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kurokawaia · 4 months ago

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DAY TWENTY THREE - BABY TRAPPING 彡 Aizen Sosuke

WARNINGS :: x fem reader, afab, yandere, coercion, manipulation, baby trapping, no protection, missionary, fingering, cervix kissing, NC cumming inside, + more

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You knew about Aizen, what he wanted to achieve-you were the only person he had told apart from three others. You were going to go ahead and help him make this dream a reality. To be in the company of Aizen was to be with a God-the level of control he had, it scared you, couldn't tell if you felt safe too. He's always there to protect you, keeps you hidden away so you can't get hurt. Still, something has always been a bit off about him; you noticed it, how his eyes would follow your every move, every breath. It started innocently enough with Aizen as a perfect gentleman, never forcing and yet giving you just enough space to feel independent. Subtle changes began to happen over time. "Are you going out again?" Aizen's voice came out soft, he is masking his disapproval, he's waiting for the right moment to force you to stay with him. You lifted your gaze from the mirror in front of you and finished styling out your hair. "Just for a little while. Soon I will be back." His eyes stayed on you a moment, his smile false as he stared at you. "I worry about you," he said, moving in behind you and setting his hands on your shoulders before trailing off down to your hands. "The world is a dangerous place, and I'm not always going to be here to protect you. You're only a healer, you can't do much, my love." Comforting, even, his words were sweet. You think. A lump, tense feeling began to grow in your stomach but you laughed it off, brushing his hands with a soft touch. "I'll be fine, Sosuke! I can take care of myself." But the seed had been sown. Over weeks, he came further into your life, and what you used to decide for yourself would, it seemed henceforth, have first to pass through him. And he keeps reminding you so often with a soft chuckle that he wants nothing but the best for you. "You know, you need to take more rest," Aizen said to you one night while doing reports. He leaned over you with his hand tucked in the back of your nemaki, drawing circles, almost to sooth you. "All this stress isn't good for your health." You faltered, words caught in your throat. "I need to finish this." "You don't," he returned smoothly. His fingers closed over your shoulder, tightening just a fraction. "What you need is to unwind. I don't like seeing you overexerting yourself." Before he could object further, he leaned forward and rolled the scroll shut before taking it in his hands. "I'll take care of everything," he whispered. "Just trust me." At first, it was very easy to confuse his overprotectiveness with care. He was attentive, loving in his own peculiar way. Before long, the control started to become more evident with each passing day.

He never raised his voice nor did he yell. He didn't have to. His words had been enough to lead you to wherever he wanted you to go. And they were so gradual besides, too slight, almost imperceptible. He started taking you away from your friends, from your captain, your lieutenant, subtly making you feel they were not people you should trust. "They don't understand you the way I do," he'd say stroking your hair as you lay in his arms. "They'll only hold you back." And when you fell, he'd lift your chin so it faced his eyes, the skin of your forehead grazing his lips in a feather-soft touch. "I only want what's best for you." You had begun to lean on him, questioning your choices, and if indeed you really knew what was best for you. Then you went to Aizen to see if it was okay-the things you were doing. Aizen had this way of speaking, as though he was the only one who knew you. Lying beside him in bed, as night fell, you said what was pent up inside your mind, "Aizen, am I the only one who thinks this all went a bit too fast? I feel like... I'm losing myself." His response was immediate. "You aren't losing yourself, my love, you're finding who you're really supposed to be. With me, you don't have to worry about a thing. Always, I will take care of you," he says with a softness, but his words are like honey. Still, with those words somehow, it sent shivers down your spine. That was when the future conversations started, light at first, talks about what life could be if you stayed together. A house, peaceful life, children. "You'd make a great mother," he said one afternoon as his eyes latched onto yours. "Can't you imagine building a life with me?" Your heart had skipped a beat, but there was a growing discomfort. "Perhaps someday, but I don't know if I'm ready for that as yet." Aizen didn't press the issue then, but the subject kept coming up. He'd casually touch your belly, remark on how ideal it would be to have a family, how complete your bond would be if you were tied together in every possible way. "It's natural to be wary," Aizen told you one evening while you sat before the fireplace. His hand lay limply on your thigh, his thumb tracing soft patterns. "But do think about it. A child would only strengthen our love. We'd be forever bound." You laughed a little nervously and brushed the suggestion aside. "That's a big step, Aizen. I'm just not sure I'm ready." He smiled gently, his eyes concealing something, something that you don't notice. "You will see, in time, it is the best thing that can happen to us." You didn't know that in his mind, a decision was already made.

Aizen and you have had sex multiple times, so it isn't a rare occurrence for the two of you to have sex at least once a day, at the least, it would be once every two days. But, Aizen makes sure to leave you every night, making sure that you are so fucked out due to pleasure that you forget to notice particular things.

Specifically, something that is about to happen tonight.

Your arms are pinned above your head, as Aizen's fingers experimentally push past your slick folds, his fingers pressing past your clit, and a surge of pleasure courses through you, leaving you breathless and desperate for more.

A moan left your mouth as your back arched to his touch. Your reaction made Aizen press down slightly more, and your legs squeezed around his waist, moans stringing out your mouth.

You felt his fingers slide down, and he found your seeping hols drenched with arousal. A finger slowly slid inside your heat, a whimper leaving your mouth. "Does this feel good?" Aizen asked, and you nodded frantically.

"F-Fuck... feels so good, Sosuke," you whimpered as he started to slowly pump in and out your soaked walls.

"Really?" He asked and you moaned as he inserted another finger into your walls.

Overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and intensity, it leaves you unable to hold back your moans. You lean your lips against his shoulder, muffling those sounds that burst from deep inside you. His fingers delve deep inside your core, firing a flame that engulfs every thought. Every movement, every curl sends shockwaves of pleasure across your body.

You let go and surrender to his intoxicating rhythm of touches. The junction of his skilled fingers with the intensity of our connection cossets you closer to the edge and teetering on the precipice of release. It was just a pure moment of bliss, where time seemed to stand still, filled completely with an overwhelming pleasure that coursed through the veins.

With Aizen's fingers pumping in and out of your seeping hole relentlessly, there was a familiar tightness growing in your lower abdomen, and pleasure that had tightened inside your stomach. You wrap your shaking legs around him, trying to hold on to him as the pleasure overflows. Anticipation ripples your body, reacting to every single one of his touches and movements.

You chant his name into his neck as praises leave your mouth, your voice filled with desire and need. The tears welling in your eyes are not from pain but from the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume you whole.

At your pleading, sucks the skin around your neck once more, groaning against your neck, his voice husky with desire. His thumb starts pressing your clit with its fleshy pad, another layer added onto the sensations that are already so intense. The touch is electrifying, your back arches in response.

"Please, Sosuke," you sob. "I need to..."

"Let your body take over for you, you want this and I've got you," Aizen reassured, intertwining your mouths together, his mouth swallowing the moans that slipped out your mouth.

Waves of ecstasy wash over you, leaving your legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the sensations. He slips his fingers from your hole and you continue to tremble from the aftermath of the orgasm. You managed to release myself from Aizen's neck and move away from his hold.

"Feeling alright?" Aizen asks cupping my cheeks.

"...yeah..." you breath out slowly while looking into his eyes. Aizen makes you feel so good, all the time, always focusing n your own pleasure, it's like he's trying to win you over for something, to distract you from something-

"There is more coming," Aizen said slowly, his brown eyes piercing into your own and they widened.

"More?" you tease, "What possibly could you give me more of?"

"So much, my love," Aizen hums. "Just let yourself loose, don't focus on anything, just on the pleasure I will give."

He delicately bites the shell of your ear making you let out a quiet whimper. you could feel him smile against your ear at your reaction. Aizen's touch caused you to dig your nails slightly into his chest leaving light crescent marks causing more deep exhales of breaths to get caught in your ear.

Aizen moved his head and his body suddenly firmly pressed against yours and you whimpered at the feeling of his dick pressing up agasint your stomach. His lips mingled with yours his minty taste and smell overflowed your senses making it a complete euphoria for you. you cupped the back of his neck to create a deeper angle for him to go explore deeper into your mouth with our tongues continuing to entangle with each other.

Aizen groans into your mouth, the hand that was trailing down your thigh moved swiftly back to your waist and the other intertwined with your hair at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him. you let out breathy sighs into him as your own hand interlaced with his chocolte and your other wrapped around behind his neck.

His other hand moved its way down to tightly lift your thigh up which made his body mould closer to mine making you feel his dick press up against your soaked core. The kiss slows down and turns soft and almost desperate it's as if he wants to take his time with you, savouring every inch of your taste, to take his sweet time to memorise you.

"Look at you," he teases. "Trembling under my touch."

Aizen pants against your lips and you didn't have time to reply as he pressed them against you once more. "Please," I whimper out.

"Hmm?"

"I want you...." you mumble. "Stop teasing me."

Aizen kissing your forehead like you were a child who listened to their parent. "Good girl."

He presses his lips against mine to take your mind off. you feel a hard tip get lubricated at your entrance making your back arch into him as you let out a strangled moan of pleasure into his mouth. He continues to push further into you making your eyebrows furrow together in pain but the pleasure is still overwhelming your senses making tears prick at your eyes.

"Oh, you feel so good," Aizen whimpers into your neck. "You're so perfect."

You moan. The feeling of pure ecstasy of him fully entered you, the pain gone.

You feel his dick scraping across your plush walls in all the right places as he slowly exited your cunt, but not fully. Your moans and whimpers get swallowed by each other. you feel his thrusts speed up and you moan in response, your walls clenching around him causing the grip Aizen held on your thigh and waist to tighten.

The coil in your stomach getting tighter and your moans slightly became higher. Aizen continued to groan into your neck after he pulled away from the heated kiss.

"You make- me feel so goo- d," you say moaning throughout your sentence, "Feels so good-" you felt the coil in your stomach snap as your back arched painfully into Aizen's bare chest causing Aizen to groan and his arms moved to wrap tightly around you.

You arched your back heavily, able at last to sink further into his embrace. Aizen leaned over, drawing you near to him and initiating a messy, moist kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting out grunts as he absorbed your sounds of pleasure.

Effectively distracting you as he cums half in your cunt and the rest all over your stomach. He mimics that he's pulled out when in reality, he's got you filled with his seed, ready for you to bare his child.

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Aizen watched you from his chair.. "You're shaking, dear. What's going through your mind?" His voice was smooth, treacherous in a way that completely made it impossible for you to feel anything but relaxed and on edge all at once.

"I-I just don't understand...," you stammered, your hand falling to rest on your stomach, that for the last couple of weeks had started to show the signs of the life growing inside you. "How could this have happened? We were careful..."

Aizen chuckled low in his throat. "Oh, my love. Did you truly think I would leave something so important to chance? This was always a part of the plan."

You froze, your mind racing. "Wha... what do you mean?"

He stood, moving towards you with the grace of a predator stalking his prey. His hand cupped your cheek as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "I made it happen. I want you bound to me in every way possible. You're mine now-mind, body, and soul."

It swept over you, you realise everything now. Every sweet word, every tender touch, was all an act to trap you. And in one swell, tears began to well within your eyes, but a gentle smiling Aizen wiped them away.

"There is no reason to cry, dear, this is for the best. Now you shall never leave me. You shall carry my child, and we will be bound together, forever." His lips pressed against your forehead. Your breath hitched as his hand slipped into your stomach. How had you not seen this all along? All those nights he had held you close, whispering sweet promises to your ear-all part of his carefully designed trap. He straightened, watching your. "You're too precious to let slip away. You see that, don't you?" His fingers brushed your skin. "You planned this," I whispered, more for my benefit than his. "You wanted this all along..."

Aizen smiled. "Of course. You really didn't think I'd leave a thing like that to chance, did you? I have always had a vision for us-a future wherein you would be mine-completely." You took another step backward, feeling the beating of your heart within your chest, but there was nowhere to go. "What if I don't want it?" you whispered almost soundlessly. "You are emotional now. Understandably so. But time will let you see this as precisely what you need." His voice was coaxing, speaking as he would to a frightened child. You shook your head, fighting down the panic rising into your throat. "I don't want to be trapped like this, Aizen. You can't just take away my choices." Aizen's hand rose to your chin, the pad of his thumb tipping your face upwards, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Oh my love, I have not taken anything from you. I've simply... ensured that we shall never again be parted. Is it not what you wanted, deep down?" "I... I don't know," you said, voice shaking. "Shhh," Aizen cooed, pressing a strand of hair behind your ear. "You are overwhelmed now. But in time, you shall see: our child will bind us together, and you shall understand that was the only way. You shall thank me for protecting our future. "Why?" one finally asked, barely above a whisper. "Why go to such an extent? Aizen's smile pulled taut over his lips, never quite reaching his eyes. "Because I love you. And when I love someone, I make sure they can never leave me." Aizen leaned down until his lips brushed against your ear. "There's no escape, my dear. Not now, not ever."

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satsugacafe · 3 months ago

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Can you do a dating head cannon for Aizen Sosuke just like Uryu Ishida??? I love your work!!! Keep going

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I tried not to make this sound yandere because dating Aizen either way borders yandere behaviour—he’s a possessive meow meow. And thank you 🥺💜

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: possessiveness, mentions of people dying, missing and injured, manipulation, overprotectiveness, toxic jealousy, yandere behaviour

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Dating Aizen as a human without powers.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

➽ Aizen wasn’t interested in humans until he met you. You were a mystery—ordinary to the untrained eye. He found it amusing how you didn’t flinch when he spoke or moved with that unnerving precision of his, even though you couldn’t feel his spiritual pressure.

➽ He orchestrated your meeting as he did with every situation in life. You thought it was a coincidence that a charming man with impeccable manners helped you with your bags outside your workplace. Aizen never mentioned he’d spent weeks timing when you left your workplace to perfectly encounter you.

➽ It was funny when the Arrancar learned about you through Aizen, and one of their newest line of duty is to look after you in his absence. Everyone simply gawked at him as though he’d officially gone mad.

➽ While you’re fast asleep, a few of them would patrol the area or sit on your rooftop, guarding you from any enemy or Hollows. Grimmjow hated being assigned to keep an eye on you. Always muttering about why the hell they had to protect some random human. Of course, Aizen was never one to appreciate any comments being many about you, would correct Grimmjow.

➽ His amusement at your human clumsiness was thinly veiled. He’d help you up anytime you fell with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. It is a reason why he keeps a constant watch over you—your injuries are quicker obtained through clumsiness than a Hollow attack.

➽ He wasn’t entirely secretive about his shinigami identity. He’d let small hints slip, like when he handed you a necklace he claimed was a “ward against ill intent.” You didn’t realise it was a subtle kido-infused charm until one day, you avoided a speeding car by inches without understanding how you’d managed it.

