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ambiguouslady42 · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Gin Ichimaru x Rangiku Matsumoto

Genre: Sweet sprinkles of fluff, angst (no comfort)

Synopsis: The final words spoken before saying good-bye forever.

Tags: @pixelcafe-network, @interstellar-inn

Thank you @actuallysaiyan and @purpleqilinwrites for reading it <3

The past

From the moment she woke up on that empty ground, Rangiku Matsumoto knew something was missing. A piece of her that would make her complete.

“Eat this,” someone said as a piece of dried persimmon appeared near her mouth. “If you can have the energy to collapse from hunger, then you must have spiritual energy.”

“Do you have it too?” she asks the person.

“Yes. My name is Gin, pleased to meet you.”

Barely having the energy, she takes a small bite of the persimmon. Taking a bite of this fruit carried the sensation of something that could be forbidden. Gin and Rangiku were inseparable from the start. Rangiku never had a birthday, so the day they met would be her birthday. Every year since the star-crossed pair would share a dried persimmon to celebrate her birthday. Gin one year decided to gift Rangiku her first kiss. It was small and gentle; a symbol of his affection for her. His affection for Rangiku was true and never a lie; however, his mission was not.

They were just children, but Gin had a greater purpose, and he would carry this purpose to his dying breath. Despite the time they spent together, she never knew what his intentions were. The truth of the matter is that Gin knew what happened to Rangiku right before they met. The fire he felt in his heart the moment he saw glanced at how they left her on the ground. He swore his revenge, but he knew that journey would require sacrifice.

He witnessed another victim of having something stolen from them. Sneaky like a snake, he just watched from a bush as he acknowledged that it was a soul that was stolen. He saw who it was possessing these souls; Sosuke Aizen. He was methodical when he confessed to her that he was going to become a Shinigami. He was capable at this point of doing anything for her; he had to get her soul back. After telling Rangiku that he would become a Shinigami, he kissed her cheek and walked away. This memory was etched into Rangiku’s head, remembering the visual of Gin walking further away from her.

Upon meeting Aizen, he knew he had to do everything that was asked of him. To falter or question could mean death, and that wasn’t an option at this time. His ultimate goal was to take back what was stolen and kill those who harmed his Rangiku from the start. Over time, Gin proved to be an asset to Aizen. Watching several Shinigami become Hollows and smirking whenever Aizen admired his work. That smirk remained on his face, and yet, beneath all of it, he was always thinking of her.

Rangiku would follow Gin’s footsteps. She would become a Shinigami, but her strength would not be able to come to par with his. Despite this, she would do her best to be focused and serious if needed. As he gets further and further away from her, Rangiku becomes more outgoing. Meeting others and being in camaraderie brings out a facade that she can be easygoing and relaxed. Some would find this annoying, such as Captain Hitsugaya. This was just a mask. In her silence, she would think about the chaste kisses they used to have on her birthday.

“What was on his mind?” she kept thinking to herself.

One evening, she was sitting alone outside her quarters. It was her birthday, so tradition dictated that she have a dried persimmon. Although, she was alone this time. She sat silently eating while staring at the moonlight. When she looked to her right, she saw Gin sitting next to her

“May I?” he asked, reaching his hand out.

“Oh? Sure.” she hands him the persimmon.

“Not that, your hand.”

Furrowing her brow, she stared at him before giving him her hand. As she placed her hand on his palm, he gently tugged it close to softly kiss the back of her hand. Then in an instant, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. The moonlight illuminated right beneath them.

“Happy Birthday”, Gin said quietly.

The blush on her cheeks could be seen. Her heart was racing, but there was nothing she could say at this moment other than give him a soft smile. However, he looked at Rangiku solemnly. His time with her was coming to an end. Before he got up to take his departure, he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. From this moment, Rangiku’s world fell apart. She shed a tear, but he had already disappeared.

“What was he thinking? Why did he say that?” is all she kept thinking. She didn’t sleep that night, reliving every kiss and what it meant or could’ve meant.

The next day was the last time she would touch. She held on to his wrist before he departed from the Soul Society.

“I’m sorry”, he said before looking away from her.

She was confused as the one she held closest to her heart betrayed her to some extent. They made an oath together, yet he broke it. The words from that fateful night replayed in her head.

The present

The days go by. Those days turn into months. Without missing a beat, he’s always on her mind. She feels the ache in her heart whenever he is on her mind. She wonders if he ever thinks about her or if he forgot about her. Did he ever think about the kisses they shared? Or are they just a figment of the past? She lingered on these thoughts while remaining in Karakura Town. She remains loyal to protecting the souls of the living and those who need to crossover to the other side.

Meanwhile, in Hueco Mundo, Gin relives those memories when he isn’t near Aizen. His final kiss with you was always on his mind; along with the words he said to you on that night. He wonders if it’s coming true. In his heart, he knows that he is falling apart, but he must remain focused on his goal. He made a promise to himself that no one would hurt you again. He regrets any pain that he may have caused you, but he knows it was all for a cause. Maybe one day you’ll forgive him for his transgressions to the soul society. Perhaps, you will greet him with open arms and you accept everything he did for you. The time was coming near; he will likely see you again. He doesn’t know what will happen, but he needs to make sure you’re safe.

Rangiku fought and fought that day as if her life depended on it. She did it to defend the balance between the Soul Society and the world of the living. Duty demanded that she protect the vulnerable, even if the Shinigami’s chances of winning this battle are slim. Taking heavy breaths in and out, she is injured from fighting. Her inability to use a bankai placed her at a disadvantage, especially for this battle. However, she did not relent. Even when Aizen appears, she did not withdraw her weapon. She was ready to fight, no matter what the result would be. Out of nowhere, he appears again. Trying to dissuade Aizen from inflicting harm on her, it wasn’t a possibility. He knew that death was knocking, so he did what he had to. In an instant, he grabs her and teleports her away.

They’re at a building away from the danger, but he knows he just defied Aizen. Time is ticking, so he needs to make every moment count. For the first time in a long time, she’s able to see his eyes. They’re somber as he looks at her with longing. As she laid on the ground while he kneeled next to her, she mustered the strength to try to get up.

“Why did you do that?!”, Rangiku yelled. “Why did you leave?!”

However, he couldn’t answer her. The words were stuck in the back of his throat. All he kept thinking was about that final night and how he wished it never had to be this way.

“You shouldn’t have come here. Why did you do that?”, Those were the only things that were able to come out of his mouth.

