your waist tightening even so slightly as he nosed your cheek gently “He?”.

“Yep. I’m talking about Santiago” you casually said, smiling softly.

“Santiago. Mh, I see. — he replied, prompting you stand up, much to your dismay and confusion, but as he grasped the back of your neck and pushed you down onto the empty side of the deak, you squirmed — And was the position he asked you to strike that uncomfortable?” he said calmly, unbuckling his belt with one hand, meanwhile he allowed the other one to hike the skirt of your dress up.

“Y-Yes… You could say so” you meekly replied.

The smack on your rear you received afterwards making you squeak out softly, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip.

Byakuya sighed, lowering his mouth to your ear “You know, baby, when you want to prank someone, you should be careful in not messing up the plan. How was I supposed to fall for that, when you have sent me the link of the video?” he purred, as you gaped in shock.

Your jaw went slack, as reality dawned onto you: so that was why Rangiku had not replied to your video and text ‘check this out, Byakuya is gonna be so mad’.

You had sent it to Byakuya.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry! It was a cute idea!” you protested, but he had already slipped your panties down your thighs, a soft groan leaving his lips as his fingers glided down your smooth slit, earning a little squirm from you.

“I know. I have a cute idea too. Spread your legs and let me show what I am talking about” he practically commanded.

Gosh, did that make you wet.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! An old draft and promise to some of you that I have finally finished! Thank you so much for having been so patient, I genuinely appreciate your feedback and enthusiasm at times. This was pretty fun to write and definitely a breath of fresh air from all of my other requests. Let me know what you think about it! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreacited!

Until then,

X O X O

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[sashi-ya]

❀˖ KINKTOBER 23 MASTERLIST ㅤㅤㅤOct 1st - Oct 14th

ʚ 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 ɞ - due to tumblr acting stupid, I was forced to split the ML in two parts. You will find the fics from days 15 to 31 on this masterlist. - the list will be updated everyday as I post the fics for each day ~ - mdni, do not copy, repost or translate without permision. - tag system as an extra tw: soft kinks 🤍 | mild kinks 💜 | hard kinks 🖤 |

ʚ 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ɞ

❀˖⁺ OCT 1. free use ⋆ roronoa zoro + f! r 💜 synopsis. you are serving the new daimyo of Ringo, Roronoa Zoro. And part of your duties are to simply allow the swordsman to use you whenever, and however he pleases.

❀˖⁺ OCT 2. god form ⋆ nika luffy + f! r 🤍 synopsis. curious, Luffy and you, decide to spice things up. Will you give your body to the Sun God Nika? will you allow him to take you to heaven?.

❀˖⁺ OCT 3. glory hole ⋆ nico robin x m! r 💜 synopsis. tired of the mundane life, Nico Robin, a successful CEO visits a different type of club to have some fun behind a wall. You, on a business mission, will visit the same club. Which surprises will you find there?.

❀˖⁺ OCT 4. threesome ⋆ kid x killer x f! r 💜 synopsis. after he cheated, your friends Kid and Killer are there to console you... in many different ways.

❀˖⁺ OCT 5. pregnancy ⋆ kyoraku shunsui x f! r 🤍 synopsis. who said pregnant women aren't sexy? to Shunsui your body has now became a beautiful temple in which he wanna kneel and pray to the Goddess you are.

❀˖⁺ OCT 6. dom/sub ⋆ hongo x f! r 💜 synopsis. while everyone thinks you are sick, you visit doctor Hongo for different reasons... an illness that gets cured by pure vitamin D.

❀˖⁺ OCT 7. stepcest ⋆ kisuke urahara x f! r 🖤 synopsis. you've been holding back for a long time now.. will you keep stopping yourself? or will you be succumbing to Kisuke's forbidden body tonight?

❀˖⁺ OCT 8. sex machine ⋆ germa brothers x gn! r 🖤 synopsis. you are used to have fun with the Germa brothers, but are you ready to play with their new toy?

❀˖⁺ OCT 9. df/bankai ⋆ byakuya kuchiki x f! r 🤍 synopsis. how would you react if a soul fell in love with you, a mortal?

❀˖⁺ OCT 10. impregnation ⋆ sabo x f! r 🤍 synopsis. keep teasing Sabo to fill you up, and you will find out what he is capable of...

❀˖⁺ OCT 11. watersports ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r 💜 synopsis. Aizen has a lot of things to teach you and show you... will you drench yourself in knowledge... and experience?

❀˖⁺ OCT 12. dry humping ⋆ trafalgar law x gn! r 🤍 synopsis. insatiable, you want more. And because you can't wait until getting home, Law will allow you to sit on his lap while he drives...

❀˖⁺ OCT 13. public ⋆ donquixote rosinante x f! r 💜 synopsis. silence can be the best ally when you don't wanna get discover

❀˖⁺ OCT 14. leather straps/ bondage ⋆ law x f! r 💜 synopsis. please, stay quiet and still while he works... if not, Law will have to tie you down.

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[diorsbrando]

I’D DIE FOR YOU (AND I HAVE). ( s.a. )

sousuke aizen & black!fem!reader.

cw ━━ ! minors, blank and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is portrayed as a black woman but you do not have to imagine her that way. using this map of the seireitei as a reference (i searched high and low for a consistent accurate one but it was hard). the first half is set pre-ryoka invasion / pre-soul society arc. the second half is aizen-centric (from his pov told from the 3rd person) and set post-tybw arc, years after he was sealed away in mugen, also including mention of events from vol. 1 of can't fear your own world (a light novel that's post-tybw & can be considered canonical); so all this being said: SPOILERS i guess???? of course you're welcome to read if you don't care about spoilers! somewhat based on 'die for you' by the weeknd & even more loosely based on 'dark red' by steve lacy. contains themes of heavy-ish angst, existential crises (?) & inner emotional turmoil within reader + aizen (separately). descriptions of character death, blood and violence. descriptions of manipulation/mind games. aizen is an unkind man. proofread (i did my best).

word count ━━ 11k

notes ━━ ! the way this fic was supposed to finished a month ago...but life once more gets in my way. and the way that it's this long....i anticipated the max being 10k but i greatly underestimated how long it would take to flesh out my idea. anywho i'm somewhat reentering my bleach era again. i’m not sure what it is but character analyses in the form of fanfiction is my jam rn like i really enjoyed writing this (i got tired of the length by like... 7k words lmao) but i like how this turned out. i've watched & read quite a bit of content that provide explanations as to why aizen is the way he is so i wanted to try my own portrayal of that in the context of canonical events. how i characterized him here is partially inspired by a fic i read about him last year so shout out to them for their support :D i hope i've depicted and humanized aizen well ♡. reblogs + commentary are heavily appreciated!!!!!

THE PAD OF YOUR THUMB SLOWLY glided against your bottom lip, the lingering aftertaste of jasmine tea still on its surface and on your breath. The absentminded motion of your thumb caressing your mouth, as if in deep contemplation, continued as you stared at the clock hanging on the wall above you.

It was past eleven, and the midnight hour only continued to draw near as time sustained its temporal march. And there you sat at your desk, floating in the limbo of your mind that was filled with hesitancy and admittedly, budding anticipation.

Your gaze lowered to the now empty porcelain cup, nothing remaining of its contents except the shriveled remnants of herbs and a few wayward drops of the brew.

Your senior comrade, captain Sōsuke Aizen, was correct in his prediction that you'd take a liking to its floral and delicate taste when he gifted you a jar full of the jasmine tea leaves as well as other ingredients.

The captain of Squad 5 seemed to be correct about a lot of things.

His intelligence and foresight, along with his kind and politely witty disposition, were qualities that you found somewhat charming, and gradually drew you closer to him.

Being the current third seat of the 9th company, your barracks and those of squad 5's were relatively close to each other's, so often you'd catch glimpses of and run into Captain Aizen on a pretty normal basis. Over the years, the conversations that bounced between the two of you expanded past the realm of formalities between a higher and lower ranking officer, and instead ranged in territories from literature, to art, to food & drink, and even to the politics of the government for which they were soldiers for.

Sometimes, you found it hard to believe that you managed to befriend a man like him. A man who seems to have mastered the balance between being a gentle soul, helpful to others, but also possessed enough refined power and skills to be named a captain within the Gotei 13.

Especially a man who wasn’t even of your own squad.

Despite the increasingly friendly relations and generally pleasant conversation, there were few moments where Aizen's words didn't feel quite. . . . real━ he didn't feel real. He spoke eloquently, often relying on figurative language to further illustrate his point and to breathe meaning into seemingly plain and meaningless words. But at times those words, his tone felt stained; stained with some substance or color you couldn't quite place. An enigmatic façade was painted over his speech, and it took too much mental capacity to try and find your own meaning in it.

So you'd often brush it off. Your over-reliance on your own reasoning that 'you weren’t able to come to a conclusion because there is no problem a conclusion could be generated from' successfully quieted your mind’s voice. You'd also frequently blame exhaustion, or your newfound hobby of watching human psychological crime shows during your off days for these subconscious ideas you had.

But you feared that the request Aizen made of you yesterday, the source of your current predicament, couldn't be blamed on any of those things. You looked at the clock again before returning to stare at your empty tea cup. For what reason could Sōsuke Aizen wish to meet you outside of the 1st division barracks? Specifically at this hour? You immediately thought of his question as uncharacteristic of him but prevented yourself from jumping to any further conclusions.

Aizen was a reasonable man, and you were sure there was a reasonable explanation.

With a final sigh of acquiescence, you stood up from your sitting position to retie your yukata before slipping a thicker, dark colored haori on top. You were unsure how cold it was this late at night or how long you'd be out, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

You paused for a moment, glancing longingly at your vanity mirror a few times, clearly torn between a decision, before giving in with a soft groan. Grabbing your favorite perfume, you quickly spritzed the spray onto both your inner wrists, either sides of your neck, and stray areas on your clothes. You’d proceed to make sure your hair was in order and your lips were as moisturized and glossy as a pair of tear-filled eyes before making your way to the door and slipping on your sandals.

Meeting with a captain— with Aizen of all people— in the dead of night resembled too closely to forbidden lovers rendezvousing under a fruit tree to fulfill their desires of embracing one another, with no one but the moon as their witness. The comparison alone caused the apples of your cheeks to burst aflame with embarrassment, and you lightly chastised yourself for even indulging in such an inappropriate train of thought. Such a scenario seemed far too deluded to even be considered ‘wishful thinking’.

But those delusions still seemed to make more sense than whatever other conclusion you have yet to reach.

Making your way out of your personal quarters, you activated your shunpo technique, stealthily hopping from one rooftop to the other in an effort to make it to Squad 1 barracks quicker.

After several minutes, your mind mostly engulfed with the 'what if's', the soles of your sandals finally touched ground, and you stood a few feet away from the massive walls and bridges that connected to and from the barracks. Even at night you were able to make out the bold-printed kanji for the number 1 that was painted on the building.

When you arrived, even from a nearby rooftop, you didn't see anyone around. Feelings of confusion and worry began to creep up and flicker to life in your mind.

But, as if your thoughts were as audible, you felt a light breeze of wind behind you, a familiar sound that indicated someone had made their presence known.

Startled, you reflexively reached for your zanpakuto, when you remembered that you hadn't even brought it with you. It still laid against the wall near your bed, just where you placed it earlier when you were relieved of your duties for the day.

You didn't think you needed it necessarily if you were just going to meet with Aizen, hence why taking it with you slipped your mind.

The flickers of concern were swiftly extinguished as your brain caught up with your body upon realizing who just appeared. A relieved sigh left your lips, a breath of air that seemed to release all the tension that had a grip on your heart and wound tight within your muscles. "Ah! Good evening Captain Aizen. You caught me off guard for a moment there."

"My apologies, that was not at all my intention." The Fifth Division Captain sported a dark colored scarf, his long captain's coat and the standard shihakushō all Gotei officers were supposed to wear. In the sash around his waist resided his own sheathed zanpakuto. His tawny hair maintained its usual part but looked slightly tousled, yet still remaining so in a meticulous fashion that made it look intentional.

The state of his hair alone, and his current facial expression made Aizen look more . . . approachable if that’s how you were to describe it. There was a glint in his eyes that you had seldom seen before.

"Thank you, for making your way down here to accommodate my rather. . . . atypical request. I again extend my apologies if I have inconvenienced you in any way."

You shook your head in reply, "It's alright, I wasn't doing anything too important anyway. Just having a cup of tea and delighting myself in a book before bed."

You glanced downwards at the foot or so of space that was wedged in between the two of you. You forced away the murmurs of your lingering thoughts that took note of how the moonlight and shadows danced across the surface of Aizen's face just right, and emphasized his decidedly handsome features.

"But having a complete and good night's rest is important to be fully functional in all areas of one's performance. Wouldn't you agree?"

You couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yes, I do agree with that sentiment."

Aizen all but hummed in acknowledgement, letting a moment of silence fill the air before speaking again.

"Shall we be on our way?"

You nodded in agreement, following him as the both of you walked about the First Division grounds. From what you could tell based on your position, your aimless nightly stroll drew you closer to where Sokyoku Hill was located. The area became increasingly more grassy and contained less buildings.

