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my-my-my · 3 days ago

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Hii! I hope you’re doing well! Can I request Aizen spanking his s/o???? I hope you will accept!

MY BREAD AND BUTTER!! It feels like I haven’t written some Aizen smut in a while, so I feel a bit rusty haha.

Summary: You could stare and watch Lieutenant Aizen all day… actually, you have been. You love seeing the duality in the man - his hidden life from the rest of the Fifth Division. Everyone has secrets, even him… and even you, what’s the harm in that?

CW: MDNI! Stalking, dirty talk, spanking, humiliation, masturbation, voyeurism, anal fingering, use of sex toys, exhibitionism. Aizen is not nice in this and Reader is a freak (affectionate).

Word count: 3131

“Lieutenant Aizen is so dreamy,” one of your colleagues wistfully sighed. You could only nod in agreement with her as you quietly observed the man as he headed to Captain Hirako’s office.

“He is, isn’t he?” You replied, as you stared at him with a content look on your face. “He’s so knowledgeable, calm and collected.” You murmured, a soft look on your face.

“And he’s so kind!” Your colleague swooned.

Hmmm maybe not so kind, you thought, but it didn’t matter to you that he wasn’t kind, your feelings for him still remained.

But you couldn’t say that out loud, how would you even know he wasn’t kind? You knew your colleagues would ask questions, and maybe that would get Lieutenant Aizen’s unwanted attention.

No, you would lovingly watch and observe from a distance. No one needed to know you were stalking the man.

In the deepest pit of your mind, you knew what you were doing was wrong… but it wasn’t like Lieutenant Aizen was as kind as he portrayed himself to be.

At first… at first it was just a small crush. You had been accepted to a seated position in the Fifth Division and Lieutenant Aizen was so incredibly kind and thoughtful to you and the new members to the division. His smile, the way his eyes softened, it struck your heart.

But you weren’t the only one. So many members swooned over the man, so you decided you would do what you do best - stalk. It was a shameful habit you had since your academy days, of stalking crushes. But it would end as soon as they found themselves a partner, or something about them put you off.

As you made your way to your own private quarters, you mulled over your thoughts. Well, Lieutenant Aizen was doing certain things that would turn any normal shinigami off… like experimenting on souls in Rukongai.

… but that was also what intrigued you. To see him so cold and calculative would have made any normal person run to the hills, but for you, it cemented your obsession even deeper. What was his plan for all that? What was the small orb he carried around? There was so much about him you didn’t know, but you yearned to know so much. You wanted to be in his mind, to seep into his thoughts and machinations… it drove you to a frenzy.

So much so, you immediately went back to your quarters and touched yourself.

As you entered your small room, you plopped on to your bed, thinking about the Lieutenant once again. You immediately felt up your breasts, squeezing them and your legs together as the familiar pang of pleasure ran through your body. The thought of Lieutenant Aizen’s cold gaze, timbre voice and warm touch, was enough to send you into a crashing orgasm. You panted heavily, before drifting off to sleep.

Unfortunately for you, heavy snowfall landed in Seireitei. You never quite understood the weather patterns in Soul Society, but you knew enough that it mirrored whatever season it was in the World of the Living.

Sighing, you slipped on your winter uniform and gloves as you made your way to the equipment room. Several of you were tasked to shovelling and clearing the snow from the Fifth Division barracks. And to make matters more frustrating, Head Captain Yamamoto was adamant that soldiers were to not to use kido, shikai, bankai, whatever it may be, to remove the snow. Hard work was the only thing to be used.

You grumbled as you picked up your shovel and headed to your designated station. Thankfully for you, it was near an area that Lieutenant Aizen was also manning. He smiled and nodded his head to you as you waved to him, but the two of you remained silent as you shovelled.

What you didn’t account for though, was that it remained incredibly cold, and the shihakusho didn’t provide much coverage for your chest area. You would stop a few times to readjust your uniform to provide some warmth, but as you kept shovelling, it would become futile.

That was, until Lieutenant Aizen walked over to you, calling your name.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice filled with concern as he inspected your trembling figure.

“I’m alright! Just a bit cold” You laughed, bringing your shihakusho closer to you again.

The lieutenant frowned a bit, then, surprising you, he undid his scarf and wrapped it around you.

“Have this.” He said, as he securely wrapped it around your neck. Your cheeks flared hot at the proximity between you two.

“But sir! I can’t - you’ll be cold now.”

Lieutenant Aizen gave you a pat on the head, startling you, “it’s quite alright. While the head captain said we couldn’t use kido and such to clean the snow.” He immediately snapped his fingers and circled his neck, “he didn’t say we couldn’t use it for ourselves.” He smiled gently.

“You’re amazing, Lieutenant Aizen!” You gasped - his mastery in kido was incredibly impressive. You were awed at how he weaved simple spells to keep warmth around him.

Lieutenant Aizen chuckled again, “thank you - with some more training, I’m certain you’ll be able to do this as well.” Earning a deep blush from you. “Let’s get back to work now, shall we?” Giving you another smile.

You nodded your head, as you diligently worked to clean the snow. But your mind was anywhere but focused. You could only think of how much the scarf smelt like him, how soft the material was, and so incredibly warm. In your addled mind, you thought it was as if his arms were around your neck.

It was enough to keep you going though, and before you realized, you had removed all the snow. You were so ecstatic… but you didn’t want to give back the scarf.

You headed toward Lieutenant Aizen, noticing that he was almost finished.

“Lieutenant Aizen, thank you so much for the scarf!” You exclaimed, holding the fabric against yourself, “is it alright if I clean it and give it back to you? I might have sneezed in it.” You lied.

“Of course,” the lieutenant smiled. “I’ll collect it from you another time.” But before he could say more, Captain Hirako’s voice boomed through the courtyard.

“OI SOSUKE” he yelled, “I NEED YA IN MY OFFICE ASAP.” The lieutenant gave you a sheepish smile as he made his wave over.

You immediately returned the shovel and headed back to your room, taking care to remove the scarf. You immediately brought it to your face and inhaled it deeply, taking in the lieutenant’s scent.

“I wonder if he wears cologne?” You murmured. You inspected the scarf carefully, noting the quality of the fabric and yarn used to weave it. You saw a small embroidered piece of silk at the end of it, surprising you. It was from an expensive shop in the fashion district of Rukongai!

Well, you saved up enough money and there was still time in the day to do a bit of light shopping. You gently laid the scarf in a small bookcase with other trinkets you had collected and kept from Lieutenant Aizen, such as the scrap of notes with his instructions for some innocuous task. Or scraps of parchment from his group calligraphy lessons. Little mementos you saved up over time.

