#muken aizen x reader

[aizenwife]

Aizen is so hot in the new trailer

I need to see more posts and fics about TYBW Aizen... and that desire is growing every day, he looks so good in this trailer, I still don't understand why so many people underestimate him in this arc. I want to see more fics and news about him, my thirst for Aizen and his images in TYBW is insatiable I'm so glad there are fanfictions about him, and I won't stop talking about it. thanks to those people who message me about posts

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

THE SUCCESSOR 🐙 SOSUKE AIZEN X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 1: IMPREGNATION

🐙 requested by: @muzansfangs Hi, honey! Your event looks absolutely awesome! Here I am submitting a request because you are an amazing writer❤️ Day 1 + Aizen Sosuke + f!reader (impregnation). Take your time, love you!❤️ ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. impregnation. mentions of pregnancy. reader "used" by Aizen to fulfill the need for a successor. 🐙 wc: 637 // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

With his hands around your waist, pressing you against him, he whispers in your ear how much he desires to make you the “bearer of his descendance”

Your back laying on his chest, your legs hanging down his legs; sitting on that sterile “throne”, the king assures a step further on his plans...

Oh, Sosuke Aizen, what do you see in that future of yours? Solitude? Defeat? Why do you need a successor?

Your nape, your hair, rest on Sosuke’s shoulder and neck. Up, his right hand slides; your neck it finds, crushing carotids and jugulars, making you dizzy… out of breath, perhaps even controlling you to go and come from the brink of death. Slap after slap, thighs hitting against your ass. Sweaty surfaces that go up and down, as he drills into you with desperate hips.

“Will you bear my child, dear (Name)?” he asks, coercing you to say yes… in any case, a blurred mind and an almost limp body is unable to say otherwise.

“Y-ye-yes, Aizen-sa-sama” you cry, as he presses your cheeks, so your lips become pouty, and your words come out in an adorably humiliating way.

A sophisticated, tinted in psychopathic, smirk escapes his lips. It makes you tremble, how can someone be so sexy, so soft and yet so scary at the same time? Guess the strongest don’t really need to be violent.. oh, but what definitely holds an almost unbearable violence, are those hip thrusts that wont stop pumping on you.

And your walls, as lustful, as desperate as those thrusts, spasm, milking that man that needs to shut his chocolate eyes closed… see, there is a reason why you were chosen to serve Aizen-sama.

“Aren’t you a little bit needy? Heh” he murmurs, biting ever so softly the lobe of your right ear. The humid words of his hot breath, feels like they are kissing your brain, pulling you down with tingles everywhere.

“Always for you, Aizen-sama” you purr, in heaven, with your inner thighs trembling and your toes a little curled. “I am yours to please, I am yours to be used…”

Sosuke growls; he definitely knows how his you are. But, even though, the moment he listens to those words, his body reacts uncontrollably… So far from the cold, calm, and collected Aizen you know, he bites your neck. His thrusts are even more violent than before, this time you can’t bounce properly as his delicate hands, yet strong and evil, grab you by your waist. He lifts you up, he doesn’t really need you moving… just be a hole for his insatiable hunger this time.

“Shsh, baby…” he murmurs, penetrating you so perfectly. The position, with you lifted and softly bent forward allows the tip of his sex to hardly push your sweet spot. Like an expert, knowing so very well, exactly where to press, he makes you retort with just the violent drill of unstoppable ramming.

It is nearly impossible for you not to come, viciously and aggressively, as suspended in between heaven and hell… well, isn’t it funny how the new king of Hueco Mundo is actually fucking your right now?

“Come on, cum so that I can fill you up very well…” he continues, enjoying the pleasure of your milking walls. “You know you shouldn’t waste a single drop, baby? Would you keep it inside for me? We need to make you very, very pregnant”

You shiver… exactly why, you don’t really know. Is it because of your orgasm taking over? Or is it because you are being entrusted with such a high order from Aizen-sama?

In any case… “Yes, Aizen-sama… make me, really, really pregnant…” “Very good, my beautiful ray of sun… come on, do it with a smile for me… but, please, make sure not to fail”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAh, toxic motherfucker!

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[akashis-waifu]

Excerpt from Beyond God and Evil (Aizen Sōsuke/Female Reader)

Continuation of An Eternity of Mind Games with You

Canon-divergence set months after TBYW. Reader is the new Soul King, so is Aizen if you squint hard enough. Your name is "Hana" for plot-purposes.

Tags: Romantic comedy, fluff and angst, enemies to old married couple, banter as love language, mutual pining, immortality, so good luck with the slow burn, Aizen is a menace but your menace <3

THAT NIGHT, in the Greater Soul King Palace, Aizen can be seen looking for you as you were not in your shared office nor in your personal quarters. He eventually finds you in the tearoom, reading a scroll while leisurely sitting on the tatami mat, near the window.

He stops himself from speaking, simply staring at you from a short distance away. You are already dressed in your usual nightwear — a white yukata so plain that it does not seem to befit a woman of your status. Nonetheless, with the gentle moonlight shining down upon your form and accentuating your regal yet serene features, the soothing breeze swaying your long, ivory strands in languid waves, the sight is incontestably ethereal — the image akin to a goddess in a painting.

Except that you are actually one. In every sense of the word.

After minutes of engrossed reading, you rise to return to the table when you finally notice Aizen standing in the doorway. He saunters towards you and stops in front of the low table, his eyes — that were previously appreciative — instantly narrowing in disdain upon sighting the poorly-written characters on the scattered papers.

“Can you, for the hundredth time, get off my case?” you groan while taking a seat.

He makes no retort and merely picks up your calligraphy brush and a blank paper, demonstrating how to write characters properly before handing the brush back to you.

“Like this. Do it again,” he commands, sounding like a stern teacher dealing with a wayward student. You repeat his strokes but the result is nowhere near satisfactory. You glance at him gingerly.

Although the displeased frown is ever-present on his face, he surprisingly does not insult you and simply sits beside you.

“Again.”

This time, he carefully guides your hand, pressing against your knuckles and fingers as he adjusts your grip. It is arguably an intimate gesture yet both of you pay it no mind, your entire focus on your calligraphy.

Strange enough, when he moves your hand along with his, you are able to write beautiful characters. But when left alone, your penmanship is almost comparable to that of a toddler. Hence, it is probably no exaggeration to claim that your innate inability to write legibly remains to be one of the greatest mysteries in the Three Realms.

Aizen observes your crestfallen expression. A mischievous idea suddenly crosses his mind, causing a smirk to spread across his face.

“Shall we make this more interesting? Every time you fail to write correctly, you will have to do one thing I want.”

You regard him with an look that screams you find his suggestion idiotic. “You must be out of your mind if you think I will ever agree to that.”

He leans closer to you, his grin widening in taunt. “Why? Do you have zero confidence in your own writing skills?”

“Your obvious provocation won't work on me.”

Aizen simply stares at you for a moment before leaning back with feigned nonchalance. “Shame. And here I was thinking of treating you to your favorite restaurant for the next decade should you win.”

Your ears instantly perk up at his offer. “Really?”

He barely stops himself from laughing derisively at your piqued interest. The way you fell for such an obvious bait, like a child who has been promised a treat, was downright pitiful.

“Do you accept the challe—?”

“Wait a minute,” you interject with a hand raised. “But your money technically comes from the Soul King Palace.”

“Which is my palace,” he argues with arms crossed over his chest. “Your point is?”

“It actually belongs to me but since I’m feeling particularly generous right now, I will share it with you,” you start rambling to buy yourself more time to consider his offer. “Anyway, your money is my money. Even if you say that you’ll treat me—”

“Hana. Do you want the unagi or not?”

Your mouth instantly shuts at his question and the way he called your name, sternly but also in a familiar manner. After a long moment of silent contemplation, you surrender with a sigh.

“Fine, but make it a millennium.”

He raises an eyebrow at your bold haggling. “Five decades.”

“Millennium.”

“A century.”

“A millennium, Aizen,” you declare with finality. “I refuse to play your game unless you agree.”

“Alright,” he relents. “I’ll treat you for the next one thousand years if you win.”

However, unbeknownst to you, the game is but a scheme, as per usual, to make you spend more time with him in the next decade — which you unknowingly extended to a millennium. Aizen smiles to himself, beyond pleased to witness you digging your own grave.

“Then, let the challenge begin.”

After handing you the brush and paper, he gives you the first character to write. You have never been so focused in your life as you are determined to win at all costs. However—

“Huh?” you mutter in disbelief as you stare at your own disastrous handwriting.

Aizen smirks, having seen your failure coming from a mile away. He already has an order in mind but feigns uncertainty to prolong your agony. His index finger drums the table, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmm, shame. What should I make you do now?”

You watch him with narrowed eyes, already well-acquainted with his antics. “Stop beating around the bush and say it already.”

“How about this?” he deliberately pauses for dramatic effect. “I want you to say ‘All hail Lord Aizen, the new Soul King of the Three Realms’ ten times.”

A deafening silence falls upon the room as you meet his taunting gaze with a bemused expression. When he shows no indication of changing his command, you unwillingly surrender but not without a catch.

“All hail Lord Aizen, the self-proclaimed new Soul King of the Three Realms,” you deadpan.

Obviously, Aizen is far from impressed. “If you refuse to adhere to the terms, you will not get that unagi even if you win.”

With your beloved meal held hostage, you grit your teeth in annoyance and reluctantly heed his order. The grimace on your face worsens as you watch his shit-eating grin widen with every repetition you make, his head nodding with purposeful slowness to further grate your nerves.

Once you’re finished, he praises you with a sarcastic applause. “Well done, Hana. I never knew you appreciated me that much.”

You hiss under your breath and impatiently pick up the brush, glaring down at the empty paper, determined to win the next challenge. However—

As Aizen has predicted, you still fail at your second attempt. And miserably at that.

Slamming your hands down onto the table, you stare at the paper with profound disbelief, eyeing the barely decipherable scribbles as if wanting to wipe them from existence. How is it even possible to be that bad at something that was supposedly easy to do?

At the realization that you lost to him again, you look down, refusing to meet his gaze due to humiliation.

Aizen only sighs before shaking his head in mock disappointment. “I’m starting to think that you’re losing on purpose so I can get to order you around.”

“Please shut your mouth and just get on with it,” you beseech almost pathetically.

Thus, without further ado, he declares:

“You have to sit in my lap for the rest of your calligraphy practice.”

[arcvlies]

aizen was a nosy man. he had always been and it never bothered you. ever since you two began dating aizen had always found a way to find out what ever secrets you had. but, today he was extremely nosy.

you had gone out to get a cake since you were craving some good ass red velvet cake. but, this cake you had gotten wasn't soooo normal. it had a very vulgar statement on it.

''nice cock.''

now it isn't that vulgar but you gained a weird look from the woman who prepared and wrote that on the cake. but like always you hadn't given a shit about anyone else. it was for aizen, and luckily it the boxed was close off. no peaks!

yet, nosy aizen as soon as you got home asked 100 million questions about the cake. ''what flavor?'' ''why'd you get it?'' ''is it for me? my birthday isn't for a while and neither is yours.''

just stupid questions about the cake and the only thing you responded with was, ''it's for later. after dinner!'' eventually after minutes of questions and the same answer he would retreat and leave it alone.

until came the specially reserved dessert time.

aizen standing over the concealed cake thinking about what it could be. he knew better than to open anything of yours no matter how badly he wanted to.

atlast, you opened the white box to reveal a white cake, with flower decorations, white lines, and more. he read the words under his breathe. ''nice cock..'' he chuckled about it rubbing his head with two fingers.

''i don't get it? really i don't sweetheart.'' he furrowed his brows confused on why you got it. ''i don't know, thought it'd be funny and i was craving cake.''

''so- real question is.'' aizen crosses his arms over his chest looking down at you. he took a second to eventually get out what he wanted to say. ''do i have a nice cock?''