➽ The first time he invited you to Las Noches for dinner, you assumed it was a high-end restaurant until you found yourself in a massive white fortress in what appeared to be the middle of a desert. “It’s a private venue,” he explained smoothly, ushering you inside before you could question how you got there.

➽ The Espadas didn’t know what to do with you. Ulquiorra stared at you like you were an insect under a microscope, quietly asking Aizen later, “What purpose do they serve?” Aizen’s reply was typically cryptic: “Some things require no purpose. They exist, and that is enough.”

➽ After your trip to Hueco Mundo, and liking the Espada uniform, you asked if you could have one to match his and to your surprise, Aizen gifted you a well-tailored uniform similar to his under the guise of ‘your loyalty and devotion.’

➽ At some point, you did become aware of his Shinigami nature because you were dating Aizen. He finds it endearing when you wish him good luck on any trips or fights he head off to, gift him a ‘good luck’ kiss or item and tell him to return safely.

➽ He would never admit that your genuine concern makes his heart flutter. In honesty, Aizen didn’t need any good luck, but he does find it sweet how your human compassion extends so easily to a being that wasn’t human in the slightest. Made you all the more…gullible. Sweet.

➽ His forms of affection are rather simple. Expect him to cup your face and brush his fingers over your jaw or cheek while holding eye contact. Occasionally, his arm would slip around your waist as he pulled you closer and brushed a few hair strands out your face.

➽ He likes to watch you sleep (like the whole Edward and Bella thing) because he finds you fascinating when you sleep. Maybe you sleep talk and he’s able to conduct an entire conversation. There are times when he would lightly trace patterns with his fingers over your skin.

➽ If you do, on the rarest of occasions, wake up to meet him beside you, it’s due to him joining your sleeping form during a late-night visit and he saw you curled up, alone. Should you blush, he’s going tease you. “Does my closeness leave you erratic? That’s good—only I can have such an effect on you.”

➽ You have the fortune of experiencing the unpredictability of his affections which leaves you on the edge, wanting more. One moment you two are talking in your kitchen while the tea is brewing, and the next, you’re pinned between him and the counter as he holds you both tenderly and possessively while his lips devour yours, whispering how crazy you drive him.

➽ You occasionally, or rather, often caught glimpses of his darker nature. Any time you’ve mentioned a worker or a random person who caused you discomfort or problems, the next day you would learn of them in the hospital or vanish off the earth (buried six feet under or cremated).

➽ If ever you brought up it, he would smirk and whisper something about how the world may forgive but does not forget, for those who wrong others, must accept their punishment.

➽ It’s quite obvious that he has a possessive streak about him. Doesn’t appreciate when others approach or conduct conversations, believing they have a chance with someone he considers ‘his.’ Loves to repeat that you are his on a daily, either subtly or boldly.

➽ So, for the sake of people’s livelihood, don’t let anyone flirt with you. Aizen would kill them—not in front of you, of course. His jealousy is like the calm before a storm.

➽ Now we know he doesn’t appreciate weakness or dependency, however, you’re the exception. You’re human and powerless. You need someone to save and keep you safe—you’re nothing without him. So, who better than him? That’s what he reiterates in your head constantly. There isn’t a soul capable of deserving you.

➽ Aizen indulges your curiosity within limits. When you asked about his past, he diverted with eloquent vagueness. If you inquired about his line of duty as a Shinigami, he would skim the surface along the lines of, “creating a newer world order.”

➽ Constantly reminds you that you don’t require anyone else but him—he was all that you need and want from the moment he walked into your life. If you ever show signs of needing another…that person is a poof of dust.

➽ Now, at the same time, he admires your strength and independence as you navigate your daily life as simple as it may be. Aizen knows for a fact that if anyone spoke or interacted with him the way others did with you, they’d be dead. So kudos to your patience and strength. He respects it.

➽ You can expect some words of wisdom from him on a daily notice. Waking up to find a letter neatly folded on your vanity or pillow. Sometimes a poem about the beauty of life and turmoil. This leads to lots of philosophical debates in your spare time—quite a headache because he always has a response for every counter.

➽ Despite his calculated nature, he had his moments of genuine humour. When you accidentally spilt tea on one of his pristine white haori, he looked at the stain for a long moment before quipping, “Perhaps I should consider black. It’s far more practical, don’t you think?”

➽ He let you tease him, though there was always a subtle line you never dared to cross. Once, you jokingly called him a “control freak” while rearranging your bookshelf. He only smiled faintly, replying, “It’s not control if it’s destiny.” You thought he was being dramatic; he thought he was stating the obvious.

➽ You never fully understood why he chose to stay with you, a perfectly average human, but Aizen seemed genuinely intrigued by your existence. Though, you weren’t blind to the fact that he was hiding things from you—big things—but you also knew he’d share them when he felt you were ready.

➽ Despite being human, he does test your loyalty and devotion towards him, putting you in situations where you have to prove your commitment, or having you express how helpless you’d be without him in your life.

➽ In the meantime, you let yourself enjoy the absurdity of dating someone who could probably rewrite reality but still found time to argue with you over whether tea should be poured before or after the milk. Or, in Aizen’s words, “Tradition is tradition. Tea before all else.”

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my-my-my · 6 months ago

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KINKTOBER DAY 9 - Hate fucking/degradation: Sosuke Aizen x Female Reader x Kisuke Urahara

Summary: Aizen hates you. He hates you so much. It’s why he comes to all your parties, especially the one you’re having tonight, because he hates you so much, you know? He hates your cute smile, your sweet personality, your doting attention to him, and how he thinks about you constantly. He also hates you talking to Urahara Kisuke.

TW: MDNI! Modern AU. Aizen is a tsundere in this, I guess? (not familiar with the -dere types haha). Creepy Aizen, violent thoughts, implied stalking, jealousy, panty stealing, dry humping, dirty talk, hair pulling, rough sex, double penetration (vaginal & anal), denial of feelings.

Word count: 3588

Read on AO3 here.

Aizen hates this.

No, he loathes this.

He sits in your apartment seething, sipping the beer bottle you had given him, as he watches you play the wonderful hostess to Hirako Shinji and Urahara Kisuke (and everyone else).

He hates beer, but he graciously took the bottle you gave him. How could he say no with everyone around, with you batting your disgusting, stunning eyes at him, and telling him it was your favourite brand?

He wanted to pour the bottle over your head instead.

But no, the mild-mannered Aizen Sosuke was polite, kind and gracious. That would be unheard of to everyone.

Except you. You wormed your way under his skin, into his thoughts and his dreams. It was almost as if you knew what would enrage him, trick him into letting his mask slip.

There were other people in your apartment, but he didn't care about them. His eyes were on you alone, as you mingled with everyone. But every so often you would come to check on those two, specifically Urahara. Aizen narrowed his eyes when saw the faintest hint of a blush on your cheeks.

Aizen would also catch you glimpsing at him every so often, but you would quickly turn your head. You played it cool with him. He didn't like that.

He wanted to snap your neck and force you to look at him, but you danced a fine line with him instead.

Every chug of the disgusting beer reinforces how much Aizen doesn’t like you. How he doesn’t like anyone in this room, but especially you.

You wanted to throw a party for the fun of it, claiming you felt like being social, and he was the first person you asked. He frowns at the memory, recalling the way you cutely smiled as you thought of who else to invite (which was everyone he hates), what snacks you serve (foods that revolted him) and what drinks to offer everyone (alcohol that disgusted him). Your idiotic, beautiful smile irritated him. And he agreed to come over.

“Oh maybe I should invite Urahara-san and Hirako-san! That would be fun, wouldn’t it be Sosuke?” You laughed, a grin spreading wide on your ugly, lovely face.

People sit next to him, chattering away and ever the courteous person, Aizen responds. He has a reputation to uphold. He gives a fake chuckle at some inane joke a person, who he doesn’t care for, tries to make.

Another person chats with him as they talk about politics, but it’s too shallow of a conversation for his liking. Aizen hates their opinions and rather smash their face in, but he gives a polite smile and offers a mild oppositional thought. But it goes over the person’s head and Aizen is furious.

Aizen engages with more people at your party. He laughs with them, smiles at them, but he’ll catch you looking at him, a knowing smile on your hideous, angelic face.

It’s why Aizen hates you. You enjoy his presence, especially when he’s alone, away from the fawning and cooing of women and men around him. He hates how fast his mask slips around you. You manage to pull out his cold personality, where’s he’s cruel with his thoughts and feelings towards other people, where he thinks he’s above everyone.

Especially you.

It’s why he excuses himself to go to the bathroom, but instead finds himself in your bedroom. As if he hasn’t been here before.

He hates you so much, which is why he knows where you keep your clothes, your bags and your dirty laundry. He’s staring at your hamper in disgust as he sees a black, lacy thong. Of course he doesn’t like you, it was earlier today when you bent down to grab your pen in front of him and he saw your pussy covered by the offending fabric. And you gave him that thoughtless, cute smile as if you didn’t flash him. He hates you, that’s why his cock is growing hard.

Aizen picks up the flimsy piece of underwear, seeing light, sticky residue where your pussy would be.

He isn’t doing anything wrong. You deserve this because you had the audacity to invite him over in the first place. He hates you so much, he’ll cover your ugly, sexy thong in his cum.

Aizen lets out a groan as he fists your thong over his cock. His eyebrows are furrowed, thinking about the way your ass was so round and perky, the only thing that would make it perfect were his missing handprints.

He can’t stand you, as he thinks of you finding him like this. How you’d have that stupid, beautiful smile of yours and help him. How you’d politely sit between his legs, licking the tip of his cock. Of course he hates you, it’s why he hisses out your name as his cum covers your thong, as he lays on your neat bed that smells of you.

He stares at the pair of panties in his hand, covered in his cum, as he uses it to wipe his cock clean. Aizen tucks himself in and pulls out his phone, taking a photo of his prize. He doesn’t like you, it’s why he has photos of your cum-covered blue panties, your nude-coloured bra and now your black thong.

He leaves your bedroom as it was before and makes his way to your bathroom. He’s washing his hands, grimacing at the scent of the soap. The scent reminds him of you, sweet and floral, and it infuriates him.

No one bats an eye to Aizen as he enters the room again, picking up a new conversation with someone else he can barely tolerate. He sees you mingling with Urahara again.

One pointless conversation after another, but soon people began to leave your apartment. Aizen is sitting on your couch, drinking another bottle of your favourite, disgusting beer. He watches you giggle and joke around with Urahara, as Hirako excuses himself to leave. You give him a hug, and it’s a bit too tight and too long for Aizen’s liking, but he continues chatting with the random person blathering away next to him, nodding his head to another terrible opinion.

He should have left your place sooner. He should have never come at all. Which is why he’s the last one there as Urahara leaves. Aizen can’t stand you, which is why he’s staring intently as he sees you give Urahara a tighter, longer hug.

The party is over and it’s just you and him. Aizen takes off his fake glasses and glares at you as you hum and clean your apartment. He doesn’t like you, which is why he’s helping you with the trash.

The two of you sit on the couch, and Aizen gets a whiff of your shampoo. It’s pleasant and clean and it bothers him like no other. You sigh and lean next to him, “thanks for coming, Sosuke. I know you don’t like these things.”

Aizen doesn’t say anything as he glares at you, but his body is relaxed as he feels you lay next to him. His hate for you is beginning to make him feel disoriented.

“I have a present for you for being so good today.�� You give him a soft smile, and he wants to grab your face. If it were any other person, Aizen expected a bottle of his favourite wine, an actual meal he’d appreciate or a book he’d enjoyed.

Instead, you stand up and slip your hands under your skirt, handing him the lilac panties you were just wearing. Aizen’s eyes are wide as you place it in his hands, as you sit back down next to him, snuggling into his chest.

This is why he hates you. He hates this gift. He hates how you make him feel.

“What is this?” He asks, his tone pointed and laced with venom.

“My underwear. I figured you’d want to keep a pair this time.” You say, a small yawn escaping your lips as if you two were talking about the weather.

Silence echoes the room, as Aizen stares at the panties in his hand, back to you. Your eyes are drooping. You’re too comfortable around him and he’s sick of it.

He rather see you cry over his cock in your mouth, your pussy or your ass.

“You’re an insufferable woman. What makes you think I’d enjoy this?” Aizen sneers, but the grip on your panties is tight, his knuckles are white.

You smile at him, eyes drooping, “Sosuke, I think you know why. Can I watch you cum on them this time?” You cup his face and steal a peck from his lips, leaving him in shock again.

But before you can lay on his chest again, Aizen grabs a fistful of your hair, earning a yelp as he forces your head up. Aizen is furious, his eyes flaring, but you smile, giggling at his reaction.

“You should relax sometimes,” you laugh, but wince as his grip gets tighter in your hair, “you’re so nice, it makes me puke. We both know you don’t give a rat’s ass about most people.” You crudely laugh.

Aizen’s eyes flash again. He thinks about slamming your head against the wall, but brings your face close to his, smashing his lips against yours. Your arms claw at his chest as he nips at your lips, forcing you to open your mouth as you feel his tongue enter.

Then he pulls you away, the hand in your hair gone as you felt the dull pain from your scalp. Aizen’s face is expressionless as he runs a thumb over your disgusting, lovely lips.

“Were you mad I was talking to Kisuke-chan?” You give him a snicker, crawling into his lap. “I’m so sorry Sosuke,” you teased, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his bare chest.

“You’re a vile woman.” Aizen scoffs, pulling your hair again to stop your kisses. You’re being forced to look into his eyes, and he watches in amusement and disgust how gorgeous your eyes are with tears threatening to spill.

You moan into the kiss as you feel Aizen grip your hips and pull you down against his erection. Your bare pussy rubbing against the cloth, adding friction between you. He pulls away from the kiss again, and you whine, “Sosuke, you’re so mean.” You pouted, then gasp as he leans into his seat, your pussy rubbing against his erection again.

Aizen gives you a cruel smirk, “I thought that’s what you wanted, or do you want,” Aizen slightly lifts your hips, “something else?” and slams you against his erection again, earning a loud groan from you. You bite your lip and try to steady yourself against his chest, while Aizen grins at watching you struggle. “Why don’t you show me what you want?” Aizen remarks cruelly, his eyes glinting with danger.

You trail your hands down to his pants, but he stops you, grabbing your wrist and placing them on his chest again, “I didn’t give you permission to do that.” Aizen scolds you, followed by a heavy smack against your ass. You yelp in his lap. “I said show me what you want.”