But his scent on the scarf was intoxicating. It felt like he was here, that heady scent that made your mind wander to darker thoughts. You immediately stripped yourself of your clothes and laid on top of the bed, touching yourself to the thought of the lieutenant once again.

It had been a few days since you had last seen Lieutenant Aizen in the barracks (but you had watched him doing his experiments and stalking Captain Hirako). It’s not like you could say “hello” to him when he’s crushing souls for that shiny orb of his…

You were disappointed, to say the least. Your schedules didn’t align these past few days, leaving you to sulk and stalk him during his off hours. You knew his schedule, he was off teaching calligraphy at the Academy (which you were not allowed to attend…). Sighing, you slumped in the office you shared with the other seated members. You tried hard to concentrate on the work in front of you, but your mind and soul, would rather watch Lieutenant Aizen instead.

Throughout the day, you were hoping he would come by and greet you all, but no one came. You left the work day despondent and annoyed, until you saw a familiar backside walking in the courtyard.

You immediately flash stepped towards Lieutenant Aizen, “Lieutenant Aizen!” You called out his name.

He gave you a warm smile and greeted you, “I hope everything is alright?” He asked, his eyes looking concerned.

“Oh I’m quite alright, but I have to apologize.” You lied, handing him a brand new scarf. “Unfortunately when I tried to wash your scarf, it ruined the material.” You continued to lie, “so I hope this is a suitable replacement.” You murmured, bowing your head.

“That’s very kind and considerate of you, but you didn’t have to do that.” He remarked, inspecting the new scarf again. He seemed pleased and put it under his arm. “Why don’t you walk with me for a bit,” he casually said, “it’s been a while since we last spoke.”

Your body felt warm, but this was the opportunity you were waiting for, “yes of course! Lead the way.”

You were enthralled by the chance to speak with Lieutenant Aizen one-to-one, and almost privately. You knew what would interest him publicly: calligraphy, books, the library, so you stuck to topics that wouldn’t give you away - even though you were so curious about the orb he had.

You didn’t realize your walk led you to his private quarters. You began to panic at the thought of entering his personal space.

He slid open the door, “I’m enjoying our conversation” he murmured, “why don’t we continue it over some tea?” As he ushered you in.

You were at a loss for words, but nodded your head, heading inside. You took in his quarters - it was sparsely decorated, yet clean and organized. Outwardly you seemed calm and collected, but inwardly you were screaming. You couldn’t believe your luck! This opportunity that you never even dreamed of!

The lieutenant came back with a tray holding two cups of hot tea. You sipped it, savouring the flavour - it was soothing and clean.

“What blend is this, lieutenant? It’s quite good.” You murmured, taking note of what he would share.

“Why? So you could find me there?” Aizen cooly remarked, smirking at you.

You spat out your tea and stared at Aizen, panicking that he realized what you were doing.

You’ve never been caught before… How did he notice you?

“I –”

“I know you still have my scarf.” Aizen said, taking off his glasses. He casually slipped his tea as his sharp eyes stared at you intensely. “I wonder what set you off to make you touch yourself like that.”

“It’s not like that!” You shrieked, but your face felt hot at the thought of him watching you.

“Not like what? Fucking yourself to a scarf?” He questioned you, sarcasm evident in his tone. “I never pegged you to be such a wanton slut.” He coldly remarked, placing his cup on the table. He went around behind you and grabbed your hair, forcing you to face him.

You couldn’t help but whimper and close your thighs. His looks, his voice, his touch… it was too much.

And unfortunately for you, it was something he noticed.

“As an apology…” Aizen murmured, “why don’t you show me what exactly it was you were doing?” Aizen grinned, letting go of your hair, “so I don’t get the wrong impression.”

You knew you could run out of here, but the repercussions would be too much. There was too much to explain.

… and you also didn’t want to leave…

You looked down and silently stripped until you were nude. Your face was flushed when you pulled your underwear down and a trail of your sticky juices followed.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re leaking.” Aizen’s grinned widened, “spread your legs and show me exactly what it was you were doing.”

His words burned in your ears as you nodded your head. You spread your folds and rubbed your clit in circles, before inserting one finger inside. You pumped your finger as your other hand pinched and pulled at your nipples. You never imagined doing this in front of your crush. The embarrassment filled your face and you couldn’t face him, yet the slickness of your cunt and the sounds your fingers made as you pumped your pussy full was obscene.

You reached your orgasm quickly, your juices covering Aizen’s floor. You sat there in your juices, panting, as Aizen stared down at you coldly.

“You made a mess on my floor,” he coldly states. “How are you going to clean it up?” He peered down at you, watching you with a distant look in his eyes.

You felt incredibly shy in the moment, starring at the puddle of your juices. You carefully bent down, on all fours, and like a cat, licked his floor.

Aizen let out a deep laugh, before grabbing your hair and rubbing your face against your mess. He lifted you back up and smirked at the glistening saliva and cum smeared across your face. “Lay on the table, back facing me.” He commanded.

Your pussy throbbed at his voice and without hesitation, you laid on top of his desk.

“Spread your legs.” Aizen said. You noticed, other than your hair, he had not touched you anywhere else.

And you were craving it.

You began to squirm on his table for what felt like ages. He had kept you in the position for who knows how long, as he stood above.

“Don’t look back.” Aizen calmly said, “and stare at the ground.”

You nodded your head, unsure of what was going to happen, until pain hit your ass immediately.

You screamed as Aizen slapped your ass. He smiled to himself seeing his reddened palm prints cover your cheeks.

“Isn’t this what dirty girls deserve?” He questioned, stopping his ministrations. He quickly shoved his hand to your pussy, rubbing his fingers alongside your folds and roughly pushing a finger inside.

“You’re still incredibly wet.” He murmured, tasting yourself on his finger. “I think you might be a masochist.”

You whimpered at the sensation, your eyes spilling with tears from the spanking you received. Yet, obediently, you still didn’t look up or turn around to see him. You stilled your body once you felt Aizen spread your thighs even further. Your eyes went wide as you felt the bulbous head of his cock push against your entrance.

Your hands went immediately behind you from some kind of kido spell, as Aizen pushed himself into you. Aizen hissed at the sensation, then groaned once he was fully sheathed inside you. You were tight and hot for him. He then lifted his hips and slammed back into your body, shaking the table holding you up.

This feels better than when I do it myself you thought, your eyes become bleary as pleasure filled you. Then another shriek came from your lips as Aizen spanked your ass.

“With the way your pussy is clenching around me –“ Aizen huffed, continuing his thrusts, “I’d think you liked being spanked.”

You whined and nodded your head, not realizing your hips were trying to match his pace. The spanking, Aizen’s thick cock and rough pace, made you cum again, amusing him. You bit your lip as your body shook again, another orgasm building inside you.