“fuckkk— daddy is giving you a real treat with this nice cock.” the heat inside you building up as his thick cock continues to punish your cervix sending waves of pleasure through you.

one of his hands are cupping your ass, giving little yet large squeezes as his other hand digs into your hip. his fingernails dragging scratches into your delicate skin. this felt degrading yet exciting.

your loud moans only makes his smirk get larger. his ''ass hand'' moving from your ass to your hips to dig into your cervix more. it was like it was trying to reach your good spot, which he already met.

“yes! y/n- sweetheart keep moaning you slut.” he groans, quicking his pace. your eyes flutter as you notice the change of aizen's expression. now, he eyes soften and his groans slowed like he was going to cum.

“mhmm! aizen! right there pleaseeeee..” tears of frustration and pleasure begin flowing out your pretty lil eyes and onto the already wet sheets. the white sheets were wet from tears, sweat, and other fluids.

aizen buries his head into your shoulder, forcing his pearly whites into your delicate flesh causing blood to draw. his thrusts began getting softer but with more power. your hands begin wrapping around your boyfriends underarm just so your able to keep yourself steady.

finally, aizen unreleases inside of you. your walls squeezing him not letting a inch of his cock inside of you go untouched. “mphm- i've gotcha..” his cock twitches inside of you as your gummy walls tighten around him milking every last drop from him.

“fuckin' hell- your so pretty y/n. i love you so fuckin much.” his hands intertwine with your smaller ones, his hips slowed and his panting grew heaviver.

[onyxino]

Break Me Down

Lieutenant!Muken!Aizen x Captain!Reader

WC: 3.8k

CW: Creampie, riding, soft sex, Oral (M&F receiving), Virginity loss (M). Slight Dom and Sub dynamic. Touched Starved Aizen. lil OOC/soft Aizen. If there is anything else lemme know &lt;3

I'm always of two minds on Aizen's sexual experience, on one hand he gives off the aura of 'THIS GUY FUCKS' but on the other hand I really don't think he would have the time or desire due to being more concentrated on his plans. So today I decided to play with the idea of Aizen having little to no sexual experience. Hope you enjoy! Prolly grammar and spelling mistakes but idc I'm human and yall just read for the fucking so .

this is just a conjuring of my delulu mind

You couldn’t believe it when they exonerated him.

You couldn’t believe it when Kisuke found a way to remove the Hougyoku from his chest without killing him.

You couldn’t believe it when they simply just placed him in your squad. With the head captain's only statement on the matter being “Captain (Name) can handle him if he gets out of control.”

Then you really really couldn’t believe it when you appointed him to be your lieutenant.

He had really proven himself to you, he seemed remorseful for his actions. He no longer wished for the fall of the soul society he wanted quite the opposite actually, he seemed to have been changing right before your very eyes.

At first even though you treated him with the same respect as you did your other subordinates but you limited your contact with him to just bare minimum, the stigma around him was just too strong.

Then one day you caught him sitting on his own underneath a shady tree and decided to join him, he looked so lonely and in a weird way you felt sadness for him.

The way his face twisted up in shock at your presence sealed in all of your assumptions. He wasn’t used to someone just willingly being in his company, he wasn’t used to human interaction at all.

As time passed you joined him under that tree any chance you could. You took your time and actually had meaningful conversations with him. You learned that you two enjoyed a lot of the same things. That’s when you decided that he would make a splendid lieutenant for you.

Aizen declined the offer at first stating that he hadn't had a real chance to earn your trust yet but you insisted and he relented.

That led you to now both of you sitting in your personal quarters on the floor looking and digging through old files looking for a specific report that would aid squad 12 in some research they were conducting.

You sighed and pinched your bridge. It was near midnight at this point and your eyes were starting to betray you, lids becoming heavier each time you blinked.

Aizen also felt the fatigue setting in, since returning to his shinigami state he realized how easily it was to become exhausted.

“Welp Lieutenant of mine, I really don't know if we have a shot at finding this report for them!” You said a yawn forming as you stretched your arms into the air.

“Agreed, my head is starting to hurt.” Aizen replied, running a hand over his partially covered face. It's true the headaches that have been coming and going since returning to his shinigami state had been killer. One of the many, many side effects his body had been enduring over the course of the last year or so.

“Oh damn, another headache again, Sosuke?” You ask worry etching its way to your face.

“Yes, unfortunately. Urahara said that they will lessen in time though.” You nod your head at his reply before slowly standing up.

“Would you like some tea then? I have chamomile, which works wonderfully for headaches.” You offer walking over to your kitchenette 

“Yes captain, please.” Sosuke had taken this moment to let his composure falter while your back was turned. Slouching forward he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Having put the electric kettle on to heat making note that the timer would go off in 10 minutes and the kettle would shut off. Swearing to yourself that you wouldn’t forget about it this time you turn and you catch your eyepatched subordinate in this state. 

You felt your heart lurch a little for him “Do you want me to try something that my mom always did for me when I got bad headaches?” you asked, retaking your seat in front of him.

He opened his eye a little and nodded, “I’m willing to try just about anything at this point.” 

You nodded back at him and scooted a little bit closer just within arms length, you took note of how he flinched slightly at your movement “It involves me touching your head, if that's okay?”

All he did was a nod and you slowly reached your arms forward, slotting your digits into the brunette’s hair. He shuddered slightly at the contact, you massage his scalp digging your nails in ever so slightly.

Sosuke seemed to be enjoying it and it seemed to be alleviating some of the discomfort. You frowned slightly at the strap of the eyepatch getting in the way, your nimble fingers went for its buckle at the back of his head.

“Wait!” Sosuke almost yelped as his hands wrapped around your wrists stopping you in your tracks.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action, “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” panic ran through you. You have never been able to get this close to him, the thought of crossing a boundary and having him regress on you made you feel ill.

“N-No, it’s just some parts of me are still- My eye it’s still discolored.” He explained quietly, still having your wrists in his hold.

“Sosuke.” The way his name slipped off your tongue in such a sweet fashion had him slightly shivering “It’s okay, I just wanna be able to message your head better, can I please take it off? I won’t judge you, I’m your captain, this is a safe space.”

He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding “Very well.”

You smiled at him and he swore the heart he insisted he never had stopped.

You slowly remove the eyepatch from his head and let it fall to the ground, you then return to lightly massaging his scalp.

You were right, he thought, this does feel a whole lot better.

Keeping his eyes closed he leaned into your touch more and let himself get lost in the feeling of your hands combing through his hair.

Then he whimpered,

You paused and his eyes shot open in disbelief. 

It was a small one but it was unmistakable, Sosuke Aizen just whimpered and you were the one who pulled it from him.

“I-”

“Wow, you really are touch starved aren’t you?” You ask a sympathetic look gracing your features, you dug your nails in just slightly harder. Testing the waters.

This had him inhaling a sharp breath “N-Never been touched like this.”

“I can tell, do you want me to keep going?” You ask cocking your head to the side.

“Yes, keep going but I need you closer.” Before even registering what he had said you felt a soft but strong grip on your hips pulling you into his lap. He lifted you like you were made of nothing.

You found yourself straddling his lap, chests smooshed together and faces dangerously close, It was your turn to take in a sharp breath. A hot feeling coursing its way throughout your body.

You can’t remember who did it first but in a fraction of a second your lips were connected, Aizen’s hands running up and down your sides. He was already a whimpering whiny mess in your arms, just from kissing you. He felt like he was going to explode when you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.

It was sloppy, but it was passionate. He craved more, he never experienced wanting like this. Wanting another person. His hands further their exploration sliding their way up to your chest squeezing breasts roughly, you moaned into his mouth and it only fueled the fire, sending blood straight to his hardening cock.

You both parted from the intense makeout session with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Heavy breathing just staring into each others eyes, taking this time to admire his slightly fucked out features.

Man, if this has him fucked out just imagine what sex would do to him you thought. 

Thinking of having him in such a state had heat pooling in your core, without thinking you slowly grind your hips into his. 

He yelped at the friction “(name)” he pleaded, and you did it again.

“D-do you wanna keep going?” You sheepishly ask burying your face into his neck placing soft kisses along the sensitive flesh leading up to his jaw line.

“I’ve never-”

He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, you understood completely. You pulled away from his neck and gave him a soft smile. “I can lead. I want you, Sosuke.” your hands rubbed up and down his shoulders in a comforting motion.

He sucked in a jagged breath “Please.”

“Please what, Sosuke? Use your words.” 

“Please, fuck me.” He panted, gripping your hips and pulling your clothed cores closer to each other in a desperate attempt to gain friction.

You placed a soft kiss to his lips before standing from him, he looked confused and almost sad at the loss of contact you couldn’t help but giggle at him. Sticking your hand out, he grabbed it and you led him over to the futon before gently pushing him down on it.

His breathing picked up once again as you kneeled over him. “Relax, at any time you wanna stop, just tell me and we will.”

He nodded in understanding at this and licked his lips as he watched you go for the knot tied in front of your shinigami uniform. Suddenly a surge of urgency ran through his body as he shot up and stopped your hands from continuing their action.

Your eyes shot up to him, worry spread throughout your body, had he changed his mind all of a sudden? Was something wrong?

“I want to undress you.” This statement sent a rush of liquid into your already damp panties.

You pulled your hands away from the semi untied knot of your uniform and allowed his hands to take their place. He was slow and gentle with it as you pulled the knot loose and went to work on your top. The way his face gained a new shade of red as he exposed your bare chest to himself had you breathing heavily.

He wasted no time exploring the new territory, the way your breasts fit perfectly into his hands had him in awe. He was a fast learner too, as to be expected he picked up quickly on what made those little noises he’d come to like so much fall from your mouth.

He noticed how sensitive your nipples were and little flicks and taps turned into rough pinches and pulls. “F-fuck, Sosuke. That’s so good.” You mewled as his lips attached to your right nipple and his hand continued to assault the left one.

Slotting your hands into his hair you slowly pulled him away from your chest, “I need you here though.” guiding his hands down to your bottoms, he picked up on exactly what you needed and he was quick to remove the rest of your clothing.

The sight before him was like no other, you laid out legs spread open for him. He may have been a virgin but he knew exactly where women liked to be touched. It took him no time to locate your bundle of nerves rubbing slow and soft circles against it.

“Can I taste you?” The request sent shivers down your spine.

“Only if I get to return the favor.” You said cheekily as you combed your fingers through his dark brown hair.

He swiftly lowered himself between your legs and applied a rough suck to your clit, the action caused a guttural moan to leave your lips. The hand in his hair tugging lightly was now gripping it aggressively pulling his face into your heat. Your other arm laid itself across your eyes unable to contain your embarrassment at your noises and sounds.

This did not go unnoticed by Aizen who detached his mouth from your heat and leaned up to remove your arm from your eyes “Don’t, I want you to look at me, if you look away or close your eyes I will stop.”  

You took in a sharp breath at this, this was the first showing of his dominance you have seen through this entire ordeal. You said you would lead but it was short lived once Aizen got the hang of this particular task. He needed your eye contact, he needed you to see him making you feel this good. You needed to know it was him and only him who could do this to you.

You maintained eye contact as he lapped and sucked at your clit, you gasped lightly as the intrusion of a long slender finger into your walls “Sosuke!” You cried as his finger curled up and he began to softly move it in and out of you.

“More a-and faster, please.” You pleaded, these pleas did not fall on deaf ears.

Aizen then added another finger and increased his speed, drinking up your arousal while listening to the sweet noises that tumbled from your shaky lips. It was a new form of heaven for him.

“S-sosuke- I’m really, really close.” You mewl pulling his face into your cunt, he increased his speed just a little bit more and sucked just a little bit harder on your clit but it was enough to send you falling over the edge. The sound of his name broken and falling from your lips had him grind into the futon below it was a high he knew he’d soon be addicted to.

Your breaths soon steadied as Aizen lifted himself over top of you taking in your form, your eyes met his and you gave him the sweetest smile he thought he’d ever seen, it filled his chest with warmth. “Thank you, that was so good, but now it's your turn.”

