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Hisoka x fem!reader

18+

Smut, Shower sex, mentions of blood, established relationship, fem reader. Hisoka fucks you and then treats you right.

Third Person Pov

The sound of skin slapping together your moans were echoing against the shower walls. The warm water cascaded over your bodies as Hisokas cock was hitting your walls so good that it make your brain foggy. His hands were gripping your tits while is fingers were pinching your nipples hard. It stung but god it made you feel so good. His mouth was biting and sucking on the soft skin on your neck. He began sucking on the hickeys he’d given you the night before while he was pushing your body to its limits. The two of you had been going at it for a long time yet his pace never faltered. You swear this man his an incredible amount of stamina.

Suddenly you were being picked up and your back was pushed against the wall. His hands grabbed your legs and forced them around his waist, not like you were complaining. You then put both of your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his. It was a fiery kiss that sent pleasurable shivers down your spine. His tongue went inside you mouth which you let happen. His cock wasn’t inside you and you were aching without him. He knew this and you could feel him smirk against your mouth. After some more time of teasing you he thrusted himself into you which caused you to yelp with pleasure and pain. His pace quickened and you began moaning his name like a prayer while your hands began scratching his back. You knew he loved pain so you made sure that you scratched enough to make his back bleed. He began to moan loudly as well. His golden eyes met yours with a lustful and love full gaze. His hand came down and he started to rub my clit meaning he was holding you with one arm. You two kept this eye contact until you felt that familiar bubbling feeling and you could tell he was close too.

“Hisoka, I’m gonna cum” you moaned out

“Mmm good cum for me flower” he grunted

After a few more minutes you came hard on his cock. His name was moaned over and over again and your nails dug into his skin even harder than before. Then Hisoka came shooting his cum inside your walls while he was still thrusting inside you. You were on birth control so he knew you were okay with it. He thrusted inside you until his cock softened. At that point you had lost feeling in you legs. Hisoka turned the shower off and carried you out of the shower and put you on the counter.

He then grabbed your towel and started drying you off while giving your forehead a kiss. This was the Hisoka you knew. He was sweet to you and he didn’t say it often but you knew he loved you and you loved him too. He’s a very strange man, but he’s loyal to you which you thought wouldn’t happen when you two got together. But just by the way he’s looking at you know you know how much he cares for you.

After you were dry you took his towel which of course was pink and began drying him. His body looks like it was sculpted by the gods. Hisoka could tell you were admiring him because of how long you took to dry him. This made his ego get even worse than it already was. When you were done you reached up and pressed a long loving kiss on his lips and then looked into his eyes and smiled. He then picked you up once more and took you to your shared bed. The two of you cuddled while Hisoka talked about his abilities and how beautiful he thought you two were. Despite how rough he is, he always is sweet after the two of you have very hard sex. After a little while of Hisoka babbling you fell fast asleep. He noticed after a while and chuckled at your cute expression. He then gently kissed your cheek and looked at you before saying…

“I love you, my flower”

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🔪🔪🔪for aizen

🔞 MDNI | Aizen x GN!Reader (HCs) 🔞

TW: Yandere themes, stalking, manipulation, blackmail, blood & gore, reader put into a dangerous situation, possessiveness & jealousy, bodily harm, reader is referred as Darling.

This man is already terrifying without the added obsession, but with it? He's quite possibly one of THE most dangerous people out there now. Unless you can catch the red flags early on to do something about it, which would be futile anyway, you will never know this man's obsession with you until it's too late.

Everything he does is now centered around you and how he'll eventually get you to be his. All of his plans involving you are methodical, and he sticks to each and every little step without ever straying away from it.

It starts out with stalking, which he's incredibly good at doing. Whether or not you're able to sense him won't matter due to the fact that's he's a master at concealing his spiritual pressure. Doing so allows him to watch your every move so that he knows what you like and dislike, who you're close with, who/what you care about the most, etc. It's all a part of him knowing what he can use against you, if necessary.

His obsession with you brings forth immense amounts of jealousy with him. Gods forbid you spend your time with anyone, let alone any man that isn't him. He's not above killing anyone, as it's part of his plan to try and isolate you so that he can have you, and it doesn't hurt him at all when you're suddenly upset about the sudden disappearance/death of a friend or family member. He'd honestly get jealous over a pet as well, but he probably wouldn't kill it and would most likely threaten to so that you fall in line.

Aizen is definitely not above putting you into dangerous situations so that he can come to your rescue. He'll purposely send low-ranked arrancars to attack you, and he'll watch for a minute or two before he comes to your aid. He can't let his Darling get hurt, can he? At least not too badly, that is.

He understands your fear for him, but he honestly doesn't care. What he doesn't understand is the fact that you're ungrateful for his assistance. Should he have just let you meet your death at the hands of his arrancars? Absolutely not. It's not a part of his plan, and neither was the entire act of you struggling to come to terms that you belong to him now. Can't you see that?

No matter, he has a few tricks up his sleeves. He's quite the master of manipulation, so that's his main tactic to use on you, however, if that doesn't work, then he can always blackmail you. "Darling," he coos, "you wouldn't want to see me angry, would you? You wouldn't want to see everything and everyone you care for to just disappear, right?" He says it in a way that makes you wonder if he's joking or not, but considering everything he's already done, you know he's not messing around.

If all else fails, then he won't hesitate to harm you. Obviously, he won't hurt you too badly. He can't do that to his sweet Darling. Maybe just breaking a leg or both of them. You can't move around with broken legs, can you? Don't worry, he'll take care of you. He's all you need, anyway.

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request. @zella07 asked: Hello sashi ya how are you? I just saw the cotton candy event it looks amazing can I request Cinnamon scent Sōsuke Aizen x female reader can it be N s fw 😅 thank you tw. kinda +18, sexual memories. not really super descriptive. I feel a little sorry for Aizen, so, I personally like to write him that way since the scenario takes place at the muken when he is all tied up. don't cry, he still deserves a few spanks. Also, was he really dreaming? under an illussion?... 😏 wc. 988 masterlist.

Alone. because I am superior? Lonely. I’ll be always lonely. And it’s ok. But sometimes, even I, miss you…

Deep, deep down the pit the only scent is the humid smell of passing time. Brown eyes too powerful to be uncovered. Lips closed. Tied, tied tightly.

It doesn’t hurt, he can’t see without his eyes. He doesn’t need it. His solitude, is this enough to pay for the sins a god has committed?

Covered, completely covered. It’s a little heavy on his shoulders, but he doesn’t care. nobody can come closer or else he would be even more alone.

However, there is something changing. He doesn’t know what it is, nor he can sense it. He is to strong to even feel another being’s reiatsu. But that scent, that scent reminds him of his old captain days.

“It’s all been a lie; then why do I feel sorrow for those days?” he questions himself; he knows he never intended to be a Gotei 13 captain. Aizen only wanted to be treated like what he still considers he is, a lonely god.

“What’s been a lie, Aizen-sama?” you ask, holding a cup of hot cinnamon tea in your hands.

The man tied to that eternal chair flinches, he can barely move his head, his hands are almost melting against the armrests. It’s so painful, so hard to see him that way.

He can’t speak, but for the first time he is dying to do so, to break the ties… at least just for once, only one time, a last time.

Aizen, however, is sure that he is hallucinating. There is no way you are there; you cannot be there. By that time, his reiatsu could have crushed you and soon your soul would be turn to invisible litmus dust.

And he shivers. What if… what if he has done that to you? He panics, a god with such intellect couldn’t panic. The heart? He has one? Is it freedom what he is longing for? Or is it your touch for one last time?

The cinnamon scent is now present all around him, stronger, so delicious. His mind plays tricks on him, he remembers the way your naked back looked while resting on the floor next to him. Writing stuff he only wrote to play the game, the candle reflected on his glasses, and your naked body like a trophy.

Aizen feels on his fingertips, the twitching sensation of your wet lips surrounded around them. The sweet nothings he used to repeat to you, just to trap you, like a spider ready to devour his little pray.

Your moans that were a mere showing of your human facet. Looking down at you, as he used your body, the way your back arched whenever he rammed deep, deep inside of you. He always thought, he always believed, you were nothing but a piece of his masterplan, perhaps a simple pawn on his chess game. But Aizen now realizes maybe it wasn’t that way…

“Aizen-taicho, you want tea? I prepared a special blend” you always told him, waiting outside his office. And he swears he can hear you now asking the same.

