#bleach ichimaru

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Hello! I’ve read you are taking hc requests. Can I ask about Gin and Sosuke (separetely) finding their s/o asleep in their bed even if they had somehow decided to have some quality time together? I was thinking of something funny if that makes sense🩷

Sorry this took so long!

Gin:

I get the feeling Gin would probably be very amused and flattered at the same time finding his s/o asleep in his bed.

Sure, he was looking forward to having dinner with you after a long day at work, but what’s a man to do?

Your hair is messy and you’re drooling onto your pillow, wearing a ratty oversized Tshirt. He takes out his phone and snaps a few pictures of you. He thinks you’re adorable but the truth is he took them for ransoming purposes.

If you EVER fall asleep again when you have plans with him, he will post these on his social media. He’ll add the cute hashtags like ‘sleepybaby’ or ‘isntshecute’ but at least he knows you’ll be prepared the next time you make plans.

Sosuke:

You dared fall asleep on this prima donna? Oh that simply wouldn’t do.

At first, he’s tempted to just let you sleep and when you wake up, milk your guilt for all its worth. But that still means not spending any quality time with you.

So he tries subtle things to wake you up. Blowing on you face, purposely turning up the TV too loudly, wandering through the house opening and closing the doors loudly.

When none of that works, he picks up your cat and, not too gently, tosses him on the bed. The resounding yelp from the cat and you reacting to the shock effectively wakes you up. He’ll sympathetically stroke your hair, acting like he didn’t have a hand at all in waking you.

”I told you to close the door while you’re sleeping, that cat of yours always does stupid things. Now look, you were woken up when you were sleeping so soundly. Ohh that’s right, we did have plans. Well since you’re up now, how about you start getting ready? We can still make our reservation in time if you hurry.”

[nyacat39]

Gin has invaded my mind today during my long ass break so have a bunch of Gin doodles/sketches and the last one is basically a reference to the Omake segments at the end of each chapter in my fic Across the Worlds

[saaraofthesand]

Part 2

[shinixgami]

THEN 2004

NOW 2024

[elvyn]

Some Bleach portraits

[deathberi]

HAPPY BLEACH ANNIVERSARY!!

2001年8月7日〜2016年8月22日

[andythelemon]

1000 years, 0 brain cells...

Print for ANYC and 2024 cons! I had lots of fun drawing the idiot gang again, I wish I could've added more of my faves. STORE

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[zmeitsssa]

i had to do it... author of the original art - sweepswoop_ in twitter

[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Ichimaru Gin x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!aizen, dom!gin, dom!kisuke, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), dirty talk, slight degradation kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, praising kink;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Sosuke Aizen.

When Aizen wants to eat you out he will specifically ask you to lay on your back and let him take the lead. How does he enjoy feasting on you? With your legs draped over his shoulders, his slender fingers gripping the plush of your thighs both to keep you in place and drive you mad. The cute whimpers leaving your mouth, as his tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves for the sake of his sadistic side, make him go nuts, albeit he would never let you know about it. You want more, your hips bucking up as breathy pleas roll out of your tongue, when Sosuke locks eyes with you.

“Beg” he huskily demands, his hot breath fanning your dripping heat.

Chest raising and falling erratically, you shoot a desperate glance at him, teary eyes boring into his dark ones, as you give up. Trying to front, or display difiance with him will only grant you hours of torture and you are in no position to endure more teasing from him. He is unbothered by your bratty attitude most of the times, his annoyance showed off in the way he drags out your orgasms only to let you utterly unsatisfied in the end.

“Please, please, Sosuke, make me come! I can’t take it anymore!” you whine out, your bottom lip wobbling as he grins up at you, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your inner thigh until he reaches your aching cunt.

“You are lucky I am in a good mood” he states, before his mouth dives back between your legs and his lips wrap around your throbbing clit.

You moan loudly, your back arching as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the heavenly sensation he is blessing you with. He sucks onto it, his fingers digging into your skin, and you are more than sure that tomorrow morning you are going to find bruises in the shape of his fingerprints on your thighs. But it is worth the pain, this pleasure is something only he can provide you.

When you gasp for the overstimulation, he dips his tongue into your core, his thumb reaching up to your clit and pressing onto it in circular motions. At this point, incoherent words leave your lips as you squirm and your toes curl. He does not even care about the fact that your legs are now squeezing his head.

Looking up at you from behind his dark eyelashes, Aizen replaces his tongue with his index and forefinger and curl them inside you, having no trouble in reaching that sensitive spongy spot within your inner walls. You squeal out in pleasure, your jaw going slack, as your body jolts up for the sudden stimulation.

“Let me taste you, darling. Let me drink from you” Sosuke murmurs, his voice soothing and contrasting with his lustful and lewd gestures.

You cannot retaliate, replying is impossible at this point. When his tongue begin to twirl around your abused clit again, while his fingers thrust in and out of you in a depraved melody of squelching sounds, it is time for you to give him what he wants.

You arch your back, sinful moans filling the room as your orgasm rips through you and Sosuke is quick to withdraw his fingers, now glistening in your essence. He leisurely sucks them clean, before lapping at your core so sensually your body twitches.

“You’re so beautiful, when you’re fucked out” he comments, kissing his way up your stomach until he hovers over your writhing frame.

When his hand reaches down to unbuckle his belt, you know he is far from being done with you.

Gin Ichimaru.

This man is a real menace. He loves giving you oral more than receiving. While he is prone to do it pretty much at any given occasion, he has a thing for bending you over his desk and eating you out from behind. No matter how you many times you try to object that it is degrading, he does not give a damn about it.

He loves the control he has over your body, his large, calloused and bony hands spread your rears as his tongue explores your core deeply, until you bang your fist onto the wooden desk and squirm around under his ministrations.

“Stop squirming, little girl, or I might have to give you a punishment” he chides you, lapping at your folds assiduously.

Sweat beads your forehead, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you whimper and, when he deliberately bites softly at your lips to earn a reaction from you, there is nothing that you can do but try to stand back up. Gin obviously sneers, his hands pushing you back down onto the desk as he delivers you a rather brutal spank. A cute yelp erupts from your throat, eyes widening even so slightly, as he slips his hand between your thighs to cup your sex.