Although Squad 1 grounds weren't terribly far from either of your barracks, you still weren't sure as to why Captain Aizen wished to meet out here. Initially you thought that perhaps he was just fond of this particular scenery, but really it could have been anything.

But still, you believed Aizen always had a purpose for everything he did.

After several moments, his warm voice replaced the evening silence, vocalizing your current thoughts. “I assume you are contemplating why it is I have asked you here, and I’m afraid the reason is quite benign. Truthfully, I just wished for your company. I often go on night walks to clear my head after a long day and thought I might invite you to join me this time, and have a conversation with each other."

Your brows shifted upwards, for that was not quite the answer you were expecting. It seemed too . . . simple. “Really? You just . . . wanted to talk with me? Plainly?”

The Squad 5 captain let out a short, soft laugh at the disbelief that was painted on your face. There was an expression of fondness present in his eyes and in the light smile he offered you. “Yes, exactly. I quite enjoy our discussions actually, they’re intellectually stimulating and relatively pleasant. You crossed my mind, and before yesterday, it has been quite some time since we’ve had the opportunity to unwind and talk.”

You hummed an mhmm in agreement, tearing your eyes away from Aizen’s side profile in favor of the hem of his captain’s haori, watching how it danced in the soft breeze. It seemed to be less distracting than the way Aizen peered down at you from time to time.

"I see. I am. . . . truly flattered by your words, Captain Aizen; you're too kind. Forgive me for asking but," you took longer strides so that you could fall into step next to him━ as if to speak to him more directly, "Why at this time? To talk with me, I mean. It couldn't wait until more . . . . . conventional hours?"

He chuckled again, and answered as smoothly as if he were awaiting you to ask him that. "Unfortunately, today's tasks ran a little long today, so I had to stay at my office later than usual." The spectacled man paused for a moment, before setting his soft gaze on you, "And besides, that completely defeats the purpose of inviting you on a night stroll, doesn't it?"

You ignored the heat flaring up in your cheeks again. Your mind refused to move past the fact that you had crossed Sōsuke Aizen's mind enough times━ or the times that he thought about you were significant enough━ and highly enough to invite you into his realm and indulge in these moments with him, when he very much could have done that alone.

A tender smile appeared on your lips, more towards yourself than the man next to you. "I. . . suppose it does."

The ashen-white moon only rose higher in the sky, providing an ambiance of tranquility as the both of you talked about whatever crossed the surface of your minds. Other times, the stillness of the night did the talking, and you'd listen to the leaves, and the wind, and the crickets sing together in harmony. Gradually as you walked and the beaten path grew more narrow, your figures drew closer together, until you could feel the long sleeves of his haori brush against your own.

You hadn't noticed that the two of you eventually stopped walking and paused under a tree until Aizen struck up conversation once more. When he called out your name in that gentle, velvety voice, you swore your heart was going to lurch out of your chest. The sound of your name rolled of his tongue so smoothly, the desire to hear it again grew within you.

"Uh━ yes, Captain Aizen?"

"Are you satisfied with way things are at the moment?"

You stood next to him, perplexed at his inquiry due to its vague nature. "Um, what. . . . things? I'm afraid I don't understand what you're asking."

The wind brushed Aizen's dark ochre tresses across his face as he took a step towards you, like the breeze itself was pushing him towards you. "Hm, perhaps I should be more clear then. Are you content with being a soul reaper? Are you satisfied with being a soldier for the Soul Society?"

With your brows slightly furrowed in thought, you remained silent for several seconds and overanalyzed his every word, trying to predict where he might be steering the conversation now. The longer you thought it over, the stronger that nagging feeling from within your soul became. The one that often told you what he was asking wasn't exactly . . . it didn't quite feel . . . . .

"This feels like a prelude to another insightful discussion on Shinigami━ and by extension━ Seiretei politics." Your words cut off your own thoughts, as if your mind was trying to sweep something under the proverbial rug.

Aizen huffed in amusement, before lightly shrugging, leaving your statement definitively unanswered.

You sighed as you seriously considered his question this time. "I mean sure, I guess. I'm somewhat satisfied with my job and all of . . . this," gesturing your hands in the air around you to emphasize your point. The 5th Division Captain made another humming noise, indicating that you still had his full attention. He inched a little closer into your personal space.

The mere action caused your next words to die in your throat and a quiet chuckle resounded from his, before your thoughts revived themselves again.

"Of course things could always be better but. . . . y'know. This is just how it is." You weren't quite sure if you should voice negative opinions about the Soul Society so plainly to a senior officer, even if he was the one who asked you in the first place, so you treaded lightly.

The same plainly relaxed smile from earlier remained painted across his lips, held in his chestnut irises was an emotion akin to affection. He seemed somewhat pleased that you were expressing your thoughts with him.

“And you? Are you satisfied, Captain Aizen?” You were unable to keep the teasing endearment out of your tone as you returned his gaze, casting aside the notions of Gotei officer seating and ranks for the moment. The air seemed like it shifted━ towards what, you weren't sure of━ but it kind of made you feel like you were adrift, floating in isolation from everything else around you.

It was still hard to process that you were alone with Captain Aizen right now. . . . at night.

A low hum reverberated within his chest, contemplative in nature as he replied, “Perhaps.”

The wind whistled lowly again, erecting goosebumps on whatever part of your skin happened to catch the midnight breeze. You fought the instinctual urge to twitch towards the nearest source of heat, which happened to be Aizen. Now that would be even more wholly inappropriate than the 'lovers meeting at midnight' scenario.

The silence between the both of you was brief, but comfortable nonetheless. Once more his mellifluous voice cut through the quiet, leveled and calm, like still ocean waters.

“Come. I want to show you something,” Aizen reached his arm out towards you, your spine as straight as if someone stuck a metal rod dipped in ice water down your robes.

The captain's movements seemed steady and slow━ it had felt like time itself had hesitated for several moments. You thought he was going to . . . . well you weren't sure what he was going to do, and that's what you made you nervous.

Was he going to touch you? Cradle your cheek? Remove a stray leaf that happened to land on your head? You were left somewhat dangling in anticipation, not daring to flinch backwards because you felt it would be disrespectful or offensive. You hadn't even blinked, subconsciously fearing that this was only a very vivid daydream.

But alas, when his arm drew near it extended past your head, slightly above you, and held a small branch in his palm it like a delicate flower. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding, but that breath drew short again when your gaze was eye level with his lower neck and chin.

He seemed . . . . closer.

“I think that regarding the condition of the Soul Society," Aizen began in a quiet voice, referencing his own reply to his earlier question, "and therefore my thoughts about it, is akin to this set of leaves on this branch."

Snapping out of whatever stupor you seemed to have slipped in, you exhaled softly before stepping back a bit to look at what he was talking about. In his palm he cradled a wayward branch that grew from one of the other sturdier branches of the tree. The green foliage of its arms had started to weaken and dull in color. The cold air due to the seasonal transition to autumn caused the leaves become brittle, nearing closer to the edge of death.

The sound of just how brittle they were resounded in the air when Aizen thumbed the leaves in between his fingertips, observing their texture with pity laced in his small movements.

"These leaves will fall off as it gets colder. And soon, the rest of this tree will be bare as well. When the time comes, when the right circumstances fall into place, the old die to make way and usher in the new; it's simply the way things are. I think of the Soul Society government is structured in a similar manner."

You hung onto his every word, like he were imparting crucial wisdom to you. Even though you were a bit confused on the last part, and on the connection between dying leaves and Soul Society, you still listened intently, waiting for him bridge the gap between the two.

"The Soul Society as it is now can be thought of as a season. And this particular season, this climate has remained so for several centuries. How can nature continue━ how can we continue to progress when the old have yet to be washed away by the currents of time? It defies that of nature, yes?" He directed this question at you specifically, in search of your agreement.

You nodded your head, tearing your gaze away from the branch and directed it at the grass beneath your feet. Your brows furrowed a little as you mused over Aizen's words. He gave a rather ambiguous answer before but now, his words sounded like vague displeasure and muted criticism. Everyone was entitled to their opinion, and on some fronts, you'd sometimes agreed with the 5th Division Captain. The Soul Society was far from perfect, too much emphasis on nobility and status, the government resembled too closely to an oligarchy . . . But you didn't━ wouldn't voice these thoughts, though.

Instead you hummed quietly under your breath. There was that tugging sensation again. This time it told you that there was something deeper to this conversation than meets the eye. But what could there be? Was there anything at all or were you just overthinking it?

The voice-like sensation in your soul was calling out to you, but you couldn't hear it that well or quite make out what it was saying. It's as if someone was calling out to you in a crowded room that had music playing on the speakers: you felt like if you listened hard enough you could make it out but ultimately, the result would fruitless.

"And when that happens," Aizen continued, "sometimes nature has to be gently nudged back on track to keep things moving smoothly. That may require . . . shaking the tree. Pulling a few harmful weeds from one's garden, so to speak."

"Weeds?" You echoed. You felt like you understood this analogy and therefore what he was trying to say, but at the same time you didn't. Or was it . . . . you didn't want to understand what he was implying?

Because if you were interpreting his words correctly, if he were inconspicuously comparing the higher-ups and the government itself to dying leaves and harmful plants that needed to be removed, then . . . .

"You, dear child, are a mere weed in this scenario."

Wait, what did he just━

Your thoughts were cut short when a gush of air that smelt strongly of Aizen━ warm oak, vanilla, and a kind of musk that you weren't sure how to describe but was still pleasant all the same━ brushed against your face and took you by surprise.

But there was another aroma that arose, steadily becoming more apparent alongside the increasingly painful throbbing feeling you felt in your abdomen.

It smelt metallic. And it was something that you've smelt all too many times before.

It was blood.

Your gaze that was initially narrowed in confusion lowered as it followed the source of this pain. Your eyes slowly widened in as you struggled to comprehend the blade that was currently ran through your torso.

Aizen's blade.

"Actually, instead of weeds, a more accurate and befitting analogy perhaps would be blades of grass. You unfortunately have to step on them in order to reach the weeds you want to remove."

You couldn't really focus on what the captain was saying, because your brain was still struggling to process what the hell just happened. Your hands slowly rose from their sides and shakily grazed the zanpakuto, wanting to believe that if you touched it, it would pass right through your fingers like mist. But no, the sensation of cold steel was as real as the robes you wore on your back. You only just now are processing the muffled squelching sound of his sword impaling your flesh.

You wanted to scream, to cry in pain, to vomit, to push him off━ something. But all you could do was stand there, stunned, words completely failing you. "Wh. . . . what? Why did . . . . you . . . . "

A cough replaced your attempt at a comprehensive sentence, and you tasted iron in your mouth.

Fuck....was this really happening?

"Please don't push yourself trying to talk," His voice was like an index finger to one's lips, similar to a parent's gentle caress to quiet and sooth their child, "You'll only hasten your death. And I'm sure you wish to know the reason for my killing you, yes? You'd have to be alive for that."

'Killing me?' 'My death?' The certainty that rang in his words chilled the blood in your veins, and they confirmed the one conclusion you hoped wouldn’t come true: that you were going to die.

The frigid embrace of fear and dread engulfed you from behind and you shivered, causing the blade snugly lodged in your organs to shift. The pain of that foreign object moving even a little bit shot through your entire body, causing a groan to emerge from your throat.

Desperate to conserve your energy and the oxygen that was becoming a little harder to take in, your breathing became uneven and a little wheezed. Even then, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet the gaze of Captain Aizen to confirm if this was really happening or just an extremely realistic and vivid nightmare. The sight you might be greeted with could be more frightening than the actual impaling of his sword.

As if his betrayal couldn’t actually or figuratively cut you any deeper, just then there was a noise that grew louder and louder within a matter of seconds until it was almost deafening. You’ve distinguished it to be the sound of glass crackling.

Your surroundings formed cracks everywhere on its surface, like it was just an oversized window. Even on the grass you stood on, or what you thought was grass, began to crumble away.

A dumbfounded but panicked look was plastered on your face when your world literally shattered around you, the only remnants of it being you and the Captain.

What was underneath the mirage━ or you should say, the fact that it was a mirage at all━ only disturbed you and increased your perplexity.

Slightly hunched over and breathing heavily, it took a minute to process where you were, but you noticed that now the two of you stood in a formal room that looked like it was used for important meetings. The lights in the room slowly started to brighten, most likely due to motion sensors. Even with Aizen's scent lingering in your nose, you could still pick out a rather stale aroma that hung in the air like dead fruit that hadn't fallen off the tree.

"Is . . . this Cen . . . tral━ "

"You are correct. Where we currently stand is the assembly hall for Central 46, the judicial power of the Soul Society. All judiciary as well as legislative trials and proceedings are held here."

All around the room were seats with partitions, the kanji for 1 through 46 printed on them. In the seat for the 19th member, your gaze caught onto something on the translucent barrier. It was a little farther up so you had to squint your already blurring vision to see it properly.

You saw, and your heart promptly sank as a result, eyes widening once more.

There were splatters of a dark colored substance on the partition━ undeniably blood. And the lithe, bony fingers of an older man laid lifeless, peeking out from the side of the screen like the appendages themselves were trying to escape from the body they were attached to.

That man . . . was dead. That stale aroma you smelt was the stench of death.

It was only after that unsettling epiphany did your eyes dart frantically around the room and realize that every member of Central 46 was dead.