“I’d do anything for you. I’m not ready to die yet, but if I can keep you safe, then I’ll do it.” are the words he thought about.

As she glared, the words that came out of his mouth were the ones he had said that final night. The tears quietly rolled onto her cheeks. Before she could respond, it went black. Gin did what he had to do to protect her; make her go to sleep and hope that she stays out of this battle. As she was out cold, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before continuing his mission; kill Aizen and retrieve her soul.

Within the darkness, she kept thinking of every moment she shared with him; how she longed for those days in vain. The kisses that she felt were just ghosts; lingering, but never forgotten. When she was able to open her eyes, she felt a sensation that she never longed to feel. She ran as fast as she could to see him, but it was too late. As the tears kept coming, all they could do was trickle down his face. His final moments were feeling the warmth of your tears on his face. He kept you safe, but he’s sorry that he couldn’t stay.

As she stayed with his lifeless body, she remembers that night still. She will never forget it or forget him. However, she didn’t expect his final words to be the ones from that evening. It’s a cruel joke as she feels that her world is falling apart. She’s just the one who gets to watch in adoration.

“Please ruin yourself for me, and I’ll watch in adoration as I fall apart as well.”

#bleach fanfiction #Bleach #Gin Ichimaru #Rangiku Matsumoto #gin x rangiku #rangiku x gin #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x female reader

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distinguishedshoeduckdonut · 5 months ago

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マフィアトリオの物語

#bleach #shinigami #sosuke aizen #aizen sosuke #gin ichimaru #kaname tosen #rangiku matsumoto #rangiku bleach #gin x rangiku

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aliensamba · 18 days ago

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I'm sorry, Rangiku.

#bleachedit #bleach #gin ichimaru #matsumoto rangiku #animeedit #aliensamba gifs #my edit #aliensamba #dw: fandom empire #crunchy quality gifs but i like this scene #gin x rangiku #soul society: the rescue arc

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suigetsusunny · 4 months ago

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Temporary whispers of the heart ⊹₊⟡⋆ | Sosuke Aizen X Reader

Chapter 5 | Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You

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“What are you doing…” Aizen sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as you downed another small ceramic glass of saké .

“You brought me here to drink, so I'll drink. I’ve wanted to try and get voraciously drunk though I never have, and I might as well after whatever today was...“ You chuckled, smiling as the glass pressed against your lips once more. The booze began to slam against you like a truck, your head dizzying and rocking slightly back.

“You did your best and that is admirable of you… ” Aizen huffed as he sipped on his own glass, circling the rim with his fingers.

“It was pitiful. How could I have been caught at such a weak moment? How was I supposed to kill that hollow, knowing that I watched it morph from a fellow Shinigami right before my eyes?”

“There are some things that extend beyond your usual duties, I guess.”

You felt a sharpness in your chest, the image of the dire soul reaper that you had once been acquainted with bubbling into a rabid and fierce hollow forever replaying in your mind. That sharpness began to cause throat contractions, as you suddenly felt the urgent need to empty your insides. You stumbled as you immediately rose off the tatami floor, rushing to Aizen’s bathroom and relieving yourself.

Soft hands caressed your tresses and massaged your head as it all came spilling out, alongside your sobs. Yet you hid that from him, another form of weakness you were not willing to show. After all, this was what you had signed up for.

“Do not punish yourself for feeling that way. Embrace your humanity.”

You sighed after you puked, nodding off at the feeling of Aizen’s hands running gently through your hair and the sight of him kneeled next to you so tenderly.

“I know I have a duty to uphold… How can I embrace my humanity when all I get for it is shame. Shame on my family… Shame on my sister… Oh, what am I saying.”

Aizen exhaled at your comment, taking a damp towel and softly patting your face with it. The feeling of his tender and warm hands cupping your face sent you into a frenzy of emotions, his gentle hazel eyes embracing your own causing your head to dizzy.

“You are a strange one. Yet I see no wrong in that.”

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You played with the rim of your champagne glass, chuckling now and then at the drinking games that Ikkaku and Hisagi played, their eyes fiercely battling one another and bright shades of red accompanying their cheeks as they refused to let mere shots of vodka break their masculinity. Shunsui took a seat opposite you, aside Rangiku and Soi Fon, the man oddly late.

“And how are we all on this fine evening?”

The two drunkards halted their movements, nodding their heads forth in an abysmal bow and mumbling out a polite greeting. You laughed at Ikkaku's belch that echoed through the room, the whole table erupting into a cacophony of laughter as Hisagi followed suit and let out a considerably gnarly one alongside him. “...Good, and you sir?”

Shunsui snorted as he nodded, giving a brief and hesitant mumble. “Eh, alright. Assigned myself to give a word of thanks today to all, getting jitters but I'll be fine.”

“Still feels so strange saying general commander instead of captain now.” You chuckled, leaning back in your seat as you sipped your glass.

“So… Why did you invite that thing?”

Soi Fon queried abruptly, burping from her mass intake of saké as she leaned atop her palm, her elbow resting on the white tablecloth. You snickered in response, though leaning in forward more to listen…

“Where else can he stay, a place guarded with all the ranked officials in the soul society is a perfect place rather than dumping him alone to terrorise random people, no?”

You both sighed in unison, unable to disagree. As you swirled around the last drop of champagne in your glass, you felt a sense of dejection, you needed something to rid yourself of the gruelling feeling sitting in your stomach. Patting Shunsui’s shoulder, you stood up and waved to a very intoxicated Rangiku laughing at Toshiro as you began to depart towards the bar. “I’m getting a refill.”

The drunkards gave you flimsy goodbyes before you approached the bar, eyeing the menu hung on the wall. You took a seat alone, the other members of the society fairly intoxicated and… even occupying the dance floor tonight. It was an amusing sight, watching Hiyori grab Hirako's wrist and making him dance with her. You chuckled to yourself, before looking to the bartender to place an order. A martini, you thought..?

A couple novice Shinigami’s caught your peripheral abruptly, the smattering of women displaying minimal fear as they interacted jovially with the special threat across from you. Your jaw hung slightly low as you perceived them blush and laugh, an eyebrow raised at their naivety. Your eyes then drifted towards the bottle of vodka placed atop the shelves towards the back of the bar, feeling a certain craving in your throat begging to be satiated.

