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jplupine · 1 year ago

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Day 20: Sosuke Aizen ~ Enemies

Pairing: Sosuke Aizen x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3k Date Published: October 20, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Dom!Aizen, Exophilia, Size Difference, Blood/Injury, Choking, Power Play, Degradation, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Biting, Hate Sex, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Creampie, Dub/Non-Con Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Aizen also uses term likes '(little) rabbit', 'dirty little thing', and 'feral little twerp' to refer to Wynter. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: What's a little hate fucking between enemies?

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I'd gotten in way over my head.

I knew that for certain when I was slammed against the wall, my cheek and chest pressed against the cold surface, and my sword clattering across the floor somewhere behind me. Warm breath hit my cheek as I snarled and struggled to free my arms currently being pinned behind my back. My bottom lip was throbbing and bleeding, and I could already feel the ache of several bruises forming.

I'd made the stupid mistake of coming inside this building after seeing glimpses of what I thought had been a monster. And, indeed it had been a monster, just not the kind I had been thinking of.

"Don't worry. I won't kill you now. That would be such a waste." He muttered while smiling with fake pleasantry. "But you did find me sooner than expected."

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh, I know who you are....Wynter." How he said my name made my skin crawl. His pale eyes sitting in pools of black seemed to look right through me as he leaned in a few inches closer. "I've had my eye on you for some time. A real up-and-comer, you are. You see, your growth has been of interest to me."

He was close enough now that I reared my head back to headbutt him. However, he'd seen it coming and caught my head before I could hit him. His hand fisted in my hair and slammed my head back against the wall.

I groaned from the throbbing pain, and he held my head there as I cringed.

"I know you're not stupid enough to think you'll win here." His tone went flat. "And I'm not stupid enough to let you loose so easily."

"The fuck do you want, Aizen?"

"Oh? Know my name, do you? I'm flattered." He then softly sighed and tapped a finger against my head. "What I want is for you to continue growing. You'll accomplish great things, Wynter. For me especially."

"Fuck you. I'd never do anything for you."

"Not yet. You'll come to see things my way eventually."

"In your dreams." I threw back my hips to ram into him, and he grunted from the heavy impact. He loosened his grip enough for me to slip free, and when I twisted around, I saw the only reason that had worked was due to the fact that I'd ended up hitting his dick in the process.

Aizen was hunched over while clenching his jaw and holding himself. When he looked up at me, he was pissed and didn't hide it. I took my chance, grabbed a steel bar laying out from construction, and swung it.

The bar landed heavily against Aizen's cheek, causing his head to snap to the side. Aiming it for his glowing chest next, he caught the bar and snarled. His other hand shot out and caught me around the throat.

The bar clattered when he threw it to the side. Aizen lifted me off the ground as I clung to his wrist and kicked my feet. He held me out far enough that my kicks didn't reach.

"I didn't think you'd go for such a low blow." All three of his eyes were narrowed at me, and I scoffed.

"If fighting dirty means I get out alive, I'll fucking do it." His hand squeezed, and I snarled while trying to pry off his fingers. My back hit one of the tables littered with scraps and supplies hard enough that I grunted.

Aizen's free hand reached toward my face, and I turned away as much as I could. He roughly grabbed my jaw to swipe his finger over my chin. His hand pulled away, and I saw the blood on the tip of his finger.

I watched as he then proceeded to lick the blood off his finger, smearing red across his tongue as he smirked.

"I said I wasn't going to kill you, Wynter. I said nothing about hurting you. And, my, don't you taste divine?" Aizen purred while giving me a condescending look. And I knew I should be more concerned with figuring a way out of this, but his handsome face and tone made something stir in my gut. When he licked his lips didn't help, either.

I raised my leg to kick him, but him grabbing the back of my knee killed all the power behind the kick. Aizen's smirk fell as he looked down at me.

"You're powerless, and yet you keep trying." He squeezed his hand around my throat for emphasis, and I coughed. His head then tilted as his gaze wandered over me. "Hm. I can see why he calls you a little rabbit." My brows furrowed with confusion. "One of my subordinates that I have keeping an eye on you. The nickname he's given you is quite fitting; So small, kicking about, and even how your heart races. All so much like a caught rabbit. I guess that would make these your floppy ears." Aizen leaned forward to catch my leg on his hip so that he could grab one of my pigtails without getting kicked.

