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I’D DIE FOR YOU (AND I HAVE). ( s.a. )

sousuke aizen & black!fem!reader.

cw ━━ ! minors, blank and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is portrayed as a black woman but you do not have to imagine her that way. using this map of the seireitei as a reference (i searched high and low for a consistent accurate one but it was hard). the first half is set pre-ryoka invasion / pre-soul society arc. the second half is aizen-centric (from his pov told from the 3rd person) and set post-tybw arc, years after he was sealed away in mugen, also including mention of events from vol. 1 of can't fear your own world (a light novel that's post-tybw & can be considered canonical); so all this being said: SPOILERS i guess???? of course you're welcome to read if you don't care about spoilers! somewhat based on 'die for you' by the weeknd & even more loosely based on 'dark red' by steve lacy. contains themes of heavy-ish angst, existential crises (?) & inner emotional turmoil within reader + aizen (separately). descriptions of character death, blood and violence. descriptions of manipulation/mind games. aizen is an unkind man. proofread (i did my best).

word count ━━ 11k

notes ━━ ! the way this fic was supposed to finished a month ago...but life once more gets in my way. and the way that it's this long....i anticipated the max being 10k but i greatly underestimated how long it would take to flesh out my idea. anywho i'm somewhat reentering my bleach era again. i’m not sure what it is but character analyses in the form of fanfiction is my jam rn like i really enjoyed writing this (i got tired of the length by like... 7k words lmao) but i like how this turned out. i've watched & read quite a bit of content that provide explanations as to why aizen is the way he is so i wanted to try my own portrayal of that in the context of canonical events. how i characterized him here is partially inspired by a fic i read about him last year so shout out to them for their support :D i hope i've depicted and humanized aizen well ♡. reblogs + commentary are heavily appreciated!!!!!

THE PAD OF YOUR THUMB SLOWLY glided against your bottom lip, the lingering aftertaste of jasmine tea still on its surface and on your breath. The absentminded motion of your thumb caressing your mouth, as if in deep contemplation, continued as you stared at the clock hanging on the wall above you.

It was past eleven, and the midnight hour only continued to draw near as time sustained its temporal march. And there you sat at your desk, floating in the limbo of your mind that was filled with hesitancy and admittedly, budding anticipation.

Your gaze lowered to the now empty porcelain cup, nothing remaining of its contents except the shriveled remnants of herbs and a few wayward drops of the brew.

Your senior comrade, captain Sōsuke Aizen, was correct in his prediction that you'd take a liking to its floral and delicate taste when he gifted you a jar full of the jasmine tea leaves as well as other ingredients.

The captain of Squad 5 seemed to be correct about a lot of things.

His intelligence and foresight, along with his kind and politely witty disposition, were qualities that you found somewhat charming, and gradually drew you closer to him.

Being the current third seat of the 9th company, your barracks and those of squad 5's were relatively close to each other's, so often you'd catch glimpses of and run into Captain Aizen on a pretty normal basis. Over the years, the conversations that bounced between the two of you expanded past the realm of formalities between a higher and lower ranking officer, and instead ranged in territories from literature, to art, to food & drink, and even to the politics of the government for which they were soldiers for.

Sometimes, you found it hard to believe that you managed to befriend a man like him. A man who seems to have mastered the balance between being a gentle soul, helpful to others, but also possessed enough refined power and skills to be named a captain within the Gotei 13.

Especially a man who wasn’t even of your own squad.

Despite the increasingly friendly relations and generally pleasant conversation, there were few moments where Aizen's words didn't feel quite. . . . real━ he didn't feel real. He spoke eloquently, often relying on figurative language to further illustrate his point and to breathe meaning into seemingly plain and meaningless words. But at times those words, his tone felt stained; stained with some substance or color you couldn't quite place. An enigmatic façade was painted over his speech, and it took too much mental capacity to try and find your own meaning in it.

So you'd often brush it off. Your over-reliance on your own reasoning that 'you weren’t able to come to a conclusion because there is no problem a conclusion could be generated from' successfully quieted your mind’s voice. You'd also frequently blame exhaustion, or your newfound hobby of watching human psychological crime shows during your off days for these subconscious ideas you had.

But you feared that the request Aizen made of you yesterday, the source of your current predicament, couldn't be blamed on any of those things. You looked at the clock again before returning to stare at your empty tea cup. For what reason could Sōsuke Aizen wish to meet you outside of the 1st division barracks? Specifically at this hour? You immediately thought of his question as uncharacteristic of him but prevented yourself from jumping to any further conclusions.

Aizen was a reasonable man, and you were sure there was a reasonable explanation.

With a final sigh of acquiescence, you stood up from your sitting position to retie your yukata before slipping a thicker, dark colored haori on top. You were unsure how cold it was this late at night or how long you'd be out, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

You paused for a moment, glancing longingly at your vanity mirror a few times, clearly torn between a decision, before giving in with a soft groan. Grabbing your favorite perfume, you quickly spritzed the spray onto both your inner wrists, either sides of your neck, and stray areas on your clothes. You’d proceed to make sure your hair was in order and your lips were as moisturized and glossy as a pair of tear-filled eyes before making your way to the door and slipping on your sandals.

Meeting with a captain— with Aizen of all people— in the dead of night resembled too closely to forbidden lovers rendezvousing under a fruit tree to fulfill their desires of embracing one another, with no one but the moon as their witness. The comparison alone caused the apples of your cheeks to burst aflame with embarrassment, and you lightly chastised yourself for even indulging in such an inappropriate train of thought. Such a scenario seemed far too deluded to even be considered ‘wishful thinking’.

But those delusions still seemed to make more sense than whatever other conclusion you have yet to reach.

Making your way out of your personal quarters, you activated your shunpo technique, stealthily hopping from one rooftop to the other in an effort to make it to Squad 1 barracks quicker.

After several minutes, your mind mostly engulfed with the 'what if's', the soles of your sandals finally touched ground, and you stood a few feet away from the massive walls and bridges that connected to and from the barracks. Even at night you were able to make out the bold-printed kanji for the number 1 that was painted on the building.

When you arrived, even from a nearby rooftop, you didn't see anyone around. Feelings of confusion and worry began to creep up and flicker to life in your mind.

But, as if your thoughts were as audible, you felt a light breeze of wind behind you, a familiar sound that indicated someone had made their presence known.

Startled, you reflexively reached for your zanpakuto, when you remembered that you hadn't even brought it with you. It still laid against the wall near your bed, just where you placed it earlier when you were relieved of your duties for the day.

You didn't think you needed it necessarily if you were just going to meet with Aizen, hence why taking it with you slipped your mind.

The flickers of concern were swiftly extinguished as your brain caught up with your body upon realizing who just appeared. A relieved sigh left your lips, a breath of air that seemed to release all the tension that had a grip on your heart and wound tight within your muscles. "Ah! Good evening Captain Aizen. You caught me off guard for a moment there."

"My apologies, that was not at all my intention." The Fifth Division Captain sported a dark colored scarf, his long captain's coat and the standard shihakushō all Gotei officers were supposed to wear. In the sash around his waist resided his own sheathed zanpakuto. His tawny hair maintained its usual part but looked slightly tousled, yet still remaining so in a meticulous fashion that made it look intentional.

The state of his hair alone, and his current facial expression made Aizen look more . . . approachable if that’s how you were to describe it. There was a glint in his eyes that you had seldom seen before.

"Thank you, for making your way down here to accommodate my rather. . . . atypical request. I again extend my apologies if I have inconvenienced you in any way."

You shook your head in reply, "It's alright, I wasn't doing anything too important anyway. Just having a cup of tea and delighting myself in a book before bed."

You glanced downwards at the foot or so of space that was wedged in between the two of you. You forced away the murmurs of your lingering thoughts that took note of how the moonlight and shadows danced across the surface of Aizen's face just right, and emphasized his decidedly handsome features.

"But having a complete and good night's rest is important to be fully functional in all areas of one's performance. Wouldn't you agree?"

You couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yes, I do agree with that sentiment."

Aizen all but hummed in acknowledgement, letting a moment of silence fill the air before speaking again.

"Shall we be on our way?"

You nodded in agreement, following him as the both of you walked about the First Division grounds. From what you could tell based on your position, your aimless nightly stroll drew you closer to where Sokyoku Hill was located. The area became increasingly more grassy and contained less buildings.

Although Squad 1 grounds weren't terribly far from either of your barracks, you still weren't sure as to why Captain Aizen wished to meet out here. Initially you thought that perhaps he was just fond of this particular scenery, but really it could have been anything.

But still, you believed Aizen always had a purpose for everything he did.

After several moments, his warm voice replaced the evening silence, vocalizing your current thoughts. “I assume you are contemplating why it is I have asked you here, and I’m afraid the reason is quite benign. Truthfully, I just wished for your company. I often go on night walks to clear my head after a long day and thought I might invite you to join me this time, and have a conversation with each other."

Your brows shifted upwards, for that was not quite the answer you were expecting. It seemed too . . . simple. “Really? You just . . . wanted to talk with me? Plainly?”

The Squad 5 captain let out a short, soft laugh at the disbelief that was painted on your face. There was an expression of fondness present in his eyes and in the light smile he offered you. “Yes, exactly. I quite enjoy our discussions actually, they’re intellectually stimulating and relatively pleasant. You crossed my mind, and before yesterday, it has been quite some time since we’ve had the opportunity to unwind and talk.”

You hummed an mhmm in agreement, tearing your eyes away from Aizen’s side profile in favor of the hem of his captain’s haori, watching how it danced in the soft breeze. It seemed to be less distracting than the way Aizen peered down at you from time to time.

"I see. I am. . . . truly flattered by your words, Captain Aizen; you're too kind. Forgive me for asking but," you took longer strides so that you could fall into step next to him━ as if to speak to him more directly, "Why at this time? To talk with me, I mean. It couldn't wait until more . . . . . conventional hours?"

He chuckled again, and answered as smoothly as if he were awaiting you to ask him that. "Unfortunately, today's tasks ran a little long today, so I had to stay at my office later than usual." The spectacled man paused for a moment, before setting his soft gaze on you, "And besides, that completely defeats the purpose of inviting you on a night stroll, doesn't it?"

You ignored the heat flaring up in your cheeks again. Your mind refused to move past the fact that you had crossed Sōsuke Aizen's mind enough times━ or the times that he thought about you were significant enough━ and highly enough to invite you into his realm and indulge in these moments with him, when he very much could have done that alone.

A tender smile appeared on your lips, more towards yourself than the man next to you. "I. . . suppose it does."

The ashen-white moon only rose higher in the sky, providing an ambiance of tranquility as the both of you talked about whatever crossed the surface of your minds. Other times, the stillness of the night did the talking, and you'd listen to the leaves, and the wind, and the crickets sing together in harmony. Gradually as you walked and the beaten path grew more narrow, your figures drew closer together, until you could feel the long sleeves of his haori brush against your own.

You hadn't noticed that the two of you eventually stopped walking and paused under a tree until Aizen struck up conversation once more. When he called out your name in that gentle, velvety voice, you swore your heart was going to lurch out of your chest. The sound of your name rolled of his tongue so smoothly, the desire to hear it again grew within you.

"Uh━ yes, Captain Aizen?"

"Are you satisfied with way things are at the moment?"

You stood next to him, perplexed at his inquiry due to its vague nature. "Um, what. . . . things? I'm afraid I don't understand what you're asking."

The wind brushed Aizen's dark ochre tresses across his face as he took a step towards you, like the breeze itself was pushing him towards you. "Hm, perhaps I should be more clear then. Are you content with being a soul reaper? Are you satisfied with being a soldier for the Soul Society?"

With your brows slightly furrowed in thought, you remained silent for several seconds and overanalyzed his every word, trying to predict where he might be steering the conversation now. The longer you thought it over, the stronger that nagging feeling from within your soul became. The one that often told you what he was asking wasn't exactly . . . it didn't quite feel . . . . .

"This feels like a prelude to another insightful discussion on Shinigami━ and by extension━ Seiretei politics." Your words cut off your own thoughts, as if your mind was trying to sweep something under the proverbial rug.

Aizen huffed in amusement, before lightly shrugging, leaving your statement definitively unanswered.

You sighed as you seriously considered his question this time. "I mean sure, I guess. I'm somewhat satisfied with my job and all of . . . this," gesturing your hands in the air around you to emphasize your point. The 5th Division Captain made another humming noise, indicating that you still had his full attention. He inched a little closer into your personal space.

The mere action caused your next words to die in your throat and a quiet chuckle resounded from his, before your thoughts revived themselves again.

"Of course things could always be better but. . . . y'know. This is just how it is." You weren't quite sure if you should voice negative opinions about the Soul Society so plainly to a senior officer, even if he was the one who asked you in the first place, so you treaded lightly.

The same plainly relaxed smile from earlier remained painted across his lips, held in his chestnut irises was an emotion akin to affection. He seemed somewhat pleased that you were expressing your thoughts with him.

“And you? Are you satisfied, Captain Aizen?” You were unable to keep the teasing endearment out of your tone as you returned his gaze, casting aside the notions of Gotei officer seating and ranks for the moment. The air seemed like it shifted━ towards what, you weren't sure of━ but it kind of made you feel like you were adrift, floating in isolation from everything else around you.

It was still hard to process that you were alone with Captain Aizen right now. . . . at night.

A low hum reverberated within his chest, contemplative in nature as he replied, “Perhaps.”

The wind whistled lowly again, erecting goosebumps on whatever part of your skin happened to catch the midnight breeze. You fought the instinctual urge to twitch towards the nearest source of heat, which happened to be Aizen. Now that would be even more wholly inappropriate than the 'lovers meeting at midnight' scenario.

The silence between the both of you was brief, but comfortable nonetheless. Once more his mellifluous voice cut through the quiet, leveled and calm, like still ocean waters.

“Come. I want to show you something,” Aizen reached his arm out towards you, your spine as straight as if someone stuck a metal rod dipped in ice water down your robes.

The captain's movements seemed steady and slow━ it had felt like time itself had hesitated for several moments. You thought he was going to . . . . well you weren't sure what he was going to do, and that's what you made you nervous.

Was he going to touch you? Cradle your cheek? Remove a stray leaf that happened to land on your head? You were left somewhat dangling in anticipation, not daring to flinch backwards because you felt it would be disrespectful or offensive. You hadn't even blinked, subconsciously fearing that this was only a very vivid daydream.

But alas, when his arm drew near it extended past your head, slightly above you, and held a small branch in his palm it like a delicate flower. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding, but that breath drew short again when your gaze was eye level with his lower neck and chin.

He seemed . . . . closer.

“I think that regarding the condition of the Soul Society," Aizen began in a quiet voice, referencing his own reply to his earlier question, "and therefore my thoughts about it, is akin to this set of leaves on this branch."

Snapping out of whatever stupor you seemed to have slipped in, you exhaled softly before stepping back a bit to look at what he was talking about. In his palm he cradled a wayward branch that grew from one of the other sturdier branches of the tree. The green foliage of its arms had started to weaken and dull in color. The cold air due to the seasonal transition to autumn caused the leaves become brittle, nearing closer to the edge of death.

The sound of just how brittle they were resounded in the air when Aizen thumbed the leaves in between his fingertips, observing their texture with pity laced in his small movements.

"These leaves will fall off as it gets colder. And soon, the rest of this tree will be bare as well. When the time comes, when the right circumstances fall into place, the old die to make way and usher in the new; it's simply the way things are. I think of the Soul Society government is structured in a similar manner."

You hung onto his every word, like he were imparting crucial wisdom to you. Even though you were a bit confused on the last part, and on the connection between dying leaves and Soul Society, you still listened intently, waiting for him bridge the gap between the two.

"The Soul Society as it is now can be thought of as a season. And this particular season, this climate has remained so for several centuries. How can nature continue━ how can we continue to progress when the old have yet to be washed away by the currents of time? It defies that of nature, yes?" He directed this question at you specifically, in search of your agreement.

You nodded your head, tearing your gaze away from the branch and directed it at the grass beneath your feet. Your brows furrowed a little as you mused over Aizen's words. He gave a rather ambiguous answer before but now, his words sounded like vague displeasure and muted criticism. Everyone was entitled to their opinion, and on some fronts, you'd sometimes agreed with the 5th Division Captain. The Soul Society was far from perfect, too much emphasis on nobility and status, the government resembled too closely to an oligarchy . . . But you didn't━ wouldn't voice these thoughts, though.

Instead you hummed quietly under your breath. There was that tugging sensation again. This time it told you that there was something deeper to this conversation than meets the eye. But what could there be? Was there anything at all or were you just overthinking it?

The voice-like sensation in your soul was calling out to you, but you couldn't hear it that well or quite make out what it was saying. It's as if someone was calling out to you in a crowded room that had music playing on the speakers: you felt like if you listened hard enough you could make it out but ultimately, the result would fruitless.

"And when that happens," Aizen continued, "sometimes nature has to be gently nudged back on track to keep things moving smoothly. That may require . . . shaking the tree. Pulling a few harmful weeds from one's garden, so to speak."

"Weeds?" You echoed. You felt like you understood this analogy and therefore what he was trying to say, but at the same time you didn't. Or was it . . . . you didn't want to understand what he was implying?

Because if you were interpreting his words correctly, if he were inconspicuously comparing the higher-ups and the government itself to dying leaves and harmful plants that needed to be removed, then . . . .

"You, dear child, are a mere weed in this scenario."

Wait, what did he just━

Your thoughts were cut short when a gush of air that smelt strongly of Aizen━ warm oak, vanilla, and a kind of musk that you weren't sure how to describe but was still pleasant all the same━ brushed against your face and took you by surprise.

But there was another aroma that arose, steadily becoming more apparent alongside the increasingly painful throbbing feeling you felt in your abdomen.

It smelt metallic. And it was something that you've smelt all too many times before.

It was blood.

Your gaze that was initially narrowed in confusion lowered as it followed the source of this pain. Your eyes slowly widened in as you struggled to comprehend the blade that was currently ran through your torso.

Aizen's blade.

"Actually, instead of weeds, a more accurate and befitting analogy perhaps would be blades of grass. You unfortunately have to step on them in order to reach the weeds you want to remove."

You couldn't really focus on what the captain was saying, because your brain was still struggling to process what the hell just happened. Your hands slowly rose from their sides and shakily grazed the zanpakuto, wanting to believe that if you touched it, it would pass right through your fingers like mist. But no, the sensation of cold steel was as real as the robes you wore on your back. You only just now are processing the muffled squelching sound of his sword impaling your flesh.

