#only urahara knows

[fevekko]

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[zabiume]

it's 2025 and orihime is still my favorite bleach character ever because of just. everything she is, all of it. from the very first peek we get into her life, we learn that she's so fundamentally unlikeable that even her parents despise her (a literal baby), and this pattern repeats yet again into middle school, where she falls victim to bullying. her own brother turns into a monster and resents her for trying to bounce back from grief. everything she does is wrong. even from a meta standpoint, orihime has never been widely liked, and even when she has, it's sometimes followed by a disclaimer or an 'i like her, BUT-" which is soooo congruent to how she is in canon as well? in a way, perhaps, no other bleach character is? what she is and goes through in-universe is exactly what she is and goes through out in the real world as well. of course, in canon as well as outside of it, there has always been a small group of people who fiercely love her too (in-universe, it's her friends, and outside it's...well. it's us, those of us who love her). but the point is. i've never seen a character who is so meta in her existence, who is always going through things on a double-layer - how other characters respond to her in the story vs how fans respond to her in their discourse. there's no separation from Orihime The Character (as she exists in text) and Orihime The Topic (the discussions we have about her as a character). there is a certain type of bleach fan who is a loly and menoly equivalent in the real world, there is a certain type of bleach fan who is a shishigawara/kon equivalent in the real world, there is a certain type of bleach fan who is an ulquiorra, challenging her worldviews, pushing her into corners to prove herself, and of course, there is a tatsuki or an ichigo, fighting for our lives defending her and it's just. so interesting. it makes orihime more real, more grounded to me than any other bleach character. how characters respond to her in the story is often EXACTLY how people respond to her in real life. plenty of times, we've gotten to see characters' inner thoughts and their POVs, but we haven't gotten much insight into the ways other characters see them, how they're perceived by several other characters, but orihime is. she is so discussed (BOTH by the other bleach characters, AND the fans), and the diversity of these discussions is so present too. her powers, her love life, her flaws, her personality,,,,,all of it is a major part of the storyline, as WELL as the discourse. it's inescapable. SHE is inescapable.

[urahara-lovepage]

bleach media literacy is actually just a measure of how you read urahara as a character

[acediaedeus]

feeling kind of bad, because I haven’t written a lot about Grimmjow :(( like, Ichigo obviously gets the majority of my attention, grimmichi is always there, but I’ve only ever really written one thing that could count as Grimmjow-centric. I need to do better.

a week has passed since I drafted this, and I finally know what to write about Grimmjow.

so, Grimmjow. fights Ichigo — sustains a lot of damage, gets attacked by Nnoitra — sustains even more damage, likely ends up burying himself in the sands of Hueco Mundo until his body stitches itself together, and promptly passes out.

but when he wakes up nothing is the same. maybe somewhere along the way Nel or Harribel and her Tres Bestias finds him and take him to the remains of Las Noches to get healed up. but that’s exactly the thing: Nel, not all the way herself yet, Harribel and that insufferable gaggle of lesbians of hers are the only ones that still remain. Aizen, Tōsen, Gin, other Espada, all of them are gone. and no matter how despicable he found them all, how their mere presence made his skin crawl, him borderline suicidal, and definitely homicidal, no matter all that, he mourns the loss.

Aizen’s out of some fucked up respect. Grimmjow hated him, feared him, sure, but he also saw Aizen as the one to grant him this strength he wields, the creator of the Sexta Espada, his God. obviously he wasn’t, considering what happened. or maybe Kurosaki was just more of a God than any man could ever hope to be. doesn’t matter, because Hollows don’t need gods, don’t need a deity to oversee their lives full of bloodshed and violence, so he lets that one go after a while. nothing to mourn in an oppressive wannabe god, trying to forge weapons out their souls.

the other Espada are harder. he hadn’t liked them, especially those below him. outright hated Ulquiorra and Nnoitra’s guts, grudgingly respected Harribel, tolerated Stark, avoided Barragan, but never liked them, they weren’t friends. yet despite all of that, it stung. they were his kin, they were there, they knew, he wouldn’t have to explain anything of what happened to them, they were familiar. all that he recognised was gone: Las Noches destroyed, every Arrancar, save for 5, wiped out, their “King” – hah, what a joke – dead or imprisoned or what-fucking-ever, it didn’t matter, not anymore. and that is what his issue was: waking up to realise he barely recognised the world around him.

this pushed him to search for what would feel familiar, feel like the Hueco Mundo he fell asleep in, the one he felt like he belonged. stupidly, illogically, orange hair and fierce amber eyes were what flashed in his mind immediately after he thought that. and no matter how dumb, no matter that every instinct in his body screamed to stay away from the creature that took down the one he thought to be untouchable, that’s what he went after. the asshole did promise him a fight.

only to be met with dull eyes that stared right through him.

[frogaroundandfindout]

Also,,,,wow. That’s was a lot

[the-narwhals-awaken]

Bloody Hearts Bingo Day 4

Prompt: First Kiss, General | Becoming friends with a physically affectionate person and growing accustomed to being touched

Ichigo was well aware that he was, psychologically, messed up. Normal people- especially teenagers- were not so comfortable with violence as to get jittery every time five days went by without getting into a fight of some kind, were not quietly thrilled with the scent of blood and the feeling of punching somebody and the sensations that came when your blade was singing in the air and everything was aligned properly to let you keep whirling through all who dared stand in your way in a bacchanalia of violence.

More importantly, most people his age were just fine with casual touch, not thinking at all about the sensation of skin on skin and remaining aware of the lingering scent for hours afterwards. Ichigo was well-aware about the hazards of touch-starvation, and while he wouldn't admit to dragging out a few fights for a bit longer than he strictly needed to to be able to touch somebody without worrying about any consequences he wouldn't deny it, either.

The biggest upside of what Urahara was doing- besides the food, besides the training, besides the way he actually answered questions without treating him or any of them like idiots for not knowing and just shared all the details they needed to understand properly, besides the total acceptance of the violence that had made its home in his soul- was the way the others were so much more relaxed now. Ichigo knew he'd settled significantly after settling in the Shouten as a second home, and it was clear in the others- Ishida looked less like a porcelain puppet, Inoue's masks were less manic and felt more genuine, and even Chad seemed more comfortable existing behind the sliding doors.

Touch was the biggest factor in that. Inoue and Chad were very touchy as a matter of being, and it hadn't taken long for Ichigo to lean into whatever they offered, and not much longer for him to figure out when either of them wanted or needed touch but wouldn't ask for it. Ishida had taken a bit longer to coax out of his shell, if only because he needed a bit more direct invitation, but soon enough he'd settle against Chad's side and the pair would spend an afternoon sitting in silence.

The thing was, Ichigo wasn't stupid. He knew Urahara was planning more than he let on- the 'supplements' he gave Chad, and eventually the rest of them, weren't the only thing he was putting in their food, and there was far more to his lab than he let them see. It just didn't seem as important- whatever he was planning, it was the cost for keeping him and his friends safe and sated and happy, and thus it was a cost he was happy to pay.