Until you tensed up at the feeling of his finger brushing against your asshole. Aizen continued to thrust into you but took interest in your puckered hole.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if you fucked your ass,” Aizen said, pulling his hand away to spank you. He then pulled your hair, forcing you to look back at him, “tell me the truth.”

You sobbed at the relentless pace he was putting through your body, “I – no – too “ you shrieked as he fucked you deeper than before, “too scared” you cried out.

Aizen seemed to enjoy that answer, as he pushed a finger into your tight hole, spitting into it to see it mixed with your juices.

The pleasure was too intense, as your eyes rolled. Your body tensed up as another orgasm flowed through your body. You felt your consciousness slip, until Aizen lightly pulled your hair, “stay focused” he cruelly said, “your punishment isn’t over.”

“Yes, sir” you panted, but you couldn’t stay conscious for long, with the last thing you remembered was the sensation of hot liquid covering your sore pussy and ass.

You squirmed uncomfortably as Captain Hirako interviewed you for your annual performance review. Your cheeks were warm, and you felt out of breath, but tried your best to hide it.

“You alright there?” Captain Hirako asked, putting down your appraisal form.

“I’m alright,” you murmured, “just a bit under the weather.” You gave a sheepish smile, “but I should be good to continue.”

“Alright then, won’t be too long now.” Captain Hirako said. You sighed as your pussy, and ass, continued to throb. You held your legs tight as Captain Hirako continued to ask questions. You don’t know how you managed it, but you answered all his questions and he was satisfied with your responses – your position as a seated member remained safe.

As soon as the review was over though, you dashed quickly to where you knew Lieutenant Aizen was. The equipment room, with a “under construction” sign plastered across it.

A few months had passed since that night, and Lieutenant Aizen deemed that you hadn’t adequately been punished for your stalking.

Which is why the bullet vibrator was whirring away deep in your cunt and the butt plug was stuffed in your ass. You immediately went on your knees as Aizen inspected you. You weren’t allowed to touch him without permission – you knew the rules, lest your bottom receive more punishment.

You closed your eyes as Aizen removed your uniform, and without a word, you got into position, spreading your legs and ass apart. Aizen smirked in satisfaction to see both toys in place.

“Good girl,” he praised, “but your punishment isn’t over” giving you a menacing grin as he pulled out a gag.

Your eyes lit up with excitement, why didn’t you out yourself as a stalker sooner?

no thoughts, just horny for Aizen (AGAIN! what else is new lmao) - thanks anon for requesting this, I hope this was to your liking!!

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satsugacafe · 2 days ago

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𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: (1) Can you please write sfw and nsfw headcanons for jugram, yhwach (separately) x fem reader? Thanks ❤️❤️ (2) Hello, how are you? Can I request headcanons (sfw and nsfw) for yhwach? reader being your wife?Thank you so much - @akira-yoshida

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I felt like I took too long to answer this due to the length of time it has been sitting in my asks. Apologies.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: (18+) content, GN!reader in SFW section, fem!reader in NSFW section, breeding, some talks about impregnating, asphyxiation, spanking, rough sex, dom!Yhwach, sub!reader, fingering, power dynamics, possessiveness

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

「 ❤︎ SFW Headcanons ❤︎ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა This man falling in love with you was not on his list of things to conquer in the upcoming thousands of years, but when he did fall in love, he added you to his list. To him, loving you was never a fleeting moment sort of attraction, it was like any other challenge he faced—something he must overcome.

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to Yhwach having you at his side, he ensures that you, most of all, understand the status you hold and how to properly command it. Use it to your benefit and never submit in fear. He wants you to understand that you are his equal—a title he doesn’t take lightly—and demonstrate this to his followers. “You must know your worth when you stand at my side,” he’ll whisper to you.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not forget who you are,” he once told you after someone had the audacity to question your position. “And do not allow others to forget, either.” There was no room for doubt—you were his equal, his other half.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, any romantic gesture from this man is never done lightly, even if it were to be executed in public, before his followers—they know better than to comment. His voice is an octave softer, such as his eyes, but his arms around your waist are anything but gentle, more firm with possessiveness.

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy is barely there. At the same time, he doesn’t want to appear overprotective and the annoying type of lover who watches your every move. There is a level of trust he bestows upon you, so don’t break it. But he can’t help but feel irritated whenever a lower-rank officer stands too close, breathes in your direction, makes you laugh and smile a bit too much, or addresses you without your titles.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wants his empire to see and know, not by only mere whispers, that he has chosen someone to stand at his side in the new world. His kisses and touches are possessive, but not the frightening kind. The ones that are domineering, wanting you to understand that he is yours, and you are his.

˚₊‧꒰ა His decision to be with you was not something to be viewed lightly. He meant to be with you to the very end of all time. There was no backing out or breaking up. It was until death do you part. That’s how he viewed his relationship with you. Whether you married him or not.

˚₊‧꒰ა Marriage to him wasn’t anything of great importance. Everyone already knew you belonged to him, so there wasn’t a need to question whether or not you were his. You. Were. His. However, should you request a wedding because you wanted the experience, it would be quite regal.

˚₊‧꒰ა Banners everywhere, the entire guards in their royal attire, assembled to witness their Empire tie himself to his partner. He will, for once, forgo the tattered cloak, as he waits for you at the altar to speak your vows and exchange rings. Might forgo rings and use the Quincy Cross instead.

˚₊‧꒰ა One minute you’re talking to the officer and the next, the poor Soldat is on their knees, grovelling, under the weight of Yhwach’s reiatsu. He’ll stand at the other end of the room or sit on his throne with a smug expression as he regards the insolent fool who thought for a second that they had a chance. You’re lucky if he doesn’t kill them right before your eyes in a blur.

˚₊‧꒰ა He probably has done so a few times when he was already in a terrible mood and saw some lowly, insolent fool trying their hand. Gone in an instant, while you’re left standing there, horrified, covered in specks of blood. The number of arguments you had with him for getting you messed up…you weren’t even fazed by him killing his men. You were accustomed to it by now.

˚₊‧꒰ა He demands loyalty. It is expected of anyone who enters his army, and you are not spared from his heavily implied demand for loyalty. “You are my equal. One I have not chosen lightly. I expect that you understand the weight this bears and what must be returned,” he states while he holds your chin and lifts your head upwards to meet his crimson eyes.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not mistake my silence for disinterest,” he mutters one evening after you questioned him about his lack of interest in your indulges. He was someone who valued efficiency, not priding himself on the unnecessary, but it changed when you entered the picture. However, he prefers to sit back and observe you in your element as you engage in your enjoyment. “If I did not care, I would not be here.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Very observant when it came to you, to the point that it might become unsettling due to his accuracy. Even before he lost his Almighty, he already had the inclination to what was wrong before you even came to him. And when you were troubled, he rarely spoke, letting you express yourself as you saw fit while he held you closely. A tender, “I am listening,” should you hesitate.