The warmth in his chest rose to his cheeks as you flipped your bodies in an instant demonstrating your strength just as he had earlier. Now you were sat on top of him grinding your naked core against his clothed one, the repeated action provided some friction but not enough and it was frustrating to him but not as frustrating as the moment you ceased all movement and removed yourself from his body.

His mouth hung open and he looked at you in disbelief “Don’t look at me like that, lieutenant. I have to undress you too don’t I?”

The realization hit him and had him slightly embarrassed, the pink dusting his cheeks turning a darker shade. Your hands went to the knot in the front of his uniform and with a simple tug it came undone, you decided to tease him with this and keep your movements slow. Aizen felt as if he was burning from the inside out.

He sat up slightly so that you could pull the top portion of his shinigami uniform off. You gasped slightly at the sight before you, he was absolutely gorgeous, like the gods chiseled his body by hand. 

Too Aizen, though your gasp was one of disgust, adorned on his chest was not only the scars from the seals piercing him but also the scar left from the Hougyoku’s removal procedure. He turned his head away from your gaze fearing the worst from your silence.

“Sosuke, your body is gorgeous.” You said in awe as the tips of your fingers grazed the scars upon his chest, he shuddered at the contact.

He returned his gaze to you eyes widened slightly at the compliment. You? Find him? Gorgeous? He was pulled from his thoughts by you applying just a little bit more pressure to the center of his chest with the tips of your fingers causing him to wince slightly. This did not go unnoticed by you “Did it hurt?”

He gazed at you trying to understand the context of your question. Did what hurt? The seals piercing my chest for what felt like ions? Or the surgery that I was mostly awake for that had me feeling as if my soul was being sucked from my body? He pondered.

“Yes, it hurt. All of it hurt.” He muttered quietly.

A somber look etched its way to your features “I’m sorry, love.” leaning down you pressed your cool lips touched the scar in the center of his chest and it felt like fire had begun to run its way through his veins once more.

Lastly you began working on his bottoms, once ridding him of the garment he was fully bare in front of you. Hungry cock springing free, your eyes widened at the impressive length of his manhood. Your mouth began to salivate at the thought of trying to take all of him down your throat.

Softly wrapping your fingers around the shaft you gave him a few strokes as you settled in between his legs. A strangled groan escaped Aizen’s lips, he thought he would cum from just the contact alone. You giggled at his reaction, the noises he made had your clit throbbing and your hole clenching around nothing.

Licking from the base to the tip you wrap your lips around his head and slid him into your mouth as far as you could take him. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t reach and you began to bob your head up and down hollowing your cheeks.

The pleasure was almost unbearable for Aizen, his hands found purchase in your hair swooping it back into a makeshift ponytail. He was finding it very hard to control himself, he eagerly wanted to thrust into your mouth and face fuck you until you were gagging, the thought of that had him on the brink of orgasm.

He was getting close, way too close. “Captain (Name), if you keep going like that I’m not gonna last.” the words left his mouth broken moans in between each word and you could have sworn you heard his voice crack.

You lifted your mouth from him with a obscene ‘pop’, “Fuck.” the curse fell out of his mouth as a hiss. 

Wiping your mouth on your arm you settled on top of him, running your folds against his shaft, fingers digging into his shoulders every time his tip bumped into your clit. Aizen’s grip was ironclad on your hips helping you drag them back and forth on his member.

“I need to be inside you.” He pleaded his nails leaving crescent shaped marks into your skin that will no doubt be bruised come morning.

Listening to his pleas, you lifted yourself up and aligned him with your entrance, sinking yourself down just enough to have his tip buried in you. A throaty gasp left Aizen’s lips, silently praising and cursing you in the same thought. 

“You’re gonna drag this out aren’t you, little minx.” He accused, head thrown back in pleasure.

You couldn’t hide the smirk playing on your lips, you had to tease him just a little “You can take it.”

In one swift motion you let yourself completely sink down on to his cock. You knocked your head back, eyes rolling ever so slightly at the delicious stretch of his girth. You couldn’t help but clamp down around him as you adjusted to his size.

“You’re so tight.” He hissed, eyes glued shut focused on not coming to an end just from being sheathed inside you.

You rolled your hips just a little and the moan that fell from his lips was obscene. You slowly bounced yourself on his cock it was like torture for the man below you, he was getting very impatient. He bucked his hips rough up into you cause your rhythm to falter “Faster, please- I”

You silenced his pleas by giving him exactly what he wanted. You picked up the pace and he met you halfway as he thrusted up into you, cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

He couldn’t contain the whimpers and pants rolling off his tongue. He looks so fucked out and on the edge. A particularly hard thrust from Aizen brought you out of your thoughts back into reality.

His hands slid from your waist to your thighs, groping them and gripping them hard, those will also undoubtedly become bruises come sunrise.

 “F-fuck, Sosuke. You’re doing so good, fucking me so good.” you whine tossing your head back and raking your nails down his chest leaving little red lines behind.

All he could muster in response was obscene moans and whiny breaths. You take a moment to drink in his image, he is beyond fucked out. His hair everywhere, his mouth a gape and there is a little bit of drool that slid from the corner of his mouth to the pillow below

You make note of this to tease him about later.  

You bite your lip hard at the sight, feeling that knot in your lower abdomen tighten up. You were getting close, really close and he was too. You walls clench around him when he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing slow circles.

“Tell me- Tell me where-” you already knew what he was getting at and you took no time with your answer.

“Inside please- need to feel it.” The thought of him cumming in you made your head spin and sent you flying off the edge. Walls squeezing against him repeatedly and the way his name fell off your tongue was pure sin.

His name sounding so debauched coming from your lips sent him over the edge with you, a rush of warmth spread through your core. You slowly rocked your hips against his working him through his orgasm, and milking his cock dry.

Taking note of each breathy whine that left his lips when your hips rocked forward.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer you laid atop his chest trying to regain your breath. His hands rub gently up and down your sides. You tilt your head upwards hoping to lock eyes with him but you are met with his eyes shut, a peaceful look etched into his features,

You admired him for a minute and a smile slowly curled on your lips as you drank him in.

“What are you smiling at?” He quipped, opening an eye to stare down at you, you would be lying if you said you didn’t jump a little bit slightly embarrassed. Just how long had he known you’d been staring?

“Oh nothing, nothing at all.” You say lifting yourself up and off him.

The sudden movement and disconnection of your conjoined bodies made a small barely audible whimper leave his lips. This did not go unnoticed by you, again you make a mental note of this to tease him about later.

“Stay here tonight, we can talk more in the morning.” You suggested as you snuggled yourself into his side.

He only nodded at the statement silently agreeing with you. He watched as your features slowly relaxed and your breathing mellowed out as sleep took you into its grasp. A sense of peace washed over him as his eyes wandered over your sleeping form.

What in the hell are you doing to me, woman.

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Imprison (Muken! Sosuke Aizen x Reader)

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Everything was so overwhelming for the both of you. You weren't expecting to be in this situation, and Aizen seductively biting your neck. It was simple, you don't come while he teases you.  here

It was a game that you two always played but this time it was more serious. You leaned  your head back, trying to focus on something else as Aizen grazed his black, gloved hands over your sensitive cavern. He didn't look amused, but you could tell that there was a hint of something in his eye as he watched you submit to him with each rub.  "H-how did you get loose?" You managed to squeak out, whimpering as he abused your clit, thumbing it in circles. You almost regret teasing him all those times when you visited him.  "Did I say you could speak? " His voice was demanding, slowing the pace of his rubbing to further edge you. "N-no..." You whimpered out, you looked pathetic and that was what Aizen loved about seeing you like this. He could do anything to you, he had the power to physically and mentally break you even in Muken. He took his other hand, using his thumb to rub your erected nipple,  now teasing both of your sensitive areas. This  was pure  torture to you  and his constant rubbing was becoming more unbearable as your orgasm grew. Biting your lip, you squint your eyes  shut, moaning out with pure pleasure and pain. "It looks like you're about to come." He gradually slowed his pace down at  agonizing speed, watching your face twist with agony. It was erotic for the both of you, and it was almost too tempting to take you right then and there. Unfortunately, you have to learn your lesson. His pace was still agonizingly slow until he completely stopped rubbing you, the cold air of the prison touching your warm, wet cavern made you throb. You gasped, visibly frustrated that he abruptly seized his addictive touch. "Apologize." He was serious and it almost frightening. You swallowed, eyes widened with pure shock. "I'm sorry!" He shook his head, "That won't do." His hand slowly rubbed your cavern, this time hitting your g-spot and your clit.  "Apologize properly and with respect. " your mind was on overdrive, and right now all you want to do is come. "I apologize for teasing you all these months." You sounded miserable but also sincere. Aizen watched you, hitting your g -spot at an agonizing speed, clearly in thought. Luckily the apology was good enough for Aizen. "Good, but you are not allowed to come."He began to speed up his movements, going harder and deeper into you, the ache in your lower region drastically grew as he fingered you rough and hard. He was ruthless but  it made things more fun when he got like this. You knew teasing him all these times would eventually get to him, but it was worth it. "Beg." Aizen stated, he looked unamused by your pathetic display but if you look close enough you could see he was thoroughly enjoying the view below him. " B-but.. " You cried out, you want to come so badly. "You aren't allowed to come until I say so. If you come before I say, then  I will make you regret it." He was so cold, ruthless, but it made everything sexier. Your toes curled as you leaned your head back, holding in everything as he kept torturing you. "Please let me come! Please!..please...! please..!" You were crying at this point, but that didn't stop Aizen for letting you come.  He stood up,  watching you squirm below him. 

"W-what?" You couldn't believe that he stopped again, you continued to cry   as he licked your juice off of his hand, even with one eye covered his stare was so attractive. 

Suddenly, he turned around, making his way back to to his chair without saying another word. You sobbed loudly, realizing what was happening. 

" Times up, next time you will think before teasing and defying me again. " With that, all the keys were locked and he bound once again, you watched in horror as everything went into back into place. 

He knew exactly your place in this relationship and so did you. Even when he was trapped in this forsaken prison.

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Hi, how are you doing?

Can you do Captain Aizen x Lieutenant fem reader like the enemy to lover about Aizen always hate fem reader because she can understand Aizen (She knows what going on and this plan) until he slowly loves fem reader after Aizen got defeated she hide visits muken and both slow understand then start confessing

Please you can do that?🥺 But if you don't do it’s fine I will understand 😄😁

hi! this is awesome, here you go!!

Sosuke Aizen

Aizen hated you, even more than he hated Kisuke Urahara. He hated you even before you became his lieutenant, the reason why he chose you despite his hatred for you is very simple: keep your enemies closer than your friends; it was an attempt to control you.

the reason why he hated you? because you could see right through him, you could understand him and how he thought. And he hated that, you screwed up his plans two or three times, and he hates it when things don't go according to plan. You were also strong, and therefore a difficult target to take down.

unlike Captain Hitsugaya, you didn't hate him, even after he betrayed the Soul Society and even though you always knew who he was. By being able to see right through him, you were also able to see his loneliness, and you couldn't bring yourself to hate him.

this also caused friction with the captains, who couldn't understand why you didn't feel hatred, after he had also betrayed you who are his lieutenant.

being able to understand him and how he thinks, you always knew that he hated you, that he would have wanted to kill you because you were a danger to his plan. You are a little ashamed but little by little you have developed a crush on him, which you have never confessed to anyone for fear of being judged.

it has been years since you defeated Aizen, who is now under the Muhen. You are ashamed to say it but you missed him so you decided that once in a while visiting him would cause no harm. After asking and obtaining permission, you went down under the Muhen, with your heart in your throat.

" Y\N "

he tells you as soon as you arrive, his tone is polite and his gaze is decisive, in short, his usual gaze. You know very well that he won't initiate a conversation, so you start talking first but he suddenly interrupts you.