It wasn't just that that had him reaching out- mostly it was sheer unconscious habit to settle against whoever was closest, combined with the rattling hum of his spirits (there was something there that neither would tell him, but Ichigo was patient) whenever he made sure his scent was all over his people. Urahara's reaction was worth it to keep it up- the first genuine startle he'd seen on the man's face, staying put for long enough that Ichigo had been half-tempted to poke him to see if he was still alive before his mask had gone back up and the cheerfully irreverent shopkeep was in place again.

Ichigo was very pleased with how things were working out. Slowly but surely, Urahara was being folded into their group- mostly without his notice, either, if the way he still startled at casual touch was anything to go by. Whatever the scientist was planning, he was one of Ichigo's now, and everything else would sort itself out.

[white--moon]

That agreement is said like it's supposed to be something other than agreement. He's not quite sure what to do with it, other than make a face. He makes another, more perplexed expression when Ichigo says he's fishing. "I would just ask if I cared. I got all I needed to know about your interest last night when he said you dated and you didn't. I'm sharp, even when I'm buzzed." Not that it was a hard thing to take note of. Yuu didn't even seem that upset or surprised when Ichigo didn't know they were a thing. "Yeah. I mean. Not officially, remember? It's complicated. Besides, I don't wanna date Yuu. I might play with him now and then though. He was fun enough."

His jaw clenches and he stares out the windshield without fully comprehending what he's actually looking at. It would probably be a dangerous state to be driving in if he weren't so used to driving with half his sensibilities drowning in one substance or another. All the rest of his attention this time though is locked on the passenger seat. He doesn't look over, but he sees Ichigo shift from the corner of his eye, hears that broken sound he makes him. He shakes his head in a small, slow motion. "No, it's not. Nothing's ever simple." He wishes it was.

He scoffs and shoots Ichigo a skeptical look. "As if I've ever begged for anything in my whole life. Anyone who knows me knows that's a bullshit story. You're gonna ruin your reputation talking like that."

He understands what Ichigo's saying, he just doesn't care, so he says as much, "I don't care. Don't take a bullet for me. I don't want you to get hurt for me. What part about that aren't you getting? What happens to your sisters if you get killed? You know who notices if I get fucked up? No one. Business partners, addicts, people needing or wanting product or money. I get replaced, the city moves on overnight. Don't get shot for me. I'm serious."

To be fair, the only reason he inserted himself into Ichigo's attempt to pick Yuu up was because A) he just assumed they didn't know each other, and B) he fully anticipated that Ichigo would deck him and they'd get themselves kicked out of the bar after a few good hits. Ichigo's house for a threesome was not on his bingo card. Ichigo takes too long to say the rest of that, and the look on his face guts Shiro a little bit. He's not sure why. He shrugs. "No. Not really." As if he's ever needed permission for anything. "I'm sayin' if you don't want me doin' something, you should say so. If you got preferences, lay 'em on the table for me."

He arches a brow at that tone, looking out the windshield. "Yeah, babe?" He kind of expects that'll piss Ichigo off, but he's not worried about it. He's driving, Ichigo's bleeding. He makes another turn, heading further away from the bar and from Ichigo's apartment and into the seedier side of one of the business districts. "I'm just layin' the rules out. It'll be fine. I've been patched up there several times I still have all of my organs. As far as I know..." He shrugs. "Mine probably aren't worth anything though. Yours're way cleaner than mine." Ok now he's teasing. He laughs, "Get hurt in normal ways like normal people, and go to a normal hospital."

The question about his wellbeing is weirdly unexpected. It shouldn't be, he understands, but it is and it earns a moment of hesitation, before he defaults to sarcasm and humor. "Like physically? Peachy. You're not the first guy to throw me onto my back and dive on top. I'm not the one bleeding."

[electronicwitchcollection]

~*How they kiss*~

edited: I added Byakuya 🩵

Shinji

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

Gin

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

Shunsui

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

Urahara

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

Grimmjow

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

Ukitake

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

Kensei

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

Byakuya 

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

[aizenswhore]

Jealousy that drives them mad.

There is something about giving you oral, when you made them jealous, that will always tickle his pride. Watching you crumble under his touch, when his head is buried between your thighs, causes him an amount of satisfaction he would probably not be able to reach if your positions were reversed. He graspes one of your leg, draping it over his shoulder as you whimper and cry out his name, along with apologies from up above. He does not bother to reply, only sucking at your bundle of nerves and collecting your juices with his tongue. He laps at your core, ignoring everyone and everything, driving you to madness and exhaustion orgasm after orgasm.

Little do you know why he is torturing you like that, in the back of the bar you were clubbing at, where anyone could see you two in such a compromising position. He needs to punish you, he needs to show you that no one can go on his knees for you and make you beg him to stop for how good he is at overstimulating you.

He needs to make your standards higher in satisfaction so that no one will ever be able to gratify you like he does. He wants to ruin you for anyone else that might come after him.

But both him and you know one thing for sure: he is the only one for you.

GETO SUGURU, GOJO SATORU, NANAMI KENTO, AIZEN SOSUKE, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, UZUI TENGEN, SHUNSUI KYORAKU, MADARA UCHIHA, URAHARA KISUKE, SHOTA AIZAWA, LEVI ACKERMAN, DRACULE MIHAWK, ZORO RORONOA and your faves.

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[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

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

Format: short-imagines;

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

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

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Sosuke Aizen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gin Ichimaru.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Urahara Kisuke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You love that pervert shop-keeper so much.

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

[satsugacafe]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 (𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Aizen Sosuke, Kuchiki Byakuya, Askin Nakk Le Vaar, Urahara Kisuke, Jugram Haschwalth

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: So thrilled that I can finally release my first yandere piece for the character. Hope everyone enjoy!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: yandere content, possessiveness, manipulation, territorial behaviour, reader being threatened

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When your attempt at running away from your yandere lovers didn’t go as planned.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

❤︎ Aizen Sosuke

For starters, escaping is basically him committing to an illusion. In truth, you didn’t escape, only he allowed you to run off and give the impression that you got your freedom. The minute you ran out of the house, he alerted his network. Though it broke his heart to witness how you didn’t turn back when you ran out of the compound, he smirked knowing that you were coming right back. Every step you took only played into his grand design.

All those weeks of pretending to befriend him and playing nice just so he wouldn’t suspect your reason for wanting to up and leave worked in your favour… for a while. Aizen had left for a little business trip under his guise for new recruits, and you made the most of the opportunity. Freedom flowing through your veins, you were ecstatic to return to your former life, never looking back. You could already taste the sweetness of independence.