He seemed amused now as my hair slipped through his fingers.

"What a soft little rabbit." He was enjoying toying with me and flaunting his power. I grabbed his wrist to push his hand away, and he only twisted his arm to switch the hold. My hand was now pinned to the table, and he leaned down with his long hair spilling over his shoulder.

Aizen licked the blood off my chin before looking at me through half-opened eyes. The corner of his mouth curled up in a small, cruel smile.

"How interesting."

"What? That you're a fucking weirdo?" I snapped, and he squeezed his hand around my throat to cut off all airflow.

"I'm the weirdo?" He mused with a hum. "I'll let you in on something, Wynter. Since fusing with the Hogyoku, I've reached heights you could not fathom. And that includes my senses." His tone lowered as he brought his hips closer to mine, making me feel his half-hard cock. My eyes widened as heat flooded my cheeks, and his grip loosened enough to let me breathe again. "I can smell your arousal, little rabbit." He then licked the cut on my lip, making me wince from the sting of pain.

"Bullshit!"

"Oh, we both know it's true. You reek of hatred and arousal." Aizen spoke low as his lips were only centimeters from mine. He ground his hips into mine, and I jolted while taking in a sharp breath. "Such a dirty little thing, you are."

"Fuck you!" I snarled, and he chuckled.

"Very well." He let go of my wrist and undid the button of my jeans. He felt me moving to attack him, but he squeezed my throat again until I couldn't breathe. "Come now, rabbit. You've already been caught. In more ways than one, might I add." Aizen smirked while yanking my jeans down.

With my pants now at my knees, he leaned against the taut material to force my legs up, essentially trapping them against his sides. I punched him across the cheek, but the position I was in didn't allow for a full-force blow. Aizen only laughed while pressing his fingers between my thighs.

"You truly are multifaceted, Wynter." He didn't have to strike back because his fingers feeling the wetness of my underwear was enough to make me feel as if I'd been slapped. Internally yelling at myself to stop lusting for the hot bad guy never worked.

I could only guess my body's response was like an anger boner. It wouldn't be the first time I felt the urge to fuck someone I hated, but the other time hadn't included a literal fight with a mortal enemy. It also pissed me off how much Aizen was enjoying this purely for the power dynamic.

It was clear that I was weaker than him in every way, especially since I couldn't keep my rage boner in check. Maybe if I masturbated more, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

Aizen ran his fingers over the wet fabric of my underwear before ripping them off. I grunted from the harsh tug against my hips before the seams tore.

"My, my. It's like you're begging for me." Aizen cooed while looking down between my thighs. His fingers slid between my lips and pulled away with clear fluid stretching between his fingers and my pussy. "Perhaps I should tell my subordinate of this. He might be interested in playing with you as well."

"Tell anyone, and I'll kill you." I snarled while digging my fingers into his wrist.

"You should watch how you speak to me, Wynter. I could just as easily change my mind about keeping you alive." Aizen lightly squeezed my throat for emphasis before his fingers pushed deep inside me.

Clenching my jaw as my head fell back, I could feel my nipples hardening from his thick fingers stretching me open. He hummed to himself while slowly stroking as he watched me. Aizen curled his fingers, and I took in a sharp breath.

Each curl got him closer to the perfect spot until he finally found it, and my back arched off the table as I muffled a moan through clenched teeth. He pressed against that spot each time now just to make me writhe while trying so hard not to give him the satisfaction of knowing it felt good. But no matter how many moans I swallowed or bit back, he still knew from how I twitched and squirmed beneath him.

Aizen's face appeared over mine when he finally pulled his fingers free, and I was shocked when he kissed me. His lips were soft and warm, but I was stubborn. I bit his bottom lip as hard as I could and tasted blood.

"Ah!" Aizen pulled away as he bled, and his nose twitched up into a snarl. His tongue ran over his already healing lip before he snapped his hips forward and roughly sank his cock balls deep. I cried out from the suddenness, then looked at Aizen with a heated glare full of hatred.