“What a naughty little minx you are… What was that, huh? You are clearly asking for a punishment, you little masochist” Gin taunts you, smirking as his long fingers plung into your arching core without much of a warning.

You are dripping, your nails scraping the wooden surface of the desk as Gin watches the way your face scrunches up in shameful grimaces expressing your pleasure. It is not enough, he wants to really leave you thinking about this little session you are having for hours, before you are going back to work for your Captain.

“Gin! Fuck— Please, please, I can’t take it! I need t-to come” you beg him, as he kneels back behind you and pulls his fingers out of your entrance.

“Yes, you can. Now shut your pretty mouth and let me enjoy this pussy before you go back to Aizen” the Captain of the Third Division says, before delving his tongue into you and making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Your body is trembling, he can feel it, and the way your walls clamp down the tip of his tongue are a clear sign that you are close to your climax. A presumptuous smile gracing his thin lips, Gin does anything in his power to help you reach your climax. With a flick of his tongue, you scream out his name and the smirking snake below you is ready to collect your juices on his tongue.

Once he is done, he glances down at you and playfully spanks you again, leaning down towards your ear “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up. I don’t want to hear Aizen complain about how messy you looked at the reunion” he teases you, earning a groan of frustration from you.

But, as much as you despise the way he drives you mad, Gin Ichimaru has elicited reactions from you no one has ever made you experience before.

“I’m coming” you whisper, standing back up for real this time.

“Again?” Gin jests, only for you to grasp a slipper and throw it at him.

Urahara Kisuke.

Listen to me. If he was about to die and he was granted one last wish, this man would be asking for someone to sit on his face. He enjoys, no, he adores eating you out. He could spend hours between your thighs, savoring your essence over and over again. But if you just sit on his face, he will not make you regret your choice. The way you whimper and cry out his name from up above makes him literally hard.

“Kisuke, gosh, that’s— ah!” you struggle to find proper words to describe the way he gradually making you crumble down at his feet. His tongue is relentless in the way it twirls and swirl around your bundle of nerves, or the way it hastily dips into your core to collect each and every drop of your juices not to let them go to waste.

“I know, kitten, I know… Just let this old shop-keeper lavish your pussy. I am so hungry, I swear” he whines, hands sprawled over your hips to help you keep your balance. While he is clearly in command, even if he apparently does not seem to have the upper hand, this lazy man might even ask you to help him in the said task.

“Ride my face, baby, come on” he rasps out, palming himself through his pants as you cannot help yourself but slowly start to move your hips at a sensual tempo.

He groans, eyes close as his lips, teeth and tongue work together to help you reach your third orgasm. Your muscles burn, you are on the verge of collapsing for the powerful and draining waves of pleasure he has made you experience, but as you cry out in pleasure again you realize he has ruined you forever.

No one is going to give you oral the way he does.

“Fuck! Fuck! K-Kisuke, I’m—” you chime then, a scandalous high-pitched tone of voice piercing his ears as you increase the pace of your tempo. You are so close, so close to bathe him into your juices once again and he is eager to taste you as if it is the first time.

“Yes, princess, just like that! Come for me, good job, baby” he utters, smiling in ecstasy as you whimper and your orgasm leaves your mind blank. His tongue viciously laps at your core, a guttural sound leaving his throat in the meanwhile. He is so glad you exist.

As you pant and climb off of his face, muscles aching and eyes closed, Kisuke humms and jokingly squeezes your thigh before tugging his pants down his legs and smiling.

“If you want, we can try a sixty-nine now” he breathes out, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and making you chuckle softly in return.

You love that pervert shop-keeper so much.

tags: @electronicwitchcollection @aizenwifey @stygianoir @brittscafe my way to apologize for the late updates❤️

[kat-ran]

Bleach Movie Halloween 2024

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BLEACH x cookpadLive cafe

[electronicwitchcollection]

~*How they kiss*~

edited: I added Byakuya 🩵

Shinji

Shinji kisses you dirtily. Not one for chaste brushing of lips or quick, soft presses of your mouths, no, Shinj wants devour every single crevace of your mouth. His tongue will drag across your own, twirling and manipulating your tongue in ways you never knew it could bend. He'd memorise the very shape and placement of your teeth, extract your taste from your mouth until it over powers his own. He pushes into the kiss, invading your space and pushing you off balance, keeping you pinned flush againt his body until hes the only thing you can feel. His hands would wonder and explore, grabbing, pinching, squeezing anything he can get hold of, just to taste your sweet moans. It would be hot and heavy, a far cry from what would be considered acceptable PDA. He would be vocal, groaning and grunting into your mouth, hips rolling into you to let you feel just how much he wants you.

Gin

The way Gin kisses can only be described as torturous. Gin would keep you waiting, until you were needy and desperate and then he would make you wait some more. He'd ghost his lips over yours, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, tingling with the the taunt of what could be. He'd lean in, keeping you on the edge before averting to your ear, a sly grin on his lips when he hears your breath catch in your throat at the denial. You can hear the amusement in his tone, so intertwined with the almost cruel satisfaction as he whispers in your ear..  "I don' think ya desperate enough yet..". When he finally, after begging, pleading, bribing, kisses you, it would just be the next step of sweet torture. He would kiss you excruciating slow, bearly there pressure moulding your lips together. He would move away if you tried to take any control, making your start his torturous dance all over again. He would slide his tongue into your mouth only a fraction, giving you only a sliver of what you crave, building up slowly. He'd give you only a moment of everything this has been building up to before pulling away, leaving you desperately wanting more.