But it happened all too fast despite the months you’d been away. One minute you were opening your front door to greet your visitors, and the next, you were being carried over his shoulder as though you weighed nothing. His grip was ironclad, unyielding despite your struggles. He didn’t care about the tears you shed, all that mattered was you at his side, where you belonged. His voice was calm, yet it held a chilling undertone that made your stomach twist. “While I am disappointed you chose to leave me when my enemies are out there, I am happy to have you back. I’ve missed you, doll.” His smirk widened as he patted your thigh, his eyes glinting with amusement at your futile resistance. “But let’s not try this again, shall we? You wouldn’t like the consequences.”

Later, he’d sit you down, his hands gently cupping your cheeks, his expression deceptively soft. “You need to understand, my love. You are mine. There’s no life for you outside of me.”

❤︎ Kuchiki Byakuya

As an observant individual, he always has his eyes on your every move around the house and reading your body language the minute you decide to plan your escape. The thing was, Byakuya didn’t intervene, hoping that you weren’t so foolish to leave him, but you still attempted. It was the biggest mistake because you couldn’t make it out of your shared bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you were mentally counting down the days until you made your move to escape, all the while fighting to keep up the distant-loving lover act for him. Byakuya saw right through your schemes, but he didn’t know the exact moment you’d act. Would you dare to test him? Would you defy his trust?

Strutting into your room and sitting on the opposite end of the bed, he greeted you nonchalantly and began removing his shoes. The silence was suffocating, the tension thickening with each passing second until he finally spoke, his voice cold and laced with authority. “Whatever it is you’re planning, I’d drop the idea or unpleasant things might result from it. You’re not leaving me.” His gaze was piercing, holding yours captive as if daring you to challenge him. You didn’t know how else to respond other than to sit there, your heart sinking as the truth wrapped around you like chains.

He didn’t stop there. Byakuya stood and walked over to you, his fingers tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his icy stare. “Do not mistake my calm demeanour for leniency. If you attempt something so foolish again…” His unspoken words were chilling, but his touch was almost tender, a contrast that made your heart pound with fear and confusion.

❤︎ Askin Nakk Le Vaar

As another observant person who enjoyed acting dumb and fooling everyone, he had gotten the tip-off about you purchasing a plane ticket and decided to confront you. Aside from the many times, he came down harshly on you, he was too calm when he approached.

Standing before the door with your plane ticket in hand, waving it around like some prize you had to claim, Askin strutted over to you with a pout on his face. “I noticed you booked a flight out of the country but didn’t book one for me. So, I took the liberty of purchasing another so we can go together, less you wish to stay here?” Underneath those pouty eyes that turned into cheerful gleams, you would see the warnings.

The deadly glares that penetrated your soul without remorse. He was testing you, observing your every twitch, your every breath, to see your reaction and how loyal you were proving to be. Making the wrong move, and you had no idea what he would do. Make the right move, and you might be spared his wrath—but you’d never be alone again. “I hope you understand that you are mine, and you are not leaving me,” he said with his voice dripping with finality as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear.

When you didn’t respond immediately, he leaned back and tilted his head, his smile growing sharper. “I wonder what you were planning to do once you landed? Find someone else? Start a new life? How foolish,” he mused, his voice dripping with mockery. “You belong to me, and there is no escape from that.”

❤︎ Urahara Kisuke

He’s a lot more playful than the others. He’ll toy with you and give the opportunity to escape right before his eyes just to see what your decision would be. And to his best guess, you do escape which creates the game of cat and mouse, his favourite. Kisuke would chase you about and give you the false advantage that you’ve outsmarted him, but you only ran into his trap. You had never escaped him from the very start.

From climbing into the taxi to speaking to strangers, to the affordable house on the street, to the job you obtained, it was all his design, making you believe that you regained your wings. When he grew tired of waiting and watching and missing your company, one morning while you were walking through the streets on your way to work, he casually approached you with a pretentious pout.

‘Begging you to return’ didn’t even begin to describe it. He wanted to see you feisty, standing up for yourself just so he could clip your wings and squeeze you into his embrace. And he did. Wrapping his arms around you tightly, his fingers dug into your back as he whispered into your ear. Explaining everything from the very start to the end and watching your face fall, he felt pride surging in his heart. “You did so well, sweetheart, but I’m tired of playing and I want you back home. You’ve been free for too long.” His grin was sharp, his eyes narrowing as if daring you to protest.

As he dragged you back, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his breath ghosting against your ear. “Next time, let’s not waste so much time pretending, hmm? You’ll always come back to me, no matter how far you run.”

❤︎ Jugram Haschwalth

You have a running streak with ending up with manipulative and overprotective yanderes at this point because you should know that there’s no escaping this guy. Like the others, Jugram has his hunter’s instinct and knows that there is a difference in your behaviour. One day you began treating him nicely, making him breakfast, lunch and dinner or greeting him at the door when he returned from meetings and trips. He knew something was off and he was right when he decided to snoop around and discover your duffle bag filled with clothes and money.

You were attempting to leave him, and he did not appreciate your gesture. To think that after all he had done for you, this was how you repaid him. The betrayal stung, but it was masked by his icy composure.

The day you decided to make your move, panic consumed you at the disappearance of your bag. The slamming of a door alerted you to someone in the room. Swivelling around and coming face to face with Jugram silently fuming and your duffle bag at his feet, you froze. His normally calm demeanour was fractured, his blue eyes blazing with a cold silent fury. He was itching to let out his anger but knew it would end terribly, so he simply stared, his cold gaze locking you in place.

“I hope I’ve made myself clear. Never a next time,” he warned lowly and dangerously, the restraint in his tone more terrifying than any shout. His presence loomed over you, suffocating, as you realised there was no escape from him. Ever.

He stepped closer, his voice softening but losing none of its edge. “Do you know what happens to people who betray me?” he asked, his tone almost conversational. “I’ll forgive you this once, but if you ever try something like this again…” He let the threat hang in the air, his piercing gaze doing all the talking.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @edensrose

©satsugacafé 2025: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[arabella0001]

bleach men eating you out - part 1

characters: urahara kisuke, aizen sosuke, kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyōraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez

part 2: ichigo kurosaki, renji abarai, tōshirō hitsugaya, uryuu ishida, byakuya kuchiki

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

kisuke

kisuke is unpredictable—one day, he surprises you with aphrodisiac chocolates, the next, he has you bound and edged until you’re crying, and on another, he acts like none of it happened, making love to you as if those other nights were just in your head. but the glint in his eyes and the way his rough touches feel at the end always give him away.

“tsk, tsk, y/n, do you always have to be so feisty?”

his tongue moves skillfully, teasing, only to stop suddenly. he plays it cool, pressing soft kisses to your thighs before sinking his teeth in just enough to make your hips jolt.

“kisuke, i swear—”

before you can finish, his tongue is on you again, eating you so well that the words die in your throat. your breath catches, your whole body tensing from the swelling intensity.

“oh god, oh god—”

he doesn’t stop until your rippling orgasm is all over his mouth, slipping down to his chin.

aizen

you are not prepared for the torturous night ahead if aizen has decided to eat you until you break. he edges you mercilessly, over and over, until you can’t even beg anymore—your body too drained to move.