The disturbed expression on your face only intensified as your stare was pulled back down to where Aizen's blade still resided in your body.

" Cap.....Aizen," you uttered, swift to correct yourself. All the moisture in your throat dried up like water underneath the unrelenting rays of the sun. You kept gulping your saliva in an attempt to assuage the sensation, but relief only last for a fleeting few seconds. "Did you ━ you killed them . . . didn't you?" Your question was laced with shaky hesitance and swelled with apprehension, fearing that you already knew his reply even before he answered.

There was a moment of silence and a hum before he replied. "Smart girl."

The muted mirthful tone in his voice sounded like sarcasm, and it was enough to finally draw your attention away from everything else and directly look at him. Almost instantly, you regretted it.

His umber tinted gaze was colder than you remembered. You couldn't find anything in his eyes that hinted that all of this was just a big misunderstanding, or a dream, or that Aizen had a secret sense dark and complex humor.

This was your first, and apparently your last time, that you have ever felt a fear such as this. Your mind was struggling to comprehend this was the same Aizen that spoke with you so gently, full of encouragement and wisdom. The same man that recommended you books to read and gifted you tea to drink and gazed upon you like . . .

Well, none of that mattered now. In this moment, Sōsuke Aizen wasn't the same man anymore. This Sōsuke Aizen was someone else, and it frightened you.

"When?" you croaked, your voice no longer sounding like your own. Nothing felt real anymore. "W-When did you . . . . . how? Why?"

Another noncommittal hum resounded from the spectacled man as he closed his eyes, feigning the action of thinking of an answer. When he reopened them, his narrow gaze returned to you.

"Everyone in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads was previously aware that the ability of my zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu, allowed me to confuse the enemy using bodies of water, mist and even moisture in the air in order to attack. However, that is not my zanpakuto's actual power; there is more to it than just simple confusion. Kyoka Suigetsu's true power is Complete Hypnosis. Essentially, when someone looks at my blade, I am then able to take control of that person’s five senses, causing them to believe that something is real ━ or that something isn't real. In a way, once glancing at my unsheathed zanpakuto, that person forfeits their sense of existence to me. Kyoka Suigetsu is quite flawless in its deceptive abilities."

A heavy silence, aside from your uneven breaths, endured in the space between both of you. You didn't need him to spell out what he was trying to say.

It was all . . . . an illusion. A convoluted, premeditated illusion. And you walked right into it without even knowing or considering, that it was all fake.

The Fifth Division Captain inwardly smiled at the despair clearly written on your face as he watched you mentally put the pieces together. He took your lack of reply as a sign to continue. "The members of Central 46 have unfortunately been dead for quite some time now. And as for your question of why......"

The taller man stepped towards you which inadvertently (or purposely, you began to fear), drove his sword deeper into your abdomen without warning and slight force. You bit down on your bottom lip hard to stifle your exclamation of pain. In an attempt to somehow resist him, with the little strength you had left, your hands automatically took purchase in his oversized sleeves, but it did nothing. You found it ironic that you could feel how warm Aizen was underneath his robes, but his soul was anything but.

" . . . . I believe I already mentioned it earlier, yes? All flowers die eventually and the weeds......must be removed."

At that moment you remembered that tugging sensation that told you something felt off in some instances whenever you talked with Aizen. This must have been what it was. Damn it all. You still didn't understand exactly what bad things Central 46 and the Soul Society have done to cause his actions, but based on what you've been told and your current position, it must have been heinous. Again, you actively swallowed the urge to vomit.

"You . . . you lied. I can't believe━ how could it have all b-been a lie?" Another nasty cough rattled your body, followed by a shiver and a groan.

The brown-haired man slightly tilted his head, like he was truly confused. "Lied? Hmm, well. I suppose you could put it that way based on your limited knowledge of the circumstances, but I wouldn't put it that way. Besides, this isn't really about truth or lies. It is, and always has been, only about the reality of what is. And what is, is that you were unable to anticipate my deception. No one could, because it was outside the domain of your thoughts. What is, is that the current way the Soul Society operates is tainted, and I shall be the one to remedy it."

You drew another shuddering breath and looked down at the ground with a grim expression as your blood continued to pool at your feet. Briefly, you even considered unsheathing yourself from his blade and take the chance to make a run for it, but the chances of you making it to the outside world, let alone coming across someone before you bled out and died were slim. Besides, it was clear that you couldn't even trust your own senses anymore after Aizen demonstrated that he had complete control of your reality.

Which reminded you of something else.

" . . . when?" you asked the same question again, but much quieter than before, despair palpable in your voice. 'When and how did you subject me to your zanpakuto's Complete Hypnosis?', is what you were really asking. And being as intelligent as he was, the spectacled man understood.

Abruptly, with a large palm on the small of your back, Aizen used his gentle hold grip to pull you towards him in order to close the remaining distance, causing him to drive the remaining length of his zanpakuto all the way through until the tsuba of his blade rested against your stomach. You looked like a skewered piece of meat.

You didn't have the willpower to hold back the piercing shriek of agony and physical anguish as tears sprung forth from your eyes. You could no longer tell if your blurry vision was due to your tears obstructing your sight or if it was from being a step away from death's door.

"Do you remember . . . the first time we met?"

The hand that rested on your lower back slowly glided upwards until his fingers found your jaw. With a tenderness that reminded you of a time before his betrayal, he lifted your chin and guided your gaze to look at him directly. His thumb moved to graze your bottom lip just as you've done mere hours ago━ as if he knew that, as if he watched you do it. His thumb was dangerously close to slipping inside your mouth and that both excited and scared you. Your breasts against his, your breaths synchronized with his, your body and his were fully pressed against each other and it made focusing on his question more difficult.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The first time . . . we met? Sure, with a little bit of effort you could easily recall the first time you formally met Aizen. It was sometime in the spring, and you remembered him running through combat formations with his lieutenant and the rest of his squad. But why d━

A silent gasp left you. Another epiphany, another figurative blade piercing your heart.

Battle formations, and he . . . offered you to join them . . . his zanpakuto . . . . .

Confusion crumbled away, and was replaced with vacant horror and sadness. It seems you've already been defeated, for many, many years now.

Aizen seemed to murmur something under his breath, a pleased sound you couldn't quite decipher. His mouth brushed over yours, rendering you literally speechless, before he closed the distance and brought your lips together. You could barely process what was happening.

It was ironically tragic how soft and skillfully gentle his lips were against yours. The kiss felt longing, like a departure between two sweethearts and their last meeting together. It also felt heavy and final, making you want to cry.

And you did. Silent tears streamed from your eyes and rolled onto the fingers that still held your face so affectionately. The captain reacted by guiding your chin up a little further, dipping his head a little lower, so he could deepen the kiss. You weakly scorned yourself for thinking about how the two of you must really look like lovers now, sans the sword sticking out from your back.

Oh, how cruel this was; how cruel he was. It was cruel for him to kiss you like this, hand still splayed on your back like he needed to touch you stay sane. And how cruel it was that still managed to enjoy it, even as you stood there dying. Your lips moved together in tandem, slow and almost passionate, all while tears stained the apples of your cheeks, drying up the plush youth that once resided in them.

Aizen's tongue had slithered its way into your mouth, and you suddenly felt like crying harder. There was a tart, sweet flavor lingering on his tastebuds, and you absently wondered what is was. Perhaps hibiscus from tea, you surmised. And he too tasted the sweet jasmine and citrus that clung your tongue and lips. At this, he chuckled quietly into your mouth, humming before retracting from you by a few inches so he could speak.

"I knew you would like the tea. It's sweet and flavorful, isn't it?" You hated how low his voice was, how its timbre pleasurably vibrated and rumbled against your lips, and you hated that lidded stare he gave you. You again thought it unfair that you couldn't even revel in the rare sight of Aizen's lips slightly wet because your lips were intertwined with his.

"I have to thank you for humoring me and my recommendations. I really appreciated it. And I also," you winced loudly and cried out in affliction as Aizen finally began to withdraw the sword from your body, "must to bid you farewell now. It seems you don't have any more time left, and this has dragged on for longer than it needed. I'm not surprised you've held out for this long, as I already knew you possessed commendable strength. But alas it wasn't enough. I am sorry that you have to die; it's rather regrettable that you happened to be that blade of grass that ended up underneath my foot."

Another wail was yanked from your chest as he steadily removed his sword from your abdomen. The pain was becoming excruciating, you would have collapsed by now if the taller man weren't holding you.

You saw two things before the light in your eyes had all but faded away. The first were the colors of faux pity and apathy that swirled in Sōsuke Aizen's irises, spiraling like a storm that was certain to wreak havoc in its wake. His gaze was devoid of any regret or remorse; the final metaphorical nail on the coffin. The second was a small smile.

But this wasn't one of his smiles you were familiar with. No wait . . . . the one you knew was simply a veneer of what is.

This smile was slanted, the corners of his lips tilted upwards and was sharp. Sharp enough to cut open your already gaping wound further and completely tear you apart, spelling out your demise. It looked insidious as if it were hiding razor-edged fangs. This was what is; Aizen's real smile.

"I. . . I see. Aize. . . ." were the last words you were able to manage. You didn't have the strength to be upset or hurt any longer, so you gave in to the exhaustion.

Your body permanently relaxed, long lashes veiling your now empty eyes as your arms lifelessly dropped to your sides. The captain found a disturbing amount of pleasure in his name being the final word you attempted to speak before succumbing to the sleep of death.

And even after the fact, the facade of doomed, star-crossed lovers persisted as your body slumped backwards. Aizen's strong forearm wrapped tightly around your waist being the only reason you didn't fall to the ground in a puddle of your own blood.

That day was the last anyone saw of you, your zanpakuto still laid idly in your room, its spirit destined to forever wander in the afterlife between worlds alone, eventually fading from existence without ever feeling the presence of its master again.

They had declared you missing by the end of the next day. Lieutenant Hisagi was probably the most perturbed about your sudden disappearance. Days, weeks passed, and they never located you. The Gotei 13 was left unsettled by the lack of progress, but ultimately had to rule your case inconclusive. Some believed that you were simply killed by a stray hollow, or even ran away from your duties because of the stress.

The news of what happened spread like wildfire across all the squads, that a high-ranked officer just up and vanished without a trace. The spirits and morale of the thirteen companies dampened, sorrow and worry swelling like a festering boil.

And that boil burst when Ryoka infiltrated the Soul Society, and when it was revealed that all of it was carefully orchestrated by Sōsuke Aizen.

Like a blade of grass that somehow snuck into one's sandals or in between their toes, during his time in Hueco Mundo, images of you flashed in his head at unexpected times when his mind was quiet. He'd remove the grass, tossed you aside, and moved on with his day. There was no room for you in the grand scheme of things. Such reminisces were beneath someone like him.

And yet.

He'd always find another piece of grass from the greenery he stepped on whenever he advanced a step in his plans. There you were again.

It was common knowledge that if you kept repeating the same action over and over, it will eventually wear you down.

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It was dark, and there was nothing.

There had been nothing for quite a long time now. Utter darkness and the abyssal shade of black engulfed every inch of Aizen's body and surroundings.

He saw nothing, the seals over his eyes too opaque to let anything through. And even if they weren't obscuring his vision, he would barely be able to see three feet in front of him; there was seldom a few lanterns in his cell to begin with. He felt nothing but the bindings that kept him imprisoned in one of the deepest pits of the Seireitei. At times it felt like even his internal organs had stilled in their functions. He heard nothing but the unrelenting quiet of his cell within Mugen's maw. The only thing that served as proof that he hasn't spontaneously grown deaf yet was the occasional muffled noise that originated from outside of the entrance. And even then, he could hardly hear much of anything.

Such is an ironic fate for someone who, with a stray thought and a glint of his blade, could control someone's senses and take away their free will to experience those senses in their reality. And now, he was stripped away of all of his in nearly every capacity.

Sōsuke Aizen was rendered stationary and stagnant, qualities he detested and were the antithesis of his ambitions and plans, perhaps even his existence.

Aizen had always believed in being in control of your own destiny and making your own choices; if you had the opportunity and the power to change something━ especially if it was something that was wrong, unfair or immoral━ then one should be able to move towards that goal by making change, even if by force. The former captain had always been intentional about his actions and his desires right from the start.

And yet, here he ended up.

Spending years strapped to a chair in this dark, cloistered hole, Aizen had nothing but time to reflect the reason for his arrest: that orange haired Ryoka boy, Ichigo Kurosaki. He had nothing but time to admit to himself and settle on the conclusion that his last battle with the substitute Shinigami . . . did something to him.

Fighting the Ryoka boy ignited something inside him that he previously believed would forever lay dormant.

The thrill of a challenge.

Adrenaline was injected into his veins with each clash of their swords, spreading far and wide across every inch of his body. It no longer reacted in the measured, calculative manner he had programmed it to, but with unadulterated, pure instinct and raw power━ all in an effort to not only withstand such potent spirit energy from his opponent, but to come out on top and win.

It made him feel alive.

Aizen's desire to be the victor in battle and in his philosophy━ to prove himself right━ both fueled him and consumed him so thoroughly it led to his own downfall. That was a rather difficult fact to acknowledge; so much so his head started to pulsate intensely whenever it crossed his mind one time too often.