Your cheeks feel hot as you adjust yourself in his lap again. You shakily lower your hips against the bulge in his pants, the feeling forcing you to moan. Then you feel Aizen’s hands on your hips again, guiding you to a steady rhythm, until you feel your orgasm fast approaching.

You writhe and moan in Aizen’s lap, as your pussy rubs across his cloth-covered erection. Aizen watches in satisfaction at the tears spilling from your eyes as you chase your orgasm. His name echoes across the room as you scream. You clutch his shirt and pant loudly, your breathing shaky and eyes watery from what just happened.

Once you catch your breath, you lift your hips and look down, “oh Sosuke, you made such a mess of your pants.” You coo, reaching down to touch him, only to be shocked that he’s still hard.

Aizen smirks at you, “wasn’t it a dirty slut that just made a mess of my pants? Or is she too cock-hungry to notice what she’s done?” Your cheeks flare red from his insults.

But before you could quip back at him, your phone rang, it was the buzzer to your unit. You quickly grabbed your phone and immediately answered it, while in Aizen’s lap.

Aizen kissed your neckline, squeezing your breasts as you answered the phone. “Oh hi! Yeah, no worries. You can come up right now.” You happily said, earning a frown from Aizen.

He narrowed his eyes, unsure of who was on the other line.

“Don’t you worry, Sosuke! We’ll still have fun, I promise.” You giggle, kissing his cheek.

Then rapt knocks were heard, as you rushed to the door. You peeked through the peephole to make sure it was your guest.

“Hi Kisuke-chan! Come right in, I’ll go grab your stuff.” You smile, pulling him inside.

Aizen fucking hates you.

“Oh, hello Aizen-san. I didn’t know you were still here.” Kisuke sheepishly laughed, noticing the disheveled look on both him and you.

You appeared with his unopened sake box, “here you go!” You said, smiling brightly at him. You leaned into him, and whispered into his ear, “but you’re more than happy to stay. We’re just about to have some fun.” You teased, before beaming at Aizen.

“I don’t want to intrude or impose.” Kisuke smiled back, “but if the hostess insists…” leaning down to give you a kiss.

Aizen stares coldly as you pull Kisuke to the seat next to him. “Oh Kisuke-chan, you’ll have to forgive me.” You pout, “Sosuke-kun gets a bit jealous.”

The two of them watch you crawl to the ground, finding yourself between Sosuke’s spread legs. With no hesitation, you pull his stiff cock from his pants, precum dripping down his shaft. You look up at him as you swallow his tip, savouring his taste. Sosuke stifles a groan, but leans back into his seat, his fingers threading your hair once again. You moan softly around him then pull yourself away, lapping at his cock as your hand replaces your mouth.

“Sosuke-kun, it’s ok to share.” You tease again, your other hand on Kisuke’s thigh. Kisuke wastes no time and pulls his erection, sliding his hand up and down before you grab it in your other hand. You fist both cocks, taking turns to taste each one.

You soon find yourself bobbing your head on Kisuke’s cock. You run your tongue over the veins of his shaft, not noticing Sosuke left his seat.

Until he licks your slick cunt. He laps at your clit in fervor, pumping two fingers inside you. As if he were a starving man, eagerly lapping at your cunt. The lewd sound fills your ears as you continue to suck on Kisuke’s heavy cock. You gasped loudly once Sosuke pushes his cock into your weeping cunt. You pull your mouth away, moaning loudly, before Kisuke taps your face with his cock. Sosuke bends down to your ear, pounding away at your pussy, “dirty slut, finish what you started.” He sneers, pushing your head back into Kisuke’s cock.

Kisuke smirks down at you as you struggle to fit him with Sosuke thrusting behind you. Before you know it, Kisuke’s slamming his cock down your throat as Sosuke relentlessly fucks your pussy, slapping your ass along the way. You whine and cry as the two men use your body as they see fit.

Kisuke pulls his cock out of your mouth, saliva dribbling down your chin and his cock. A sharp cry escapes your lips as Sosuke rubs your clit, forcing another orgasm out of you. The sound is obscene in your living room, as your pussy clenches tightly around him.

Then he pulls out and sits back on the couch. His cock standing erect, covered in your glistening juices. Sosuke pulls out a condom and slides it over his shaft, before throwing another one to Kisuke.

“I have a present for you,” Sosuke smirks, “but only if you sit here.” He says, pointing to his cock. Your eyes widen, your pussy clenching as you make your way into his lap, but he forces your back to him. You stare at Kisuke, as he slides the condom over his own cock. You begin to pant as Sosuke grabs your thighs and forces them apart, lining his cock with your ass. Your puckered hole inches away from his tip.

Your pussy was soaking wet that your juices covered your puckered hole. You inhaled harshly as Sosuke pushes his cock inside your ass. The burn was a new sensation, but he took care to rub your pussy, distracting you before he was fully inside you.

You moaned at the unusual feeling, your pussy aching to be filled. Kisuke watched in amusement, “did you get your fill? Or is that not enough for you?” He teased, a cheshire grin appearing on his face.

You bit your lip and spread your pussy lips for him, “there’s still room for one more” you murmur, circling your pussy. Sosuke started to thrust into your ass, moans bubbling out of you, “Sosuke-kun needs to learn how to share tonight.” You tease.

Kisuke laughs, “I’m happy to oblige.” Kisuke bends down to your pussy, pressing his face as he licks away, sucking on your clit as he circles a finger around your entrance. Unlike Sosuke, Kisuke’s taking his time with your pussy. The swipes of his tongue are long, but gentle, as if you were a meal he was savouring. You tug on Kisuke’s hair as another orgasm approaches, your pussy throbbing from the sensation of Sosuke’s cock buried in your ass, and the gentle touches of Kisuke’s mouth. But before you could beg for more, Kisuke gently cups your face and kisses you, his cock pushing into your pussy. The feeling was different than Sosuke’s, but you felt so full. Both men stayed still, letting you get adjusted to the feeling of both their cocks.

But Sosuke was impatient, he doesn’t want you to get familiar to the feeling and slams his hips into you. He bites your ear and shoulder, and any part of your exposed body. Kisuke kisses you in return, as he increases his pace in your sore cunt.

The feeling’s too much though, and tears spill from your eyes as your body loses itself from the pleasure. Kisuke feasts on your breasts, while Sosuke reaches to your clit and rubs it gently. You writhe in between them, chasing your orgasm.

You clench your pussy as Sosuke rubs your clit faster and harder, Kisuke’s thrusts matching Sosuke’s pace. “She has such a tight pussy, Aizen-san. No wonder you don’t want to share.”

Sosuke glares at Kisuke but says nothing.

“I c-can’t.” You babble, another orgasm fast approaching. You whine at how full they make you feel, before you cum again. Kisuke’s thrusts become more erratic, matching Sosuke’s intensity, before they both cum inside you.

Kisuke is the first to pull out, kissing you gently on the lips. Sosuke’s softening cock is still in your ass, as you squirm in his lap. You watch Kisuke tuck himself away and put back his clothes. He throws away the condom and grabs his belongings.

“Have a good night’s sleep, you two!” Kisuke beams cheerfully, waving goodbye, as if he didn’t fuck your pussy sore.

It was just the two of you now. Sosuke kisses all the bite marks he left on your body. You can’t help but wince as Sosuke pulls himself out of you. Your ass is sore from him fucking you silly and the spanking he gave earlier. You laid on the couch as Aizen got up, pulling the condom off his soft cock. “Sosuke-kun, don’t leave please.” You whined, your body completely sore from what just happened.

Sosuke stares down at you and holds the used condom over you. His cooling cum drops all over your face. Sosuke hates you and thoroughly enjoys rubbing cum into your skin. He can't stand how you look beautiful with his cum all over you.

“I’ll stay.” He says softly, scooping you into his arms. He doesn't like you, but relishes that you asked him to stay instead of Kisuke. He carries you to your bedroom and tucks you in.

“Did you and Urahara plan this out before?” Sosuke asked, in denial that he had a threesome with two people he disliked. He finds it disgusting how cute you look when you’re sleepy.

Yawns escape your mouth as you lie next to him, not registering his question. “Thank you for tonight, Sosuke” you say, sleep lacing your words, “I’ve never tried anal before.” You murmured, “I’m glad it was with you though.” Sosuke’s shocked by your words, but a small part of him reels in the fact that he was your first, not Kisuke.

“Were you planning this from the start? Have you fucked Kisuke before?” Sosuke asked, narrowing his eyes at how… easy it was to get him to fuck you.

Sosuke glared as you pulled him closer to you. You yawned loudly again and snuggled into his chest, “you think too much, Sosuke. I’m yours, nothing’s gonna change that.”

Sosuke sighs in annoyance, “I hate you so much, you insufferable minx.” But you’re already asleep. Sosuke can’t stand you but has the best night’s sleep with you in his arms.

PHEW. WOW. Didn't expect to write this one today, but here we are!! The title on AO3 comes from Sex Schön vs Sam Amant - Psycho Bitch (TW youtube link contains blood/injury!).

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

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

Format: short imagines;

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

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

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Sosuke Aizen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There you were, ready to drop the bomb.

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

Congrats, Aizen.exe stopped working.

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

“Robert” he repeated flatly, clearly unamused.

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

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

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

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

They were hilarious, according to him.

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

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

His jealousy was skyrocketing.

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

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

Shunsui Kyoraku.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not having it”.

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

Urahara Kisuke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Byakuya Kuchiki.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had sent it to Byakuya.

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

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

Gosh, did that make you wet.

AUTHOR NOTE.

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

Until then,

X O X O

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pfpanimes · 8 months ago

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⌕ bleach - aizen.

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torawro · 1 year ago

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

sousuke aizen & black!fem!reader.

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

word count ━━ 11k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shall we be on our way?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh━ yes, Captain Aizen?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He seemed . . . . closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, what did he just━

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

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

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

It was blood.

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

Aizen's blade.

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

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

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

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

Fuck....was this really happening?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is . . . this Cen . . . tral━ "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which reminded you of something else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yet.

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

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

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It was dark, and there was nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

And yet, here he ended up.

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

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

The thrill of a challenge.

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

It made him feel alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or at least, that's what he thought.

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

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

Aizen found amusement in that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Aizen hardly dreamt of anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One drop at a time.

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

"You...know.....Sōsuke."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You regret . . . killing me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes . . . . . Aizen understood now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And they loved it.

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

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

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

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

Kyoka Suigetsu grinned in reply. "Good."

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

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

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

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

Now that reason had become painstakingly clear.

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

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truelotus · 2 months ago

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Hello, I really liked it💜💜

I don't mind if you ask, My beloved Aizen

It was a deal that Aizen had to defeat Yhwach. And they bring her to him. He makes her pregnant and carries his child.

Misery Moon

Character: Sosuke Aizen

Warning : Vaginal Sex, female reader, pregnancy, unprotected sex, missionary, dominant aizen, submissive reader, dirty talking + more

The head captain, Shunsui Kyoraku. Had come down to the muken prison. To make a deal with one of the most notorious criminal.

The soul society was at an unimaginable loss right now, they were going to need help. He had no shame coming to this man for help, he was more ashamed of the deal he was about to make with this man.

“I’m not asking for you to fight for the soul society, but.. if you did. I’m willing to bring her to you.”

This caught Aizen’s attention, he wasn’t shocked to learn that you were still alive, but the fact that he could see you once again.. it brought him to pure joy.

Sosuke Aizen had little regrets, but his biggest regret would have to be getting himself sealed away to muken prison. Sealed far away from you.. he thought about the actions he did but never once felt guilty about anything. What he really did feel guilty about was leaving you out there alone.

Maybe it was a selfish thought of his but, he wished that you too, could be sealed away with him.

“I see.”

Aizen stepped forward, “Though I cannot say I am fond of your use of her in this manner. The opportunity to see her once more, leaves me with little room to refuse.”

Shunsui chuckled at his words, “I’ll go fetch her for you then.”

You were in the middle of healing somebody with your kaidō skills, you are very skilled with kaidō so instead of fighting you were healing everyone you saw was injured.

Just then, you could hear footsteps approaching behind you. You quickly turned your head, afraid that it would be an enemy.

“C-Captain Kyoraku!” You were surprised to see him here, not fighting at the front lines.

“Ah, hello my dear. It seems that you are really putting yourself to work.” He said as he watched you heal the wounds of the person.

“Yes! I’m doing the best I can to keep everyone alive.” Even though all your friends and comrades were all fighting, leading themselves to death or getting hurt by the quincies, you still had a smile on your face.

Because no matter what happened to them, you would be able to heal them and bring them back to their feet. That is how much of a talent you have with kaido, you were trained by Unohana after all, it is no surprise how well of a healer you are.

“I thank you Y/N, unfortunately I’m going have to stop you. There’s someone I want you to meet.” For some reason, you felt that it wasn’t going to be good.

You swallowed the lump in your throat while stopping your kido. “If it is who I think it is, then I am not coming with you.” You picked up the now healed person, carrying their body somewhere where they’d be safe until they woke up.

“I’m afraid that you have no choice Y/N, I made a deal with him.”

You could feel your heart drop to your toes, a deal? what kind of deal?

“What kind of deal did you make with that man..” You balled your fists up, nails digging into the skin of your palm. Afraid of what he might say next.

“That if I bring you to him, he’ll do his part on helping the soul society, and bring down Yhwach.”

The head captain was just going to throw you at him? While knowing your traumatic experience with him?

You once loved that man, but now with the help of Byakuya Kuchiki, head of the Kuchiki clan. You were slowly moving on. And even Byakuya was beginning to move on from his past lover..

You’d restart your whole process if you saw Sosuke again, you’d hurt Byakuya too..

“I refuse.”

“You leave me with no choice!” Suddenly Shunsui disappeared in front of you, but then he appeared behind you. He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Let! kick go! punch of! kick me!” You kicked and punched him while he carried you over his shoulder, eventually you stopped when accepting your faith, you were now mentally preparing yourself to see him again.

Sooner or later, Shunsui carefully and gently placed you on the ground.

You could feel him.

He wasn’t touching you.

But you could feel his eyes staring you down..

You didn’t dare to look up at him, you looked down at your feet, fiddling with your fingers. You can’t look at him again, you’d be under his spell once again if you did.

“You hold your head quite low, my dear. Why not raise it so I can gaze upon that beautiful face I so dearly miss?” His tone was smooth and calm, his voice was as charming as ever.

Your body moved on its own, you tried so hard to stop yourself but you just couldn’t resist.

Slowly, you raised your head up, meeting his gaze. Your hands were now to your chest, your hands were balled up together.

“Sosuke..” You muttered out, you knew everything was over for you when you made eye contact with him. You were once again wrapped around his finger.