You wanted to scream, to cry in pain, to vomit, to push him off━ something. But all you could do was stand there, stunned, words completely failing you. "Wh. . . . what? Why did . . . . you . . . . "

A cough replaced your attempt at a comprehensive sentence, and you tasted iron in your mouth.

Fuck....was this really happening?

"Please don't push yourself trying to talk," His voice was like an index finger to one's lips, similar to a parent's gentle caress to quiet and sooth their child, "You'll only hasten your death. And I'm sure you wish to know the reason for my killing you, yes? You'd have to be alive for that."

'Killing me?' 'My death?' The certainty that rang in his words chilled the blood in your veins, and they confirmed the one conclusion you hoped wouldn’t come true: that you were going to die.

The frigid embrace of fear and dread engulfed you from behind and you shivered, causing the blade snugly lodged in your organs to shift. The pain of that foreign object moving even a little bit shot through your entire body, causing a groan to emerge from your throat.

Desperate to conserve your energy and the oxygen that was becoming a little harder to take in, your breathing became uneven and a little wheezed. Even then, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet the gaze of Captain Aizen to confirm if this was really happening or just an extremely realistic and vivid nightmare. The sight you might be greeted with could be more frightening than the actual impaling of his sword.

As if his betrayal couldn’t actually or figuratively cut you any deeper, just then there was a noise that grew louder and louder within a matter of seconds until it was almost deafening. You’ve distinguished it to be the sound of glass crackling.

Your surroundings formed cracks everywhere on its surface, like it was just an oversized window. Even on the grass you stood on, or what you thought was grass, began to crumble away.

A dumbfounded but panicked look was plastered on your face when your world literally shattered around you, the only remnants of it being you and the Captain.

What was underneath the mirage━ or you should say, the fact that it was a mirage at all━ only disturbed you and increased your perplexity.

Slightly hunched over and breathing heavily, it took a minute to process where you were, but you noticed that now the two of you stood in a formal room that looked like it was used for important meetings. The lights in the room slowly started to brighten, most likely due to motion sensors. Even with Aizen's scent lingering in your nose, you could still pick out a rather stale aroma that hung in the air like dead fruit that hadn't fallen off the tree.

"Is . . . this Cen . . . tral━ "

"You are correct. Where we currently stand is the assembly hall for Central 46, the judicial power of the Soul Society. All judiciary as well as legislative trials and proceedings are held here."

All around the room were seats with partitions, the kanji for 1 through 46 printed on them. In the seat for the 19th member, your gaze caught onto something on the translucent barrier. It was a little farther up so you had to squint your already blurring vision to see it properly.

You saw, and your heart promptly sank as a result, eyes widening once more.

There were splatters of a dark colored substance on the partition━ undeniably blood. And the lithe, bony fingers of an older man laid lifeless, peeking out from the side of the screen like the appendages themselves were trying to escape from the body they were attached to.

That man . . . was dead. That stale aroma you smelt was the stench of death.

It was only after that unsettling epiphany did your eyes dart frantically around the room and realize that every member of Central 46 was dead.

The disturbed expression on your face only intensified as your stare was pulled back down to where Aizen's blade still resided in your body.

" Cap.....Aizen," you uttered, swift to correct yourself. All the moisture in your throat dried up like water underneath the unrelenting rays of the sun. You kept gulping your saliva in an attempt to assuage the sensation, but relief only last for a fleeting few seconds. "Did you ━ you killed them . . . didn't you?" Your question was laced with shaky hesitance and swelled with apprehension, fearing that you already knew his reply even before he answered.

There was a moment of silence and a hum before he replied. "Smart girl."

The muted mirthful tone in his voice sounded like sarcasm, and it was enough to finally draw your attention away from everything else and directly look at him. Almost instantly, you regretted it.

His umber tinted gaze was colder than you remembered. You couldn't find anything in his eyes that hinted that all of this was just a big misunderstanding, or a dream, or that Aizen had a secret sense dark and complex humor.

This was your first, and apparently your last time, that you have ever felt a fear such as this. Your mind was struggling to comprehend this was the same Aizen that spoke with you so gently, full of encouragement and wisdom. The same man that recommended you books to read and gifted you tea to drink and gazed upon you like . . .

Well, none of that mattered now. In this moment, Sōsuke Aizen wasn't the same man anymore. This Sōsuke Aizen was someone else, and it frightened you.

"When?" you croaked, your voice no longer sounding like your own. Nothing felt real anymore. "W-When did you . . . . . how? Why?"

Another noncommittal hum resounded from the spectacled man as he closed his eyes, feigning the action of thinking of an answer. When he reopened them, his narrow gaze returned to you.

"Everyone in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads was previously aware that the ability of my zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu, allowed me to confuse the enemy using bodies of water, mist and even moisture in the air in order to attack. However, that is not my zanpakuto's actual power; there is more to it than just simple confusion. Kyoka Suigetsu's true power is Complete Hypnosis. Essentially, when someone looks at my blade, I am then able to take control of that person’s five senses, causing them to believe that something is real ━ or that something isn't real. In a way, once glancing at my unsheathed zanpakuto, that person forfeits their sense of existence to me. Kyoka Suigetsu is quite flawless in its deceptive abilities."

A heavy silence, aside from your uneven breaths, endured in the space between both of you. You didn't need him to spell out what he was trying to say.

It was all . . . . an illusion. A convoluted, premeditated illusion. And you walked right into it without even knowing or considering, that it was all fake.

The Fifth Division Captain inwardly smiled at the despair clearly written on your face as he watched you mentally put the pieces together. He took your lack of reply as a sign to continue. "The members of Central 46 have unfortunately been dead for quite some time now. And as for your question of why......"

The taller man stepped towards you which inadvertently (or purposely, you began to fear), drove his sword deeper into your abdomen without warning and slight force. You bit down on your bottom lip hard to stifle your exclamation of pain. In an attempt to somehow resist him, with the little strength you had left, your hands automatically took purchase in his oversized sleeves, but it did nothing. You found it ironic that you could feel how warm Aizen was underneath his robes, but his soul was anything but.

" . . . . I believe I already mentioned it earlier, yes? All flowers die eventually and the weeds......must be removed."

At that moment you remembered that tugging sensation that told you something felt off in some instances whenever you talked with Aizen. This must have been what it was. Damn it all. You still didn't understand exactly what bad things Central 46 and the Soul Society have done to cause his actions, but based on what you've been told and your current position, it must have been heinous. Again, you actively swallowed the urge to vomit.

"You . . . you lied. I can't believe━ how could it have all b-been a lie?" Another nasty cough rattled your body, followed by a shiver and a groan.

The brown-haired man slightly tilted his head, like he was truly confused. "Lied? Hmm, well. I suppose you could put it that way based on your limited knowledge of the circumstances, but I wouldn't put it that way. Besides, this isn't really about truth or lies. It is, and always has been, only about the reality of what is. And what is, is that you were unable to anticipate my deception. No one could, because it was outside the domain of your thoughts. What is, is that the current way the Soul Society operates is tainted, and I shall be the one to remedy it."

You drew another shuddering breath and looked down at the ground with a grim expression as your blood continued to pool at your feet. Briefly, you even considered unsheathing yourself from his blade and take the chance to make a run for it, but the chances of you making it to the outside world, let alone coming across someone before you bled out and died were slim. Besides, it was clear that you couldn't even trust your own senses anymore after Aizen demonstrated that he had complete control of your reality.

Which reminded you of something else.

" . . . when?" you asked the same question again, but much quieter than before, despair palpable in your voice. 'When and how did you subject me to your zanpakuto's Complete Hypnosis?', is what you were really asking. And being as intelligent as he was, the spectacled man understood.

Abruptly, with a large palm on the small of your back, Aizen used his gentle hold grip to pull you towards him in order to close the remaining distance, causing him to drive the remaining length of his zanpakuto all the way through until the tsuba of his blade rested against your stomach. You looked like a skewered piece of meat.

You didn't have the willpower to hold back the piercing shriek of agony and physical anguish as tears sprung forth from your eyes. You could no longer tell if your blurry vision was due to your tears obstructing your sight or if it was from being a step away from death's door.

"Do you remember . . . the first time we met?"

The hand that rested on your lower back slowly glided upwards until his fingers found your jaw. With a tenderness that reminded you of a time before his betrayal, he lifted your chin and guided your gaze to look at him directly. His thumb moved to graze your bottom lip just as you've done mere hours ago━ as if he knew that, as if he watched you do it. His thumb was dangerously close to slipping inside your mouth and that both excited and scared you. Your breasts against his, your breaths synchronized with his, your body and his were fully pressed against each other and it made focusing on his question more difficult.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The first time . . . we met? Sure, with a little bit of effort you could easily recall the first time you formally met Aizen. It was sometime in the spring, and you remembered him running through combat formations with his lieutenant and the rest of his squad. But why d━

A silent gasp left you. Another epiphany, another figurative blade piercing your heart.

Battle formations, and he . . . offered you to join them . . . his zanpakuto . . . . .

Confusion crumbled away, and was replaced with vacant horror and sadness. It seems you've already been defeated, for many, many years now.

Aizen seemed to murmur something under his breath, a pleased sound you couldn't quite decipher. His mouth brushed over yours, rendering you literally speechless, before he closed the distance and brought your lips together. You could barely process what was happening.

It was ironically tragic how soft and skillfully gentle his lips were against yours. The kiss felt longing, like a departure between two sweethearts and their last meeting together. It also felt heavy and final, making you want to cry.

And you did. Silent tears streamed from your eyes and rolled onto the fingers that still held your face so affectionately. The captain reacted by guiding your chin up a little further, dipping his head a little lower, so he could deepen the kiss. You weakly scorned yourself for thinking about how the two of you must really look like lovers now, sans the sword sticking out from your back.

Oh, how cruel this was; how cruel he was. It was cruel for him to kiss you like this, hand still splayed on your back like he needed to touch you stay sane. And how cruel it was that still managed to enjoy it, even as you stood there dying. Your lips moved together in tandem, slow and almost passionate, all while tears stained the apples of your cheeks, drying up the plush youth that once resided in them.

Aizen's tongue had slithered its way into your mouth, and you suddenly felt like crying harder. There was a tart, sweet flavor lingering on his tastebuds, and you absently wondered what is was. Perhaps hibiscus from tea, you surmised. And he too tasted the sweet jasmine and citrus that clung your tongue and lips. At this, he chuckled quietly into your mouth, humming before retracting from you by a few inches so he could speak.

"I knew you would like the tea. It's sweet and flavorful, isn't it?" You hated how low his voice was, how its timbre pleasurably vibrated and rumbled against your lips, and you hated that lidded stare he gave you. You again thought it unfair that you couldn't even revel in the rare sight of Aizen's lips slightly wet because your lips were intertwined with his.

"I have to thank you for humoring me and my recommendations. I really appreciated it. And I also," you winced loudly and cried out in affliction as Aizen finally began to withdraw the sword from your body, "must to bid you farewell now. It seems you don't have any more time left, and this has dragged on for longer than it needed. I'm not surprised you've held out for this long, as I already knew you possessed commendable strength. But alas it wasn't enough. I am sorry that you have to die; it's rather regrettable that you happened to be that blade of grass that ended up underneath my foot."

Another wail was yanked from your chest as he steadily removed his sword from your abdomen. The pain was becoming excruciating, you would have collapsed by now if the taller man weren't holding you.

You saw two things before the light in your eyes had all but faded away. The first were the colors of faux pity and apathy that swirled in Sōsuke Aizen's irises, spiraling like a storm that was certain to wreak havoc in its wake. His gaze was devoid of any regret or remorse; the final metaphorical nail on the coffin. The second was a small smile.

But this wasn't one of his smiles you were familiar with. No wait . . . . the one you knew was simply a veneer of what is.

This smile was slanted, the corners of his lips tilted upwards and was sharp. Sharp enough to cut open your already gaping wound further and completely tear you apart, spelling out your demise. It looked insidious as if it were hiding razor-edged fangs. This was what is; Aizen's real smile.

"I. . . I see. Aize. . . ." were the last words you were able to manage. You didn't have the strength to be upset or hurt any longer, so you gave in to the exhaustion.

Your body permanently relaxed, long lashes veiling your now empty eyes as your arms lifelessly dropped to your sides. The captain found a disturbing amount of pleasure in his name being the final word you attempted to speak before succumbing to the sleep of death.

And even after the fact, the facade of doomed, star-crossed lovers persisted as your body slumped backwards. Aizen's strong forearm wrapped tightly around your waist being the only reason you didn't fall to the ground in a puddle of your own blood.

That day was the last anyone saw of you, your zanpakuto still laid idly in your room, its spirit destined to forever wander in the afterlife between worlds alone, eventually fading from existence without ever feeling the presence of its master again.

They had declared you missing by the end of the next day. Lieutenant Hisagi was probably the most perturbed about your sudden disappearance. Days, weeks passed, and they never located you. The Gotei 13 was left unsettled by the lack of progress, but ultimately had to rule your case inconclusive. Some believed that you were simply killed by a stray hollow, or even ran away from your duties because of the stress.

The news of what happened spread like wildfire across all the squads, that a high-ranked officer just up and vanished without a trace. The spirits and morale of the thirteen companies dampened, sorrow and worry swelling like a festering boil.

And that boil burst when Ryoka infiltrated the Soul Society, and when it was revealed that all of it was carefully orchestrated by Sōsuke Aizen.

Like a blade of grass that somehow snuck into one's sandals or in between their toes, during his time in Hueco Mundo, images of you flashed in his head at unexpected times when his mind was quiet. He'd remove the grass, tossed you aside, and moved on with his day. There was no room for you in the grand scheme of things. Such reminisces were beneath someone like him.

And yet.

He'd always find another piece of grass from the greenery he stepped on whenever he advanced a step in his plans. There you were again.

It was common knowledge that if you kept repeating the same action over and over, it will eventually wear you down.

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It was dark, and there was nothing.

There had been nothing for quite a long time now. Utter darkness and the abyssal shade of black engulfed every inch of Aizen's body and surroundings.

He saw nothing, the seals over his eyes too opaque to let anything through. And even if they weren't obscuring his vision, he would barely be able to see three feet in front of him; there was seldom a few lanterns in his cell to begin with. He felt nothing but the bindings that kept him imprisoned in one of the deepest pits of the Seireitei. At times it felt like even his internal organs had stilled in their functions. He heard nothing but the unrelenting quiet of his cell within Mugen's maw. The only thing that served as proof that he hasn't spontaneously grown deaf yet was the occasional muffled noise that originated from outside of the entrance. And even then, he could hardly hear much of anything.

Such is an ironic fate for someone who, with a stray thought and a glint of his blade, could control someone's senses and take away their free will to experience those senses in their reality. And now, he was stripped away of all of his in nearly every capacity.

Sōsuke Aizen was rendered stationary and stagnant, qualities he detested and were the antithesis of his ambitions and plans, perhaps even his existence.

Aizen had always believed in being in control of your own destiny and making your own choices; if you had the opportunity and the power to change something━ especially if it was something that was wrong, unfair or immoral━ then one should be able to move towards that goal by making change, even if by force. The former captain had always been intentional about his actions and his desires right from the start.

And yet, here he ended up.

Spending years strapped to a chair in this dark, cloistered hole, Aizen had nothing but time to reflect the reason for his arrest: that orange haired Ryoka boy, Ichigo Kurosaki. He had nothing but time to admit to himself and settle on the conclusion that his last battle with the substitute Shinigami . . . did something to him.

Fighting the Ryoka boy ignited something inside him that he previously believed would forever lay dormant.

The thrill of a challenge.

Adrenaline was injected into his veins with each clash of their swords, spreading far and wide across every inch of his body. It no longer reacted in the measured, calculative manner he had programmed it to, but with unadulterated, pure instinct and raw power━ all in an effort to not only withstand such potent spirit energy from his opponent, but to come out on top and win.

It made him feel alive.

Aizen's desire to be the victor in battle and in his philosophy━ to prove himself right━ both fueled him and consumed him so thoroughly it led to his own downfall. That was a rather difficult fact to acknowledge; so much so his head started to pulsate intensely whenever it crossed his mind one time too often.

All of it unfolded right in front of his eyes and yet . . . he didn't really see it happen.

As time passed during his perpetual incarceration, with hooded eyes, the former captain spent an unfathomable amount of time tossing and turning every single event that led him to this underground prison, even pondering his temporary release by the Head Captain Kyōraku to fight in the war. Scenarios both minor and significant displayed itself in front of his mind's eye as if he were watching a film.

Every so often, a blurred visage of your image would make a brief appearance, like the flickering sparks of a match before they were able to come to light, fading away into the void and were overshadowed by his other thoughts. It was as if his own consciousness and intentionally muted any manifestations of your existence in his memories. As if he wasn't able to or allowed to see them━ to remember you for too long.

Mentally reliving moments from the last several months, years, decades, centuries━ trying to analyze each moment and decipher where it could have went wrong━ turned out to be quite an exhausting task. His mind and body would grow heavier with inertia, and eventually he would succumb to the alluring pull of slumber. After some time he would rouse from his sleep, and continued from where he left off.

These were his daily activities day in and day out (even though he had trouble distinguishing day and night in his chambers) for years. He saw a positive side to it though. He'd instead think of it has him getting stronger because he had spent so long . . . thinking. Ruminating. Contemplating every possibility in the past, present, and future. His mind would become as sharp as his zanpakuto.

Aizen had always been intentional about what he did, what he said, and how he conducted himself. He was sure in his abilities to orchestrate an image━ a belief for others to have faith in, and act on it in order to further his goals. He was always sure in that image, knowing who he was and what he stood for.

Or at least, that's what he thought.

Aizen wasn't consciously aware that his certainty in this crafted image had already begun to waver. He could not and was unable to anticipate how severe these small fractures had become until after a certain lieutenant paid him a visit outside his cell of confinement, right before he was scheduled to be thrown back into that dark hole of the Mugen.

Lieutenant Shuhei Hisagi was quite emotive when he burst through the doors. His expressions were contorted in volatile mixture of frustration, anger and sadness. His emotions were every which way, directed at everything that has happened so far, including himself. He was especially emotive at Aizen specifically for what he did to former captain Kaname Tosen and 'corrupting him with his twisted ideals.'

Aizen found amusement in that.