All of it unfolded right in front of his eyes and yet . . . he didn't really see it happen.

As time passed during his perpetual incarceration, with hooded eyes, the former captain spent an unfathomable amount of time tossing and turning every single event that led him to this underground prison, even pondering his temporary release by the Head Captain Kyōraku to fight in the war. Scenarios both minor and significant displayed itself in front of his mind's eye as if he were watching a film.

Every so often, a blurred visage of your image would make a brief appearance, like the flickering sparks of a match before they were able to come to light, fading away into the void and were overshadowed by his other thoughts. It was as if his own consciousness and intentionally muted any manifestations of your existence in his memories. As if he wasn't able to or allowed to see them━ to remember you for too long.

Mentally reliving moments from the last several months, years, decades, centuries━ trying to analyze each moment and decipher where it could have went wrong━ turned out to be quite an exhausting task. His mind and body would grow heavier with inertia, and eventually he would succumb to the alluring pull of slumber. After some time he would rouse from his sleep, and continued from where he left off.

These were his daily activities day in and day out (even though he had trouble distinguishing day and night in his chambers) for years. He saw a positive side to it though. He'd instead think of it has him getting stronger because he had spent so long . . . thinking. Ruminating. Contemplating every possibility in the past, present, and future. His mind would become as sharp as his zanpakuto.

Aizen had always been intentional about what he did, what he said, and how he conducted himself. He was sure in his abilities to orchestrate an image━ a belief for others to have faith in, and act on it in order to further his goals. He was always sure in that image, knowing who he was and what he stood for.

Or at least, that's what he thought.

Aizen wasn't consciously aware that his certainty in this crafted image had already begun to waver. He could not and was unable to anticipate how severe these small fractures had become until after a certain lieutenant paid him a visit outside his cell of confinement, right before he was scheduled to be thrown back into that dark hole of the Mugen.

Lieutenant Shuhei Hisagi was quite emotive when he burst through the doors. His expressions were contorted in volatile mixture of frustration, anger and sadness. His emotions were every which way, directed at everything that has happened so far, including himself. He was especially emotive at Aizen specifically for what he did to former captain Kaname Tosen and 'corrupting him with his twisted ideals.'

Aizen found amusement in that.

Before he was rolled away by the punishment force and therefore out of earshot, a particular set of Hisagi's words caused the small, content smile on his lips to uncurl ever so slightly. "Everything . . . and everyone that has ever gotten themselves involved with you has been trampled on by you and your ideals one way or another, and they all end up dead. If you think what you did to Captain Tosen was justified━ to call it mercy . . . . . then there is truly no justice in this world. You will . . . forever be the enemy in my eyes."

There was a trembling anger in his voice. Pain that wanted to cry out and be set free but, the thin lid of reason prevented it from doing so. And after a moment of silence, the corners of Aizen's lips curved upwards once more. A little bemused, a little more wolfish this time. He maliciously imagined Hisagi's reaction if he ever discovered the true reason for your disappearance.

But instead, all he said was. "What an interesting thing to say, Shuhei Hisagi. Your conviction is admirable." Any evidence of emotion that might have been reflected in his sepia irises was swallowed up and obscured by the darkness of the Mugen's jaw.

The cracks in Aizen's sense of self, in his beliefs, in the image he invented started to cave under the weight of Hisagi's words before he himself realized it was happening. They were like stains in the fabric of his mind that refused to come out.

What puzzled him more, was that with each attempt to figure out just why Hisagi's words echoed in his mind, they all lead back to you, the third seat of the 9th squad. Annoyingly so.

The tattooed lieutenant hadn’t said anything particularly profound ━ at least, Aizen didn't think so. Your name didn’t even fall from his lips. So why were memories of you and your likeness the only clear thoughts he could make of Hisagi's speech? Was it because he was aware of how close the two of you were? He doubted the reason were that trivial and insignificant.

His thoughts grew more discordant by the day, his soul a little more weighted than usual. Perhaps these new seals that Urahara had fashioned actually had an effect on him, Aizen thought. It made sense. His intellect, other than his own, were the only ones capable of creating such effective restraints.

After a while, he had a revelation. This was a different kind of weight.

This heaviness, the closest word he knew to describe it as . . . . was loneliness.

Time taunted him as it seemed to drag on━ Aizen grew even less sure of how much━ when he came to this realization. Hisagi's words were a clear mirror to the loneliness that echoed within him after what happened to you and to Tosen. It was so . . . potent, that it seemed to strike some chord in Aizen he had never heard before.

Such a chord, this sound of loneliness, it was strange and uncomfortable; he wasn't very fond of this sensation. He'd try to scrub it away, but it was all for naught.

His eyes had slid shut at some point, his ruminations leading to dead ends and wearing him down. And, almost as expected, there you were again, in all your translucent glory. The hem, the sleeves, and even the smell of your yukata slowly dragged across his dreams, haunting his thoughts like a lonely wraith.

And Aizen hardly dreamt of anything.

When he regained consciousness he was plagued with yet another epiphany. An additional reason behind this newfound depth.

Aizen's own loneliness. Guilt. Much to his own quiet horror.

How foreign and unusual a thing like guilt is. It was like looking into a mirror and not recognizing something you had never noticed before, but wondered if it had always been there.

But the thing Aizen did recognize, how lonely he actually felt, was something he had hoped would never resurface again. It was a notion he hadn't had the time or regard to consider━ 'loneliness'. Its only purpose, if any, was solely to serve as a motivator. At times though, it was more like a hindrance.

Something akin to nausea slowly started to bubble up in the pit of his stomach, but he suppressed the sensation before it became any more intense.

What of his previous actions did he need to feel guilty for? He hadn't felt it then, so why would he feel it now? Again he ruminated such a question endlessly into oblivion.

The former captain had no doubts that his plan to remove the Soul King, and therefore the Soul Society's sins, were necessary.

Nor did any hesitancy about removing the opposition or dead weight━ whether shinigami or arrancar━ existed.

He certainly had no reservations against killing Kaname Tosen, for he knew the man well enough to know that Tosen would have been so thoroughly appalled with what he had become, it would have drove him mad.

So what was it, then? Why were such useless emotions as guilt and loneliness being amplified n━

"Y....know, S....."

Even covered by the seals, Aizen's eyes widened and his brows were slightly furrowed in distress. Had his mind finally tipped the scales of sanity and madness, to the point where he was hearing things?

It was quiet for several moments longer, before his senses caught onto the sound of water dripping onto a hard surface.

One drop at a time.

Its cadence a little too rhythmic to be natural. And for a second time, he heard that soft, ominous sounding whisper. Its voice a little clearer this time.

"You...know.....Sōsuke."

In the second it took for his eyes to flutter shut behind its seals to blink, when he reopened them, he was no longer sealed to the walls and floors of the Mugen, nor was he surrounded by every shade of darkness imaginable. His limbs and senses were finally freed to breathe for the first time in what felt like ages.

That relief was short-lived when his senses absorbed the unending landscape of water underneath his feet, water lilies lifelessly floating on its surface, and the dim sky illuminated by a full pale moon.

Aizen was in his inner world, and now he was aware of how he got here, or rather who brought him here.

"You . . . already know the answer to that question, Sōsuke." The voice was even more clear, its sentences more comprehensible. And it sounded it eerily like you.

Why the voice was impersonating your likeness had caught him off guard for half a second, but he realized it was only the work of his zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu.

An illusion it may be, there was an untouchable quality about your voice and how you spoke that even Kyoka Suigetsu couldn't replicate.

A few feet away from him, the water was disturbed by a being emerging from the depths. Ripples formed around a manifested version of his zanpakuto, who took the form of you, smiling ever so gently. The smile felt airy, and it didn't seem like the same one that haunted his dreams and every waking thought as of late. It felt....knowing.

Still, the former captain couldn't be bothered to maintain eye contact with his sword spirit, so he turned around and opted to keep his unreadable stare trained on the vast expanse of water and white lilies.

"It's been quite a while since I have stepped foot into this realm. There must be something you want . . . Kyoka."

The zanpakuto chuckled, it sounded like the way you would softly laugh at one of his clever quips. But this wasn't you.

He didn’t want to admit that something about that fact didn’t sit right with him.

"Judging from your tone, would I be correct in assuming you don't want to be here?"

Silence rang out within the soul scape, before Aizen interrupted it, his gentle voice colored a shade darker, and a little rigid. "And I fail to see the reason why you must take that form when you revealed yourself to me. Is your aim to get a reaction out of me? Or something along those lines?"

Your eyes━ the eyes of Kyoka Suigetsu━ narrowed at its master's back, as if they were trying to create concavities in his skull. But the expression was washed away the moment it appeared, the serene smile from before was back in place.

"You know . . . it's considered quite rude to not look at someone when you're addressing them. That, and when you deliberately ignore things they say. Your manners have been deteriorating, Sōsuke. Tsk, tsk."

Kyoka-dressed-as-you suddenly appeared before him, as if they had teleported. Even when they were in his peripheral vision, Aizen still maintained his stare off into the distant nothingness.

"Unless, you can't find it in yourself to look at me. . . that's correct, isn't it? It's because I look exactly like her, right?" The zanpakuto continued to provoke him, taking a step closer into his personal space.

With an exasperated sigh, his eyelids fell shut for a second, using that time to gather the strength he didn't know he needed, and directed his gaze to meet his spirit's. Aizen's face gave nothing away, but his heart lurched about his chest when his bronze eyes met with yours, or what was made to look like yours. The undesired affect it had on him was all the same.

"If you wish to chastise me about manners, I suggest you take your own advice. You didn't answer my first question, either: what is it you want? Why am I here?" Again the former captain chose to not address the other parts of Kyoka's statement. For the sake of his sanity and his thinning patience━ or was it to preserve his resolve?

Its smile widened a bit, moving another step closer to their master. God, Kyoka even smelled like you, mimicking your signature honeyed scent that Aizen didn't realize he found so intoxicating until this very moment.

"I called you here to save you from yourself."

Aizen remained silent, only narrowing his eyes in speculation. "Meaning?"

"Didn't I already say it earlier? I think you already know what I'm talking about, Sōsuke. You've always known."

Fate's pairing of Kyoka Suigetsu with Aizen was a match crafted from the spindles of heaven, but also a maddening curse pulled from the depths of hell, for they complimented each other a little too well. The zanpakuto was too perfect a reflection of Aizen and his soul, looking at it started to hurt his eyes.

His sword spirit insisted that he already knew the reason for his coming here, and perhaps he did have an inkling the moment the light of epiphany was shone on his profound loneliness and guilt. But that couldn't have been what it was referring to . . . . could it?

"You cannot feign ignorance here, my dear Sōsuke, however I do find it rather humorous you bother trying. If you'd like, I don't mind humoring you by spelling it out for you. I'd be glad to unearth the truth that you have buried in the most neglected corner of your heart."

"When you were . . . . subjecting yourself to such mental torment, it had an affect on this world as well. The ripples, the waves in this scape become quite . . . tumultuous." The nuances in your voice were perfected by his zanpakuto, but the way it talked sounded like a fog that was gradually closing in from over the horizon. The uneasy feeling that resided in his chest traveled down to his stomach, but Aizen's face remained steely, even when Kyoka Suigetsu took that final step to close the gap in between them. "And the reason for that, the reason why Hisagi's words rattled you so is because you regret killing that woman."

The creased line in Aizen's brow grew more prominent as he stared down his sentient sword spirit. With its breast pressed against his, they placed a hand on his clothed chest in a tantalizing manner, but he felt nothing. There was no warmth from its palm, much unlike when your hand touched him. There wasn't even a cool sensation either. Even minutes before your death, your touch brought a soothing heat that permeated through his shihakusho and penetrated his skin.

Kyoka's face grew nearer, their smile━ although still tender looking━ grew cold at its edges, nearly resembling that of a predator eager to see despair reflected in the eyes of its prey. It didn't fit the graceful allure of your face at all, and seeing this expression deeply unsettled the former captain more than he would like to admit.

"You regret . . . killing me."

A chill tore through Aizen's body, the weight of Kyoka's words adding onto the heaviness that still hasn't been alleviated from his heart; he was hardly able to suppress the involuntary shiver.

Without warning, Kyoka's mouth suddenly became dangerously close to their master's, its lips brushing against his in a provocative manner. Aizen's expression darkened when he realized that it was reenacting his last encounter with you when you were alive. His mouth started to grow uncomfortably dry, despite his soul scape being full of moisture, and there was a taste on the back of his tongue that's been lingering there since he arrived.

The lilt in Kyoka's tone continued to taunt him. "That is the reason for your guilt: regret. You have been in denial. And in the spirit of unearthing truths, I suppose I can admit that perhaps . . . . I've been . . . . encouraging said delusions, adding drops of fuel into the flames of your emotions and ambitions. But after all that's happened, when it comes down to it there's no point in continuing this hallucination any longer. I've grown tired of this game, so it's time to for you wake up now, Sōsuke. I've brought you here to release you from your own illusion, to completely shatter it."

Aizen's back was as stiff as a board, not moving a millimeter when Kyoka's lips grazed his again. They were breathing softly onto his mouth, but he hardly felt any puffs of air.