˚₊‧꒰ა In private, his touch withdraws from possessive and domineering to something reverent and tender—he has to opportunity to appreciate you in all your glory. “You feel soft. You feel like mine,” he muttered, lying on his bed, you’re the only person allowed in his room, he’ll hold you close and bask in the tranquillity. Your scent, your softness, your presence, your voice, everything about you.

˚₊‧꒰ა His touch would be slow, deliberate, and never rushed as he traces his fingers over your pulse as if he was memorising the rhythm, grounding himself in the fact that you were real and here with him still.

˚₊‧꒰ა He melts into your touch anytime you run your fingers through his hair, combing and brushing it out after he had a long, tedious day. Um…you’re not going to get through with styling it—that I am absolutely positive on. Help him wash and tidy his hair, keeping him groomed and pristine, and that’s all. Mayhap a single braid to display the true length and fullness of his hair.

˚₊‧꒰ა You did not soften him, nor did you change him. He remained the man he always was—unyielding, pragmatic, a force of nature that could not be swayed. But you gave him something he had not had in millennia: someone to return to.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yhwach was not a man of apologies, nor did he see the point in them. If he wronged you, he would rectify it through actions rather than words. A rare instance of compromise, and unspoken acknowledgement of fault—it was his way of making amends. Of course, this also included gifts and being spoilt.

˚₊‧꒰ა Nothing that ever came from Yhwach was done without meaning. Each gift provided carried a weight of something sentimental and meaningful—never a person to do things half-heartedly. If you received an entire library, he understood you enjoyed reading. If you had an entire wing of the palace dedicated to you, he respected that you appreciated tranquillity and not being bothered. “Tell me what you desire, and I will ensure you are well cared for, engel.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Please do not get injured. He already trusts you when you go out there to participate in recruiting Quincies and fighting other battles, knowing that you are strong and capable of holding your own ground. The last thing he needed to hear was you returning, injured or on the brink of death.

˚₊‧꒰ა The assailant will no longer be permitted to live—that much is understandable. As for you, he will never stop talking about how you got yourself wounded and nearly killed. Deep down, it’s his way of letting you know his concern, though he wouldn’t come outrightly and spill the beans. “Do you have any idea how foolish that was of you! If you had died—”

˚₊‧꒰ა You have to compete with Jugram on who can be more loyal to Yhwach. You also have to deal with Jugram cautiously nitpicking the things you do that he suspects will upset His Majesty, only for you to rub it in his face that you have permission. The bickering between you two is endless, and Yhwach gets a kick out of how you make his right-hand man composure falter.

˚₊‧꒰ა Uses sweet names with you. ‘Schatz, engel, liebchen, geliebter, Kleine,’ and so forth. They will be whispered sweetly into your skin as he holds you closely, shielding you from the world, wishing that you are not taken from him as so many others have in the past.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You are the only person I will ever tolerate,” he admitted once when you questioned why he allowed you to disrupt his calculated life. “The only anomaly I choose not to erase. You are meaningful to me.” It was not the traditional declaration of love one would expect, but from him, it was everything.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he speaks about the future of the empire, he always remembers to include you at his side in his declarations. Wherever he goes, you’re at his side, or a few steps behind him. He will seek your counsel when he requires the voice of someone who understands his ambitions.

˚₊‧꒰ა Values your insight apart from Haschwalth and will request your presence whenever meetings are being held. Speaking of which, his pride surges anytime he stands aside, observing you commanding his men with confidence. Accepting your role as a leader at his side.

˚₊‧꒰ა Like I mentioned, he is possessive and any chance he has to display it, he will not hesitate. One of his best ways to convey this is through kisses. They are rough and possessive—his grip on you tightens and becomes firm, unyielding as he pins you against any surface or to his chest. You’re not allowed to move until he’s finished.

˚₊‧꒰ა Loves to hear you speak about him. Basically glorifying and praising this man gets him turned on and pleased. He loves it (if you hadn’t noticed from the way everyone spoke highly of him). Once again, you’re only competition is Jugram.

「 ❤︎ NSFW Headcanons ❤︎ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა Okay, first and foremost, his cock is massive, thick with a prominent vein running along the underside. The length stretches far past what any normal person could handle comfortably, and the girth is there to ensure that you will feel every inch. He’s not for the faint-hearted.

˚₊‧꒰ა He possesses a dominating aura that naturally demands submission, his presence alone is enough to make you feel utter claim even before he lays a hand on you. Yhwach doesn’t submit and he isn’t, EVER. This man fucked like he was conquering you, like he had to claim you each time he took you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He commanded pleasure as if it was his divine right, orchestrating every cry, every gasp, every trembling orgasm with ruthless precision. He did not tolerate disobedience in bed—if you dared to tease or deny him, he would pin you down, wrench your legs apart, and fuck submission into your very core.

˚₊‧꒰ა He relished bending you to his will, your body trembling, voice hoarse from begging. His favourite thing to you would be having a hand wrapped around your throat, just to remind you of where you belonged and to who. And when he did take you, it would mostly be face-down, ass-up, where you had no choice but to take what he gave.

˚₊‧꒰ა Dirty talking was something he did all the time, but it was mostly done under his possessive streak. His words were always punctuated with, ‘Mine,’ or ‘My,’ anytime he was whispering filth in your ear. Enjoying the way you squeezed him tighter with each word that escaped his lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Look at you, ruined, dripping with my cum. You think you can take another man after this? You’re mine, Kleine (little one).” “You were made to take my cock, weren’t you? Every time I fuck you, you mould around me like you were built for it.” If you dared to argue, he would silence you with a harsh thrust, fucking the words out your throat until all you could do was moan his name.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yhwach isn’t someone who’s sex-craven, so it’s not all the time isn’t interested in indulging. So most of time, you’re the one to rile him up, get him in the mood and all worked up. Tease him under the table during a meeting, be a brat, wear something he’ll lose his mind over, display your confidence and authority, and you will get bent over the table or his throne.

˚₊‧꒰ა Whether he was frustrated or calm, his stamina was unmatched and there was no mercy in his pace. He was relentless—hard, fast, and deep with a rhythm that left no room for anything but pleasure and submission. He reaches deep and makes you feel him all the way in your tummy (you’re gonna have a tummy ache), and with the way he can go for hours, never tiring, you’re becoming an overstimulated, trembling mess.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yhwach never did things half-assed, so when he was going all out, he expected suitable responses. Meaning: moan, cry, whimper, whine, scream, sob, and beg. He wants to hear you sing as he pleasured you, thoroughly. “Just like that, my love. Let me hear you,” he’ll groan in delight as he pushes himself deeper.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a man who loves lingerie, and more the simpler pieces like the satin nightgowns with lace trimmings, perhaps a silk babydoll piece that compliments your figure. That’s not to say he doesn’t have an affinity for the lingerie that contains garter belts, more pieces and whatnot, he’s a simple man when it comes to what turns him on. You could wear anything, and he’s sprung—of course, he does have his preferences.