He'd somehow rid of his clothes while I was distracted, so I now saw the expanse of his smooth skin and muscles with the Hogyoku glowing in the center of his chest.

"What an intoxicating scent." Aizen cruelly smirked. "All that anger....frustration....lust.... And how you took it all on the first try." He chuckled while rutting his hips for emphasis.

"I hate you!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"I don't doubt it." His hips rocked back before slamming into me hard enough to rattle the table. Aizen struck deep, shaking me to the core as his hand on my throat made it feel even better.

The scattered items on the table jolted with each heavy thrust of Aizen's hips. He didn't care about being gentle since this had no niceties tied to it. We weren't lovers in any meaning of the word, we were enemies through and through with the intention to harm.

My pussy just couldn't get its act together and stupidly continued to leak with arousal while every strike of his cock sent shocks of pleasure through my nerves. I hated it. I hated him. But it felt so good.

"You're a disgrace, Wynter. Look at you. Pinned, legs spread, and getting fucked by me." Aizen was grinning as he looked down at me in more ways than one. "And you like it."

"Go fuck yourself." I panted as my brows deeply furrowed from trying so hard to contain myself.

"Well-" He leaned forward to shit talk more, but he was cut off by a heavy-handed slap across his face. The sound of it echoed, and Aizen angrily flipped me onto my stomach with one arm pinned against my back before he thrust inside again. The new angle and pressure against my lower stomach made it too much, and I moaned.

Fingers curled around my already aching throat and squeezed as hot breath hit my ear. His hips smacked against my bare ass as slick smeared across my thighs.

"You're such a fucking brat." He growled into my ear. "Although....now I know you'll be harder to break than I expected."

"What's wrong, Aizen? Can't take a hit from a mere mortal?"

"Your attempts to fight back are only amusing for so long. I also don't enjoy being struck in the face repeatedly." Aizen fucked me harder as if to retaliate against me hitting him, and I felt my knees weakening as the table held up my weight.

"I-It's what you deserve." I grunted as my hands balled into fists.

"You're dripping wet and have the audacity to continue acting this way?" Aizen snarled.

"The fuck were you expecting?" I panted while struggling to move since the position he had me in limited my range of motion. "For me to squeal and beg for mercy? As if."

"Mmm. I still might get you to squeal." His tone dropped before he let my throat go to fist his hand in my hair. He pulled to jerk my head to the side, and I felt his lips on the side of my neck. Aizen kissed and bit, adding intermittent stings to mix in with the pleasure.

The table continued to rock as his dick pistoned and rammed my hips into the edge of the table, making the corner dig into my skin over and over again. I could feel more bruises forming, and I tried even harder than before to not moan. I bit my lip until it was bleeding again from the scab ripping.

Aizen licked up the side of my neck as a shiver went up my spine. He then pulled away while keeping me pinned against the table. His grip in my hair tightened before he tilted his hips and slammed into a spot that made me see stars.

I was moaning before I even realized it, and Aizen chuckled.

"There it is." He cooed and struck the same spot repeatedly. The sick, slick sounds filling the half-constructed room mixing with my own moans echoed back to me and only pissed me off more.

Aizen let go of my arm only to bring his hand down harshly on my ass. The smack made me jolt, and the sting told me it was already turning red.

"One for each offense sounds adequate, don't you think?" He questioned before spanking me again. I cried out and flipped him off from over my shoulder as my nails dug into the table. Aizen clicked his tongue at me in a disapproving manner. "That'll be another one." Another smack, and I clenched my jaw.

My ass was hot and stinging with each hit and no relief. My traitorous pussy didn't care and just kept taking the entirety of his cock while dripping with arousal. And to make matters worse, my neglected clit was throbbing.

"You're shaking so much, little rabbit. Are you getting close?"

"No!" I tried to sound as vicious as possible, but my voice cracking ruined it. Aizen chuckled in amusement and squeezed my aching ass in his palm. I grunted with my hands balled into tight fists with my knuckles turning white. "And don't f-fucking call me that!"