“please… aizen… please…” he starts slow, laying you down in your shared bed, making you cum from just his fingers and do it at least twice before he finally loses control. by the time he grips your thighs at the edge of the bed, that knowing, sinister smile is already on his lips.

“you’ve turned me into something… beastly, dear.”

and then he eats you out so deeply, that all you can see, all you can feel, is him.

“aizen—i love you so much, i love you, i love you—”

you pant heavily, eyes squeezed shut. he pauses for just a moment, letting his fingers trace slow, taunting circles around your clit, drinking in your desperation.

he chuckles. “how sweet… your desperation makes me crave you even more.”

he lives for this—for seeing you completely undone beneath him. and because you’ve been so obedient, he decides to reward you.

grimmjow

grimmjow has experience—too much experience—and it shows in the way he refuses to stop, dragging you into another orgasm just because he wants to. you’re already at your third when you try to push him away.

“s-stop—p-please, no more—”

he barely even acknowledges you, his sharp grin never fading.

“huh? what was that?” his pace never slows, his fingers gripping your thighs to keep you still. “you knew what you were getting into, woman.” he pushes you past your limits, your legs trembling violently from pleasure and exhaustion. tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“now scream for me, brat,” he growls. “let me enjoy myself.”

kenpachi

kenpachi is starved.

when you’re in his hands, you don’t know if you’ll make it out unscathed—or if you even want to.

he usually chains your hands above your head, the cold metal bars of the bed frame biting into your skin, a blindfold wrapped securely around your eyes. like this, he can feast on you in peace, drinking in every single one of your screams as if your pussy is a meal meant only for him.

“music to my ears, darling. now, show me what you’re made of.”

his mouth is ruthless, his long tongue dragging over every inch of your pussy with an almost lazy ease. his teeth graze your clit just enough to send a sharp jolt through your entire body. "don't make me tell you again, woman."

he likes it when you try to squirm away. he loves it when you realize you can’t.

shunsui

shunsui might seem like a lazy lover, but the truth is, he could spend hours between your thighs if you let him.

no, scratch that. he does spend hours between your thighs, overstimulating you until your body is nothing but pure sensation. he makes it his mission to have you pussy riding his face at least a few times a week.

“mfpmm—mfpmm—” your voice is muffled, your body trembling as you grind against his mouth. you’re so close—so ridiculously close—but your body aching from the intensity of it all and the pent up tiredness.

“you’re doing perfect, sweetheart. just one more—let go for me.” his big hands grip your thighs, guiding your movements, helping you find the perfect rhythm. you try to hold on, but it’s all too much. your fingers clutch the headboard, your back arching as you cum in his mouth, shuddering against him. he hums in satisfaction, licking his lips. “mmm… just one more, darling. you know i love the way you taste.

[cheshiresense]

" Kisuke's observant as fuck and Ichigo's actually really bad at staying away from this one mad scientist who created him and weaponized him and pointed him at the enemy but also followed right after him [...]. So even a hundred years in the past was never going to prevent Kisuke from gravitating to Ichigo" - I'm sorry, I'm just imagining Kisuke's confusion at the odd Shiba and the mental acrobatics he is doing to understand him. Hiyory just want them to fuck and put her out of her misery

Hiyori is the real MVP, enduring all the bullshit at the Twelfth, especially when Kisuke stops only obsessing over science and starts obsessing over science and the crazy Shiba constantly breaking into their compound and dragging Kisuke out of his labs for a spar or lunch or whatever like it's his right, and Kisuke just lets him. The day her dumbass captain starts skiving off work to stalk the kid is the day Hiyori pulls out the rulebook to check up on the laws for fraternization (thankfully few, subjectively speaking; disturbingly few, objectively speaking) and also the laws on making eyes at a kid from a noble clan (varies depending on the clan, although generally speaking, no officially recorded spouse has ever been from the Rukongai, and they're all the result of one political arrangement or another; the Shiba Clan's the best about it in that their members in the more recent couple hundred years were at least allowed to choose their own match and bring them home for approval, and the clan head and elders were generally agreeable about it so long as there were some benefits involved).

Now Hiyori doesn't know much about her dumbass captain but she's pretty fucking sure he's not only from the Rukongai, but he's also a former assassin and a creepy scientist and has like nothing going for him except a captaincy he doesn't even seem to care about. His social skills are in the dumps, his capacity for honesty and moral integrity is next to nonexistent, he's a workaholic who enjoys dissecting corpses for breakfast and stashing the parts in the freezers next to the ice-cream, his right-hand scientist is a clown with even less morals than him, and he may or may not be holding an unrequited torch for the Shihouin clan head. 0/10 would not marry. Shiba Kaien would have to be mentally deranged to agree to this match.

The thing is though, she's also heard stuff about the newest Shiba, one of them being that Kaien has zero control over him. The guy will do what he wants and damn the consequences, especially when those consequences would probably be things he allegedly doesn't care about like cuts in clan stipend allotment and disownment. Also, Kaien's a soft touch and likes this new cousin a lot and would most likely yield instead of push the point if Shiba Ichigo really insists.

So basically it all comes down to what Shiba Ichigo wants, and Hiyori's pretty damn certain she can take a good guess. She's less certain her dumbass captain can, but she thinks it means something too that for the first time since she met him, Urahara's actually taken interest in something outside of his research.

Beyond that, she doesn't actually care enough to matchmake or whatever. The Shiba kid can get Urahara out of his labs and even into his office to work on his paperwork, if only so he'll have it out of the way when Ichigo swings by, and that's all she cares about. She just wants to make sure this whole thing won't blow up in their faces and possibly get Urahara demoted because she'll be damned if she has to field another new captain, one who might be worse than her dumbass captain, which she would've said was impossible even just two years ago but she has unfortunately met Kurotsuchi now.

Everything is in line with the rules though so that's that. She has no interest in sticking her nose any farther into whatever's going on between those two, even if she does wish they would hurry up and get their shit together because her dumbass captain is kind of gross every time Ichigo is in the vicinity and he gets all sparkly-eyed at him.

[my-my-my]

KINKTOBER DAY 15 - Voyeurism: Sosuke Aizen x Female Reader

Summary: You had some nerve to reject invites to a kido practice session hosted by Squad 5, led by Lieutenant Aizen. You looked at him like he was some kind of aberration, and never understood how someone could be “so nice” like he was. Well, your friends thought it would be a good idea to sign you up for practice, and you’re learning firsthand just how “nice” Lieutenant Aizen really is.

TW: “work place” bullying, oral sex (male receiving), degradation, humiliation, voyeurism, abuse of power. Aizen using kyoka suigetsu to gaslight reader.

Word count: 3989

Read on AO3.

The first time Lieutenant Aizen sees you, you have a soft smile on your face. You’re attentive, patient and gentle with the flower arrangement you’re creating as Captain Unohana instructs you and a few others.