"I've had a lot on my mind here, including my hatred for you"

he had already declared it to you when he was about to be sealed by the spell of the blonde, he had told you how much he hated you and him, the fact that you both are so intelligent but also losers who don't want to change the rules.

but he told you something that surprised you, he confessed that he actually always loved you, he had disguised it as hate because he didn't want to admit to himself that a god could fall in love. That the reason he hated you and the reason he loved you.

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Keep a Good Man Down (Muken!Aizen x Reader)

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Notes: I don’t even remember this arc. I read Bleach a long, long time ago. If I get details wrong, eh, sue me. Why are all the titles to my Aizen fics so long? And why are Aizen’s lips so thin?

You took a certain amount of comfort in the fact that you didn’t have to see him alone. Rukia Kuchiki and Renji Abarai stood in front of you, eyes as wide as your own. A portion of the collective vice captainship gathered together with other high ranking officers, all gazing in astonishment upon the same view that left you sputtering. Aizen’s one visible eye narrowed at you.

You looked slightly different, but Aizen could have expected that given the time that had passed. You rose a few ranks. Your hair was a different style, but deep down he could see that very little had changed. Even all this time later, his very presence made an eerie chill work its way down your spine. He looked to the two in front of you

“It’s been a long time, Kuchiki Rukia. I barely remember speaking to you once I turned my back on the Gotei. That said,” He didn’t even acknowledge you. You didn’t even know if you wanted him to. Despite his time in Muken, Aizen looked upon the gathering with a familiar look of disdain and superiority. “First thing’s first though. Congratulations on your promotion to the vice-captaincy. It is of utmost importance that your efforts during our battle were recognized.”

You didn’t know if you wanted to step forward to get a better look at him or step back and run. Conflict burned in your chest and you suddenly became very aware of your surroundings. Aizen’s lingering gaze settled on you, likely a deliberate choice. You refused to squirm under his gaze and you were even more determined to show that you were over his damage to the Seireitei. To show him and yourself.

Rukia’s brow furrowed and her jaw clenched. Even from where you were standing you saw a bead of sweat appear on her temple.

“...You… were supposed to be locked away in The Muken… Yet here you are…!” If no one else would lunge at Aizen, Rukia certainly would. You couldn’t blame her. You debated that course of action as much as anyone else who was gathered. Aizen continued his unforgiving stare, his features somehow contorting into an even more smug expression.

“What can I say? You can’t keep a good man down.” His response only served to antagonize the crowd in front of him. Some things never change. You stood silent, ears burning. You dwelled on his words and you began to spiral quickly, wondering if perhaps he was right. You asked yourself if he could ever be locked away for good or if he would ever stop haunting you. The conversation and the outrage went on without you. Ikkaku noticed you, stiff and unsettled. He spoke your name gruffly.

“You good?” He asked. Yumichika glanced down at you, inspecting your body language with judging eyes. You shook your head rapidly.

“Uh, yes! I’m fine.” The two members of Squad 11 were not convinced, but you didn’t have any more time to explain.

“Tch… You sure do drive a hard bargain.”

“Leave! Now! Head back to the laboratory!” Shunsui commanded and before you could further process any of your emotions, you were running behind the rest. You dared take a look back. Aizen looked the same. He always did love playing these sorts of games. And sparing one last glance into your eyes, Aizen spoke once again.

“... Hadou Number 90… Kurohitsugi!”

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A MAN OF GOD 🙏 PRIEST! AIZEN X NUN! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 11: HUMILIATION

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Hello! I hope you're doing well! Can you write about humiliation with Aizen and female reader, please? I think it's Aizen's style. They really love each other, but in bed Aizen likes to humiliate her. And can u add domination kink from Aizen's side? ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. Aizen is a priest. Reader is a nun. YES. But please don't take this as a way of disrespecting religion. This is just fiction. HUMILIATION. slapping. shoving things into your mouth. spitting. mouth fuck. choking. 🐙 wc: 1,6k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

“Father forgive me for I have sin” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Sister, confess your sins” “I’ve been having blasphemous thoughts about a man. Father Aizen, what should I do?” 

The little window of the confessional slides open; chocolate, sharp eyes appear from such tiny opening. A tuft of hair falls in between the two orbs hidden under transparent glasses, his index rests on one of his temples… Father Aizen looks more like a devil than a man devoted to the sacred. 

“A man you say, sister? How come the devil was so strong to corrupt you? aren’t you a devotee?” he asks. His tone is charged of full judgment, even with disgust. 

You look down to your hands; a rosary tangles on them, carving its beads into your skin. A life dedicated to celibacy, disrupted by complete impurity. 

“I’ve been able to stop myself every time, but the need… the urge, the lust… are eating my mind like a…”

“Like a worm? Have you experienced the need to touch your body, sister?” 

“Yes, a worm. Like a worm eating my brain and my insides, Father Aizen. But I haven’t succumbed to it… yet” 

Aizen remains silent; he hums, letting you know he is thinking of a possible solution… or rather, a punishment. 

You can hear him standing up; Father Aizen is quite a large man, and the creaks of the wooden surfaces let them know he is about to open the door that separates you from him. 

“Sister (Name)” he mutters; your stomach turns upside down, your legs underneath the black long skirt of your nun habit pressing together. 

There it is, the sinful need… father Aizen, it’s you… the man I’m lusting for is no other than you. 

“Stand up, please” he commands, smirking oh so sexily. Why, sir, are you doing this? aren’t you a man of God? 

You obey; instantly. The confessional is by far small, the air becomes scarce, your heart pumps faster, your consciousness requires your flesh to be flagellated. 

Father Aizen’s hand slides through your cheek and into the veil that covers your hair. His fingertips have gone as far as they could reach, breaking rule by rule. 

“I can tell the way your skin reacts to the touch of a man. How warm has become… what have you done, Sister? Are you lying to me? Have you stoop so low to give your body pleasure, hm?” he asks, cornering more and more against the wooden wall of the confessional, so much you can even smell the scent of incense penetrated on the surfaces. 

You try to articulate any words; you haven’t touched your body; you even fought the need to do it while bathing. But now, father Aizen… I’d give it all for you to do it. 

“No, Father! I haven’t!” you deny, shaking your head violently with eyes shut tight. 

“Show me your hands, Sister” he asks, calm but dominant. 

You do, the beads are almost drawing blood from your palms from how tight you are gabbing them. 

Aizen takes a moment to inspect them, and slowly untangles the rosary from your wrists. 

“Open your mouth, Sister”

“Yes, Father Aiz-fpmgh” 

Your can’t keep talking, as he has pushed every rose wood bead in, getting them shoved into your mouth. 

“This mouth has spoken many sinful lies already; you should only speak words of God” he grunts, pushing the rosary more and more inside your mouth. 

Tears run from your eyes and into your cheeks. You try to cough, but it’s almost impossible if you don’t want to choke. Yet your eyes, avid for more, look up at that man with more than hunger… a look proper of a possession. 

Father Aizen smirk grows bigger, he looks at you from above, with disgust and superiority. His hand then reached for your cheeks, pressing them strong and painfully making the beads inside of your mouth to carve into its inner walls. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? You seem to be possessed by some sexual impure demon, you disgusting whore” he whispers with disdain, close to your lips. 

Your smile -do the best you could do to do it- as you keep looking up at him; yes, disgusting whore… I am, indeed, a disgusting whore for wanting to fuck you, Father Aizen… 

The first slap leaves your ear ringing. The second slap, your cheek on fire. The third, your body against the wall. You have lost balance, literally and internally as well. 

And Father Aizen seems to be just starting with the “exorcism”, because you have no time to stand back up as he forces you to do it by ripping the crucifix hanging from your body. 

He turns the silver chain around until it’s closely tight around your neck; a single twist more and the blood flow from your carotids to your brain will be interrupted. 

“Do you know why we wear this, Sister? Because we don’t sin. Because we owe everything to our God… but now, whore, devil, your God is ME. And you obey and serve ME… isn’t that what you wanted? Do you really thought I didn’t realize you looked at me with eyes of lust?”  Aizen whispers into your ear, making you tremble, and so weak. 

He rips your veil off your head, allowing your hair to fall down your shoulders. Savagely garnishing your face, in such beautiful concupiscence. Oh, by the only existence of your womanhood you are making this man desperate… who’s the sinner here? 

The white collar around your neck gets ripped as well. You always thought but never proved how strong he was. 

Aizen grabs a fistful of your hair, tangling around his wrist for a better grip. Immediately after, you get shoved against the wooden wall, making you put one of your knees on the little seat. 

You only whine; it hurt… but the anticipation, the doubt… what is he gonna do next? 

Aizen pins your chest against the wooden surface, and his back against yours. Inevitably, you can feel the growing hardness of the father against your ass. His sex and the accelerated breathing on your neck, like a true demon attacking you from behind. 

“Now, let’s check how aroused you are…” he whispers; the warmth of his breath reaching your nape makes you feral. 

His hand slides with no delicacy down the long skirt and into your sex. Aizen is pleased to find only panties, absolutely dampened from desire. 

“Hmmm, too wet. You are more than possessed, you might be devil itself… what a disgusting being…” he scoffs, moving your panties to the side and sliding one of his slender fingers in between your folds. 

Covered by your honeys, his index now abandons your sex and reaches your lips. “This is how wet you are, dripping down your legs like a desperate animal...” he says, as he smears your juices all over your mouth and chin. 

“Spit the rosary, bitch” he orders, giving short slaps to your lips and waiting for it with his hand open. 

You do, letting every bead slowly fall from your mouth, imbued in saliva that also falls like drops, into his palm. Up until the last one is out, Aizen enjoys the degrading look on your face, the way you stick your tongue out when you are done and the way he pulls your head backwards from your hair to spit into your mouth right after. 

Instantly after, he turns you so that you sit down that little wooden seat. 

“Spread your legs” he commands, while he takes his belt off and lowers the zipper of his priest pants. 

You do, and with his leather shoes he proceeds to take down your panties. Aizen smirks to your cunt in display, as you instinctively lift one of your legs to spread your cunt even further. 

“What are you doing, whore? Mh? Showing me that impure cunt of yours? I will use all your holes, don’t worry…” he spits, coming closer with this dick in his hand. 

Aizen, before even fucking you, would like to fuck your mouth first. And so, by strongly grabbing your nape, he finally penetrates your lips with a merciless thrust. And then two, three, four. Endless ramming that makes you gag and tear up the more it hits your throat -and even further-. 

He sometimes pinches your nose, going in and not taking his dick out for a couple of minutes to see you turn almost blue from the lack of oxygen… it’s just that the gagging around his gland feels like a religious experience. 

And as that, it feels for you as well, who are also ordered to touch yourself until the point of squirting all over your clothes. 

But Aizen despite telling you he is your God, he is just a man… and his climax ends up with a grunt and smirk, all over your mouth and face, smeared by his hand with great pleasure. 

“Look at that, covered in cum… are you happy now, whore? You like your God ruining that sinful face of you?” “Ye-yes, Father Aizen…” 

But Aizen wasn’t over, he was just starting with the mass… and a sick, devilishly love was just about to grow stronger… I wonder how far that ungodly acts went unnoticed?  Because Father Aizen has always been a loving, soft, sacred and pure priest… his soft looks, his eyeglasses… who could say he is a corrupted man? A man that considers himself a God instead of serving one? 

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THE BOSS 🐙 SOSUKE AIZEN X F! MAID! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 4: SPANKING

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“(Name)!” Aizen screams from his office, startling you.

He usually doesn’t raise his voice, so he must be either stressed or very, very mad at you.

“Yes, Sosuke-sama?” you ask, drying your hands on your apron. You were washing porcelain crockery to have everything ready for the night; the Aizen family is hosting a dinner tonight, those where rich people come and laugh in equal “millionaire” tone as they brag about their wealth.

“I’ve been trying to contact my lawyer, some stupid problems with the company… come here” he says, a lot more calm now while patting his lap.

You start walking his way, swinging your body like a cat through his office. The ruffles of your short skirt, are just a cute accent on your maid uniform. The apron, a little bit wet still, immediately catches Aizen’s attention.