Before he was rolled away by the punishment force and therefore out of earshot, a particular set of Hisagi's words caused the small, content smile on his lips to uncurl ever so slightly. "Everything . . . and everyone that has ever gotten themselves involved with you has been trampled on by you and your ideals one way or another, and they all end up dead. If you think what you did to Captain Tosen was justified━ to call it mercy . . . . . then there is truly no justice in this world. You will . . . forever be the enemy in my eyes."

There was a trembling anger in his voice. Pain that wanted to cry out and be set free but, the thin lid of reason prevented it from doing so. And after a moment of silence, the corners of Aizen's lips curved upwards once more. A little bemused, a little more wolfish this time. He maliciously imagined Hisagi's reaction if he ever discovered the true reason for your disappearance.

But instead, all he said was. "What an interesting thing to say, Shuhei Hisagi. Your conviction is admirable." Any evidence of emotion that might have been reflected in his sepia irises was swallowed up and obscured by the darkness of the Mugen's jaw.

The cracks in Aizen's sense of self, in his beliefs, in the image he invented started to cave under the weight of Hisagi's words before he himself realized it was happening. They were like stains in the fabric of his mind that refused to come out.

What puzzled him more, was that with each attempt to figure out just why Hisagi's words echoed in his mind, they all lead back to you, the third seat of the 9th squad. Annoyingly so.

The tattooed lieutenant hadn’t said anything particularly profound ━ at least, Aizen didn't think so. Your name didn’t even fall from his lips. So why were memories of you and your likeness the only clear thoughts he could make of Hisagi's speech? Was it because he was aware of how close the two of you were? He doubted the reason were that trivial and insignificant.

His thoughts grew more discordant by the day, his soul a little more weighted than usual. Perhaps these new seals that Urahara had fashioned actually had an effect on him, Aizen thought. It made sense. His intellect, other than his own, were the only ones capable of creating such effective restraints.

After a while, he had a revelation. This was a different kind of weight.

This heaviness, the closest word he knew to describe it as . . . . was loneliness.

Time taunted him as it seemed to drag on━ Aizen grew even less sure of how much━ when he came to this realization. Hisagi's words were a clear mirror to the loneliness that echoed within him after what happened to you and to Tosen. It was so . . . potent, that it seemed to strike some chord in Aizen he had never heard before.

Such a chord, this sound of loneliness, it was strange and uncomfortable; he wasn't very fond of this sensation. He'd try to scrub it away, but it was all for naught.

His eyes had slid shut at some point, his ruminations leading to dead ends and wearing him down. And, almost as expected, there you were again, in all your translucent glory. The hem, the sleeves, and even the smell of your yukata slowly dragged across his dreams, haunting his thoughts like a lonely wraith.

And Aizen hardly dreamt of anything.

When he regained consciousness he was plagued with yet another epiphany. An additional reason behind this newfound depth.

Aizen's own loneliness. Guilt. Much to his own quiet horror.

How foreign and unusual a thing like guilt is. It was like looking into a mirror and not recognizing something you had never noticed before, but wondered if it had always been there.

But the thing Aizen did recognize, how lonely he actually felt, was something he had hoped would never resurface again. It was a notion he hadn't had the time or regard to consider━ 'loneliness'. Its only purpose, if any, was solely to serve as a motivator. At times though, it was more like a hindrance.

Something akin to nausea slowly started to bubble up in the pit of his stomach, but he suppressed the sensation before it became any more intense.

What of his previous actions did he need to feel guilty for? He hadn't felt it then, so why would he feel it now? Again he ruminated such a question endlessly into oblivion.

The former captain had no doubts that his plan to remove the Soul King, and therefore the Soul Society's sins, were necessary.

Nor did any hesitancy about removing the opposition or dead weight━ whether shinigami or arrancar━ existed.

He certainly had no reservations against killing Kaname Tosen, for he knew the man well enough to know that Tosen would have been so thoroughly appalled with what he had become, it would have drove him mad.

So what was it, then? Why were such useless emotions as guilt and loneliness being amplified n━

"Y....know, S....."

Even covered by the seals, Aizen's eyes widened and his brows were slightly furrowed in distress. Had his mind finally tipped the scales of sanity and madness, to the point where he was hearing things?

It was quiet for several moments longer, before his senses caught onto the sound of water dripping onto a hard surface.

One drop at a time.

Its cadence a little too rhythmic to be natural. And for a second time, he heard that soft, ominous sounding whisper. Its voice a little clearer this time.

"You...know.....Sōsuke."

In the second it took for his eyes to flutter shut behind its seals to blink, when he reopened them, he was no longer sealed to the walls and floors of the Mugen, nor was he surrounded by every shade of darkness imaginable. His limbs and senses were finally freed to breathe for the first time in what felt like ages.

That relief was short-lived when his senses absorbed the unending landscape of water underneath his feet, water lilies lifelessly floating on its surface, and the dim sky illuminated by a full pale moon.

Aizen was in his inner world, and now he was aware of how he got here, or rather who brought him here.

"You . . . already know the answer to that question, Sōsuke." The voice was even more clear, its sentences more comprehensible. And it sounded it eerily like you.

Why the voice was impersonating your likeness had caught him off guard for half a second, but he realized it was only the work of his zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu.

An illusion it may be, there was an untouchable quality about your voice and how you spoke that even Kyoka Suigetsu couldn't replicate.

A few feet away from him, the water was disturbed by a being emerging from the depths. Ripples formed around a manifested version of his zanpakuto, who took the form of you, smiling ever so gently. The smile felt airy, and it didn't seem like the same one that haunted his dreams and every waking thought as of late. It felt....knowing.

Still, the former captain couldn't be bothered to maintain eye contact with his sword spirit, so he turned around and opted to keep his unreadable stare trained on the vast expanse of water and white lilies.

"It's been quite a while since I have stepped foot into this realm. There must be something you want . . . Kyoka."

The zanpakuto chuckled, it sounded like the way you would softly laugh at one of his clever quips. But this wasn't you.

He didn’t want to admit that something about that fact didn’t sit right with him.

"Judging from your tone, would I be correct in assuming you don't want to be here?"

Silence rang out within the soul scape, before Aizen interrupted it, his gentle voice colored a shade darker, and a little rigid. "And I fail to see the reason why you must take that form when you revealed yourself to me. Is your aim to get a reaction out of me? Or something along those lines?"

Your eyes━ the eyes of Kyoka Suigetsu━ narrowed at its master's back, as if they were trying to create concavities in his skull. But the expression was washed away the moment it appeared, the serene smile from before was back in place.

"You know . . . it's considered quite rude to not look at someone when you're addressing them. That, and when you deliberately ignore things they say. Your manners have been deteriorating, Sōsuke. Tsk, tsk."

Kyoka-dressed-as-you suddenly appeared before him, as if they had teleported. Even when they were in his peripheral vision, Aizen still maintained his stare off into the distant nothingness.

"Unless, you can't find it in yourself to look at me. . . that's correct, isn't it? It's because I look exactly like her, right?" The zanpakuto continued to provoke him, taking a step closer into his personal space.

With an exasperated sigh, his eyelids fell shut for a second, using that time to gather the strength he didn't know he needed, and directed his gaze to meet his spirit's. Aizen's face gave nothing away, but his heart lurched about his chest when his bronze eyes met with yours, or what was made to look like yours. The undesired affect it had on him was all the same.

"If you wish to chastise me about manners, I suggest you take your own advice. You didn't answer my first question, either: what is it you want? Why am I here?" Again the former captain chose to not address the other parts of Kyoka's statement. For the sake of his sanity and his thinning patience━ or was it to preserve his resolve?

Its smile widened a bit, moving another step closer to their master. God, Kyoka even smelled like you, mimicking your signature honeyed scent that Aizen didn't realize he found so intoxicating until this very moment.

"I called you here to save you from yourself."

Aizen remained silent, only narrowing his eyes in speculation. "Meaning?"

"Didn't I already say it earlier? I think you already know what I'm talking about, Sōsuke. You've always known."

Fate's pairing of Kyoka Suigetsu with Aizen was a match crafted from the spindles of heaven, but also a maddening curse pulled from the depths of hell, for they complimented each other a little too well. The zanpakuto was too perfect a reflection of Aizen and his soul, looking at it started to hurt his eyes.

His sword spirit insisted that he already knew the reason for his coming here, and perhaps he did have an inkling the moment the light of epiphany was shone on his profound loneliness and guilt. But that couldn't have been what it was referring to . . . . could it?

"You cannot feign ignorance here, my dear Sōsuke, however I do find it rather humorous you bother trying. If you'd like, I don't mind humoring you by spelling it out for you. I'd be glad to unearth the truth that you have buried in the most neglected corner of your heart."

"When you were . . . . subjecting yourself to such mental torment, it had an affect on this world as well. The ripples, the waves in this scape become quite . . . tumultuous." The nuances in your voice were perfected by his zanpakuto, but the way it talked sounded like a fog that was gradually closing in from over the horizon. The uneasy feeling that resided in his chest traveled down to his stomach, but Aizen's face remained steely, even when Kyoka Suigetsu took that final step to close the gap in between them. "And the reason for that, the reason why Hisagi's words rattled you so is because you regret killing that woman."

The creased line in Aizen's brow grew more prominent as he stared down his sentient sword spirit. With its breast pressed against his, they placed a hand on his clothed chest in a tantalizing manner, but he felt nothing. There was no warmth from its palm, much unlike when your hand touched him. There wasn't even a cool sensation either. Even minutes before your death, your touch brought a soothing heat that permeated through his shihakusho and penetrated his skin.

Kyoka's face grew nearer, their smile━ although still tender looking━ grew cold at its edges, nearly resembling that of a predator eager to see despair reflected in the eyes of its prey. It didn't fit the graceful allure of your face at all, and seeing this expression deeply unsettled the former captain more than he would like to admit.

"You regret . . . killing me."

A chill tore through Aizen's body, the weight of Kyoka's words adding onto the heaviness that still hasn't been alleviated from his heart; he was hardly able to suppress the involuntary shiver.

Without warning, Kyoka's mouth suddenly became dangerously close to their master's, its lips brushing against his in a provocative manner. Aizen's expression darkened when he realized that it was reenacting his last encounter with you when you were alive. His mouth started to grow uncomfortably dry, despite his soul scape being full of moisture, and there was a taste on the back of his tongue that's been lingering there since he arrived.

The lilt in Kyoka's tone continued to taunt him. "That is the reason for your guilt: regret. You have been in denial. And in the spirit of unearthing truths, I suppose I can admit that perhaps . . . . I've been . . . . encouraging said delusions, adding drops of fuel into the flames of your emotions and ambitions. But after all that's happened, when it comes down to it there's no point in continuing this hallucination any longer. I've grown tired of this game, so it's time to for you wake up now, Sōsuke. I've brought you here to release you from your own illusion, to completely shatter it."

Aizen's back was as stiff as a board, not moving a millimeter when Kyoka's lips grazed his again. They were breathing softly onto his mouth, but he hardly felt any puffs of air.

The former captain was having a rather difficult time processing the fact that his zanpakuto had its own agenda and had been manipulating his emotions without him noticing. Specifically the emotions he felt towards you.

He never truly believed that such a thing was possible, one's own blade having such a deep-rooted influence━ no, control over their master. Or would it be more accurate to say that he never expected himself to be controlled to such a degree? He that prided himself on being freed from the marionette strings of fate that were tied to his limbs and mind, he that relished being able to do what he wanted, think what he wanted, feel what he wanted━ or what he didn't want━ it was hard to believe that none of that mattered in the end.

Kyoka Suigetsu's deceptive abilities were indeed undeniably perfect. No one, not even Aizen himself could have anticipated that Kyoka's most absolute and complete hypnosis would be enacted on himself.

"Do you know now, Sōsuke? Do you understand?" Kyoka's voice was as soft as a whisper, but it couldn't hide the edges of its tone that were still sharpened from finding amusement of seeing the truth flash across its master's face. "You had destroyed the solution to your existential question of loneliness, before you could fully understand the question itself."

Yes . . . . . Aizen understood now.

He didn't bother acknowledging what Kyoka had said. His grim facial expression━ still, tinged with dolor, and paired with an indescribable, distant look his eyes━ said all that it needed to. His silence was as much as an admission as any.

Kyoka-dressed-as-you leaned forward again to fully close the gap between their lips and Aizen's. Tenderly, like the intentions of a lover, it spoke against his nearly closed mouth. "Have you figured it out yet?"

Nothing but quiet could be heard between them, as Kyoka's mouth moved about their master's face and placed something like kisses upon its surface, but not quite.

Aizen's cocoa-shaded eyes slide down to stare at his sword spirit pressed up against him. His gaze was hard, and yet something swam underneath its surface that his zanpakuto had never seen before. Melancholy, it guessed? They weren't quite sure.

Kyoka pressed on when Aizen remained quiet. "The taste in the back of your mouth. Have you figured out what it was? You know it quite well....."

Aizen's tongue grazed the roof of his mouth, sensing the rather unpleasant taste that has coated the inside of it. And within a moment, because he was faced with the current circumstances, Aizen had finally placed a name associated this particular taste. How unfortunate this was.

Upon his realization, Aizen's head lowered, and his brown tresses hung freely over his lashes. Perhaps it was so Kyoka couldn't properly see whatever remorseful expression painted their master's face, but it mattered not. Even from here, the sword spirit could already sense exactly what it was he was feeling.

And they loved it.

"It's a sweet and flavorful taste, isn't it? Quite lovely." Kyoka Suigetsu mimicked the exact words he uttered against your lips all those years ago when he tasted jasmine tea on your tongue, and sealed your death with a kiss. "It's too bad you don't seem to enjoy it anymore."

Aizen's chest continued to rise and fall calmly, and the hands of his sword spirit that rested there glided upwards to cup his strong jaw, caressing his skin with its thumb. Its phantasmic touch did nothing to stir their master.

"Sōsuke, do you know what the jasmine flower from that tea symbolizes?"

Aizen's lips were slightly parted, but again he didn't say anything. Instead, its corners twitched and lifted upwards by an inch, and he huffed softly.

Kyoka Suigetsu grinned in reply. "Good."

The next time Aizen blinked, he was plunged in darkness yet again. The restrictive feeling that swallowed his being whole had returned, and was an indicator that his zanpakuto had released him from his inner world. He was consciously back in the Mugen, back in this abyss they called a prison cell.

Kyoka was indeed as much as a formidable force in its own right, as much as, if not greater than Aizen himself.

The conversation he had with his sword spirit would be cemented in his head for all eternity. When he grew senile and began to physically wither away, the one thing that would remain vital like a young heart, was this epiphany that he had. This realization that he actually . . . .

As the chains of despair bound him tighter to the bottom of the metaphorical pit, regret and his loneliness corroding his flesh and spirit like metal exposed to moisture, a stray memory of his time in Hueco Mundo flashed in his mind. He recalled having tea prepared for meetings with his Espadas and he could not pinpoint when, but at some point, Aizen developed an aversion for jasmine flavored tea. For one reason or another, he no longer found its taste appealing; whenever he drank it, it always tasted bitter.

Now that reason had become painstakingly clear.

The binding on his mouth muffled a rueful chuckle at the though, and it trapped the flavor of jasmine on his lips.

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34 + 35 (Shuhei Hisagi x F. Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Yes. The time has come. My first shuhei scenario! ☺️ I just wanted test my luck and see what I can do with this fella. And, I just know I ate this up! Enjoy! 💕

Synopsis: The deadline is approaching and shuhei is overwhelmed. you want your bf to take a break from his job as the Editor-of-Chief of the Seireitei Communications Board. He’s gotta give in one way or the other for you. And, you know that. But, will he?

WARNING: Shuhei being a cute tomato, needy cuddly gf, dry humping, 69, smut, a sweetheart but can be a freak in the sheets, GRAMMAR

Take your time reading and dive into the story!

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The sounds of paper shifting from one place to the other echoed in the bedroom. The news stories that need to be edited were scattered all over the bed as shuhei held one up to go over it. And, the other one in his free hand probably forgotten. He mumbled a random paragraph to himself with focused yet tired eyes. Squinting to find any more errors.

“Tsk.” He put the article down in front of him and leaned forward to edit a few errors in the paragraph. A long tired sigh dragged in the room as he read it over again. He then ripped his eyes away from the paper, scribbled with his word vomit, and picked up another article. His back was aching so badly from the way he sat in bed. He ignored it and started reading another piece. On the other hand, you were busy packing some of the leftovers from dinner in the kitchen. You brought food for him a while ago while you had to eat yours by yourself… in the living room.

As time went by, you looked at the time on the microwave. A short sigh left your lips and you turned back to pick up the stacked bowls and walked to the refrigerator. “He needs to take a break.” You placed them inside the fridge’s shelves. “Even if it’s just a short one.” You mumbled, closing the fridge door. You looked around the kitchen to make sure everything was tidied up before you turned off the lights and stepped out of the room and went to the living room.

You sat in the living room. Mindlessly watching tv as time went by. And yet, Shuhei never left his bedroom. The known fact made you stare into space the more you thought about it. As a matter of fact, it’s been over…3 hours since he “locked” himself in there. Initially, you came to his place to spend time with him after work and to stay over. He had told you that he needs to finish some work. But, he’s clearly overworking himself. He even promised that he was going to take some breaks, but of course, that never happened. It made you made you angry and worried about him at the same time.

Shuhei is an extremely mature and calm person. despite his punk-like appearance, he’s a very hardworking man who takes responsibility and risks when possible. You love that for him. Everything, actually. He’s a busy man. Yes. But he needs to be reminded that there’s only one shuhei. And you will not lose him because of stress.

“You know what…”. You got up from the comfort of his couch and turned off the tv and headed to his bedroom.

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Quietly, you walked in the hallway. You felt a little intrusive as you did even though you care about his well being. As you got closer to his door, you heard him mutter something under his breath. Your fingers held on to the door handle on the sliding door and you took a deep breath. Just as you were about to slide it open, the sharp sounds of paper getting shifted around quickly made you stop. You really don’t want to disturb him but you insisted.

You slid the door open slowly and looked up to see him surrounded by papers thrown around him in various directions on the bed. He’s very passionate about his job as the EIC of the Seireitei Communications Bulletin Board. But, he can find someone who can help him with his work. Like Izuru, you noted to yourself. Distracted by the scenery, “oh”, he noticed you were standing at the doorway. “Hey babe.” He smiled. You regained your focus and smiled softly at him and walked over to the bed. He outstretched his arm to come over to his side and wrapped it around your form. “What’s up?” he looked up at you while his fingers rubbed your side. You whined softly. “Hm?” He blinked, watching you quietly crawl into the bed and sit next to him — your legs resting on your side. “What’s wrong?” He asked as you looked at all of the scattered papers with a pout.