He notices you because you remain unphased by his appearance at the ikebana session, while your classmates begin to fawn and stare adoringly at him as he apologizes to Captain Unohana for his intrusion. Lieutenant Aizen glances at your moribana-style arrangement. Your shallow vase propping up deep purple irises.

“Captain Hirako sends his regards, Captain Unohana. These documents require your signature.”

Captain Unohana gives him a gracious smile and accepts the paperwork, as he makes his leave. But still, you don’t look up at him. Your eyes are focused on the vase in front of you.

It  surprises him, but he waves goodbye to the students, taking note of you who only smiles at the flowers.

The next time Lieutenant Aizen sees you, you’re at the Great Archives, head buried deep in an older textbook on kido. Your eyebrows are furrowed as you have your scroll next to you, taking quick notes.

“If you’re interested in practicing your kido, you’re welcome to attend the sessions hosted at the Squad 5 barracks.” Lieutenant Aizen whispers to you, a cheerful smile on his face. You look up at him and he’s surprised to see unfamiliarity dawn your face, as your eyes quickly dart to his lieutenant’s badge on his upper arm.

You quickly shook your head, “no, but thank you for your offer.” You hastily rebuffed him, as you went back to your textbook.

Lieutenant Aizen was again, surprised by you. He narrowed his eyes, before relaxing slightly.

“The offer still stands.” He calmly says, his glasses picking up the light – making his expression unreadable to you. “We host practices on Tuesday and Thursday evenings.”

You nodded your head but quickly shooed him away as you tried to concentrate on the text in front of you. Lieutenant Aizen walked away from you quietly, yet garnered attention from fellow soldiers scattered through the shelves as he walked by. You perked up at the sudden influx of mumblings and shushing noises.

Some were quietly greeting him; others were blushing from being acknowledged by the lieutenant. You watched in curiosity as to how he interacted with people.

But once he was gone, some of those “fans” of his turned their attention on you.

“How could you be so rude?” One sneered.

“He invited you to practice! I bet you didn’t know Lieutenant Aizen is one of the best kido users in the Gotei 13.” Another soldier responded smugly.

You sighed, there was no reasoning with people like this, so you bluntly told them the truth. Putting on a cheery smile, you said, “oh trust me, I know of Lieutenant Aizen and Captain Hirako’s sessions, but it’s embarrassing, you know? My kido skills are really subpar, I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of them.” You meekly replied.

The two people harassing you gave you a side eyed, but let you be. You picked up the textbook and concentrated on the text once again.

It didn’t take long for Lieutenant Aizen to figure out what squad you belonged to. You were the recently demoted 3rd seat to 4th seat of the 12th division. Under the previous captain, Hikifune, you served as a 3rd seat, but once Urahara Kisuke accepted his promotion, he rearranged his squad.

Aizen watched with amusement as you struggled to chant a flurry of hado spells. He had skimmed through your dossier – you were an above average student at the Academy, excelling in hand-to-hand combat, and to his surprise, kaido. You were initially recruited under the 4th division, then received a promotion to 3rd seat under Captain Hikifune, but now were demoted once Urahara became captain. For all your strength in martial arts and healing, you struggled to create offensive spells that matched your power.

After months of observation, Aizen was amused at your continuous rejections to his practice invites, while repeating the same mistakes in your self-taught practice. He would find you incessantly pouring yourself over textbooks and scrolls, a concentrated look on your face.

And yet… you continued to refuse his help.

The opinions of ants didn’t matter to Aizen, but it annoyed him that you were quick to dismiss and rebuff him without any consideration. Aizen frowned to himself as he continued to watch you butcher mannequins with haphazard hado spells.

To almost everyone in the Gotei 13, Lieutenant Aizen held a standard for how a soldier should act, of how to be strong, kind and capable. Yet you looked at him with disdain. It bothered him like no other. And you had the audacity to act like that when you struggled with a simple hado 30 spell?

Aizen was done watching you for the day. He had more important things to deal with. Watching you struggle and fail was nothing more than to pass the time.

“Your kido hasn’t improved yet?” Your friend asked, as she found you in your usual corner of the Great Archives.

You frowned, hearing her comment. It wasn’t like you weren’t trying! “It’s not coming to me for some reason. I can weave kaido spells with ease, and bakudo spells are getting much better, but hado is another thing entirely.” You sighed, slumping into your seat.

And just like clockwork, Lieutenant Aizen spots you in the library… again. You grumble to yourself, as your friend’s eyes widen in shock. Lieutenant Aizen approaches the two of you and again, offers a training session.

But unlike the other times, your friend speaks for you, “oh she’d love to! She’s been telling me how much she’s been struggling with hado spells for months now.”

And with that charming smile of his, Lieutenant Aizen laughs politely, “I’ll tailor the session to suit your needs then.” He says to you.

You don’t say a word though, as you glare at your friend instead. You don’t hear the two of them exchange pleasantries, but once he’s out of earshot, your friend gushes about him.

“He’s so nice and handsome.” She says, with a dreamy tone in her voice.

“Too nice for my liking.” You grumble, as begin putting your books away.

“Too nice? Why is that such a problem?” Your friend sighed, as the two of you head out the library.

“I don’t know!” You snap, “no one can be that nice to everyone.” You remarked.

“But he isn’t that nice to everyone.” You friend stopped in her tracks, “I’ve seen how he interacts with his Captain. They tend to butt heads a lot.” You raised your eyebrows at the fact.

Granted, you didn’t interact with a lot of captains to begin with since Captain Hikifune got promoted, so it wasn’t something you would have been privy to.

“That seriously can’t be the reason why you look at Lieutenant Aizen like he’s some demon.” Your friend laughs.

You rolled your eyes, “well pardon me for not falling for the ‘nice and handsome’ Lieutenant Aizen.”

Your friend blushed in response, “you can be such a bitch sometimes!”

You let out a loud sigh as the hot spring water soothed your aching joints. Weeks had gone by since you began attending the Squad 5 training sessions on kido. You closed your eyes as the water washed over you, as you recalled your training. You had met Captain Hirako a handful of times now, an interesting Captain with a Kansai-ben accent. It took you by surprise at first, but he had a sense of humour and his lessons were engaging to a degree.

You actually looked forward to his tutelage more than Lieutenant Aizen’s… but you slumped into the water, as your arm tingled with pain. Lieutenant Aizen was tougher than he looked.

Or maybe that’s just to me… you mused. You weren’t sure if it was some bizarre flavour of favouritism. The lessons as of late, left you in a state of humiliation. Lieutenant Aizen was kind, thoughtful and patient with all the other soldiers, but with you, there was a vacant look in his eyes, or amusement as you butchered another incantation. And then there were the passive aggressive remarks that would give your class a bit of a laugh…

“Nice, my ass.” You muttered, as you remembered yesterday’s session. He had made an example out of you, as he wanted to demonstrate how to weave hado spells and hand-to-hand combat.