And almost, as if it was only work of his heart, he begins to feel weak. Hungry for the very first time in his life. “Come closer, I won’t hurt you” he tries to say, to even mumble, but his lips are sealed.

“Can I sit on your lap, Aizen-taicho?” he listens, are you really there?

You walk towards his black straps surrounded body; he can feel your palm on his cheek. “Yes, yes… sit on my lap, please” he thinks, he could swear his eyes feel a little watery.

Aizen can feel your weight on his legs, he plans breaking every bone of his arms just to cut the ties that hold him still. In fact, you can hear the snapping sound of them. He is not using Hado, he could hurt you, he could kill you.

“Please, stop Aizen-sama…” you whisper, pulling down the reiatsu concealer ties over his lips. The moment you do, he takes a big gasp of air. It feels refreshing, and even a little intoxicating to get that much oxygen.  “Don’t hurt yourself, calm down…”

His lips are dry, and the slowly move. “(Nam- Name)?” he asks, amazed. When did you ever hear him being that way? Never.

“Yes, Aizen-sama… hush… please, have some of your tea. I prepared it just for you” you tell him, pouring little by little the cinnamon flavoured hot beverage on his tongue. He swallows, slowly enjoying it, like a balsam to his throat, like a warming hug to his troubled soul.

A drop falls from his mouth, staying there on his lower lip, right on the verge of falling. A drop you trap with your own lips. He shivers, and a little “huh” escapes his lips as a rough sketch of a moan.

“You are so sensitive…” you whisper, right on his ear. You notice how much he tries to pout; he tightens his jaw muscles. More, more, give him more of your lips over his.

“Touch me more, please” he pleads, so needy… Aizen Sosuke, needy?

You giggle, sexily, like a succubus that visits his victim on their sleep just to suck their energy through misleading lustful traps.  “More, Aizen-sama? Do you want a kiss? Or two?” you purr, coming closer, so dangerously close to a creature that nobody should be able to touch.

He can only emit sounds, after all, even if he is a god, he is a man too.

Your lips interlock with his, tongues dancing, so wet, with the back taste of cinnamon. He can feel himself becoming even weaker, but he smiles… and this time is genuine, it’s not a cocky smirk… is a relieved smile.

“(Name), thank you for coming…” “I will always visit your dreams when you need me, Aizen-sama… stay strong, your time is about to come”

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Better to Hear You With, My Dear (Aizen x Reader)

Synopsis: Once again stuck with grunt work, you find yourself shambling around the Serieitei. Ever-sly Aizen decides to join you.

Word Count: 885

Warings/Tags: None? One (1) curse word in the notes lol

Notes: Oh, you know. Just a scenario of Sosuke being a dick like usual. 

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Hi :) could you please write an hc about Aizen when he sees his so after really long time again (wadenreich arc) - @mazying

I’m not this far in Bleach so I had to do a butt ton of research! Hope it’s all right. NOT MY GIF

- Okay. Aizen is very manipulative and he plans everything, even his emotions.

- How he reacts upon seeing you for the first time in a long time depends on what he wants from you. It depends on how he wants you to think, feel, act, around him. The manipulation is so slow, so careful, that once you’re caught in his snare, there’s no way out.

- If he wants you to remain loyal to him, he’d smirk mockingly the moment his eyes fall on you, and he’d give you the safest, most secure hug. Not even the devil himself can harm you when you’re in his arms. He’d bury his face in your hair and breathe deeply, murmuring sweet nothings about how much he missed you and how much he loves you, etc. He’d paint you a picture with his words and you’d fall for them.

- If, however, you’re now no more than a hindrance to him, he’d again smirk mockingly when he sees you, his eyes full of ice, unwelcoming. He’d wrap you in a loose embrace, saying nothing as he gazes disinterestedly out into the horizon. Without saying anything, he’d make his feelings clear.

- In private, it’d be another matter.

- Once out of the public’s eye, he can act as he wishes, so providing he loves you and this isn’t part of his plan, he’d take certain… actions *wink* to remind you of his love for you.

- Even if his actions and words are cold, you can get the truth from his eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul, after all.

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aizen - moth to a flame pt. 2

+ aizen x reader

+ chapter two of this fic: moth to a flame << please read this first!

+ tybw spoilers below !!!

summary: war is looming and so are the ever-present memories of your ex-husband. aizen has officially turned his back on soul society and your marriage… at least that’s what you think. chance encounters with aizen amidst a century-worn war spark an internal battle that you aren’t sure you can win, and unconditional love and visceral hatred clash at the helm as you try to forget and move on—much to the dismay of your ex-husband, a man who, by every means, seems intent on winning you back.

“Are you ready?” Byakuya’s voice permeates your bedroom door and settles into the air alongside the scent you had just sprayed. The fragrance is all too familiar—deep vanilla with a subtle hint of smoked maple. Warm and intoxicating. 

Anyone who’s not a fool understands how unhealthy it is to keep and use your murdering, traitorous, son-of-a-bitch ex-husband’s cologne, but love has blinded you and made you foolish. 

You can’t help it. You can’t help the sense of safety and comfort the scent brings as it wraps itself around you, clinging like the last of a lifeline. You can’t help but freeze anytime you try to throw it out—hand directly over the bin, unable to let go and waiting for a drop that will never come. 

You can’t help the love you still hold for him… even as it eats away at you until nothing but a shell of your former self is left. 

“Yeah! Just… just give me a moment,” you call out in response after a pause of uneasy hesitation. You take a deep breath, allowing yourself a second of reprieve before you step out to meet the 6th Division Captain. 

When Byakuya asked you to accompany him to a formal dinner with the rest of the Gotei, you were stunned… to say the least. In fact, you didn’t even give him an answer until 48 hours later, when you had fully processed his request. When you finally accepted, the soft smile that split across his features was worth it, despite the reservations, you harboured in the back of your mind. 

When you gave him your answer, he thanked you… actually thanked you for agreeing to be his date. That gesture almost made you backtrack everything. It’s like you were almost toying with him—playing with his hope like a piper would the flute. 

Byakuya is kind, gentle, and patient. He cares for you in a way so pure and unblemished that you ache with the knowledge that you can’t give him what he wants—what he deserves. At least not while Aizen exists. 

You make your way to the door, shaking the swarming thoughts of Aizen away, and with a heavy breath, you open it to greet Byakuya. He stands before you, donned in all-white attire and carrying a small bouquet of roses in one hand. His eyes are wide as saucers as you step into his view. 

You crack a smile. “Good evening, Captain.”

————

The formal dinner turns into a party mid-way as alcohol gets passed around more frequently. Byakuya has gone off to talk to some clan elders about matters you don’t particularly care for. To sober up and escape the noise, you find yourself wandering the deepest part of the gardens until you come across a familiar bench. 

It sits facing a stunning pond, the water filled with otherworldly fauna and flora that decorate the glistening surface. Crickets tick in the nearby bushes, their sounds only overpowered by the gentle rushing sounds of the waterfall carved from the east bank. 

You take a seat and close your eyes, savouring the rare moment of peace. The night is young, and the air is gentle on your scorching skin—the effects of the alcohol in your system. It’s a relatively normal amount, but you get red, no matter the dosage. Just a drop and you could be used as a signal for oncoming traffic in the human world. 

Aizen used to tease you about it all the time, making stupid jokes that weren’t actually funny but made you laugh anyway. He’d give you a knowing smile, look right into your eyes and say—

“It’s a good thing my favourite colour is red.”

All of a sudden, the world stops. 

No. No. 

You turn and blink at Aizen standing before you, hair bright underneath the moonlight. He looks different, yet much too similar, all at the same time. 

This isn’t real, you think. So in your alcohol-induced haze, you decide that it isn’t. 

“Wow. Pretty accurate for a hallucination. What the hell was in that shot Retsu gave me?” You whisper the last part, just realizing how far from sobriety you are. 

Made-Up Aizen steps forward, inching closer until you’re less than three feet apart. “Hallucination? How much have you had to drink, love?”

Has his voice always been so gentle? So full of adoration?

You decide to humour Fake Aizen. “Hmm… three plus five plus eight minus six?”