“Y/n-“

“I want to cuddle with you.” You whined, leaning on his side.

Your warmth instantly sends shivers down to his spine. A faint tinge of red covered his cheeks. “B-babe…I-i can’t.” He stammered, refusing politely to your request. He picked up another article and started reading it. To regain his focus, again. He feels bad for choosing his job over you. Just this once, he mentally noted. The deadline is his top priority. Your eyes flickered to the article he held in his right hand. An op-ed , you noted. You began brushing his left arm as he read it. Up…and down. Slowly caressing his muscles and then sliding it down softly until your dainty hand interlaced his own, lovingly. “Shu~” you whined lowly. He hummed. “Take a nap with me.” You held onto his hand and looked up him. “I can’t.” He refused again.

You played with his fingers as he read a paragraph. He let you. Eventually, circling his paln with the tip of your finger. Slowly. the soft tingles travelled up his arm. “Mmm.” He moaned, smiling as he read a sentence. You smiled softly and did it again. Over and over until he turned to kiss your forehead.

After a long while, you rested your head on his shoulder and caressed his forearm. Your fingertips rubbed against the veins on it. A sigh left your nose and you shifted. He continued reading over the words. You took his arm and put it in between your breasts. He frowned as you did. Trying to focus. But your sweet warmth is distracting him. especially his arm being sandwiched between your breasts. You moved your chest up and down while you held on to his hand. “Babe…” he said lowly. There was no tinge behind it. But you weren’t sure if it was a call to stop or if he was actually liking it. You looked up at him as you did. His face looked focused. However, you swayed your breasts side - to - side playfully on purpose. He bit his bottom lip.

That caught his attention.

You did it again with a little more force until he turned his head to you. “What are y—“ you kissed him softly, cutting him off. “Wha-“ you kissed him again. “Babe- I…“ and again. “I- I- need to….” And again. “Y/n—“. And another until he leaned back. You whined, pouting at his rejection. “Shu~.” You leaned closer to him. He looked at you expectantly with a flushed look on his face. “Let’s take a little nap.” You said softly, resting your hand on this thigh. “I…I just have a few more left, baby.” He sighed, wrapping his arm around your form and digging his fingers in your side. Begging you to bear with him just for a little while more. “Okay.” You hummed and slid your hand up to his chest. “But you need a break.” Your hand felt his chest rise and fall as you did. “ I know…”He turned back to the forgotten article.

You snuck your hand inside his shihakusho. “Stop.” He moved it away and held your hand. You pouted. He knows he needs to take a break but he can’t. So he thinks.

Quickly, you moved down and hooked your legs hooked his own on either side. Trapping him. “O-oi!” His face started to turn red. You were straddling him…in reverse. “Y-y/n!” You smiled — seating yourself, perfectly. Your ass just right above his bulge.

The room was quiet. Awkwardly quiet. Resting your hands in front of you to anchor yourself, you sat comfortably above his groin with a cute smile on your face..

The white noise in the air can be felt. “You can go back to what you’re doing, shu.” you turned back to look at him, softly. He stared back at you in surprise. Blinking at your audacity, as a matter of fact. His cheeks looks more red than before.

Cute. You smiled.

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The sounds of the fabrics rubbing against each other were heard between you two.You were busy grinding on his clothed bulge. You rolled your hips in circles. Slowly, but with enough pressure to feel his cock rubbing against your pussy. Shuhei was forcing himself to focus on his work. His brows deepened to make him look so. even though, your sweet warmth felt so good. “Mm.” You moaned lowly, rubbing your pussy against the soft fabric with good measure. He bit his lip when you shifted a bit to get some more friction as tried to read a sentence for the fifth time. Since, the article kept moving side - to - side from your ministrations. Clearly, it was hard for him to read it. He moved the paper out of the way and saw your covered ass under the black night dress rocking him in bed. He stared hard. His eyes heavily focused on your ministrations while he held up the article up to the side. He bit his bottom lip as you did. It felt so good.

Soon after, you started bouncing your ass on his clothed length. “Ugh.” He panted lowly, still in a daze as he watched your ass shaking on his clothed cock. You couldn’t see him but you were making him bounce in the bed too. He bit his bottom lip hard as he started to get hard from the way his body moved around as he sat in bed. He gripped the paper in his hand when he felt a good spot your ass was bouncing on — the tip. He rewarded you with a heavy sigh. “Unh!” You hiccuped, feeling it poking your pussy. You started humping it quickly — making you shiver as felt how hard flaccid it’s become. You felt like you were humping a hard stick. A really good one.

You leaned forward and went back to bouncing on his cock. “Damn.” He grit his teeth. The way you shook your ass up and down, shuhei gave an open mouth groan while he was getting rocked by just your ass. You then bucked your hips roughly against the tip. “Mrm!” You whimpered at the sensation; making your pussy throb more. He laid his head back on the headboard — relishing the fluttering sensations his cock was receiving from you. “Aaaaahhh.” He sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. His mouth wide open, he breathed heavily at the sensation and spreads his legs out more. “Uuuunh.” He moaned lowly, feeling more of that sweet warmth of your ass. He ripped his eyes away from the ceiling and looked down at you. His cheeks were hot. He rests his hand on your ass to make sure it’s not going anywhere while he held on to the now-crumbled paper in the other. His slow yet rough breathes didn’t go unnoticed by you. Especially, his toes were clenching. Shuhei grits his teeth roughly to cover his moans. He knows you got him wrapped around your finger. He’s stubborn. However, the way your ass bounces on his length makes him choke on his breath every time.

Huh?

He noticed a shiny wet patch on his pants. He wants to lift up your dress but this view is too much for him. So he thinks; letting curiosity get the best of him. You shook your ass in front him to encourage him since you felt his hand grip on your night dress, shyly. You waited for him but you pulled it up for him. “W-wha-!” He stammered, his eyes widened when you pulled your dress up and showed him your glistening pussy. His face turned red like a tomato while his cock twitches. “Babe! Y-you’re not…” he whispered in surprise, staring at your pretty flesh. “Hmm?” You turned around, acting oblivious. You rubbed your pussy against the dark fabric and he breathed in deeply when he saw the long strings of your arousal stretching out as you did. “Mmmm.” You shut your eyes to relish the pure sensation of the soft fabric. You spread your legs further part as the source of warmth was stroking your pussy, softly. Just slowly brushing your folds and your clit against it. It was making your pussy pulsate at the sensation, relentlessly.

He shyly looked at your beautiful ass and your glistening puffy pussy. It was too hot to ignore.

“S-shit.” He had to rip his eyes away from you and forced himself to look at the poor crumbled article in his hand. “Mmmm~” you hummed softly at the sensation, slowly circling your ass on his clothed cock, making your pussy throb with excitement. He peeked at you from his peripheral. Your moans echoed in his head. You sat up and looked down in between. You slid your hand in between your legs and searched for his fly on his pants. He squinted. Not sure if he should stop you or not. You pushed the fabric to either side and unveiled his hard cock. He breathed in heavily as you gently pulled it out and stroked it, slowly. You aligned the tip against your pussy and began grinding on it. His cock was sandwich in between your folds. You leaned on one of your elbows and rolled your hips up against the warm flesh. “Aaahh.” You moaned softly, stroking your folds slowly against his cock. His eyes were getting hazy as he watched. The way his cock was getting smothered with your warm arousal lovingly, his mouth got watery at the sight. “W-wow.” He panted, not daring to rip his eyes away from your beautiful pussy.

The slow wet sounds goes unnoticed as your pussy glazed his sheath with your warm arousal. He stared deeply at the tip of his cock getting covered by your slickness; creating a shiny warm cover around it. “O-oh.” He sucked his breath when you teased the tip by poking it against your entrance but not going all the way in.

Tsk. That’s it.

You slid your pussy against the thick shaft slowly while your eyes were shut. You were in your own world — relishing the pleasure you were feeling —

“Hm?” Your eyes opened and you stopped. You felt a warm digit rubbing against your cunt. It rubbed it in circles and then dipped inside your cunt. You turned to look at him and saw pure lust in his sharp eyes. You clenched around his thumb as it was dipping into your cunt, teasingly. He immediately picked up the articles and dumped them on his nightstand and said heavily, “Come here..”, before he laid down and pulled you back effortlessly with your legs and pushed your rear up to his face.

Your face suddenly felt hot.

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Your trembling lips faced his length. His arms were wrapped around your thighs and his muscular hands spread your cheeks open; observing your glistening pussy. You stroked his cock as he did; waiting for him to start. You felt his exhale brush your flesh. “Uuunnh” you moaned, shivering when he slid his tongue in between your folds. Your legs twitched at the sensation. Making your squirm in his grip. He did it again. And again. Earning him a gratified sigh from your trembling lips. “Mmmm.” You bit your lip when you felt the warm muscle circle your clit. “Unh~!” You gasped, trembling in his hold as you stroke his cock. Your brows deepened as you did; trying so hard not cum so soon. So, you bit your bottom lip for some kind of self control. His tongue glides through your pussy and you rolled your hips on it. “Oh fuck! Shu~” you lifted your head up and hissed. You rewarded him by licking the underside of the tip of his cock. Slowly, with some pressure against your soft tongue. “U-uunh.” He moaned as he circled your clit. You circled the pinkish head lovingly like it was a lollipop; feeling the veins on your tongue as you did. “A-aaah.” He breathed out heavily and clenched his toes. You were mimicking the way he was licking your folds and then dippinng it inside your cunt. He listened to the wet sounds of his tongue licking your wet pussy and cunt — watching your pussy throbbing in front of his eyes. “Ugh!” You hiccuped as he mouthed your entire pussy and kissed it deeply. The wet lip smacking sounds rang in yours ears and your tummy pushed in — fluttering from the warmth of his crafty mouth.

He was eating your pussy with his eyes shut. Sucking your inner lips with so much want that it made you shiver. You began sucking his cock. Wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking gently while your tongue swiped around it. “Ugh.” He groaned, licking his lips to relish the warmth from your mouth. He spreads your cheeks out more and started flicking your clit, feverishly. “Mm!” you whimpered as you sucked it, fondling his sack, gently. You felt it twitch in your hand and you kneaded it more. “Shit.” He spreads his legs further apart and pushed his hips up to your mouth from the sensations.

With a wet pop, you licked down his length and sucked his sack. “Aaawwwwh.” He moaned heavily and dropped his head back on the pillow. “Mmm.” You sucked the skin and licked around it. He stared up at the ceiling and breathed heavily as you did. “Oh baby.” He breathed out. Your warm lips felt so good fondling his sack. He smacked your ass to reward you. You licked all the way up to the tip and flicked it, playfully. “U-ugh.” He shivered at the sensation. His face contorting as you did. A sudden shock of pleasure spread through your body when his tongue grazed your clit with good measure. You broke away and whined. He kissed it with gentle sucks — bobbing his head slowly as if he’s kissing your soft lips. “U-Unh.”Your pants came out like hiccups. You arched your back to dig your knees deeper into the bed to get more friction from his lips. “Uuuuuunh.” You moaned, backing your pussy closer to his face. You shook your ass to get more of it as he started licking your pulsating clit. “Right there, right there...” You praised, your clit pulsating uncontrollably. “Oooo.” You cried as you began circling your pussy against his tongue roughly. Within seconds your were becoming a twitching mess. “U-ugh!” You cried when he tightened his grip around your thighs and sucked your pulsating clit roughly. “Aaaaah!” You cried loudly, squirming in his tight grip and falling down.

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The sounds of the bed springs bouncing steadily and heavy breathing filled the air. You cupped his face and stared into his face. Nose to nose, you rode his cock slowly yet roughly with so much want as he sat up. His arms wrapped around you, he held you tightly to anchor you. “Uuuuunh.” He drawled, looking up at you like you were goddess. You hummed as you rolled your hips and observed his face. “Oooh. Fuck…” he shut his eyes to relish your tight warmth as you rode his cock like ocean waves. “Uuuugh. Fuck.” He groaned lazily, breathing in to your face when you clenched him. “Mm.” You moaned softly, staring deeply at him. His cock was stroking your walls so well lovingly. The tip poking your sweet spot when you grind on him steadily with passion.

“You feel so good, baby.” You whispered, pushing yourself closer to his chest as you rode him. Your hard nipples brushed against his chest earning a deep satisfied pant escape his nose. His hands started brushing up and around your smooth back. Slowly and lovingly; mimicking the way your pussy strokes his cock so well. “Awh. Fuck.” He looked down and rolled his hips up. “Oh. Fuck.” He said again, looked at you with hazy eyes, drunk over your pussy hugging him. You giggled softly and kissed his nose. “Mmmm.” He moaned and shut his eyes again.

The sight made you more wetter. Soon after, He increased his pace a bit when he heard the wet sounds coming from your pussy. “Feels so good.” He whispered, looking up at you with so much love. Everything felt so good between you two. He deep sigh came out from him and he rests his hands on your waist. His fingers were digging in your sides whenever you poked your sweet spot and relishing the warmth of your ass rubbing against his thighs. He’s in heaven.

“Mm.” You hummed and kissed his lips, softly. Both lips enveloped each other, slowly. Dancing with rhythm to the slow yet rough pace of your guys’s ministrations. The passionate slow kisses echoed in the air as you both pleased each other. You broke away by licking the top of his lip and you gently pushed him back on the mountain of pillows. He smirked at you and chucked softly. You placed your hands on his chest and began rolling your hips slowly as you straddled him. “Mmm~” he moaned and smirked at your task. He brushed your thighs as you did while his body was getting rocked up by you, lovingly. “Unh.” You moaned softly, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you rode on his cock. “Awh yeah.” He whispered lowly, looking up at you. His voice filled your ears with praises. Telling you how good you’re doing and how beautiful you look. “Just like that.” He pushed his feet in a bit to feel your ass rubbing him and then bit his bottom lip and slides his hands behind your ass and started thrusting into your cunt with good measure.

Your hiccups were music to his hears as he bucked his hips in to your sobbing cunt. The skin slapping sounds echoed in the room as he watched his cock enter you — glazed with your sweet warm arousal. “Oh Yeah.” You whispered breathlessly, your breasts were bouncing from his ministrations. You were rising and falling from his cock beautifully. “You like that, huh.” He smirked, bitting his bottom lip from the way your pussy taking him so well from his controlled thrusts.

“That’s it.” He hissed, grabbing your ass while you bounced on his length. The tip hitting your sweet spot it knew so so well. He rolls his hips up to meet your sobbing cunt, deeply. “Oooo.” He founded an even better spot and thrusts deeply into your sobbing cunt quickly. “There it is. Right there.” He praised, heeding the wet sounds mixed your ass slamming against his thighs.

“Uuuugghh.” He dropped his head back on the pillow. Your pants were music to his ears. He looked at up you and observed your assets responding to his deep controlled thrusts. “Yeah, baby.” He whispered, sliding his hands up to your breasts. “Ride it.” He breathed heavily, kneading your flesh. You placed your on either side of his head and started riding his cock feverishly. “Mmmm.” You whimpered breathlessly, your wet pussy slapping against his pelvis. He dropped his legs and spreads them legs apart. “Uuuunh..” he groaned deeply, his body getting rocked up by you quickly. The legs of the bed creaked quickly as you both were reaching your high. “Go ‘head baby.” He dropped his hands on either side and pushed his head back deeply into the pillow. “Take me away.” He hissed, thrusting into you quickly. “U-unh!” You cried, feeling the hot syrupy feeling swarm in your tummy.

You ass bounced crazily on him as he slams into your sobbing cunt. “Sh-shu!” You feel a wave of your release coming as you looked down at him. He looked completely blissed out. His eyes were shut and He breathed heavily as you rode him quickly. “Ah-aunh.” You cried, your walls were crumbling with the need to release. He grins at the fluttering sensations and slides his hands down to your waist.

“Ah! Aaaah!” You squirmed crazily, squirting on him. The filthy wet sounds rang between you two as he kept going. “Awwwhh.” He moaned, pushing his head back into the pillow as he slams onto your trembling core. Your walls were squeezing him so much. He smacked your ass roughly as he fucks you feverishly. Soon after, his hips started gyrating. “Ha…ha!” He choked on his breath heavily. “Mm!” His face contorted as gets closer to his release. His fingers digs deep into your sides as he did. “U-uuuugh!” He growls deeply, shooting his cum inside of you. “Shu!”You felt it as he did and twitched from the overstimulating sensations. Making you shoot spurts of your fluids on him.

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His choked breaths echoed in the thick air. His cock covered in his cum, he gave a few short thrusts to cool off from the intense orgasm. You whimpered softly at the sensation and sat on it whenever he thrusts up into your messy cunt. “Mmm.” He heaved as you did, opening his eyes. “Ugh~” he slid inside slowly, taking his time to feel your squeezes around his cock. You leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned in the kisses as he circled his hips until the orgasm faded away. “Mmm…baby.” He broke away from the lazy kiss. You hummed softly as you started leaving soft wet pecks on his left cheek and down to his neck. “Ugh…I don’t think I’ll be able to finish my work.” He said lazily and chuckled. You broke away from your task and giggled softly at the man below you. “That was the plan.” You whispered softly. He snorted. “What will I do without you...”

“Pass out.” You blurted out. He hummed in agreement. “I owe you one.” He smiled softly and you nodded. “Good. I want you to call in sick tomorrow and give the rest of the work to Izuru.” You told the man. You didn’t stutter.

“Eh?” His eyes widened in surprise.

“No exceptions.” You said sharply and kissed his cheek.

He sighed.

Izuru…please don’t kill me.

He cries inside for the rest of the night.

End.

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electronicwitchcollection · 8 months

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Me: I watch bleach for the plot

*the plot*

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 17 ➡ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙 / 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐒. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 𝙷𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟽 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛? 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 💗 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. face riding shinji. no hands coming. overstimulation. 𝐰𝐜: 684 ➡ hentober masterlist

Fingers interlocked, for a better grip, for a better balance. Upside down, the one who is always top is now underneath. Your sex is pressed against his lips, Shinji can’t breathe. He doesn’t want to, either.

Cold metallic little ball making it all better, it gets coated with your honeys, it explores the ups and downs of your folds. Shinji sucks, Shinji gloats.

Blonde, almost yellow strands get tangled around your fingers. You move his head up and down, you need more, and your hips help too. His nails carve on your glutes, making marks, leaving soon to be bruises.