Well, you were an expert in hand-to-hand combat, and you had gotten better at certain hado incantations. Lieutenant Aizen had called other soldiers before for demonstrations, and he was gentle and patient with them as they nervously recited spells.

But the demonstration with you was… mean. Lieutenant Aizen had no qualms in belittling you and besting you. It was humiliating because you knew he was holding back. What you had felt was just a smidge of his actual power.

And it scared you.

You also remembered the tight grip he had on your forearm as he helped you, all the while remarking that “maybe it’s best to have academy students teach you.”

You couldn’t look at him in the face after that.

The humiliation still lingered in your mind, as you felt an uncomfortable sensation spread through your body. Lieutenant Aizen’s quips and taunts made you scared, and to your own shame, aroused. You rubbed your thighs together, hoping the feeling would dissipate, but you could hear his voice so clearly in your mind. You rolled your nipples between your fingers, before sending one hand down to your pussy. But before you would do anything further, you heard a twig snap.

You steeled yourself, pulling your hand away. You were determined to improve your kido. You would wipe that smirk off Lieutenant Aizen’s face and earn the praise you rightfully deserve.

“Hello… are you there??” You friend swam to you. You were completely oblivious to her entering the hot spring.

“Oh sorry, I was just lost in thought.” You gave her a half smile.

“No, don’t mention it! How are the kido sessions?” Your friend grinned. Your friend looked so excited and expectant... maybe to hear praises of Lieutenant Aizen.

You couldn’t look at her in the face though, as you stared at your reflection in the water.

“It’s… going. Captain Hirako’s pretty funny and has a lot of tips to share.”

“Ok… and Lieutenant Aizen?” Your friend asked.

“Oh well,” your face grew hot as you remembered the cold stare he gave you yesterday. Or the way his eyes flashed dangerously at you as you accidently hit yourself with a spell. “He’s tougher than he looks.” Was all you could say.

Your friend looked disappointed briefly, before flashing another smile at you. “Well that must mean he wants you to improve, right? I heard good things about his class from other people.”

“Y-yeah.” You stuttered meekly. “He can just be a bit intense, I guess.” You murmured, still avoiding your friend’s gaze.

“Maybe you can ask him for one-on-one sessions?” Your friend mused, “I’m wondering if the group format doesn’t work for you. You did do well in independent studies at the academy.” Your friend said softly.

“I don’t think that’s the reason” your friend looked dejected, “but – but maybe it’s worth a shot!” You said reassuringly, trying not to disappoint your friend. “I’ll ask him after my session next week.”

Aizen watched with amusement as you botched another hado incantation, earning the laughter of your fellow soldiers. It was certainly fun these past few weeks, watching your haughty attitude towards him break bit by bit with his true personality trickling through the sessions.

But today would be another shift in his plan for you. While you thought you were alone at the hot spring last time, Aizen cloaked himself in the adjacent pond, watching you bathe yourself. He couldn’t help but smirk as your eyes darted around, seeing if anyone was around, as you gently squeezed your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples. Aizen could see your legs spreading apart as one hand left your breast.

But then the sudden snap of a twig had you close your legs, then moments later, your friend entering the spring. You looked preoccupied with something else, as your gaze looked vacant, while your friend called for you.

Then came the interrogation on why you haven’t been improving. You tried to explain to your friend why you were struggling. The way you avoided her gaze, the way you brought your towel closer to your body, as if a shield to protect you from the mental humiliation. Aizen wanted more from you.

Would you gather the courage to ask for a one-to-one session with him tonight?

He looked at you coldly, as you avoided his gaze. To his disappointment though, he  saw you leave with the others at the end of the session. Maybe you weren’t as bold as he thought you to be.

Aizen made his way back to his office, not far from the kido training grounds. He felt the familiar feeling of your spiritual pressure approach his door, “you can come in.” He said calmly.

“Lieutenant Aizen! I – “ you quickly shout, entering his office. He took of his glasses as he approached you, cleaning the lenses with his uniform.

“Yes?” He answered indifferently, as your eyes widened in shock over how sharp his eyes were without his glasses. He smirked at you, but you couldn’t help but look away from his intense stare.

“I was wondering if you had time to arrange some one-to-one kido sessions with me?” You asked, as you bowed your head.

You heard him chuckle above you, “sure – but you could wear clothes while you ask me.” Lieutenant Aizen grinned menacingly, as you yelped in horror.

Why am I nude?! You panicked, as you tried to cover your body. “I – I was wearing clothes!” You said in haste, your eyes darting around to see what had happened.

Then you had the faint voices from outside Lieutenant Aizen’s door, “I heard there was a streaker that entered the barracks!” One soldier clamoured. Your face dropped in colour.

Lieutenant Aizen gave you a look over and you felt weak. There was a look in his eyes that you didn’t recognize, but before either of you could say anything, he pushed you away from his door.

“Lieutenant Aizen, sir! Did you see a naked woman pass by?” One of the patrolling officers asked.

You watched Lieutenant Aizen fake a shocked look on his face, “no I haven’t. Is everything alright?” He asked politely.

“We heard reports of a naked woman running through the barracks. She went passed your office, but nobody else has seen her.”

“I hope you find her then. She must not have gotten very far if she’s nude.” Lieutenant Aizen remarked, softly. “I hope she’s alright.”

“No worry, sir! We’ll be on the lookout. Thank you and enjoy your evening.” The two soldiers said, as they went back to their search.

“You really are a pitiful thing, aren’t you?” Lieutenant Aizen murmured as he walked towards you. “Don’t tell me that interaction aroused you.” He leered, as you yelped. Feeling the familiar, warm sticky feeling between your legs.

What the hell is going on? You continued to fret nervously, unsure of how to leave without your clothes. “Lieutenant Aizen – sir,” you pleaded, “could I borrow a uniform?”

“And why would I do that?” He smirked, as his eyes traveled down your body. “You really are a pathetic little thing.” Your eyes widened in shock as he weaved his hand through your hair, gripping your scalp. “I can’t leave you in such a state.” He mockingly said, the grip on your hair getting tighter.

“It’s no problem, sir!” You whined, unsure of why your body was acting such a way. This couldn’t be Lieutenant Aizen, could it? You shut your eyes as you winced from the pain.

He was nice to everyone, but you.

He was patient to everyone, but you.

And he was generous and helpful.

… but not to you, especially in this moment as ran his thumb over your lips.

“You truly are awful at hado spells.” Lieutenant Aizen said calmly as he pushed you to your knees. “Is there any actual thought in that head of yours?”

“I – I’m getting better, aren’t I?!” You tried to defend yourself, but you felt your knees buckle under fear.

“If the misfiring of spells and butchering of incantations is what you call improvement, then,” Aizen pushed you down to your knees, forcing you to look up at him, “your mouth and arms need practice.”