Shunsui

Consumingly. Shunsui kisses like he does everything else. Languid, lazy, unhurried and savoured. He takes the time to throughly enjoy and experience every facet of kissing you. While the kiss isnt outwardly passionate or ravenous.. you cant help but feel completely consumed by him and his ownership of the kiss. Shunsui's fingers trail softly over your curves, lovingly memorising every flawless imperfection on your body. He tilts your head up to meet him with a gentle yet confident finger under your chin, thumb brushing tantilisingly slow over your bottom lip. When he leans down and captures your lips with his own, your sences are consumed by him. The softness of his lips contrasting against the slight scratch of his beard. The floral smell that clings to his clothes, almost transporting you to a field of wild flowers on a summers day. The heat of his body slowly sinking into your own, relaxing you fully into his embrace. His sake infused breath would mingle with your own as he parts your lips, slowly caressing your tongue with his. Shunsui plays with varying pressures, tilting your head this way and that to ensure he consumes every ounce of pleasure from you. He exubes a lazy confidence, knowing exactly how to make you melt and surrender to him completely

Urahara

Urahara kisses you teasingly. He'd kiss his way up your neck, grinning into your skin as he feels your pulse quicken. Changing up between firm presses and barely there brushes, nipping and grazing his lip against you. He would look down at you with mischief in his eyes, teasingly getting closer to your lips, before turning your head and tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. He'd chuckle darkly at your impatient huff.. "you're cute when you pout.."  he'd husk in your ear, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you flush against him. His other hand would cup your jaw, tilting your head up to take in your frustrated look. Leaning in again, he'd flick the tip of his tongue over your lip, grinning cockily as he pulls away... "Beg for it.." . When you break, whining and fisting his top in your hands, "Kisuke...please..."  .. he'd lower his head back to your lips, moving back slightly to make you groan, smirking before whispering "good girl.."  When Kisuke finaly kisses you, its perfectly constructed to drive you wild. Pressing his lips against yours, hand squeezing your ass, he'd run his tongue over your bottom lip, playfully backing away when you part them. The corners of his mouth would turn up in a smirk, letting you chase him before surging forward and claiming your mouth. He'd groan when your tongues meet, greedily tasting you, working himself just as much as you with his teasing.

Grimmjow

Grimmjow kisses you hungrily.. possessively. You are his and he will take what he wants from you. Grimmjow doesn't waste time with teasing or playful kisses. Dosen't do soft caresses or lingering touches. Grimmjow is hungry for you and he is going to devour you. He'd grip you, fingers pawing at your hips or ass as he held you prisoner in his grasp, leaving you no chance of escaping until he was fully sated and satisfied. Grimmjow would wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to prove his ownership, keeping you exactly where he wants you as he slams his lips into yours. Sharp teeth would nip at your lip, demanding entrance, tongue forcing its way through if you took too long for his liking. Grimmjow would growl into the kiss, tongue battling with yours, forcing your submission. He would greedily lap up your taste,  tongue rolling over your own again and again, parting only when his chest burned for oxygen. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both left panting. He keeps you close, your hot breath mixing together, eyes taking in your lips, plump and swollen, parted with drsperate breaths.. looking so wrecked from just his kiss.. he'd growl "mine"

Ukitake

Ukitake would kiss you tenderly. Soft touches and gentle caresses is the only way this man would touch you. You are precious to him, the love of his life and he couldn't imagine touching you with anything other than delicate, tender touches. He would cup your cheek, sming down at you with adoration as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. He would let his lips linger, savouring the sweet genture. His eyes closing to fully take in the way his lips press into your forhead, breathing in the warm scent of your shampoo. Pulling back he would rub gos thumb gently over your cheek, so soft and smooth. Intertwining his othe hand with yours, Jushiro would bring them up to his lips, curved in a soft smile. He'd plant gentle kisses to each of your fingers, eyes locked onto yours for every one. Taking a step closer, he would angle your face up to his, eyes slowly taking in every feature of your face. He would tilt his head, pressing his lips to yours. Lingering together, holding onto the connection for as long as he could. Jushiro would press his forhead into yours, embracing the quiet, intimate moment. 

Kensei

Kensei would kiss you completely. Kensei is very much a 'if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right' kind of man and kissing you is no different. When he kisses you, he kisses you thoroughly. There will not be a single doubt in your mind that he has kissed you as good as he could've. Kensei would run his fingers through your hair, fisting it just above the nape of your neck and manipulate you to the perfect angle. Hand covering your hip, he would hold onto you protectivly, pressing his lips firmly against yours. He would kiss your top lip softly before kissing your bottom lip harder. Tugging your hair slightly in a silent command to open your mouth, Kensei would tilt his head to fit against you seamlessly. He would start out slowly, savouring the feel and taste of your tongue swirling around his own. With a grunt Kensei would pull you closer, deepening the kiss, leaving no part of your mouth without his attention. He would loosen his hold on your hair, gently cupping the back of your neck as he slows down the kiss. Leaving you feeling fully and completely kissed. 

Byakuya 

Byakuya kisses you like it’s the last time. Byakuya knows the pain of loosing the one you love, the heartache of knowing what that last kiss feels like. When he kisses you, he kisses you with everything. He would cup your cheek gently, tilting your head up just right to be able to look deep in your eyes. He would brush your hair behind your ear and  lower his lips to yours, pouring all his love and affection into the soft kiss. Not leaving you any doubt just how much this man adores you. Byakuya would pull you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he deepens the kiss. Gently coaxing your lips apart and sensually brushing his tongue against yours. Committing to memory your taste, the feel of you, your scent. When you part he’d keep you close, breaths mingling between you as you steady your breathing, before resting his forehead against yours. 

[distinguishedshoeduckdonut]

Shinigami (Captain Gotei 13) vs Arrancar (Espada) vs Quincy (Sternritter)

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COLLATERAL DAMAGE ★ AIZEN SOSUKE FT. ICHIMARU GIN

DAY ONE ➵ aizen had you wrapped around his finger long before gin ever realized it, reducing you to nothing but his mindless little plaything. now, in las noches, he keeps you close—just to make sure gin stays in line.

cw ➵ dark content, possèssive!aizen, dub-con, angst, coeřcion, cućking(?), fořced submíssion, some aizen x gin if you squint, manipúlation, face fucķing, exhibitíonism, humilìation, deep-throàting, asphýxiation, mild body worship, nípple play, unprotécted sèx, fingéring, dírty talk, squírting, creàmpie, gin cúms untouched

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The heavy door's groan as it swung inward immediately seized Gin's attention. His casual swagger faltered ever so slightly as he strode into Aizen's private sanctuary, finding a scene that struck him like a physical blow.