The cool liquid seared through your throat, the sting on your tongue only increasing as you shoved one after the other down. You huffed, rubbing your eyes in defeat at your immature drinking urges. What naïve girls… Do they not know who he is? They’re talking to the epitome of terror, disgraceful, ignorant, ugly-

“Is that… Six shots? What the…”

You felt ants crawl under your skin as you heard Hirako behind you, his grotesque voice alongside his filthy blazer making the muscles in your throat begin to gag. “Can I ever catch a break from you? I think I’m going to throw up all over your radioactive blazer if you don’t remove yourself from my sight.”

Shinji rose his hands up in surrender, chuckling at you, only serving to exacerbate your mood. “You’re the one who called me in desperation today, hey.”

“Though even if I puked on you nobody would even notice it, how devastating…”

“Maybe you’ve got to lay off the drinks, woman .”

You shot an infuriated glare at him, scoffing at his discourtesy.

“ Woman? What did you say?”

“Okay, calm down, I didn’t mean-“

Abruptly, you felt a bubbling within your stomach and you began to gag. You forced your rough throat muscle contractions to halt as you gripped your mouth, stumbling while you rushed to the bathroom, a stunned Shinji left alone at the bar table.

You slammed the door open, shutting it and unbothered to lock it as you kneeled over the toilet to let your insides pour out of your mouth. Your head and throat throbbed as you coughed up liquid and chunks of grotesque colours, you knew your alcohol management was horrific yet… You weren’t expecting it to be this bad.

You wiped your mouth, your eyes teary as you sniffled and coughed before the door suddenly creaked open. Amazing timing as it seemed, as Sosuke’s complacent gaze latched onto yours. One that had pierced your soul so vigorously that you ended up being snatched back to the past, to a past you had long forgotten. Or at least desperately tried to.

Aizen gently shut the door back after seeing you, making you feel like slamming your head against the ceramic toilet bowl. Such an indecorous, disgusting, hideous scene you were in… Leaned over the toilet, coughing and sputtering as your face went crimson and your eyes tainted with tears.

Just as your throat muscles contracted and forced you to crouch over and release your insides once more, the door quietly creaked open again. You could hardly care who was there anymore, you had already felt humiliated enough having to be seen in this condition by that man.

A gentle yet sharp cologne rose throughout your nostrils as you emptied the remaining contents of your stomach, a hand gently bringing back the hair hanging above your face and holding it behind you.

“Your alcohol management is still so direly weak…”

Aizen’s familiar sultry voice unwelcomed you, his mocking voice causing a tear to embarrassingly fall from your eye. You sputtered once more before you wiped your face, reluctantly looking him in the eye with your own watery ones.

“I don’t want your words of pity.” You swiftly stood up, stumbling slightly as you shut the toilet lid and flushed it. Sosuke's grip latched onto your wrist as you stumbled, steadying you.

“I’m not pitying you. I’m just surprised you haven't grown any stronger.”

“I don’t require your opinion. Let me return back.”

“To where? Hirako? I presume you’d puke again at the sight of that thing.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, snorting at the fact that he was probably right. A satisfied grin plastered itself on Sosuke’s face as he watched you let out a breathless laugh, a forgotten melody that had not touched his ears in far too long.

“That’s true…”

You look towards him, suddenly aware of his polished appearance as opposed to your.. unruly mess.

“I’ll be right, just let me fix myself up, I seem like a disheveled creature…” You chuckled, running the tap under your palms and rinsing your mouth.

“If a disheveled creature causes people to turn their heads and do a double take at them, then I too wish to be one.” He huffed, shaking his head as he smirked bitterly. You scoffed at his sarcasm, wishing you could wipe the blush not only from being drunk off of your cheeks.

“Serenade me with your humour some more, I relish in it. It’s so funny. Ha ha.” Sosuke's smirk only grew wider as he chuckled at your comment. “Sure. You look elegant like that, regardless of your convoluted hair.”

You felt your eyes widen and your throat close, surprised by the sudden compliment before you exhaled in exasperation. “Aren’t you an interesting one… Using the same manipulative tactics decades later.”

A slightly drunken Aizen grinned at you, chuckling softly at your annoyed reaction. You rolled your eyes at him, setting your hair and softening your lips with gloss in the mirror before heading to strut out of the bathroom, however a voice stopped you just as you latched your fingers around the handle of the door.

“Maybe this time I just want to know why you thought seven shots of vodka would please your system.”

You paused, groaning at his query as you looked back at him. “Are we even acquainted enough for you to be speaking to me, Mr. Aizen?”

“No. Yet I can acknowledge that we once were and drive off that fact.”

“That doesn’t count.” “The look in your eyes tells me otherwise.”

Two drunkards stared eye to eye, the hate ignited in their irises morphing passionately with one another.

“… I need some fresh air.”

You huffed after letting your drunk mouth run wild, snatching the door open and heading to strut up the stairs. You glanced at your table gleefully chatting with one another, smiling at the melancholic sight. All you required was some fresh air, you thought. You couldn’t stand being in the enigmas manipulative presence any longer.

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As you gazed out into the evening sky, you felt a rush of irritation and solemnity overwhelm you unpleasantly. You muttered under your breath, snatching a cigarette from your purse and lighting it on a whim.

Puffing out into the horizon, you hoped to get whatever feeling was pooling in your stomach to rid itself as you distracted your thoughts.

“What’re you doing up here? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” A poisonous voice cursed your ears, one you had desperately been trying to avoid, successfully up until now.

“Nothing, just need a breath of fresh air.” You scrambled to hide the cigarette, yet Yoruichi’s hand had already clasped it in hers.

“Seriously? Smoking? I thought you quit.”

“I did, I just…”

You huffed seeing her familiar appearance, envious of how her gorgeous dark red dress hugged her curves so well.

“You know what? What do you know about me? You don’t know if I quit or not. What do you care?” You snapped, unable to keep your mouth from running any longer. You felt in your stomach you were going to regret this, yet your mind didn’t care.

“I do care. Not just as a sister, but as a friend.”

Yoruichi tucked a plum lock behind her ear, reaching out to squeeze your hand. Yet you flinched in response, swatting it away. “We are neither of those.” “I understand your frustration, but that was many decades ago and we’re still family-” “I am not your sister! I forgave that role the moment you left me in the dust, Yoruichi.”

“I know… But through everything, I realised we are still family and I care for you.”

You felt rage boil, raising your voice and pointing a finger at her as tears threatened to stream down your face.

“You care for me? Don’t humour me. I haven’t seen Yuuchika in decades because of you!

“I-”

“I never even got to see him grow up! Did you ever think about how that would’ve felt?”

“Please, Y/N…” “Maybe you used to be my sister.”

You looked at her with an icy glare, devoid of emotion.