The former captain was having a rather difficult time processing the fact that his zanpakuto had its own agenda and had been manipulating his emotions without him noticing. Specifically the emotions he felt towards you.

He never truly believed that such a thing was possible, one's own blade having such a deep-rooted influence━ no, control over their master. Or would it be more accurate to say that he never expected himself to be controlled to such a degree? He that prided himself on being freed from the marionette strings of fate that were tied to his limbs and mind, he that relished being able to do what he wanted, think what he wanted, feel what he wanted━ or what he didn't want━ it was hard to believe that none of that mattered in the end.

Kyoka Suigetsu's deceptive abilities were indeed undeniably perfect. No one, not even Aizen himself could have anticipated that Kyoka's most absolute and complete hypnosis would be enacted on himself.

"Do you know now, Sōsuke? Do you understand?" Kyoka's voice was as soft as a whisper, but it couldn't hide the edges of its tone that were still sharpened from finding amusement of seeing the truth flash across its master's face. "You had destroyed the solution to your existential question of loneliness, before you could fully understand the question itself."

Yes . . . . . Aizen understood now.

He didn't bother acknowledging what Kyoka had said. His grim facial expression━ still, tinged with dolor, and paired with an indescribable, distant look his eyes━ said all that it needed to. His silence was as much as an admission as any.

Kyoka-dressed-as-you leaned forward again to fully close the gap between their lips and Aizen's. Tenderly, like the intentions of a lover, it spoke against his nearly closed mouth. "Have you figured it out yet?"

Nothing but quiet could be heard between them, as Kyoka's mouth moved about their master's face and placed something like kisses upon its surface, but not quite.

Aizen's cocoa-shaded eyes slide down to stare at his sword spirit pressed up against him. His gaze was hard, and yet something swam underneath its surface that his zanpakuto had never seen before. Melancholy, it guessed? They weren't quite sure.

Kyoka pressed on when Aizen remained quiet. "The taste in the back of your mouth. Have you figured out what it was? You know it quite well....."

Aizen's tongue grazed the roof of his mouth, sensing the rather unpleasant taste that has coated the inside of it. And within a moment, because he was faced with the current circumstances, Aizen had finally placed a name associated this particular taste. How unfortunate this was.

Upon his realization, Aizen's head lowered, and his brown tresses hung freely over his lashes. Perhaps it was so Kyoka couldn't properly see whatever remorseful expression painted their master's face, but it mattered not. Even from here, the sword spirit could already sense exactly what it was he was feeling.

And they loved it.

"It's a sweet and flavorful taste, isn't it? Quite lovely." Kyoka Suigetsu mimicked the exact words he uttered against your lips all those years ago when he tasted jasmine tea on your tongue, and sealed your death with a kiss. "It's too bad you don't seem to enjoy it anymore."

Aizen's chest continued to rise and fall calmly, and the hands of his sword spirit that rested there glided upwards to cup his strong jaw, caressing his skin with its thumb. Its phantasmic touch did nothing to stir their master.

"Sōsuke, do you know what the jasmine flower from that tea symbolizes?"

Aizen's lips were slightly parted, but again he didn't say anything. Instead, its corners twitched and lifted upwards by an inch, and he huffed softly.

Kyoka Suigetsu grinned in reply. "Good."

The next time Aizen blinked, he was plunged in darkness yet again. The restrictive feeling that swallowed his being whole had returned, and was an indicator that his zanpakuto had released him from his inner world. He was consciously back in the Mugen, back in this abyss they called a prison cell.

Kyoka was indeed as much as a formidable force in its own right, as much as, if not greater than Aizen himself.

The conversation he had with his sword spirit would be cemented in his head for all eternity. When he grew senile and began to physically wither away, the one thing that would remain vital like a young heart, was this epiphany that he had. This realization that he actually . . . .

As the chains of despair bound him tighter to the bottom of the metaphorical pit, regret and his loneliness corroding his flesh and spirit like metal exposed to moisture, a stray memory of his time in Hueco Mundo flashed in his mind. He recalled having tea prepared for meetings with his Espadas and he could not pinpoint when, but at some point, Aizen developed an aversion for jasmine flavored tea. For one reason or another, he no longer found its taste appealing; whenever he drank it, it always tasted bitter.

Now that reason had become painstakingly clear.

The binding on his mouth muffled a rueful chuckle at the though, and it trapped the flavor of jasmine on his lips.

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Calling Bleach men bro! ヾ(＠⌒▽⌒＠)ﾉ

- Grimmjow, Ichigo, Toshiro, Renji, Byakuya, Aizen.♡

[brittscafe]

could you write the one bed trope with aizen (fem reader)? and waking up to him with the ‘limbs intertwined on the sofa’ prompt? :)))

Aw, of course!!! :)

The two of you gaze down at the tiny couch in the room, eyes blinking with shock.

When the lady said there was a couch in the room, you figured it would at least be a pullout one. It's not. It'll barely fit the two of you on there, squeezed together.

You let out a tiny huff of air and shake your head. "No way. No way in hell are we both fitting on this thing," you speak with annoyance and Aizen lets out a tiny chuckle.

He finds your annoyance cute and humbling. His eyes narrow as your nose scrunches up when you meet his eyes.

"It's not that bad, y/n. Stop being a brat," Aizen sighs out, running his fingers through his brown hair and combing it back.

Your lip twitches at his words and your glare pierces his eyes. He pats the top of your head and you sink down in your figure. You scowl at Aizen as he plops down onto the couch, arms behind his head and a relaxed look on his face.

"Don't even think about touching me," you point your finger at him, sitting on the couch on the opposite end from him. Aizen snorts and shakes his head.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he sneers out and you roll your eyes. You tear your gaze away from him, curling up into a tiny ball and resting your head on the arm of the couch.

Aizen's eyes rake over your body and he cocks an eyebrow. Your eyelids become heavy and slowly close. Aizen watches carefully as your body falls into a sleep, your chest rising and falling.

He scoffs quietly and grabs the blanket. It carefully drapes it over your body and shakes his head with denial. Aizen rests his head in the palm of his hands, eventually drifting off to sleep.

Your body slowly stirs awake as the rays of the morning sun peak in from the window.

You're snuggled into something warm and...breathing. You knit your eyebrows together and force your tired eyes open. They adjust to the sudden brightness and your face grimaces.

Your legs are literally tangled with Aizen's, your head resting on his chest, and his arms are wrapped around you. His long brown strands of hair are hanging down his face and his lips are slightly parted open.

Your eyes widen and your stomach twists into uneasy knots. A soft blanket is draped over your body and you don't even try to lift your head up from Aizen's chest.

His embrace is warm and gentle.

"Fuck me," you whisper underneath your breath, closing your eyes and drifting off back to sleep.

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Hewwo! May I request HC for Sosuke Aizen with a very loving female s/o (the type to constantly say sweet things, give kisses hugs, make treats for him, etc.) Both sfw and nsfw, plz and thank you.

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Sosuke Aizen with a very loving Female s/o sfw and nsfw Headcanons

Fandom:Bleach

genre: SFW and NSFW headcanons

rated: First half is rated G other half is 18+.

warnings: Nothing really besides mentions of sex.

Admin Harmony🐯: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting!

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☆Surprisingly, Aizen actually doesn't mind all of the affection as long as the s/o does it at the right time. 

☆Like he wouldn't take joy into getting kissed repeatedly while he is busy setting up for the next step in his big plan or during an espada meeting.

☆But during his free time he will indulge into his s/o affections.

☆ He will let them cling onto him and give him kisses on his face. 

☆Secretly adores the sweet nicknames you give him and will also give some back. 

☆Darling, Sweet heart, Precious, and Gorgeous are his favorite nicknames to give his s/o. 

☆His favorite kind of nicknames are the ones that compliment him like Handsome, or Good-looking it boosts his already huge ego. 

☆favorite places to be kissed are the cheek, and neck.

 ☆Favorite places to kiss his s/o are forehead, lips, and nose. 

☆Doesn't mind if his s/o sits in his lap while he sits on his throne, he feels more powerful when his s/o does. 

☆Also loves it when his s/o plays with his hair and compliments it as well. 

☆Doesn't mind if his loving s/o pampers him such as making sweets, and definitely giving him shoulder massages. 

☆Overall, he doesn't mind having an affectionate s/o as long as they aren't doing it at the wrong place and  at the wrong time.

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☆ Aizen enjoys his s/o's affections the most when they are having sex.

☆He loves the feeling of his s/o's hands rubbing all over his body, slow and sensual.

☆kisses too, he loves that even more, just kiss him all over his body he will melt. 

☆He just loves indulging in the soft, warming feeling of his s/o.

☆Will also be just as touchy as his s/o, just the two of you touching each other's bodies is so romantic and erotic to him,

☆Will say sweeter nicknames to you and will allow you to say sweet names to him more.

☆My Love, Darling, My Sweet, Beautiful, Gorgeous are the nicknames he will give you.

☆Also he doesn't  mind cuddling as well, and will hold you tight all night long.

☆Enjoys slow, sweet, sensual sex just as much as rough sex. 

☆Will go slow and deep inside of you so he could feel every single crevice inside of you.

☆Will kiss his s/o all over they're face while doing so too, especially on the neck, he loves kissing his s/o there while fucking them.

☆Will praise his s/o so much, and tell his s/o how proud of them for taking him so well.

☆he will also stare into his s/o in the eyes lovingly as well.

☆Overall, sex with him would be pretty great ngl.

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[chiffiorra]

Aizen x female reader

Who more powerful then him but doesn’t use her powers alot so not many people know she’s stronger then him

Maybe both before betraying the soul society and las noches ?

Fluff pls

╰┈➤ Looks Like He Didn't Need to Worry

➜ Synopsis: Many wonder why Aizen doesn't bother to protect you whenever danger approaches. Then they later see the reason why.

➜ Pairings: 5th division captain!Sosuke Aizen x fem!reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: Established relationship, fluff, takes place before Aizen's betrayal, BAMF reader, everyone was too stunned to speak, Aizen is proud of you, Momo is adorable here

➜ WC: 660

➜ Note: i hope you love it friend, i did my best! short but sweet <3 also i'm not the best at writing fight scenes so fair warning lol

All of the members of the 5th Division knew about you, many even took the time to get to know you as well. No matter if they knew you personally or not, everyone in the division respected you because of not only your personality, but also because you were Aizen’s wife.

Momo especially loved you and would sometimes spend her free time hanging out with you and chatting with whatever came to mind and you too enjoyed her company as well.

However, there was a secret about you that no one in the division knew, not even Momo. If anything, the only other one other than Aizen that was well aware about your secret was Yamamoto if you counted anyone in the Gotei 13.

The truth about you was that you were strong, stronger than your husband even, but rarely ever displayed your strength as you were not that much of a fighter compared to him. It left many wondering if you could truly fight or were just weak in general. In fact, Gin even asked Aizen after a meeting ended on what would happen to you if you were in danger and he wasn’t around to save you.

Your husband’s response? He just laughed in Gin’s face and responded, “If anything, the enemy should be worried about facing her. She wouldn’t be in any danger, the enemy would.”

Gin was admittingly a little intrigued as to what he meant but didn’t press any further as he watched the other man walk away from him. Seems like the mystery of your capabilities to fight was going to have to remain a mystery for possibly a century longer.

That was until one day.

While the Seireitei was under attack and the Gotei 13 assembled their forces into battle, Momo did her best to defend you from an enemy. Little did she know, you would sneak away from her while her back was turned, seeing this as a chance to join in. Sure you usually avoided conflict, but it was time to see if you still had your skills after so long.

All the while Momo frantically began to look for you after she took down her opponent, only to come across something very shocking.

There was you, standing over a man that dared to attack your husband and you had him restrained. To her surprise, you had used Bakudō #4: Hainawa on said man, keeping said man immobilized.

To Momo's greater surprise, Aizen was watching the scene in front of him with a glint of amusement in his eyes. This was funny to him?

"Sneaking up on a man? How sad can you be?" you asked, glaring down at the enemy. The man who looked up at you with anger now looked at you with fear as you began readying your next attack, much to your husband’s glee.

And Momo wasn't the only witness; some other division captains, including Gin, were also bearing witness to this one-sided beatdown. Everyone's eyes widened as they watched what happened next.

"Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi." (A/N: drop an "f" in the chat for Sajin as he's the next victim later on)

Everyone couldn't believe it, that spell you used was a difficult spell that drains the user after the spell is done! How was this possible?

All were surprised except Aizen of course, he knew that you were more powerful than him even though you didn't show it. And when you did? It was enough for him to tremble the slightest, he couldn't wait to leave the Society with you.

That day everyone learned that you can hold your own. As for Momo, she was all the more gleeful to witness what went down in front of her eyes. She even hoped to maybe learn from you one day.

All in all, everyone, even Gin, was shocked with how strong you were, even more so when you brushed off the aftermath like it was nothing.

[ghost-party]

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Pairings: Sosuke Aizen x F!Reader, Kisuke Urahara x F!Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: transactional relationship, sugar daddy arrangement, age difference, power imbalance, possessiveness, marking, collars, choking, oral sex (male receiving), teasing joke about pet play, alcohol, drunken behavior, tipsy reader, smoking, intimidation, manipulation

A/N: This chapter was so fun to write, mostly because I've been looking forward to Kisuke's introduction. 😁 IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!