"What? Little rabbbit? But it suits you so well." I could hear the smile in Aizen's voice. His hand released my hair to grab my throat once more, and he pulled me back against his chest. My fingers tried to pry his hand away from my neck to no avail. "Relax. It'll be over soon, you feral little twerp." Aizen reached around with his other hand, and his fingers slid between my thighs. My body clenched when he rubbed my clit, and it was then that I heard him grunt right into my ear.

Looking up at him, I saw that his eyes were closed as his mouth hung slightly open from his panting. He may hold most of the power in this situation, but not all of it.

I reached back with one hand and grabbed his ass, causing him to jolt and buck his hips. I pulled him closer with each thrust as my nails dug into his skin enough to make him hiss through his teeth. Aizen squeezed his hand around my throat again, but this time it wasn't to cut off air.

He added more pressure with his fingers, and pleasure was exploding through my body as I shuddered and moaned. My nails dug deeper into his flesh while he continued to fuck me without mercy. He muttered such hateful words in my ear between grunts, feeding into the rage-filled lust and his own ego.

I felt the knot in my gut yank loose as I moaned and shivered. My orgasm was a relaxing heat flooding my veins while Aizen kept thrusting until he couldn't take much more himself. My body clenching and shuddering around him was the last straw.

His cock spilled cum deep inside as he twitched and groaned low near my ear. Aizen gave a few shallow thrusts before pulling out and shoving me onto the table again. Panting, I barely caught myself as a mix of bodily fluids were leaking down my thighs.

"I'll be seeing you again soon, Wynter." Aizen's smooth voice came from over me as he dug his fingers into the aching red marks on my ass. I hissed in pain and swung my fist around only to see the bastard was already gone.

Spitting blood onto the floor, I had to lean against the table from how weak my knees were. Heavily sighing, I laid back on the table to catch my breath. My entire body ached in different ways, but I couldn't fully relax as some of the things Aizen said still lingered in my mind.

Even if he was now gone....I now knew he had someone watching me this whole time. Was that subordinate watching now? Fuck, that would be humiliating even more.

Wiping a hand over my face that was covered in a thin layer of sweat, I swallowed. I wasn't sure if Aizen's parting words were warning of another fight to come, or him planning another session of hate-fucking. Either way, I didn't plan on having a repeat of what happened today no matter how good it felt.

I was going to kick his fucking ass.

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aizenswhore · 1 year ago

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His lap is your throne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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muzansfangs · 11 months ago

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

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

Format: short imagines;

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

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

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Sosuke Aizen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There you were, ready to drop the bomb.

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

Congrats, Aizen.exe stopped working.

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

“Robert” he repeated flatly, clearly unamused.

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

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

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

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

They were hilarious, according to him.

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

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

His jealousy was skyrocketing.

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

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

Shunsui Kyoraku.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not having it”.

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

Urahara Kisuke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Byakuya Kuchiki.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had sent it to Byakuya.

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

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

Gosh, did that make you wet.

AUTHOR NOTE.

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

Until then,

X O X O

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sashi-ya · 2 months ago

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

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

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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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unohanasblade · 1 month ago

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The cute little girl misbehaved.

Synopsis: you messed up a pretty important dinner with your partner’s boss and it’s only fair they now take it out on you. Maybe you learned your lesson, or maybe you will keep on misbehaving to get another ride on their wicked carousel.

Warnings: fem!reader, vaginal sex, use of dildo, vaginal penetration, gagging the partner with a rag, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, spit as lube, vaginal fingering, public sex, manhandling, oral sex (fem!reader received it), rope as a restrain for your wrists, the partner is described with they/them pronouns because it could be either a woman or a man.

N.B: the list of characters I’ve thought about is at the bottom of this post.

Those luscious lips glistened under the silver rays of the moon, as your partner loomed over your frame to let you see what a mess you had made of their face. Your hands binded behind your back restrained your movements, your body their canvas to paint. You felt two digits probbing at your soaked entrance, circling your velvet cavern before sinking into it. You had lost the count of how many times you had seen the stars that night. Literally.

“You’re dripping”.

