#Bleach Lieutenants

[whymakedecisions]

Since y'all seemed to like the last one, here's the thrilling sequel with the lieutenants

[thefarminggoblin]

Bleach Lieutenants and how they would kiss you

Hiiii~

I know this isn’t the cuddling gif headcanons people were requesting (it’s on my to do!) but here, have a crumb.

Honestly I’ve been so inactive because my phone got hella smashed back in January and I lost all my notes, so I got burnt out and had to start everything from scratch. Also, mental health has been unkind…

Anyway, without further ado, here’s some kisses with our beloved lieutenants! Yachiru’s is purely platonic affection because that little girl is a child.

🫖 Sasakibe’s kisses are romantic. They’re the type you see in movies, the long, slow yet impassioned kisses. He’d start with kissing your hand like the gentleman he is, and end with kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your eyes. His kisses always taste of tea, and you’re reminded of his lips with every cup you consume. Always tells you how much he loves you, waxes poetic, and his hands stay in respectful places like your face, hips and waist. Well, unless you ask otherwise…

🍻 Izuru’s kisses are lingering. Izuru is a private man, and he honestly doesn’t show affection very often, especially not in public, preferring to show you he cares in other ways: a subtle brush of hands, a loving look, a gentle and reassuring smile. But when he does kiss you, he makes sure the moment is private and you can’t be interrupted. They start slow, but quickly escalate until he’s got you pressed against him fully, his hands splayed across your lower back, his tongue delving into your mouth. He’s the type to switch angles regularly. When he eventually pulls away, he’ll rest his forehead on yours. They often almost always lead to something else.

🦋 Isane’s kisses are timid. Our tall, shy girl is already quite insecure, so leaning down a little to kiss you can make her a little unsteady. Mostly because she trembles every single time. You’ll almost always have to initiate. Please please please be patient with her! When she eventually gets more confident with you, and her kisses become deeper and more passionate, she’s almost always the first to pull away, putting her hands over her blushing face and apologising profusely. If you pull her hands away and pepper kisses over her face, it’ll calm her enough to try again.

🍑 Momo’s kisses are sweet. She will spontaneously plant a peck on your cheek when she sees you, and will always blush, but give you a smile. Sometimes her kisses are frenzied but still manage to maintain the innocent feelings of joy at being close to you rather than a lust driven haze (although that happens occasionally too). She’ll mutter things like “I love you so much!” between kisses. Her kisses are normally quick and frequent, and she’ll nuzzle her nose against yours upon parting. Kiss the tip of her nose of forehead and she will just melt.

📖 Nanao’s kisses are delicate. They’re soft, like a butterfly’s wings, a gentle brushing of her lips on yours before she presses a long kiss on your lips. She then slants her lips over yours, deepening it, taking her time. Nanao is another person who’s definitely not fond of PDA, but will accept a small peck on the cheek or kiss on the back of her hand. She’s an absolute sucker for romance, so if you kiss her hand or wrist be prepared for her to kiss yours back. She’ll rarely initiate, so you’ll have to take the lead a lot of the time, but she’ll wrap her arms around your neck and possibly do the leg lift thing, just like in the romance novels.

🐉 Renji’s kisses are messy. Teeth and tongue work in tandem with his lips and each time he kisses you, it’s like he thinks it’s the last time. He is also a very affectionate drunk, and can be a little clumsy when he first leans in. But even when he’s sober, he’s clumsy. This man talks a big game a lot of the time, but when push comes to shove he’s a little shy, and sometimes his affection for you hits him so hard that he’s chomping at the bit to shower you with love. But pushes through the nerves, determined to connect with you. He’ll crash his lips to yours, uncaring of how the saliva is getting everywhere. He buries his hands in your hair, grips your waist, occasionally whispering about how perfect he thinks you are. He’s just passionate and so so in love.

🍜 Iba’s kisses are enthusiastic. This man sees affection as serious business, and always puts his best efforts into kissing you. He just wants to impress you, while showing you just how much he loves you. He’s like a man with a mission, and the intense look he gives you right before diving in and capturing your lips with his will never fail to give you butterflies. He’ll often grin brightly at you afterwards, and will ruffle your hair if you blush, maybe tease you a little. As if he didn’t nearly keel over the first time you kissed him!