There you knelt amid the opulent bedding, clad only in your undergarments as you lavished open-mouthed kisses and caresses across Aizen's bare torso. Your hair was tousled, skin sheened with a thin sheen of sweat from your exertions already. Harsh pants spilled from your parted lips, glazed eyes alight with feverish desire you openly directed towards Aizen's indolent sprawl.

For a stunned instant, Gin could only gape openly at the lewd tableau - his mind whiting out as a barrage of memories overwhelmed him:

You, gazing at him with such profound warmth and tenderness through the nights spent tangled in passion and vulnerability together back in Soul Society. The sweet timbre of your laughter mingling with whispered endearments and shared sake during quiet evenings. How utterly shattered your radiant light had become the day Gin forced himself to sever the bond, knowing the inevitable toxicity of his chosen path would only continue poisoning your brilliance the longer he selfishly clung to you.

He relived every agony tenfold in that crystalline moment - the anguished aftermath of his callous rejection all those weeks ago. Leaving you heartbroken and your future unknown in the desperate hope it would safeguard you from the seething miasma of treacheries shortly to unfold.

Yet the harsh reality now unfolded with pitiless clarity: not only had his brutal efforts to shield you failed, but your untainted essence had been utterly defiled in the meantime. This debauched, wanton creature lavishing open desire upon Aizen's frame could not possibly be the same woman Gin loved so fiercely. Not with the glazed cast of your eyes and utter lack of recognition or compassion shining through.

No...you'd been reduced merely to the basest form - a compliant vessel for brimming need and visceral craving alone. Leaving precious little trace of your former soul glimmering through the lustful husk left in its wake.

Gin's chest constricted with the violence of a collapsing star as he fought not to openly rail against this sick parody playing out before him. His hands clenched and released in twitchy spasms at his sides, nails scoring shallow crescents against his palms.

Then Aizen's rich, cultured baritone slithered through the miasma with lethal languor: "Welcome, Gin," he greeted, utterly unperturbed by the interruption. “How fortunate that our performances align so perfectly this evening.”

You paid the former captain's words no more heed than a favored pet acknowledging their owner's voice in passing. Simply continued trailing wet, shameless kisses down the taut lines of his abdomen and lower still with blissful absorption.

“You’ve arrived just in time to see the opening movements of this overture,” Aizen practically purred, long fingers idly carding through your tousled tresses. His slitted regard flickered over to where Gin had frozen like a moth in the wake of an open flame.

“Surely this reunion is bringing back some fond memories for you as well, old friend?” he crooned in silken tones dripping with dark suggestion. “After all, we wouldn’t want you to feel excluded from our deepening collaboration, would we?”

At that insidiously loaded reference to your past with Gin, your glazed eyes flickered up towards his rigid figure for one suspended heartbeat. A fleeting glimpse of spark flickered behind your unfocused irises, almost hinting at an ember of lucidity briefly emerging through the lustful fog clouding your awareness.

Then Aizen uttered a low, dismissive chuckle as he gripped a handful of your hair in rebuke, hips shifting up towards your open mouth with lewd suggestion. Instantly, your brief flicker of cognizance evaporated beneath the renewed glaze of need absolutely transfixed upon pleasuring your captor further.

"Your timing remains as impeccably wretched as ever, it seems," Aizen intoned in that edged purr, locking Gin with a bold stare brimming with dark promise. “Though I suppose I should feel some gratitude that you chose this important moment to join us rather than arriving after the main performance has already peaked.”

A fresh bloom of visceral disgust lanced through Gin's hollow core at the sadistic implications laced behind each aristocratic murmur. He swallowed hard, willing his nails not to draw blood from his clenched fists as you delved forward into Aizen's cradle without hesitation. Subjugating whatever dormant soul still dwelled behind your eyes towards the primal carnality dictated by your new master.

“Try not to wither like an innocent virgin, Gin,” Aizen crooned, smoky eyes glittering with unveiled menace. “After all, you’re far more intimately familiar with my lover’s particular skills and energies than most. So surely you can appreciate how well she applies herself so selflessly to alleviating certain pressures these days.”

Despite every fiber of his being screaming at Gin to surge forward and physically tear you away from Aizen's depraved grasp, he remained utterly frozen in place. The veiled threats and sinister implications laced behind his former captain's words rendered him temporarily paralyzed.

Aizen seemed to revel in Gin's helpless silence and the anguish playing out across his features. With the utmost casualness, he began discussing imminent plans - troop deployments, securing territory, the expansion of his Arrancar army. All the while, you continued lavishing open-mouthed attention and caresses along his torso and lower abdomen without the slightest hint of shame or restraint.

"As you can see, significant preparations must be made in securing my reign over Hueco Mundo before we can turn our focus elsewhere," Aizen stated coolly, even as his fingers tightened in your hair to guide your mouth lower.

A muffled moan slipped past your lips yet you pressed eagerly onward, determined to satisfy whatever depravity Aizen demanded of you. Gin's hands clenched and released sporadically as he watched the lewd display, his throat feeling as if it were closing up. How rapidly you had descended into this vacant, needy state hellbent on fulfilling Aizen's every carnal whim.

"Of course, maintaining firm leadership and loyalty from my subordinates will be paramount," Aizen continued in that same clinical tone utterly juxtaposed by the wanton tableau playing out before Gin. "I have little patience for...wavering focus or insubordination from those who swore to follow me into this new world."

His gaze lasered in on Gin then, eyes glittering with dark promise as one hand gripped your shoulder to hold you in place. The other tugged insistently at his hakama, freeing his fully stiffened cock with shameless liberty to prod against your swollen lips.

Gin swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away as your mouth parted without hesitation, enveloping the thick length in a searing wetness that made Aizen grunt low in his chest. Your eyelids fluttered but remained heavy-lidded and utterly transfixed upon your current purpose.

"So I ensure complete obedience by sating certain...indulgences, shall we say," Aizen practically purred, his voice taking on a deeper, rougher edge as you began bobbing in earnest motions against him. "This approach breeds the utmost loyalty with few exceptions, as you can see."

A choked noise, somewhere between horrified grief and visceral disgust, tore itself from Gin's throat at the blatant display. His vision swam, unable to properly process the sight of your mouth thoroughly debased upon Aizen's cock with mindless fervor and submission.