He raises an eyebrow in amusement, hands folded behind his back as he watches you wiggle your fingers, trying to work out the numbers. There is less than four metres of space between you. 

You frown. “I think I did the math wrong. How many fingers is eleven?”

“Just a bit more than you have,” he replies softly. 

Not-Real Aizen smiles slightly at the sight of your pout and moves forward to drop down next to you on the stone bench. The two of you stare out at the water. The reflection of the stars is so vibrant on the pond’s surface that you’re tempted to scoop them up and count them in your hands. 1… 2… 3… until reality flows no longer and your problems fade into the weathers of passing time. Sadly, Problem #1 is currently sitting right next to you, eyes fixated on you as yours are on the fallen stars. 

“You’ve been busy,” he finally says, breaking the silence. 

You don’t take your eyes off the tranquil waters. A black swan glides across, light ripples following in its wake. “I could say the same for you, Dream Aizen.” 

He cocks an eyebrow at your name for him but doesn’t comment on it, instead deciding to play along. “You know how it is, reforming the world and such.”

You finally focus on him, slightly regretting it when you see how he looks at you—the same way he looked at you every day before the night that ruined everything. But you remember he isn’t real—just a cruel figment of your imagination and deepest desires. Perhaps that’s why you can converse with him; pretend everything is back to normal… pretend to be happy again. 

“No, I don’t. You see, I haven’t lost my mind. My balance and sobriety, maybe. But not this.” You knock on your head with your knuckles, only to wince at the contact. 

Not-Actually Aizen only sighs, dipping his head as he replies. “It’s a shame we aren’t in agreement yet.”

“Yet? That’s quite offensive,” you scoff. 

He tilts his head, amusement never straying from his features. “Oh? What is?”

“That you think I’d ever align myself with the likes of you. Offensive,” you affirm. 

The curve of his mouth only widens for a second before his usual mellow appearance replaces it. 

“We are meant to be together, _____. My plans won’t change that,” he assures. 

Irritation bubbles up at the insinuation—no matter what happens, you would never be desperate enough to be with a man who is so far beyond help. 

“My morals do. You know I’d never abandon those.”

“I know that you love me, and I love you. That you and I being on opposite sides—there’s no logic to that.” 

To that, you can only sigh and shake your head, the movement causing a strand of hair to fall in front of your face.

Not even a millisecond later, he leans forward. Suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of your surroundings and of his eyes locked on yours. You look away, but that doesn’t deter him. 

He is close enough that his breath runs hot on the skin of your neck. The proximity has your head spinning faster than the speed of light—and your own breath hitches as his gaze catches yours again. For an illusion, the warmth of his body feels all too real, and the look he gives you, far-too intense. 

“Is that my cologne?” He murmurs, the question almost too low for you to make out. 

“I ran out of everything else,” you lie. 

“Why would you need… “He pauses and straightens a moment after as an inkling of realization settles in his mind. It causes his jaw to tense. 

His hand moves and takes a strand of your hair between his fingers. You should pull back, but something stops you and pushes you to lean closer. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s knowing he isn’t real. Maybe it’s the part of you that aches in his absence. 

“Are you here alone?” He then spots the accessory on your wrist. Turns out Byakuya also got a corsage to match the roses. “No, of course not.”

“I didn’t come with anyone,” you reply. The lie rolls off your tongue as easily as breathing. You have no reason to protect him from the truth. In fact, you should be lording it over him. Making it known that you’ve moved on—even if you haven’t. 

He blinks. “You’ve always been a terrible liar.”

“Apparently, you’ve always been a great one,” you retort. 

He ignores that comment. You sniff—it was pretty clever. 

“Was it Captain Kyoraku? Someone from one of the noble clans? Tell me, _____. Who have you employed as my temporary replacement?” His fingers stay tangled in your hair, playing with the strands like he used to when lulling you to sleep. For some unfathomable reason, you let him. 

“My date is none of your concern.”

He cocks his head. “On the contrary. As your husband, anyone you are concerned with is my concern.”

You begin to protest. “Ex-husband—”

He interrupts you. “And as your husband, it is only right for me to inquire about your dalliances. So who is it?” A smirk plays on his lips, “Does he know you’re wearing another man’s cologne?”

You give up on trying to correct him. Aizen has always had a streak of stubbornness. “I know he’s mature enough not to care.”

Hallucinated Aizen pulls back from you, not too far, but with enough distance that you can breathe again. His hand, however, never leaves its spot next to your face, teasingly playing with your locks. 

Aizen couldn’t pull his hand away even if he wanted to, though that desire could never wane. As magnets are to each other, you are the same to Aizen—he craves your contact… your touch… your very existence bound to his own. You two are forces unexplained, only alive when together, and vessels of resistance when apart. 

To have spent all this time away from you has been torturous, certainly. But to find out another man is daring to claim what’s his? What will always be his? That insult has truly driven him mad. The calm facade he wears so intimately is on the verge of crumbling the longer he stares at that disgusting flower tied to your wrist. The thought of burning that wretched thing alongside the person who gave it to you, then whisking you far, far away, is overwhelmingly tempting. The only thing preventing Aizen from doing so is knowing he would lose you completely. 

“I won’t let that happen….”

“Hm? Did you say something?” You swear he did, but it was so quiet you missed it. 

With a shake of the head, he denies it and fully removes himself from your space, deciding instead to join you in observing the pond’s activities. Though skeptical, you choose to leave it alone. 

You close your eyes and relish the night breeze, only to peek at the man beside you after a few minutes of silence. Nature long forgotten, his eyes are transfixed on you, slowly scanning you up-and-down, as if committing the image of you to memory. 

After a moment, he speaks up, voices a little strained. “Ah… so you came with Byakuya. Safe choice. Though you were never one to play it safe.”

You blink, half in confusion, half in shock. “What? How did you…?”

“The rose. It’s from his gardens, is it not?”

Damn it. 

“I hate how smart you are,” you mumble. 

He smiles a bit at that. “You used to think my intelligence to be one of my greatest qualities.”

That damned, godforsaken smile. It ruins you completely. Every single time it graces his face, it fucking obliterates you. 

“I hate how smart you are and how kind you used to be,” you add. The sudden need to get everything out in the open takes hold of you. “I hate your lies and the pain you caused and will continue to cause.” 

He opens his mouth, maybe an apology on his tongue, but one that goes unheard as you interrupt and continue. 

“But most of all? I hate the fact that I can’t hate you… not even for a second, not ever,” you breathe, letting the truth sit between you, as heavy and deep as the blood on his hands.

Silence rings out, lingering for a few seconds too long for comfort. His voice is uncharacteristically quiet as he finally responds. “I know.”

You take a deep breath. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t move on. Doesn’t mean I can’t love someone else.”

His demeanour crumbles for a fraction of a second before his mask of indifference slips back into place. You’re able to catch it, though—Aizen is shaken. “You don’t mean that.”

“You chose your own path, Aizen, and the moment you stepped foot onto it, I was no longer a part of it—a part of you. You decided on a life that held no place for me.”

Your husband—ex-husband—flinches. A rare sight, if there ever was one. “Don’t. You will always be a part of me, and I you.”

Your gaze drops, as does your stomach. The heavier the topic delves, the heavier your heart sinks. “That’s only in the past.”

“We are not a thing of the past,” he states, tone even, despite how tightly he grips the side of the bench, hard enough that his veins surface and fingertips turn white. You ignore the part of you that wants to take his hand in your own and check for calluses—to take away his pain. 

“We are not a thing at all,” you stress. The tension rises, and you only serve to add fuel to the fire. “And we never will be again.”

Because of you. Because of the choice you made. 

He makes a disapproving noise but doesn’t comment on it further. Another few minutes of uncomfortable silence stretches until you decide to break it. 

“It’s strange,” you muse. 

“What is?”

The realization creeps up slowly, like paint dripping down an infinite canvas. “I’m almost certain I’m sobered up, yet you’re still here.”

Another beautiful, devastating smile from Aizen—the real Aizen. “Where else would I be other than with my love?”

You snort. “Off, god-knows-where, trying to take over the world?”

“It’s my off-day,” he jokes. You find no humour in it. 

You sigh, chin resting in your palm. “So, you’re real.”

For some reason, you aren’t freaked out. His presence, though unwarranted, has and will always bring a sense of comfort. That feeling is one you don’t think time itself could weather away. 