⛓️ Shuhei’s kisses are unpredictable. Sometimes he gives a quick peck, other times in the mood to draw it out, or kiss you so deeply it leaves you completely breathless and wanting more, but even with the context of the situation you can never tell which he will pick. For example, if you’re running late, he may draw you in as you fix your hair and straight up make out with you. The next day, if you’re running late again, he may just give you a peck on the cheek or lips. Either way, Shuhei is the type of lover who will always kiss you as a goodbye in the mornings, and as a hello in the evenings as an important ritual between the two of you, but the variety will always leave your head spinning.

🧣Rangiku’s kisses are flirtatious. If it’s one thing she likes, it’s the thrill of the chase, playing cat and mouse. She has a habit of initiating all the time, catching you off guard and kissing you either passionately or very lightly. She will pull away, giving you a wink and a flirty smile and occasionally a teasing remark, before walking away or using shunpo, expecting you to chase after her. If you do, she’ll either reward you, or laugh her silvery laugh and disappear again. If you initiate the same behaviour it puts her on the back foot, but just be prepared: she’ll get you back!

🍡 Yachiru will give the occasional cheek kiss to you if you’re a big brother/sister figure. This kid will climb up you, nuzzle your cheek and plant a cute little kiss there. But beware, she’s likely after the sweets in your pockets!

🧬 Nemu’s kisses are restrained. All her life she’s been under strict control and orders, leaving little autonomy in decision making and her own body... Nevertheless, she’s a girl who does like to show affection to her lover, but lacks the experience. Please sit and show her some romantic movies, and be patient with her. Once she learns to let her inhibitions go? You bet you’re but they’re the best kisses you’ve ever had! Under all that stoicism is a person, and her fierce loyalty to you translates to physical, fiery affection. She’s touch starved, so expect her to be very receptive once she’s comfortable.

Next in the kisses series: seated officers!

Hanataro, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Sentaro and Kiyone

[roquesox]

hinamori hits the club

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characters:

Ise Nanao

Hinamori Momo

animé: Bleach ● ブリーチ

[muzansfangs]

Hiii! I hope ur still accepting requests. Recently, an idea has stuck in my head. What about taking bath with Aizen and his s/o? I hope you will accept it!

Cleanse my soul.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to Shinji Hirako, Kisuke Urahara, Kensei Muguruma, Rojuro Otoribashi, Lisa Yadomaru, Hiyori Sarugaki;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, cock-warming, vaginal sex, creampie, fear play, smoking, clit-edging, jealousy, nudity, Lieutenant Aizen, morally grey reader, mention to attempted murder, violence, gore, blood, talks about the future, betrayal, trust issues, turn back the pendolum arc, established relationship;

Plot: He was back, knocking on your door in the dead of the night. His Lieutenant badge had been damaged, the gleam in his chestnut eyes telling you he had succeeded in accomplishing his plan. He always seeked your company, after long days of work and unspeakable crimes committed to chase his dream of becoming a God. You were the only thing he would have never given up to on his climb to the Heaven.

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Reading by the window to distract yourself, you had watched in agitation the way your Captain had left the barracks to investigate on the sudden disappearence of Kensei Muguruma and and some members of his squad. Your stomach churned, apprehension leaving space to the mournful feeling of being forced to accept a brutal reality no one else in your Division was prepared for: at the end of the night, you were either going to say goodbye to Hirako Shinji, your Captain, or to Sosuke Aizen, his Lieutenant, your boyfriend.

No one else knew what was really happening, besides you, Kaname Tosen and Gin Ichimaru, the young prodigy Sosuke seemed to be so enthusiastic about. The secrets you harbored behind your soft smile, when you conversed with your friends, as if you had not just witnessed to some poor inhabitants of the Rukongai vanishing before you wary eyes, when you lied for him, when you cradled his face in your hands and reassured him everything was going to be okay, when he silently pleaded you to cleanse his soul by fucking you up against a wall and telling you the world was soon going to acclaim you their queen, were slowly consuming you up from the inside like acid sizzling the delicate walls of your stomach.

Despite that, you had chosen him above anything and anyone else. You were the priest absolving him from the sins he kept on staining his soul with for the sake of his ideals. The real question was: who cleansed your soul?

You often queried whether his efforts to keep your hands clean were actually successful. You were not innocent. You were guilty as well. You had just betrayed the Soul Society and your friends. Your idle tongue was as sharp as Sosuke’s blade. You wondered how many of your friends had already fallen by your boyfriend’s hand. A massacre was taking place outside and there you were, safe in your dorm and hoping Kisuke Urahara was not going to disrupt your lover’s plans.