This hollowed, complicit shell could not possibly be the same passionate, caring woman who used to grace his arms every night with gentle kisses and soulful endearments. It simply wasn't possible for your essence to be so thoroughly stripped away, your spirit violated and remade into Aizen's personal plaything like this.

“Why not stay a little longer and observe more closely how thoroughly committed my subordinates are?” There was no missing the naked taunt dripping from Aizen's voice now as he held Gin's gaze pointedly. “Unless this level of required loyalty makes you question your own dedication to our cause moving forward?”

Gin sucked in a ragged breath through his nostrils, vaguely aware of how Aizen watched his painfully twisted reaction through hooded eyes. Of just how broken down and reduced the sight of you in this state left him. No, he couldn't withstand further defilement of your essence on top of everything else.

With intense effort, Gin managed to pull his gaze away from the horrific display. He took a stumbling step backwards, sheer force of will keeping his reeling legs beneath him as he turned towards the exit. Leaving you whimpering around Aizen's cock like a mindless animal seeking satisfaction and approval from its depraved master.

"I believe you've...illustrated your point rather effectively, Aizen-sama," Gin bit out in a voice kept carefully even yet drained of all inflection. "I shall review your plans in more detail and await further instructions."

Aizen's eyes glinted dangerously at Gin's attempt to retreat. With an almost casual flick of his wrist, he gripped your hair tighter, eliciting a muffled whine of discomfort from around his thick shaft.

"I wasn't dismissing you just yet, Gin," he stated coolly, stalling your obedient ministrations by holding you firmly in place. “In fact, I insist that you stay so we can thoroughly explore the full extent of my lover’s commitment.”

Gin felt his stomach twist into fresh knots at the blatant vindictiveness radiating from his former captain. Clearly, Aizen derived perverse satisfaction from exerting such degrading dominance in front of his eyes. Yet he found himself rooted in place once more, unable to simply turn away as Aizen's fingers tightened their grip in your tresses nearly to the point of pain.

"You forget how intimately familiar I am with your...attachments, old friend," Aizen crooned, dark velvet promise dripping from every word. “I know you wouldn’t dare risk anything harmful happening to my dear lover.”

His eyes bored into Gin's, both confirming the threat and basking in your helpless obedience in equal measure. With your mouth effectively trapped around his cock, Aizen thrust his hips upward in a harsh pumping motion - forcing the thick shaft deeper until your eyes watered and you choked out a soft gag.

Gin clenched his fists hard enough for nails to score his palms, unwilling to grant Aizen the satisfaction of seeing him further crumble. He remained frozen, forcing himself to stare straight back as his former captain ruthlessly face-fucked you without the slightest hesitation or reprieve.

"That's it, keep those pretty eyes on me," Aizen growled in what almost sounded like tender encouragement. His thumb traced the hollowed curve of your cheek, feeling the outline of his cock stretching your mouth full. "Let our dear Gin watch how well you service me, beloved."

A few stray tears leaked from the corners of your eyes but you showed no signs of resisting, holding your obedience steady as Aizen plunged in and out with mounting aggression. Gin swallowed hard, feeling lightheaded from the visceral brutality he was being subjected to.

"I could order you to take those skilled little lips and tongue elsewhere, couldn't I, my love?" Aizen's rich timbre had gone low and rough with arousal. He released his grip on your hair to instead grasp your chin in an iron vise, guiding your mouth up and down his length with renewed ferocity. "Perhaps let you pleasure my most loyal soldiers one by one. Let them see how much you truly love serving your new master."

Your answering moan reverberated along the shaft filling your mouth, utterly affirmative even as fresh tears carved glistening tracks over your flushed cheeks. Aizen groaned in what sounded like dark satisfaction, his skin gleaming from exertion.

"Then again," he panted, pumping his hips in short, vicious thrusts that had your throat rippling and eyes rolling back, "that would mean sharing your talents with all those others when I prefer having you all to myself. Don't I, my dear?"

With a rougher growl, Aizen suddenly threw his head back, tendons standing out in sharp relief as his pelvis pistoned up without mercy. Gin stared in helpless numb revulsion as he took what he wanted from you with ruthless, animalistic savagery - choking whimpers and all.

Just when it seemed you might succumb to unconsciousness from the onslaught, Aizen's entire frame went taut as piano wire. His eyes rolled back as his seed tore free in deep, grunting pulses - spilling thick and hot straight down your quivering throat as you frantically swallowed every rope.

Aizen held you pinned, utterly motionless except for the spasms of rapture wracking his form. Not until he visibly shuddered and sagged backwards did his grip relent, allowing you to pull away with a desperate wheeze of air.

The silence that followed rang with all the finality of a guillotine slamming home. Gin felt utterly disassociated from reality as he stared at the vile display - his former captain slumped in satisfied repletion while you shuddered in a crumpled heap, throat no doubt burning from the brutal assault.

Yet through it all, your eyes remained glassy and averted, not a shred of cognition sparking the lifeless husk of obedience Aizen had molded you into. Simply wheezing and waiting for whatever fresh depravities your depraved master had in store with mindless resignation.

Eventually, Aizen shifted and raised one contemptuous eyebrow towards where Gin lingered. His penetrating stare cut straight to the shattered remains of Gin's splintered soul as if he could see every hairline fracture spiderwing outward there.

"Gin." Aizen's voice cut through the weighted silence, smooth as velvet yet laced with steel. "Don't be so eager to flee just yet. Come, have a seat."

He gestured languidly to a chair positioned just before the bed. Gin's gaze followed the motion, taking in how Aizen had shifted to gather you against his chest in a parody of tenderness. One long-fingered hand stroked idly through your disheveled hair as you remained slumped bonelessly against him.

"There, that's better," Aizen murmured, his deep timbre almost soothing if not for the lingering darkness lurking beneath. “My lover seems to have fully exhausted herself in her efforts to reinforce my authority, at least for now.”

He looked down at your lax form, eyes glinting with something akin to fond possession. A stark contrast to the ruthless disregard displayed mere moments ago.