He sits his chin on the back of his folded hands, mirroring you. “And you’re still here. With me.”

“Which is exactly why I should get back to my date, and you should leave,” you note. The suggestion is logical. Rational. But it hurts nonetheless. 

“So soon, my love? The night is still young. Are you really that eager to get back to your date?”

There is no humour in your eyes as you reply: “Yes, I am.”

“I see.” If there’s a strain to his voice, you don’t notice. 

Without another word, Aizen stands and takes a step forward. You mentally gather yourself at the last second and let him go… for good this time. 

“Aizen?”

“Yes?’ The hint of hope in his voice does not go unnoticed, and it only makes what you say next much harder. 

“Don’t come back again. Especially not for me.”

Aizen barely reacts, only affording you a stiff nod and sad smile before he disappears without a second glance—so quietly you almost believe him to be an illusion again. 

———-

The next time Aizen is brought up is during Ywhach’s invasion of Soul Society. Shunsui is the one who speaks to you about releasing your ex—a means to turn the tides of war. The Sternritter are closing in much too close for comfort, so to have a winning chance… Shunsui knows what has to be done. Hell, you, in your adamant refusal and hesitation, know what has to be done. The “knowing” is the easy part. The “actually putting thoughts into action” part is what’s causing every nerve in your body to seize up and render you immobile.

“No, no, you can’t. Or I can’t—Shunsui, I haven’t seen him for….” Much too long.

The look Shunsui gives you makes your jaw clench—sunken eyes brimming with pity and remorse. “_____, you know I wouldn’t be suggesting this if there was any other option, but he is the only one who–”

“He is a criminal, or have you forgotten? He deserves to be locked up—to stay in his prison and rot beneath our feet,” you argue.

The words you spit are harsh, but the rising panic in your throat is harsher.

Shunsui doesn’t budge. “He is also our only chance of survival.”

What a laughable irony.

“He would stab our backs with the key we free him with.”

“Checks and balances, ______. There will be restrictions in place.”

“That won’t be enough,” you stress. 

But despite your best efforts, your argument falls on deaf ears. Shunsui made up his mind long before this conversation occurred. He only spoke to you out of courtesy. And perhaps a sense of guilt. 

“It will have to be,” he plainly states. 

The newly appointed Captain-Commander glides past you, the scent of his cologne wafting by as he moves to the door. With a slight tilt of his head, he opens it and gestures with an open palm. 

“Well? Are you coming or not?”

A seemingly innocent question, yet loaded with suffocating pressure. But as much as you despise the idea, you steel yourself and follow in Shunsui’s footsteps to the deepest level of Seireitei; Muken, home of the damned, and currently, the residence of your ex-husband. 

It isn’t long before you arrive at the heavy gates of the prison. The looming doors bring a grim sense of foreboding—a ticking time bomb that cannot be defused. 

Shunsui sets a warm hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze. In reassurance or apology, you aren’t sure. You ignore the gesture; the only thing on your mind is the anxiety bubbling up inside you, threatening to overflow. 

“Would you like me to go in first? Or with you?” Shunsui asks, sensing your unease. 

You shake your head. “That’s kind, but no. I’ll have more luck convincing him if I’m alone.”

He only nods before moving aside to let you in. 

The first thing you notice is the sheer cold that wraps around you like a blanket of pins and needles. It bores into your bones and seeps into your veins, chilling and paralyzing. It takes you a second to realize that feeling isn’t due to temperature. 

You’re scared. 

And you hate that fear more than you hate him. 

Not fear of Aizen, but fear what you’ll do when you see him… what you’ll feel. 

The gates close behind you with a soft yet heavy thud, encasing you in an echoing darkness that almost blinds you to the path to Aizen. Minutes of deep breaths later, you set a foot forward. Walking through Muken feels like wading through a pool of honey. Time seems to slow to an agonizing crawl as you continue across the darkness. It takes a lifetime and a half, but you finally reach your destination. 

And there he is. Sitting in all his glory, up on the throne he so desperately craved. Head held high, never to be lowered for anyone except you… once upon a time. Aizen shows no hint of surprise as you approach him, but you swear the corner of his visible eye crinkles. You almost blame it on the light, only to remember there’s barely any in the underground prison. 

Seals are strewed across his body, shackling every possible ounce of his power and freedom. You ignore the lump in your throat at the sight; the implication of that pain is something you’d like to leave untouched. 

“I’ve come to—“

“Ask for my help. Yes, I know, and yes, I’ll do it,” Aizen interrupts with his smooth baritone. 

You blink, surprise flitting across your features. “You will? I thought I’d have to fight tooth and nail to convince you.”

“Of course, I will. You asked. Captain Kyorakou’s idea, no doubt, but it worked nonetheless,” Aizen says, gaze never straying from yours. He takes you in, eyes adjusting to your beauty after months alone in a barren landscape, staring at nothing but concrete walls and a blackened void. 

“Then I guess my job here is done.” You turn to leave, ready to get the hell out, only to be stopped by his voice. 

“Wait. _____, wait. Let’s talk.”

You swallow back the nerves crawling up the back of your throat. “We have nothing to talk about.”

“On the contrary, we have so much to catch up on,” he replies. 

You whirl around to face him, nerves long gone, annoyance slipping in its place. “Like what, Aizen? Do you want to talk about how everyone and everything I care about is getting slaughtered and destroyed by the war ravaging my home? About how I am looking at my ex-husband chained up and sealed away to the furthest depths of Soul Society because he decided treason and power were more important than his family? Maybe, you’d like to talk about how every single morning, I wake up and find my world crumbling over and over again because of you. Because. You. Aren’t. There. Is that what you want to ‘catch up’ on?”

Aizen only stares, imperceptibly taken aback by your outburst. He opens his mouth to answer, but you aren’t finished. 

“You are the root of my misery. The bane of my existence.” You hold back the tears well enough, but your voice breaks near the end. “Please, Aizen. Our marriage. My trust. My heart. What else is left for you to break?”

The seals imposed on him make reading his reaction and body language difficult, but the tense pause before he answers is palpable in the freezing air. “You must understand. I do not regret many things, _____, but I do regret hurting you.”

A shake of your head is all you can muster through the simmering anger and cutting grief you find yourself drowning in. “I don’t have many regrets either, but do you know the one thing I wish I could take back more than anything?”

A rhetorical question—you’re both aware—but he answers nonetheless; he humours you. “What is it, my love?”

My love. That damned endearment, laced with affection and poison. “You. I regret ever meeting you.”

A beat of silence passes before Aizen softly murmurs: “I am sorry… if it means anything.” Whether he’s genuine or not, you don’t know, and frankly, you can’t bring yourself to care.

“It doesn’t. Not from you,” you sigh. Fatigue washes over you in numb waves. The urge to leave is overwhelming, so you square your shoulders and turn on your heel again. This time, he doesn’t try to stop you from going.

The war against the Sternritter was not without losses, and the effects of its devastation still echo over Seireitei even months later. Graves filled the desolate land—the final resting places for the fallen, many of whom you had known and cared for. Learning of your comrades’ deaths was a thousand fatal blows to the chest, but nothing could compare to the debilitating dread that sunk its claws into your bleeding heart when you saw Aizen hurt. In that horrible, paralyzing moment, only one thought ran through your mind:

He can’t die. He can’t die. He can’t die.

Like a broken record, that desperate mantra was the only thing you understood, and Aizen the only thing you knew. It took every fiber, every nerve, every optic in your body to restrain yourself from running over and shielding him from further harm. To protect him like he always used to protect you, like how you both vowed to on the day of your union. That moment shattered every doubt in your mind about where you stood with Aizen, and it is also the reason you don’t draw your sword at the sight of him in your home once more.

“Shunsui thought those restrictions could contain you,” you pause. He stands at your doorway, leaning against the frame and listening patiently as you continue. “I told him it wouldn’t be enough.”

A small smile graces his features—the special kind that only appears in your presence. “You do know me best, after all.”

“I thought that once. Until I found out I don’t really know you at all… don’t know who you are anymore,” you murmur.

Aizen steps closer and you find yourself doing the same. No more running, no more hiding. “Then let me remind you. I am your husband, _____. I am the man who will crawl to the ends of the earth and back if you ask it of me. I am the man who needs you more than I need to draw breath,” he whispers, voice so soft, you’re only able to make out what he’s saying because of how close he is.  