“Now you’re just some bitch who threw me out to suck up to her parents.”

Yoruichi sighed in defeat as you stormed off, turning to go downstairs. However, you were quickly stopped by a pale blonde walking up the stairs and reaching the top, a confused look tainting his face as he saw your teary eyes.

“You can’t just call your sister that.” Urahara’s eyebrows furrowed in agitation, towering over you as you stepped back.

“This doesn’t involve you.” You grunted, glaring at him.

“It does when you’re not listening to my partner trying to fix things with you-” “After what, decades upon decades? Years of wondering what I did to deserve any of that? Not even an apology?”

“You can’t avoid her forever and just cling onto the past.” Kisuke's viridescent eyes pierced your own, his unusually stern glare cutting through you as he crossed his arms. “I was kicked out of my own home and my own sister who I loved-”

Yoruichi cut through once more, fretting at the fact you and him were beginning to get heated too. “Just let me explain to her… You’re clearly drunk.” Her golden eyes glared at a flushed Urahara, signaling for him to back down through her hunter stare. The naïve man disobeyed her anyway, the alcohol and pent up frustration clearly getting to his head.

“You don't understand, Y/N. You’re being immature.”

“Shut up! You aren’t my father.” You snapped back at him, appalled that he was trying to get involved in what was between you and Yoruichi. “Well clearly you didn’t have one!”

…

You paused as Urahara snapped, his hand immediately rushing to cover his mouth as his eyes widened and regret filled his body. You looked at him with an emotionless stare, your face placid, sighing indifferently as you walked past him.

“I’m so sorr-”

You ignored his voice calling out to you alongside Yoruichi’s, drowning them out as you stepped slowly and solemnly down the stairs. And if everything couldn’t get any worse, it seemed another visitor decided to observe the commotion.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Sosuke, his gaze complacent yet a slight interest piqued in them. You fervently hated the fact that your body was conditioned to consider him a sight for sore eyes, feeling somehow comforted by his hazel eyes meeting yours. The enigma decided to just give a nod of acknowledgement and walk right past you, causing you to exhale in relief as you continued your descent down the stairs.

You take a seat back next to Rangiku, sighing as you rested your head on her shoulder. Matsumoto glanced towards you, noticing your tear stained cheeks and immediately cupping your face in her hands. “Oh bubba, are you okay?!”

You felt like melting into a puddle, unable to process any of the many feelings coursing through your head right now. She squeezed your hand, caressing it whilst she asked what was wrong. Just as you opened your mouth to dismiss her worries, the music halted to let Shunsui stand up and give his speech. You mustered a smile at Rangiku before turning to watch the raven haired man tapping on the mic, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“Good evening all, I hope you’ve all had a pleasant night and enjoyed yourselves thoroughly. Though please, lay off the drinks… It smells putrid in here.” Shunsui sighed, chuckling under his breath whilst everyone else followed suit.

“I just wanted to give my thanks to all of you and your unwavered efforts, you know I’m not the kind of man to stand up here and give praise but… You all deserve it. You’ve all worked so hard, the soul society would crumble without each of your efforts. And for that, I say thank you.”

Boisterous clapping ensued his speech, you even chuckled a bit at the sight of him acting so sincerely… It was a rare sight.

“And thank you to Urahara Kisuke, a man I once vehemently hated standing beside me today, for hosting all of this.” He chortled as he signalled for the host of the night to greet him on the empty space on the floor.

Kisuke walked on stage, and your eyes widened in surprise. The man was clearly dishevelled yet still smiling as he graciously shook both of Shunsui’s hands. His hair seemed scruffed and you swore a light bruise could be seen on the side of his face. You sighed and looked to your feet as he straightened himself up before speaking into the mic.

Well clearly you didn’t have one!

“I would like to give my thanks as well, although I’m not as good with my words as you are, Commander…”

“We know!”

Hiyori yelled from the crowd, causing everyone to burst into laughter. You yourself snicker, grinning at her comment. It felt nourishing, as if you were living your revenge through the girl.

Despite your dire attempts of masking your emotion, Matsumoto seemed to look straight through you.

“Come on, let's go outside.”

Her pale palm tenderly held your wrist as everyone began to chat once more, and you solemnly followed. You talked with her outside whilst you both sat on a curb adjacent to the road, explaining everything that had just happened whilst you lied on her shoulder.

“Geez… What a rough night. I’m sorry.” Rangiku frowned, sighing as she squeezed your hand. You shook your head, adamantly dismissing her apology. “Don’t be, it’s not your fault.”

You suddenly perceive Hisagi and Aizen in the corner of your eye, Shuuhei’s grip on his wrist seeming quite harsh and ragged. You lifted a hand to wave to the both of them, mustering out a polite smile. “Leaving so soon?” Hisagi frowned at your query, looking to the side whilst he mumbled an answer.

“I guess.”

Sosuke just gave a placid smirk, lifting his free arm to acknowledge your dismissal. You give a solemn goodbye to both, noticing the new scratch on Aizen’s neck, perplexed however too caught up in your thoughts to think too fervently about it.

The amount of time your eyes locked for felt far too long, yet somehow far too short at the same time, as you were unable to take your eyes off of him and the new wound present on his neck.

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“I see your temper management is as substandard as ever.” The chestnut haired man chuckled, sliding his hands into his pant pockets as he sauntered up the stairs and paused beside a culpable Urahara.

A fire ignited in the solemn man's soul suddenly once more, Kisuke turning sharply to face him.

“I could banish you from every world right now if it were my will, I would choose my words carefully.” “Had you learned to not run your mouth like that and instead used your wit to do something beneficial for this world I would have perhaps been bothered to choose my words carefully.” Sosuke chuckled under his breath, shaking his head in amusement as he brought forth a cigarette from his pocket and began to walk off.

“Are you involved in this?” Kisuke turned to look at him, causing him to pause as Urahara approached him menacingly.

“The real question is, are you?” Sosuke turned his head to the side to look at Kisuke, giving a placid yet cunning stare in levity through the single strand spilled unto his sharp features.

Abruptly, the blonde stormed up to Sosuke, snatching his collar and turning it towards him.

“You think you’re so much better than everyone? I’ll remind you to stay in your place.” Urahara’s nails aggressively scratched Aizen’s throat as he pulled him forward, looking him in the eye.

“I think you’re the one who needs a reminder to stay in their place, Kisuke.” Aizen grinned, yet his one eyed glare was murderous as he retaliated by grabbing his face and squeezing it tight, ensuring his leer was locked onto Urahara intimidatingly.