“Now that I’ve seen you.. I can be at ease now. Do not fret my dear, I’ll save your precious seireitei.”

You and Sosuke had just gotten your new home in the world of the living, you will be staying with him here so keep him tamed. It was really all thanks to Kisuke Urahara.

He developed a device that could restrain half of his power, but for it to fully work, Sosuke needed to live in the world of the living. So, central 46 agreed that he could finish his sentence there but someone needed to keep watch on him, Shunsui Kyoraku spoke out and suggested that it should be you.

So here you are, in a nice cozy home. With Sosuke Aizen.

It’s been so long since the last time the two of you were alone together, and knowing Sosuke.. he was going to take advantage of the opportunity. The two of you were in the bedroom, unpacking.

“Isn’t this place lovely Sosuk-” He had come up behind you, interrupting your sentence. You could feel something hard rubbing against your behind.

“It’s been a while since I’ve last slept with you, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” You could feel him leaving kisses around your neck, you could feel his hand slipping under your shirt, reaching to your breast.

“You’re too much sometimes Sosuke..” You were just about to push him off until he pushed you onto the bed.

Oh wow he was really going for it hard

You saw as he undressed himself, throwing his clothes on the ground. When he saw you still fully dressed, he took matters into his own hands and began to rip off your clothes. This man was starving for you.

It all happened so fast, you didn’t stop him from undressing you because you were too busy at starring at his hard cock, you could see it twitch when he removed your panties.

He climbed onto the bed, he was hovering over your body. You looked beautiful under him, he loved and missed seeing your beautiful face all flushed up under him.

Right now, he wanted nothing more than painting your walls white with his cum, he doesn’t know what got to him but he had the sudden urge to fill your pussy to the max with his cum, to make sure that you will carry his child. He wanted to see you pregnant with his child.

“I want to see that pretty little cunt filled with my cum, I’d love for you to carry my child.” Without any warnings, sosuke slid his hard shaft right into your glistening cunt.

Your walls sucked him in, his eyes were focused on yours the whole time when he began to push his cock in and out of your cunt.

But he couldn’t help by looking at your bouncing breasts, they went up and down with each thrust he did. He dug his nails deep into the skin of your hips, it was almost too much for him.

Oh how he missed you..

He was pounding your walls soo good, you could see him biting his lip to resist himself from moaning.

But he couldn’t hold himself back, you could hear him grunting as he pounded himself faster into you.

He was hitting your good spot with each thrust, he lowered his face to meet with yours, forehands touching. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him so he could be further into your cunt.

He smashed his lips against yours, it was a sloppy kiss but it felt incredible still. You missed him and he missed you. You parted your lips to let out your moans, so he could hear of how much of a good job he was doing.

His tongue slithered into your mouth, tasting you. The both of you moaned into each other’s mouths.

Your back arched at how good his cock was feeling you up, your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

It wouldn’t take long for him to finish inside of you, he then imagined your pussy being so filled with his cum that it spilt out of your pussy.

And that little scenario set him off, he came inside of you, you could feel his warm sees filling you up just nicely.

He stayed like that for a few seconds, but he didn’t remove his cock from you..Instead he continued thrusting into you, your walls were filled with his cum yet he continued to fuck your pussy.

The cum swirled around your walls with each thrust he made, he was going to make sure that you ended up pregnant. So he continued to fuck your cum filled pussy.

He was going to fuck your pussy until he simply couldn’t cum anymore for the night, you were going to milk him dry.

It was certainly going to become a long night..

You were putting breakfast on Sosuke’s plate and onto yours, you made sure you added extra on yours.

You were now eating for two, you needed to give your child as much nutrients as possible so they could become a healthy and strong baby.

Just then you could hear Sosuke sneaking up behind you, hugging your figure gently. His hands rested on your now round belly.

He didn’t think you could look even more beautiful, but when he noticed your stomach growing from carrying his child, he appreciated your beauty even more. Your beauty really was like a gift from the gods.

“How is he holding up?” He said as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“He seems to be doing just fine, I realized that he kicks more whenever he hears your voice.” Sosuke hummed as he then felt a kick from your stomach.

“You know you really shouldn’t be overdoing things, you need to rest more. Leave everything to me will you?” He said as he removed himself from you, dragging you away from the food so you could sit down and he could serve you breakfast.

“I know I know.. But I can’t help it!”

He chucked and moved your hair from your forehead, leaving a little kiss on it.

Maybe this is what he longed for, to have a family. The idea of being a father never interested him but when he had that sudden urge that one night, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having a family with you.

“Please, Let this husband of yours take care of you and the baby.”

Hm.

Yeah this is definitely where he wants to be at, he wanted nothing more than this now.

He can’t wait for the day he sees his child in your arms.

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arabella0001 · 3 months ago

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i writed like 2 days for this beloved man

kisuke doesn’t reveal his bankai often, lucky for you, he’s got plenty of other things he’s more willing to show

anime: bleach

pairings: kisuke urahara x reader

synopsis: curiosity killed the cat

warnings: long, a lot of tessing, edging, fingering, oral (male receiving), light rough sex, after care

You’ve always been aware of Kisuke.

He’s not the kind of man you can easily ignore. Whether it was that sly smile constantly tugging at his lips that makes him appearing carefree, his strategic mind always masking his true intentions or his frequently teasins others—expecially you. Kisuke Urahara had an irritating talent for making you blush. And as much as you found that part of him infuriatingly attractive, you never thought it was anything more than a game to him.

Why would it be? He’s teased you so many times it feels like second nature—just a harmless habit he indulged in because he could.

So you never let yourself think too much about him that way. It was easier to brush it off, to assume that was just who he was. Expecially when you’re not the only person he does this to.

But you’ve been working at Kisuke’s shop long enough to know when something’s up, like deflection from his true reasons.

His usual antics are predictable—constant teasing, sly remarks—but today feels different. His presence is present more, his touches wandering a little longer than usual, and the way his eyes track you isn’t just casual. It’s calculated.

You try to ignore it. It’s probably nothing.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself until he slides up behind you while you’re reorganizing shelves. His hand finds your shoulder, fingers snaking lazily around it.

His breath is warm against your ear, the flirtatious edge unmistakable.

“Well, well… look at you. Working so hard today. I hardly recognize you”

You fumble with the item in your hand, nearly dropping it. He’s too close—too casual about the way he leans in, his chest almost brushing your back. Is not like your touch deprived, but you’re not used to it, and his attractive persona and unconventional charm doesn’t help either.

“I-I just want to finish up quickly,” you stammer, trying not to sound as flustered as you feel. “The faster I finish, the sooner I can get home.”

“Oh? In a hurry, are we?” His voice dips lower, humor lacing around every word.

You feel his gaze on you, unwavering, even as you force yourself to focus on the shelves.

Kisuke steps in closer, his arm brushing against yours as he pretends to help by reaching for something—his fingers grazing yours. If you believe in coincidences, that is.

“Home’s nice and all,” he murmurs, voice quiet enough that it feels just for you. “But I can’t help but wonder… no date waiting for you?”

Your breath catches. You edge back, pretending to adjust a box. Why he is suddenly interested in this kind of answears?

Kisuke sees right through it, of course.

“A date?” you scoff, trying to recover. “Like I have time for that. I barely keep up with work here, let alone everything else.”

His smug smile widens. “Ah, yes. The ever-dedicated worker. Sacrificing love for labor. How tragic.” And you barely contain to don’t roll your eyes at that.

He leans in slightly. “A shame, really. I would’ve thought you’d have a long line of admirers by now.”

Your cheeks flush despite your best efforts, and you curse inwardly.

“I—I need a break,” you mutter, practically fleeing outside before he can say anything else.

His chuckle follows you out. “Take your time. I’ll be here if you miss me’’

You exhale, pacing just outside the shop.

What the hell is he doing today? Is he bored? Is he messing with you?

But after a few minutes, you manage to cool off. You tell yourself you’re imagining things, you need to just mind your business.

When you step back inside, Kisuke is laughing with the others, his usual breezy self. He’s chatting with Tessai and Jinta, but his eyes flicker toward you briefly—so brief it’s almost dismissible. Almost.

The day winds down, but the weight of his gaze follows you. Every now and then, when he thinks you aren’t paying attention, you catch him watching.

Evening comes, and after the last customer leaves, you finally snap.

“What’s your deal, Kisuke?” you blurt, arms crossing as you glare at him from across the room.

He pauses, leaning lazily against the counter. His hat tilts forward, shadowing his green eyes, but that damn grin remains.

“Deal?” he echoes, tapping his chin. “I’m just admiring your craftsmanship. Can’t a humble shop owner appreciate his employee’s dedication?”

You narrow your eyes, not buying it. “You never watch me like this.”

Kisuke chuckles, but the glint in his eye sharpens. “Well, you did say you wanted me to stop hiding behind jokes. I’m just giving you what you asked for.”

He steps forward. One step. Then another.

You retreat instinctively until your back brushes the wall. His hand lifts, palm flattening against the wall beside your head, caging you in.

You swallow hard, your eyes stretched in surprise. “Kisuke—”

“Oh?” His eyes flicker, and the usual playfulness deepens into something heavier, unsettling. “That’s the second time you’ve said my name like that. I’m starting to think you like this.”

His face looms over yours, his breath fanning across your lips.

“Well?” His voice lowers, teasing but firm. “Didn’t you ask me to stop playing around?”

Your pulse quickens. Heat rises in your chest. You didn’t see this coming at all.

“I… didn’t see expect this… whatever this is,” you admit, voice quieter than intended.

Kisuke hums softly, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw, tilting your face up just enough to catch his eyes hidden behind the brim of his hat.

“Expect?” he repeats, the word rolling lazily off his tongue. “Sweet thing, I live to defy expectations.”

His gaze drops to your lips—smooth and slow. You notice. And he knows you notice.

His hand slips lower, fingers grazing your hip. Light enough to make you shudder, unrushed enough to know exactly what he’s doing.

Your eyes flick between his lips and his unreadable gaze. “You drive me insane,” you murmur, frustration blending with something else.

“I noticed,” he says easily, arrogant while tilting his head. “So… what are we going to do about it?”

You think for a moment and then.

You kiss him.

His response is immediate. One hand slides to the small of your back, tugging you body against him as his lips part against yours. The kiss deepens—measured but heated, his tongue teasing its way into your mouth, coaxing a quiet moan from you.

There’s a moment where his teasing pauses, lips parting as his head tilts back slightly.His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head further. He swallows every sound you make, his grip on your waist tightening.

You gasp when his lips trail down, nipping at the soft skin of your neck. A low, rumbling hum escapes his throat, as if savoring the way you feel beneath him.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” Kisuke chuckles against your skin, lips brushing just below your ear. His hand drifts lower, fingers teasing the curve of your thigh.

“Kisuke…” you manage, your voice shaky.

“Oh, I like the way you say my name,” he murmurs, his lips tracing your pulse. “But I think you can do better.”

His hand inches higher. There’s weight behind his touch, but it’s not rushed—it’s the slow, savoring kind of touch, as if he’s in no hurry to reach the finish line.

You groan softly, pressing closer. “Touch me.”

Kisuke’s breath hitches faintly. His smirk returns, curling lazily against your neck.

“Touch you?” he echoes, fingers skating just beneath the hem of your shirt. “My, my. Forward tonight, aren’t we?”

But he doesn’t stop.

His fingers deftly unbutton your pants and slip inside, finding your already dampened panties. He rubs slow circles over your sensitive flesh, making you gasp into the kiss.

"Tsk tsk… Someone’s more responsive than I expected. Should I take credit for this?’’ he teases, nipping at your lower lip before trailing kisses along your jawline.

He pulls back just enough to gaze into your flushed face, a mysterious smile playing on his own lips.

“We wouldn’t want to cause a scene—at least, not here. Shall we?”

With a flick of his wrist, the store's security charms disappear, leaving the two of you alone amidst the shelves of Soul Society merchandise.

Your legs tremble as he continues to tease you through your underwear, the sensation of his fingers on your most intimate area driving you wild with need. You almost hate how your body reacts to him.

At his words, you glance around the shop, a mix of excitement and uncertainty coursing through you.

Noticing your glance, he let out a low scoff, fingers never ceasing their maddening caress. "Oh, don't worry, dear. No one will disturb us. These charms ensure our privacy."

He leans in close again as he whispers,’’Let’s take this somewhere more… accommodatin, hmm?’’

With a effortless motion, he lifts you onto the counter, the cold glass beneath your thighs a stark contrast to the heat building within you. His hands immediately resume their exploration, this time slipping beneath your skirt to push your panties aside.

"Such a responsive little thing, aren't you?" he muses, his thumb circling your clit as his big fingers delve deeper, stroking your slick inner walls.

You moan loudly, unable to hold back the pleasure as he touches you so intimately. Your hips buck against his hand instinctively, craving more friction.

"Oh god, Kisuke... Please... I need..."you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him desperately.

The way he's playing with your body, the filthy and teasing words spilling from his lips, you can feel the coil of tension in your pussy tightening, ready to snap at any moment.

"Just... Just make me come," you so close to begging, your voice trembling with desire "I can't take anymore..."

Kisuke's cheeky smirk widens as he watches your reactions, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Feeling a bit overwhelmed, hmm? Can't handle a little teasing?"

He slows his movements, letting his fingers just graze your sensitive spots, stoking the flames of craving rather than quenching them, looking at your submissive look, whimpering for release. He smirks at you, taking your mouth in an intense kiss, his movements low and precise, driving you mad.

He bite your lip and you moan, you can’t take it anymore.

“I hate you” you barely managed to let it out.

With a sudden shift, he resumes his previous rhythm, his fingers plunging deep and fast, hitting that exact spot inside you that left you trembeling.

"Ah… such harsh words for someone trembling under me." Kisuke’s chuckle vibrates against your skin, low and rich, the sound curling around you like smoke. "I must be doing something right to earn that kind of praise."

He drags his tongue along the curve of your throat again, lingering when he reaches the soft thrum of your pulse, his hand grabbing your hair with a light tug making you gasp.

"I wonder if you even realize how much you give away… Naughty thing, getting this worked up over a little attention."

He pulls back just enough to catch your gaze, eyes gleaming with that familiar glint of trouble. "Don’t worry, Y/N. I don’t mind. In fact…" He leans in, brushing his lips just barely over yours. "I find it rather endearing."

You can’t understand how his teasing words make you so aroused, your legs tremble so hard while your vision start blurring.

“Kisuke oh my—“

As your orgasm crashes over you, Kisuke's fingers continue their relentless strokes, prolonging your climax until you're writhing and sobbing with pleasure. Only when your spasms begin to subside does he slow, then withdraw his fingers from your still-quivering pussy.