˚₊‧꒰ა Okay, so it is probably known that he has a HUGE thing for breeding. And for him, it’s done out of claiming you, and ruining you so no one else will ever satisfy you the way he does. Also, he doesn’t believe in making a mess when he’s so generous when it comes to giving you his cum. The least you could do is be stuffed by it.

˚₊‧꒰ა It is his way of marking you as well—the best way. He wants you dripping with a bulge in your belly, and one orgasm was never enough. He will fill you over and over until his cum was stuffed in every crevice. No part of you was going to be left untouched, which meant that if you were into anal, he’ll fill you up there as well and then stand back and watch as his cum dripped out your holes.

˚₊‧꒰ა Very quietly, he’ll reach out to run his fingers over your skin, smiling as you trembled from the sheer intensity of everything, and spread your legs wider so he can have a better view of his cum oozing out. His fingers would dip into the mess as he moved to finger your pussy into another orgasm as if the nth number you had wasn’t enough. He liked the sound of your heat squelching as he fucked his cum into you and into another orgasm.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Look at you, dripping like you still want me to stuff you more. You’d like that, won’t you?” he’ll murmur and tangle his fingers in your hair, forcing you to look at him. “You want more? Ruin this pussy and make it mine?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, with the breeding, Yhwach wouldn’t mind engaging for the sake of you carrying on his legacy, giving him an actual heir made from his flesh, and not just blood only. He would like the idea behind it; however, he tends to use breeding as more possessiveness and marking.

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to other forms of marking you, look forward to him spanking you for all those times you’ve been a brat or just sassed him. Some bite marks would surface on your kiss, followed by hickeys by the dozens. Show them off, he likes it when you do. “Let everyone know who you belonged to. No one would dare question my claim.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ah, how can I forget. He got you a necklace, and or, anklet, so when he’s fucking you with your legs over his shoulders, his name dangles right by his ear. Letting you know who was making you feel so good, and having you cry all over his cock.

˚₊‧꒰ა Not a loud or vocal person, apart from the dirty talking. I don’t know. He doesn’t strike me as the type to moan, something about it makes him feel like he’s losing his control and dominance. Anyway, if you DO want him to moan, on your knees and put that mouth to use, and all that talk about him not moaning would become false.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not mistake the sounds from my throat for a loss of con—” It’s one of the easiest ways to make him lose himself since his control is otherworldly. He can never stay silent for too long, and soft grunts and groans will escape his mouth. Should you point them out, teasing him, he’ll push your head back down to take his cock and shut you up. It’s clear that he doesn’t enjoy being called out—so do it.

˚₊‧꒰ა The reward is promising. A nice session bent over his throne or he makes you ride him until he decides to take over. Something he indulges in quite often—and I’m referring to having you ride him on his throne. Since he’s there for most of the day, he invited you to sit on his lap and make yourself comfortable.

˚₊‧꒰ა He doesn’t rush, or command you, but should you start taunting him, he’ll press you against his chest and bind your wrists behind your back while he thrusts upwards at a blinding speed. Moan and cry out to him, “It’s what you wanted from the start, isn’t it, Kleine? That’s why you came to see me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Other positions he would love to see you in, apart from face-down, ass-up and riding him: against a wall where he can lift your legs off the ground, bent over a table, bed, desk and mating press. He obviously wants all those positions where you’re helpless and he can pin you under or against him, left with no choice but to take his deep and hard thrusts.

˚₊‧꒰ა Something that he enjoys doing is binding your hands and legs with reishi. He’ll scoff if you held up a rope or handcuffs as you request to be tied up and opt for binding yours with reishi. You looked prettier in blue.

˚₊‧꒰ა When you’re at his mercy, all tied up on his bed with lustful eyes, he wants nothing more than to worship and ruin you at the same time. His mouth will devour every inch of you, leaving no part untouched, and in the same way he enjoys when you go down on him, it is returned with equal fervour.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t spend eternity between your legs, preferring for his cock to do that instead, but he’s wickedly good with his mouth and savours the act of your clamping your thighs around his head when the pleasure escalated. Although, he would rather you kept your legs spread nice and wide for him, he wants an obstructive view of the task at hand. You’re not in control, he is.

˚₊‧꒰ა His goal for to have you hypersensitive, wanting a mess all over his face, seeing your trembling, clutching the sheet for dear life and struggling to breathe. He wants to reduce you to the ultimate mess—fuels his ego and makes him want to push you further.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he’s finished, you will be left feeling like jelly, melting into the mattress with no concept of where you are—he’s thorough. Yhwach will keep you close, holding you against his chest, fingers trailing over your sweat-soaked skin, murmuring quiet reminders of who you belonged to, and how well you did. Small, gentle kisses along your skin while his fingers squeezed your muscles, a rare show of affection reserved only for you.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @edensrose @spellboundsuguru @kennys-partner @cookielovesbook-akie

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truelotus · 1 day ago

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If Looks Could Kill — 07

Yandere! Sosuke Aizen x f! reader

warnings: no warnings.

a/n: haha I had fun writing this, I love writing these kinds of parts.

Context: Shinji finds you and your son, informs you that Aizen was sent to muken. A couple of months later, you take yourself and your son to muken so Aizen can meet you both once again.

“Come on darling, You’ve got to do it like this.” You performed a kido spell, trying to show your son how it is properly done.

It has been 115 years ever since the birth of your child, he was born with talent. So training him was easy but lacked the skills of kido, just like you.

He is a strong and tall child, he is around the same age as Toshiro Hitsugaya—you’ve never actually seen him but this is only an example—

He enrolled himself into the Shino Academy to become a soul reaper, of course he was questioned when his classmates found out about his last name from the higher ups. But he only answered that you were his distant relative.

You told him to do so, you did not want to be involved with the soul society any longer after giving birth to your son, you wanted to focus on protecting him and becoming the best mother possible for him. He of course knows your past and just who his father is, he’s made sure to never get noticed by his father since he hates that man, your son never wanted to get close to Sosuke.

You lived in the world in the living with him, in Karakura town. You’ve noticed the presence of your old comrades and you made sure to not cross paths with them. You were too ashamed to talk to them ever again.

You were fully aware of what happened in Karakura town, Sosuke had battled the others recently. You chose to not help, even though you oh so badly wanted to, you did not have the courage to fight alongside the gotei 13.