He smiles, you can feel that. You can sense it on your core. And it’s cute he does, as you whimper but you never stop rubbing yourself against him. Face sitting wasn’t’ your idea, but you are so thankful to have acceded.

From time to time, you slightly stand up. Shinji needs oxygen, no man could survive without it.

“Don’t stop, keepf goingf” he mumbles, muzzled by your weight. His eyes are shining, they show how much he is enjoying your sex being pressed against his mouth.

Shinji buries his fingers on each side of your hips, squeezing your flesh and pushing you down once again. His tongue goes right inside your entrance, and when he is satisfied with your trembling limbs that have stopped resisting your body, he then reaches for your bouncing breasts.

You take peeks to the back, watching how your captain’s dick gets harder, reddish, and can’t stop oozing precum. A string that goes from his tip towards his shaft and into his balls. And so much it flows it gets the bed a little wet while forming a pool of arousal honeys.

You are tempted to grab it, you want to give him some relief while riding his face. But, Shinji won’t allow it. He doesn’t want to get any other form of pleasure than giving it all to you.

Jazz music plays in the background, sensual melody that accompanies your moans and his grunts. You are coming, like that song is coming to an end and like Shinji is probably climaxing without hands. How exciting and hot it is to know you have pure power over a man’s orgasms without even touching his dick.

And, not only his orgasm, but yours. You feel your core spasming, you feel your muscles tightening. Lower belly announcing you are about to burst, and your whines getting louder as your hips goes harder.

“Come” he moans, with his tongue in between your folds. “Ye-s, yes” you pant, this time ignoring Shinji’s oxygen requirements.

And as you do, with your eyes white and your mouth open, Shinji devours you so deliciously and lewdly as he has never done it. It’s enough for his hips to buck up a little, showing you how much he is coming just by your mere juices filling his mouth.

Trembling, you quickly reach for his dick. Pumping motions accompany his orgasmic experience, making his skin turn bumpy and his grunts to become louder. You won’t stop until the last drop is out of him, and his overstimulated body pleads for mercy.

“(Name)- I- ughh” he moans, while you have crawled down his face and now you are in between his legs. You give little cute kisses to his tip, that’s red and still covered by his release. “What is it, love?” you playfully ask, with the salty taste of his seed on your lips and his twitching shaft in between your hands.

He throws his head back, blonde hair completely dishevelled, panting like an animal. “No more. NO MORE” he begs, making you giggle. You plant the last kiss on his tip, and then on the inner side of his thigh.

“Come’ere” Shinji says extending -weakly- his arms to call you. And you slide up, to rest your head on his chest. He is not really muscular, but his embrace is enough to completely surround you.

A bright smile turns back at his face, and with a kiss on your forehead Shinji becomes ready to keep the fun going…

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obsessedwhim · 9 months

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Running for Romance

Gripping at rocks and rubble you were able to pull yourself from the crater you had left behind, never the less you had made it from the circle's crust pain's journey had just begun to pulse through your minced meat, with a gasp you cupped your torso in a tight grip as if your very skeleton frame were about to collapse if you were to rest for any moment, and it just might- for you were in the middle of a war.

You gazed at the mess around you, who barracks were you in right now? Who was close and alive? Gah! You could barely sense anything in this sorry state, your home was in the middle of a crucial fight, and you stared out into the clouds for as long as your legs could stand.

And then just like that the cracked ground grew closer and held a bleeding headwound with a groan as you crawled to a nicely perched piece of Soul Society foundation to lean on.

Pouring a few more breaths into your lungs blood weeping wounds felt a little less much like a claw was in your gut, though there was before you discarded it- and the Quincy connected to it. You chuckled as you recalled your villain's face when he finally realized he messed up, and you won- you put your body on the line and yeah, it's a bit shredded but By the Power of The Soul King you Won!

Though- laying like a wrecked doll discarded by a child- you wondered that if your eyes were to close in this very moment, would they open again? Would you rise like before from your ashen bedding and greet the day with a mirror-pain-struck smile?

The clouds parted and wonderful warm rays littered over your weak form as though beckoning you back to life, dancing and flickering around you as if the very Gods were laughing at you to take a stand and not let the fruitless war tear you apart.

Dust still collected in the air from impact, brightening the space around you to the point you had to lift an arm to shade your gaze. Until you lowered your limb and kept your position with closed eyes while breathing in a refreshing line of oxygen, and then suddenly your brain was filled with the strange need to move, move away from here and closer to over there.

"Who... is that?" You wondered, pressing your hands to the flooring for a more stable rise, this spiritual energy was familiar yet it was like trying a different flavor of your favorite cake.

This feeling was familiar yet you were sure it couldn't be anybody else.

You were slow at first, fumbling down steep stairs and passing dust-blanketed comrades you walked further than you thought you'd be able to but- if there was any chance it was him you had to take it.

Suddenly, the eye of the energy moved and your heart nearly burst with anticipation. The impending force was moving close at a terrifyingly fast pace but you couldn't be more excited to meet what was to come.

Bloodied lips slowly pulled into a crooked smile as you picked up the pace, not wanting the arrival of your beloved to take one more second. You eagerly jumped over textured boulders and missed oncoming Soldat who nipped at your small firm with their sharpened blades, but there really was nothing quite like your best friend to rejuvenate you on the battlefield.

Though you gained a new slice here and there it was nothing compared to your angered kicks and released Zanpakuto abilities "Sorry guys but I got somewhere to BE- WOAH!"

Lost in your bandit-like attitude you slipped and fell down an angled piece of the Seireitei, landing with less grace than a Squad Eleven member you groaned at the aching throb from your tailbone "Ooooh, that can't be good" you hissed.

But alas! Listen to the echoes of war and there you shall hear it! A strong voice bellowing your name through the ruins, the pool of reishi moving faster than before. Pushing yourself upright once more you flashed away from a group of incoming Quincy foot soldiers but they were quick to follow.

You moved your tearing sandals and squinted as a black silhouette grew larger over the horizon, it bounced and dodged incoming attacks but no wound was left behind and neither was an enemy from this person's overwhelming Zanpakuto attack.

The image called out your name as though you had perished in the many attacks by Yhwach and his army but you could feel this person's eyes zero in on you and his features became clearer with every forced step.

"Ichigo!"

Your smile grew wide and your hands had already begun reaching out to collide with your oncoming partner, but still, those relentless Soldat pursued you without any need to not go after you, after all, it was you who had been tunneling through the Soul Society to rid your home of those troops which surrounded your home and blocked off necessary travel points, covering hideouts and drawing them away from unprotected groups of Reapers, all while taking many of them out in the process.

Now here was your final stand, despite running, and this would be the moment for fate to decide if you were going to survive this horrible ordeal, but with your beloved so close by all seemed well and the world was near right again. Bones grew tired while your lungs were failing to keep up with the speed of your entourage, there was a slim chance you could die at the moment but you knew that, it came with the paperwork when you first became a Reaper but with your blood count low and brushing through countless enemies your life force was finally beginning to take the effects of your unending battle, brows curled as the last pockets of energy you had begun rapidly dispelling, tripping as you attempted to keep up the chase but your hand's still kept reaching out for him.

"I-cchiiii-GOOOO!"

The Soldat group circled you from behind and jumped for a final attack, you ignored their oncoming presence, and others completely filled your senses.

A large arm held you to a strong body, he brushed you into his protective hold and released his shikai ability which swept all the soldiers into the world around them in a dangerous blanket of dark glowering spiritual energy.

You relaxed into Ichigo's hold while you both spun around from his life-saving charge, you were placed onto blistering dainty sandals as Ichigo's hands circled your cheeks "Are you okay? You're not dying right?! Man! I knew I should've been faster!!" He fussed, bright orbs littering over your wrecked form as you smiled incandescently through the blood and pain, placing a hand over his own you laughed at his worried reaction. He took it as a good sign but was still careful to hug you with the softest hold he could muster, snatching you from the cold air between you both he hummed while breathing in your hair.

Tightening his hold slightly when he lifted his lips to kiss you on the less-blooded side of your melon.

"I-I'm sorry I left, none could find you.."

You shook your head with a curled brow "It's because I didn't want to be found"

Ichigo's features were quick to turn confused and his hold lightened, you explained you were more useful hidden, and lost in the fight. Utter concentration was needed for you to carry out what you thought was necessary and still, he retorted, of course, he understood but he also wanted you to be safe, and you shook your head once more.

"The only thing I need in this world, Ichigo" You lifted red spotted hands and tried not to smear any of your liquids on his cheekbones or new outfit "It's standing right before me, that's it"

Ichigo released a sigh as he drank in your wounded form, ignoring how you told him to leave you behind and flash off to end this war. Finish this fight and you could be together peacefully. The gingers eyes softened at your words and he leaned forward till soft lips bumped yours shyly but with purpose, and you pressed back with a ferocious need to feel him closer.

"I'll take you somewhere safe, and then" he pinched you from the ground and beamed a confident grin at you "I'll end this, and come back" Ichigo nuzzled his forehead close as a blush rose and you kicked your feet with a giggle, you nudge back.

"You always do"

#ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki x reader #fanfics #ichigo kurosaki x oc #bleach x reader #fanfiction #bleach ichigo #bleach headcanons #fanfic writing #bleach tybw

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my0vershareworld · 1 year

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𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕪𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤..

Pairing: Äs Nödt x GN!Human reader

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons, Romantic.

CW: None

Requested by @blackrose185: Hey I was wondering if I could ask for headcanons for Äs Nödt with a shy s/o? Tyy

A/N: holy shit a non-anon ask?!?!?!? hell yas

he knows you're shy. he knows you're scared of speaking and talking to people. he knows. he knows you have fear just like any other people do. is normal.

he never finds you weird or too quiet because he get it. you have fear and is fine! he understands he really do!

mostly he always do the talking for you since he can read people quite well so he just took the words out your mouth or even brain.

he honestly finds it a bit adorable how you stutters with your words a lot and how you're scared of saying things directly to him.

he honestly love that you don't talk a lot to the point that is annoying to him. but sometime he really wish you talk more because when he talk and you do nothing at all but just stares at him he feel like he just talking to himself.

a lot of times the both of you just stays quiet when there's really nothing interesting going on. just on the couch sitting together (sometimes Nödt just lay on your lap as he let you stroke his hair with your fingers) and in those quiet times he actually likes it. he likes sitting with you just. not talking. but still with you.

he can stay with you on the same couch yet not say a single thing. just you being beside him gives him warmth and comforts.

he loves you no matter if you're quiet or not. even if you are talkative he knew you would be the only true love for him. the only person he feel like just being by your side makes him feel like he's in heaven. happy and whole.

#{ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 }#as nodt #as nodt bleach #bleach as nodt #bleach tybw #bleach fanfiction #as nodt x y/n #as nodt x you #as nodt x reader #bleach fluff #bleach headcanons #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x reader

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fanfictions-i-cant-write · 5 days

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What if it was a temporary fix when Ichigo was given his powers back? Final Getsuga Tensho irreparably broke his soul and the Reiatsu given to him is pouring out of him. Getting stronger helps Ichigo hold on for longer, but he knows that soon he’ll be just as weak and powerless as he had been after the Winter War. Would his friends abandon him again? Could he survive losing his powers again with his humanity intact because it's not just Reiatsu he's losing but also Zangetsu and his very soul?

He has enough power to defeat Yhwach in the Thousand-Year Blood War but in the moments after, he’s got the only Soul Reaper strong enough to kill him at his current power level nearby. Does he want the slow agonising torture of living the rest of his life without his soul, without Zangetsu?

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teejaywyatt1 · 9 months

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✨A new Shunsui Kyoraku fic titled “Commiseration” will drop on Wednesday, July 26th at 2:30PM EST.✨

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #reader insert #bleach #bleach tybw #bleach smut #shunsui kyoraku #shunsui bleach #shunsui x y/n #shunsui x you #shunsui x reader #shunsui smut #black female characters #original female character #black oc #black reader insert #x black!reader #x black reader

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geekedoutbunny · 1 year

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How do they propose to the reader? For aizen, szayel and mayuri (seperately ) plz

Aizen\Szayel\Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

Ah, a proposal ask, let's see what we can do for you then.

Thank you for sending in this ask, we'll answer it with the highest of regards and with the utmost justice. Hopefully you enjoy it.

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Aizen

Aizen has been planning this for months now, he's been waiting to surprise you with this proposal for months now, and it was finally time for him to do so. He would wait for when your birthday would come along, he'll celebrate your birthday with you and your family, he'll be waiting patiently for your birthday to come to an end.

He'll happily smile at you and your family, happy to see you happy with your family on your special day. After your birthday party has settled down and quieted down, he'll walk up to you, and he'll give you a sweet smile and you'll return it. He'll then get down on his knee and you'll be overwhelmed with emotions. and tears will come to your eyes.

He'll give you a tender smile, and he'll ask you. "Will you marry me?" You'll nod, to overcome with emotions to speak, he'll place the ring on your finger gently, and then he'll embrace you. Love flooding your souls.

Szayel

He'll propose to you in a wacky way, you'll both be in the science lab together, working on separate projects, you weren't much of a scientist, but you did like testing things every now and then, helping him to understand whatever it was he wanted to discover. Szayel wasn't the most romantic or affectionate, he just couldn't bring himself to be that way.

Came the day of the proposal, he just asked out of the blue, it was so random and sudden, you almost missed it. You were both lost into your own work, deep in thought, when he suddenly spoke up. "We should get married today or tomorrow, what do you think, dear?" He asked suddenly, you just nodded absent mindedly, before you stopped what you were doing and you looked over at him.

"What?" You asked him, as you blinked a few times before you looked over at him. He was still deep into his work when he answered you. "Do you want to get married today or tomorrow?" He repeated himself as he paused his work and looked at you. You stared at him like a fish, and he simply shook his head and sighed. "Once you've overcame your shock, give me an answer will you please?" He asked before he simply walked away.

Mayuri

He'll propose in the most extravagant way possible, you'll nearly be embarrassed to even be his lover, yet feel extremely blessed to have a man like him in your life. Mayuri was an explosive and exciting man, he was loud, bold and proud. He was quick to boast but he was also rather humble. He'll propose at the least unexpected time in your lives.

You'll be in a small meeting, you didn't have to be here, but Mayuri insisted, that since you were his other half, you were to be there. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you'll admit, that it was rather cute. You, Mayuri, Byakuya, Ukitake and Hitsuagay, would be holding a small meeting, the topic at hand. Ichigo Kurosaki. They wanted to discuss on what they should do to assist in his issue at the moment.

However, in the middle of the meeting, Mayuri suddenly turned towards you, and he dug into his breast pocket, he was fishing for something until he found it and he pulled out a small remote. You all stared at him, trying to understand what it was that he was trying to do. He then held up the remote and he pressed the red button in the center. The ceiling opened and out came confetti and balloons. Nemu was on a string, that was slowly lowering her, she was holding a large sigh that said. "Will you be my co-captain, Y/N?" You blushed at the words and everyone rolled their eyes.

He turned towards you, an expectant look upon his face. You looked at him and you nodded. "Yes.... Yes.... I'll marry you." You said in a small but determined voice. He'll give you cocky smirk. "I knew you would." He said.

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katsuma6 · 2 months

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Calling Bleach men bro! ヾ(＠⌒▽⌒＠)ﾉ

- Grimmjow, Ichigo, Toshiro, Renji, Byakuya, Aizen.♡

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unohanaswetdream · 1 year

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Bellflowers

Bellflower aka Campanula The name campanula came from the Latin word ‘Campanula’ to mean ‘bell’. The more common name of the flower is a 'Bellflower'.

A symbol of affection, constancy and everlasting love.

AO3

afab!reader

5.9k words

a/n hi ! ty so much for clicking on my story !! i do hope you enjoy ! much love <33

also i know canonically unohana's eyes are blue but this is my story n brown eyes r so much better. to my brown eyed ppl i love you mwah

WARNINGS - 18+ please - spoilers for TYBW if you have not read past ep. 9 - swearing - explicit depictions of sex

Walking through the corridors of the squad 4 barricades without a plan in mind, you felt the urge to suddenly stop and take a break, your ears straining only to have caught a faint sobbing coming from somewhere. Even though it was none of your business you decided to find out who it was. However, walking further down the corridor seemed to help significantly as you heard whoever it was getting louder and louder, stopping at the head office of the Squad 4 Captain, Unohana, Retsu, something in your mind screaming at you to not go in and allow yourself to be naïve for a little bit longer but of course your stubbornness would have never let you.

Opening the door, you felt the air shift only to choke you in surprise like someone was secretly following you and in order to make their presence known to you they wrapped their fiery hot hands tightly around your throat leaving you unable to think. The first thing you saw when your eyes become focused was a Bellflower in its vase however, the once vibrant purple flower was voided of any colour, evocative of its original colour instead all that was left was a shrivelled brown husk of a flower. Eventually you realised who was crying and realised why they were crying within those few milliseconds it took to open the door and glance around. There was no time for you to cry ,there was no time for you to do anything but to just stand there, no matter the urge you felt to run after her, kill him for her so she did not have to die but deep down you knew it would be fruitless, you knew it was too late, you knew your love of your life was never ever going to come back. All those dreams you had together just shattered into so many pieces that it would be impossible to put all the small shards back together again. You felt as though you could throw up, the acid slowly crawling up your oesophagus making your throat feel as though sodium hydroxide was slowly eating away at you. And finally, Isane turned to you.

‘Oh, Inase is everything okay’ trying your best to keep your voice neutral and even, even though you had known her forever you still could not express your true emotions to her.

‘Oh my god oh my oh’ she was not making sense at all. The grief making her uncomprehensive and if someone had walked in at this moment, they would’ve thought it was Isane that was married with Retsu not you not that anyone really knew except a few.

Thinking about your wedding day just made you crumble, you just could not mask your emotions anymore.

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Jūshirō walked you down the small aisle in front of Lisa and Shunsui while clutching a bouquet of purple Bellflowers - your favourite flowers particularly because of the colour - to meet Retsu who was standing already there because she didn’t want to be walked down the aisle. Too nervous to even look at her you kept your eyes on Isane who was at front ready to marry you together, however you forgot that there were steps causing you to trip and fall right at Retsu’s feet.

Amongst your panic, you her Shunsui loudly and proudly may you add say ‘ I guess you really fell for her huh’ earning him a punch from Lisa his lieutenant.