He brings them to his lips, sucking your essence clean with a satisfied hum. Kisuke smooths down your skirt with practiced ease, his hands on you thighs "There we go—neat and presentable"

His tone is light, but the wicked gleam in his eyes betrays him. It’s as if he hadn’t just left you shaken and undone.

Without waiting for an answer, Kisuke pulls you to your feet gently, guiding you through the dimly-lit shop by your hands until you reach the tucked-away corner of his personal space. The faint scent of sandalwood lingers in the air, grounding yet evidently his.

His gaze flickers with desire as he eases you onto the couch, standing over you with a quiet intensity. "Now, let’s see… where were we?"

Kisuke’s fingers ghost over your skin as he undoes your clothing piece by piece, his movements deliberate but unhurried.

"Ah… what a sight," he muses, trailing a fingertip down the curve of your collarbone, his finger circling your swollen peck, hardening in his wake. “Almost as captivating as the hidden gems of this shop. But I must admit…" His eyes catch yours, glinting with something darker. "You’re far more tempting."

His hands continue their exploratory journey, tracing the curves of your body with a gentle firmness.

Kisuke’s fingers trace delicate patterns over your sensitive skin, your arms and waist, your thighs and hips, drawing out soft whimpers and gasps that only seem to fuel his amusement.

"Oh, I hear you loud and clear, darling. But let’t have a little patience…" his lips hover near your ear, his voice a velvety purr.

With a lazy flick of his wrist, your skirt slips to the floor, pooling at your feet. Kisuke steps back just slightly, his gaze roaming over you, drinking in the sight with a dangerous glint dancing behind his half-lidded eyes making you flusttered.

"Mmm… now that’s a view worth savoring." His fingers ghost along the edge of your lace panties, knuckles grazing your hips as if testing the boundaries of his self-control. "Let’s see what other secrets you’re hiding, shall we? I think these curves deserve a little more… attention."

His hand lingers, not moving further just yet, letting the weight of his words—and his gaze—sink into you.

Your cheek flush under his intense gaze “Your turn now” Kisuke's eyes still flash with amusement as you boldly strip him bare, revealing his lean, toned physique. He doesn't resist, instead leaning back to allow you full access.

"Well now, isn't this a surprise? The tables have turned, haven't they?" he remarks, his voice tinged with fascination intrigue.

As your hands wander across his body, eager and curious, Kisuke’s gaze never wavers.

His muscles tense beneath your palms, subtle but telling. His body responds instinctively, hips canting forward with a deliberate slowness that lets him draw out every second of pleasure.

"Careful now, Y/N… you might unearth secrets even I’ve forgotten I was hiding."

His hands slide effortlessly to your hips, fingers pressing in just enough to remind you who’s leading this dance. With a gentle tug, he pulls you against him, the heat between you igniting like a slow burn.

The heat of his body envelops you, and you can feel the hardness of his arousal pressing insistently against your belly.

"Now, why don't you show me what else you're capable of, my little explorer?" he whisper, tilting his head just enough to brush his lips over the corner of your mouth

Kisuke's breath hitches as your lips and tongue trail a scorching path down his torso, his muscles tensing beneath your touch. He threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you lower.

“Mmm… careful now, Y/N. You're treading dangerous ground," Kisuke muses, his voice low and laced with desire. "Once you start something like this… stopping isn’t so simple."

His warning is light, but there’s no real intention behind it. He makes no move to dissuade you, his gaze fixed intently as you sink to your knees before him. His eyes widen slightly, that flirtatious glint tempered by something far more primal.

"Oh? Bold as ever…" he murmurs, his head tilting slightly, the smirk tugging at his lips betraying just how much he’s enjoying this. "Tell me, my curious little kitten—" his hips shift forward, just enough to tempt, "—will you strike now, or are you going to let your prey squirm a little longer?"

The challenge hangs between you, thick and electric, his gaze unrelenting as he waits for your next move.

You look up at him shyly, your eyes locked with his as you wrap your fingers around his rigid cock, giving it a slow squeeze.

Kisuke's eyes roll back, a low groan rumbling in his chest as your hand closes around his throbbing member. A shaky exhale slips through gritted teeth, and for once, the usual witty remarks are replaced by quiet, indulgent groans.

He rocks his hips, subtly thrusting into your grasp, seeking more of that exquisite pressure. The sight of your flushed cheeks and lust-filled eyes only fuels his arousal. His pupils dilate, lingering on your errotic position as if committing the image to memory.

"Look at you, so bold and daring," he praises, his voice strained with pleasure.

With a fluid motion, he guides your head closer, the tip of his erection brushing against your parted lips. "Why don't you put that clever mouth of yoursto use, hmm?´’ He tilts his head slightly as he watches your reaction unfold. "No pressure, of course… but I’d hate to think all that potential is going to waste."

Kisuke's breath catches in his throat as you take him into your mouth, his hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Well, well, looks like someone's eager to please—mmm”

His gaze lingers, drinking in every reaction you give, clearly savoring the effect he has on you. He felt your throat muscles flutter around his cock, the vibration of your muffed moans make it so hard for him to control himself.

His eyes narrow slightly, his usual demanour unexpected slipping into something more untamed, running his fingers through your hair, guiding you to take him deeper, he is panting as your tongue swirls around the sensitive head of his cock—it was pure eroticism.

Kisuke's gaze bores into you, his expression a mix of playful smugness and intense focus. He's clearly enjoying the sensation, but there's an undercurrent of something more – a challenge, a game of cat and mouse.

Kisuke's breath hitches again as you increase your efforts, his grip on your hair tightening reflexively, his knuckles turning white.

He press forward hitting the back of your mouth. He held still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being deepthroated by you. He tries to maintain his composure, but the intensity of your oral attentions and you innocent flushed cheecks is quickly eroding his defenses.

"Hah... Y/N, you naughty minx," he manages to gasp out between clenched teeth, his hips beginning to piston faster. "If you keep that up, I won't be responsible for my actions."

Despite his warning, Kisuke allows himself to surrender to the pleasure, his movements becoming more erratic and forceful. His groans make clear he won't last much longer under your skilled onslaught.

He decided to pull out before is too late, panting heavily. He lifts you onto the plush couch, his hands roaming your curves with a possessive touch while you still recover, face ravished and your voice more hoarse.

“Time for the main event, my dear. Are you ready to see what this old fox is truly capable of?" his eyes is searching yours, looking for consent “May I continue?”

Seeing you nod immediately, he settles between your thighs, his hard length nudging against your entrance. With a wicked grin, he teases you with shallow thrusts, barely penetrating you before withdrawing making you whimper.

Kisuke's fingers dig into your hips as he grips them, holding you in place as he lines himself up once more. This time, he drives forward with a smooth, powerful stroke making you moan loudly as he fills you completely, your nails digging into his back.

“Ahhh—“ Kisuke's lips curve into a triumphant smirk as he feels you stretch around him, your inner walls clenching tightly around his invading length.

His back arches subtly, muscles rippling beneath your touch. He stills for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried so deeply inside you, making him gasp. There’s a hitch in his rhythm, as if even he can’t maintain the act when it feels this good.

"Oh, I think the gods are very pleased indeed," he teases, his voice low and rough with satisfaction. "To think, I was worried you might not be able to handle me after all."

With a subtle shift of his hips, Kisuke begins to move, setting a languid, sensual rhythm that has you panting, writhing beneath him. His hands roam your body, caressing and exploring every inch of skin he can reach.

You can’t even control your moans, bucking your hips to meet his deep thrusts

“Fuck fuck fuck—“

Kisuke's eyes glint with delight as he listens to your impassioned cries, his hips snapping against yours with increased urgency. His teeth graze your earlobe, breath hot against your skin. "Don’t worry. I’ll give you exactly what you need”

Kisuke's hands slide down to hold your thighs, spreading them wider as he picks up speed, driving into you with long, deep strokes that have you teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“Mmmm…you are too big” Kisuke's smirk widens at your indirect praise, his chest puffing up with masculine pride. "Of course I am, dear. After all, I am a master of my craft."

He punctuates his statement with a particularly forceful thrust, grinding against your sensitive clit as he bottoms out inside you. "But size isn't everything, now is it? It's how I wield it that truly matters."

Kisuke's fingers dig into your thighs, holding you steady as he continues to pound into you with relentless precision, each stroke hitting that perfect spot deep within. A soft groan escapes him, muffled against the curve of your neck, and his fingers flex—digging in just enough to leave faint marks in their wake.

Kisuke's smile widen as he watches you writhe beneath him"Oh, you're enjoying this, aren't you? Getting so nicely worked up on my cock.

He rolls his hips, grinding against you with a tantalizing slowness that has you arching off the couch. "I must admit, I'm rather fond of seeing you like this - all flushed and desperate for release. It's quite...flattering, really."

Kisuke's hands skim down your sides, his fingertips dancing along your ribs in a maddeningly light touch.

Your whole body trembeling with the effort of holding back you orgasm “Kisuke…please harder—“

Kisuke's eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise at your plea, a wicked gleam entering his eye. “Harder, you say? Oh, but where's the fun in that, my dear?"

He slows his pace to a teasing crawl, his cock dragging deliciously against your sensitive inner walls. “You know, some people might call this torture. But I prefer to think of it as...extended pleasure."

Kisuke's hands tighten your hips, pulling you onto him with a sudden, brutal thrust that has you crying out in a combination with pleasure and agony. "There, does that hit the spot? Or would you like me to continue our delightful game?”

As you let out a piercing scream, Kisuke's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and unyielding. He doesn't break eye contact as he plunges deep, his thick length stretching you to the limit. He presses his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged but steady, as his lips curl into a faint smirk.

“Such a beautiful sound, ,Y/N he murmurs while his hips begin to move again, each thrust precise and powerful, designed to drive you wild with pleasure. His hands roam your body, fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he pours all his focus into bringing you to the brink and beyond.

Kisuke’s lips curl into a knowing smile as he senses your impending climax, his eyes never leaving yours.

His hips snap forward with a particularly deep, forceful thrust as he aims to send you hurtling over the edge “Don’t hold back now… I’m enjoying the show."

Kisuke's fingers flex against your skin, his movements become more urgent, driven by the need to bring you to completion and savor the rush of your release.

Kisuke's expression shifts from playful to utterly focused, his eyes burning with intensity as he watches you unravel beneath him and for a fleeting moment, you feel the raw, unfiltered need behind his touch.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself inside you, his own orgasm crashing over him in tandem with yours. Kisuke's hips jerk erratically as he spills deep inside you, his hot seed painting your inner walls as he rides out the aftershocks.

Kisuke’s breathing slows, but the satisfied grin on his lips remains as if permanently etched there. His blond hair falls messily over his eyes, though the sharp glint behind them remains as he leans back just enough to meet your gaze.

“Well, well… I’d say that was time well spent,” he muses, voice low and lazy, but pleased with himself. “You look like you’ve had your fill. Though, I wouldn’t mind another round of applause for my efforts.”

His words drip with a harmless humour, but there’s something softer beneath it—something he won’t name, even if you asked.

Kisuke stretches out on the couch beside you, one arm props his head up, while the other lazily draws faint shapes along the curve of your hip, like he’s absentmindedly tracing a map only he can read.

“You know,” he drawls, “for someone who claims not to trust me, you seem awfully comfortable right now. I’d almost say you like having me around.”

His gaze flickers to yours, watching for that telltale flicker of embarrassment he so dearly loves to coax out of you.

Kisuke’s chest still rises and falls against you, slow and deliberate, but there’s an alertness in his posture. He’s aware—always aware—and the slight downturn of your eyes doesn’t escape him. His fingers pause for half a second before resuming their lazy path.

“Well, you’re certainly more relaxed now,” he notes, watching you with that familiar sharpness. His hand shifts, brushing a stray lock of hair from your damp forehead, tucking it behind your ear with careful precision. “Though, if this was your master plan to seduce me, I have to say… you could’ve just asked.” Your cheeck blush at his remark

“I hate to admit but indeed i’m relaxed” Your voice carry a playful cadence, but you catch his gaze lingers too long for it to be entirely superficial. You know him well enough to recognize it—he’s watching for something.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” you shoot back, though your voice lacks its usual bite. You feel raw—too exposed under his gaze. It’s unfamiliar, needing something more than teasing remarks.

Kisuke laughs softly, but there’s a subtle shift in his expression. His hand doesn’t leave your hair, fingers threading through the strands with a gentleness that feels almost foreign coming from him.

“My plan? Ohoho, I wish I could take credit for such a clever scheme,” he purrs, but the usual exaggerated flair is dialed back. “No, I just happen to be exceptionally gifted at identifying tension. And relieving it.”

His arm curls around your waist, pulling you just close enough for his nose to brush against your temple. He doesn’t press for more; the gesture is light, easy, like breathing. Kisuke smells faintly of sandalwood and something sharper—like incense that hasn’t quite burned out.

“Relax,” he murmurs against your hair, voice dropping into something softer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Your body sinks into his chest almost involuntarily, and for once, Kisuke lets the silence hang between you. His fingers resume their slow path along your spine, tracing patterns that feel more like grounding than teasing.

“See?” he hums after a long pause, lips curving against the top of your head. “Much better. And you didn’t even have to buy me dinner first.”

You huff quietly against his chest, shifting enough to glare up at him, though the heat behind it doesn’t land.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Not when you make it this easy,” he replies without hesitation, flashing that trademark grin—the one that somehow manages to be both irritating and devastatingly charming in equal measure.

You bury your face against him with a muffled groan, and Kisuke’s laughter rumbles beneath your ear, quiet but genuine. His hand moves to cup the back of your head, cradling it as though the gesture requires no thought at all.

“You’re dangerous,” you murmur into his shirt, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

“Oh, I know,” Kisuke replies smoothly. “I’ve been told it’s part of my charm.”

You sigh, half-annoyed, half-amused—because of course he’d say that. But his hand hasn’t left your back, and the warmth pooling in your chest tells you that maybe, just maybe, he does know exactly what you need.

After a few moments, you shift slightly. “Will you walk me home?”

Kisuke hums, tilting his head to glance down at you, his eyes half-lidded but alert.

“Walk you home?” he echoes, tapping a finger against his chin as if in deep thought. “Mmm, tempting. But then I’d have to give up this incredibly comfortable spot I’ve secured for myself.”

You lift your head just enough to squint at him. “Kisuke—”

“Or…” he interrupts smoothly, lips curving as his gaze sharpens with that familiar playful glint. “You could stay the night. Much less effort. And far safer for both of us.”

You arch a brow at him. “For both of us?”

Kisuke’s grin widens, shameless. “Oh yes. I’m very fragile, you know. I’d sleep much better with you here to protect me.”