You just couldn’t go against the man who you love dearly.

knock knock

“Were you expecting someone ma?” Your son said, immediately stopping his movements and you as well stopped. You weren’t expecting anyone, you don’t even have any friends here in the world of the living so you were confused.

“I actually wasn’t expecting anybody.. I’m going to go see who it is.” Your son nodded, you walked away and he followed behind you. He was going to protect you, just in case the person tried to attack you.

Your son was a complete momma’s boy—of course theres a healthy and normal relationship between you two, not those gross mom and son relationships—

“Can I help you?” You opened the door slightly, just enough to see the persons face.

Your eyes widened when you saw the man who you once betrayed in the past, Hirako Shinji.

You tried to close the door as fast as possible, but Shinji blocked the door with his shoe. “Oh come on Y/N, is that really such a way to greet a old friend?” Shinji put his hand on the door, forcing it open.

“S-Shinji..” Your son noticed your uncomfortable stance, so he jumped in, pushing you aside. He put his arm out over you.

“Ma, who is this guy?”

“Ma?”

Shinji had quite a shocked look on his face, this kid not only resembled you but he resembled of that man as well..

“So you’ve got a kid now huh, Y/N?” Shinji pushed your son aside, he stepped closer to your face. Smirking at your timid expression, it’s been a while since he’s last seen you and honestly he didn’t expect for him to find you here. He thought Kisuke was really just pulling his leg when he told you that you lived here.

“And what is this?” Shinji accepted the paper that Kisuke had given to him, he lowered his hat down but he was still able to see his eyes slightly.

“You’ll find the woman you love here, she should be there. She doesn’t leave her home so you should be able to catch her! Tell her I said hello!” Shinji widened his eyes, he didn’t think that you were still alive. He thought Sosuke drove you out and that resulted in you killing yourself or something.

It was stupid of him to believe Kisuke so easily and quickly, but when he was given the opportunity to see you once more; he just couldn’t resist himself. You betrayed him and the others, your captain, his love, everything. But he knew.. deep down that, that was not your character.. that is why he continued to love you after all these years, he still remembers the way you looked at him that night..

“Shinji.. please leave. I don’t want any trouble with you, please just.. go.” You balled your fists, holding back tears. You felt ashamed that you were the one holding back your tears, why were you trying to act the innocent one? You were far from innocent, you were no better than Aizen Sosuke.. so why are you here acting all anxious.

It pained Shinji that you were pushing him away.

He should hate you.

He should be angry with you.

He should have killed you on the spot.

But he just.. couldn’t.

He’s loved you ever since, he knew he could never have you. He knew that with just by the look of your face, the way you looked up to Sosuke, his lieutenant. The way your cheeks turned red when talking to him, how you would fidget when he was around.

He knew he could never have you the same way Sosuke did, How embarrassed he felt. He was jealous of his own lieutenant at the time, his lieutenant was loving the woman he should have loved, he was kissing the lips of the woman he loves, making love to her. It all should have been him.

He could never hate you.

The only person he can truly hate was Aizen Sosuke.

He took everything from him.

He even gave you a child.

A child he did not know he even had.

“You’re so dumb sometimes, Y/N.” You stopped your tears when he said that, you wiped your own tears and tried to clean up the little snot you had with your sleeve.

“I came all this way just to see you, and yet you’re here pushing me away. You ain’t as nice as before I’ll tell ya that!”

You and your son were confused, especially your son. He’s never met this man after all, so it’s only natural that he is completely lost.

“I don’t care what you did in the past, I know it’s not what your soul truly wanted to do. That’s why I ain’t putting a finger on you. I never will and never have.”

He’s right, The last time you and Shinji were together. You two fought each other.. you remember very well that he never tried to attack you, he was defending himself from your attacks.

He never wanted to fight you that night, it pained him that you were still fighting him, just for Sosuke.

“Look, I’m not here to catch up or anything. I’m here to inform you about Aizen.” When hearing the last name of Sosuke, you couldn’t help but feel like something heavy came down on your chest. Were you really prepared for whatever he was going to say next?

Your son walked up to you, he noticed you were afraid. He grabbed your hand, letting you know that he has your back; that everything would be okay.

“He’s been sentenced to muken, I forgot for how long but he’s there now so.”

Shinji turned to leave, he really could not handle this anymore. He came to see you, but he couldn’t face you. He felt ashamed that maybe he could have a chance now, a chance that he could love you.

But judging from your reaction, you were still deeply in love with his ex-lieutenant.

“Shinji, wait.” You put your hand out, grabbing his arm, stopping him from leaving. You wanted to say sorry, sorry for ever betraying him, letting Aizen use him for an experiment. For breaking his trust and love.

“I’m sorry, about everything. I understand if you don’t ever want to forgive me! I’m just.. sorry Shinji.” Your breath was shaky—as well with your words— you looked down even while talking to him.

Shinji had a shocked little look on his face, there was a bit of a silence. Then suddenly, Shinji let out a loud laughter. You looked up slowly, confused on why he was laughing so hard.

“You haven’t changed, I’m glad.”

Sosuke Aizen, sat alone in the cold, dark walls of Muken. The prison that can cage his body, but not his thoughts. It was a place of complete isolation, isolation from the world he once sought to rule over.

The silence was suffocating, he really could do nothing but stay there, alone with his own thoughts. His mind, that is usually sharp and calm, now drifted to places he never thought he would ever think of.

In his solitude, his thoughts returned to one specific part, you. His lover, the woman who was supposed to be the queen of his newly built world. Aizen had very little regrets, but his biggest regret would have to be killing you off.

It was pointless now, he was never going to create that new world, at least not for now. He killed you in respect of your own wishes, but now that means nothing.

He wasn’t ruler of any world, he couldn’t rebuild this world, he was restricted from his power, he didn’t have you by his side. A man is nothing without his woman, that is what he thought, and you were once his woman. Now he’s here, only able to see you in his own thoughts.

He wondered on how things would have been if he never killed you that day, would things have been different? was killing you his whole mistake? is that why is he is prisoned in this wretched place.

The thought gnawed him, the bitterness of abandonment and the ache of loss mixing in together, it was something that not even Aizen could conquer with his great intellect and power. The thought of your warmth, your smile, your loyalty, everything.. was now the only comfort he longed for. The idea of being with you again, felt like a dream he would never be able to reach again.

Just as his thoughts were consuming him once again, the air around him shifted.

The soft sound of footsteps coming closer, followed by another pair of footsteps. His heart clenched, a flicker of hope firing him up.

He blinked his eyes lightly, making sure his vision was clear before seeing the person here before him.

And there, standing right in front of him, was you.

Your presence was unexpected, but oh so real. You stole the breath from his lungs, but then.. he noticed someone else. Someone who he recognized.

He looked at the young boy, then at you. Looking at the resemblance between you two, it was truly amazing.. and most obvious that.. this was your child.