“Aizen, please…” You gently press against his chest, desperate to gain distance, but he doesn’t budge and envelopes your fingers with his hand. His skin is warm against yours—too warm…  and way too intoxicating.

“No. I won’t let you push me away again. I need you to listen–”

“I’ve been listening! I’ve been listening to the lies you’ve been spewing for the entirety of our relationship,” you exclaim, exasperated. You pull your hand free from his and it’s not even a second later that you miss the contact.

Aizen’s gaze drops down to his empty hand for a split second before coming up to level yours. There’s a glimmer of something in his eyes that you can’t quite decipher. “I hid things from you, yes. But I never lied about our relationship. I pursued you because I desired you, and I married you because the rest of my life is you.”

You cannot breathe. The air around you is charged with something even more powerful than electricity and its drawing goosebumps along your arms and chills down your spine. Aizen continues, and…

Oh dear god, you can’t breathe.

  “If someone were to open up my soul, searching for fingerprints, they would only find yours. I love you. I have loved you for the better part of my life and I will love you even if you took a knife to my heart right now,” Aizen announces, the words escaping out his mouth in a passionate flurry.

He is so, so close. Close enough to touch, close enough to kiss…

You lift your gaze until his eyes meet yours. Something passes between you, and you throw every inhibition out the door.

“Please, _____. Say some—”

And then there was nothing. No sounds. No space. No hate. No love. Nothing between you except unspoken words and fractured memories.

Aizen’s lips move hungrily against yours, and you meet him with equal fervor. His hands are entangled in your hair and gently, but firmly, grasping the back of your neck, hot and searing on your skin. You reach out and grasp the sides of his face, tracing the contours of his jaw as you pull him even closer. The kiss is laden with the roughness and desperation of a dying love. Neither of you is willing to let it end, but you pull back anyway, mind swimming with a million jumbled emotions.

“Aizen—”

His eyelids droop and he steals another kiss while drunk off your presence. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“What?” You try not to get distracted by the slew of affection he’s showering you with, but it’s immensely difficult.

“Aizen,” he sulks.

Is he pouting?

You almost let out a laugh. “Have all those years of lying muddled your brain? It’s your name, what else would I be calling you?”

“You used to call me Sosuke. Or husband.”

“I used to call you many things that are hardly appropriate now given the nature of our relationship,” you note.

Sosuke pulls a face, clearly displeased by your answer. “After what we just did, I think it is extremely appropriate.”

You fidget as anxiety starts its treacherous climb up the back of your throat. “Yeah, about that… this doesn’t mean everything is magically okay. It’s far from it, actually.”

You jump a little when you feel his head drop down to your shoulder, breath ghosting over the lines of your collarbone. “I know, but we can make it work. Always.”

“You’re just going to abandon your plans? Give up on taking over the world?” The disbelief in your tone must be obvious because Aizen straightens up and his usual serious demeanor slips back into place.

“I have decided to shift my priorities,” he assures.

“I still can’t trust you.” Your heart squeezes at the sight of Aizen flinching—just slightly, but the hurt is there.

“That is… alright. For now. I swear I will do everything in my power to gain it back—to show you that your trust in me will not be misplaced,” he promises.

  You swallow, unsure of where to go from here until Aizen steps back and pulls something out from underneath the folds of his clothes. The moonlight glints off of your ring, glimmering in the night. Your heart flips at the sight, you’ve missed it dearly.

“I want you to take this back,” he begins.

“I don’t think that is smart idea, I d—”

Your husband gently interrupts you: “Wait. I want you to keep this until I can regain your trust. If I can’t do it, then you are free to throw it into the nearest sea. If I can…” His lips curve into a beautiful smile. “Then I am never letting you take this off for the rest of our lives.”

Five seconds pass. Or twenty, you aren’t sure. The only perceivable thing to you right now is not time, but the thundering beats of your pulse as you make your decision.

You swear Aizen sighs in relief when you finally take the ring from his hand. To his displeasure, you slip it into your pocket instead of on your finger, but he doesn’t voice his disappointment.

“Okay. A second chance; that is all I can give you.”

Aizen wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against his body. You let him, his scent swirls around you, making you lightheaded. “I love you,” he whispers.

You can’t bring yourself to say it back—not yet, but he doesn’t push you to. For that, you are grateful. Nothing about this situation is rational, but love, in its truest form, does not exist within rationale. It exists within sense, within feeling, within the soul. It is rooted in what you cannot measure… in what you yearn for in your highest fantasies… and you? You will always and forever be what Aizen yearns for.

tags: @coralpeachcalm @starsilluminateourgalaxy​

[aizenwife]

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

TAGS: @electronicwitchcollection @aizenwifey @cyberdazetragedy @hearrrtfillia @eeeextttt @luccis-coochie @niya12 @juleenbety @moris666 @virette @sillylittlefellas @elijangwifey @han11dh

[aizenwife]

Aizen is so hot in the new trailer

I need to see more posts and fics about TYBW Aizen... and that desire is growing every day, he looks so good in this trailer, I still don't understand why so many people underestimate him in this arc. I want to see more fics and news about him, my thirst for Aizen and his images in TYBW is insatiable I'm so glad there are fanfictions about him, and I won't stop talking about it. thanks to those people who message me about posts

[aizenwife]

Reading on someone’s lap + Aizen Sosuke. <3

“It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life int— Aizen are you listening?” you put the book down looking up at your boyfriend, his eyes were wandering through your face taking every little expression making sure to not miss anything.

“I’m listening, beautiful, makes life what?” his hand was massaging your scalp, occasionally playing with your hair as your sweet voice filled the silent living room.

“Are you feeling sleepy? We can continue tomorrow” you proposed watching his sleepy eyes looking down at you.

“No, I want this moment to last longer, go on” his hand gently touched yours encouraging you to keep reading which you complied returning to the paragraph and feeling the lovely gaze of Aizen not leaving your face as you continued.

saturday night game

[aizenwife]

I saw you wanted to write some Aizen jealousy. So how about Aizen getting jealous cause the woman he’s seeing has to deal with Urahara often 😈

I actually have a smut draft about something very similar to this from a few years ago!! Maybe I should take this as a sign and finish it lol It’s a modern Aizen and Urahara AU, but here’s a (sfw) snippet:

You always noticed how tense he became when you spoke about your days at work recently, specifically if the topic was about your boss, Urahara Kisuke.

But your boyfriend, Sousuke, would just smile that tight smile, as he continued listening to you ramble on. It wasn’t like you were working in a new place, still at Sereitei University, but you’ve moved to a new research division. You didn’t dress any differently, nothing particularly new had happened, but Aizen seemed unusually tense.

Was he jealous?

You stopped your rambling and placed your hand on his lap. “Sousuke… do you know Urahara-San? I noticed you kind of tense up when I talk about him. I know he’s my boss, but you can tell me anything, right?”

What was he going to tell you? That he hated that man for more than a decade? Urahara called him a sellout? Aizen thought Urahara could do better than work for that disgusting institution ?

Or was it the way you and Urahara could talk in a relaxed presence with each other. How easily he could make you laugh and smile. How a small part of him worried you would think Urahara would be a better partner for you?

“No, I barely know the man. I’m sorry if I come across as tense. Some days it’s hard to be away from you, knowing someone else has your attention.” You blushed at his comment as Aizen smiled, kissing your forehead as a sign of reassurance.

But you knew he was lying, and if he wasn’t going to tell you, you could go straight to the source.

(I’ll get around finishing it… one of these days…)

[aizenwife]

I don’t actually know what the thirst post is but I’m thirsting for aizen-sama👀👀 (p.s. love your blogs btw❤️✨)

Thank you!! Idk where this came from but I full blame @mindinmuken so come get your juice before it gets warm. I have no excuses lmaooooo.

Features: SMUT, 18+ content, HEAVY sacrilegious themes, toxic relationship, humiliation, Aizen when he was still 5th division captain, gender neutral reader.

Aizen doesn’t care much if you adore him—most do. But the way you respect him above all others pulls him toward you. Your adoration is so earnest and pure, as though you believe him a God on earth.