Despite yourself, a quiet chuckle escapes your lips. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” He leans closer, his breath brushing your cheek. “And I promise to behave. Well… mostly.”

His smirk is impossible to resist, but something in his tone—something subtle, beneath the teasing—feels sincere enough to ease whatever lingering vulnerability lingers in your chest.

“…Alright. Thank you.”

Kisuke pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes softening as he presses a light kiss to your forehead.

“No need to thank me, darling,” he murmurs, already tugging the blanket over you both with the finesse of someone who planned this outcome all along. “Now, get comfortable. I expect payment in the form of breakfast tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes, but your body presses closer all the same, the comfort of his presence settling over you like second nature.

“Fine. But I’m not making you anything fancy.”

Kisuke cackles softly, tucking you against him with ease.

“That’s alright,” he replies, lips grazing your temple one last time. “You’re all the sweetness I need.”

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kenpachissluut · 1 month ago

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ꨄ︎ Aizen Sosuke Headcanons ꨄ︎

warning: smut, explicit content and language, 18+mdni

Aizen loves to do roleplays. Seeing you all dressed up as a hot Nurse or cute Schoolgirl in tiny slutty outfits while he is the dominant Doctor or Teacher makes him all hot and bothered. He likes to pretend to be something else, so he always gets a new feeling on fucking you all over again.

Aizen has such an beautiful cock. It’s about 18-20 cm long and it’s not that thick but also not too thin, just somewhere in between. His cock is pretty straight and there are some visible veins on it. He is always clean shaved, but he doesn’t care if you aren’t.

Aizen loves when you ride him on his ,,Throne‘‘. Doesn’t matter if reverse cowgirl or normal, just ride him. He will guide your movements, gazing at you all the time proudly. He feels like a damn King when he fucks you on his Throne. little kink of him.

Aizen humiliates you every now so often when you guys fuck. Calling you a slut, a whore.. slapping you and spitting in your face or mouth, he does it all. He just wants you to know that he is the Boss and he can do whatever he wants with you, cause you will take it as his good girl, right?

Aizen is definitely a sucker for your tits. Doesn’t matter to him if they are big or small, they are beautiful to him. He loves to touch them all day and he loves it even more to fuck them. Oiling them all up he gazes in fascination on how his oily cock slides up and down between your tits. He would definitely then cum all over your tits and face, looking proudly at his new painting he made.

Aizen is so jealous, especially of Grimmjow. He hates it so much when he sees you talking to him, cause he know how Grimmjow always looks at you. He would interrupt your little conversation, dragging you roughly by your hair into a corner in his palace, not caring if anyone sees you and then fucks you against the wall meanly. Hardly smacking your ass and cunt while he tells you that if you talk ever again to Grimmjow, he isn’t this nice next time.

Aizen eats you out like you are his favorite cup of ice cream. Sucking, licking and kissing your wet pussy and sensitive clit while his thick long fingers slides in and out your tiny hole. He loves to do 69 aswell, so he has a pretty view of your ass and cunt while his tongue fucks you mercilessly and you can prettily suck and deepthroat his cock, until he fills your mouth full with his yummy cum.

Aizen also definitely has a breeding kink. He loves to fuck you in a mean full nelson position, cause he likes how he is the one to dominate everything and especially you. Thrusting his hips and cock deep and meanly into your sloppy pussy, burying himself inside of you, until he coates your pink gummy walls white. He wouldn’t stop here though. He would fuck you again, even fuller with his cum until you are nothing but a dripping mess for him.

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satsugacafe · 13 days ago

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𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: I accidentally deleted the request for Aizen’s SFW and NSFW Headcanons 🥲

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Since I wrote quite a lot of SFW content surrounding Aizen in other requests, I placed more emphasis on the NSFW headcanons section.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, gn!reader in SFW, fem!reader in NSFW, spanking, breeding and creampies, orgasm denial and control, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), degradation, praising, rough sex, manhandling, dom!Aizen, power play, use of Kyoka Suigetsu for sexual activities, size kink, overstimulation, possessiveness, marking, cockwarming

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❤︎ SFW Headcanons

˚₊‧꒰ა Aizen was a man of control, and his affection was no exception. His touch was never idle—it was a calculated reassurance, a silent declaration that you were his. A hand resting lightly on your lower back, fingers skimming over your wrist as he passed by, the ghost of a touch at the nape of your neck. It was never excessive, never overbearing, but it was constant. A reminder.

˚₊‧꒰ა His kisses were intentional, never given without purpose. There was an undeniable patience to them, a slow, measured intent that left you breathless before you even realised what had happened.

˚₊‧꒰ა He was not a man to lose himself in passion—no, he wanted you to be the one unravelled, wanted to watch the moment your resolve melted away. His hand would find your jaw, tilting your chin just enough to deepen the kiss, his lips barely parting to let you chase something he had no intention of surrendering too quickly.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You are always so eager,” he murmured once, amusement curling at the edges of his voice as he pulled back just enough to watch the frustration flicker across your face. “Patience, my love. I always give you what you want...eventually.”

˚₊‧꒰ა There were times when his mask slipped—not in a way that made him seem weak, but in a way that made him human. Late at night, when it was just the two of you, he let his voice soften, let himself lean into a conversation without carefully measured words. “It’s exhausting, isn’t it?” he murmured once, as he regarded the world he had constructed around himself. “Playing a role for so long that even the mask begins to feel like skin.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He had a habit of watching you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Not in a way that was unsettling, but in a way that suggested he found something in you worth observing. His gaze was rarely idle—it was studying, considering, analysing. Yet, in those moments, when he thought you wouldn’t notice, it wasn’t calculation you saw in his eyes. It was something softer, something almost reverent.

˚₊‧꒰ა His amusement at your reactions was one of the few things he never fully concealed. If you were flustered, if you fumbled a response to something he said with that smooth, unreadable tone, there was always the faintest upward quirk at the corner of his mouth. He found the little shifts in your expression endlessly fascinating, and though he never outright teased, his silence spoke volumes.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jealousy was beneath him. Or at least, that was what he would have you believe. It was not in his nature to scowl, to snap, to reveal something as trivial as possessiveness in any way that could be misconstrued as weakness.

˚₊‧꒰ა No, his brand of jealousy was far more refined, far more dangerous. It was a fleeting glance toward someone who had lingered too long in your presence, a slow sip of his tea as he listened to you recount a conversation with someone who no longer mattered. Because they would not matter for long.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You are the only one permitted to stand at my side," he once murmured, his fingers brushing your cheek, the warmth of his palm a sharp contrast to the cold finality in his eyes. "That is not a privilege I grant lightly."

˚₊‧꒰ა He never acknowledged the follow-up disappearances. Never made a comment when a persistent admirer of yours simply stopped existing, never drew attention to the people who drifted out of your life with eerie consistency. You knew, of course. Knew better than to ask. But sometimes, when his fingers skimmed over your cheek, when his gaze lingered just a second too long, you thought you saw something in his expression—something like satisfaction.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I only take what does not belong,” he said once, his voice as even as ever, his grip firm around your wrist as he pulled you closer. “And you, my dear, are mine.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Your importance in his life was not something he ever needed to state outright. It was evident in the way he structured the very world around you, in the way your comfort was an unspoken priority woven into every decision he made. You were not simply a part of his life—you were integral to it, as much a fixture in his plans as the foundation beneath his feet. If the world had to be rewritten for you to remain exactly where he wanted you, then so be it.

˚₊‧꒰ა His version of care was not always obvious, but it was constant. If he thought you had been working too hard, you’d find things rearranged so that you had fewer responsibilities that day. If you were injured, the one responsible would learn exactly what it meant to cross him, whether they realised it or not. He never made a spectacle of it, never acted out of character. But things had a way of aligning in his favour, and by extension, in yours.

˚₊‧꒰ა He did not give warnings lightly, nor did he repeat them. If he ever told you to be careful about something—or someone—it was not because he doubted your ability to handle yourself. It was because he had already considered every possible outcome and deemed it necessary to say something. “Do not mistake courtesy for kindness,” he told you once. “Even the most civilised of men can be monsters beneath the surface.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Vulnerability was not something Aizen allowed easily, but with you, it was different. Not often, and never completely, but there were glimpses—faint cracks in the seamless composure. Nights when he sat beside you in silence, the weight of his head resting lightly against your shoulder, the rise and fall of his breath slower, steadier. Moments when his fingers traced idle patterns on your wrist, when his guard lowered just enough for you to wonder if, beneath all that control, there was something softer.

˚₊‧꒰ა “The world is full of fools who believe themselves untouchable,” he mused one evening, his voice quieter than usual, his fingertips barely grazing the curve of your palm. “But you...you are the only certainty I have ever allowed myself.”

˚₊‧꒰ა In private, he was indulgent in a way few would believe possible. He took pleasure in your presence, in the sound of your voice, in the way your fingers brushed against his as you reached for something. It was not grand gestures that pleased him, but rather the sentiment—the fleeting touches, the way your breath hitched when he was too close, the unguarded moments when you forgot to be wary of the man he was.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do you trust me?” he had asked once, and though you knew that trust, with him, was a precarious thing, you had answered, “Yes.” The satisfaction in his eyes had been unmistakable, as though he had been waiting for that moment all along.

˚₊‧꒰ა He never gave you a name that was not his own. Your actual name was used sparingly, reserved for moments when his displeasure needed to be made clear. Instead, he called you my love, my dear, words that wrapped around you like a claim, like a truth that could not be refuted. He never said them in excess, never used them in the way others might, but when they left his lips, they carried a weight that could not be ignored.

˚₊‧꒰ა He does not simply ‘exist’ in your life—he engraves himself into it. There is no ignoring his presence, no pretending that he is anything less than a force that shapes the very foundation of your world. He does not demand your devotion. He simply ensures that, in the end, there is no other place you would rather be.

˚₊‧꒰ა The world he envisioned had a place carved out for you, a throne beside his own. Whether you had realised it or not, your future was already entwined with his, every thread carefully woven into the grand design he had spent years crafting

˚₊‧꒰ა You stood at his side because that was where he had placed you, and Aizen did not position things carelessly. You were not an ornament, not a fleeting indulgence—no, you were something far more significant. A constant. A certainty. The one thing he would not allow to be taken from him.

˚₊‧꒰ა And if the world itself ever thought otherwise? Well. The world had never been beyond his ability to reshape.

❤︎ NSFW Headcanons

˚₊‧꒰ა Not a man who rushes. He takes his time, savouring every reaction, every sound, every way your body responds to him. His control is unwavering, his pace measured, his touch calculated to draw out the deepest, rawest pleasure from you. He does not simply fuck—he orchestrates, turning your pleasure into something exquisite, something entirely his.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a man of precision, and that extends to how he touches you. His hands move with purpose, fingertips tracing the curves of your body with the kind of patience that borders on cruel. He enjoys seeing you squirm beneath his touch, watching as anticipation coils through you, knowing that no matter how much you try to control yourself, he will break you down in the end.

˚₊‧꒰ა Aizen does not just want you to feel pleasure—he wants you to understand that it belongs to him. That every shiver, every moan, every desperate cry is because of him, because he allows it. And he will remind you of that fact with every measured thrust, every teasing whisper, every time he pulls back just before you can fall over the edge.

˚₊‧꒰ა His cock is just as refined as the rest of him—long, thick, perfect in its shape and proportion. He is not just big, he is devastating, stretching you open inch by inch, watching with sharp, hungry eyes as you struggle to take him. And he does not rush the process. He enjoys the way your body clings to him, the way you gasp as he pushes deeper, the way he can feel every little flutter of your walls as they adjust to his size.

˚₊‧꒰ა The whines and cries you make as you cling to him desperately, seeking more of him when he’s already breaking you. Your hunger for all of him makes him want to ruin you in the best way possible.

˚₊‧꒰ა He is not rough in a way that is uncontrolled—every movement is deliberate, every snap of his hips calculated for maximum effect. He knows exactly how to fuck you to make you lose yourself, exactly how deep to go to make you sob his name, exactly when to slow down to make you beg. He does not simply take—he consumes.

˚₊‧꒰ა No need to say much in bed, but when he does, his words are sharp. “Is this all you can take?” “I expected more from you.” “You wanted this, didn’t you?” He does not praise often, but when he does, it is intoxicating—low murmurs of “Good girl,” spoken against your skin, the slightest shift in his tone that lets you know he is pleased.

˚₊‧꒰ა He takes his time with foreplay, knowing exactly how to push you to the brink before he even slides inside. His hands are slow, teasing, skimming over your body without ever quite giving you what you need. He will stroke between your thighs, fingers barely grazing where you are most sensitive, a smirk tugging at his lips as you try to shift closer. “Impatient, aren’t you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Control. Control. Control. But he also enjoys the moments when you lose yourself completely—when you arch against him, when your nails drag down his back, when you sob his name like it is the only thing keeping you grounded. It is not just the pleasure that interests him, but the way he can shape it, the way he can mould you beneath him.

˚₊‧꒰ა He is well aware of his own stamina, and he does not waste it. He can keep going long after you have collapsed, long after your body has given out. And he enjoys testing your limits, seeing just how much you can take before you are nothing but a shaking, overstimulated mess beneath him.

˚₊‧꒰ა He does not tolerate disobedience, but he does enjoy the fight. If you try to resist, if you try to tease him in return, he will simply put you back in your place—holding you down, pressing you into the mattress, fucking you slow and deep until you forget why you ever tried to challenge him in the first place.

˚₊‧꒰ა Enjoys watching you on your knees, your lips parted around his cock, your eyes wide as you take him as best as you can. He strokes your cheek, tangles his fingers in your hair, murmuring in that deep, composed voice, “You can take more than that.” And when you do, when you choke around him, when your eyes water from the stretch, he simply smirks, pleased but entirely unsurprised.

˚₊‧꒰ა He does love seeing you struggle to fit all of him in your mouth with your adorable determination. Teary eyes and drooling everywhere, as you look up at him with eagerness in those eyes as you attempt to swallow more of him. Makes him pat your head and coo at how dedicated you are to such a remarkable task.

˚₊‧꒰ა He is not the kind of man who loses himself in the moment. He remains composed, controlled, always one step ahead. Even when he fucks you senseless, even when your body trembles from overstimulation, he is entirely in command, knowing exactly how much you can take—even when you think you can take no more.

˚₊‧꒰ა Of course, he does slip up a tad bit—just a teeny bit when his possessiveness takes over. His voice becomes more heavier and rough, his grip on you becomes constricting as he pressed you onto whatever surface with more vigour. Or, he indulges in orgasm denial. His favourite.