“What the hell guys, come on.” Yoruichi sighed, rubbing her face as she shoved the two apart. She snatched Sosuke’s wrists and latched them behind his back, enhancing his Reiatsu cuffs and weakening him.

“What do you want from my sister?”

Aizen paused, turning to the side to look at Yoruichi through the bronze lock that hooked onto his face once more. “Nothing. I’m just an amused observer. And I don’t think the title of ‘her sister’ pertains to you.”

Her grip tightened further in vexation, appalled at his snarky comment. “Don’t test me. You’re on thin ice.”

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a/n

guys pleasee give me criticisms for this chapter ! idk how i feel about it. let me know ur thoughts !!

happy reading <3

sumi

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reaperpie · 11 months ago

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#gin #gin ichimaru #rangiku #rangiku matsumoto #gin x rangiku #bleach art #bleach anime #bleach #art #anime #anime fanart #anime and manga #digital fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #illustration

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my-my-my · 6 months ago

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I wrote this GinRan story a few years ago, one of the first Bleach fanfics I wrote (I also had never written an Aizen fic at this point haha). I posted this on ao3 back in the day.

Click here to read on AO3.

TW: implied alcoholism, death

Characters: Ichimaru Gin, Matsumoto Rangiku, Kira Izuru

Rangiku tries to keep a routine as she mourns the loss of Gin, unfortunately for her, alcohol becomes her source of comfort.

Rangiku woke with a fine film of last night's alcohol in her mouth, a throbbing headache, but also a sense of numbness.

Her bedroom had various bottles scattered throughout, clothes strewn haphazardly and her makeup brushes needed to be cleaned.

Orihime said having a routine to follow is good…

She looked over the cat calendar she brought back from the World of the Living. It was two weeks since Gin died.

Her body shuddered at the memory.

But she had a routine to follow, and the first step was to take a shower.

She noticed Captain Hitsugaya had gotten a bit lenient on her. Maybe because she was actually doing her work for a change. Not that she could blame him, for once she preferred the silence of her office than everyone else's nosy questions.

They would ask about him. The would want her to talk about him.

Rangiku wanted to drink instead. The burning sensation would drown any of her words about Gin and their relationship. She wanted her words to disappear.

What was there to say?

Rangiku drifted between feeling angry at Gin, angry at herself, mourning over him, or a sense of numbness. As of late, the numbness went on autopilot.

Once she was done with her paperwork, she headed straight to the alcohol shop. Vodka was last night's menu; tonight, she would go for tequila.

But Captain Hitsugaya yelled at her before she stepped off the premises.

As he dropped a stack of papers into her hands, he told her, "I need you to deliver these files to the third division."

Her body felt like it was on fire.

"Why can't you get the third seat to do it? I'm heading home now, sir. If it's really that urgent, then you can deliver these yourself."

It was harsh and disrespectful, but Rangiku wanted to avoid the third division barracks. She didn't want to be reminded of Gin, and one person would be there and try to talk to her about him.

She needed the burn of tequila faster than ever.

Captain Hitsugaya shouted at her again. Her hangover crawled back. A headache that pounded to the sound of his yelling.

"Fine." She snapped at him and held the documents firmly in her hands. She flash stepped to the third division.

A part of her felt guilty for shutting out Izuru, but the comfort of alcohol was what she wanted, rather than hearing someone talk about Gin. He had been trying to talk to her for a few days now, but she couldn't stand the thought of talking about Gin. She didn't trust herself on what would come out.

She told herself that this delivery would be short, quick and as polite as possible. Izuru was more understanding than most in Soul Society. She also knew that he was one to talk about his feelings to those he was close to. Not that she could fault him for that, that's what was healthy, but their mutual point of conversation was not.

In a way, she was envious of him for that. And Momo. Once Captain Hirako was reinstated to the fifth division, they bonded over Aizen's treatment of them. How blindsided they felt. Momo didn't fully trust Captain Hirako, but he didn't blame her for that. There was a comfortable distance between them.

Now that she thought more about it. Shuuhei hand Kensei and Mashiro to talk about Tosen. Well, most likely Kensei, Mashiro didn't see all that interested in Shuuhei's feelings. But who did Izuru have? Who did she have?

Maybe it isn't so bad to talk to him?

She started to sweat. Her autopilot took her towards Izuru's office and without even realizing it, she was knocking on his door.

"My captain wanted me to give this to you." And she shoved the documents to Izuru's chest.

"Oh, uh thank you. I'm done for today, but is it ok if I send these back tomorrow?" He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, avoiding her eyes.

"Yes, that's fine. But Kira, since you're done work, why don't we grab a drink?"

That startled him. He had sworn that Rangiku had been avoiding him, but he wasn't going to say no.

"Should I invite Shuuhei and some of our usuals to join us?" Izuru asked, walking behind Rangiku.

"No, I just wanted to have a drink with you."

He hummed in agreement as they walked to the market.

It was awkward. The booth they had gotten seemed so much smaller than what she thought. Rangiku usually would have taken charge of the conversation, but today she just wanted to nurse the tequila in front of her. Izuru was silent too, taking small sips of his sake, yakitori skewers in between them.

"Do you think about why he did it?"

The question slipped out of her mouth before she had time to stop herself. Izuru placed his cup down, but he didn't look at her when he spoke.

"To be honest, I thought I knew him. But after everything… I don't know what to think anymore."

"Do you miss him, Izuru?"

"I do. Or maybe I think I miss the memory of him."

Memories are nice, but that's all they are.

But all they had now were memories of him. The memory of Gin the Child, rescuing her with persimmons. Captain Gin who teased Izuru mercilessly, but gave him the self-confidence he needed to be a vice-captain.

For the first time since the night after Gin's death. She cried. Izuru held her hands and steadied her shot glass to the table. His head was lowered, but splotches of tears dripped on to the table.

Rangiku squeezed his hands then let go. She began refilling his sake cup and her shot glass.

"For Gin."

And with tears in their eyes, they drank to the better times they had with him.

Laughter, tears and alcohol.

For once her words didn’t feel like it burned.

Thank you for reading!

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mystery lover

Who is this mysterious man occupying your mind?

Sousuke Aizen x female!reader, au modern time

warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, aizen is a little manipulative (as always)

words: 4338

You'll find yourself coming back to this club again and again. Rancid, fights inevitable in this club. But the music wasn't bad and the drinks are affordable for a student like you. What's more, the club is full of underworld figures who spend their free time here and mingle with people. It doesn't bother you as long as you're left alone. Your hair lies straight down your back, while light glitter adorns your eyes. You put a little extra effort into your styling today in the hopes of meeting someone special here.