“We’ve been invited to a Halloween party.”

You roll over onto your side, the sheets tangling around your legs as you look up at Sosuke. It’s a Sunday morning in late October, and the two of you have opted for indulgent laziness, lingering in bed long after waking.

He’s still reading his book, turning the page with a small flick of the wrist. “It’s an annual masquerade,” he explains. “Black tie.”

“Sounds like it could be fun,” you venture, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling yourself closer to him. As you rest your head on his hip, you can feel his body relax, as if your nearness calms him.

Reaching down, he slowly strokes your hair, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yes. And admittedly… I’d like to show you off.”

His eagerness to have you on his arm never fails to flatter you. Turning onto your back, you prop your head on his thigh and stare up at him, admiring his profile as he turns to take a sip of coffee.

“You said it’s annual. Do you go every year?”

At that, Sosuke’s expression changes. He frowns and sets his mug aside, his gaze almost distracted as he glances down at you.

“No. The host is… an old friend.” The smile he attempts better resembles a grimace. “We have something of a complicated history.”

Feeling both concerned and curious, you reach up, gently prying his book from his hands and setting it aside. “We don’t have to go.”

But even as you say it, you begin to connect what all he’s told you, and a look of understanding crosses your face.

“Is that why you want to show me off?”

To his credit, Sosuke makes no attempt to deny it. His fingers continue to thread through your hair, the possessive glint in his eyes by now familiar.

“Can you really blame me?”

He gives your hair a tug, enough to make you arch your neck. As he traces the marks he’s left there, he murmurs, “I’ve always taken a perverse pleasure in seeing others covet what’s mine.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you relish his touch, the lazy slowness of his fingertips gliding across your skin. “What makes you think he will?”

He falls silent for a long moment before quietly answering, “He and I are more alike than either of us would care to admit.”

With that, it seems your morning interlude has ended. Sosuke begins to shift beneath you, prompting you to sit up. When he disappears into the bathroom, headed for his closet, you collect the clothes you tossed over a nearby chair the night before. You perch at the end of the bed and wait for him, hugging your oversized turtleneck around yourself.

Normally, the two of you would spend the day together. But he informed you last night that he has lunch reservations with Gin and Kaname, followed by fencing practice. He’s increased his time at the club as of late, preparing for an upcoming tournament he plans to enter.

“You’re welcome to stay here,” he says, walking back into the bedroom. He’s chosen a midnight blue sweater with a collared shirt underneath, his pants neatly pressed. Although he’s wearing his glasses, you know his contacts are tucked away in the fencing bag slung over his shoulder.

“That’s kind of you, but I should head home.”

In truth, you suspect it would feel strange, inhabiting his space while he’s not around. If he were truly your boyfriend, maybe you would feel differently. But regardless, it’s been several days since you’ve been able to spend quality time in your apartment. You can catch up on laundry and handle other “life admin” tasks, as Rangiku so trendily calls them.

Sosuke walks you out, an easy quiet stretching between you until you reach the sidewalk in front of his building. His driver is already parked and waiting to take you home, while Gin’s now-familiar Porsche Panamera idles right behind it.

You can see the man in question sitting behind the wheel, smiling — always smiling. When he waves, stretching his arm out the window, you manage a half-hearted one in return.

Your attention is dragged away when Sosuke’s thumb and forefinger tip your chin up, prompting you to look at him. 

“Later this week, we’ll go shopping.”

The softness of his voice tells you he’s interpreted your discomfort as disappointment, assuming that you’re feeling reluctant to let him leave. “We’ll find something perfect for the party.”

You nod and force yourself to smile, allowing his nearness to calm you, just as yours does him. “Okay.”

“Ah… I almost forgot.”

Hefting the fencing bag a little higher on his broad shoulder, he reaches into his back pocket, retrieving his wallet. “I left my checkbook upstairs, but I have cash.”

It feels as if your stomach is twisting in on itself. Of course. He needs to pay you.

Because that’s all part of the arrangement, isn’t it? It’s easier to accept his checks and deposit them using your phone, the process so quick, you barely have to think about it. But having crisp bills pressed into your palm in broad daylight, in the middle of a sidewalk in one of the wealthier parts of the city… It feels wrong, like you should be embarrassed or ashamed.

He doesn’t seem to notice your shift in mood, bending down to press a kiss to your cheek before turning and walking away. Mechanically, you force yourself to slide into the backseat of his hired car, the driver already well aware of your destination. 

You know the only way things will ever change is if you talk to Sosuke. He’s always valued your honesty, the way you speak your mind around him, seemingly without hesitation.

This, however, is different. As you sit cross-legged on your couch that afternoon, folding a load of freshly-washed towels and barely paying attention to the midday news, you realize you’re afraid he’ll say no.

Maybe he likes things exactly the way they are now. He did tell you he doesn’t do committed relationships. But aren’t the two of you already committed, even in some capacity? Would it really change things that much to alter the terms of your arrangement and pursue something more emotionally satisfying?

Your gaze lingers on the stack of cash sitting at the corner of your coffee table — ten hundred-dollar bills — before your attention is drawn to the television.

They’re playing footage from a joint press conference held by the police department and the district attorney’s office. Having attended several of Rangiku’s work Christmas parties at her insistence, you recognize the DA, Jushiro Ukitake.

Despite his long white hair, tied neatly at the nape of his neck, you estimate he can’t be any older than 45. A soft-spoken man in private settings, he carries himself with stern professionalism when needed. And at this moment, it’s clear that he’s commanding attention with ease.

Standing beside him is another familiar figure, his hair just as white, though his gaze is hard and piercing rather than warm. Toshiro Hitsugaya, Rangiku’s boss and one of Ukitake’s ADAs. From what you’ve heard, he plans to run for district attorney in the next election, and Ukitake will give him his full endorsement.

Things seem to be wrapping up, with reporters still attempting to ask questions, even as both men join the police commissioner and exit the conference room. But the scrolling headline stretched across the bottom of the screen tells you everything you need to know.

ANNOUNCEMENT OF SPECIAL TASK FORCE, UKITAKE CRACKS DOWN ON ORGANIZED CRIME

This must be why Rangiku’s been so busy lately. You send her a text, asking if she wants to meet up later for drinks. Not expecting to hear back anytime soon, you busy yourself with putting laundry away and checking to see if there’s a yoga class you can drop in on.

You’re feeling restless, and you can’t exactly figure out why. Something about the news broadcast needles at you, like a thought that’s not fully formed, something half-conceived and impossible to articulate.

But you find yourself feeling more at ease when you check your phone, your other hand clumsily reaching for the yoga mat tucked away in the back of your closet, and see a photo from Sosuke.

He’s dressed all in white, his fencing jacket pristine, mask tucked under his arm. You can tell he’s fencing épée today rather than sabre, since he’s not wearing his lamé. Although you still consider yourself a fencing novice, listening to him speak about it at length has left you with working knowledge of the different weapons and their requisite equipment.

As you knew he would, he’s swapped his glasses for contacts, leaving his handsome face unobscured as he smiles into the mirror. While you’ve never been able to take a decent selfie that way, he looks like a model with his hair pushed back, his soft brown eyes seeming brighter under the fluorescents of the changing room.

I miss you. Dinner tonight?

You’re a little surprised, but at the same time, warmth blooms in your chest at the prospect of seeing him again so soon. 

A small part of you considers saying no and making him wait, exerting a little control. It’s not that you mind following Sosuke’s lead. More often than not, you’re happy to do so. But there’s a certain devious pleasure that comes from keeping him on his toes, and you suspect he enjoys playing the game.

That being said, after having to give up your time together earlier today, you can’t deny that you’re eager to see him. It is, at times, an uncomfortable truth: You’re greedy when it comes to him, his affection, his attention. He’s given you enough to make you crave more and more. 

Checking your inbox, you see that Rangiku still hasn’t responded. Even if she does and says she’s free, she’ll understand. She’s the one who’s encouraged you these past few months, after all. You feel reassured and excited as you type out a reply.

I’d love that. 😊

•••

Although you trusted Sosuke to help you choose an outfit that fit the requirements of the party, you’re beginning to wonder if it’s too much.

Much like the dress he selected for your outing to The Dark Room, this one skims along your body like a second skin, more structured in the bodice but flowing around your legs, aided by a rather scandalous slit. Paired with sheer, black thigh-high stockings and glossy black pumps, it makes you feel like a different person.

But the accessory that still has your face feeling hot, even as the car nears your destination, is a leather collar fastened around your neck.

When Sosuke came up behind you while you looked at yourself in the mirror, you glimpsed his smile first, the curl of his lips verging on wicked.

“I have something for you.”

Your own lips parted in surprise as he reached around you, guiding the soft, black leather around your throat. Once it was clasped at the back, you lifted your hand and gently touched it, tracing over the small, golden studs… and the small bell hanging perfectly in the center.

You weren’t entirely shocked. In the weeks since your first foray into more adventurous activities, Sosuke had you wear a collar several times. On an especially memorable occasion, he kept his fingers hooked around it, pulling it tight against your neck as you sucked his cock, all while he took a late-night work call.

But you hadn’t expected to be wearing one tonight.

“I thought it would be fitting,” he explained, reaching down and lifting your half-mask from the bathroom countertop.

Made of delicate black fabric with lace and gold lining, it curved up into two cat ears, a subtle touch. Sosuke’s mask, meanwhile, glinted with silver, its contours carved into the likeness of a wolf. 

“You really think of everything, don’t you?” you teased, your fingers still tracing along the leather.

“For purely selfish reasons,” he said, his large hands settling on your hips as he bent down. He gazed at the two of you in the mirror, looking pleased and prideful. “I wanted to see it on you. Now that I have, I’m inclined to never let you take it off.”

You kept your eyes on his reflection, even as you tilted your head and allowed your lips to brush against his neck as you asked, “What, do you want to keep me as your pet?”

A delicious darkness crept into his expression as his smile widened just a bit. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”

Now, he reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze as the car passes through a set of wrought iron gates. You shoot him a grateful glance before your attention is diverted, the house ahead of you seeming to emerge from the surrounding trees.

Perhaps because of the sleek modernity of Sosuke’s apartment, you had expected a similar structure, a sprawling compound made of metal and glass. Instead, it’s a large, old house, well-maintained but by your guess, built at least a century ago.

As the car joins the line snaking around the circular drive, you continue to look. There are windows of all sizes, some with curtains drawn, while others glow with warm light. The black paint has begun to peel in places, only adding to the gothic feel of the manor, with its peaked roof, heavy stonework, and numerous arches.

“What do you think?” Sosuke asks, his tone mild and difficult to read. Even when you turn to look at him, his expression is frustratingly placid.

“It’s a little strange,” you admit, withholding the fact that you like that it has a distinct personality.

It becomes even more noticeable when the car finally stops and Sosuke comes to your door, taking your hand and helping you step out onto the paved path. To the right of the house is a small greenhouse, and even in the fading light, you can see that it’s nearly full to bursting with plant life. To the left is a separate building that resembles a barn, though more modular in shape. 

“Our host is an eclectic man,” Sosuke explains as you follow a few other couples inside.

His assessment is only confirmed as you wind your way through the house, taking notice of mismatched rugs, bookshelves that look ready to buckle, random sketches and unintelligible notes tacked to the walls in places.

Your fellow guests seem entertained by the chaos and clutter, almost as if it’s decorative — a mad scientist’s lair or an occultist’s abode. But something tells you none of it’s affected. Maybe it’s the abandoned, half-full cups of coffee, or the occasional singes in the wallpaper.

You half expect the ballroom to be in a similar state. And yet, it’s a gleaming gem in the midst of a labyrinth of oddities.

Golden chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceiling, and wide windows overlook the edge of the forest. You feel less self-conscious about your outfit as you look at the other guests, the lushness of fabrics, the extravagance of silk and velvet, the sparkle of embellishments.

A string quartet plays in the far corner, and buffet tables line the walls, laden with an expansive spread of appetizers, desserts, and drinks. An enormous punch bowl catches your eye, and you watch as a petite young woman with green hair pours herself a cup, sloshing it down the sides. With a huff, the burly man beside her steers her away, shaking his head in apparent exasperation.

Sosuke’s hand comes to rest on the small of your back. You’ve both slipped on your masks, and as you look up at him, the wolf’s profile strikes you, glimpses of sharp teeth visible along its jaws.

“I see a few familiar faces.”

“How can you tell?” You’re only half-teasing, genuinely wondering how he can pick out anyone in the crowd based on the lower half of their face alone.

He simply smiles and leads you towards a group of people who turn out to be new coworkers, employed by a company that his own recently acquired. The tension is thick, but Sosuke navigates it with enviable ease, parrying clumsy attempts at passive aggression with amused disdain.

The two of you move around the room, sipping champagne and tasting hors d'oeuvres whisked around on platters carried by masked waitstaff. You make polite conversation with senior executives and socialites, people who wouldn’t give you a second glance if they passed you on the street. 

Many of them fawn over Sosuke, recalling a luncheon they both attended or a conference at which he spoke. They shower him with compliments, seemingly in an effort to gain his favor. But when someone goes too far, entering his personal space or outright ignoring your presence, he responds with an iciness that makes them physically recoil.