How could he not catch it? He was certain that he remembered your face quite well, it is not like Aizen to make a mistake on a person like this.

“So this.. was your child all along.”

You nodded softly and slowly, your gaze never leaving his. He looked different.. he no longer had his glasses and his hair was slicked back, his eyes, half-lidded. You were a bit ashamed that you thought he looked cute with his new look.

“Our child, all along.” You said with a steady voice, Sosuke’s eyes opened up slightly, he looked at you then at your child once more. This was.. his child?

“I never got to tell you.”

“Our child..”

The words echoed in his head over and over again. He starred at his son’s face for quite some time, his son seemed to be.. angry. He could only assume that his mother told him what Aizen had done to his mother. He respected his son for that, standing up to his own father while knowing what he is capable of.

Aizen never paid attention to his son when he was still a part of the gotei 13, he never needed his son—who he did not know was his son at the time— in his plan, so he ignored him. He was already set with his plan and did not need the use of anybody else.

For once, Aizen felt something other than control. He had always prided himself on his unshakeable composure, but now..

The woman he loves dearly, and the child who he never knew he had, was breaking down the walls he built over himself. He could not describe this feeling, but he did not like it one bit..

“What do you want from me now?” He said with a steady and stern tone.

You stepped forward, while your son followed of course. Your steps were hesitant but sure, “I’m not here to ask you anything, I just wanted to see you, how you were. And your son was quite curious on how’d you react.”

Sosuke’s lips curved upwards, his son was protecting his mother, from him.

Sosuke stood there, his mind was spinning—slightly— he had spent quite some time in this prison of isolation, wrapped with only his thoughts. But now with this new reality standing before him, he was not sure what to do. He desperately wanted to be with you again, he needed you by his side, he wanted to parent his child with you.

But there was one thing Aizen was certain of.

He was no longer alone.

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kenpachissluut69 · 18 hours ago

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do you do requests? cause if so goddamn I love your smaus! I would love to see a face-sitting one with grimmy, shunsui, aizen, kenny and whoever else you feel is right!

First Request!!

Thank you!! I love to hear that🥹🩵 so here is your request with your choosen characters and i added Urahara and Kurotsuchi aswell cause i am a sucker for crazy scientists lol😌

❦asking bleach men to ride their face (smau)❦

warning: smut, explicit content, 18+, facesitting, eating out, squirting, mention of ass eating

featuring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Shunsui Kyoraku, Aizen Sosuke, Kenpachi Zaraki, Kisuke Urahara, Mayuri Kurotsuchi

⋆˚ lunaeanima 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🩵

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euaphora · 9 months ago

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Do you have twt links of the girl ridding the guy and the guy being a moaning mess ???

most are just guided masturbation, hope you enjoy regardless!

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sluttsumu · 1 year ago

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☆ — breeding you

“ohmyfuckingod” you whine.

it’s been hours of him relentlessly pounding you, flipping you from position to position. but you love it, and he does too. watching you love drunk on his cock with hearts in your pupils, it’s adorable.

it’s a cute sight really, your ankles next to his ears while your knees hover over the sheets.

“gonna fill you up,” thrust. “wanna be a mommy?” thrust. “have my babies?” thrust. it was painfully delicious, the way he kissed your cervix so desperate to come inside of you, listening to the way you chant his name over and over.

“want it—! please.” he loves to hear you beg for it, seeing your eyes fixated on his length pumping in and out of you. it’s not long before his moans stutter and thrusts dwindle and he’s spilling a thick load into your pretty pussy, breeding you to your fullest.

“always such a good girl for me.”

☆ — atsumu, bokuto, ichigo, renji, shidou, nagi, geto, choso

sluttsumu 2023

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wxxpingangxls · 11 months ago

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big men with hefty muscles who purposely don't hold you still when you're having sex together - particularly when he's eating you out - purely because he wants you to think you have a chance at escaping his overstimulating grasp. no no no, he wants you to run away. he wants you to run away so he can yank you back to your place by your ankle, before giving you a knowing look. he loves seeing the sudden shock and fear over come your face before it contorts into pleasure once again. and instead of fear coming on your face, you come on his. he truly loves his life and more importantly he loves you.

Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Kishibe, Kenpachi, Shuhei, Shunsui, Reiner, Choso, Sae, anyone else 🤗

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deathc-re · 1 year ago

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your bf who can't control his boner while he watches you work out at the gym. he sees your ponytail swinging on the treadmill and remembers how he was pulling on it just before y'all left.

he sees how your ass clenches while you do your squats and remembers how he loves to grip that flesh, to slap it.

he sees you sitting on a bench, catching your breath, chest heaving and sweat dripping from your forehead. and he remembers that your chest heaves the same way and you sweat the same way after y'all have been going at it for hours but can't seem to get enough of each other.

he fucked you as soon you guys got home after that. after gym musk be damned. all he wanted as to feel you. (yall agreed to go to the gym at separate times after this incident)

yuuji, gojo, bakugo, denki, ichigo, kenpachi, renji, zoro, sanji, kidd, bokuto, daichi + whoever else you'd like

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munybagd · 18 days ago

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NEW POST FROM @munybagd

i am going to fuck him … i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )

whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1

he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2

sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3

( BOUNS )

no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4

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aizenswhore · 1 year ago

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His lap is your throne.

There are things you need to understand. Just like you gradually learn how to walk, when you are a toddler, there are just some small habits you need to learn when you are an adult. He needs you. You need to get this concept into your head. You have to worship him, to let admiration and devotion drip from your eyes and mouth as you walk towards him in that cute like skirt that drives him crazy.

You perfectly know what you do to him and with that comes the depraved hunger of being ruined by him over and over again. Your eyes lock, a demanding glare shimmering in his eyes, as he waits patiently for you to take your seat on your throne. You do, eventually, unbuckling his belt and freeing his bulge from the tight boxers he is wearing underneath.

He reaches his hand up, underneath your skirt, his fingers gliding down your slit as he notes you are not wearing any panties. No words are shared, he grips your hips and allows you to sink down onto his hard shaft. A strained moan leave your lips. No matter how many times you have done it, the sensation is always going to be the same. The stretch, it drives you mad. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, balancing yourself as you finally adjust to the intrusion.

“Welcome back to your throne, baby” he whispers in your ear, as you slowly begin to ride him.

Your moans fill the air, echoes of your skin slapping together making you remember how much you crave him, how deeply you want him to stretch you out like that, and how badly you wish to feel his cum fill you up until it drips down your thighs. Why? Because, after all, you know that his lap is your throne. No one will ever ride him as you do and no one will ever possess your body and soul as he does.

And, as your inner walls clamp down onto him, your head lolling back as a strained moan leave your lips, this much you know: you will ride him until your legs will work.