You could not be too mad at him because he did manage to create a simple Kidō that allowed white rose petals to fall from the sky all around them and because of the sunset it made them glow with all different shades of red, orange and purple. You had never seen a scene like this ever and to know this is how your wedding will be remembered made you so proud that you asked Retsu if she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you.

A ‘tsk’ dragged you from your thoughts, only to look up and see the biggest smile you had ever seen on her face. This made you want to hug her legs and cry because it was only now that you were realising how real all of this was. She was just wearing her normal captain robe - more of a fuck you to the elders – but she still looked as beautiful as ever. Her hair that was normally plaited at the front was completely straight and shieling her from the setting sun, yet the light that got pass her hair rested on her eyes, those eyes you fell in love with, almost making them glow and shine like honey or perfectly tempered dark chocolate. Her beautiful scar glowed like amber making you remember all the nights you showered it with butterfly kisses.

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That scar that led you to this moment.

You dropped to your knees, all different emotions hit you at once, but you were so overwhelmed, so overstimulated you could not tell one emotion from another.

The one who made you feel accepted, loved, normal, strong and happy left you without as much as a goodbye. But you knew that was not her style and there was a definite chance she left you a ‘see you again’ somewhere if you looked hard enough. You knew it was hidden just good enough that prior to this interaction you wouldn’t know what it was, even though anger and hurt surged throughout you, you knew that there was not really anyone else better you would have wanted to find this news from. Maybe Shunsui but she knew he’d fight her about leaving you without saying anything, even after over thousand years you knew his love for you never faded. Little did you know who helped orchestrate this event.

Your cries and screams were silent, but it was not unheard. There was shuffling of two feet in Retsu’s office and when you felt two arms and a body press against you it confirmed who it was. Isane just held you there as your whole world fall apart, as the pain you felt was almost indescribable. You felt as though you had woken up mid surgery choking on your blood only to discover that your lungs were removed so you could not breathe and your heart in a dish beside your head so all you felt was emptiness, numbness just a void in a Shinigami’s skin suit.

Your nose was so blocked from your sobbing that when you hiccupped you could not breathe through your nose. This resulted in you thinking you couldn’t breathe at all, your panic manifested into your breathing which became extremely more capricious, your ears felt like it was collapsing into your skull, the pressure in your head felt like your head was going to combust painting the walls with your brain matter. You just couldn’t, what was it that you couldn’t? You didn’t know, all you knew was that you couldn’t, that word just circling and circling around in your mind like a hamster on a wheel. Hearing a deep husky but low call of your name allowed you to focus your attention on their voice, your hearing slowly become clearer and your breathing slowly becoming increasingly steady.

‘Isane as much as I like seeing you all flustered and red, in these circumstances it makes me rather upset. Wipe those tears and go to your room to freshen up a bit, okay?’ In response Isane pulls away from you, leaving the feeling of emptiness in the places where she was pressed up against you to match the emptiness of your insides.

Once you heard Isane’s footsteps disappear and the large wooden door shut, you turn to Shunsui. Always handsome no matter the circumstances with his long wavy hair pulled back leaving one strand dangling in his face, his eye patch on his right eye fully secured with elastic on each corned ensuring it does not go flying off in a fight while enhancing his high cheekbones. His beard trimmed, the beard you once enjoyed so much scratching your inner thigh, his pink, flowered kimono that he almost never took off however, his sakkat seemed to be missing. But something seemed off at the way he looked at you, hints of pity along with an I told you so look that you would have missed if you hadn’t known him for as long as you did.

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His thrusts hitting your g-spot, you could not remember a time when he had never hit your g-spot let alone make you squirt on his cock. The smell of sex was so overwhelming, so intoxicating that it drove you both wild with lust.

Shunsui’s tells of his inebriate lusted state were always how his nails dug into your hips so hard leaving you with bruises, your back covered in bites, his fast and deep thrusts into your cunt leaving you bruised for days on end.

Your tells were asking for it harder and faster, clamping your walls around his dick to earn a deep husky growl in your ear and an in depth explanation of how much of a good whore you are, asking to go on top so he could fondle with your ass with an occasional thumb swipe over your asshole.

What made this experience different was that he made you roll onto your back and presume a missionary position which had never happened during your benefit part of friends and benefits agreement as it was either doggystyle or reverse cowgirl. Not that you cared, the mating press which he proceeded to put you in did wonders, hitting deeper into your wet cunt that you did not know was possible. But Shunsui did this for a reason and that was so you would look at him when he spoke, so he could get it through your thick skull because the only time you ever listened to him was when he was balls deep in that wet tight pussy of yours.

His grey over casted eyes pierced your like never before ‘I see the way you look at her’.

Frustration etched itself into your voice ‘who ? Can you not do this not when I’m about to fucking cum it’s a turn off’.

‘okay how about I stop’ He stops but it doesn’t stop you from thrusting up to meet his hips.

He calls your name ‘do not play dumb, I’m trying to help you but since you only listen to me when I’m fucking you, I have no choice but to do this now’.

You sigh ‘man, keep fucking, then I will be more incline to answer your question’.

His thumb finds your clit, slowly rubbing circles over it while his hips slowly pick up the pace but is not going as fast as before to ensure you are not fucked too silly that you won’t answer him.

‘Is this about Unohana Retsu ?’.

He hummed in response.

‘Are you jealous it is not like we are even together I can look at her all I want’ you tone getting harsher by the minute meanwhile Shunsui ‘s heart is shattering by the minute.

It was not that he was jealous he was worried ‘I know we are not together, but we are friends and I care about you and I would feel better knowing that you do not pursue her, she has unresolved stuff that might come back and bite her’.

The audacity of this man. ‘I know about everything, fuckin hell, who cares it’s not like it will affect me I can survive anything, I’m fucking strong I bet you think I’m too weak to be with someone like Unohana, that is it isn’t ? You think you are better because you are a man you can ‘handle’ her ?’ you questioned but did not give Shunsui time to respond before you kept going.

‘I wish you’d just shut up and fuck me I don’t give a shit about what will make you feel better okay ? I can do what I want and right now I want her.’ You were all red and your chest was heaving like you had just ran a lap of the Seireitei.

Nothing was said in response by Shunsui except that he pulled back from you, your legs dropping from his shoulder. Disappointment flooded your system but it was not long before you were flipped onto your tummy and filled again.

The thrusts were erratic; fast then slow then deep then shallow he’d pull all the way out and thrust in then he’d pull halfway out and slam back in.

His right hand went to squeeze the sides of your neck slowing the blood from reaching your brain. From time to time you’d be on the verge of blacking out before he would move his hand to your hair to give it a hard tug.

Meanwhile his left hand went to your underside to help hold you up, so you did not strain your back. His left hand pressed against the lower part of your tummy, every so often giving a gently squeeze on your pooch.

The louder your moans got and the more irregular your breathes got the faster he went knowing that you were close causing him to press his hand further into your lower tummy as to search for his hammering in and out of your warm wet walls.

Finally, your ever so often fluttering cunt became a tight fist on Shunsui ‘s dick with your juices dripping all the way down to his balls and down your thighs. This did not stop Shunsui as he did not stop thrusting into your tight contracting cunt.

At the constant whispering of dirty words into your ear, you mewled in response letting Shinshu know the affect he was having on you as his lewd descriptions would send sent electric like shocks straight down to your clit.

Shunsui could read you like a book, so he took his right hand from your hair and placed his hand on top of your pussy and used his ring and index finger to spread your lips while he used his middle finger to rub your clit in circles.

Finally, you both became undone, Shunsui was shooting rope after rope of cum into your pretty cunt. You both stayed in your positions for a while to recover your strengths. Without a word Shunsui pulled out with a large ‘POP’, you felt his cum dripping down your thigh emulsifying with yours. Then with a rough rag he began wiping your pussy, thighs then ass clean before you heard what you assumed to be Shunsui putting his clothes on and leaving.

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Shunsui slowly approached you like how a human approaches a stray cat.

And all of a sudden you saw red ‘You fucking knew, didn’t you. Shunsui do not lie to me !’.

You watched him even more carefully but since that slip of emotions when you first saw him, his face showed nothing. Absolutely nothing. All he did was nod, like he just came here to rub it in your face that he was right all along.

If you could reach his shoulders without looking silly you would have grabbed him by them and thrown him against the fucking concrete wall.

‘How could you have done this to me ? Why did you not tell me ? We could have stopped this from happening. Remember us back in the day we made such a good team, I bet it is not too late we can stop them’. However you pleas went unanswered by the man you called a friend.

‘It is not my duty to tell you what is happening with any of the Squad Captains or Lieutenants, you are my subordinate I do not owe you anything. What is happening with the first Kenpachi and eleventh is happen for the sake of this war.’ His voice revealed nothing about what he was feeling, he sounded like a robot repeating what he was trained to say and this made you spiral, how could he not give a shit about a fellow Captain being killed for the sake of this stupid war ?

‘Why does she have to be sacrificed why ? There is another way, I’m sure. I do not care who is sacrificed for the betterment of this war as long as it isn’t her. It is stupid, this war is stupid. It is all you guys fault, you fucking Shinigami, for fucking constantly wiping out the Quincies. If we worked hard enough put in effort and treated them with respect, we could have figured a way out instead of constantly resorting to wiping out a whole race of people.’

‘You fucking Shinigami’ he repeated back to you without any anger or hatred, just like he was talking about the past weeks weather ‘you are one too, do not forget, you are a part of the problem too’.

And that was all he said before he left you all alone with your thoughts which travelled back to her, to Unohana Retsu. Everything from your first night with her to the last night with her.

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‘So Unohana, Retsu or Yachiru ?’ a glint of mischief was seen in your eyes as you asked her while in HER office on HER chair with your feet on HER desk.

‘I see you must have gotten your manners from Kyōraku’ she replied in the sweetest voice you have ever heard along with a soft smile. Now while some people may have been fooled, fear struck you like lightning but what is life without a bit of fun, so you decided to keep going.

‘Maybe he got them from me’, you pushed yourself off her desk and up from her chair.

‘I find that unlikely but to answer your questions Retsu is fine for now’.

You walked over to her leaning yourself against the front of her desk ‘how was today? Were you busy healing’.

‘Yes, in fact I was, hunched over my patients while I worked on them, this job is not ideal for my back’ her voice was so inviting like a siren that you almost fell into her.

An ‘oh my’ left your mouth almost mockingly. ‘That must be horrible Retsu, I think we need to get you to unwind. How does a nice back massage work for you.’ You purred.

The right-side corner of her lip slightly pulled up in what appeared to be a ghost of a smirk ‘see my dear I was right when I said you got your manners from Kyōraku not the other way around because he would never offer someone a massage’.

You giggled ‘you would be surprised some of the stuff he has done’.

‘I don’t think so considering the amount of times I have had to hear the ‘stuff he has done’’. Causing you to blush.

Pretending you did not hear that response you proceeded to show her to her office couch. ‘Where do you keep you body oils’ you questioned while turning around to let her unchanged.

Her sweet voice pierced the air ‘in the desk, bottom draw on the left’.

By time you found it and got back to the couch you found Retsu resting her head on a pillow for support while laying tummy down on the couch naked, her hair was laying flatly on her back. She had one towel covering the couch and another one covering her voluminous ass that you just wanted to dive into.

Before you started anything else you lightly combed her long hair with your hands, from top to bottom then using your right index finger you placed it at the top of her head in the middle so when you dragged your nail down it split her hair into two. Once split you used your left hand to grab the left part of her hair to place it on top of her left shoulder and proceeded to do the same with her right half putting it on top of her right shoulder.

You cleared your throat ‘okay I am going to rub this coconut oil in my hands to warm it up and then we will start at your head and hopefully end at your legs’ if you did not get side tracked.

Then you began working your thumbs up and down from her ears to the base of her neck allowing her to deeply exhale. As you kept going and going her little deep exhales started becoming deep but delicate moans making you never want to stop. Hearing her made its way straight down to your core making you tremble slightly with excitement. Finally, you got to her lower back using your palms to rub up and down then when you decided to change pace and rub her in circles and by her moans were filling up the room.

You leaned down to her ear ‘may I’ while pointing your head to her back signalling that you wanted to get onto the couch.

She tilted her head to face you, while her eyes flickered to your lips for a millisecond however, you caught it because of your intense focus on her gorgeous face. happily, an answer of ‘yes’ came out breathily from Retsu.

You decided that you wanted to test what the atmosphere was like right now between the two of you so, you allowed your eyes to flicker between her lips and her eyes while slowly leaning in. As fate would have it, she started to mirror you, slowly but surely your lips came together in mid-air, and you had to resist the urge to moan out of anticipation. You could taste the remnants of the hospital on her lips but as you kept kissing it slowly faded to a sweeter and earthlier after taste, reminiscent of the smell of Bellflowers that would fill your room when you would open your window to your garden. Retsu’s right hand went to softly cup the back of you head and in hopes that it meant she wanted more, you decided to test the waters. You gently pushed you tongue to the edge of your lips and pulled back to see her response and to your surprised she repeated your movement so when it went to your turn your tongues both collided, both you and Retsu’s lips were slightly parted to allow your tongues to give each other gentle kitten licks. With one first and final moan you pulled back, saliva connecting you two like the red string of fate. Looking at her now plump deep rose lips all wet made you want to groan with lust, yet, you had things to do.

Stepping back to get onto your feet you advanced to stand next to her lower back, so it made it easier to get onto the couch, with your left leg you lifted it up from the ground and placed it in the gap between the couch and the left side of her body. Then using your hands, you tightly grip the top of the couch, so you didn’t fall, lifting your right leg you placed it on her right side which left you hovering over her butt. Looking up only now did you realise how large the couch is, estimating that it would easily be the size of a double bed.

Lowering yourself down to were your face meets her ear, you give it a little kiss, lick and nibble near her lobe. Each kiss kept getting lower and lower, from ear to under her ears to the base of her neck where it meets her shoulder. From there you decided to focus your attention on her spine, the first kiss was light at the top of her spine, the coconut oil lightly coating your lips. Thankfully, you were a thorough lover of all things coconut other wise you would not be having as much fun as you were having right now. After that first kiss, goosebumps scattered all over her back, as you kept getting lower and lower the goosebumps never disappeared, finally, you reached her lower back first paying your respects to her by kissing her two little back dimples before you left one final kiss atop of her ass which strangled a sweet moan from her plump lips.

Using your hand to push yourself up, you go again, back to her ear to ask ‘would you like me to play with that pussy of yours’, your hands encouraging her as you use them to rub all over her body.

Her response was a ‘please’ that was more of an order then begging which ended up dampening your underwear even more.

So, you moved to the left end of the couch so you didn’t sit on her legs and could remove the towel covering her ass without a problem. You tapped her ass so she could lift it up and spread her legs a bit so you could get aback entrance. Watching her do this just made you high on her and it could have been a trick of the light, but you swear you saw a little bit of recoil. Lining up behind her you place your thumb at her cunt opening and dragged all the juices that gathered up there, all the way to her clit where you gave the stiff bean a flick and gentle rub before you massage the rest of her juices into her inner labia. You made sure to go slow otherwise your thumb would slip due to the sheer amount of pussy juices Retsu accumulated. You lowered your face to her pussy to take in her smell and to give her a nice big lick, starting from her clit all the way to her pussy opening causing Retsu to moan and push up against your face. Her labia felt like delicacy, fuck caviar, fuck lobster, fuck gold flaked dishes, you would spend all your money on this pussy right in front of you. Her inner labia was so silky on your tongue, her juices dripping into your mouth like honey. Giving kisses to her outer labia was like kissing pillows, you were in bliss, you could cum right now and Retsu could tell due to your constant moans vibrating throughout her cunt. You decided to change your tactics, you pulled back only to get a whine out of Retsu.

You kissed and left a little nibble on her shoulder to let her know you were not done. You then tapped her legs so she could spread them further apart so you could slot your head between them so she could ride you.

‘Baby, I want you to use my face, fuck my face, Retsu’ the use of her name almost made her come over your pretty face.

Before you forgot you ensured her that ‘it is okay, put all your body weight on me I can handle it, I promise’ then with one final kiss to her clit you let her take the reins.

Once she lowered herself on you all you did was place your hand on her ass to give to the occasional squeeze and stick your tongue out. You could tell that even with your minimal effort Retsu was having the time of her life fucking your face due to her sweet angelic moans filling the room resulting in your pussy repeatedly clenching around nothing. You tried your best to keep her cunt full with your tongue, constantly but softly prodding and poking her hole because you did not want to miss out on her pussy from embracing your tongue still, so she could deliver her cum straight into your mouth. While she used the bridge of your nose to provide friction on her clit. With her increase of pace when fucking your face, you knew she would cum soon, as her moans got louder anticipation increased. You pressed her hips harder into your face which earned a loud cry from Retsu, liquid flowed all over your face and tongue while her cunt was milking your tongue like it was a cock.

She rolled off of you and to your amazement she looked like she was not just fucked silly and you just hoped it was because she had good stamina as she was a Kenpachi not because she was not thoroughly fucked well enough.

As though she read your mind, she moved so she could hover over your face to give you a soft peck, tasting herself ‘that was outstanding my love, but I think it is my turn isn’t it?’.

All you could get out was a ‘please’ which unlike Retsu your voice was more begging.

Retsu responded by giving as soft kiss on your head ‘take your clothes off, go lay on your back and put your head on the pillow’.

Definitely not wanting to be a brat right now you did as she said. Slightly nervous you lay down naked in front of her in which she proceeded to straddle you, her pussy and your pussy almost touching. This time when she leans in to kiss it is not slow but fast as you both are high off the lust being produced by both bodies. It’s wet, it is sloppy, uncoordinated - noses constantly bumping into each other - but nonetheless hot the way her body was pressed up against you like she was carving herself into you and how her nipples and yours would continuously rub together causing both of you to moan into each other’s mouths. The butterflies in your stomach flapping so hard they started sending vibrations down to your clit causing you to thrust up into Retsu’s cunt, thinking it’s a good idea you try grinding up against her. However, disappointment filled you when she pulls back and places a hand on your face.

‘Darling not here, it would be too uncomfortable to do in on some small and unappealing couch’. You blushed in response that she insinuated she wanted to continue this.

Yet, the kiss did not continue as Retsu had other plans, her lips travelled down your neck leaving love bites behind until she meet your breasts, her warm wet mouth covering your nipple. Causing you to moan and run your fingers through her hair. Using her spare hand she slipped it between your legs, doing the same thing as you – placing a finger in this case her index at your cunt opening to spread you juices to lube you up – and in response you thrusted your hips up to meet, which did not slip pass Retsu as she used her hand that was occupied by your breast to slam your hips down into the couch as a warning not to do it again. Earning a soft whine from you.