Panic fills you as you feel glued to the ground, unable to get up. Your eyes wander to Lieutenant Aizen as he pulls out his soft cock from the confines of his uniform. You watch in fear as he pumps himself slowly, before placing his cock head on your lips.

“Well, if you want to practice, show me how much you mean it.” Lieutenant Aizen grinned viciously, tapping the tip of his erection on your soft lips.

You gently take him into your mouth, as you try to relax your mouth. The lieutenant holds your head in place as he pushes you further down his cock, forcing your mouth open wide. He looks down at you as you struggle to take him. You wrap one hand around the base of shaft as you begin to bob your head along his cock.

“You know…” Lieutenant Aizen says, as you struggle to suck him off, “I saw you at the onsen the other day.” He grins at you as your eyes widen in surprise, “you seem to enjoy playing with your breasts.” The grip on your head is tighter as he shoves his cock further down your throat, forcing you to choke. “Why don’t you show me what you were doing?”

You look up at him in horror, but the immediate need to please rushes through you, as your free hand pinches and rolls your nipple. Lieutenant Aizen lets go of your head, forcing you to pull away from his cock. You whimper as you pinch your nipples.

Lieutenant Aizen gently kicks your legs, trying to spread them apart, “you were also about to do something else before your friend came in.” He said, as you expose your slick cunt to him. “What were you thinking about?”

You tightly shut your eyes as your hand travels to your pussy, your fingers grazing softly along your clit, “I was thinking about” you whimper as you circle the entrance to your pussy, “how I haven’t had sex in so long.”

“Is that so?” Lieutenant Aizen says, tapping your face with his hard cock. “Then why did you look so embarrassed?”

You winced at his words, as you gently push a finger inside you. Lieutenant Aizen looks down at you expectantly.

“I can’t!” You cry out, pulling out your fingers. Lieutenant Aizen crouches down to floor, as he grips your face in his hand.

“Your wet pussy is making a mess in my office floor.” He squeezes your face tighter, but continues on, “and you’ve drooled over my cock. Yet you’re too embarrassed to share?”

You bite your lip, wincing as you feel his warm finger push its deep inside your pussy. “I was thinking of having sex with you!” You yell.

“That’s the first good thing to come out of your mouth.” Lieutenant Aizen smirked. Standing back up, the lieutenant places his cock on your face, your eyes looking up at him with eagerness, “let’s see if you’ll continue to improve.”

You’re jolted awake at the sound of your name and Lieutenant Aizen staring at you in his office. Your body feels hot and your face red.

“Is there anything I can do for you? You’ve been standing there for five minutes.” Lieutenant Aizen says softly, concern evident in his voice.

What the hell? You look around the office and barracks in confusion. Your uniform intact and still on your body.

“What time is it?” You asked, worry filling your voice.

“It’s a little past eight thirty in the evening.” Lieutenant Aizen looks at you with surprise. “Our kido training session finished half-an-hour ago.”

“Did I – did I say anything else before you called my name?”

“No, you just got here and stared at my door.” Lieutenant Aizen shook his head, “are you sure you’re alright? I can take you to the Squad 4 infirmary.”

“No! That’s ok! I’m feeling fine.” You quickly said, trying to diffuse the situation. “I just got disoriented for a moment.” You tried to laugh it off, but the worry on the lieutenant’s face remained. You weren’t comfortable seeing a concerned look on Lieutenant Aizen’s face. “I came here because I wanted to ask you a favour.”

Lieutenant Aizen raised his eyebrows, “sure?”

“Could you train me in hado spells on a one-to-one level?” You asked nervously.

Lieutenant Aizen gave you a gentle smile, “close the door and let’s talk about this more privately.”

“Wow, you’ve improved so much!” Your friends exclaimed as you showed off your improved hado skills. You grinned as you neatly hit the target on the mannequin with ease, and without an incantation.

Your friends clamoured around you as they praised you for your skills.

“Those sessions really help, huh. Lieutenant Aizen seems really nice.” One friend remarked, as they looked at how clean the spell had hit the target.

You shook your head, “I wouldn’t say he’s nice…” you say hesitantly, your mind recalling everything he put you through, “but Lieutenant Aizen really makes you work for it.” You explained. “I understand why he’s famous for his kido skills.” You murmured.

But before you could say much else, a hell butterfly landed on your shoulder. You read the message and shook your head. “Well, I still have some ways to go. I have to get going now though, more lessons.” You sheepishly explain, bidding your leave.

You find yourself in front of Lieutenant Aizen’s office once again. Your body is filled with trepidation as you wonder what mood the lieutenant would be in.

You hear him say your name, prompting you to enter the room. You immediately fall to your knees.

“You’ve made some improvement on your hado.” Lieutenant Aizen says out loud, as you eagerly await his praise. “It’s still an embarrassing sight though for someone who’s been tutored by me.” He says with an offhand tone, skimming through various papers he needed to sign.

“But I’m getting better!” You pleaded, worried what lies in store for you now.

Lieutenant Aizen rolls his eyes and gets up, standing over you. You can’t read his expression from the glare of the light. “No, the only good thing you can do with your mouth is suck my cock.”

You lower your head, embarrassed to at wanting to please him.

“No matter, tonight you’ll be learning something else.”

You snapped your head, confusion spreading all over your face, “but my bakudo and kaido skills are fine.” You explain.

“We won’t be doing kido practice today.” Aizen remarks, as he heads to a low seated table. “Let’s see how your calligraphy skills are.”

“Oh, I really enjoy callig –”

But Aizen interrupts you by pulling out.. your egg-shaped vibrator. Your face grows hot as you remembered looking at it during a quick solo trip to the World of the Living and buying it immediately. Lieutenant Aizen smirks as it whirrs away in his hand.

“You’ll be practicing your calligraphy, with this inside your wet cunt. If it’s acceptable, I’ll let you cum.”

You shift nervously in your spot, fidgeting your fingers trying to get them to warm up. But once you collect yourself, you stare at him, “I accept your challenge.”

Lieutenant Aizen's grin widens at your words.

WE'RE HERE. IT'S OVER. THANK YOU FOR READING!!

I initially had a plan to write an AU Aizen committing voyeurism and stalking, but I thought (as a challenge to myself), to write something with in somewhat in canon. I think Lieutenant Aizen still is hot-blooded enough to get annoyed by someone butchering and rejecting him (Captain Aizen is more ✨mature✨ instead), so this was a fun concept to write! It didn't go quite the way I planned (I always limit myself with what I want to write), but I also wanted to wrap this up.

Thank you to everyone who has read this, left likes, reblogs and/or comments! I really enjoyed writing this - it was a great experience to challenge myself with. I'm less likely to write one for 2025, but we'll see what the future has in store.

The title from this chapter is from Djedjotronic's "Take Me Down", specifically the mix used by Boys Noize in his Boiler Room set in Liège!

[the-narwhals-awaken]

Bloody Hearts Bingo Day 2

Prompt: See Ya, Whump | Ghosts won't stop bothering them till they're properly put to rest

For all that Kisuke pretended he had not a single care in his life, his regrets weighed him down quite a bit. The thing was, they were far fewer than most presumed.