“Babyyyy”

You have to grin. The voice next to you and the arm wrapped around you belongs to Matsumoto. She finally arrived (appropriately late and slightly alcoholic, of course). “Girl…how much have you had already?”

The person you were talking to just giggled to herself and pressed a juicy kiss on your cheek. “Why do you let your girlfriend drink so much?” you said to the white-haired man, who just grinned at her. “As if I could forbid her…” he called to you a little louder as the music made normal conversations impossible. When Matsumoto lets go of you, Gin gives you a quick hug before sitting next to you at the bar. Your eyes wandered around the crowd, searching for him. “Looking for your secret lover?”

“So conspicuous?” you murmur, looking at Gin’s knowing face. “You don’t hide your desperation very well”

“Baby…leave her. The guy must look damn good that she dressed up like that today.” You pinch the blonde-haired woman’s side. Does she always have to be so direct? “Now that you mention it, baby…” Gin adds. “She does look really hot today.”

“Doesn’t she ever look hot?” Matsumoto snaps at her boyfriend, who just raises his hands in defense. “Of course always, but today a little more especially,” he tries to pull himself out of his misery. Matsumoto looks at him sharply from the side before she turns to you and orders you a new glass. Your thoughts keep wandering back to the stranger who has taken over your mind. Flashbacks pass by, making your blood boil. His soft brown hair that you could grab with your fingers. The soft lips curling into a diabolical grin as he felt you become water in his hands. This man knew what he was doing and left you standing the moment you wanted to give yourself completely to this stranger. He let go of you, his hands stroking your cheeks before leaving with a smile.

You were standing in the middle of the club, completely stunned, completely ignoring the people around you. This man swept you away and left you cold. You saw him disappear into the crowd for a moment before you thought you had seen him for the last time.

Your hope is not dead yet. You'll keep going to the club to see him. To hope he remembers you and looks for you. It may seem desperate, but you didn't care at the moment. As the next cocktail is pushed towards you and Matsumoto, you're grateful that you can hopefully drink your thoughts away. You literally devour the sweet drink that burns in your throat. “Matsumoto? I want to dance!” you squeak out, trying to get away from thoughts of him to distract yourself in order not to completely lose your mind (you lost it a long time ago, because since when do you make more effort for a man? Pathetic). The strawberry blonde let herself be carried away giggling while Gin wished you a lot of fun with a crooked grin. Together you dance directly to the dance floor between all the people. Immediately, some eyes were on Matsumoto, which was hardly surprising. With her tall stature and perfect physique as well as charisma, it is no wonder that she was admired. You have to grin because the blonde mostly ignored it completely. She had Gin. You were a little jealous of their perfect relationship, secretly wishing for yourself too, even if you can hide it well behind your 'fuck-it' attitude. The music sets the rhythm in which you let yourself drift. With your hands on Matsumoto's body and vice versa, you blend into the dancing crowd. You squeal in delight as the DJ starts playing a good song. Perfect. Everything was perfect. If it weren't for his face that suddenly appears and you think you recognize it in a millisecond. Your eyes widen and you lose your balance for a moment. Your friend recognized this immediately and held you for support. "Are you good? Are you sick?” she shouts worriedly in your ear, “Do you need some water?” You shake your head. “Everything’s fine…I lost my balance for a moment,” you yelled into her ear for the second time and she nodded in understanding. You didn't want to tell her about your hallucination, lest you seem even more pathetic.

You continue dancing with the blonde, trying to concentrate on the music again. God, how annoying you are right now. After four more songs, you both decide to go to the bar for a moment. Matsumoto wanted to get her kiss from her boyfriend, which she said she truly earned after dancing. Laughing, you make your way to the bar, Gin's light hair is clearly visible in the crowd. Someone is standing next to him, chatting animatedly with Matsumoto's friend. The closer you get, the sicker you get. The man who talks so lively with Gin is none other than him. What a twist. What a damn coincidence. He turns to you and his look spoke volumes. He knew it. His smile betrays it all. You feel hot and cold and that tingling feeling in your body became stronger. Was it a signal to run away quickly or was your body in anticipation? In your condition you couldn't tell the difference anymore.

Matsumoto fell into her boyfriend's arms while you just stood awkwardly next to her, avoiding his gaze. Everything inside you was tense. "Oh, Sosuke"It's nice to finally see you again!" said Matsumoto happily, literally falling into his arms, which he acknowledged with a smile. Your best friend knew him so personally that she threw herself into his arms. Things just got worse. The blonde let go of the tall pretty boy before turning to you and pulling him close. “By the way, this is my best friend,” she introduced you and you tried to smile politely so as not to let your inner anger show. “This is Sosuke, a long-time work colleague and friend of Gin. Finally you get to know each other”

“I’m very pleased,” he says politely with a flash in his dark eyes. “Me too,” you reply, wanting to slap the flirtatious smile off his face. God, how that man just drove you crazy. You need another shot, even if that wasn't such a good idea just now. Otherwise you won't be able to bear this disgrace. You feel Matsumoto's grip on your waist as if she was trying to tell you something. “Gin and I will be right back…get to know each other more,” your best friend winks at you and you just hate her more than anything right now. You glared at her as she just laughed and disappeared into the crowd with Gin in her arms.

“They won’t be back anytime soon”

You jumped when you heard his deep voice right next to you. He had leaned down slightly towards you. Shivers race down your spine. “You can stop playing your game,” you tell him, harsher than you intended. You didn't want to show him how much his farce annoyed you. His smile only grew wider. “What game?” It was seething inside you. Arrogant asshole. Damn pig.

“I can literally hear you insulting me with countless swear words in your beautiful little head,” he mentions with a wink, casually rocking the scotch glass back and forth in his hand. “Let me hear about it, but from your lips…”

This man was a pest. A damn good-looking nuisance. “You must think very highly of yourself for me to give you a second thought…” you reply, sitting down on the bar stool next to him (not because you want to sit next to him. Your legs are just a little wobbly, of course).

“We both know that’s a lie”

He leans his head slightly on his hand, the prominent strand of hair falling slightly into his face. You don't know how to interpret his smile. In any case, it was not a bit of a joyful nature. “What do you actually want from me?”

The smile grew a little wider. He was so close to you and yet so miles away. While thousands of images race around in your mind, he seems to see every one of them. “I think you know the answer to that.”