Even in front of your superiors, you only address him as Aizen-sama. Your belief in him, your desire for a better Soul Society, and your proclivity to serve endear you toward him in ways few could dream.

You feel chosen—the one and only to behold him as he is. He loves that about you; your hopeful nature.

Bent at your knees and waist, crammed under his desk, your face had been snug in his lap, nose struggling to pull in fresh air through the cotton of his hakama flush against his thighs.

Only his inquiry and the sudden halt of his brush had pulled you from your meditation of devotion to him—to the body of God—and brought your face to cool air, your cheek resting on the damp spot; the result of your increasingly labored breathing of the past few hours.

“Did I ask too much of you? Your trembling will disturb my calligraphy.” It is less a question and more of a demand to improve.

“No, Aizen-sama,” you whisper. “Allow me to serve you. Please.”

Before he deigns to answer, the slide of his office door and the shuffle of clothing signal the presence of another. Their reiatsu is familiar and urges your muscles tense and still; your cheek pressed more firmly to his lap.

“Fukotaicho,” Aizen says, his brush scratching against paper again. “Everything is well?”

You can hear her smile—her naive pleasure—in her response. “Yes, Aizen-taicho. I thought I could help you now that I’m done for the day, is all.”

“There is nothing to help,” he said and you smiled against his thigh. “Unless you wish to practice calligraphy with me.”

His tone is wane and agreeable like a personable teacher welcoming a favorite student, with fondness. The jealousy churning in your stomach does not relent knowing that fond tone is guarded in turn.

Momo accepts, of course, and you will your numb calves to keep still. For an hour more, you stay unmoving and pliant before your demanding God.

Even when your thighs tighten and core heats as the weight at the top of your head hardens and grows, you keep silent.

It is when Momo leaves, to fetch tea, that he pushes you further against the hard wood of his desk and body—that he gives answer to your plea, “then serve.”

Your fingers are steady and slow as they undo the neatly tied obi at his waist. They do not touch the hard length that bobs free as you pull his hakama down.

Steepling your hands, already damp with sweat, as though in prayer, you slide your palms up and down the veiny shaft of his cock. The tense of his thighs under your arms reassures you. This is a prayer that must also be spoken.

The hot puffs of air from your lips against the spongy, bulbous head of his cock dampen your face. Even as you are burned by his radiance, your lips part and welcome the body of God on your tongue.

His cock pulses to the beat of his heart and you feel it to the back of your throat as he bucks forward. You choke. And feel so at peace.

“Do not disappoint ,” Aizen says, voice cold and distant—you nod, head bobbing as your lips ‘pop’ in their relinquishing of his cock. Determined, you aim to reach him, like a hand attempting to cradle the moon.

Your hands squeeze the length of him while you nose your way to the plush heft of his balls. You lick and suck, face smeared with sweat and saliva, until you feel the loose flesh of him tighten with pleasure in the warm cavern of your mouth.

The him he gives you flutters you’re eyes as you give his balls a parting kiss. Your tongue, dripping spit, glides up the underside of his cock until your suckling the spongy tip of him once again.

Wary of the time, you hollow your cheeks and begin to bob down the length of him again, until you feel the engorged head of his cock pressing at your throat. Your hands knead and twist at the base of him.

“Surely,” he breathes. “You are more devoted than that.”

Yes. Yes, of course you are.

Tears and saliva fall to his lap as your lips kiss the base of his cock in one desperate push to prove yourself. He is fully inside your mouth, molten and pulsing and almost too hard to hold. Your jaw aches and you struggle to breathe.

Can he feel your devotion? Can he ever know how deep it runs?

His bare hands, long and slim, come to the sides of your face as he pulls back, giving his arms room to reach you.

You can hear the heaviness of his breath and feel the elevation of his heart. God is touching you, imparting his will with his very own flesh as he begins to fuck your throat.

Drooling and gagging with each sharp thrust, you moan, the vibrations tingling from your lips to the back of your throat. A choir of one, you sing a hymnal to beckon the end.

Your nose presses painfully against his pelvis with each slide down your throat, stoking a fire in your stomach.

His strokes stay steady until the end, until he cups the back of your head in a forceful hold, until the heavy pulsing of his cock results in hot spurts of cum filling your throat. But he groans, quiet yes, but full and deep. Eyes rolled to back of your head, hands at his knees, you tremble. The tips of your fingers brush against the heavy moon.

He trails the taste of his finish up with his softening cock, to your lips, as he leaves your mouth. You need no prompting in dressing his wet, soiled hakama and obi as they were. He presses you back, cramped and curled, again with knees, leaving your pelvis pulsing and bereft of its forbidden desire.

“Acceptable, but messy,” Aizen ‘tsk’s.

But you smile and feel nothing but pleasure as you settle your cheek into the mess of his lap. Not even Momo’s tender words and clinking cups pull your mood down.

She will never know Aizen-sama.

Will never be devoted enough to taste the salty tang of divinity on her tongue.

Your eyes feel heavy and tired. And you doze, throat raw from prayer, as your God allows you rest.

[aizenwife]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Brat Taming 🔞

🎃 Aizen x Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: Slight choking, bit of dacryphilia, punishment, rough blowjob, throat fucking, throat bulge, cum swallowing, rough sex, table sex, reader held down, creampie, some praise & degradation, squirting.

tags: @shes-so-insane @stygianoir @uzxotic @aizenwifey

Aizen was a man of many things, and that heavily included patience when it came to your bratty behavior. There were many things he could let slide, so long as you abided by his rules, however, you overstepped and broke the one rule he held of the utmost importance: do not interrupt his meetings with his espada. You were supposed to sit there and remain quiet as he discussed business with his arrancar, yet you did the exact opposite. From having constantly pulled at his sleeves for attention, to letting out small huffs in-between everyone speaking, and it wore his patience thin to the point where he felt the need to remind you of your place.

Only when his subordinates left did he get you on your knees, his hand on your throat to keep you steady as he stuffed your mouth with his cock. He hummed in delight at the way your throat expanded a little to accommodate him, and you stared up at him through your lashes. Your eyes pricked with tears at the sheer size of him, and your nostrils flared when you saw the way his lips curled into a smirk. “You’re so quiet,” he said. His eyes narrowed slightly before he moved his other hand to the back of your head and pushed it down onto him. Your eyes widened as he fucked into your face without warning, setting the pace quickly, and you couldn’t help it when the tears flowed. “I suppose it is difficult to make noise when you’re choking on my cock.” 

Your moan was muffled, though the vibration against his dick caused him to fist your hair as he shoved your down again. It was difficult to breathe with how fast he kept bringing your face down on his length, and that only increased the tears that slipped out because of it. Your hands clawed at his thighs the further his dick bullied your mouth, and he groaned in response. “You never listen,” he growled. The hand that held your throat moved to the other side of your head, keeping it in placed as he now fucked into your face. “I need to make you listen.” 

It wasn’t but a few more thrusts before he spilled into your mouth, groaning in the process as he held your head still. The brunet was quick to slip his cock out and, before you could try and spit his seed out, his hand quickly closed your mouth shut. “Swallow,” he ordered. You did it without hesitation, letting his cum slide down your throat. “Good girl,” he smirked. Your little brain didn’t have time to think of anything before he yanked you to your feet and turned you around. 

His front pressed against your back as he bent you over the table before shoving your bottoms down. You were already wet from him abusing your mouth, and he hummed in satisfaction as his finger slid up and down your dampened panties. His fingers then hooked around the fabric before pulling them down, and a sharp gasp left your lips when his cockhead pushed past your folds as he entered you. Your body shifted, yet his own quickly pushed you back down against the table before his hand gripped your wrists and pinned them to the table in front of you. His other hand squeezed your hip as he moved forward, going deeper inside of you. “Don’t you dare move,” he hissed. 

“But—.” 

Your sentence was cut short when his hips drew back before slamming into you, drawing out another sharp gasp. Your back tried to arch in response to the pleasure that shot up your body, however, Aizen kept you pinned against the table with his own body as he fucked you. Your legs clenched every single time his hips rammed into your ass, and you moaned before biting your bottom lip. “I’m going to make you listen,” he said, his breathing turning ragged the more he bullied your hole with his dick. “Even if I have to fuck the brat out of you.” 