Their voice made you flinch, toes curling as you silently pleaded them to finally fill you up. You squirmed around, tears prickling at your lashes and copiously streaming down your cheeks, hoping they would finally fulfill your desire to feel them deep inside of you. No mercy was reserved to you and your doomed soul, though. You were at your limit, writhing like a leaf before a stronger gust of wind blew it off of a naked branch of a tree. Naked on the porch for everyone to see, you hoped people were fast asleep and not roaming down the streets at such a late hour.

A slap onto your oversensitive pussy made you whimper out, their fingers slipping out of your core to spread your labia. You felt something warm dripping over your pubes and dribbling down to your puffy lips. Saliva, it was their saliva. You stayed silent, watching them smearing it over your clitoris in circular motions. You began to whine, biting onto the rag they had shoved into your mouth because you weren’t apparently obedient enough to shut up.

“I won’t fuck you, if that’s what you wish for. You don’t deserve it” they said coolly, hand reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. You knew what they meant. They desired nothing more than stuff you full, but you had really crossed the lines earlier. They had asked you to behave, the dinner you had attended was important for their carreer. And what did you do instead of sitting at their right and limiting yourself to listen and eat?

You had tried to catch their attention by flirting with their future boss.

Furious beyond your imagination, they had been taking out their frustration on you since you had stepped back into your house. You mumbled a protest, as they sat behind you and pushed you forward harshly. Your cheek met the hard wood, probably a bruise was about to form on your cheekbone, greeting you in the morning. A slap on your rear made you jolt forwards, muffled whimpers leaving your throat, until you felt them shove something deep into your pussy. Your eyes widened, the stretch leaving you out of breath as you wriggled your waist to manifest your discomfort.

“Seven inches of dildo and you whimper out like a cat in heat. Insatiable, my lil’ slut who doesn’t know how to keep her legs closed” they reasoned, slipping the toy out only to leave the bulbous tip buried into you, before slamming it back inside wholly.

Your cunt clenched around the length, sucking it in, your thighs trembling while your ears were pierced by the obscene squelching sounds of your hole being brutalized. They scoffed, spreading your ass cheeks to have a better look at the toy disappearing into your pussy, stretching it so deliciously in front of their cold eyes. You didn’t expect them to reach their hands out and untie your hands, but when they told you the reason behind that gesture, you didn’t hesitate to comply to their request.

“Keep your cheeks spread, I need to see how you cum” they ordered you, watching how your tiny hands grasped the swells of your cheeks and kept them apart for them to admire their sacrilegious work of art.

The toy was pushed back deep into you fluidly, no resistance coming from your inner walls, while your hole accomodated to its size immediately. Delight washed over your body, eyes screwed shut, whilst you bit harshly onto the rag in your mouth. You were on the brink of coming undone and they knew it. The fine art of breaking you down and building you up afterwards was thrilling. Admittedly, they awaited for you to disobey them for relinquishing the sight of you whimpering for them, sprawled over the nearest surface like a meal for them to feast on. They wondered how far they could push you before you broke. But after all it was enough.

They thrusted the dildo into you harder, stimulating your g-spot on repeat, until they spotted your arousal gushing out of your abused, wet channel, causing the dildo to sprarkle under the natural illumination provided by the satellite up in the night sky. You never disappointed them, they had to admit it. But this time, they changed their mind: you needed to learn your lesson. When your back arched, manicured nails they paid for digging onto the plush of your ass, they pulled the dildo out. A sticky mess of your arousal and their spit poured out of your opening, pooling onto the ground underneath you. You were a messy girl, panting, unsatisfied, craving your incoming orgasm. But you didn’t get to bask into the blissful feeling of the after sex sensation.

They stood up, looking down at you with disdain clouding their eyes over “Stand up, dear. It’s time to go to bed” they cooed, opening the front door behind them and watching you shoot a desperate glance at them. They ignored your cry for help, just like they neglected you when you tried to convince them to fuck you on your shared bed.

“Bitches don’t get to cum”.

characters i thought of: dracule mihawk, toji fushiguro, unohana retsu, nico robin, suguru geto, sosuke aizen, muzan kibutsuji, shinobu kocho, zoro roronoa.

credits for the heart-shaped banners: @cafekitsune

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rheseoneseon · 3 months ago

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“A good relationship is like a game of chess; the Queen should always protect her King.”