‘don’t’ was all she said but was enough to let you know you’d probably be punished if you kept going and right now you wanted to cum all over her pretty face so there was no room to disobey the first Kenpachi.

Latching off your nipples she decided it was time to taste you, she moved down between your legs, her hair framing the soft feature of her face, however, you noticed a deep red scar on her chest, but you were not able to memorise its appearance before Retsu dived into you almost causing you to scream in shock. And you could tell a knot was starting to form at the pit of your tummy. You looked down to see Retsu’s right arm was resting on your inner thigh, her thumb and index opening your pussy up to her so she could clearly see your clit. Her delicate tongue ran over and over your clit, sometimes stopping to gently suckle on your stiff clit, encouraging moan after moan from you, encouraging you to run your hand through her hair, encouraging you to crush her head with your thighs.

Slowly slipping her middle finger into your cunt where she waited to let you loosen up, then she added her ring finger then her index. You were in bliss, your mind all fuzzy from the overstimulation of being stuffed with three of Retsu’s fingers, may they be slim but still do the job of reaching your g-spot. You tried to keep your breathing steady, but the absolute pleasure Retsu was giving to you was difficult. You felt as though you were melting into the couch, your whole body felt like liquid, and you were getting closer and closer. Finally, Retsu added her pinkie and you could not remember ever being this full that someone was almost fisting you, but the thought of your cunt being stretched so much and hearing your wetness sent electric jolts up into your clit and nipples. Your hands moved from her hair to instead play with your nipples, softly pulling and twisting them to add even more stimulation.

You never experienced a tongue so talented; the swift and fluid movements were mind shattering. You thought by the end of this you would not remember anything, not even your name except that you were just fucked to oblivion by a gorgeous woman, which honestly did not seem too bad. Her tongue was lapping you up like a thirsty dog and you began to start seeing black spots across your vision while you felt a tear slide down your face as you clamped hard around her head as you moaned so loud everyone in Squad 4 heard you. Finally, you came so hard around her four fingers and tongue that your brain shut off and all you could see was stars. Your cunt juices were sent flying across her face, while your pussy became so tight that it held Retsu in place as she could not take them out. And just like her, you could not move at all, all you could do was breathe.

Retsu finally managed to get herself unstuck just in time to hear a knock, causing you both to jolt in shock.

‘I will be there in a second I just have to tend to this meeting quickly’ Retsu’s voice showing no sign of the actual activities that occurred.

Once changed, you stood behind her so she could shield you from whoever was at the door when she decided that they both looked appropriate enough to let the person in.

The door opened with Retsu staring in front of you with a soft apologetic smile on her face ‘I’m so sorry for the wait, this meeting took longer than originally anticipated’.

Unfortunately, no one could hide the smell of sex from Shunsui hence he only smirked as you bowed to both of them as you ran out.

When you got home you noticed some flowers and a note sitting on your bedside table. You ran to go read the note.

I heard these were your favourite flowers

- Unohana, Retsu or Yachiru x

Only to look up to see

‘Bellflowers’.

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a/n

me and my editor 'read out loud Microsoft Catherine' hope you have enjoyed this story as much as i have had creating it.

thank you so much for reading and feed back is always welcomed even though i might cry abt it

have an awesome saucesome day/night

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j-u-u-z-o · 6 months

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Sharing is Caring (Renji Abarai x F.Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Hey y’all! I’ve been thinking about this scenario for a while now and I had a hard time choosing which character would suit it. It was between Ikkaku, Kisuke and Renji. So I chose Renji! Cos’ I’ve never written anything about the guy. I kinda went soft on writing him cuz I had to control myself 😩. Or did it? Anyway! Of course, you can use any character to your liking. I had fun writing this. Enjoy! 💕😉

PS: there might be a part two to this. 😚 *fingers crossed*

Synopsis: Renji wants some more time with you before bedtime but you’re ignoring him . you want to watch your favorite movie in peace while eating a good ol’ Twix chocolate bar in your hand. What’s he gonna do?

⚠️WARNING: NSFW‼️, slow burn, fore playing, fingering, sneaky n’ spicy pineapple head, squirting, GRAMMAR.

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It’s finally Friday.

You’re sitting comfortably on the small couch at renji’s place. You’re also watching a horror movie while eating a Twix bar - that you picked up from the candy bowl, on the small table in front of you. Meanwhile, Renji is washing the dishes after eating a delicious dinner with you.

Soon after, Renji dragged out a long sigh as he walked into the living room. He saw you invested in eating the chocolate bar, your eyes wide open as loud screams and shattered glass came from the tv screen.

She looks hypnotized. He snorted to himself.

Hmmm. A smirk came up on his face, slowly. He quietly walked towards the back of the sofa. Careful not to make the wooden floor creak; Getting closer to his prey. The screams were so intense and relentless that you didn’t hear renji walk into the living room. Until…“Boo!” A pair of hands suddenly grabbed your shoulders. “Aaah!!” Your eyes closed shut. Your body felt completely empty from the scare. you turned your head and screamed at the red-headed man.

“Renji! Why would you...Don’t do that! You know I’m watching a scary movie, jeez!” You yelled, not realizing that you’re squeezing the poor chocolate bar. Almost falling out of the wrapper.

“Well then. I’m glad you got frightened.” He smirked, your eyebrows twitched. “because you’re eating the last Twix bar.” He pouted, raising himself and crossed his arms. You watched him. Getting a better view of him now. His broad body - his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, tattoos covering up to his head; his hair in a messy bun. Yeah. He’s hot. But that’s not the point! You lost your train of thought.

“Oiii. Y/nnnn.” He called you, pointing at the bar. You blinked. “Eh?” You looked down at the source in your hand. half of it literally on the verge to fall out of the package. “Pffft!” You laughed. Oops. “You can’t be serious! You turned your head back to look at him. “It’s just a chocolate bar, Renji.”

“That you didn’t even share. With your boyfriend.” He continued to pout, walking around the couch to sit next to you. You snorted at his reasoning; You were going to protest but he cut you off, “Make room for me.” You moved over a bit - your legs folded to the side. You watched the red-headed man; trying not to laugh - bitting your bottom lip.

He sat next you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you closer to his chest. “Here.” You quickly aimed the half broken chocolate bar to his lips. He leaned down pulled it out with his teeth and and ate it. Your listened to the crunchy sounds. “Feel better now, baby?” you emphasized, smiling up at him. Renji didn’t miss it. He just chewed until he was satisfied. “Yeah.” He licked his lips, looking at the tv screen.

“You’re such a baby, Baby.” You pointed out, poking his left cheek with your index finger. “I’m not.” He said, looking serious.

Liar. You looked at back the tv screen and wrapped your arm across his midsection, and slowly caressed it, while your head laid on his broad shoulder.

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Moments later, you found yourself leaning against the armrest of the couch. Almost halfway through the movie; Leaving Renji alone. His eyes slowly turned to your direction. Clearly, you’re still deeply invested in the movie. But, he isn’t. As loud banging noises, gore, and screaming filled the dark room, renji moved closer to your side. Careful not to interrupt you.

He gently lifted your folded right leg and puts it in between his legs. You scoot over a bit to stretch your back - feeling a bit better after sitting on your side for a while. His fingers then circled your inner thigh. Making you squirm under his touch. Feeling the feathery sensation from his rough calloused fingers, he gently kneaded it. “Is my leg that interesting to you, babe?” You giggled, letting him continue his task. He grinned, “Hm. Maybe.” His brown orbs followed his hand slowly grazing your soft skin - gliding it up and down your thigh.

He moved closer to you - wrapping an arm around your waist; pulling you closer to him as he started leaving kisses on your shoulder. His other hand continued to caress your inner thighs. eventually moving it up to skim your midsection. His lips felt so warm and comforting on your skin - feeling relaxed from his ministrations while you watched the movie. Then, his hand slid down to knead your inner thigh again. “Mmm.” You giggled. “Your hand is very warm, babe.” You praised him while you watched the movie. A throaty chuckle was heard from him while he kissed your shoulder.

He stopped leaving gentle pecks on your shoulder and said, “I know.” He bit his bottom lip and his eyes looked up at you, slowly yet slyly. He slid his hand down to your covered pussy while checking to see your reaction. You shivered when you felt his fingers slowly move in the -right- leg hole of your shorts from underneath. you breathed in deeply when his rough callous pads brushed passed your puffy lips to stroke your folds, side to side. You listened to him hum close to your ear; finding out that you aren’t wearing panties.

“No panties, babe?” He mumbled, your pussy throbbing as he stroked your hole with his middle finger, teasingly. You shook your head before he slid his fingers up to rub your clit in circles. He smirked while he looked at you. Beginning to feel your slick arousal on his fingertips. “Hm. I like your honesty.” He softly chuckled, knowing that you like it.

He then moved his hand away and palmed your pussy above the fabric. You can feel a wet spot on your crotch on your shorts - the thin layer making it easier for his fingers to rub your clit and how slippery the fabric was getting while doing so. “Mm.” You softly moaned, your clit throbbing at the sensation. he leaned closer to you - his chest resting on your side, he began kissing up your neck softly. You felt the warm exhales on your neck while continued he circled your throbbing nub.

“Mmm.” You whined, feeling his lips on that one spot that makes you flutter. He form a smirk on your neck while the sounds of his soft lips smacked against your skin; distracting you. “Ren.” You whispered, sitting up properly after laying on the armrest of the couch. “What are you doing?” You asked softly, looking at him. trying not to seem turned on by his actions. his eyes glowered and he bit his bottom lip. You held your breath for a second. You saw it. And he knows you can’t get over at how attractive he is.

“you know what I’m doing.” He mumbled, now moving his hand up to caress your midsection. You tucked your lips in. “What? You don’t believe me?” He pretended to seem concerned. You slowly shook your head. He slid his hand down to your inner thigh and stroked it. Up and down. “Ma. I thought… I felt something.” He kneaded it and said, “you were…responding to my…hmm…movements?” He raised an eyebrow. You pouted. You know what he’s doing. He wants you to admit that you’re liking it. “Like, What movements?” You asked, choosing to play his game too. He snorted and asked, “Can I show you, babe ?”

You nodded. “Just watch the movie.” he mumbled. You turned back to the tv and already, he resumed rubbing your covered nub in circles. You spread your leg that’s close to his chest a bit more. he used his arm to push it close his chest for more room. “Babe.” He whispered. You turned to him and your lips met his. Both lips softly moved in tandem. The soft sounds of his lips smacking yours passionately makes you feel hot. Especially when his tongue was wrapping around yours, lovingly.

The gentle kisses went on for a while the movie played; probably missing the best parts of it too.

Renji slid his hand under one of the leg-holes of your shorts again - while his warm tongue licked around yours. “Mm..!” You squirmed, feeling his index and middle finger caress your clit, softly. Your clit throbbed relentlessly while his calloused fingers rubbed right on it. You broke the kiss and looked down at his ministrations. “Ugh.” You groaned, biting your lip as your breathed deeply. “Right here?” His middle finger rubbed it a bit quickly. You hissed and gripped his firm wrist with your dainty hand to keep it there. He applied pressure on your leg that he held back against his chest, while it trembled from the pleasure.

“Oooh.” You grunted, your head falling back on the headrest of the couch. “Oh baby..” you moaned breathlessly, feeling sparkling the fire in your stomach as started circling your hips, slowly. “Feels good, huh.” He smirked, knowing that He’s got you wrapped around his finger.

He stopped and dipped his finger into his mouth. You watched him lick his finger and brought it down to rub your clit.

You gasped and looked at him as your breath hitched; encouraging you to buck against it. His dark brown orbs pierced your eyes. The sounds of the cushions slowly creaking from your movements. “Oooh.” You voice cracked, rolling your hips in circles. Your warm arousal covered his fingertips as you grinded against it. “You’re so wet, baby.” He whispered with pure lust, spreading it around your folds.

You dainty hand held his wrist, feeling the muscles and veins move against your fingers. A specific whimpers rang his ears and he looked at you. You raised your hips to encourage him to at least put a finger inside your needy cunt. You needed something to squeeze on. “Oh.” He grinned, he slid his fingers up and down in between your slick folds and then down to your cunt. “Unh..!” your breath hitched, clearly ready for the best finger fucking from your boyfriend.

He slid them up to your clit to tease you. You attempted to look at him in the eyes, annoyed. but, now’s not the time. Your mind is too cloudy.

He kept doing that - hearing the wet sounds of your arousal slip on his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet.” He said, sliding it down to your cunt and tapping it with a finger, teasingly. You whined - wanting him to just do it already. “Okay. Okay.” He mumbled.

Soon after, two big digit slid into your needy cunt. He watched your face contort in pleasure as he inserted them in your heat. Slowly, he thrusted them halfway, in and out. Feeling your tight plush walls squeeze him, lovingly.

Moments after, the slow strokes were becoming increasingly repetitive. You pushed your hips forward to get it all the way in. He hummed, feeling your tight walls squeeze them. “Watch the movie, baby.” He teased, chuckling when you failed to shoot a glare at him. Suddenly, he dug deeper into your heat; his fingertips rubbing your that spongy spot, playfully. “Ah!” You gasped, bucking your hips up.

“Ren.” You whimpered. He hummed. “F-faster…” you pleaded, rolling your hips to meet his slow strokes. He submitted by bending his fingers and increased his pace a bit. The squelching sounds coming from your cunt echoed in the living room. “Oh baby.” You said breathlessly, grabbing his face and pulling it close to yours. “Look at you. So needy.” He smirked, apply enough pressure into his thrusts - his thumb bumping against your throbbing clit.

Your needy lips captured his own. Both lips feeding off from each other with so much want. The sounds coming from you two got louder. “Mmm.” You whimpered, getting lost in between the heated kisses as you kept on rolling your hips to meet his strokes. From the outside looking in, You imagined another “you”, watching yourself getting fingered by Renji in front of the couch - bucking your hips up over and over to meet his thrusts. Very lewd. but, it’s a promising orgasm.

Your relentless clenching on his fingers. You’re getting closer to your release. “Good girl. Like that, baby.” Hebroke the kiss, wanting to listen to your broken whimpers. He still kept your leg back pulled up closer to him with his other hand; from behind. “That’s it.” He whispered, feeling how putty you are next to him. “Ugh.” You squirmed under his hold. still holding on to his face as you now laid on the armrest of the couch. His face extremely closer to yours, he looked into your eyes, deeply. “A-ah.” You cried, twitching and listening to the sounds of the lewd ministrations.

“Hmm. Keep doing that, baby.” Feeling extremely shy at how he’s looking at you and his praises, your eyes lowered down - to watch his hard thrusts enter you, instead. Your eyebrows lifted and gasped when he bumped your g-spot. “Oh! fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cried, his fingers rubbing that spongy spot again. And again. “Mmm…Ren.” You breathed out, slowly squirting on his fingers. Your warm arousal dripped onto the couch as you bucked your hips up to feel him more. He grunted and increased his pace. “Yeah, baby. Don’t be shy.” He said, hearing the wet sounds smack against his and your skin.

Your chest heaving - getting closer to your release, your breathe hitch in his face and your walls tremble uncontrollably. “Good. Almost there, baby.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your breath hitches bounced off the walls relentlessly as your hips began to gyrate against his fingers. “just like that." His forehead touched yours. your hands moved up to his cheeks. You breathe into his mouth; you were unable form any coherent words. You kept leaking while you focused on his fingers fucking you to oblivion.

Soon after, a sensation overtook your body. A Feathery one. One that flowed through your body. Quickly making you fidget under his hold and squirt a bit more. “Ooooh.” You pushed your head up against the armrest and arched your back - releasing everything you could feel in that moment.

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You felt very putty from the orgasm. So laid just laid on the armrest.

Meanwhile, revealing more of your neck, he started to leave gentle pecks on it, while he gave you a few more thrusts. “Ugh.” You stared at the ceiling as you listened to him hum against your skin while he leaves kisses on it, gently. Moments later, He slid his fingers out. You felt the the cool air brush your pussy and your thighs. And, other places.

A throaty groan came from him. You looked down at his red ponytail before he raised his head to look at you. “So. How was the movie?” He asked, smirking in victory as he began caressing your pussy in circles. “Renji.” You softly called him, still in a daze. . “Hm.” He grinned, busy rubbing your clit. “You’re very sneaky.” You pouted, your face still looking flushed out. “I told you to jus’ watch the movie, babe.” He still kept that knowing smirk on his face. You laid in silence - contemplating what you were going to do to this man. Something evil.

He chuckled, interrupting your plans. “Wanna watch another movie then?” You rolled your eyes. “My treat~” he sang out; giving another sly smirk on his face.

Damn, he’s good at this. His game, of course.

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” You squinted. He laughed out loud - his head thrown back. You still squinted. He leaned closer to you and whispered, “I have hidden stash of snacks somewhere.”

“AND YET YOU CRIED ABOUT ME EATING THE LAST CHOCOLATE BAR?!” you gawked, sitting upright on your elbows - spot orgasm already left your body.

“Well sharing is caring, babe.” He chuckled at your reaction.

“I swear you’re - “

“In love with me. You are.” He cut you off. You were about to protest but he cuts you off again, “Now, make room for me.” He moved behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, listening to you mumble about how cocky he is and something about “pineapple head” slipping in somewhere along the lines.

“We’re gonna watch the Exorcist cos’ you’re saying weird things right now.” He said, holding the remote. “I have to change my shorts!” You refused but he pulled you close to his chest. You blushed and smiled softly at the screen. Attempting to forgive him. But -

“Okay, baby?” he emphasized, selecting the movie to watch and dropping the remote behind on the couch, and then kissing your neck, playfully.

Your eye twitched.

He’s gonna pay for that.

End.

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electronicwitchcollection · 7 months

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Aizen smut

crikey (never used the word crikey in my life, but hey, maybe it was all part of Aizens plan) Aizen is a difficult man to write for! This is my first, and probably my last Aizen one shot 😂 it took me WEEKS to write this and I still hate it

Aizen

Prompt : "sorry... I didn't mean to call you that"

"don't come until I tell you too"

You had stayed behind after office hours to help your Captain catch up on his paperwork. You had overheard the conversation between Captain Aizen and Lieutenant Hinamori as he sent her home early, clearly struggling with what appeared to be a particularly bad flu. Lieutenant Hinamori's sniffly protests were quickly silenced by Captain Aizens deep and sultry tone, promising that he could manage one late night without her help.