“I wouldn’t ask otherwise, Aizen-san”

“Sosuke”

You shake your head. “Let’s stick to last names please”

He laughed. “I must have hurt your pride too much, am I right? When I just left you there. You were ready to give yourself to me…and I refused you.”

You should run away. This man meant disaster, but on the other hand you were also curious to see how far this would go. You must have gone crazy. You ignore his statement and signal to the bartender that you would like another glass. “Do you have to work up the courage to answer me?”

“No, more to put up with you,” you reply sharply, taking the glass down gratefully. He laughed darkly, you felt his gaze from the side that seemed to be studying you closely. “Gin was right…”

"With what?" You hope he didn't feel your pounding heart too. Suddenly you feel his warm breath on your ear. Shivers break through your body. "I took a liking to you…"

“Aizen-san-”

“Sosuke”

You groan in annoyance. “Don’t you want to give up already?”

“Do you give in then?” His fingers run reverently through your straight hair. “You literally light up this seedy club. Not many can do that.” He touched you without really touching you. “Seeing you on the dance floor earlier reassures me that I want you.”

His words are like honey on his lips, which you secretly want to taste. Each word pressed deeper into your body. It had been a long time since a man had even spoken such words to you. You were an easy target. Something inside you persuaded you to cave. But not quite yet. "Dance with me." She expected resistance, but contrary to her expectations, he held out his large hand for you to take. With a smile you place your hand in his, feeling the warmth radiating from him. He gently pulls you to your feet before leading you through the crowd with a firm but gentle grip. Your heart was pounding as you let him lead you. When you found a suitable spot, he let go of your hand and placed it on your waist. You look up at him before you start moving and he follows your pace. His face was filled with a variety of colors, making it seem like a painting that you could look at forever. He pulled you close, his strong hand sending tingles throughout your entire body. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you dance, tightly wrapped around each other. Aizen grabs your back, only to spin you around and then hug you back to him. He literally takes your breath away. He seemed like a natural, so you can't help but think about what else he was so talented at. You still don’t like this man, but you don’t need to like someone to fuck him-

…

Your question while dancing earlier should now be answered.

“Don’t you want to sit down?”

He leaned casually into his expensive-looking leather couch. His legs, which had previously been crossed, now stood next to each other and opened up. Your pulse was pounding. His question was ambiguous. His grin clearly supported this. He seemed to be waiting to see what you decided. The slightly open shirt invites you to run your fingers over the exposed skin. You approach him, your fingers twitching slightly before positioning yourself between his legs. His fingertips run over the satin material of your dress, tugging at it lightly without actually touching you. He looks up at you, his fingers continuing to dance across the fabric. It tickled slightly, making your nipples peek out from under the delicate fabric. His eyes wandered to your breasts and he touched the material there too, almost reverently. You tremble under his almost-touch. A slight smile graced his lips. The last shred of your control faded and you straddled his lap. That was your consent. In this moment, your pride is too tiny and unimportant, replaced by the tingling sensation between your legs. “Good girl”, he praised almost too gently, which only heated you up even more. Your dress slipped up slightly, revealing your panties, which already had a clear wet spot on it. Sosuke's gaze immediately slid downwards. His fingers dance along your thighs, brushing against your exposed skin. You dare more, putting your hand on his chin and forcing him to look at you. Almost piously, you trace the contours of his facial features, feeling every little bump and edge that made his entire appearance perfect. As you explored his face, his rough fingertips trailed down your back, tracing along your spine, sending shivers down your spine. When you run your thumb over his lips, he quickly grabs the back of your neck and pulls your head towards him. Your breaths mingled together before your eyes fell on his lips and you were the one who finally took the first step. Your lips press harshly against his, feeling the fire inside you that threatened to devour him.

The older man gasped deeply into the kiss, as if he had been waiting his life to taste your lips. His hand moved to your lower back, pushing you closer to him so that you were grinding your hips against his crotch, feeling his bulge clearly pressing against you. God, he was big and strained painfully against his pants. He moans against your lips as you grind against him harder. “Darling…you can’t wait?” He grabbed your hair and pulled you back a little.

You look at him breathlessly. “Judging by your body’s reaction…neither can you”

He laughed. “How right you are, my clever girl”

His compliments go straight between your legs, where it already felt uncomfortably wet. “...I feel how wet you are...” he whispered against your lips. “Lean back a little and hold on to my shoulders,” he demanded and you immediately did as he said. Your fingers claw into his defined shoulders, watching as his fingers stroked your pussy, which was still hidden by your panties. You suck in a sharp breath as he sinks his finger into your folds, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric. As if he was far too impatient himself, he pushed the thin material aside and sank his finger into your heat.

“Fuck,” he let out when he felt how much you were leaking and wetting his finger. You bite your lip as he uses a second finger to ease the throbbing. The noises embarrassingly break the silence. “Darling…don’t hold back. I want to hear you”

You nod heavily, gasping as he went deeper, literally making your walls throb around his fingers. “Look at you...your pussy takes my fingers with ease, like they were made for her”

Moans escape from your mouth. His thumb on your clit almost drives you crazy. It wouldn't take much more and you would come on his fingers. All the excitement and teasing caused your body to practically collapse. You are like water in his hands. You clawed at his muscles, which only encouraged him to rub his fingers faster against a certain spot. Stars flash before your eyes as everything inside you finally tensed up and the orgasm which was building slowly, crashing over you harder than ever. You moan his name, literally falling forward, right into his arms. His fingers remained buried inside you, guiding you through your climax as he held you against him with his free hand.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them to your lips. Out of breath, you kissed his fingertips before he pushed them straight into your mouth and you sucked on them willingly. Aizen's eyes practically pierce you as you taste yourself on his fingers. It was crazy how much your body craved him. He wanted it and you don't want to resist it anymore. His large hand firmly grasps your cheek, caressing the heated skin.

“Say, what do you want now?” He didn't actually have to ask. Your body clearly showed what it wanted.

"You"

His lips curled into a knowing smile. “Finally,” was the only thing that left his lips before he pounced on you with his urgent lips. Sosuke reached under your butt and lifted you into his arms. Surprised, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he walked into the bedroom with you in his arms. You barely had time to look around before Sosuke had already set you down on the edge of the bed. You sit in front of him, your chest heaving rapidly, looking up at him with your shiny eyes.

Sosuke knelt between your legs. This strong man, who now crouched submissively in front of you, didn't let you out of his sight. His fingers dance over your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“What can I do for you?”