His career in the Onmitsukido- long, bloody, characterized by him applying every scrap of genius to the art of killing people as quickly or as slowly as he pleased- was merely a step on his path to where he was, an inevitability that had been directed by people who at least cared for the collateral and a useful way to develop a sense of control over his and Benihime's sadism and vicious curiosity. The only things he considered 'regrets' from that time of his life were the times he'd been sloppy, mostly just considerations about the things he'd done before he'd grown wise and skilled enough to know better. There were a few hints at being so bound to the Shihouin, about how he'd been so desparate to keep Yoruichi that he'd nearly sworn some very unwise oaths, but those were almost-regrets, things that he couldn't really bring himself to regret despite how unwise they were.

The incident with the Visored was almost one of them, for it was one of his largest mistakes and one that he had not yet been able to put right. However, that was more for the sloppiness that led to it and the sheer clumsiness of letting so many bystanders get caught in a situation that should have been resolved much quieter and quicker. Betrayal was difficult to see, especially since Kisuke had hardly been welcome in many social situations and thus had no idea of typical behavior for any of the parties involved, and he refused to regret the Hogyoku itself, the culmination of years of research and innovation, pushing the boundaries between what could be and what was till they flexed and gave way.

No, Kisuke only had three regrets that lingered, three ghosts of his past that haunted him no matter how he attempted to exorcise them. The only way to exorcise them was death, but even Kisuke- bloody-handed Kisuke and his Crimson Princess- could not kill so freely, not without work to ensure that worse things would not arise.

The first and oldest of his ghosts was his father. Kisuke had never known him, not properly, but he had been created with purpose and abandoned it, sent down to the Seireitei to learn in ways that could not have happened while he dwelt with his mother and never returning. His father lingered, bound and broken and bleeding, and his almost-corpse kept atrocities turning, kept the gears of the worlds jammed and necessary progress from happening while also ensuring that histories were forgotten, crumbling into ashes. Kisuke had been born to kill his father, his King, and though he knew he would be hated for it he still sought to do so.

The second of his ghosts was his brother. Another relative Kisuke had never known, most of the way dead for most of his life and only beginning to properly recover around the time Kisuke had been exiled. Cursed and bound and driven mad, hurt by the Shinigami even worse than their father had been, Kisuke had mourned the brother he'd never known and grimly prepared for the one he had. Part of him yearned for the chance to have another akin to him, who would understand the drive to remake the world, the urge for more, the way that even hiding they were never quite what they were pretending to be. The rest of him hated him, just a little, for all that he'd had that Kisuke himself never did- memories of their father when he still lived, pieces of him by his side, loyal allies and appreciation and audalation and all the social things Kisuke had convinced himself he didn't need. Part of him still wanted that appreciation for his work, though, or at least any sort of positive attention for being who and what he was. Kisuke was already bound to be kin-killer, at the end of things, and he would let his brother rest from his cursed, maddened state, freeing him and ensuring his own loneliness.

The third of his ghosts and the only one he felt no guilt over planning to kill was Aizen. The guilt curled a little stronger around him because part of it was Kisuke's own fault. Part of it was Aizen, of course- Aizen had stepped onto his path long before Kisuke had gotten involved, and would have stayed fixed on his attempts to reshape the worlds to his will. Still, Kisuke had assisted him on his path- pushing him towards his own Hogyoku, letting him get a hint of the Throne and its curse, gently diverting some suspicion and attention away from his work, distracting Shinji from a few of his suspicions. Part of him would always consider- what if he hadn't? What if he'd realized that Aizen had gone mad, that his perception of the world as it was (so crucial for illusionists) had shifted a few vital degrees, that he was no more a functional candidate to at least stabilize things after he killed his father than his father was to maintain the worlds as they should be? He'd gone mad in his own way, lost in his own worlds, and for that and for the crimes he continued to commit Kisuke would ensure he died.

Despite everything he said about cultivating them for themselves, for the chance to look at four unique specimens (and that was true, in a large part- just not as much as he'd like) Kisuke knew that part of why he'd taken a liking to Kurosaki-kun and his friends was the chance to turn them at his ghosts. Aizen first, of course, simply because he was the most immediate threat, but his brother was hardly alone and Kisuke knew he was no match for him face-on- one did not become a warlord capable of matching and nearly beating Yamamoto in his prime without being unskilled in all manners of weaponry. It would take a great deal of power to reach his father, too, tucked away in his Palace and guarded by his last living kin, and though Kisuke refused to admit it even to himself unless it was the dark of night and he was alone in his labs, the children could serve as replacements- and do it gladly, if Kisuke played his hand right. He refused to admit it, and yet kept pulling the strings- no option was too far, in the end.

[tossawary]

I'm just letting "Bleach" play in the background while working on other things, but every once and a while, I look up at the screen in honest surprise. When Ichigo and friends go to the Shibas to get into Seireitei, so they can find Rukia and save her from execution, the Shibas are explaining how their firework cannon works and Ichigo basically says, "Wait, how do you channel spiritual energy?"

Made my brain go "?!?!?!" Ichigo is INVADING SOUL SOCIETY and HE CAN'T EVEN CHANNEL SPIRITUAL ENERGY. He's such a hothead! People in Soul Society are used to people looking younger than they are, so they're probably assuming Ichigo is older than he is, and I NEED them to get more context for this hothead (15-16 years old and just learned to channel spiritual energy yesterday), so they can properly go, "What the fuck."

Which may happen? Because Ichigo will INTRODUCE himself to anyone who asks. "My name is Kurosaki Ichigo and I only trained for ten days with Urahara Kisuke," he says to the Squad 11 guys. ICHIGO?!?! Don't tell them your NAME?! If you manage to break Rukia out and run away, they'll be able to FIND YOU and your FAMILY in the living world now? (Okay, to be fair, I think Renji and Rukia's brother already know his name and they definitely know what town he lives in.) Does Urahara KNOW you're telling random people his name? What if they go burn down his shop and try to execute him next? (Good fucking luck to those soul reapers trying to bring Urahara in, honestly, but Ichigo doesn't really know that.) Urahara has KIDS, man.

(While trying to get his soul reaper powers back, Ichigo assumed it would be easy to fight Urahara because he "wasn't a soul reaper". Urahara showed off his zanpakuto and I'm pretty sure that Ichigo STILL doesn't know that Urahara is a soul reaper / was a member of Seireitei, because he apparently at no point seriously asked what Urahara's deal was?! I think Ichigo might still think that Urahara is, like him, a "normal person" who just happens to have spiritual powers.)

Ichigo is so lucky that he's like that fucking video game meme. "Wait, how do I channel spiritual energy again?" -> Ichigo killed his first enemy! -> Ichigo is on a rampage! -> Ichigo has achieved god-like power! -> "Never mind, guys, I figured it out."