"Isn't that right, beloved?" Aizen crooned, tipping your chin up with deceptive gentleness. “You’ve pleased your lord greatly with such devoted submission. Though I suppose I have my dear Gin to thank for providing such inspiration as well. Isn’t that so, old friend? You certainly had a significant impact upon my lover, though not quite as profoundly as she had on you, it seems."

A tiny, wordless murmur slipped from your parted lips - a faint whimper of mindless affirmation aimed to grant your master's praise. Gin felt something inside him wither at the sound, chest constricting painfully.

Aizen's penetrating stare snapped back towards him then, lips quirking in a small, satisfied smile that somehow made the hair prickle on the back of Gin's neck.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," he insisted with an indolent wave. “I get the sense that no matter how thoroughly I showcase her loyalty tonight, a part of you still clings to nostalgic delusions about your past… relationship, shall we say?”

The words seemed to drip with layered suggestion and taunting as Aizen's larger hand soothed gentle patterns along your back almost absently. Gin remained frozen, nails biting into his palms hard enough to draw blood as he weathered the onslaught of anguish those observations unleashed.

“I find it difficult to comprehend why my embrace of certain…desires stirs such pain within you,” Aizen stated with infuriating mildness. “Unless you desire a more intimate look at the pleasures her completely transformed self can now experience?”

Gin's tongue felt thick and useless in his mouth, unable to formulate any kind of response even if his screaming instincts didn't warn such would be grievously foolish. Aizen seemed to take his mute stillness as inexorable invitation, lips curving higher as he smoothed your hair back from your brow in an entirely disingenuous caress.

“Ah, I can see that you finally understand what’s happening,” he mused with evident satisfaction. "Tell me then, Gin... are you not even a little curious about what making love to this obedient, devoted creature looks like from a different perspective? One where you are not the one performing, but the one watching?"

Gin remained frozen, trapped beneath Aizen's piercing stare as his former captain's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile.

He paused, eyes glittering with dark promise as he seemed to gauge Gin's reaction. When Gin failed to respond, Aizen's smile widened fractionally.

"Surely you must have thought about it while you were making love to her yourself," he continued in that terribly mild tone. "What it would look like for me to take her apart with every bit as much thoroughness and devotion as you once did. How utterly beautiful she would look spread and writhing beneath me, taking my cock with the same eager abandon and unreserved surrender as she did yours. I'm sure the thoughts crossed your mind even when you tried so valiantly to ignore them."

Aizen trailed off, letting the blatant implication hang heavy in the air between them. His fingers carded almost absently through your disheveled tresses as you remained a boneless, glassy-eyed weight against his chest.

Gin swallowed hard, still rendered mute and frozen by the entire depraved situation. Part of him recoiled in visceral disgust at Aizen's suggestion. But another part, one he didn't dare acknowledge even to himself, felt a traitor's spark of dark curiosity and arousal flicker to sickly life at the prospect.

Aizen seemed to read that reaction in the tense lines of Gin's body. His smile remained triumphant, untainted by any remorse or decency as he pulled you nearer in a parody of tenderness.

"Come now, surely you're not going to leave without taking a moment to properly savor her exquisite form," he purred, fingers sliding down to caress the exposed expanse of your chest. Your eyelids fluttered and another faint, wordless moan escaped. "I know you can't have forgotten how responsive she was for you. I'd hate to think that I'm the only one benefiting from these pleasures now."

He cupped your breast, calloused palm stroking in firm motions over the hardened peak. Your breath caught and eyes slid shut, lips parting with a soft, needy whine as Aizen lavished shameless attention upon your sensitized skin.

"It's been a while since I've been able to indulge in a night alone with my lover," he continued with a touch of regret, fingers rolling and plucking insistently at your nipples. "The demands of my position often require me to remain focused and distant. It would be a shame not to capitalize on the rare opportunity to take her apart as slowly and completely as I want, don't you think, Gin?"

His eyes locked onto Gin's, the unspoken challenge clear as day. Yet despite the revulsion clawing its way up Gin's throat, the sick spark of morbid curiosity refused to be smothered.

Aizen's gaze flickered over the warring emotions playing across Gin's face and his smile widened fractionally. One hand continued teasing and tormenting the stiffened peaks of your breasts, making you writhe and pant against his chest. The other reached down to tug your thighs open, revealing the dampened satin of your panties clinging to your flushed folds.

"She's so wet, it's obscene," he practically purred, fingertips tracing the outline of your swollen clit through the soaked fabric. "It must have been a while since I last gave her a proper fucking, and I'm afraid we're both paying the price now."

His fingers continued stroking along your drenched folds, making you keen and shift restlessly as the tension continued winding tighter. Gin remained frozen, eyes riveted on the shameless display and the growing damp patch forming around your panties.

"But we have time enough to remedy that tonight," Aizen said, almost to himself. He leaned down to place a lingering kiss against the hollow of your throat. "I think it's only fitting that you watch, Gin. After all, you were her first, weren't you? So it seems only appropriate for you to bear witness to the extent of her transformation now."

The words sent a sharp pang stabbing straight through Gin's gut. The reminder that you were no longer his, not in the ways that mattered, only deepened the gaping wound inside his chest. He remained frozen, his pulse thundering in his ears and hands trembling.

Aizen seemed to take his lack of movement as a form of consent, for he simply gave a small shrug and shifted. Before Gin could react, his former captain had torn your panties off and flipped you around in his lap so that your back pressed against his bare chest. Your legs draped limply over the outside of his thighs, spreading you open in full view.

"There," he said, satisfaction and hunger ringing clear as he tugged the soaked satin aside to bare your glistening slit. "Is this a familiar sight, Gin? I'm sure she used to let you do all manner of things between these supple thighs."

His fingers slid through the slickened flesh, making you moan and arch in his lap. Gin remained frozen, helplessly captivated by the sight of Aizen's fingers sinking inside you. Of how the thick digits glided in and out, coaxing you further into arousal and need.

"You're so tight, beloved," Aizen murmured, his breath brushing your ear as he pumped in and out. "Perhaps my attention has been required elsewhere lately. It will be a pleasure to remind you of just how generous and attentive your master can be."