Gods, he felt so good inside of you, and with the way your sloppy cunt kept pulling him back in, he couldn’t get enough. His fingers pressed into your hips, not caring if he left bruises on you or not as his merciless thrusting continued. “Such a brat,” he growled, his hot breath tickling your ear. You moaned in response, and he chuckled. “Now you sound like a whore. Just the way I like you.” His name left your lips in a string of wanton moans as the pleasure inside you kept building. 

“Aizen,” you whined his name as his cock shoved itself further inside you, and you couldn’t take it anymore. It was absolute bliss when you came, gushing on his dick with a small whine. Even though you hit your release, he kept going, riding out your orgasm and wetting his cock even further with your juices before he finally came inside you. Your wrists hurt as his hand squeezed them while the other gripped your hip like his life depended on it, and his chest pressed down into you as he let your pussy constrict his length, milking him greedily. 

Your legs shook from your orgasm as your body relaxed against the table, and you panted to calm your racing heart. “Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” He asked, his breathing heavy while keeping you pinned against the table. 

“Nope,” you answered, popping the P in a way that caused him to growl. 

His hand tightened around your wrists, and he slid himself out of you before turning you around to face him. “Then I suppose I’ll have to keep making you learn, brat.” 

[aizenwife]

modern Aizen??!! What type of dad would he be? Or husband? What type of life would he have?(job,money,hobbies,etc.)

I love modern Aizen concepts. I've thought so much about this - I have way too many ideas. I'll break this up into chunks for easier reading.

TW: none!

... as a husband:

A very career-oriented, driven man = very busy. There will be some days where you won't physically see him (because your work schedules don't align), but he will call you each day when you have free time.

He's very attentive. He can tell when you're upset, hurt or angry about something, and he'll listen.

He doesn't like nagging and passive aggressiveness. If you're upset with him, be direct! He trusts you and expects you to trust him as well.

He loves cooking with you, especially if you're curious about new recipes, or try something in a restaurant and want to recreate it at home with him.

He doesn't like leaving household chores with you - he tries to meal plan and prep with you. He's the one that offers to hire a cleaner so there's less stress for you.

When he has time off, he will spend it with you. He will plan elaborate, details days off, vacations, anniversaries, etc. - it's his way of "making up" to his intense schedule.

... as a father:

Extremely, and I mean EXTREMELY patient. He may not be all that understanding with his child, but he tries.

I think Aizen "handles" older children better than new borns and infants.

New borns and infants give Aizen a small seed of fear - this tiny, precious child is someone who inherently has to rely on Aizen. I think in this sense, Aizen's philosophy of "the weak need the strong" changes - of course his baby needs him!

Aizen will always, and I mean always, read them bedtime stories. He loves to encourage his child to read more. One of their first gifts from him (once they're old enough/develop memories) is a little bookshelf.

Library days are important! He's one of those parents who will sign up for parent-baby classes at the local library.

Aizen is definitely the "I'm not angry, just disappointed" parent. He won't shout at his child ever, but they develop an inherent respect for him.

I don't think Aizen would like the concept of private schools (inherently classist/elitist), so he's very much fine with his child going to a public school.

Summer vacations are also for travel! He would encourage his child to see the world - he doesn't want them to be ignorant of the world around them.

... his job:

I've talked about this before, but I can see Aizen in some type of medical or education-role (or both!). I often picture him as some kind of psychotherapist (requires a medical degree) at a world-renowned hospital/institute who's also an associate professor at the major university. He would be one of those people who would have the HBSc + MSc + MD + PhD lol

He would also be a graduate-level supervisor for students. But he's very selective on who he takes under his wing (i.e. Ichigo...). He would encourage his students to think critically about what he's teaching them, but also be supportive in their endeavours.

I think Aizen develops his supervisor persona because it was, unfortunately, something he didn't get to experience as a graduate student. His supervisors were very hands-off and while Aizen was an extremely competent student and fellow, I can see him wanting a mentor during that period of his life.

Aizen only sees a few patients a year, on a consultancy-basis, if he's more research-focused. But some years he does go back into the clinical practice route.

Aizen has definitely had a TEDTalk or two.

Aizen is always competing with Urahara for grants and funding lol it pisses him off.

If Aizen is on a thesis committee with Urahara, it frustrates him, but he tries to be nice and polite - often times he's ignoring Urahara in these meetings and at the time of a student's defence.

Aizen would be a notoriously difficult Comprehensive Examiner for PhD students. Again, going back to thinking critically - he expects students in his division/unit/stream to not regurgitate what they've learned, but demonstrate areas of improvement, new techniques, etc.

Aizen teaches one undergrad-level course in psychology, another one in sociology and then one last one in philosophy (at the 300 level). Many undergrad students flock to his office hours.

Overall - financially - Aizen is definitely not hurting for cash.

... his hobbies:

Reading: whether that be manuscripts, chapter proofs, fiction and non-fiction alike. I think Aizen is inherently a student for life type-of-person. He wants to know more, he has such a thirst for knowledge.

Coffee/tea-hopping: he's not one for gimmicky cafes, but Aizen's curious to try new spots for their coffee and tea selections. Even when he travels abroad, he will try local cafes and buy some beans and blends for home (if he likes it).

I think Aizen would still hold on to calligraphy - it's such a rare talent these days I find. It's an expensive hobby for sure - but one he plans and budgets for. Very, very rarely does he sell some of his prints - it's a way for him to decompress.

I think Aizen would be hesitant to introduce his child to calligraphy - he doesn't want them using his expensive inks and pens lol. I think he'd get them a "child" version of them, but he wouldn't pressure them to continue with calligraphy if it doesn't interest them.

In a similar vein, I can see Aizen enjoying playing the piano in his (very limited) spare time (he's trying to master Rachmaninoff and that unbelievably finger span). I don't see him playing the piano necessarily for the music - but rather, I think it's a test of almost all of his senses. It requires his focus, his ability to read music - translate that ability into finger movements, and be able to interpret the composers own feelings into the piece of music. I don't think he'd be able to tell you who his favourite composers were, but he would be able to tell you pieces that gave him a "challenge" (that he conquered). He would enrol his child in piano lessons.

I can see Aizen being into hiking, and maybe mountaineering. I think it gives him a sort of thrill to climb mountains (always reaching to the top).

Weirdly enough, I think he'd be into foraging as well? Foraging for edible mushrooms specifically (I guess there's something to be said with curiosity and mad scientist types).

Aizen avoids social media. He knows of it, he probably has a twitter account for his academic stuff, but that's about it. I also don't see him as a podcast listener - but he has been invited on to podcasts as a guest!

Overall, I think Aizen would have a life similar to a well-known, top-earning clinical researcher! Someone who's constantly learning, but also wants to share that knowledge to a few select students. This leads him to having a very limited home life, but he makes it up with his attentiveness and understanding. I think Aizen would be a devoted partner to a person who is as equally curious as him - someone he can also learn from.

Thanks anon for this ask! I hope this is what you had in mind.

[aizenwife]

Heey can you do a hc of aizen not liking the person he loves talking to someone else ??

YES. JEALOUSY HCS HAHAHHAHA

Sorry I got excited

Anyway jealous Aizen hcs hahahahaha

people fr love the aizens - Meninas

- As I said in a previous post, he is an extremely jealous man

- He doesn’t enjoy you even talking to other people. Especially people he personally dislikes

- Take lieutenant Aizen for example. Say you’re close to Shinji, his captain, and a thorn in his side.

- Scenario: you’re talking to Shinji about something, spending time with him and being just generally close to him. My god Aizen will be pissed

- This is actually the reason he cut his hair off/j

- The moment he gets you alone, he will be holding onto you and angrily ranting about how “I thought you loved me. Why’re you talking to him?”

- Gaslight gatekeep girlboss Aizen

- He’s a toxic man I’m sorry ( • Ɛ • `*)…

- He will make you feel so guilty for being friends with Shinji so much that you don’t even talk to him anymore.

- Once he’s captain he’ll… he’ll be worse. If you make him jealous? Guess what he’s spending more time with Momo to make you jealous of that doesn’t work he’ll probably just ignore you-

- In the Hueco Mundo era he will have you attached to his hip. You’re not allowed to talk to anyone beyond what he wants. You’re not allowed to talk to the arrancars, he doesn’t trust Gin around you, ect.

- Overall, toxic ass jealous ass manipulative ass man.

- Love him tho!!!