Someone knocking on your door made you flinch, back straightening as a ramrod as you settled your book down on the ebony desk, careful not to make a sound. What if Sosuke had failed? Maybe he had sold you off too, after being arrested. The mere thought of your beloved boyfriend throwing you to the wolves made chills run down your spine and your mouth turn to chalk. Would Sosuke really do such a thing to you? You wondered, once again, if he loved you as much as you did.

You mentally rebuked yourself for assuming the worst. Sosuke loved you. Why were you doubting his feelings for you? Probably, you were just projecting onto your relationship the ominous feelings, swallowing you in a whirlwind of fear and anxiety, that you experienced when you watched him work cold-heartedly, sacrificing souls, to the chilling phenomen known as Hollowfication.

Your hand reached for your zanpakuto, your bare feet sliding onto the wooden floor without making a sound, just like he had taught you throughout the years you had spent together. You took a sharp intake of breath, tightening your grip on the hilt of your katana until your knuckles turned white. The visitor was masterly suppressing their reiatsu, making it impossible to detect their presence and identify who they were. You knew what you had to do, in case Sosuke’s failed and the guards went after you. Killing comrades, however, was entirely different from massacring Hollows. You were a shinigami, not an assassin. If the person knocking on your door was not your boyfriend, your blade was going to drip viscous, crimson blood of a shinigami.

Hiding your katana behind your back, you slided the door open, ready to become a full-fledged traitress. The lean frame occupying the threshold made you discard the blade onto the floor instinctively, the sound of the weapon clattering against the parquet echoing in the silent night, as your hands clutched the fabric of Sosuke’s shihakushō and pulled him inside. He had come back safe and sound.

It only meant one thing: the Fifth Division had lost its Captain.

You relished the bittersweet taste of happiness achieved through betrayal, when you smashed your lips onto his, hand scrambling to your side to slide the door shut. Yet, you had learnt to be selfish, you had grown familiar with the sensation of enjoying moments of peace and unbridled excitement, when other people were in pain. Sosuke held you close to his chest, his hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you back with equal fervor. His hair were disheveled, the badge indicating his status of Lieutenant was gone, the black fabric of his uniform torn in some parts, dirt dusted his clothes and visage.

“Are you hurt?” you dared murmuring against his lips, ignoring the way he was already trying to disrobe you.

“Unscathed. — he shortly informed you — But I could use a bath” he added, mouth voraciously assaulting the crook of your neck, whilst you were attempting to make a small conversation to know details about his victory.

However, right now, when you were in his arms and his teeth were nipping at your tender flesh, Sosuke did not seem to give a iota about further explanations. He had won. He had promised to come back to you and there he was, pushing you towards the bathroom, heedless of the corners biting onto your sides as he forced you to stumble backwards to reach the destination he had chosen for you two to spend the rest of the night at.

You winced pathetically against his lips, the chilly, wintry air blowing through the small, wide-open window of your bathroom leaving goosebumps on your now naked shoulderblades. The rustle of your clothes landing onto the floorboard accompanied you to the edge of the bath, as he finally let go of you and began to undress himself before your glossy, dreamy eyes.

No matter how many times you had traced the outlines of his abs with your lips, or fingertips, every single time his body was bared for you to contemplate you lost any cognitive capacity of thinking straight. Sosuke had always got you in a chokehold from the day you first met at the Academy.

He was that kind of man who outfoxed everyone around him, the sweet-natured guy with glasses no one would have ever accused of committing bloodcurdling felonies. Sosuke Aizen was far from being an ordinary man, some stranger easy to forget about. He had captivated you effortlessly in the palms of his hands, like a clueless butterfly delicately landing on the fruity, multicolored petals of a carnivorous plant only to be devoured to the bone. You had become one with him.

You realized you had been fantasizing about him again only when his hand reached for you chin, forcing you to crane up your neck and meet his gaze. His glasses were gone, his beautiful chestnut brown eyes boring into yours in anticipation as he brushed his thumb over your cheek “Focus on me” he commanded, his words no longer sugar-coated, the typical honeyed tone slipping out of his mouth when he talked to you absent.

His ravenous side strived to take over, evidently. He desired you like a helpless shipwrecked person hoped to find water in a deserted island, adrift amidst the salty water of the Ocean.

Seldomly you had recognized the diabolic gleam in his eyes outside the safe walls of your dorms. His lust, his thirst for power, his greed and ambitions were never showcased in his ever so kind eyes, the same pretty eyes bewitching you right now. Sosuke was the incarnation of the infamous wolf in sheep’s clothing. He had people bamboozled, unable to see him as nothing less than a noble, proficient and polite man minding his business and even reprimanding his Captain for the sake of his Division.