With a soft grunt, Aizen suddenly pulled his fingers free. He raised them to his lips, deliberately licking the glistening juices from his skin with slow deliberation. A low groan reverberated from his chest, almost guttural in its intensity.

"I always forget just how good you taste," he rumbled, eyes falling half-lidded. "I could spend hours savoring the sweetness of this cunt, but I'm sure you'll have to excuse me for wanting a more complete appreciation of you right now."

With that, Aizen shifted your limp form again, arranging you so that your back arched against his chest. His large hands grasped your thighs, tugging your knees further apart and baring your dripping pussy to Gin's horrified stare.

"I hope you don't mind sharing, Gin," he practically crooned, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. "She’s so perfect, it would be a shame to deprive the world of the pleasures she has to offer. Don’t you agree?"

Gin remained frozen, torn between nausea and dark fascination at the sight of you splayed before him. Of your head lolling against Aizen's shoulder, lips parted and chest heaving with shallow breaths as your dazed gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.

"It's truly a shame that you didn’t appreciate this gorgeous body fully during your time together," Aizen mused, lips caressing the curve of your throat as he spoke. "If you had, perhaps I wouldn't have needed to take such drastic measures to ensure her absolute devotion. After all, the only reason she's here right now is because she knows her lord needs her to be completely and utterly loyal."

"That's...not true..." The words slipped free without Gin's conscious volition, a desperate attempt to deny the painful reality he was forced to witness.

Aizen merely arched an eyebrow in cool amusement, his eyes glinting dangerously. He slid one hand up your body to grip your chin, holding you immobile as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

"Are you certain?" he asked, voice pitched low and hypnotic. "Or is this the truth you tell yourself because the alternative is simply too painful? Either way, it hardly matters now. Because no matter what lies you try to convince yourself, the truth is that you're here right now."

Aizen's fingers traced down the side of your throat, pausing just above your racing pulse.

"Witnessing this transformation," he continued, the dark promise of every word making the hairs rise on the back of Gin's neck. "This is the reality, no matter how much you would prefer otherwise. So why not enjoy the show? It's not often that I allow others to see such a side of me."

With that, Aizen slid his free hand back between your spread thighs. Gin remained motionless, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of his former captain's long fingers tracing through the soaked folds with deft, practiced motions.

"But you’ve always been special to me, Gin," Aizen mused, almost idly as he rubbed circles around your clit. You writhed and whined, hips bucking instinctively. "I suppose it's only fair to indulge you in return for the entertainment you've provided over the years."

Gin felt his pulse quicken, skin prickling with visceral awareness. He felt strangely removed, like he was witnessing events from the far side of a screen. And yet the arousal curling in his belly couldn't be denied, especially when his eyes lingered on the sight of your hips rolling in helpless response.

He could remember what it felt like to make love to you, the way your body quivered and tightened around him when your pleasure crested. The way you would clutch at his shoulders and moan his name, a sound that never failed to fill him with a rush of tender possessiveness and satisfaction.

Soon enough, his body betrayed him and began responding to the blatant eroticism playing out before him. His cock stirred, blood surging in a sickening rush of warmth. Gin gritted his teeth, shame and self-loathing clawing at his insides even as his cock hardened further.

"I know what you're thinking, Gin." Aizen's dark, velvet baritone cut through the haze, his fingers stroking over your drenched slit with agonizing slowness. "But what's the harm? I can say for certain that you’re the most deserving to see this particular performance. Perhaps you need a reminder of the way your lover responds when she is loved thoroughly and completely?"

He punctuated the taunting question by sinking two fingers into your quivering cunt, pumping in and out in a leisurely rhythm. You moaned and arched against him, your hands sliding up to clutch at his wrists.

"You look beautiful like this, beloved," Aizen rumbled, his voice gone thick with arousal. He turned his head to press his lips against the side of your throat. "Will you let me make love to you now? It's been far too long since I've had the pleasure of feeling your tight little cunt around my cock."

Your answering whine sounded needy and desperate, the words not penetrating your mindless arousal. Still, it seemed to satisfy Aizen as he withdrew his fingers. Instead, he hooked his hands under your knees and lifted them upwards, forcing your legs wider apart.

The obscene display made Gin's throat go dry. His pulse thundered in his ears as his traitorous eyes remained fixated on the sight of Aizen's hard shaft poised and ready between your parted folds. His former captain's gaze flickered over to him then, eyes glinting in dark satisfaction as if he could sense the exact moment Gin's control began to shatter.

"Enjoy the show, Gin," he practically purred, lips curling upward. With a low growl, Aizen thrust his hips forward, spearing his way inside with a single stroke.

Gin flinched at the same time you gasped and arched, head falling back against Aizen's shoulder. He remained frozen, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of you taking his former captain's cock with mindless abandon.

The sight was mesmerizing, a terrible parody of the way Gin had made love to you in the past. And yet there was no mistaking the way you writhed and moaned, the way your thighs tensed and back arched in response to each deep thrust.Gin could almost feel the phantom sensation of you pulsing around him, your body welcoming his own in the familiar dance.

The memories only served to heighten the shameful arousal curling within him. Gin's cock throbbed and hardened, straining painfully against his uniform. Precum beaded from the tip, staining the fabric even as he grit his teeth and tried to ignore the aching heat.

"She feels incredible, doesn't she?" Aizen's rough voice snapped him back to the present. The other man had fallen still, hips flush against yours as he held you pinned with your thighs splayed obscenely. His expression had grown darker, almost wild as his eyes bored into Gin. "I imagine you can still remember what it felt like the last time you were inside her, when her cunt was wrapped around you and begging for release. But that's nothing compared to this."

He punctuated the taunting statement with a sharp thrust that had you gasping and rocking forward. Your chest heaved, flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Your eyes were still dazed and empty, but there was no mistaking the lust and arousal etched into every line of your face.

"I've spent countless nights learning the secrets of this gorgeous body, memorizing every way she loves to be touched," Aizen practically growled. He rolled his hips up, the motion sending a shudder through your frame. "And she has responded to each and every one with the utmost devotion and loyalty."

"Why are you doing this?" Gin finally found the strength to rasp, his throat aching with the effort. "Why do you have to do it in front of me?"