As the night wears on, you notice a shift. Voices are growing louder as guests continue to imbibe. Ties are loosened, shawls and jackets are thrown over chairs, and masks grow crooked as movements become drunkenly inelegant. You notice couples exiting the room, looking for a private place to indulge. The music swells into something more passionate, or perhaps that’s just how it seems.

You’re feeling tipsy, light on your feet as you hover near the edge of the dance floor, watching your wolf stalk his latest prey. With an apology, Sosuke slipped away to speak with a friend of a friend who just so happens to have connections with a rival corporation.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised. But it feels like it’s been so long since he left you here, trying not to sway in your heels as you people-watch.

You’re draining the dregs of your fourth glass of champagne when you feel someone’s presence beside you. Turning to look, you nearly step back.

Rather than a half mask, this man wears a full mask, white and skull-like in its visage. Its teeth are bared in a grimace, deep ridges lining both cheeks. On either side of it, you can see straight blond hair cut in a straight line that sweeps just above the stranger’s chin, or where you suspect his chin is.

“H-hello,” you stammer, betraying how startled you are.

His laugh is muffled as he lifts his hand and removes the bone-white face, revealing a wide, toothy grin. “Scared ya, huh? You looked like you could use some company.”

You don’t want to assume he’s flirting with you, though it’s difficult to tell from his expression, along with his close proximity. Your eyes flit down to his clothes, a matching black jacket and slacks paired with a dark orange shirt. 

When you don’t answer, he drawls, “Then again, if you’re bored, maybe you should check out the library upstairs.”

Your brow furrows a little. “I don’t know if that’s allowed…”

His grin widens. “Trust me, our esteemed host won’t care. Hell, he’s not even here.” He gestures around the ballroom, and for the first time, you realize he’s right. 

You’ve met countless people, endured tedious conversations, and played the part of Sosuke’s arm candy with practiced patience. And yet, you would remember being introduced to the “eccentric” founder of this increasingly-debaucherous feast.

Before you can come up with a response, your mind feeling fuzzy thanks to the expensive champagne, the stranger winks and dons his mask, shoving his hands in his pockets before vanishing into the crowd.

You look around, trying to spot Sosuke. But it’s no use. Maybe he took his business to a quieter room. The more the idea sits with you, the better it sounds, to escape for a few minutes and savor the reprieve before returning to find him. If I run into him on my way there or back, even better.

The air immediately feels cooler when you exit the ballroom, your heels thudding on the hardwood floor. A few turns lead you to a spiral staircase, and, remembering the stranger’s words, you hike your dress up and climb to the second floor, every creak seeming louder in the newfound silence.

Removed from the incessant noise, you sigh with relief, walking slowly as you glance into the open rooms on either side of the hall. One reminds you of a laboratory, wall-mounted shelves laden with vials of various liquids. Another is a simple bedroom, the covers messy, a rumpled red tracksuit left on the floor next to a baseball cap.

The library, however, is unmistakable, a large space full of wooden shelves overflowing with leather-bound volumes and paperbacks of all sizes. There are even stacks of books on the floor, heavy tomes layered in dust. The air feels thick with quiet, settling around you like a blanket. When you draw in a breath, you smell leather, something earthy, and a faint hint of sweetness.

You slowly walk down the center of the room, noticing that each section features a label, written in the same haphazard scrawl as many of the notes you saw downstairs. Feeling a breeze, you give in to your curiosity and seek it out, finding a small reading area at the far end of the room. It’s furnished with old armchairs, a threadbare sofa, and a window seat.

The latter is where you find a man sprawled out, his long legs crossed at the ankles. The open window is right beside him, the cool night air ruffling his sandy hair. A thin haze of smoke hangs around him, a pipe lying forgotten on the wooden sill. When he turns to look at you, you see that his cheeks are lightly stubbled, his bangs long enough to hang over his eyes.

“Hey there, kitty.”

His voice has a subtle roughness to it, though it’s not as deep as Sosuke’s. Amusement curls around each word, and his smile seems genuine and relaxed, almost as if he’d been expecting you.

“Trying to escape?” he asks.

You shake your head, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be wandering around.”

The man tilts his head, resting it against the window jamb. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

You can’t explain why you’re so certain of it, but you reply, “Because you’re the owner of this house.”

He looks pleased by your deduction. “Very astute.” With a little groan, as if he hasn’t moved in a long while, he folds his legs beneath him. “Care to join me?”

Initially, you’re hesitant. What if Sosuke is looking for you? You don’t want to be gone too long. But it would be rude to decline your host’s offer. And besides, you’re undeniably curious about him.

“The host is… an old friend. We have something of a complicated history.”

Hoping to learn more about what Sosuke was referring to, you nod and take a seat, carefully arranging your dress so that its high slit doesn’t shift and reveal too much. Even so, it isn’t exactly comfortable, the boning of the corset pressing against your ribs. Around your throat, the collar feels suddenly heavy.

The man extends his hand, and you readily take it.

“Kisuke Urahara, awful host and notorious layabout.”

Your lips curl into a small smile as you tell him your name. “That first part might be true, but I somehow doubt the second. It was hard not to notice everything downstairs.”

“My perpetual mess?” 

Kisuke rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, and for the first time, you realize he’s not even dressed for a party. His dark green henley is wrinkled, and he’s wearing loose cotton pants that resemble pajamas. Seeming unbothered by the chill, his feet are bare, and he rakes a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead.

“People are always telling me to get a housekeeper. But I’d never put someone through the agony.”

Recalling some of the more complex notes, quickly-scrawled equations and what looked like sketches of molecular structures, you ask, “Are you a scientist?”

Kisuke hums. “Sort of? I like to tinker. I have what they call a restless mind.”

Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees, hands falling into his lap as he fixes you with a bemused stare. “It feels like you’re asking all the questions here. Is this an interrogation?”

“Aren’t cats curious by nature?” you easily counter, scooting further back onto the seat so that you can fully turn and face him.

“Until it kills them.”

There’s no threat in the way he says it, his tone light and playful. But even so, it makes you briefly hesitant, at least until the liquid courage of the champagne reminds you why you’re here.

“Do you know Sosuke Aizen?”

To your dismay, Kisuke’s expression betrays nothing, that same lazy smile stretched across his face. “Yeah, I do. We went to school together — even roomed together during grad school, in this shitty little apartment off campus.”

It’s jarring to imagine Sosuke, always so immaculate in how he presents himself, living in a place even smaller than yours, surviving on cheap ramen and all the other poor-college-student staples.

Seeming to read your mind, Kisuke says, “That was a long time ago. I doubt he enjoys reminiscing about it.”

Deciding to jump at the opening, you tell him, “He said the two of you have a ‘complicated history.’”

That earns you a reaction, albeit a small one. His mouth twitches slightly, and his green eyes narrow just a little. “Oh yeah?”

“What did he mean by that?”

In hindsight, you could have been more subtle — eased him into the conversation, asked some bland questions to throw him off, tried to prompt him to give you answers without directly seeking them out.

But Kisuke Urahara is far from stupid. What little you’ve seen of his “tinkering” tells you that much, as does his former friendship with someone like Sosuke.

“I’m surprised you’re asking me instead of him. You’re rather close, after all…”

Your breath catches in your throat when he reaches out and uses his forefinger to flick the tiny bell hanging just above the notch at the base of your throat. It jingles softly.

“You might be wondering why I throw this party every year but never make a point of showing up,” he says, changing the subject with ease. “I’m less interested in socializing than I am in taking advantage of my guests’ loose lips.”

When your brow furrows, he continues, “It’s a perfect opportunity to collect information.”

“You mean blackmail.”

He shrugs. “It’s only blackmail if you use the threat of its release to your advantage. I’m simply a collector.” 

He lifts his hand again, this time using the lightest touch to trace the outline of one of your mask’s pointed ears. “Curious, even.”

“Some might say devious,” you counter.

Kisuke chuckles. “You’re one to talk, with the company you keep.”

Your reply goes unspoken as you watch his expression change, suddenly growing serious. Leaning forward even more, his voice drops to a low murmur.

“Be careful.”

“Why should she be?”

You quickly turn and see that Gin is leaning against the nearest bookshelf, his thin smile wide.

A mask carelessly hangs from one finger, its pale green scales glinting in the sparse light cast by nearby lamps. His silver suit matches his hair, though it contrasts with the black shirt he wears underneath.

Kisuke sits back, the picture of leisure as he turns his lazy smile towards Gin.

“The punch has a tendency of getting more lethal as the night goes on. One of the hazards of a good party.”

“Quite an assumption for a man who can never be bothered to attend.” Looking at you, his gaze narrowed, Gin says, “Sosuke’s been looking for you.”

The words almost slither under your skin, the implied questions enough to make you worry.

Why did you leave?

Where have you been?

What are you doing with Kisuke Urahara?

You stand up so fast, you wobble a little on your heels, and you feel something warm settle on your lower back — Kisuke’s hand, fingers splayed, palm flattened against the gentle curve of your body.

“Easy there, kitty,” he murmurs, and when you glance back at him, you see that his bangs have fallen back over his face, his green eyes bright with something you can’t quite name.

“So considerate.” Gin’s tone is mock surprised as you step away from Kisuke and slowly walk towards him. “Have you always been this kind?”

Kisuke shrugs and picks up his pipe, stretching his legs out once more. “What can I say? I’ve always had a soft spot for cats.”

Gin is silent as he leads you out of the library and back downstairs, his gait relaxed. It’s only when the two of you reach the staircase landing that he abruptly turns, taking a step towards you. You instinctively move back, pressing yourself against the wall.

“Let me give you some advice,” he says, cheerful as ever, even as he leans in closer, casting deep shadows around you.

“Stay away from Kisuke Urahara.”

You blink up at him, tongue-tied for a moment before you finally ask, “Why?”

The twist of Gin’s mouth makes fear spike low in your gut. “Because Sosuke doesn’t like sharing. Especially not with him.”

“I wasn’t —”

“Is there a problem?”

When Gin turns to look down the stairs, he moves just enough to clear your line of sight. Arms crossed, the masked stranger from earlier stands with one foot on the bottom step. His face is bare, mouth curved into a pronounced scowl.

Beside him is a man you saw earlier tonight, dragging a pouting girl away from the punch. His muscles strain the sleeves of his dark blue jacket, and his white hair is cut into a shaggy mohawk.

“Not at all,” Gin answers, spreading his hands in an innocent gesture. “We were just having a private conversation. Is that not allowed?”

“You’re an awful liar, Ichimaru.”

Gin offers you his arm, and you numbly take it, too shocked to do anything else. As the two of you descend the stairs, he airily replies, “What an ugly accusation, to say that I’m lying.”

When you reach the bottom, the rangy blond steps back, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and Gin.

“Besides, even if I were lying,” your companion drawls, tilting his head in a condescending manner, “I’d be superb at it.”

The taller of the two men opposite you jerks his thumb in the direction of the front door. “Better get moving. Your owner doesn’t strike me as the type to put much slack in your leash.”

Gin ignores the obvious bait and steers you away, his expression unchanged despite the confrontation.

“Who are they? Those men?”

You half expect him not to answer. But instead, he says, “Friends of Kisuke. Unpleasant, aren’t they?” He leads you through the living room and into the entryway. “Kaname always criticizes my manners, but at least I make an attempt…”

As he reaches for the door, a breath away from opening it, his voice lowers to a murmur.

“Don’t forget my advice. I’m sure you’ve figured out that Sosuke’s a possessive man.”

He turns to meet your gaze, and the fear you felt before responds in kind, a cold dread settling over you.

“And I suspect he has no intention of letting you go.”

[shanksbaby]

Hello may I request yandere aizen hc with human s/o ? For some reason I. Always think that when they call sosuke he melts right Away 🤓 thank you so much in advance

here you go!!

warning: yandere tones

Sosuke Aizen

he had his eye on you when he was still a captain of the Soul Society. He had gone to the human world on a mission. nothing he couldn't handle: killing a Hollow that was slaughtering humans and shinigami. If it had been up to him, he would never have handled such a humiliating business for someone of his level, but he shouldn't give suspicion.

you were about to become yet another victim of the hollow when he saves you. When he first laid eyes on you, he immediately felt that he was attracted to you, and it was a new feeling for him. The only one he's fallen in love with is himself.

but since he is a scientist he decided to explore this sentiment, and every now and then he would take a peek into what you were doing, if you were in danger, who you were dating etc. Over time he realized he was completely obsessed with you.

he would occasionally follow you around the streets of your city, being careful not to be seen.

when he betrayed the Soul Society together with Gin and Tosen, he came to get you: now that he finally didn't have to pretend anymore with the other captains, you could finally be his. And also since he planned to sacrifice the city of Karakura, and you were from there, he absolutely could not allow you to die.

besides, there were so many dangers that you ran into in the world of humans. You're only human so you couldn't defend yourself from hollow attacks, it's best for you to stand by his side.

in broad daylight so he snatched you from your apartment and brought you to Las Noches. That you were scared was an understatement, not so much for Aizen but for the Arrancar present, who looked at you (most of them) with annoyance.