A man with leardship, but uncapable of doing any harm.

Perhaps, it was because you knew him so intimately that his demons had grown familiar with yours that you often asked yourself if you were a mere pawn in his hands, a pretty diamond pin to wear in order to fool people about his real intentions. You hesitated, a small frown creasing your forehead as you watched Sosuke impassibly stare at you in confusion.

“Tell me something, Sosuke. — you started, miraculously modulating your voice in a firm but soft tone — Are you going to abandon me, once the world will be in your hands?”.

His eyes clouded over for a moment, your stomach churning in apprehension. What if you had ruined it all? You impudent mouth, your lips quivering in fright, your heart pumping fast in your chest had revealed you were scared of losing him, or to be fair, of him.

Sosuke’s jaw clenched, his other hand gripping your hip to push you back towards the cool edge of the tub, the still warm water sparkling under the moonlight dimly enlightening the room “When the world will be nothing but a possession of mine, I will give it to you” he stated, making your stomach somersault.

Regrets for having even asked him such a silly question gnawed at your stomach, guilty conscience weighing on your shoulders like a heavy read. You blinked a few times in a row, watching as your boyfriend sidestepped you to climb into the tub. The sound of the water splashing onto the floor, overflowing from the edge, filled the air. Sosuke leaned his back against the bath, arms comfortably positioned on each side of it, penetrative gaze commanding you to join him.

Resisting was impossible. Entering the water, you snuggled into his chest, your back adhering to his firm abs as your neck reclined. Your hair tickled his chin, his jawline, his eyes closing to finally relax. He would have never admitted it, but you could tell he was exhausted. Even Kings needed to slack off, to ignore their duties and enjoy the small moments of bliss their life granted them.

“I need you to believe in me” he spoke out then, velvet voice playing the chords of your heart, as you swallowed thickly.

“I believe in you”.

“Then don’t doubt my love for you. Never” he asked of you tiredly, his arms now leisurely encircling your waist to bring your body closer to his, skin to skin, his mouth gliding down the curve of your neck.

You hummed, thighs parting, when his hand slipped further down your body, disappearing underneath the translucent water “I’m sorry. But this is all so scary, Sosuke. I was afraid—”.

“Afraid of what? That you mattered less than glory and honorifics?”.

You squeezed your eyes shut, his deft fingers parting your dewy folds as if they were a syrupy fig for him to feast on, the scene reminding you of a depraved bucolic lyric about a Greek, Attic shepherd corrupting a modest nymph by a river. A blasphemy you were condoning sheepishly.

The moans you let out were not the answers he was trying to coax you to pronounce “Answer me” he pressed.

“N-No!” you stammered, hips rocking as he plunged a finger into your tight hole, causing him to pull it out and gently pinching on your clit. While the action obviously did not hurt you, it sent waves of electricity running through your body. You jolted onto your seat, toes curling as you lolled your head back onto his shoulder.

Sosuke’s teeth nibbled onto your earlobe, before he hushed you “Hush, love. Can you just recall what I have taught you? Provide me a good argumentation and I won’t prolong this torture further” he whispered, his brown eyes shifting to a small cabinet at his right, making his blood boil in his veins.

Why did you still keep such an object in your house?

Were you maybe going behind his back? Were you actually siding with that frowsy scientist he had taken care of nearly an hour ago? Kisuke Urahara would have not been a problem anymore, whatever was the reason behind your injudicious decision of discarding that water-pipe in such a place for his eyes to see. A small test of your loyalty would have sufficed to prove how deeply you cared for him, to understand whether your devotion was pure and solely on him, or not.

Hazy, you clasped your hand over your mouth to muffle out another whimper threatening to erupt from your throat. Rationality left your body, when he touched you. How were you supposed to force your brain to properly function, when Sosuke was flicking your throbbing clitoris torturously between his thumb and index? Despite that, you knew damn well the only solution to your problem was doing exactly what he had said.

Tears prickling in your expressive eyes, you pushed your knees together, only for Sosuke to chide you and run his fingers through your drenched hair. His nails scraped your scalp ever so lightly, but it was enough to stop your futile struggle.

“You have such a pretty mouth, darling. Let me hear your voice, hm?” he mumbled, one of his arms sliding around your abdomen and pulling you flush against him while the other pinched your clitoris again.