- Ann Voskamp

Credit goes to @valartrion2, go check out their other arts!

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pin-k-ink · 24 days ago

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COLLATERAL DAMAGE ★ AIZEN SOSUKE FT. ICHIMARU GIN

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

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

wc ➵ 6.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What did you do to her?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sleep well, Gin."

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

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dark-konohagakure2 · 12 days ago

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just aizen and baby trapping... can you see the vision... just him being a yan and breeding his squad member bc she keeps going agasint his word, aizen doesnt want her to ingure herself, after all aizen needs her for his plan..

tw: noncon, breeding, baby trapping, manipulation, power imbalance, abuse, size difference, humiliation, forced orgasm, sensory manipulation

All characters depicted are 18+

Aizen is a very calm man, frighteningly so, it would take the most dire of dire circumstances for him to so much as break a sweat, let alone lose his cold composure. Very few things irritate him, although insubordination is one thing he can't stand for, especially if it's continuously being done by the same person over and over again.

Normally Aizen would murder or mentally break anyone who'd dare to defy him, but he can't do that in this special case, this minion of his is required for his grand plan, and losing her would be a minor setback, a slight annoyance even. She's a tiny piece in his vast puzzle, but even the absence of the smallest of pieces will make the picture look incomplete. So instead of murdering or imprisoning her, Aizen has a different way to force her to remain by his side.

Aizen could easily just use his ability to instil feelings of adoration into her, but that would be too easy, not very fun for him. While usually a very serious man, Aizen does desire some recreation from time to time, and he isn't fully immune to desiring pleasures of the flesh, and if he can use those pleasures to ensure his plan stays on track, then Aizen will gladly indulge himself on her.

Aizen doesn't need to worry about getting her alone, he knows Las Noches inside and out, so if he needs to find her, he'll do so very quickly, whether she's preoccupied or not. Aizen's expression is unreadable, he's smiling like usual, but it doesn't reach his eyes, it never does reach those cold, calculating eyes of his. His touch is deceptively gentle yet firm as he holds her in place, his words as vague as usual.

"Why are you so insistent on defying me, hmm? Are you perhaps upset about not having enough responsibilities in my ranks? Well don't worry, I'll give you the most important responsibility of them all..."

His vagueness doesn't last very long when his intentions become very clear, as he pulls down her underwear, keeping her in place with his superior strength and size. Aizen is only doing this to remind her of his authority and to give her his 'responsibilities', but that doesn't mean he can't have a bit of fun with it, cruelly mocking her for being such a silly girl in thinking she can defy him without consequence, his mockery of her not stopping when when he's balls deep in her.

He isn't gentle, but he isn't rutting into her like an untamed beast in heat, he's not a simpleton who thinks with the head between his legs, instead he'll move at a pace that's somehow both too slow and too fast at the same time, the tip of his long cock brutally poking against her cervix with each thrust as he prepares to bestow her with his progeny.

Somebody walking in on them is a very real possibility, in fact she won't even know if someone is able to see them or is watching them, because Aizen will manipulate her perception to make it impossible for her to see anybody but him, so she has no clue if they're alone or surrounded by spectators. He's feeling especially cruel, so Aizen will tell her how good a show she's putting on for his Espada, even if they're completely alone.

There is one word that can be used to perfectly encapsulate Aizen's entire being: manipulation. Aizen can manipulate people with both his words and his Kyoka Suigetsu. In this case, Aizen will use his Kanzen Saimin to control not her mind, but her bodies reactions. He won't tell her that he's controlling her body of course, letting her believe that she's cumming uncontrollably on his cock all on her own.

"My my, cumming again are we? Your mouth might lie, but your body certainly doesn't... This is precisely why you're more suited for breeding than fighting."

Aizen will walk away from this lovely little encounter feeling very accomplished. Not only did he put a wayward puzzle piece back into it's proper place, but he ensured that it stays there permanenty. He doesn't really care about having a child, children aren't very interesting for him to interact with, but she certainly needs a baby in her fertile little womb, it'll do wonders to keep her compliant.