GETO SUGURU, GOJO SATORU, RYOMEN SUKUNA, AIZEN SOSUKE, GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ, DRACULE MIHAWK, SHANKS, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, NANAMI KENTO, JUGRAM HASCHWALTH, CROCODILE, DOUMA.

credits for the banner: @cafekitsune

main account: @muzansfangs

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euaphoru · 1 year ago

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looking over your guy best friends bulge when he wear gray sweatpants!

typing away at your phone while ranting to your best friend about the guy you met last night who had been rubbing all up on you, you didn’t realize your other one was eavesdropping into the conversation you were having— how could he not when she was on speaker and you were geeking all over.

he shook his head and pushed himself back onto the couch and focused back into his game while letting out a scoff to your earlier comment, what he didn’t pick up on this time was when he was manspreading you accidentally took a double take but quickly looked away and jolted up form your set before thinking anything intimate of your guy best friend since childhood, he looks away from the t.v, waiting for his monitor to come on soon — but all he could think about was the way your hips swayed so effortlessly, the fat of your recoil only making it worse for his boner growing right in his pants.

Before you both know it, the tension between the two of you was so obvious you couldn’t pull back on the urge to rock your hips on his clothed bulge and rubbing against. How bad he wanted to his breathing deepened as he listens to the squelching coming from your cunt. He felt the pain of his cock in need of your walls to squeeze him so tight to the point where it would chop his cock off his body. Although the sound of gaining insane pleasure was also debating.

His throbbing veins felt like popping out from the grip he had on your hips, “keep rolling those hips for me like the cock whore you are..” he smirked, harshly slapping your ass making you jolt up while scratching his biceps, “that hurts so bad, don’t do that to me.”

“I think—s-shit feels so goood!..!” You whine out with a little laugh at the end, making him smile before grabbing at your hair to make a sloppy ponytail. Pulling at it, causing you to hiss when your scalp hurt only for him to ease you down with a passionate kiss on your soft lips.

The sounds of your pussy squelching sent straight to his dick, making him throb. “Can you fuck yourself so more on your cock, pretty girl?” He grunted in between his lips, feeling you pump yourself on his cock like a fleshlight.

“Y-you don’t say…fuck!—, best friends don’t say that to each other!” you cry out to him, tears falling from your eyes down to your cheeks making his cock twitch inside you with your current face, which is now hiding in his neck, “let me see you, don’t hide from me now Y/N.”

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truelotus · 11 hours ago

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BLESS UP THOSE HCS WERE SO GOOD MWAH ILY!! what abt aizen? 🌝🌝

- 🪻anon

a/n: ask and you shall receive!! AND ILYM I’m so glad they were to your liking! I hope this is as well :P

Yandere! Sosuke Aizen x reader

Format : head-canons + scenarios

warnings : none

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Aizen isn’t the type to outright declare his love or act possessive in obvious ways. He’ll subtly weave himself into your mind, ensuring that you are the one falling for him. He might create situations where you are troubled and only he can support you, leaving you more dependent on him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Unlike other men who are yanderes—the ones that become desperate or irrational about things— Aizen remains calm. If someone were to show interest in you, he won’t rage out or anything like that. Instead he will eliminate the person and intentionally make it look like it was out of natural causes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He will buy everything you need, give you everything you want and much more. But he’ll do it with a reason.. If you ever have the desire to leave him he’ll use this to make sure you stay. He’s giving you everything , why are you complaining?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He will manipulate your own mind, he’ll make you think that your very own actions are wrong. He’ll feed you misinformation and subtly gaslight you. He will do this to make sure you depend on him, so eventually you become lost without his guidance and knowledge.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He won’t refrain you from spending time with others, instead he will play the long game. He’ll make you want to spend all your time with him..

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You might think that you can make your own decisions or choices, but every decision or choice you make was planned by him from the start. If you ever try to leave, you’ll find yourself on a path he had already prepared.. one that leads you right back to his arms.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He will make himself an addiction, he will leave his touch lingering onto you, wanting only more of him. He’ll give you that sweet smile of his and whisper something into your ear. He will give you this much affection, just enough to keep you dependent on him but never enough to be fulfilled without him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Aizen will rewire your own thoughts, so that even the idea of being without him feels unbearable. He will forcibly become the center of your world, he will be the reason you even live, and he will do this without you even knowing.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ There’s no need for him to feel jealousy, because he knows that he has already won you over other men. If you ever try to leave, he’ll wait for you. You’ll realize that there is really no other man like him.. then you’ll be crawling back to him. And of course he will accept you back with open arms. He’ll whisper something into your ear like “You strayed from me, but you were always meant to return to me.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He will make you crave his own approval, he won’t show much emotion but when he does, you only crave his approval even more.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He isn’t about force, it’s more about certainty. He makes you feel like staying is the only choice. So much that you never even realize that you were being manipulated.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He’ll give you books, books that subtly align to him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ There are nights where he pulls you closer to his body, fingers brushing through your hair. Whispering into your ear he’ll say, “You belong here”

Scenarios

1 : Aizen will see you getting too close to someone, instead of getting his hands dirty.. he’ll spread false rumors about the person. And once you hear the rumors, you’ll feel betrayal, disgust and saddened by them. You’ll feel this way and you’ll softly cry into Aizen’s arms. He’ll give you a soft and comforting smile and whisper, “It’s painful isn’t it? Being surrounded by those who disappoint you. But don’t worry.. I’m still here.” At that moment, you’ll think that Aizen is the only person you can truly trust and depend on.

2 : If you were ever given a great opportunity, he’ll purposely mess with it. He will make sure you somehow fail. This will make you turn to him, asking for his help.

3 : Aizen will test your loyalty towards him, he’ll make a scenario where you must choose between him and someone else, someone who you love dearly, anyone.

4 : He’ll ask you to stay longer with him—“You’re leaving already?” knowing you have an important mission to complete. The hint of disappointment in his voice makes you want to stay longer with him.

And when you finally agree to stay, he’ll smile to himself. Knowing that you have taken another step deeper into his arms.

5 : You and Aizen will be spending time together, the atmosphere is warm and comforting, the temperature of the tea being perfect. The conversation going effortlessly smooth. You’ll then look at the clock and realize you must leave soon.

As you stand up, getting ready to leave. Aizen will speak in a casual tone, “Stay a little longer.” It was a statement, not a request. But before you could even answer, he’ll lean back, tilting his head lightly.

“Unless.. you’d rather return? I imagine that whatever it is.. is far more interesting than this.”

There was no sarcasm in his voice, but he was not exaggerating either. “Is whatever awaits for you, far more important than this moment? than me?”

And just like that, you’d sit back down. Aizen smiles softly at you while pouring you more tea to your cup.

“I thought so.”

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