“Why are you wet? You shouldn’t mess with your uniform” he scolds you softly, as he receives you in his lap.

You straddle your hips on top of his legs, the ruffled under skirt gets all puffed up against his belly. Your cheeks become hot; and so does your crotch…

“I was doing the dishes, Aizen-sama…” you excuse yourself, trying to hide your apron underneath your hands. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry… I wanted everything cleaned for tonight’s dinner”

Sosuke raises one of his brows, he is thinking about something. And, soon enough, his lips draw a naughty curve; a smirk that both gives you shivers and lustful thoughts.

“Why are you washing the crockery just now instead of having it already prepared? What have you been doing, (Name)?” he asks, this time a little bit more serious but still tinted in second -perverted- intentions.

“We had a lot of work to do, Aizen-sama! Your younger brother, Gin, asked us to …”

You are cut short as Sosuke doesn’t really care about your excuses, and much less about your reasons. There are two aspects in which he is your boss; one is related to work, and the other one as your dom. A whimsical, powerful millionaire that once decided your body was his property too. And you… how could you say no to Aizen Sosuke himself?

A heavy hand squeezes your cheeks; lips protruding, eyes scared… and yet, a core becoming wet, drippy, needy…

“When did I ever allow you to give me excuses, mh… (Name) (Surname)?” he asks, leaving you out of breath, almost asphyxiated by his mere attitude. A dominant, scary aura.

You blink rapidly; eyes teary… what if this time he won’t use your body, but instead you end up fired?

That, however, was exactly the right answer as Aizen quickly moved you so that your belly would land on his lap. Somehow, you are now laying over his legs, like a bad kid that needs to be spanked.

“I must reprimand your actions, or else, you will never learn to respect me or my orders” he hums, sliding his hand under your ruffled skirt. His palm lands right on one of your ass cheeks, caressing it ever so softly, even like a soft tickle, in circle motions.

Your whole body tenses, your toes curl and your hands grip tightly to his fine fabric pants. You know exactly what he is about to do, and how much this will hurt… and you can’t wait for it.

“Sh… relax…” he whispers, passing his free hand through your nape and hair. Aizen grabs some strands, tangling them around his long fingers, pulling then your head back to look at him from underneath.

The sharp angle of his mandible, the tensed muscles of his neck, the chocolate tuft of hair caressing his perfect nose… everything, absolutely everything of his façade is deadly beautiful. However, what you might like the most about him, it is how brutal and yet calm he can be when dominating your whole being.

The circles on your buttocks suddenly stops, as his hand lifts from your flesh and immediately after -with painful intent- slaps it.

You curl your back, shutting your eyelids close with painful grimace and a loud whimper coming out your mouth. Your nails carve on his leg, pulling after from his pants.

“Look” -spank- “at” -spank- “me” – spank- “when I’m disciplining you”

what a cruel man, wanting to see the eyes of his own victim…

You open your eyes, with tears pooling right on the corner of them. Your lips trembling, your skin on fire.

“Ye-yes, Aizen-sama… I’m sorry…” you excuse yourself once again. And another spank comes. “Keep giving me excuses… come on” Your legs, that hang from his lap down, tremble with pain. Your nose, becomes runny from the tears.

“Oh no, no…” he mumbles, smirking as your pain only makes him harder. A hardness you can totally feel against your belly as it gets bigger and erect.

Aizen stops for a moment; your ass feels blessed that he has. But his fingers, this time, preferred to visit a close location of those lands that are your body… your core.

“Would you look at that, completely dampened… even inner legs are sticky… what a hoe you are…” he whispers, as he lets go of your head by giving your scalp a rest with the hair pulling.

Your right cheek lands on his thigh; panting from pain and heat you await for Sosuke’s next movement. And oh girl, you’ve been wanting this…

He rips your dampened lace panties, specifically chosen by himself. Aizen enjoys the shine of your labia covered with lustful nectar in contrast with the burning surface of your ass cheeks.

Without much hesitation, his finger slides inside your folds; he doesn’t really care whether you are ready or not, Aizen only wants to feel the warmth of your neediness around his index.

“Aizen-sama…” you whine “Mhh? You want more than a finger, don’t you? ~

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[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 24: COCKWARMING 𝘈𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙��𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ Hi, I saw your requests were open for the upcoming event, do you mind writing 24 (if it's not already taken) for Aizen and adding a bit of praise, just him being kinda soft with the reader (which can be written as gender neutral if you'd like), thanks for considering ♡  Best wishes. tw: mdni. cockwarming. praising. kinda romantic in aizen's way. wc: 990 masterlist

Trembling limbs are left after he has you in between his claws, nights like this are the ones who made it all worth it… the sex, and the aftermath as well. Those who know Aizen would probably say that Sosuke fucks you and leaves you there, with no consideration whatsoever… but, they are all wrong. Perhaps, it was just you. With you. Who knows?

Outside it’s pouring rain, those fall downpours. Your body still lays warm after he made love to you, where kisses abounded, and climaxes teemed.

Curled up in between fine silky sheets, you hear the whistling sound of his kettle coming from the kitchen. Whenever he is over, and you are all cleaned up, he always stands up to take a cup of tea. And tonight, it wasn’t the exception.

As he comes back, with steam coming from his cup reaching out his glasses, the uncovered chest and the loose grey pants present before your eyes. His skin, with a hint of caramel tint, goes very well with his cinnamon eyes. His chocolate hair, makes the perfect combination with his sweet facial traits.

“Do you want some tea, (Name)?” he asks you, brushing his hair back as he speaks. You swallow; how comes this man is as hot as the sun itself?

“No, thanks…” you mumble, yawning after. You are by far tired, exhausted. Sosuke had the fantastic idea of spending together the weekend at the mountains. The amazing cabin he chose has a huge window wall, perfect for enjoying the scenery outside, and the crackling noises of the fireplace mix with the heavy rain outside lulling you.

Aizen takes a last sip of his tea while enjoy peaks of your nude anatomy in between the covers. You lie on your side, with legs crossed as he commanded… who knows why he is so interested in you doing so…

“Hmm… Seems to me that you are sleepy” he giggles in that sexy way he only knows how to. Aizen walks towards the bed once he leaves the cup and his glasses by the table. The way his hipbones move when he does, makes you shiver, makes you squeeze your thighs even more.

You nod, shily smiling at the man in front of you and while he gets in bed you can smell the everlasting scent of his skin. A sugary perfume that’s both sweet and manly.

When he finally gets in bed, he pulls you closer to his chest. Hairless, well trained, still with a barely visible scar from a very old surgery in the middle of his chest.

“Come’ere” he murmurs, allowing you to place your head over one of his pecs. His hand, delicate but dominant, finds the perfect place to rest; the small of your back.

You get drunk of his scent, of his soul. There is something within this man that’s so strong, so attractive, that invites you to willingly submit to him, to praise him like a love and sex god.

With his free hand, that up until now he kept behind his head, he grabs yours. He plays, first tapping the tips of your nails and then down trapping your ring finger. Sosuke’s autumn eyes fix on an invisible ring, the sharp brows slightly rise, and his lips separate just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his front teeth.

“Heh…” he scoffs, licking so slowly his upper lip. What is this man thinking? Perhaps a new plan? In any case, you sigh loudly… no matter how sleepy you might be, there is always energy for arousal.

Aizen lets go of your hand and looks up to the ceiling. He smiles, pleased, and pulls you closer against him. You snake your leg around his, giving your body exactly what it needs; to be one with him.

He takes a big gasp of air through his pointy straight nose; he is tired too. Both have lost track of how many times he made love to you.

“Mhhh, I adore your skin… you are always so warm, so soft” he whispers, pressing down and sliding his hand up until your ass. Soft, almost like caresses, spanks follow.

“Sosuke…” you gasp, looking up. Your eyes run through the sharp line of his mandible, and land on the apple of his cheeks. The everlasting soft honey tint on them invite you to kiss them.

Your hand reaches for his shoulder, the protrusion of collar bone joining his scapula, feels sharp on your fingertips. You crawl up until you reach for that spot. A soft peck planted, the first of many sleepy kisses given.

His neck, a temptation you are not willing to give up even as asleep as you are. Nibbling softly on his flesh, you can’t leave marks… Sosuke Aizen is one of the most influential leaders in the world, nobody must see him with something so silly like a hickey.

“You are about to fall asleep, you are such an insatiable pretty little thing…” he mutters, kissing the crown of your head and passing his hand down your chin to lift your face up. “Look at you… look at your tired eyes, come on let’s go to sleep” he continues, helping you turn around and lay on the side.

Aizen waits for you to get comfortable and hugs you as the big spoon. You move back your ass, enough for it to perfectly align with his crotch. The more your skin can feel his body, the more you smile.

“You are still so needy, don’t you…?” he whispers in your ear, sliding his hand from your waist down your belly, to push you even closer. More and more, squeezing you very well against his growing hardness.

His naked chest receives your naked back, his chin rests on your shoulder. A sloppy kiss, with wet lips, is left in your neck.

“Mhh… yes, I want it ~” you purr, because there is something you two do whenever is sleep time…

“You wanna sleep with me inside, mh? You will allow me to feel you so warm around me?” he asks, taking his pyjama pants down until they reach for they feet and finally are completely off.

You nod, groping blindly for his hipbone to push him against you. Wet, and drippy, overly sensitive you are, and you can’t wait to feel his shaft very, so deeply inside of you.

You can feel him smirking, with his lips pressed on your nape. You can sense his hand pumping his dick against the small of your back, getting ready to slide inside you.

Sosuke lets his wet tip play with your entrance, up and down, before letting the pressure of your bodies to push his shaft into it.

You feel it stretching you and a little whimper leaves your lips. Your moan combines with his low grunt, right by your ear.

“So… tight… such a perfect creature you are” he melts pronouncing those words. “God, you are so warm and tight…” he whispers, biting the lobe of your ear. After a big sigh, in which he had to fight not to fuck you until you drop, he hugs you tightly.

Aizen remains completely still but relaxes against you. You do the same, just by only being full of him, is enough to make you feel so good and calmed. “Keep me warm, baby” he murmurs, with his eyes closed, about to fall asleep. “I will, Aizen-sama💖…” you whisper, joined in one… a single soul.

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[sashi-ya]

𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑩𝑶𝑾 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑺 DADDY! AIZEN X F! READER ☆ PUBLIC, SIZE KINK, CREAM PIE.

🦢 tagging: @stygianoir @cyberdazetragedy 🎀 tw: reader is an adult, ffs. public sex. size kink. daddy! kink. cream pie. 💟 wc: 1.1k

“(Name)-san… wear the skirt I bought you the other day, please” “Yes, Aizen-sama”

Sosuke happened to have a free day once in a while, and even if you didn’t ask for it, he offered you a walk in the park that afternoon. You acceded immediately, having outside time with your dom had been one of your most awaited things this month.

Of course, as always, dates had rules. And rules should be followed, specially if those are given by Aizen-sama himself. Wearing “appropriate” clothing during winter time was a must, but the little skirt he bought you could only lend you to freeze your thighs and legs. But who were you to say no to his “special” request?

The pleated skirt, that could barely reach a few centimetres of your thighs, looked precious on you. Sosuke has, to you, wonderful styling skills…

“Tie your hair with this, do you like it?” he said, looking at you up to down and then giving you a little box in your hands.

You quickly answered yes, even if the contents of such box were still unknown to you. Soon, you discovered a beautiful soft pink bow inside that complimented the whole outfit amazingly well.

“Thank you, Aizen-sama! This is beautiful! Can you please put it on my hair for me?” you asked, trying to muffle the excitement.

He smirked, and with a soft “hm” he indicated to turn around. Aizen’s skilful hands, that had been inside and all of you so many times, took no time to fix the bow into your hair.

And soon, both left the house where you live under all of his rules. The park wasn’t very far and a beautiful scenery ahead waited for you. The sky had no clouds, and all around seemed blessed by a beautiful sunny winter day… you know, those days that are cold, but you can still feel the sun kissing your skin with that warm relief.