The question had haunted him since his arrival. Aizen's expression shifted then, eyes glinting and a small, smug smile tugging at his lips.

"I told you, didn't I?" he said, his tone infuriatingly mild once more. "I'm simply rewarding the one who has been most deserving. And perhaps reminding you of what could have been, if only you had shown the proper amount of initiative. But it's too late now, and I find that I quite enjoy the fruits of my labor. She's everything I hoped for and more."

Gin's hands clenched into fists at the implications. Something inside him felt raw and frayed, and the longer he lingered, the faster the thread was unraveling. He couldn't escape the memories, the visceral reminder of how perfectly you'd responded to his touch, to his kiss, to his very presence.

It had been different with Aizen. There was no denying that, no matter how hard Gin tried. Whereas you had melted into his embrace and returned his love with every breath, there had been no trace of those old feelings within you whenever Aizen had touched you. Only blank, glassy-eyed acceptance and mindless obedience.

His heart broke wondering what Aizen must’ve done to you to strip you of the emotions and desires that had made you who you were. The ones that had made him fall in love with you, that had inspired such fierce loyalty and devotion from him.

"What did you do to her?"

Aizen seemed to consider him, expression contemplative. The silence stretched and the air grew thick with tension.

"Nothing beyond what was necessary," he said at last, his voice carefully measured. "It was the only way to ensure her complete and total devotion. To make her understand that her master was the one and only thing she should concern herself with. And I can assure you that she has been nothing short of grateful for my efforts. Isn't that right, my love?"

"Yesh… my lord…" Your soft, slurred murmur was nearly inaudible, yet the sound sent a sharp pang through Gin's chest. His breath caught, stomach churning as his eyes flickered back to where your head lolled limply against Aizen's shoulder."whatever you say… jus’ wanna be good for you…"

"Shh, my love," Aizen soothed, his fingers carding gently through your hair. "Be a good girl and come for me, won't you? Show Gin just how beautiful you are when I fuck you properly."

"Please… mhm, anything for my lord..."

You keened and arched, nails digging into his forearms. Aizen groaned, the sound guttural and hungry as he resumed thrusting. His hips slammed into yours in a frenzied pace, making your breasts bounce and breath come out in soft gasps.

The sight was mesmerizing. A visceral, carnal display of dominance and ownership, one that Gin had no business being privy to. And despite the disgust and self-loathing warring in his gut, the heat continued rising. Gin could feel his cock pulsing and straining, a wet patch forming on the front of his uniform as he fought not to come.

He didn't want to watch, didn't want to be turned on by the sight of Aizen fucking your beautiful, naked body. He didn't want to acknowledge the part of himself that craved you, the part that would give anything for the chance to feel you pulsing around him once more.

It didn't help that the memories continued swirling within him, a cruel mockery of the way things had once been. Of the countless times you'd made love with him, your breathless laughter and soft sighs echoing in his ears. Of how perfect and wonderful it had felt to have your warmth wrapped around him, holding him close and safe.

But that was all gone now, nothing more than a painful illusion shattered to pieces by Aizen's cruelty. You were nothing more than a shell of who you had been, and yet there was no mistaking that his heart still ached at the sight of you. Even like this.

Gin felt the telltale tightness coiling in his gut and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to ignore the sensations. His breath came out in harsh pants, and he could feel sweat trickling down the back of his neck. His skin felt flushed and prickling, and every muscle in his body tensed and trembled.

A sharp squeal cut through the air and his eyes flew open. You arched and rocked against Aizen, mouth opening on a silent cry as your eyes screwed shut. Your cunt pulsed and fluttered, and a fragrant liquid sprayed over both of your thighs and Aizen's stomach.

Gin watched, transfixed, as Aizen fucked you through the aftershocks. The liquid continued gushing from your body, splattering and coating both your skin and the sheets beneath. It didn't take long for his former captain to reach his peak, hips stuttering and rhythm growing erratic.

A low, guttural groan tore free from his throat. He pressed deep, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips. Gin could see the base of his shaft pulsing as he released deep inside you, the motions sending a fresh wave of liquid spurting from your abused slit.

Aizen's chest heaved, his expression going slack with pleasure. He gave a few more slow, lazy rolls of his hips before withdrawing completely. His cum leaked and dripped from your swollen folds, and he hummed in satisfaction as he spread you wide for Gin's perusal.

"There, I've given you a thorough demonstration," he said, his voice a deep, husky rumble. "But I'm afraid my dear beloved is far too exhausted to provide you with the same kind of service, so you'll have to excuse us for the night."

With a soft grunt, he lifted you into his arms. Gin remained frozen, his limbs locked in place as the reality of the situation began sinking in. His eyes fell upon your slack, dazed expression, and the pain that sliced through his heart was worse than any wound he'd ever received.

Aizen had taken everything from him. His loyalty, his devotion, and his heart. Even his memories, and the promise of a future with the one person he loved most in the world.

"But… don't worry," Aizen continued, his eyes glinting with a dark promise. "I'll give her plenty of time to recover so you can experience the fruits of my labor for yourself. And when the time comes, I'm sure you'll appreciate just how much more beautiful she is now."

Gin couldn't find the words to respond, couldn't bring himself to speak. His throat felt painfully dry and his tongue heavy.

"After all, there's nothing I wouldn't do for the sake of those closest to me." Aizen paused, eyes burning with an intensity that made Gin's insides freeze. "And the next time I invite you to my bedchambers, you would do well to accept the invitation."

He turned then, cradling your limp form against his bare chest. Gin's eyes fell upon your flushed cheeks and unfocused gaze, his heart squeezing at the sight. It was only then that he became vaguely aware of the damp stain soaking the front of his uniform, the sticky proof of his own shameful arousal.

"Sleep well, Gin."

Aizen's words were a soft, almost hypnotic purr as he crossed the room. Without a backward glance, he left the chamber and disappeared into the corridor, taking the warmth and comfort with him.

[rukiadriedhisrain]

I'm a snake. Cold of flesh and devoid of heart. My tongue flicks back and forth, ever in search of new prey, and if I like what I find, I swallow 'em whole.

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