He waited for your answer. You are overwhelmed by his question because no one has ever asked you such a question. He laughed darkly, seeing your questioning face. His hand cupped your cheek. “Tell me what you need darling.”

You still felt the aftereffects of your high too clearly when everything inside you contracted at his question. “You inside me…please,” you say almost too desperately, barely recognizing yourself.

“I like the way you beg for it…” He pushes your hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you. “...but I can't take it anymore myself. I need you”

This strong man needed you and you needed him too. You reached out to him, placing your hand on his jawline, and pulling him towards you, whereby he willingly followed the pressure of your hand. The tall man hovered over you, allowing his loose shirt to reveal more of his smooth skin. Your fingertips wander under the snow-white fabric, touching the skin over his pants. He sucks in a breath when he feels your fingertips. Sosuke leaned down to you, kissed your shoulders, tracing his trail down your cleavage. His fingertips wandered under your satin dress and cup your breast. You gasped as he cupped your sensitive flesh and lightly pinched your nipple. Meanwhile, your hands claw at the muscles of his back, so he bites a little harder into your cleavage, only to then kiss the bruised skin apologetically.

“Let me worship you…” he breathed against your skin before tugging at the dress and you sat up slightly so he could pull the useless thing over your head. His hands continued to wander over your panties, which he immediately pulled down and he could finally see your pussy, which was clearly shining wet. Under his gaze, you spread your legs, giving him a better view. “God…darling…” He moaned deeply, running over your pussy again, collecting your juices before sticking his finger in his mouth. He takes his finger out again and begins to undress in front of you. You can't wait to feel his skin against you and his big cock, which was now revealed when he finally pulled down his pants.

"You’re staring, Darling"

“How can I not?” you breathe, fascinated, grabbing his neck and pulling him down to you. “That would have been my sentence…” whispered against your lips before he pushed his cock against your pussy, taking in your wetness. You sigh, hearing him groan slightly. “Don’t tease…”

Sosuke entered you harshly, pushing you further into the mattress. A whine left your lips, fingers curling into the sheets. He growled slightly when he felt your warmth around his cock. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing him further into you. Something in Sosuke's gaze changed. As if the dam had broken, he lunged at you. His tongue ran over your neck before biting the skin next to your collarbone. You moan indignantly as your pussy throbbed. The feeling was electric, completely new, even though he wasn't the first you'd been so intimate with. It was different with him. “Sosuke...” you mumbled his name as he hit the specific spot deeply with sharp thrusts. “Yes?” he breathed back deeply, not stopping his movement, which caused your head to throw back with it. “so good…more,” you mumbled to yourself. "More?"

You just nod, grimacing in pleasure as he thrust slower and harder. “Look at me...” he demanded, grabbing your chin so you could look at him. Your eyes were watery, tears about to escape from your eyes. “so beautiful…so good darling…” he complimented you over and over as he thrust. He kissed his way along; wetting whatever free skin he could find. He suddenly reached under your back and pushed you onto his lap. You gasped as his cock filled you in new ways. His hands traveled over your hips and gripped the flesh. His hand ran through your hair, reverently pushing it away from your face. “The way you sit on me…so beautiful…” he whispered against your lips. You yourself grab his hair, pulling him back to cover his neck with kisses and bites. You wanted to make him feel good, want him to know how much you want him to crave you. You've never wanted to be wanted by a man like that. He growled as you bit his neck a little harder. You start to move back onto him, hands around his shoulders to keep your grip. He helped you, supported your rhythm. His hand moved to your ass, gripping the flesh, making you moan against his lips. At that moment you press your lips to his. The first kiss you give him, driven by your lust. Sosuke immediately responded with the same hunger, his tongue pressing between your lips with ease, against your tongue. You want to devour him; want everything from him. The switch changed inside you, you grabbed him by the neck and pressed his body onto the mattress. He let it happen with a smile. “Take what you need, darling”

You gather your strength and move your hips harshly onto his cock. The room was filled by your indignant moans accompanied by light whines. A man who made sounds in bed. You wanted to hear more, much more. You became faster and faster, ignoring the unpleasant pulling in your thigh and pushing yourself to unknown heights. It had its effect. Sosuke practically clawed at your ass and accidentally made a higher pitched sound. “Are you trying to make me cum too fast?” he said almost desperately.

“I want to see you cum beneath me,” you say breathlessly, your fingernails scraping across his chest. “Fuck,” he just spits out, thrusting his hips to your rhythm so that you were thrown forward, pulled against him. He thrusts into you relentlessly. Your second climax is announced far too quickly without you being able to prepare for it. “Sosuke...I’m coming again,” you whine against his neck, licking his salty neck. “Let go, darling,” he demanded, breathing heavily. You don't have to make any effort to obey the command. The second orgasm falls heavily on you, you moan violently as your pussy tenses around his cock. At that moment he grabbed your neck, pulling you back at the moment of your orgasm so he could look at you. You had trouble keeping your eyes open, but Sosuke looked at you with this wild look that made the tsunami inside you more extreme. You only hear him saying ‘coming’ from his lips and he thrusts into you one last time before he moaned against your lips.

Your hearts raced against each other, mixing into one heartbeat. The handsome man simply hugged you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Sosuke still remained inside you as you felt it leaking out of you. You didn't care. His fingers trailed down your slightly sweaty back, performing a lsoft dance on your spine. You sit up slowly, his cock pulled out of you. You lay down next to him, trying to fix your hair. He took your hand. “Let it” he said simply, turning to you, his skin shining slightly in the dim light. “I should wash up quickly…I’ll make your bed even dirtier…”

“Just wait for a moment”

He suddenly pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. Your heart was still pounding erratically as you lay in his arms. Completely sweaty and drained. Your legs feel like pudding after the long night at the club and in his bed. This moment will be over in the morning. The magic will wear off as soon as you wake up in his empty bed and are indirectly asked to leave. You try to enjoy the moment. You start to doze slightly when you feel Aizen move behind you. Only an indistinct growl escapes your lips. “I’ll clean you up quickly” he whispered to you, you felt his breath brush your ear. “I’m going to touch you” he murmured beforehand as he cleaned his remains on you with a warm damp rag. You let it happen, then feel him carefully reaching for your face and apparently removing your makeup with some good smelling remover. “Sosuke?” you just blurt out, but he doesn’t let that stop you. Your body was just far too sluggish for you to be able to do that yourself. He was soft now, caring for you, while you drift into a deep slumber, hoping it wasn’t a dream.

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