Fortunately, there wasn’t many people around, as kids were at school and most people in their jobs…

“Aren’t the swans pretty?” Sosuke said, watching you eat a candied apple he bought you just a few minutes ago.

“They are, Aizen-sama. The sun reflects in their white feathers so beautifully” you answered getting your lips stained in sugary crunchy coating.

He scoffed sweetly, cleaning the commissure of your lips. He took that same finger to his own lips, tasting the rests of caramel on them.

The image makes your legs a little weak, and your panties probably wet.

Speechless, you offered him a bite of your apple, watching with absolute devotion the way he accepted it.

“Why don’t we sit on that bench to eat and watch the swans?” he commands, pointing at a secluded seat surrounded by trees and right next to the pond.

You nodded, looking at the bite he just took of your fruit and followed him. And, as you sat next to him, the cold breeze coming from the pond cripped under your skirt and into your bones. It caused you to shiver a little, enough for Sosuke to notice…

“Are you cold?” he asked, placing his warm big hand on your right thigh. “A little…” you confessed, embarrassed and guilty. After all he asked you to wear that skirt.

“Come here”

He pulled you, with absolutely no effort, to sit on his lap facing the lake. His arms, big enough to surround you, did by your waist. Your legs fall hanging in between his and your back softly landed on his chest.

Aizen placed his chin on the crook of your neck after moving your hair to the side. His strong presence, the hot breath reaching your skin and his lips so painfully closer to your neck… it’s a park, Aizen-sama… what do you want from me?

“Can you give me a little bit more of your apple, (Name)-san?” he asked, with that tone that’s both sublime and secretly mischievous.

“S-sure, Aizen-sama” you quickly answered back, with trembling voice and the sensation of something growing harder underneath you.

You swallowed looking at him give yet another bite so close to you. You swallowed again when he got even more comfortable with you over his lap, with his erection pressing against your femineity so hard and imposing…

“Ai-Aizen-sama?” you murmured, by now the bouncing motion of his legs were making his hardness get more and more swallowed by your labia, even on top of clothing layers.

“Why don’t you call me daddy from now on, my sweet one? I am sorry you are cold, but you look just like a precious doll to me this way… I promise to buy you some hot cocoa after” he whispered, criminally sexy and with a power that left you breathless and lightheaded.

Sosuke’s hands pressed your lower belly in and down, very strongly against his crotch. A pressure that caused a soft whimper to come out of your lips, and your legs wanting to close.

“Da-daddy? I… you-?” you didn’t know how to ask… he wanted for you to hump? Or he wanted something else? There, in public?

He could only scoff, putting you back on the ground and quickly freeing his sex in a very discrete way. As soon as he was ready, Aizen snatched you back to sit on top of his sex.

“Shh… doll, you be quiet. Daddy wants to fuck you and get you warm from the inside out” he whispered, already moving your panties to the side with great expertise for your core to feel the hot pulsating shaft of his against it.

You widen your eyes… he definitely wanted this And you are absolutely nobody to say no to daddy’s orders, aren’t you?

Fast enough you humped a few times until his sex slid inside of your spasming walls. You engulfed him, as always so tightly, so excitedly.

The cold had abandoned your body, and the heat coming from your lower belly reached your cheekbones turning them on fire.

“You need to be discreet when jumping on daddy’s dick, ok? We don’t want the rest to notice… right? Or do you want them to see you be a little slut, mh?”

“I am your little slut, daddy Aizen… it’s ok if the see” you purred, with your hands placed on his thighs to balance yourself.

Your hips went back and forth, and sometimes you even bounced on top of him as he made you jump with his legs. The cold filtering from underneath your skirt could only play with the warmth of his and your juices, giving you both an extra pleasing kick. However, nothing compared to both the shame of being fucked so publicly,  and still how lucky you were of being fucked by no other than him… Aizen Sosuke.

Your hasty breathing became even more agitated as you were about to reach climax that Sosuke had to cover your mouth knowing very well the end of your trembling body on top of his.

“Come for daddy, (Name)-san…” he whispered, with his hand on your lips and his fingernails buried on your cheeks.

You nodded with the little will you were left with and let him finish the work with thrusts as he stood up just a little with you trapped by his arm around your waist.

One, two, three more. Tears on the corner of your eyes, trembling lips and shivering limbs, feeling soon very, very stuffed… with hot release, fully inside your womb, flooding every corner, deep, deeper.

“Keep it all inside, my sweet doll… this will keep you very, very warm until we get home”

“Yes, Daddy Aizen. Thank you ~”

[sashi-ya]

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 [+𝟏𝟖] 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗! 𝚊𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⬥ Happy birthday, Aizen-sama! ⬥ tw: +18. vag, fingering, possessive aizen taicho. I included many references: one of his phrases in hueco mundo, poem 12, the ink because of his lessons of calligraphy, momo and the letter to momo, Kyoka Suigetsu's meaning, the "untouchable" aspect of his personality and the development of his plan. toxic aizen.⬥ wc: 2k

“I refuse to let you go” “Sosuke, you are making this way more difficult than it should be. Please, stop it”

Your knees carve into the wooden floor of his room. The sun hasn’t even risen in the Seireitei, and you wanna leave before it does. But he won’t let you. Sosuke Aizen’s reiatsu is way stronger that the rest of the people know about. He can make you choke with just a simple stare from his deep brown eyes.

You cough, in all fours, spiting on the ground and panting. You need oxygen. “Sos…Sosuke… just- stop this… you are gonna kill me”

He stands up from the bed you were tangled with him a few moments ago in, and puts on his glasses. “Don’t go. I told you, I won’t let you go” he says, almost like a child throwing a tantrum for a sweet.  

He stops that rib crushing pressure and extends his hand to you. You look up at him, with eyes filled with tears. It still hurts that he thinks is ok to control you with that. Yet, controlling you with Kyoka Suigetsu could be worse. But he said he never will… right?

“Why- why are you wearing your glasses after all?” you ask, bitter. You know his secret. Captain Aizen isn’t that innocent after all.

“Because- never mind” he sighs, taking them off. “Stay. I need you here” he replies, as he leaves those supposedly fake glasses over the desk where a letter that has already been written lays.

You shake your dizziness away and stand up with difficulty. “No. Why? Call that little girl you like to fuck better” you grunt, believing that you have already decided you won’t be next to him when the “treachery plan” starts.

He laughs. “Are you serious, right now? I thought you were more intelligent than that, (Name)” he tries to gaslight you while walking towards you in a peaceful but dominant way.

His hand surrounds your wrist; but Aizen isn’t hurting you, not even grabbing you strongly enough for you not to leave. “Jealous? For me? Are you jealous, (Name)?” he asks, then taking his thumb to your lips.

You are tired of always succumbing to his lustful, so sinful approaches. He is unsatiable, and you are the only one knowing such thing. Because for the rest, the sweet captain of the fifth division of the Gotei 13, could never do such nasty things to their subordinates. Right?

“Aren’t you satisfied already? How much more you would like to use my body, Sosuke?” you spit, venomously.

“Why are you angry exactly? Is it because I told you tomorrow night not to come? Or because you want to come with me?” Sosuke asks you, making you walk backwards until your legs hit the desk behind you.

You swallow. Truth is that, you want to go with him to Las Noches. And also, you don’t want him to sleep with that annoying one… even if, it would be only Kyoka Suigetsu.

“Because… fuck you, Sosuke. That’s why” you back up, being the only woman able to talk to him that way. He would never, ever, allow anyone else call him by his first name, and much less insult him. But he knows where all of this comes from, and he is having so much fun with it.

You try to look away; Aizen is barely wearing his lose pants over nothing. If you focus on him, your eyes will only fall into the trap of his caramel skin. If you look past him, into the wrinkled sheets of his bed where he just fucked you.

“Look at me, (Name)… you really wanna go?” he asks grabbing your chin in between his thumb and index. So delicately he makes you look at him, as he comes closer and whisper into your ear. “You want to come with me, then? You really wish to be a traitor? You will be considered a criminal by the Soul Society. Would you go that far for me?”

You close your eyes. Frowning in pain… he is absolutely right. And he wouldn’t do the same for you; you just know that. You know he will never ask you to trust in him, if you do… it is just because you wish for it.

“I would go further, Sosuke. Even if I know, you will never, ever, protect me” you murmur, accepting an inexorable truth that makes you wanna cry.

You can hear him gasp. Somehow, your words were… surprising for him? For a man who has every step planned?

Aizen passes his hands behind your legs and lifts you up, sitting you over his desk. The calligraphy tint spills, falling like dark tears into the floor. Your palms get stained in black ink, almost like traces of blood that hasn’t yet been spilled… the blood of your people in the Gotei 13. You, knowing the truth of Aizen’s plans, and hiding them, make you already a criminal to them.

In between your legs he comes closer, pressing his forehead on yours. His chocolate eyes, as sweet but also as bitter, can’t look at yours for a couple of minutes. Aizen takes your hand to his chest, place in where you leave your handprint.

“Who said I won’t protect you, (Name)? No matter what may happen… As long as you walk by my side… There shall be no enemy that can stand before us.” He murmurs, giving you the gift of empty words, you chose to believe in.

You let your head fall over the crook of his neck. The smell of his skin, the deadly perfume you inhale and feel like your body relaxes instantly; the protrusion of his collar bones that call you to bite; the tickling sensation of his soft wavy hair… so inevitably irresistible.

He plants a warm kiss on your shoulder, grunting and inhaling your skin perfume. His hands travel to your arms, pulling down the yukata you quickly grabbed from the floor to cover your nudity.

He scoffs, sexily. “Where you planning on going out like this? with my clothes?” he asks, as he exposes your skin once more. “You want the rest to know you are mine. Don’t you, (Name)?”.

The way your name sounds with his deep voice, and the way he so subtly degrades you to his absolute sex doll makes you shiver. Your cheeks burn. He is not exactly right, but neither he is wrong, you want the rest to know you are his, and how much of yours he is.

“Is not that… I- Sosuke, please” you beg, what exactly… you don’t know. “Mhh? What?” he asks, smirking so deadly, as he slides his two fingers inside you.

You throw your head back, biting your lower lip. Even if you are still sensitive and swollen from before, you want more. Your body screams for more of his sweet torture.

Aizen knows perfectly well where and how to touch. The perfect rhythm, the ups and downs. Your body is yet another subject of investigation, one of his most successful ones.

“If I go without you, who would you fuck if it’s not me, mh?” Aizen inquires you, with tricky questions that have no right answer. He only wants to have a reason to punish you, even if he doesn’t really need one.

“No- Nobody” you murmur, in between whines and little moans. His fingertips bury right on the spot, making your inner thighs to tremble and your lower part to lose the sense of control. Your stained hands make a mess of his back, with nails that carve in marks that soon time will erase.

He keeps going, fingering you with merciless pace and enjoying every little whimper coming from your lips. Ah, so swollen lips he attacks with nibbling teeth that could make you bleed. Just like the love you have for this man, painful but so addictive.

It hurts, but keep biting, pulling, possessing me.

Aizen rejoices with the juicy sound of your cunt being violated by his fingers but is never enough for him. As much as he enjoys control over you, it is him who is losing it for his own body. For some reason, tonight he wants so much more than any night.

Is Aizen afraid of something? Of losing you? Even a genius like him sometimes feels doubt in his heart when it comes to love and loss.

“Let’s go to bed…” he murmurs. Usually, he wouldn’t care to fuck you almost everywhere. His desk, the floor, the bathroom, or his secret laboratory. But, tonight Aizen seems soft.

You nod, surrounding his waist with your legs, allowing him to carry to his bed. It is still warm from your bodies, even perhaps a little wet. And now, it’s about to become stained with ink, too.

When he deposits you on the mattress, you sigh loudly. His topping body over yours always leaves you out of breath. Sosuke looks at you, with eyes that aren’t proper for a man like him. Eyes that hide a tint of longing, there, where you can only see.