˚₊‧꒰ა He just love seeing you all teary eyed and squirming as you beg and plead for relief, only for him to strip it from you. Leaving you dangling on the precipice while he laughs or mocks your performance. “You should have thought about that when you were attempting to flirt with a being lesser than you. Now you will know your worth.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Not to outrightly eat pussy, but when he chooses to, he is meticulous. He’s doing this by his rules and regulations—you must lie there and take it. He is slow, thorough, his tongue dragging over you with a precision that leaves you breathless. But he does not stop at one orgasm, nor does he let you pull away when it becomes too much. He holds you in place, lips and tongue working you over until you are sobbing from the sheer intensity, until you are nothing but a shaking, overstimulated mess in his grasp.

˚₊‧꒰ა It’s his fingers you need to watch out for. Those are the dangerous weapons he uses to his advantage to draw out all those pleas and cries from you. And what a perfect time to use Kyoka Suigetsu you to make you tremble like a leaf.

˚₊‧꒰ა He enjoys using it on you, making you feel sensations that aren’t real—whispers of fingers trailing over your body when his hands are still, a phantom tongue dragging over your clit while he watches you squirm. You can feel hands pinning you down, a firm grip on your wrists, even when his own hands are lazily stroking your hips. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs, smirking as you gasp. “You’re shaking as if there’s more than just me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He will make you feel like there are multiple versions of him at once—one teasing your nipples, another licking between your thighs, another fucking you slow and deep. You can’t tell what’s real and what’s an illusion, but it doesn’t matter because the pleasure is all-consuming. He watches, fascinated, as you writhe beneath him, unable to process what’s happening. “Too much?” he asks, voice smooth, teasing. “But I’ve barely even started.”

˚₊‧꒰ა There’s no lifting a finger to keep you on the edge. He can make you feel like you're being fucked mercilessly without ever actually entering you, can make you feel the heat of his cock stretching you open while he remains seated across the room, watching you pant and beg for something real. “Do you want me to touch you?” he muses, feigning curiosity. “Or should I just let you keep fucking yourself on nothing?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He enjoys warping your senses—making you feel like he is fucking you from behind when he is actually in front of you, making you feel like you are riding him when you are still lying beneath him, helpless. You don’t know which way is up, don’t know how he’s touching you, only that your body is responding to everything, every thrust, every teasing graze. “You can’t even tell what’s real anymore, can you?” he murmurs, kissing your neck. “And yet, you still cum so easily for me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He does not need to tie you down; he can make you feel bound, spread open, utterly at his mercy, even when you are free to move. Your wrists feel locked above your head, your legs held apart by invisible forces, unable to close around him. He watches the panic and pleasure mix in your expression, a pleased smirk tugging at his lips. “You struggle so beautifully,” he murmurs, running a single finger down your trembling thigh. “But we both know you’re not going anywhere.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll use his Shikai to make you see exactly what he sees. Under his illusions, you can witness yourself writhing beneath him from his perspective—watching your own flushed face, your desperate, wanton expression as he ruins you. “Look at yourself,” he orders, gripping your chin. “Look at how easily you fall apart for me.” You can’t escape it, can’t turn away from the vision of yourself utterly lost to pleasure under him.

˚₊‧꒰ა He does not stop after one orgasm. Even when you are trembling, too sensitive to continue, he can make you feel like he is still thrusting into you (using Kyoka Suigetsu), still stretching you open, even when he has pulled away. You feel every thick, deliberate stroke, the stretch of his cock, the teasing roll of his hips—even as you watch him smirk from a distance. “You look exhausted,” he muses. “And yet, your body is still begging for more.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You’ll hear his voice inside your head even when he is silent, murmuring sweet, sinful things directly into your mind. “Touch yourself for me.” “Spread your legs wider.” “Cum, now.” His voice is all-consuming, the illusion of his breath against your ear making you shudder. And when you disobey, when you hesitate for even a second, his smirk sharpens. “Did I stutter?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Aizen is the master of control, and he expects you to submit to his touch, his pace, his every calculated movement. He does not raise his voice or demand obedience—he simply expects it, and when you inevitably give in, the smirk on his lips is nothing short of triumphant. He enjoys making you understand that your pleasure belongs to him, that your body will respond only to him, that he decides when you can come.

˚₊‧꒰ა He revels in keeping you teetering on the edge, watching as frustration builds in your body, as you tremble beneath him, desperate for release. He has no issue stopping entirely just to hear you beg for it, just to remind you who controls your pleasure. And when he finally allows you to come, it is never just once—he pushes you past your limits, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you until you are left gasping, barely able to take another.

˚₊‧꒰ა Does not degrade outright, but his words cut deep, slipping under your skin in a way that makes you burn. He will murmur in your ear, voice smooth, teasing, laced with condescension. “Is this all you can handle?” “Look at you, trembling from just my fingers. You really are helpless, aren’t you?” And just when you think he is being cruel, he will murmur something just as devastatingly sweet—“That’s it. You’re doing so well for me.” “There’s my good girl.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Enjoys a good discipline. A sharp slap across your ass, a slow, measured spanking that leaves you squirming beneath him, a well-placed strike against your thigh as a warning. He does not do it simply for punishment—he does it because he enjoys the way your skin flushes under his palm, the way you moan at the sting, the way you cling to him afterwards, utterly undone.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s not just big—he is perfectly, devastatingly shaped for ruining you. He enjoys watching the way you struggle to take him, the way you gasp as he stretches you open, the way your body clings to him. And he makes sure you feel every inch, dragging out the stretch, making you keen as he pushes deeper. “You can handle it,” he murmurs against your ear, even as your body trembles beneath him. “You’ve taken me before.”

˚₊‧꒰ა One orgasm is never enough for him. He enjoys seeing you wrecked beneath him, utterly overwhelmed, barely able to form words as he pushes you into another climax. He strokes your clit lazily even as you try to squirm away, watches the way you shake as he fucks another orgasm out of you, smirking as he murmurs, “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Takes his pleasure slowly, thoroughly, ensuring every inch of you is thoroughly claimed. He does not just fill you—he makes sure you take every last drop, pushing it deeper, murmuring against your ear as he watches his cum spill from between your thighs. And if you try to move too soon, he simply pins you down, his cock still deep inside you, smirking as he says, “You’re not done yet.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Not a man who leaves things to chance—he ensures that when he is done with you, there will be no question as to who you belong to. His teeth leave marks along your skin, faint bruises where his hands held you still. And when he sees them later, his smirk is knowing, satisfied. “Mine,” he murmurs, running his fingers over the marks he left behind, pleased at how they linger.

˚₊‧꒰ა He enjoys keeping you close, buried deep inside you without moving, just to feel the way you tremble around him. He will hold you in place, watching the way you squirm, how you struggle to keep still. And when you finally break, when you try to move, his grip tightens, his voice smooth as he says, “Did I say you could move?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He prefers positions that give him control and give him the best angle to watch your reactions, which allows him to break you apart most effectively. He enjoys having you sit in his lap, holding you against a wall, pinning you down, forcing you to take him exactly as he wants. He enjoys bending you over his desk, fucking into you slow and deep, making you feel every inch of him. And he enjoys having you ride him, watching with quiet amusement as you struggle to keep up, before ultimately taking control and reminding you who is in charge.

˚₊‧꒰ა He does not stop at one round. He will fuck you until your legs are shaking, until your body is weak from pleasure, until you are entirely spent. And even then, he will test you—dragging his fingers between your legs, feeling the way your body still shudders with need, murmuring, “One more.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Filling you up? No. He ensures you take every drop. He fucks his release into you, keeping you still, watching as his cum drips from between your thighs, entirely unbothered by the mess he has made. And if you try to move too soon, he will simply pull you back, pressing deep, ensuring that nothing goes to waste.

˚₊‧꒰ა He enjoys leaving you breathless, utterly spent, his cum dripping from between your thighs, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin. And when he finally allows you to rest, when he pulls you against him, there is a quiet satisfaction in the way he holds you—possessive, unwavering, as if to remind you that you are his, that you will always be his.

˚₊‧꒰ა Aftercare with him is subtle and effortless. He does not dote, does not fuss. Instead, he ensures your comfort in the same way he ensures everything else—without question, without hesitation. A warm cloth to clean you, a glass of water placed within reach, a hand resting at your lower back as he pulls you against him. He does not ask if you are alright. He already knows you are. You are his, after all—and he always takes care of what belongs to him.

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KINKTOBER DAY 15 - Voyeurism: Sosuke Aizen x Female Reader

Summary: You had some nerve to reject invites to a kido practice session hosted by Squad 5, led by Lieutenant Aizen. You looked at him like he was some kind of aberration, and never understood how someone could be “so nice” like he was. Well, your friends thought it would be a good idea to sign you up for practice, and you’re learning firsthand just how “nice” Lieutenant Aizen really is.

TW: “work place” bullying, oral sex (male receiving), degradation, humiliation, voyeurism, abuse of power. Aizen using kyoka suigetsu to gaslight reader.

Word count: 3989

Read on AO3.

The first time Lieutenant Aizen sees you, you have a soft smile on your face. You’re attentive, patient and gentle with the flower arrangement you’re creating as Captain Unohana instructs you and a few others.

He notices you because you remain unphased by his appearance at the ikebana session, while your classmates begin to fawn and stare adoringly at him as he apologizes to Captain Unohana for his intrusion. Lieutenant Aizen glances at your moribana-style arrangement. Your shallow vase propping up deep purple irises.

“Captain Hirako sends his regards, Captain Unohana. These documents require your signature.”

Captain Unohana gives him a gracious smile and accepts the paperwork, as he makes his leave. But still, you don’t look up at him. Your eyes are focused on the vase in front of you.

It surprises him, but he waves goodbye to the students, taking note of you who only smiles at the flowers.

The next time Lieutenant Aizen sees you, you’re at the Great Archives, head buried deep in an older textbook on kido. Your eyebrows are furrowed as you have your scroll next to you, taking quick notes.

“If you’re interested in practicing your kido, you’re welcome to attend the sessions hosted at the Squad 5 barracks.” Lieutenant Aizen whispers to you, a cheerful smile on his face. You look up at him and he’s surprised to see unfamiliarity dawn your face, as your eyes quickly dart to his lieutenant’s badge on his upper arm.

You quickly shook your head, “no, but thank you for your offer.” You hastily rebuffed him, as you went back to your textbook.

Lieutenant Aizen was again, surprised by you. He narrowed his eyes, before relaxing slightly.

“The offer still stands.” He calmly says, his glasses picking up the light – making his expression unreadable to you. “We host practices on Tuesday and Thursday evenings.”

You nodded your head but quickly shooed him away as you tried to concentrate on the text in front of you. Lieutenant Aizen walked away from you quietly, yet garnered attention from fellow soldiers scattered through the shelves as he walked by. You perked up at the sudden influx of mumblings and shushing noises.

Some were quietly greeting him; others were blushing from being acknowledged by the lieutenant. You watched in curiosity as to how he interacted with people.

But once he was gone, some of those “fans” of his turned their attention on you.

“How could you be so rude?” One sneered.

“He invited you to practice! I bet you didn’t know Lieutenant Aizen is one of the best kido users in the Gotei 13.” Another soldier responded smugly.

You sighed, there was no reasoning with people like this, so you bluntly told them the truth. Putting on a cheery smile, you said, “oh trust me, I know of Lieutenant Aizen and Captain Hirako’s sessions, but it’s embarrassing, you know? My kido skills are really subpar, I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of them.” You meekly replied.

The two people harassing you gave you a side eyed, but let you be. You picked up the textbook and concentrated on the text once again.

It didn’t take long for Lieutenant Aizen to figure out what squad you belonged to. You were the recently demoted 3rd seat to 4th seat of the 12th division. Under the previous captain, Hikifune, you served as a 3rd seat, but once Urahara Kisuke accepted his promotion, he rearranged his squad.

Aizen watched with amusement as you struggled to chant a flurry of hado spells. He had skimmed through your dossier – you were an above average student at the Academy, excelling in hand-to-hand combat, and to his surprise, kaido. You were initially recruited under the 4th division, then received a promotion to 3rd seat under Captain Hikifune, but now were demoted once Urahara became captain. For all your strength in martial arts and healing, you struggled to create offensive spells that matched your power.

After months of observation, Aizen was amused at your continuous rejections to his practice invites, while repeating the same mistakes in your self-taught practice. He would find you incessantly pouring yourself over textbooks and scrolls, a concentrated look on your face.

And yet… you continued to refuse his help.

The opinions of ants didn’t matter to Aizen, but it annoyed him that you were quick to dismiss and rebuff him without any consideration. Aizen frowned to himself as he continued to watch you butcher mannequins with haphazard hado spells.

To almost everyone in the Gotei 13, Lieutenant Aizen held a standard for how a soldier should act, of how to be strong, kind and capable. Yet you looked at him with disdain. It bothered him like no other. And you had the audacity to act like that when you struggled with a simple hado 30 spell?

Aizen was done watching you for the day. He had more important things to deal with. Watching you struggle and fail was nothing more than to pass the time.

“Your kido hasn’t improved yet?” Your friend asked, as she found you in your usual corner of the Great Archives.

You frowned, hearing her comment. It wasn’t like you weren’t trying! “It’s not coming to me for some reason. I can weave kaido spells with ease, and bakudo spells are getting much better, but hado is another thing entirely.” You sighed, slumping into your seat.

And just like clockwork, Lieutenant Aizen spots you in the library… again. You grumble to yourself, as your friend’s eyes widen in shock. Lieutenant Aizen approaches the two of you and again, offers a training session.

But unlike the other times, your friend speaks for you, “oh she’d love to! She’s been telling me how much she’s been struggling with hado spells for months now.”

And with that charming smile of his, Lieutenant Aizen laughs politely, “I’ll tailor the session to suit your needs then.” He says to you.

You don’t say a word though, as you glare at your friend instead. You don’t hear the two of them exchange pleasantries, but once he’s out of earshot, your friend gushes about him.

“He’s so nice and handsome.” She says, with a dreamy tone in her voice.

“Too nice for my liking.” You grumble, as begin putting your books away.

“Too nice? Why is that such a problem?” Your friend sighed, as the two of you head out the library.

“I don’t know!” You snap, “no one can be that nice to everyone.” You remarked.

“But he isn’t that nice to everyone.” You friend stopped in her tracks, “I’ve seen how he interacts with his Captain. They tend to butt heads a lot.” You raised your eyebrows at the fact.

Granted, you didn’t interact with a lot of captains to begin with since Captain Hikifune got promoted, so it wasn’t something you would have been privy to.

“That seriously can’t be the reason why you look at Lieutenant Aizen like he’s some demon.” Your friend laughs.