"I can help you Captain". Your voice unexpectedly joined the room, as your own eyes widened in surprise

you hadn't ment to say that out loud

Captain Aizens eyes fell on you, seemingly searching into your very soul, for what, you couldn't place. Slowly they caressed your body, starting at your legs, travelling slowly up every curve until they stopped to stare into your eyes

"L/N-chan". He had smiled sweetly at you, soft brown eyes enhanced by square glasses freezing you to the spot as a chill ran through you "are you sure you have nothing better to do with your evening?"

You watched captivated as his tongue swept out, barely noticeable, to run across his bottom lip. His smile was small, kind. His eyes however, were intense and focused, watching you intently as you tried to grasp hold of yourself

"I don't mind, sir. I've not got anything planned for tonight"

That was a lie. You had planned to go to the shopping district to find yourself a new book, having finished your last one. Suddenly the prospect of a new book seemed unimportant now that you had the chance to spend some one on one time with the Captain that had captivated your most secret of fantasies.

You could feel your cheeks begin to warm and silently prayed that you weren't glowing a brilliant red. Captain Aizen watched you for a moment more before turning to his Lieutenant, unassuming smile back on his handsome face

"now head home, Hinamori-chan. Get yourself better" he laid a large hand on her shoulder, squeezing it momentarily as she gazed up at him adoringly, a familiar look that you often catch on your own face when seeing your Captain

That's how you ended up seated at a large, dark wooden desk opposite your Captain in the otherwise empty work barracks. The sun had long since set, it was a cloudy night and without the shine of the moon, Captain Aizen had lit some candles to illuminate the space.

The scratching of quills on paper, the distant wind and the small crackle of the flames were all that could be heard in the office. Your heart beat heavily in your chest as your eyes left the paperwork for the numerous time that evening to catch a glimpse of the Captain bathed in candle light.

One large hand laid flat on his desk as he easily wrote his report. His strong jaw was cast in shadow as his head tilted down. You watched transfixed as his hand left the desk to push his glasses back up his nose to a more comfortable position and your mouth went dry

From the first time you had seen Captain Aizen, guest lecturing at the academy you had been infatuated with him. Tall, powerful frame. His kind, deep chocolate eyes framed by dark rimmed glasses. His dark, devil may care hair, falling softly on his face. There wasn't much you didn't find attractive about him.

When he had began his lecture, a shiver went down your spine at the deep sultry tone. You began to fantasise about him, touching you, whispering dirtily into your ear. The fantasies only grew more intense when you joined his division and got to see him every day

You had wondered how he would be in bed. If he would be sweet and loving, taking care of your every need as he held you close. You had even wondered if he had any other.. more interesting kinks

I wonder if he likes being called daddy?

You almost snorted at the thought, thinking such things in work.

"YN chan?" Captain Aizens voice pulled you from your day dreaming, only to realise you had been staring at him the entire time. He had a small smile playing on his lips as he raised an amused eyebrow. "Do you feel well?"

"yes! Sorry, I got lost in thought" you babbled quickly, embarrassed at being caught staring

"thank goodness. I had worried you had caught what Hinamori is suffering through." His smile widened as he put down his quill to clasps his hands together on the desk"your cheeks are becoming awfully red"

You screamed internally. Cursing how easily you became embarrassed and how obvious it showed on your pale skin

"No sir" you said quietly, averting your eyes "just got distracted"

"understandable, it's become quite late." His voice sounded lower, gruffer. "It's nearly midnight"

Your head snapped up at that. Midnight?! How long have I been staring?! You thought mortified

"thank you for your help, YN chan, but perhaps it's time for you to head home to bed"

"I don't mind finishing" you offered weakly, glancing at the still unfinished paperwork sat between you. Aizen shook his head gently, picking his quill back up

"Im afraid I must insist. I cannot be responsible for keeping you up all night" he said distracted, concentrating on his work once more

I actually wouldn't mind you keeping me up all night. The intrusive thought brought a flush to your face. Standing abruptly, you bowed low to your Captain. "Thank you, daddy"

Your eyes widened significantly as the word tumbled out of your mouth. Staring at the wooden floor below you, you prayed frantically

Please say that didn't happen. Please don't let him have heard me

The sound of the quill hitting the desk was deafening. As you straightened up you saw Captain Aizen staring at you, a mixture of amusement and shock over his handsome features. There was something else, deep in his eyes that you couldn't make out

"im sorry" you stutter out quickly, barely above a whisper "I didn't mean to call you that"

Bowing again quickly, you turned on your heel and made your way to the office door as quick as you could without running. You felt humiliated, angrily cursing yourself for not thinking before you spoke

"YN" your Captains gravely voice stopped you as your trembling fingers brushed the brass door handle. You stopped, closing your eyes dreading what would happen next "take a seat"

Unable to refuse the command of a Captain, you turned to walk slowly back to your previous seat, eyes firmly fixed to the floor. Just as your hand began to pull your chair back, he spoke again

"not there" the sound of a chair being dragged against the floor "here"

Your eyes snapped up, wide and confused. He tapped his thigh twice, indicating where he wanted you to sit. "Now, YN" he spoke softly, but the command got you moving. Your legs started to shake as you walked around the desk, breathing heavily through your nose.

Aizen turned in his seat as you approached, watching you intently. You came to a stop in front of him, body trembling with nerves and a little excitement. Aizen swiped his hand above his lap, a welcoming gesture offering the space

"Captain Aizen.. I." You started, painfully awkward. Were you really expected to sit on his lap? Surly this was some kind of joke, the moment you sit down he would surly laugh at you.

"do not make me repeat myself for a third time" he said in a clipped manor, eyes flashing dangerously. You turned immediately, lowering yourself gently to perch on his lap, trying to keep most of your weight supported on your two feet tip toeing on the floor. Staring straight ahead, you waited with held breath as you gripped the cloth on your thighs tightly with both hands

"good girl" Aizen muttered near your ear as he push your hair to fall over one shoulder, his breath ghosted over your ear making you squirm expectantly. Large hands settled on your waist, gripping them firmly and halting your movements

"stay still" Aizen growled lowly into your ear. Your breath hitched as you fought the urge to push your thighs together,desperately wanting some friction. His grip on your hips pulled you further onto his lap as his lips began leaving teasing kisses down your neck. Gasping at the sensation your eyes closed automatically to savour the feeling.

"do you want me to take care of you?" You heard Aizen utter as he pulled the neckline of your top over, kissing the shoulder he created access too. Your lust filled brain wanted nothing more than that

"yes" you breath as you tilted your head to the side to expose more skin

"yes, what?" He asked you, pulling back and denying you his touch

"yes..please?" The whine in your voice evident to your own ears

"try again" Aizens cold voice sounded out demandingly

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, unsure of what he was wanting. His usual warm brown eyes were hardened, staring at you expectantly. Apology about to fall from your lips was silenced as his hand came up to cup your flushed cheek, his thumb ran across your bottom lip

"who are you addressing, YN?"

"yes..Daddy"

"good girl" he praised you, using his thumb to pull down your lower lip and watching it spring back into place. "Stand"

You raise to your feet quickly, heart beating rapidly in your chest. Not daring to turn around, You could feel Aizen stand behind you, hear the sound of his chair being pushed away to the side. You jumped at the feel of a large hand caress over the swell of your clothed ass, a small squeak leaving your lips. The hand traveled to your hip, following the contour down to your thigh. A burning trail left in the wake of the inquisitive palm.

The hand left you and you let out a shaky breath. The shuffling of papers had your head tilting to the side, you watched as the Captain cleared room on his desk before removing his glasses and placing them in the draw. The snap of the wooden draw closing had you jolting back round, staring ahead obediently. You heard Aizens soft footsteps before you saw him, slowly he stalked around you, eyes fixated on your body like a predator ready to pounce on their willing prey.

With the glasses removed, Aizens face seemed more defined. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones more pronounced, flickering candles casting sinister shadows over his face. The usual fall of his hair was slicked back, a rouge strand falling over his intense eyes. You swallowed thickly at the sight

He stood before you, intently studying your form, arms crossed over his chest, Aizen propped a thumb under his chin, finger ghosting over his own lips deep in thought. Your cheeks reddened Under his scrutiny.

"Remove your clothing" removing his glasses seemed to have changed his whole persona, not only does he now look angular and dominating, even his voice had taken on a darker tone. You're unable to tear away your gaze from his powerful eye contact, slowly your limbs move to do as commanded. Your arms felt heavy, uncoordinated as you fumble with your sash.

Fingers felt numb as you tried to loosen the knot. Aizen watched as you struggled, seemingly enjoying the effect he was having on you. Mercifully the knot loosened, allowing you to pull it free and loosening the wrap of your Black Kosode. You peeled it from your rapidly heating body, dropping it to the floor.

Aizens eyes raked over the exposed skin, studying the swell of your breasts sat perkily in your black lacy bra. You could feel as your nipples hardened under his hungry look, brushing against the course netting of your bra. You hooked your fingers into the waist band of your Hakama, shimmying it over your full hips to fall in a pool at your feet. Aizen offered you a large hand to step out from the fabric. Your hand trembled in his own, strong hand. Stepping free, you kicked off your tabi and waraji, Aizen dropped your hand to fall back at your side

You we're thankful you had decided to wear matching underwear this morning as his eyes fixated at the juncture between your thighs. The small Material became damp, sticking uncomfortably to your skin. Your thighs squeezed together in an attempt to ease the need you felt between your legs, earning for friction. Your skin prickled as goosebumps erupted at the slight chill in the room.

Aizen stalked forward, circling you slowly. You felt him stop behind you, his breath ghosted over your hair sending a shiver down your spine. You felt his fingers brush against your bra strap, running his finger along the edge. Your eyes closed as you felt him undo the clasp, felt the relief from your breasts escaping their prison. Slowly he pushed a strap down your arm, stroking the skin as he went before doing the same to the other side. Your bra followed the rest of your attire, left forgotten on the floor.

Stood only in your panties you felt a flush of embarrassment flow through you, every imperfection laid bare for your Captain to whiteness. Seconds stretched out painfully in silence though you couldn't find the strength to turn around. Something landing heavily at your side startled you. You peeked down to see your Captains white coat on the floor with your belongings.

The rest of his uniform quickly followed, excitement filled you when the last item hit the floor. The subject of your infatuation was stood behind you naked. Saliva increased in volume in your mouth, literally salivating at the idea.

"Turn" the single command broke the silence. You obey eagerly, turning to see the gloriously naked form of Sousuke Aizen, leaning on the side of his desk, hips jutted out invitingly. Your eyes dropped down to his arousal, thick and swollen with need. The phallic looked smooth and heavy, it twitched excitedly at your intensive look.

"kneel" your eyes snapped back up to meet his own, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised expectantly at your hesitation. "Now, YN"

You hurriedly took a step forward before dropping to your knees. Eye level with his hardened length, musky masculine smell reached your nose. Your tongue darted out to moisten your dry lips.

"open". You willing opened your mouth, forming the perfect O. Aizen inched closer to you, rubbing the bulbous head across your bottom lip teasingly. A drop of precum stained your lips, your tongue darted out to taste the moisture. Subtly salty, it made your mouth water. Aizen pushed into your willing mouth, cock gliding over your tongue. You felt the silky skin with your tongue, tentatively tasting his length.

Aizen sucked in a harsh breath above you, hips bucking his length further into your mouth. Taking it as a sign to continue you pull him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking gently. Aizen smoothed down your hair, pulling it away from your face to hold loosely behind your head in a make shift ponytail. You set the pace, sucking on his cock softly, massaging the length liberally with your tongue. Your head pulled back at a tortuous pace, swirling your wet appendage around the leaking head.

Aizen endured your pace, strong thighs spread in front of you, twitching deliciously during a slow drag of your mouth. Your hands reached out to hold the powerful muscles, raking your nails over his taut skin. Wet slurps mingled with quiet the grunts that managed to escape his control.

The grip on your hair tightened unexpectedly, Aizens feet spread, planting securely on the floor were the only warning you had before Aizen took control. Pushing your head onto his cock as he thrusted forward, Aizen fucked your mouth with the soul purpose of pleasing himself. Breathing heavily through your nose, you try to relax your jaw, giving him free reign to use your mouth.

A quick snap of his hips had you gagging loudly, his erection hitting the back of your throat harshly. Aizen groaned at the noise, eagerly pushing himself further into your throat. Your nails dug into his thighs, clawing at something to hold. "You can take it" his words pulled your eyes upwards, locking into his own. Nearly black with lust he watched you intently as he pushed himself into your mouth to the hilt and holding himself there.

The head of his cock squeezed its way to the back of your throat, making it difficult to breath. Fighting back a threatening gag, you fight the panic of the loss of air, willing yourself to relax. Aizen kept you in place with a firm grip on your hair, the strands tugging painfully at your scalp. The lack of oxygen was becoming to much, your eyes watered at the burn, a tear pulled from your lashes, trailing wetly down your cheek.

Struggling in his grasp, you tried pulling yourself from the intrusive length in your throat. Swallowing thickly around the mass, your throat contrasted in the effort to remove the invading rod. You clawed at Aizens thighs, desperately looking into his cold gaze, begging for release. Just when you thought Aizen wouldn't hear your pleas he pulled back, removing himself from your mouth entirely. You gasped harshly, air rushing back into your burning lungs. Aizen watched as you coughed and spluttered at his feet, hand loosening in your hair to resume petting you gently.

"Beautiful" he murmured, his other hand cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that had escaped. He allowed you a moment to collect yourself, soothingly stroking your hair. Breathing turning back to normal, you let out a shaky breath.

Aizens hand on your hair trailed down to your neck, caressed over your shoulder and down to your elbow. Guiding you to your feet, legs trembling, fighting to hold you up right. When you trusted your legs to hold your weight, you looked up into your Captains face. A slight up turn of his lips, too cold to be a real smile is what you saw

"You choking on my cock was a magnificent sight". He praised you, leaning down to kiss you chastely, pulling away too soon for your liking. You let Aizen guide you back to the desk, hand securely holding your elbow. He manoeuvred you to the desk where he was previously sitting, standing close behind you. You felt Aizen push your hair to one side, allowing him access to your neck. Firm hands planted themselves on your shoulders, slowly gliding down your arms to your hands, muttering into your neck "hold the edge of the desk, don't let go" as he bent you over, placing your hands on the opposite side with a squeeze.

You felt exposed, bent naked over his large desk, ass in the air. You felt his hands trails back up your arms as he straightened, caressing your back down to the swell of your ass that he squeezed liberally. Breasts were pressed into the smooth wood of the desk, head hung down to press your forehead to the cool surface. Your breath came out in short pants, heating the little space between your mouth and chest.

Aizen hooked his fingers into your panties, dragging them over your ass and down your thighs, letting them pool around your feet. His hands roamed over your ass, admiring the view. Your head snapped back with a guttural moan as Aizen slammed into you unexpectedly. Thick cock stretching you painfully as he filled you completely. He grabbed hold of your sharply hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises. The slow drag of his length had you feeling every exquisite inch of the velvety flesh as he pulled from you, to snap back in unforgivingly.

The loud slaps of skin on skin broke through the sill calmness of the empty Baracks, echoing sinfully around the room. Your eyes shut in agonising pleasure as he thrust into you lethally, setting a punishing pace. Your lower stomach rippled and contorted, rapidly building up the tension ready to snap into deleterious ecstasy.

Aizen pulled you onto him with every thrust, filling you to the brim. Your knuckles whitened on the desk you clung to desperately, fighting the pull of Aizen pulling you onto his cock. You moaned loudly, pleasure shooting through your abused core. A hand reached out to fist your hair, pulling your head back harshly. Your neck strained against the angle as you keened softly.

"don't cum until I tell you too" Aizens strained voice commanded you, keeping hold of the air of Authority he had been portraying. Your dripping pussy clenched at his words, aching to find release. A whine left your lips, hips slamming into the hard edge of the desk supporting your body. You felt ready to explode, tittering on the edge, an orgasm ready to rip through you.

You clenched your teeth in concentration, striving off your impending release. Aizens hips bounced off your ass with his rapid thrusting, slapping increasing in volume. Pleasure overwhelming, the need to let go was becoming unbearable . Tears pricked in your eyes "Please" you almost sobbed the word.

"not yet" He told you, releasing your hair to grab one of your legs, pulling it up to rest your knee on the desk before joining his other hand bruising your hip. "Wait until I tell you"

You cried out at his frenzied thrusting, abusing your gspot with practiced accuracy. The new angle had him reaching impossibility deeper. Lewd wet noises penetrated through your desperate haze had you cringing . The sloppy sounds of your sex,evidence of the pleasure you were feeling. Aizens thrusts became erratic, loosing the rhythm in his gear attempt to ascend into bliss.

"now, YN " he growled behind you, slamming into you with a final blow. Warmth filled you as he released, the thick substance coating your spasming walls, leaking out to drip down onto the polish desk. You screamed silently, mouth hanging open as euphoria washed over you. Endorphins rushed through your body, vision blurring momentarily as your spent pussy milked the last few drops from your captains softening cock.

Your body went limp, death grip on the desk loosening as you laid boneless, shallowly panting. You groaned as Aizen pulled himself from you entirely, cold empty feeling replacing the full warmth, his ejaculate cooling uncomfortably on your thighs. You heard the movement around you, mind too foggy to place the sounds.

The wooden roll of a desk draw opening had you blinking away the pull of sleep enticing you. Tenderly you tried to get your arms under you, peeling your sweat soaked skin off the polished wood. Aizen appeared in your vision, redressed in his uniform. He had his glasses back on his nose, hair messily about his face. The hardened look disappeared, replaced with the comforting kindness you had associated with the Captain

He tenderly stroked your hair, pushing the messed up strands over your ear "you did wonderfully, thank you for your assistance this evening, YN chan" He straightened to his full height, looming over you for a moment before walking to the door, calling softly over his shoulder "get yourself home, YN. "

You watch dumbfounded as he left the office without a backwards glance. The silence in the room was deafening, cool chill became bitingly cold as the feeling of being utterly used swallowed you. You pushed yourself to stand on trembling legs, numbly gathering your clothes and redressing automatically. The difference in the captain was startling. As though two different men inhabited the same body, you struggled to wrap your mind around the contrast between them

Just who was Sousuke Aizen?

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