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brittscafe · 1 year ago

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request for f! Reader who's in love with aizen but he never notices her and after his betrayal, she gives up on him, and that's when he kidnaps her. 😶 NSFW pls

Ohhh, yes of course!

Dumb. You feel beyond dumb and betrayed. You are head over heels in love with Aizen Sosuke, the entire Soul Society knew that. He never seemed to notice you or even look in your general direction.

It killed you and after his betrayal to the Soul Society, you decided that you were going to give up.

You throw the stack of papers on your desk and let out a heavy sigh. Panic floods your body as a hand clamps your mouth and an arm snakes around your waist.

You squirm against your attacker and your words become muffled against his hand.

"Shh...it's just me," his deep voice whispers in your ear. Your eyes widen and your heart drops.

Aizen Sosuke.

He slowly raises his hand from your mouth and you turn around, facing him. You stare at him, mouth gaped open and knitted eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" you mumble out, shaking your head with confusion and denial.

"I've come to take you back with me. You didn't think I'd really leave without you, did you?" he blinks innocently and your eyes widen.

"Back where?" you ask with confusion.

"But, I-" you start to speak, when Aizen gently presses his lips against yours. Your eyelids flutter closed and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

By the time you open up your eyes, you're in a whole different place.

You are definitely not in the Soul Society anymore. Your eyes dart around the bright white room where a large throne sits above you.

"Where are we?" you ask curiously.

"Las Noches. Home of my Espada army. Welcome, y/n," Aizen chuckles out, holding out his hand. You grab onto his hand and he leads you over to the side where there's a staircase leading up to the throne.

"You have a throne?" you scoff out with disbelief as the two of you reach the top.

"Take a seat," he demands with a low, threatening tone. You gulp and sit down on the cold throne. You slowly sit down on the throne and Aizen cups the back of your head, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

He lowers himself down onto his knees and your eyes widen. His hands grab onto your pants, tugging them down your thighs and pulling them off your ankles.

"Aizen, what are you doing?" you ask, furrowing your eyebrows together. He licks his lips at the huge wet spot in your underwear and he lets out a low chuckle.

"You know back in the Soul Society, those wet dreams, I gave you those. Watching you squirm and call out my name in those dreams made me feel...amazing. Now, you can have the real thing," Aizen explains, fingers hooking underneath your underwear.

He slowly pulls down your underwear and lets it fall over your ankles, discarding it where your pants are. Aizen's hands spread apart your thighs and your cheeks fluster.

"Aizen! What if someone walks in?" you ask, your stomach twisting into uneasy knots.

Of course, you've wanted this for years, but the embarrassment of someone walking in and seeing you commit such vile acts makes you want to disappear.

"So? Let them," Aizen shrugs his shoulders, speaking with a carefree tone. He rubs his thumb along your clit and dips his head down, running his tongue over your folds.

"Aizen," you moan loudly and he smirks against your core. He slowly sinks his fingers inside of your pussy and you cry out with pleasure as they curl up against your g-spot.

His thumb is still pressing down on your clit, electric waves of pleasure ripping through your body. His thick fingers explore your walls and prod, causing you to moan.

Aizen's slides his fingers out from your pussy and you whine at the sudden coldness. You frown, confused as to why he stopped. His hands latch onto your waist and you cock your head.

Aizen easily flips you over and places his hand on your head, pressing it against the throne.

Your head is pinned down to the throne and you whimper, feeling Aizen pressing his erection against you. His cock wants to spring free and be squeezed by your cunt.

"This is what you've wanted, right?" he whispers into your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

"Yes, please!" you squeak out. You hear his pants drop to the floor and a shiver runs up your spine. Aizen spreads your asscheeks apart and lines his cock up with your entrance.

With one swift thrust, he's inside of you and you're a moaning mess.

Aizen's eyes are locked onto your ass jiggling with each rough thrust, watching his cock slide in and out of you. The way your walls clamp around Aizen's length makes him groan loudly.

"It's like you were made for my cock. Can I ruin your pretty pussy?" Aizen whispers into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. You whimper and nod your head.