You squealed out in overstimulation, your body too sensitive to endure more of this edging. It was his usual wicked game of power and self-control. Sosuke was in command, yet he made sure you always had your chance to make his ministrations cease. All you had to do was playing your part, like a pretty ballerina moving under his instructions. A false step and you sprained your ankle.

You huffed, cheeks heating up in embarrassment and shame for your total lack of backbone, when it came done to him “A Goddess shall never be afraid” you blurted out, sinking further into the water as a satisfied hum resonated from behind you.

True to his words, he stopped playing with your pearl, fingers merely delving into your pussy instead. Scissoring them gently into your warm cavern, Sosuke pressed his lips against your nape, eyes darkening in lust and a something shady you had failed to see due to your position.

“That’s right. You’re the future wife of a God. No matter how powerful and cruel a divinity is… — he started, one of his hand reaching out to grasp that water-pipe irking him to no end — A man is nothing without his woman” he finished, inspecting the smoking device between his fingers.

His words had left you breathless, your inner walls squeezing his fingers as you writhed in his arms. Your moans echoed in your small dorm, probably the shinigamis in the backyard had heard you too, but you did not care, nor did him. They knew better than coming after the Lieutenant’s girlfriend.

The respect he had gained through the years surpassed even the one your comrades had for the late Shinji Hirako.

Your eyelids had shut, relishing into the way he fingered you so deliciously, and your mouth was hanging open to release those shamelessly high-pitched cries of pleasure he loved so much. The hard wood of the pipe resting against your bottom lip, though, made your eyes snap open again.

Dread washed over you, as Sosuke’s fingers tangled your hair, yanking them back harshly “You still keep his gifts. Smoke for me then. Smoke to celebrate his incoming downfall, darling” he crooned, your blood running cold in your veins as he gripped your wrist and directed your hand up to make you grab the object yourself.

Yout shaky hands did wrap around it, teary eyes meeting his cold ones “S-Sosuke, I am sorry! I just forgot to throw it away, I promise” you apologized profusely, watching how he softly smiled at you and prompted you to raise your hips enough for him to impale you onto his cock.

“I know you did. — he cooed, the bulbous head of his shaft stretching your aching hole, as you languidly looked at him and whimpered as he buried himself deep into your welcoming core — I suggest you to smoke in his honor one last time, darling. Cry for his departure” he whispered, mouth leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your neck.

And you mourned Kisuke’s fate. Oh, you did it so convincingly, for after cock-warming your beloved boyfriend for a while he then began to thrust into you in hard, punishing thrusts making you sob tears of pleasure. You hiccuped, blurry vision, smoke filling your lungs, as you exaled through your nostrils.

Body sore, heat overflowing with Sosuke’s hot seed, you collapsed against chest. His arms held you close to him, as he watched the device sink into the now murky water, forgotten forever like the destiny of all those Captains and Lieutenants who had been unlucky to cross his path.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Uhm, I feel too ashamed to say anything about this. If it is not toxic, it’s not Sosuke to me. Ah, my first red flag crush… Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I adored writing it!

Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

X O X O

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[bleach-smashorpass]

[aizenswhore]

A kind reminder our man over here has a fucking eight pack. Dinner is ready, you’re welcome✨

Bleach, Aizen Sosuke, ep. 297

[withoutalice]

has this meme been made for them yet?

[saaraofthesand]

Bleach // Sun Tzu - The Art of War

[recurring-polynya]

today my husband and i were talking about the rich tapestry of captain-lieutenant relationships in Bleach, and out of our rambles my husband suddenly came out with "I can see Akon becoming a captain before I could see Nemu" and my brain is now overcome with the idea of Akon-taichou. His tired captain energy would so immaculate. He would never agree to do anything and then he would do it anyway. He would explain stuff in so much extraneous detail that people would start talking over him but he would keep talking. He would get shat on even more than Hitsugaya. I want this. I want this more than I have every wanted anything.

[graciethegreat]

A variety of drawings as my first art post here

[anime093se]

[whosyourfavevoicedby-polls]

[everbloomly]

死神

[muzansfangs]

Lieutenant Aizen.

You know, guys, sometimes I miss this version of him. I mean, look at him. A sweet, young and ambitious boy.

I REPEAT, LOOK AT HIM. HE DEFINITELY DID NOT ALMOST MURDER SOME CAPTAINS AND LIEUTENANTS IN ONE FUCKING NIGHT.

Your honor, my client is innocent 💅🏻

Fuck, I need crave him🥹❤️

– Luce

[mgenchanted]

Reflections

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