"Now, I expect you to treat Y\N with respect, after all they are my partner"

most of your time in Las Noches you spend in a large room that you share with Aizen, who occasionally comes in to check that everything is alright. Every now and then you asked him to go outside but he shook his head like you do with small children and explained that it wasn't possible.

then you discovered his weak point, every time you called him Sosuke, he fulfilled your requests with limitations though. It seemed like calling him that kind of melted him, so you started using this weakness in him to get things done.

be careful not to use it too often or it will lose its effect: being a genius, he will notice sooner or later. It is true that when it comes to you he loses his mind a little.

[thewritetofreespeech]

For aizen and shinji(seperately ) how they propose x fem reader

Maybe for aizen he never betrayed the soul society or he is the soul king ?

Fluff plz

Shinji Hirako

��Geh….I forgot how hot these dumb robes were.” Shinji complained as he fluttered his new captain’s haori to get some air.

You smirk to yourself at his complaint. Knowing they were hollow. You knew Shinji was happier than he had ever been to be back in the Seireitei, in the Gotei 13, and back at his old post. It had been a long time. One neither of you thought would ever come. When you saw Shinji again after all this time, presumed dead, you’d burst into tears and clung to him for dear life as if to never let him go again.

That was almost a year ago, and now you were settling into your regular lives.

“Well, you look very handsome.”

“I always look handsome.” Shinji corrected of your compliment. Gritting his teeth when you set some new paperwork down on his desk. “Give ‘at the Hinamori.”

“It’s not Hinamori-san’s responsibility.” You retort with a grumble.

“ ‘course it is. ‘s what lieutenants and seated officers is for. Taken work off their poor capt’ins so they can focus on more important things.”

“Let me guess? Like your naps?”

“To name a few.” Shinji choked on his words when you wacked him in the head for his intolerance. Not appreciating your efforts to the division marginalized like this; even if it was a joke.

“Please see that these are completed by this afternoon.”

“[Y/N]-chan is so meeeeannn…..” Shinji whined. “Hey, wait a minute.” He called when he saw you were actually leaving.

You turn around, still in a huff, to see what he wanted and have to act fast to catch the small parcel tossed at you. “What’s this?”

“It’s a present.”

“This isn’t going to get you out of paperwork.” You grumble. Then open the box to see a small ring inside. It took you a moment to process what it meant before you looked up at Shinji in alarm. Who looked remarkably serious, and more vulnerable, than you had ever seen him before.

“I’m a pretty lucky guy.” He stood from his desk and walked over to you. “ ‘m back at my old job. I got my revenge. Lived a buncha years in the human world just amblin’ by like I always wanted to. But there wan’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of you.” He took the ring out of your hands, and then slipped it on your finger. “Haven you back…it almost makes all that crap worth it. So, will ya make me the luckiet guy in the universe and marry me [Y/N]?”

“Yes!” You answer immediately. Wrapping your arms around Shinji and kissing him fiercely.

You both hold on to each other for a while. By the time you break apart you had to wipe happy tears from your face. “I’m so happy. I can’t wait to tell everyone. Wait, we should tell them together. I’ll be back later when you’re done, and we can do that.”

“Wait? I still have to do paperwork?!”

“Yes Shinji,” moment over. “You better not have done this just so you could slack off. No take backs anyway. You’re stuck with me forever now.”

Shinji smirked and moved back to his desk. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Sosuke Aizen

*I know what you said, but.....BUT.....hear me out*

You laid in bed, waiting for Aizen to return after his shower. He’d been a little off today. Not enough for anyone to notice; to the untrained observer he looked like the typical, good-natured captain everyone knew and loved. But you were his lover. So you noticed things in him that were not as keenly aware.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You look up from the futon matting. Aizen walking in with a thin bathrobe on and still toweling his hair. “You have a big day tomorrow.”

“Is something wrong?” You asked him outright.

Whenever you wanted to get to the bottom of something with Aizen, you had to ask him outright. If you danced around the topic, he would dance with you, and suddenly you couldn’t remember what it was you had originally asked him about. “You’ve been acting odd all day.”

A soft chuckle left the captain. “Leave it to you to notice something.” He tossed the towel aside and reveled his handsome face, now that his hair was wet & pushed back without his glasses.

He came over to the bed and sat beside you. Gently taking your hand, which was for once not comforting. “You know I love and trust you more than anything, yes?” He said with a soft sort of smile. “So I’m going to tell you something I hope you’ll be pleased with. In 6 days, after Rukia Kuchiki’s execution, I’m going to overthrow to Soul King.”

Shock rang out through your body at Aizen’s words. You barely hear him over the ringing in your ears on how it will be done, the other captain’s betraying the Seireitei with him, when all this started.

“W…Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you to come with me.” He explained cheerfully. As if you had just planned some fun trip to the country. “The universe needs balance. And I intend to give it. With this new power I gain, I will create the world anew. The Seireitei and Gotei 13 will no longer be needed as they will be obsolete in this new world of order. An order we talked about.”

Yes, you had talked about how corrupt the Seireitei could be sometimes. How it seemed unjust that somewhere born into high states of privilege after their death, while others were forced to suffer. Who decided that? Didn’t all men die equally? But this seemed…..extreme.

Aizen then lifted your hand and kissed your ring finger. “I need you to come with me. Gin and Tosen are competent candidates, but they lack the vision you and I share. I cannot complete this on my own. A king needs his queen.” You were embarrassed to say that your heart fluttered.

Although you feared what Aizen was suggesting, what this may lead to, you still couldn’t imagine being without him. Not at his side. “Yes,” you whisper quietly as a single tear slid down your cheek, “yes I’ll go with you.”

[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❤️

[sashi-ya]

❀˖ KINKTOBER 23 MASTERLIST ㅤㅤㅤOct 15th - Oct 31st

ʚ 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 ɞ

- this list belongs to the fics posted from the 15th to the 31st of October. Unfortunately, Tumblr doesn't allow to have 31 links together in the same post, so this is the second half of Kinktober. For the fics posted on the 1st of October till the 14th, please visit THIS LINK: MASTERLIST OCT 1ST-14TH - mdni, do not copy, repost or translate without permision. - writing and posting 31 fics is a lot of work for us writers, please reblog, share and leave feedback! thanks ♡ - tag system as an extra tw: soft kinks 🤍 | mild kinks 💜 | hard kinks 🖤 |

❀˖⁺ OCT 15. wedding night ⋆ basil hawkins x f! r 🤍 synopsis. after the party, it's time to start the first night of your lives as one single soul.

❀˖⁺ OCT 16. strap on/ pegging ⋆ eustass kidd x f! r 💜 synopsis. sometimes even the strongest pirates like to leave their pleasure in their lovers' hands... or should I say strap ons?

❀˖⁺ OCT 17. sleep play ⋆ portgas d ace x f! r 🖤 synopsis. Ace is a man who would do anything to please you, specially if your body lays tempting by his side...

❀˖⁺ OCT 18. cumdump ⋆ kuchiki byakuya x f! r 🤍 synopsis. sometimes stress can be too much for the head of the Kuchiki clan... get ready, because when Byakuya gets back home you will have to help him release all that built up tension... inside of you.

❀˖⁺ OCT 19. humiliation ⋆ trafalgar law x f! r 🖤 synopsis. Law has built himself a reputation as the sadistic surgeon of death; well, there you are to prove why he gets called that way.

❀˖⁺ OCT 20. getting caught ⋆ shanks x f! r 🤍 synopsis. friends that secretly wish to be lovers. A party, some alcohol and a convenient pantry closer to your needy bodies... you are at risk of getting caught, but still don't mind.

❀˖⁺ OCT 21. fear play ⋆ äs nödt x f! r 🖤🖤 synopsis. toxic and crazy, fearless and frightening... Äs will do anything to have you, will you let him? -even if he doesn't really care-

❀˖⁺ OCT 22. writer's choice ⋆ adult! ishida uryu x f! r synopsis. an AU where Uryu becomes the ruler of the Quincy years after TYBW ends. A different type of king, that still needs someone to serve him.

❀˖⁺ OCT 23. medical play ⋆ kisuke urahara x f! r 💜 synopsis. Kisuke isn't a doctor, but he needs to learn more about the human female anatomy in order to improve his gigai prototypes... would you let him use you for the sake of science?

❀˖⁺ OCT 24. cock warming ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r 🤍 synopsis. would you let Aizen sleep inside of you on a cold rainy autumn night?

❀˖⁺ OCT 25. haki/reiatsu ⋆ shanks x f! r 🤍 synopsis. a friendly tug of war, of power and will; when bodies are joining, you will let Shanks win.

❀˖⁺ OCT 26. shower sex ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! arrancar! r 🤍 synopsis. serve your master, clean his body... give your body.

❀˖⁺ OCT 27. femdom ⋆ ishida ryuuken x f! r 💜 synopsis. and until Masaki isn't out of his head, fix his body, fix his mind, take control and drag him down.

❀˖⁺ OCT 28. fleshlight ⋆ a! kurosaki ichigo x f! r x a! ishida uryu 💜 synopsis. when your heart is divided in two, why chose one part... if you can have both?

❀˖⁺ OCT 30. cnc ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r 🖤🖤 synopsis. are you all alone late at night? bad, bad things can happen to girls like you

❀˖⁺ OCT 31. blood play ⋆ mayuri kurosutchi x f! r synopsis. like a drug running through your veins, that's exactly how much you need Mayuri...

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[wing-ed-thing]

Sosuke Aizen Relationship Headcanons Part II

A bit more in depth than my og Sosuke Aizen Headcanons @stygianoir​

Warnings: Gaslighting, Emotional/Psychological Abuse

💕 I dunno man, is someone who is so focused on their greater aspirations and who routinely uses the affection of others for his own benefit capable of something as selfless as... love?

💕Fondness is the closest you’re going to get and you’re getting it in either two ways: you’re viewed as so far below him and harmless or you cannot be disposed of yet and the fondness is begrudging

💕As someone who separates himself from the more menial things, Aizen finds your emotions funny. Little things meant to please him that actually serve him enough to not find you annoying. Your usefulness is a large factor in keeping you around as a pet

💕Or if you happen to be an interesting spiritual specimen. Either way, stand out just enough (but not too much) and blindly serve in an amusing fashion

💕Aizen likes asking you questions that you don’t know the answer to or perhaps only know half the answer to. He needles, pressing you for more information until you break down completely. Or maybe he just asks “are you sure?”

💕Will ask you complex questions in front of people because watching you get the answer wrong or squirm under prying eyes is also a part of his fun

💕And of course, if you somehow get upset at his psychological digging, he’ll tell you that you’re reading into things if he’s not telling you he didn’t say what you thought he said in the first place

💕Aizen is fond of the control and the sense of superiority. He may feel a sense of disappointment at the prospect of getting rid of you, but he will hardly hesitate to follow through if need be. That is the closest you will get

💕So you better keep amusing him or else

💕A less likely scenario is that the cards have aligned just right that both of you are backed into a corner and need to create an agreement of sorts. Explosive.

💕Aizen does not like sharing, let alone being forced to. Perhaps he’ll be interested in the game of it all, but if it goes on for far too long or obstructs an objective, he’ll quickly turn sour

💕He needs to win. He needs to come out of top. It’s not enough that he’s met a worthy opponent, he is not satisfied unless the challenge is great enough to challenge him, but not a power that he can’t eventually overcome in a timely manner

💕Perhaps he will admire your efforts and the attributes that make you a formidable obstacle, but any feelings of admiration will come from a strictly logical stance

💕Even if Aizen begins to develop a sense deeper than fondness, he’s not someone within a mindset to allow that to foster. Rather, he will likely channel that energy to more insidious and kiniving things

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[katsuma6]

Asking Bleach men for pics.

Always taking requests! ♡

[seireiteiqueen]

Welcome to Kinktober 2022 everyone. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut this October. 😈 If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

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Now take a peek at what’s to come in October. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Day 1 - Ass Worship || Renji Abarai

Day 2 - Anal Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 3 - Face Sitting || Ichigo Kurosaki

Day 4 - Dancing || Renji Abarai

Day 5 - Overstimulation || Renji Abarai

Day 6 - Master/Slave || Byakuya Kuchiki

Day 7 - Male Submission || Renji Abarai

Day 8 - Public Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 9 - Lingerie || Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Day 10 - Desperation || Renji Abarai

Day 11 - Piercings || Renji Abarai

Day 12 - Skype Sex || Shuhei Hisagi

Day 13 - Toys || Renji Abarai

Day 14 - Water Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 15 - Suspension || Kisuke Urahara

Day 16 - Outercourse || Renji Abarai

Day 17 - Knife Play || Renji Abarai

Day 18 - Hate Sex || Ichigo Kurosaki

Day 19 - Begging || Renji Abarai

Day 20 - Shower Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 21 - Daddy Kink || Toshiro Hitsugaya

Day 22 - Cum Marking || Renji Abarai

Day 23 - Thigh Riding || Renji Abarai

Day 24 - Rimming || Ikkaku Madarame

Day 25 - Shotgunning || Renji Abarai

Day 26 - Rough Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 27 - Size Difference || Sosuke Aizen

Day 28 - Outdoor Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 29 - Body Worship || Renji Abarai

Day 30 - One Night Stand || Isshin Kurosaki

Day 31 - Squirting || Renji Abarai

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