None of you speak. Would have made any difference? Absolutely not. The calm before the storm is always the most silent moment.

He takes your arms up and pin them above your head. With his free hand, he unties the cord that holds the hakama up, offering you a slow-motion show of his hips being revealed. It will definitely be painful when his body won’t be here to admire no more.

The stain of your hand remains there, in the middle of his chest, like the hollows, like the outcome of his plan… There, where your fingerprints have been left, will be then something shiny and powerful. Something that, in the end, will be the death of him, of you.

“Sosuke… if this is our last night, could you please make love to me?” you ask, moved by the painful ideas you just had. Love, what a stupid word to name in front of him.

“Love…” he whispers, letting go of your hands. At this point you are sure he will start giving you a three-minute-long speech on why love is stupid, and only belongs to humans.

But instead, in total calm, he takes his hand to your cheek, giving you the sweetest caress ever given by his soul. “Yes, I will…”

Your eyes widen, and probably your pupils do too. Your lips separate, but they are immediately tightly closed by his overwhelming kisses. If this is some kind of hallucination created by his Zanpakuto, you don’t know… but you definitely want him to keep going.

His hips search for your open legs almost naturally. He doesn’t need to see, his own hardness knows the way. The tip of Sosuke’s sex grazes your wetness, dragging your fluids up and down, pressing against your clit.

You let your hands printed all over his back and neck, as you clench with passion to his body. His intrusion is violent, but it flows so perfectly. Mixing both in one, feeling his impaling lust.

You can feel the way his back muscles move on your palms, the grunts coming from his mouth. Wishing for some moments to be able to see him fucking you from away… as beautiful and dangerous to enjoy, as a flower in the precipice for so many… and yet, a jump into the abyss just for you. A deep hollow, in which you drown.

“Take me with you… I’ll do anything” you bargain. “Take me with you, or kill me”. “I’m… taking you with me… I can’t- I- yes…ngh” he moans, turning you to the side, with him still deep connected with you.

You face him, noses touching. His hips going in and out, non stop, both reaching climax together, in the peak of pleasure and lust. One million finger prints all over his body, like the imprints of a love that could soon meet the end.

His façade, in pure ecstasy, is like those famous paintings of the human world…

“Aizen Sosuke, you are pure art. Like the reflection of a beautiful flower in the calmed waters of a lake…But, will I ever be able to touch the flower?”

You are the only one, who has ever touched it, (Name)… because even if I become untouchable, there are stains on my skin that will never fade away”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd the blade crossed your heart, but it didn’t hurt. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAfter all, you didn’t need to betray Gotei 13…

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[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 30: CNC Ghostface! Aizen Sosuke x F! Reader

Requested by: @stygianoir ➡ For kinktober cnc with aizen and fem reader plz tw: mdni. ⚡ CNC (rape play; be extremely careful)⚡ Fear play. Aizen gets to wear a Ghostface "costume". oral sex. vag sex. It is a play, the situation has been consented by reader before. wc: 1.3k masterlist

There is not much around, but total darkness. It’s freezing, and so humid; your lips feel the cracking effect of an icy breeze. You have absolutely no idea where you are, but still the scent of his skin fills your nose.

Pinned against a wall, or what could have been a wall before, you begin to tremble. Someone, taller and stronger, has trapped you and you can’t walk away. Like the little red riding hood, being trapped by the wolf... you will get devoured.

Gloved claw passes from behind to your neck, while his whole body seems to crush you.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t they tell you not to wonder through these lands all alone and so late at night?” he asks, kissing your cheek with lips that reminded you of your past.

Your throat feels dry, your legs are quivering.

“A girl like you should not be here, or else bad… bad things may happen to you”  he whispers, and you soon notice he is wearing a hooded cape and a white Ghostface mask.

“I missed you” he whispers, this time letting you hear his voice perfectly fine. “Sosuke…? Is that you?”

His free hand reaches for your lower belly while the other goes from your neck to your mouth.

“You shouldn’t say my name…” he scoffs, sliding one of his hands to your core and under your ruffled skirt.

You try to escape, pushing him back so that you can run. With all your strength, and because he wanted to, he lets you free.

You start running under an October night sky, through the nature boundaries of that creepy town. The crunching sound of dry branches cracking under your feet as you walk, the cold breeze hitting your cheeks… and him, running behind you, playfully giving you enough distance to run but to still see him… knowing deep inside, he could reach you whenever he is done playing.

“I have everything planned, (Name)! I know exactly what you are gonna do!” he scoffs, standing still for some minutes in the middle of a forest of tall trees where the moonlight barely filters through.

With tears in your eyes, you get your clothing ripped as you fall into the muddy ground. But you aren’t stopping; you need to run… more, and more.

But your lungs can’t keep up; your heart pumps more blood than what it’s used to, a gushing sound on your ears, the bewildering sound of your desperate panting.

You search for somewhere to hide; somewhere where you could stay and pray for him to walk away… for him not to find you.

An old, about to crash down, cabin catches your attention. There is no light, but still looks like a safe space where you could take cover.

You ran, in silence, covering your mouth not to make any sound, walking on eggshells, praying for the sound of the leaves breaking underneath your feet not to alert him in any way.

Soon, you slide inside. It’s as old as you thought, there is barely anything inside. You can’t see anything. Blindly you touch the floor, perhaps you could find something to defend yourself with. But instead, you find a secret door.

You ask yourself if it might be a basement, pulling from the latch with utmost care to see. And indeed, it is. A perfect place to hide, he could get into the cabin but will never think of the existence of such secret space.

“Where aaaareee youuuu, doll? Are you scared? Don’t be! This is what happens to girls like you anyway ~” you can hear him signing in the distance. Your skin gets bumpy, and immediately after you jump into that dark basement no matter if there  might be spiders inside.

You wait, closing your eyes and covering your mouth. He has gone silent, and there is barely a little ray of moonlight filtering through one of the cracks of the wooden basement door.

Maybe he has left already; maybe he walked to another direction… maybe he got tired of searching for you…

< tap… tap… tap… >

The sudden sound of footsteps gives you chills running through your spine. He is inside the cabin.

“Listen doll… I don’t really wanna hurt you… You know who I am, I am your friend… get out, ok?” he scoffs, walking around the cabin. You can hear him; you can even see the shoe soles over your head now.

He simply turns around, and after some minutes of silence you can hear him sigh. “I bet she is not here… oh… but what a shame”

You breathe alleviated, thinking that he might be leaving the cabin soon… but you were wrong…

The basement door suddenly opens and his masked face peeks through it. “Hmm… I told you I knew exactly what you were gonna do, (Name)” he says, calmed but still a little annoyed.

You walk back; you can’t run away now. There is no way you could. You are now a caged prey.

He jumps inside and closes the door with a slam. Everything creeks and dust flies creating particular figures when the moonlight shines on it.

You kneel on the floor, pleading for mercy, sure you are about to wet yourself from the fear.

“Please… don’t kill me…” you pray. “I won’t kill you… who told you that? I won’t hurt you unless you stay calm and let me fuck you…” he murmurs, taking his mask off.

You swallow, turning yourself into a ball that’s soon destroyed as he pulls from your hair to lift you up.

“No, no… I won’t be able to fuck you if you do that…” he says, looking at your teary façade.

“I… Sosuke… please” you sniff, knowing the satire underneath the mask oh so very well.

Aizen slaps your face, not strong to hurt you but enough to be felt;  “Shh…” he commands, opening the black cape to reveal his erection ready to be forced in you.

“Now, stick your tongue out… come on” he orders, as he guides his sex into your mouth with no respect for any of your boundaries whatsoever.

Your head hits the wall behind, but he doesn’t mind and instead he begins to fuck your mouth. Ferociously leaving you out of breath, enjoying the way the gagging sounds fill the place and your saliva coats his hard shaft.

“Ngh… such a good girl!” he grunts, while you kick and fight and fail miserably enough. “Now, I think I might wanna fuck you… look at your slutty outfit, good choice baby”

When you are free to breath, he pulls you up and turns you around. Your face hits the dusty, humid wall and the sound of your clothes ripping is all you can remember.

His hands land on your breasts, as he squeezes hard and savagely. His chin, carves on your shoulder and you can feel his erection grazing your entrance, mixing with your juices and his.

“Dripping wet… you like this, don’t you? You like being raped by me, mh?” he grunts in your ear, pinching your nipples enough to make you scream.

“No… no.. I don’t… no… don’t do this, Sosuke please” you whine and plead -even in your back is curled enough for your core to fully feel the warmth of his dick.

“Mhhh…” he smiles, you don’t really need to see his face to know how that smirk looks.

Aizen doesn’t even care about taking your panties away, he simply moves them aside and with no hesitation he penetrates you.

You hit your forehead to the wall, as he has snatched your arms and pulls them back for better gripping. He starts fucking you rougher than ever, so hard that you can barely stand.

“Nghh… fuck, don’t stop” you moan, desperate for more. “Dicked down and you forget your victim paper, huh? Wasn’t I supposed to rape you tonight?” Aizen grunts, laughing after.

“I can’t keep up… I want more, Sosuke please…” “I knew you were gonna act like this by now, turn around come on”

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[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 26: SHOWER SEX Sōsuke Aizen x F! Arrancar! Reader

Requested by @muzansfangs ➡ Hi! Since you are literally one of my favorite authors, I would like to submit a request for the kinktober event! I would love to read Aizen + shower sex. I trust in your abilities blindly. Add whateve kinks you like! I don’t remember if I had to specify the gender of the reader. In that case, I would like f!reader. Thank you for your hard work and for blessing us with your works! tw: mdni. bathtub sex. praising. vag. arrancar! reader wc: 1.2k masterlist

The sound of dripping water echoing all around the biggest bathhouse you have ever seen. His head thrown back, his chocolate hair too. Arms strong but also lean helps his naked body to float as he grabs from the sides of the tub.

You take some time to admire his beautiful physique. Abs barely visible from over the water level, protruding collarbones, prominent Adam’s apple and the sharpest mandible framing his relaxing façade.

“What, (Name)?” he asks, surprising you with the tray and a cup of tea on your hands.

“I’m sorry, Aizen-sama. I… brought your tea, where should I leave it?” you ask, stuttering. How could you forget how much of a powerful being he is? Of course he could sense your presence… you’ve been created by himself.

Sosuke opens his eyes and after sighing, he turns his head to you. Him, in that sterile environment with everything so white as everything in Las Noches, stands out in such delightful imagery.

“Bring it to me” he commands, with a soft smile on his lips but eyes full of impure intentions.

You nod, and fast enough bring the tea closer to him. You are aware of his nudity, but still try to act as if he was fully clothed… even if your eyes couldn’t get away from the running drops coming from his wet hair to his chest.

Your lips barely part, letting soft sighs of warm breath scape in between them. You slowly kneel on the ground to serve him the tea, you shouldn’t be above your Lord.

Your pupils dilate as he lifts his back just a little, allowing some more of his belly to emerge from the water. Aizen Sosuke is the definition of temptation, of lust, of need…

“Heh… You like what you see?” he asks, breaking the enchantment all of a sudden. “Excuse me, Sir. I didn’t mean to look, I…” you quickly excuse yourself, although your cheeks get on fire and your breathing accelerated.

The ting of the porcelain cup on your hand echoes as much as the water drops… the more you tremble to keep it steady as you pretend to serve him, the more it resonates. And Aizen is delighted, because if there is something that pleases him is when people consider him a god. He enjoys intimidating you as everybody else.

“You seem to be having trouble to serve me a cup of tea today, (Name)… leave the teapot aside for me, please” he orders, always politely but still perversely.

You leave everything on the floor, bowing before him. “I’m sorry, Aizen-sama. I am so unworthy of serving you!” you repeat, hitting your forehead on the wet floor of his bathroom.

He takes his hand to his chin, observing your pathetic intent for mercy, and stops your whining.