- Giselle <3

[aizenwife]

What about some hc of Aizen as a dad of a girl? Maybe a human au?

Aizen as a father of a little girl.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke x f!child;

Format: head canons;

Warnings: fluff, mention to unprotected sex, parenthood, modern au, pregnacy, married couple dynamics, overprotective Aizen;

Plot: how would Aizen take care of your child? How does he act around her? Is he a strict parent? Does he spoil his child the same way he spoils you, his wife? How did he treat you during the pregnacy?

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• It all started when he came back from work on a rainy monday evening. You had been feeling sick, as of late. The persistent nausea and your mood swings were absolutely driving you mad. He had never left your side, not even when you woke up in the middle of the night and dashed to the bathroom to puke in the toilet. He was there, drawing soothing circles on your back, helping you to clean up and wash your teeth. He was kind of worried at first, but he was not exactly aloof from taking the hints of what was happening. He had figured it out after the first days, while holding you in his arms, as you rested peacefully. You were pregnant for sure. How could you not be, when you indulged into steamy activities without protection?

• When you had showed him a pregnacy test signaling that you were indeed pregnant, Aizen Sosuke grinned. You two had made it. You were the mother of his child.

• He took so much care of you. You had always been his soft spot, his weakness, but he became a little overprotective of you. He was not even ashamed of showing affection for you in front of yours hosts, or your family, or during social events. You and the small creature in your womb were his priority. Breakfast in bed, cuddles, midnight drives to the grocery stores or fastfood to make sure your cravings were always satisfied and kisses on your belly were such a treat coming from him.

• “Rest, love. I will take care of it” had become his favorite thing to say, when your stomach grew round. You were treated like a porcelain doll between the seventh and ninth month of pregnacy. It had to be expected, even from someone as stoic and cunning and Aizen Sosuke himself.

• The moment you gave birth, the second a nurse nestled a small little girl in his arms, he saw you in her. His heart throbbed as he delicately held her in his arms. It was such an unrealistic sight to see him in a suit, his hair disheveled, necktie loosened, as he let the newborn girl grip his index. A small smile tugged on his lips as he sat next to you and kissed your forehead. He was going to take care of you two.

• Albeit it was actually stressful getting used to the baby rhythm at first, he did not mind being the one to stand up in the middle of the night to check on your daughter and bring her to you for letting you feed her. As you did that, droopy eyes softening while the tiny girl drank her milk, Sosuke let you rest your back against his chest and made sure you did not fall asleep.

• The little girl easily became his pride and joy. He showed her off, wherever you two decided to go, or when you dropped by his office with your daughter.

• “She’s going to lead this Company one day. Get used to it” Sosuke half-joked, hinting at the small baby in your arms.

• “Of course she’s beautiful. She looks like her mother” he whispered, when someone praised the baby’s beauty. Your heart flattered.

• When the girl grew up, Sosuke made sure she attended the best schools in town. Paying for her studies, even buying her the best clothes from luxurious brands, ending up spoiling her, was part of his plan. She deserved the best after all.

• But while he was glad she attended a ballet school and piano, or violin lessons, Sosuke had a thing for fencing. Therefore, he made sure to teach her how to wield a sword.

• “Mommy, dad taught me something today! Did he ever tell you what to do when an enemy is down?” your daughter once told you, as you were making dinner. You were tired from a long day of work too and he was on a phone call in the living room.

• Quirking your eyebrows up and shrugging, you glanced down at her with a curious smile “No, baby, what did he teach you? I’m sure he told you to help them up, right?” you casually said, grasping a cutting board from the counter. Her answer made you choke.

• “No! He told me to kick them twice in the guts!” she chimed happily, before running back to her bedroom to play. Oh, you needed to have a small talk with your dear husband.

• “Sosuke Aizen, come here!”.

• He tried to obviously make it up to you in bed that night, silently showering you in affection as he whispered in your ear how beautiful you were and that maybe it was time you two made a brother or a sister to your daughter.

• He was protective of her, always watching over her as a guardian more than a father, and when you two accompanied her to a birthday party of her classmate, Sosuke almost fainted at the sight of the birthday boy kissing her cheek. His grip on your hand tightened and you could not help yourself but chuckle.

• The day she introduced you two to her first boyfriend, Sosuke stared deep into his eyes. While you were talking to your now seventeen years old girl in the kitchen, and her boyfriend was alone in the living room with Sosuke, he seraphically smiled at him.

• “Break her heart and I’ll break your legs” he chortled, making the boy stiffen and chuckle softly. But, deep down, you knew he meant every word he had said

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! If I told you I did not have fun writing this, I would be a liar. Lmfao, I love the concept of dad Aizen. Let me know what you think about it! Likes, comments and re-posts are appreciated.

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @aizenwifey @stygianoir @electronicwitchcollection

[aizenwife]

Hello, I love your writing! May I ask for some more general nsfw HCs of Aizen?

Sure!! There'll be a brief HC of Akon and Urahra in here too lol

TW: dom/sub undertones, light humiliation, public (ish) play, cum play, toys.

Image isn't Aizen, I just wanted a placeholder - it's from "The Sadist Training Plan" by Mariko Sawamura.

Aizen humours being a switch if that's something what you want to try, but he is really all about control. Oh you're going to sit on his face? He'll make you work for it by teasing you verbally or physically. He knows what makes you tick, so any sense of control you thought you had, goes away. You riding him? Eventually he'll be the one controlling the pace and thrusts of your hips.

I see him as a guy who prefers receiving rather than giving oral (I got another ask about this that'll speak more about this in a few days lol). Not that he hates giving oral, but there's a thrill to him watching you choke on his cock.

This goes with a headcanon I've had for a while, but Aizen, Akon and Urahara, have probably invented some sex toys for their s/os. Akon I can see eagerly showing his partner what he made, letting them be curious about it, give them space to inspect it, etc. He's here for a good time, and it's even better if you're having a good time. Hell, he'll probably "test" it on you in the Squad 12 labs (if no one is around).

Urahara teases you with his inventions, it's a very sensual time as he holds you down and explains what it does. You might even egg him on and he's very receptive for "improvements".

When it comes to Aizen and trying out his "experiment", it means you're going to be tied up and subjugated to many intense orgasms (that he will give permission for). If he's in a "better" mood, I can see him doing something similar as Urahara, sensual and slow, but you'll still be restrained and have to ask for permission. His curiosity will get the better of him, so he will tinker with his inventions to give you the maximum pleasure he can.

That being said, a modern day AU Aizen would also be up on trying toys on you. He likes to watch you squirm and beg, all while being in a position to watch you. He'll be the guy that gets the remote-controlled vibrator and takes IMMENSE pleasure watching you squirm during your dinner at a fine dining restaurant.

But he's trained you well - your cheeks are flushed, your lips rosy and eyes watery, but you're still his good pet and eat your meal as he watches with great curiosity as to what will give. He'll crank up the dial a bit more just to watch you shake and quiver as you get closer to your orgasm.

He def has a breeding kink, or really anything about having his cum in or on you. Some days he wants to be messy and cum all over your face, other times he feels possessive and cums inside you instead. Other days, when he's being a bit of a creep and pervert, he'll cum on your underwear and force you to wear it (he really, really likes to exert power over you).

Tangentially related, he has a bit of a humiliation kink, but again it's a private thing between you and him. He's fine knowing that his wonderful s/o the public knows, is really just a greedy slut for him in the bedroom, it's a great source of pride for him to know how little it takes for you to become undone and lose yourself, and he's really the only one who knows how to do that.

I can see him being the kind of dom that likes the concept of collaring in private. Not necessarily pet play, but a physical reminder that you're his - it doesn't even have to be an actual collar, but a very exquisite, delicate necklace that only you and him know the meaning of. In public, people think it's romantic how he buys you expensive jewelry, but in private, its his way of showing his "ownership" of you. He would definitely buy you a Cartier Love bangle because he takes the meaning of it literally lol

[aizenwife]

i sketched these a while ago.

i actually have a backstory~

i get myself thinking a lot about what would be like if aizen fell in love and this is one of my many scenarios.

aizen is obsessive at some point. enough have the hogyoku on his chest subjugate to his will again, the will to completely have his lover. to pursue them. consume them. and then, there's no better way to achieve this if not by devouring them.