"Yes, please," you beg him. His thrusts become rougher, literally pounding into you from behind.

He snakes his arm around your waist, slamming you back onto his cock. You moan loudly and pant heavily, feeling your release come closer.

"A-aizen!" you cry out, clutching onto the throne for dear life. Your body is pushed up against the throne, cum squirting out from your pussy.

Aizen's eyes widen as he feels your warm juices coat his cock and his thrusts become slower. His cock starts to twitch inside of you as your body becomes pudding in his arms.

He thrusts inside of you and his body hunches over, cum shooting out from the head of his cock. He groans heavily and rests his head on your back.

His hand runs up your spine as he slowly pulls out from you.

"Why did you bring me here?" you ask curiously, turning your head and gazing over at him. Aizen smirks wryly and cups your jaw.

"You know...every king needs his queen. You are coming to become the queen of Las Noches by my side."

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my-my-my · 29 days ago

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

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

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

Word count: 3588

Read on AO3 here.

Aizen hates this.

No, he loathes this.

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

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

He wanted to pour the bottle over your head instead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Especially you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aizen fucking hates you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sosuke glares at Kisuke but says nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#bleach #aizen sousuke #urahara kisuke #aizen sosuke #sosuke aizen #kisuke urahara #aizen smut #bleach smut #bleach fanfiction #bleach x reader #urahara smut #urahara x reader #aizen x reader #aizen x reader x urahara #aizen x you #urahara x you #a writes #kinktober #kinktober2024

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ladiesdective-blog · 18 days ago

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Bleach Links

MDNI!! CW: pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links (PLS know these characters are age up I do not do minors)

Ichigo Kurosaki

Grimmjow and Ichigo fighting over you

He saw renji talking to you

You came over to his house

You had to keep your voice down

He hasn’t seen you in awhile

You were taking a shower

Renji Abarai

He saw you talking to Ichigo

He took charge

You kept teasing him

He missed you

He wanted to taste you so bad

Pounding into you

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Teaching you a lesson

How hard he’d pound

Taking his anger out you

Pounding you from behind

Bite marks

I can just see it

Sōsuke Aizen

Punishing you

You interpreted his studies

Teaching you a lesson

Helping him after a long day

How’d he tie you up

I can just see it

#bleach x reader #grimmjow smut #ichigo x reader #sosuke aizen #renji abarai

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aizenswhore · 11 months ago

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Unhinged men that put you above anything else and anyone else. Men who will gladly take you dancing, making sure from afar that no one bothers you while you practically own the dance floor. He is not into dancing, he is just into you and he wants nothing more than for you to have fun safely. He is not bothered by your revealing dress, he even covets the way other men gawk at you. They can stare, but not touch. You are his and the predatory eyes he shoots towards you from across the dance floor.

Unhinged, as aforementioned, to the point that while he is sitting at the counter on the bar area, ready to buy you a drink for when you’re coming back to him, he agrees to the coquettish offer of a girl to buy him a drink. Why? Because she shall learn a lesson.

As she is busy ordering the drink, he subtly gestures for you to join him. When the barman slides the drink and slice of lemon towards him, he graspes your jaw roughly and makes you bite the lemon in front of the stranger who had dared to flirt with him. Smashing his lips onto yours, he sucks the lemon juices off your mouth and lips, tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you with pride, before finishing off his drink in a single motion.

“Shall I fuck her in front of you?” your boyfriend taunts the girl, causing your cheeks to heat up, while his hand practically gropes your ass in unadulterated hunger.

You are flustered but aroused by his total lack of decency, but you love it, you love him. You love him in that moment and when he cannot wait to reach your bedroom, fucking you roughly onto the couch of your living room. He is obsessed with you. Just get it inside your head.

SUGURU GETO, SATORU GOJO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, Zoro Roronoa, Ace, SHANKS, URAHARA KISUKE, Gin Ichimaru, AIZEN SOSUKE, Zaraki Kenpachi, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, Douma, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

Credits for the banner: @cafekitsune

Main account: @muzansfangs [I will definitely expand this scene in a one-short or a story, because why not]

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muzansfangs · 1 year ago

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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.

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