“(Name), you might have trouble serving me tea… but I know you are good with other tasks, aren’t you? Come here, help me bathe” he commands, offering your hands the privilege of touching his godly -not so pure- flesh.

You blink, as he stands up. His whole anatomy surfaces, showing you his attributes with absolutely no shame. Aizen extents his hand for you to grab it, as the very depiction of a godly creature inviting you to heaven.

You swallow. A trembling hand of yours touches his, and with his help you stand up from the floor.

“Very well… now, use this to rub my chest” he indicates, giving you a piece of white cloth imbued in water and a soapy substance.

You take it in between your hands; the cloth is warm and so is the water and your core. Your quivering hand approaches his right pec with delicacy, almost as if you were about to touch something fragile.

Aizen smiles lovingly, looking at you in the same way a master looks at his dog. You are, to him, inferior. And still, cute, so very beautiful.

Slowly tracing circles on his flesh, you let a fine mantle of foam. Your eyes, fixed in the pores of his skin, are battling against your own need not to look any further… down, down where his sin start.

However, and besides not watching, pulled by the transgressive force of desire, you lost the battle against morality… you let your cheek to be pressed right in the middle of his chest.

He gasps, would it be a lie to say he wasn’t surprised. Aizen plans it all, but still… there are some types of physical contact that are simply unforeseen. A man whose life has always revolved around being lonely, breaking limits with no mercy for a higher mean, can still get amazed at a sudden show of love.

Sosuke takes some time to think; never has he ever stuttered… but this time he did; and the final decision meant for him to turn off his mind and let desire to take over. This time, as he learnt the Hogyoku was supposed to do, he just let his heart manifest its true desires…

A heavy hand falls on the crown of your head. Though hefty, it’s also delicate and caring. Aizen presses your face against his chest, you can hear the heart inside pumping harder and faster.

“You love me that much, (Name)?” “I love you more than much, my Lord… with all my soul” “Your soul? Mh… I see”

He sighs, not annoyed but pleased. And his hands pass around your waist, pulling you inside the tub swiftly.

You get your white and black uniform all wet, things he doesn’t mind and also enjoys. The transparency of it, showing hard nipples through. The soaking skirt, attaching to your skin, showing your sex.

“Come here” he murmurs, kissing you with a class that cannot be found in another man. It’s also perverse and deadly, and you are all about losing your life for it.

Slowly, softly… both sliding down. Hips straddled on his lap, the water playing with the hem of your skirt, making it float and dance with the way you hump on his hardness.

Sosuke presses you down with his hands on the small of your back; your hands, hang loosely on his shoulder blades. His lips attacking your neck, and the breasts he freed as he tore your uniform.

And the more his kisses go down, the more your back arches with him holding you with playful fingers along your spine. Your hair rains on your back, your cheeks tinted in black drops as your make up has started to smear.

“You know you are here because I created you? And you are here because I wanted to, right? He whispers, kissing in between your breasts, down your sternum.

“Yes, Aizen-sama. I am beyond grateful because you chose me, my Lord. I am completely devoted to you” you murmur, feeling his sex search for your entrance.

“Would you be a good girl and let me fuck you?” he asks, -in reality he doesn’t need to-

You alone lift your hips to help him accede faster to your insides, you are desperate… “Yes, my Lord… please, fuck me”

Aizen smirks, tracing circles with his index on your lower belly around your hollow. And with his free hand, he guides his shaft into you.

Who knows, maybe you were just one more of his Arrancar… Or maybe you were created from a piece of his own very soul, because when he penetrated you, it felt like two forces were finally rejoined…

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[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 11: WATERSPORTS Aizen Sosuke 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡✨ I hope you are having a wonderful day ✨ May I request the watersports kink? Aizen x Fem reader. I believe I read that it can be complemented with other kinks so perhaps overstimulation?. I hope I was still able to get the kink! This went away so fast!!! tw: watersports means urination is involved. if it's not your cup of tea, pls dni. soft overstimulation. omorashi/losing control. wetting on top of his lap, him doing the same. fingering. vag sex. soft humiliation. sweet dom aizen. wc: 1,7k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Aizen-sama, I… I can’t take no more” “That’s something is up to me to decide, (Name)-san”

Pleasing that man was for sure a suicide mission most of the times. He is fan of overstimulation, of playing with you as if you were less than a human… Sosuke was the king of humiliating you… and you, were pleased to comply.

Some nights were calmer, others, like this one, his stressed levels were high… very high. And he needed a quick fix before bed...

“(Name)-san, we lost another couple of hollow porotypes. Can you believe it?” he asked, rhetorically. He doesn’t really care about your opinion for that matter.

“Oh no, Aizen-sama… how should I help?” you ask, knowing well that scientific stuff wasn’t your area, but rather you were the president of the “pleasure department”.

“Well, I’m not sure if you can create a hollow from scratch… but I kinda feel like trying new stuff with you tonight…” he says, coming closer to you with that dark menacing aura that makes you wet and trembling.

You nod, awaiting for whatever “new stuff” he wants to try. In fact, by the way his hands are already all over your body, you know he is needier than ever. Tonight, things will be hot and wet…

“Stand up for me, (Name)” he commands. And you immediately comply. He turns you around, inspecting your clothing cautiously. You are wearing the uniform he chose specifically for you.

“Good… You will keep this on, until I tell you to take it off. Ok? For this I need you to obey me with no hesitation” he asks. “Yes, Aizen-sama. I will obey immediately” you answer, with difficulty, as his hand is already touching your crotch from behind.

Your uniform consists of a pleaded white skirt, a very futuristic looking top that resembles to an interesting bikini top with a turtle neck and long mittens covering your arms some centimetres over your elbows.  

“Please, come with me to the meeting room” he asks you, always so politely, trying to sound like you had a chance to say no… when that isn’t the case at all.

You follow him through the wide and sterile halls of Las Noches and soon you two reach the conference room in silence. Though your steps echo in the immensity of the place, there isn’t any more sounds.

The throne of Aizen, made of white stone, stands tall in the middle of the room. And by its feet, the round table where the Espada sit at.

He walks humming softly and sits down in his chair, while you wait for further instructions. When he is ready and comfortably sitting, indulging in his king -or God- fantasy, he pats his lap.

“Come here, (Name)…” he calls you.

You nod and quickly walk towards him. Aizen picks you up and sits you on his legs, fixing your body so that you end up sitting facing him. His hands run through your back, making your skin to react. He stops right by the small of your back and presses down for your sex to reach his. You are expected to wear nothing but a simple white panty underneath, the skirt was also for him to have easy access.

“Have you been drinking enough tea as I asked you today?” he asks you, petting your head and brushing your hair. He can be as sweet and protective, as cruel, and violent.

“Y-yes, Aizen-sama. I am a bit full, but I did” you tell, not lying. You were asked to drink the tea that the servants brought you through out the day with no questioning.

Sosuke is pleased. He takes his hand to your lower belly, a little bit bumpier than before as you are very full of liquids from the day.

“You are such a good girl to me, (Name). Look at this, you are always perfect for the things I want to try…” he perversely murmurs, kissing your forehead after. Aizen keeps rubbing your tummy sweetly, pressing down ever so slightly from time to time.

You purr a sweet <thank you> , in love with the soft caresses he is giving you. If being romantic is something he wanted to try, you are up for it… even if, you know very well, it’s just wishful thinking.

Aizen narrows his eyes, looking at you as if you were a cute little pet, already tasting the following.

His hand, slides up your thighs and into your core. Delicate fingers test the wetness of your panties; they are, as always, dampened in need.  But not enough for him to be satisfied.

“Let me check…” he whispers, moving your panty to the side and inserting two playful fingers that get instantly coated with your honeys.

You flinch and whine, as his index penetrates you and his thumb rubs your clit. He takes his time to play with you, starting slowly. Some minutes pass, and you are already humping on his lap for more, and the pressure of the many teas you were feed today start to feel uncomfortable.

He notices, even before you could say anything. Aizen knows your body perfectly fine, almost as if -and maybe perhaps- he created you. Index, and now middle too, hit the roof of your entrance, pushing the upper wall enough to make you feel like loosing control.

“Ai- Aizen-sama!!” you exclaim, trying to close your legs by pure instinct. You can’t. His legs won’t allow you to, and in fact, as he spread his, yours do too.

“Mh..? what is it, honey?” he asks, scoffing. Aizen knows, and he goes even harder…

You squirm, forcefully trying to tighten every muscle of your pelvic anatomy. You can’t lose control; you just can’t wet yourself over Aizen’s legs like a little girl… that would be worse than embarrassing; that could be the death of you.

Or that’s what you think.

“I… please. I need… I can’t hold it… I need to go to the bathroom, please” you beg, with teeth chattering and desperate tone.

“Oh… seriously? You might have drunk a lot more than what you should have, (Name)…” he mocks you, knowing he was the one to made you drink that much.

You keep squirming and trying with all your might to close your legs, failing miserably.

“Please, Aizen-sama… I need – nghh-“ you plead, moaning in pleasure and desperation as your nerves reach their peak and climax begins to hit. He laughs, as he keeps fingering you, with great dedication and so mercilessly fast. Beckoning motions inside of you, giving your sex pure stimulation and your bladder not enough space to exist. He forces you to lose control, mixing orgasmic release with urgency solving.

Drops of warm liquid mixed with sexual outburst gush and run through your legs and into his white hakama pants. He is not mad, in fact, Aizen grunts the moment he feels dampened. And he wants more, he needs more.

Your heated cheeks, your eyes closed, your fists closed over Sosuke’s shoulders. Spasming as you keep coming while relief yourself, in endless shameful pleasure.

“Good girl… I am not gonna punish you, you know that? I wanted this, it’s very hot to see you this desperate and so ashamed” he whispers in your ear, as you can feel his hardness trying to pierce his pants and your insides.

He moves you a little back, because you immediately hid your face on his chest. You wanna ask for forgiveness, but you can’t even speak. You are feeling as guilty and miserable, as absolutely pleased with was just happened.

“Look… look how wet you got me… it’s ok to piss yourself sometimes” he chuckles. A sincere laughter that makes your heart beat faster.

“Aizen-sama… I am mortified… let me please clean you up” you stutter.

Aizen ignores your words, as he is beyond pleased with your humiliation. “No, no… first I should get you as wet as I am… that skirt can be useful to hide your wet panties, but that’s not fair for me, right?” he tries to gaslight you, as if it was needed. He could definitely do whatever he wants, without even asking you about.

You accept your destiny. Anything he wishes to bless you with, it’s welcomed. More when it is about something coming from himself. You let him do as he please, moving back just enough for his now wet and almost see through pants to lower down.

His sex peaks out. It’s enough for now. It’s hard, dripping, throbbing. The vein that runs from the base to the tip, swollen in pure need as blood keeps filling it up.

“Come here…” he commands, pressing your chest against his. Your sex grazing the base, his tip covered by your pleaded skirt. “You can hump if you wish, too” he adds.

You nod, asking yourself if this is gonna become your next obsession… waiting for his warm blessing to wet your belly and clothes.

He kisses your lips and as he does so lustfully, he grunts in pure pleasure while he lets his urine flow. It is more than warm, being bestowed by his relief is like asking for a god’s favour to you. You praise this man, as you don’t praise no god. He is, to you, a supreme force of nature, with chocolate hair and sweet chocolate eyes, so powerful that even the most degrading act turns into something to be thankful for.

“It feels amazing, Aizen-sama…” you purr, as you begin to rub your labia against the endless fountain that’s his sex. A so personal and pure intimate moment, bonding in a so concupiscent form. It seems he is not stopping, feeling the drops form strings running through your hanging legs, forming puddles on each side of his throne.

“You like it, baby? We can do this every time you want, you know?” he moans, definitely weakened by how horny he is. Mind foggy, absolutely blank.

“Yes, Aizen-sama. I want it, please ~” you moan in his ear, as he now has finished and has lifted your ass to fall on top of his twitching dick.

Soon enough, and dripping wet, you begin to jump on his sex in a sweet and lustful career to make him come… 💖

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