You rolled your eyes, “well pardon me for not falling for the ‘nice and handsome’ Lieutenant Aizen.”

Your friend blushed in response, “you can be such a bitch sometimes!”

You let out a loud sigh as the hot spring water soothed your aching joints. Weeks had gone by since you began attending the Squad 5 training sessions on kido. You closed your eyes as the water washed over you, as you recalled your training. You had met Captain Hirako a handful of times now, an interesting Captain with a Kansai-ben accent. It took you by surprise at first, but he had a sense of humour and his lessons were engaging to a degree.

You actually looked forward to his tutelage more than Lieutenant Aizen’s… but you slumped into the water, as your arm tingled with pain. Lieutenant Aizen was tougher than he looked.

Or maybe that’s just to me… you mused. You weren’t sure if it was some bizarre flavour of favouritism. The lessons as of late, left you in a state of humiliation. Lieutenant Aizen was kind, thoughtful and patient with all the other soldiers, but with you, there was a vacant look in his eyes, or amusement as you butchered another incantation. And then there were the passive aggressive remarks that would give your class a bit of a laugh…

“Nice, my ass.” You muttered, as you remembered yesterday’s session. He had made an example out of you, as he wanted to demonstrate how to weave hado spells and hand-to-hand combat.

Well, you were an expert in hand-to-hand combat, and you had gotten better at certain hado incantations. Lieutenant Aizen had called other soldiers before for demonstrations, and he was gentle and patient with them as they nervously recited spells.

But the demonstration with you was… mean. Lieutenant Aizen had no qualms in belittling you and besting you. It was humiliating because you knew he was holding back. What you had felt was just a smidge of his actual power.

And it scared you.

You also remembered the tight grip he had on your forearm as he helped you, all the while remarking that “maybe it’s best to have academy students teach you.”

You couldn’t look at him in the face after that.

The humiliation still lingered in your mind, as you felt an uncomfortable sensation spread through your body. Lieutenant Aizen’s quips and taunts made you scared, and to your own shame, aroused. You rubbed your thighs together, hoping the feeling would dissipate, but you could hear his voice so clearly in your mind. You rolled your nipples between your fingers, before sending one hand down to your pussy. But before you would do anything further, you heard a twig snap.

You steeled yourself, pulling your hand away. You were determined to improve your kido. You would wipe that smirk off Lieutenant Aizen’s face and earn the praise you rightfully deserve.

“Hello… are you there??” You friend swam to you. You were completely oblivious to her entering the hot spring.

“Oh sorry, I was just lost in thought.” You gave her a half smile.

“No, don’t mention it! How are the kido sessions?” Your friend grinned. Your friend looked so excited and expectant... maybe to hear praises of Lieutenant Aizen.

You couldn’t look at her in the face though, as you stared at your reflection in the water.

“It’s… going. Captain Hirako’s pretty funny and has a lot of tips to share.”

“Ok… and Lieutenant Aizen?” Your friend asked.

“Oh well,” your face grew hot as you remembered the cold stare he gave you yesterday. Or the way his eyes flashed dangerously at you as you accidently hit yourself with a spell. “He’s tougher than he looks.” Was all you could say.

Your friend looked disappointed briefly, before flashing another smile at you. “Well that must mean he wants you to improve, right? I heard good things about his class from other people.”

“Y-yeah.” You stuttered meekly. “He can just be a bit intense, I guess.” You murmured, still avoiding your friend’s gaze.

“Maybe you can ask him for one-on-one sessions?” Your friend mused, “I’m wondering if the group format doesn’t work for you. You did do well in independent studies at the academy.” Your friend said softly.

“I don’t think that’s the reason” your friend looked dejected, “but – but maybe it’s worth a shot!” You said reassuringly, trying not to disappoint your friend. “I’ll ask him after my session next week.”

Aizen watched with amusement as you botched another hado incantation, earning the laughter of your fellow soldiers. It was certainly fun these past few weeks, watching your haughty attitude towards him break bit by bit with his true personality trickling through the sessions.

But today would be another shift in his plan for you. While you thought you were alone at the hot spring last time, Aizen cloaked himself in the adjacent pond, watching you bathe yourself. He couldn’t help but smirk as your eyes darted around, seeing if anyone was around, as you gently squeezed your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples. Aizen could see your legs spreading apart as one hand left your breast.

But then the sudden snap of a twig had you close your legs, then moments later, your friend entering the spring. You looked preoccupied with something else, as your gaze looked vacant, while your friend called for you.

Then came the interrogation on why you haven’t been improving. You tried to explain to your friend why you were struggling. The way you avoided her gaze, the way you brought your towel closer to your body, as if a shield to protect you from the mental humiliation. Aizen wanted more from you.

Would you gather the courage to ask for a one-to-one session with him tonight?

He looked at you coldly, as you avoided his gaze. To his disappointment though, he saw you leave with the others at the end of the session. Maybe you weren’t as bold as he thought you to be.

Aizen made his way back to his office, not far from the kido training grounds. He felt the familiar feeling of your spiritual pressure approach his door, “you can come in.” He said calmly.

“Lieutenant Aizen! I – “ you quickly shout, entering his office. He took of his glasses as he approached you, cleaning the lenses with his uniform.

“Yes?” He answered indifferently, as your eyes widened in shock over how sharp his eyes were without his glasses. He smirked at you, but you couldn’t help but look away from his intense stare.

“I was wondering if you had time to arrange some one-to-one kido sessions with me?” You asked, as you bowed your head.

You heard him chuckle above you, “sure – but you could wear clothes while you ask me.” Lieutenant Aizen grinned menacingly, as you yelped in horror.

Why am I nude?! You panicked, as you tried to cover your body. “I – I was wearing clothes!” You said in haste, your eyes darting around to see what had happened.

Then you had the faint voices from outside Lieutenant Aizen’s door, “I heard there was a streaker that entered the barracks!” One soldier clamoured. Your face dropped in colour.

Lieutenant Aizen gave you a look over and you felt weak. There was a look in his eyes that you didn’t recognize, but before either of you could say anything, he pushed you away from his door.

“Lieutenant Aizen, sir! Did you see a naked woman pass by?” One of the patrolling officers asked.

You watched Lieutenant Aizen fake a shocked look on his face, “no I haven’t. Is everything alright?” He asked politely.

“We heard reports of a naked woman running through the barracks. She went passed your office, but nobody else has seen her.”

“I hope you find her then. She must not have gotten very far if she’s nude.” Lieutenant Aizen remarked, softly. “I hope she’s alright.”

“No worry, sir! We’ll be on the lookout. Thank you and enjoy your evening.” The two soldiers said, as they went back to their search.

“You really are a pitiful thing, aren’t you?” Lieutenant Aizen murmured as he walked towards you. “Don’t tell me that interaction aroused you.” He leered, as you yelped. Feeling the familiar, warm sticky feeling between your legs.

What the hell is going on? You continued to fret nervously, unsure of how to leave without your clothes. “Lieutenant Aizen – sir,” you pleaded, “could I borrow a uniform?”

“And why would I do that?” He smirked, as his eyes traveled down your body. “You really are a pathetic little thing.” Your eyes widened in shock as he weaved his hand through your hair, gripping your scalp. “I can’t leave you in such a state.” He mockingly said, the grip on your hair getting tighter.

“It’s no problem, sir!” You whined, unsure of why your body was acting such a way. This couldn’t be Lieutenant Aizen, could it? You shut your eyes as you winced from the pain.

He was nice to everyone, but you.

He was patient to everyone, but you.

And he was generous and helpful.

… but not to you, especially in this moment as ran his thumb over your lips.

“You truly are awful at hado spells.” Lieutenant Aizen said calmly as he pushed you to your knees. “Is there any actual thought in that head of yours?”

“I – I’m getting better, aren’t I?!” You tried to defend yourself, but you felt your knees buckle under fear.

“If the misfiring of spells and butchering of incantations is what you call improvement, then,” Aizen pushed you down to your knees, forcing you to look up at him, “your mouth and arms need practice.”

Panic fills you as you feel glued to the ground, unable to get up. Your eyes wander to Lieutenant Aizen as he pulls out his soft cock from the confines of his uniform. You watch in fear as he pumps himself slowly, before placing his cock head on your lips.

“Well, if you want to practice, show me how much you mean it.” Lieutenant Aizen grinned viciously, tapping the tip of his erection on your soft lips.

You gently take him into your mouth, as you try to relax your mouth. The lieutenant holds your head in place as he pushes you further down his cock, forcing your mouth open wide. He looks down at you as you struggle to take him. You wrap one hand around the base of shaft as you begin to bob your head along his cock.

“You know…” Lieutenant Aizen says, as you struggle to suck him off, “I saw you at the onsen the other day.” He grins at you as your eyes widen in surprise, “you seem to enjoy playing with your breasts.” The grip on your head is tighter as he shoves his cock further down your throat, forcing you to choke. “Why don’t you show me what you were doing?”

You look up at him in horror, but the immediate need to please rushes through you, as your free hand pinches and rolls your nipple. Lieutenant Aizen lets go of your head, forcing you to pull away from his cock. You whimper as you pinch your nipples.

Lieutenant Aizen gently kicks your legs, trying to spread them apart, “you were also about to do something else before your friend came in.” He said, as you expose your slick cunt to him. “What were you thinking about?”

You tightly shut your eyes as your hand travels to your pussy, your fingers grazing softly along your clit, “I was thinking about” you whimper as you circle the entrance to your pussy, “how I haven’t had sex in so long.”

“Is that so?” Lieutenant Aizen says, tapping your face with his hard cock. “Then why did you look so embarrassed?”

You winced at his words, as you gently push a finger inside you. Lieutenant Aizen looks down at you expectantly.

“I can’t!” You cry out, pulling out your fingers. Lieutenant Aizen crouches down to floor, as he grips your face in his hand.

“Your wet pussy is making a mess in my office floor.” He squeezes your face tighter, but continues on, “and you’ve drooled over my cock. Yet you’re too embarrassed to share?”

You bite your lip, wincing as you feel his warm finger push its deep inside your pussy. “I was thinking of having sex with you!” You yell.

“That’s the first good thing to come out of your mouth.” Lieutenant Aizen smirked. Standing back up, the lieutenant places his cock on your face, your eyes looking up at him with eagerness, “let’s see if you’ll continue to improve.”

You’re jolted awake at the sound of your name and Lieutenant Aizen staring at you in his office. Your body feels hot and your face red.

“Is there anything I can do for you? You’ve been standing there for five minutes.” Lieutenant Aizen says softly, concern evident in his voice.

What the hell? You look around the office and barracks in confusion. Your uniform intact and still on your body.

“What time is it?” You asked, worry filling your voice.

“It’s a little past eight thirty in the evening.” Lieutenant Aizen looks at you with surprise. “Our kido training session finished half-an-hour ago.”

“Did I – did I say anything else before you called my name?”

“No, you just got here and stared at my door.” Lieutenant Aizen shook his head, “are you sure you’re alright? I can take you to the Squad 4 infirmary.”

“No! That’s ok! I’m feeling fine.” You quickly said, trying to diffuse the situation. “I just got disoriented for a moment.” You tried to laugh it off, but the worry on the lieutenant’s face remained. You weren’t comfortable seeing a concerned look on Lieutenant Aizen’s face. “I came here because I wanted to ask you a favour.”

Lieutenant Aizen raised his eyebrows, “sure?”

“Could you train me in hado spells on a one-to-one level?” You asked nervously.

Lieutenant Aizen gave you a gentle smile, “close the door and let’s talk about this more privately.”

“Wow, you’ve improved so much!” Your friends exclaimed as you showed off your improved hado skills. You grinned as you neatly hit the target on the mannequin with ease, and without an incantation.

Your friends clamoured around you as they praised you for your skills.

“Those sessions really help, huh. Lieutenant Aizen seems really nice.” One friend remarked, as they looked at how clean the spell had hit the target.

You shook your head, “I wouldn’t say he’s nice…” you say hesitantly, your mind recalling everything he put you through, “but Lieutenant Aizen really makes you work for it.” You explained. “I understand why he’s famous for his kido skills.” You murmured.

But before you could say much else, a hell butterfly landed on your shoulder. You read the message and shook your head. “Well, I still have some ways to go. I have to get going now though, more lessons.” You sheepishly explain, bidding your leave.

You find yourself in front of Lieutenant Aizen’s office once again. Your body is filled with trepidation as you wonder what mood the lieutenant would be in.

You hear him say your name, prompting you to enter the room. You immediately fall to your knees.

“You’ve made some improvement on your hado.” Lieutenant Aizen says out loud, as you eagerly await his praise. “It’s still an embarrassing sight though for someone who’s been tutored by me.” He says with an offhand tone, skimming through various papers he needed to sign.

“But I’m getting better!” You pleaded, worried what lies in store for you now.

Lieutenant Aizen rolls his eyes and gets up, standing over you. You can’t read his expression from the glare of the light. “No, the only good thing you can do with your mouth is suck my cock.”

You lower your head, embarrassed to at wanting to please him.

“No matter, tonight you’ll be learning something else.”

You snapped your head, confusion spreading all over your face, “but my bakudo and kaido skills are fine.” You explain.

“We won’t be doing kido practice today.” Aizen remarks, as he heads to a low seated table. “Let’s see how your calligraphy skills are.”

“Oh, I really enjoy callig –”

But Aizen interrupts you by pulling out.. your egg-shaped vibrator. Your face grows hot as you remembered looking at it during a quick solo trip to the World of the Living and buying it immediately. Lieutenant Aizen smirks as it whirrs away in his hand.

“You’ll be practicing your calligraphy, with this inside your wet cunt. If it’s acceptable, I’ll let you cum.”

You shift nervously in your spot, fidgeting your fingers trying to get them to warm up. But once you collect yourself, you stare at him, “I accept your challenge.”

Lieutenant Aizen's grin widens at your words.

WE'RE HERE. IT'S OVER. THANK YOU FOR READING!!

I initially had a plan to write an AU Aizen committing voyeurism and stalking, but I thought (as a challenge to myself), to write something with in somewhat in canon. I think Lieutenant Aizen still is hot-blooded enough to get annoyed by someone butchering and rejecting him (Captain Aizen is more ✨mature✨ instead), so this was a fun concept to write! It didn't go quite the way I planned (I always limit myself with what I want to write), but I also wanted to wrap this up.

Thank you to everyone who has read this, left likes, reblogs and/or comments! I really enjoyed writing this - it was a great experience to challenge myself with. I'm less likely to write one for 2025, but we'll see what the future has in store.

The title from this chapter is from Djedjotronic's "Take Me Down", specifically the mix used by Boys Noize in his Boiler Room set in Liège!

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