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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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thewritetofreespeech · 17 days

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Could I request Grimmjow getting jealous of his s/o gushing over cute cats?

“Who’s a pretty kitty? Are you? Yes you are!”

Grimmjow growled under his breath. Watching [Y/N] pet some stray that had walked up to them and scratching behind the cats ears. Their loud purring and [Y/N]’s incessant cooing at them was getting annoying.

“Can we go? I’m tired of standing around out here.”

[Y/N] gave a quick ‘oh, sure’ and stood up. The two of them moved to leave and just as they got a few paces ahead, the cat was following them. “Awww! Look Grimm! He’s trying to follow us home.”

“This is why you shouldn’t pet strays.” He grumbled.

“But he was just so cute! Do you think he’ll really follow us the whole way home?”

Grimmjow growled again, then turned around a hissed loudly at the cat. The feline instantly shuttered and took off with it’s tail between his legs. “What was that for??”

“I don’t want it following us home.” He told them. Grabbing their hand and pulling them along.

[Y/N] frowned and tried to wrench their hand away. But, no luck. His grip was too strong. “That was still really mean Grimm. There’s no reason for you to scare the poor thing like that. He’s probably traumatized.”

The Arrancar scoffed. “Please. He’s a wild animal. He’ll be fine.”

“He’s a stray cat. Not a jaguar.”

“Which you already have at home.”

[Y/N] stopped all of a sudden. Acting as an anchor to their walk and stopping Grimmjow as well. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous of a little cat.”

He looked shocked before he quickly frowned. “No! Don’t be stupid! I just don’t want all those fleas around the house. I don’t want to get contaminated just because you keep picking up strays.”

He pulled them along again, and this time [Y/N] followed. After a moment they told him, “if you want me to pet you when I get home I can.”

“I’m not jealous!” He snapped at them. But, after a moment as well, he told them, “if you wash your hands first….”

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brittscafe · 3 months

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hiii i absolutely love the work you're putting out for the whole bleach fandom it's insane 🫡🫡 could you please write some fluffy smut with shunsui where he or the reader does something stupid (be it an accident or not) during sex? i just feel like silly giggly sex would be such a common occurrence with him i froth at the mouth at the thought of it uahaghahaug thank you!!!! <333

Hiii!!! aw thank you too much! <3 I love Shunsui, of course 😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

Shunsui's hands are gripping onto your hips, guiding you as you slide back and forth on his cock. Soft moans are leaving your lips as Shunsui admires you and the way that your breasts are bouncing with each movement.

"Do you think I look like a pirate with his eyepatch on?" Shunsui blurts out and you scoff quietly. You chuckle and stop moving back and forth on his thick cock.

"Now, why the hell are you asking me that right now?" you ask, squeezing his shoulders.

"Why? Is now not a good time? Argh!!" Shunsui chuckles out, licking his lips.

Your hand strikes his shoulder and the slap fills the room. You cannot believe Shunsui just made a pirate sound while you are trying to ride him.

"Ouch!" Shunsui exclaims, eyes widening and a grin tugging on his face.

"What the hell was that?" you scoff out, sinking down onto Shunsui's length and stopping all your movements.

"What do you mean?" Shunsui asks with an innocent facial expression and you huff out.

"You're lucky that I didn't slap you in your face, Shunsui! I can't believe you made that stupid sound!" you gasp out and his lips curl up into a tiny smirk.

"Damn, you're such a pillow princess," Shunsui chuckles out, flipping you onto your back. You rest your head on the pillow and giggle as Shunsui positions himself in between your thighs, sliding inside of your soaking cunt.

"And you love it," you smile warmly, cupping his cheek. Shunsui watches as his cock slides in and out of your gushing pussy, precum forming along the base of his dick.

"Such a pretty petal. This booty is all mine," Shunsui explains, a smirk growing along his face as he reaches down, squeezing the fat flesh of your ass.

"Shunsui, you've got to stop with the pirate thing," you chuckle out, shaking your head with denial. Shunsui laughs loudly, leaning his head down into the warmth of your neck and presses wet kisses there.

"Why? Do you not like it?" he teases you, nibbling on your earlobe, his hips meeting yours. You open your mouth to say, but instead a moan leaves.

"Shut up. I'm never having sex with you again," you roll your eyes and Shunsui gasps loudly, pulling away from your neck. His large, warm hands cup your face and he scrunches up his nose.

"Liar," he mumbles out, diving his dick deep inside of you. You gasp as the pleasure ripples through your body and your thighs burn with immense pleasure.

Yeah, he's right.

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j-u-u-z-o · 7 months

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Checking in On You (Shunsui x Pregnant Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: I wasn’t sure if I wanted to write this when this idea came into my mind but I couldn’t help myself. Like just Imagine how shunsui felt about the whole invasion of his home, promotion from captain to head and people getting killed. T.T yeah…whole lot of things going on in his mind; he’s really good at maintaining his composure during the situation. I hope I executed this perfectly! >.< 🤍

Synopsis: after the first invasion, shunsui immediately dropped you off at a fellow shinigami’s place for refuge so he can handle business in seireitei. You’re 7 months pregnant and you’ve been in the World of The Living for almost a month; shunsui makes a surprise visit to ease your mind.

⚠️WARNING: NSFW‼️, big tall hairy man wearin’ a pink cloak, fluff, fore play, fingering, GRAMMAR.

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It was a hard rainy day in the World of the Living.

It felt long too.

You listened to the slow sounds droplets of water dripping in the bathroom sink down the hallway while you sat in bed.

You were staying at Urahara’s shop for almost a month and you didn’t know what was happening in Soul Society. You only remembered the Quinces suddenly invading Soul Society, killing hundreds of shinigami, the screams of agony and death that rang in your ears, your husband having to remove you from the disaster, and his “last” kiss he gave you.

Which is why you’re staying over at the shop for refuge.

The sounds of the rainfall started to worsen. Making you feel more anxious than ever. You haven’t seen your husband since he brought you to the urahara’s shop. You miss him every day. Hoping that the kiss won’t be the last one you’ll ever have. Suddenly, you felt a soft kick. You looked down and felt another one. A soft smile on your face, you caressed your round belly.

you’re actually not alone. You’re seven months pregnant with your unborn baby girl, in fact. A long sigh left your lips as you looked around the guest bedroom. It looked dull. Jinta and Ururu helped make it look welcoming for you since Kisuke is known for being a cheapskate.

The room consisted of a small window next your bed and a small wooden dresser with a few magazines on top of it. The walls are covered in yellow paint with wooden panels that highlighted the room a little bit. And, a small wooden coffee table with cards and a coloring book - where the two kids sat around to keep you company. But, there still wasn’t anything else to catch your attention.

“Mm.” You breathed out, slowly stroking your belly, “tickling” the unborn baby’s feet, whenever it kicked. You pouted and thought of your husband again. You miss it when he lays his head on your round belly, leaving warm kisses on it. Listening to his throaty chuckle when he felt a kick against his lips. “Yare, Yare, you’re rejecting me too, princess?”, His smiles making you feel warm and happy to witness the bond between his and your unborn daughter.

Of course, Shunsui didn’t want anything to happen to you and his child. So he thought this would be a good idea for the time being. To protect his little family.

A few rumbles of thunder rang in your ears. still caressing your belly, you turned to looked at the window. The streets are empty, the sky looks dark, and the cherry blossoms are covering the ground.

“I’m so bored.” you pouted, turning to look down at your belly. “Aren’t you bored, little one?” Your index finger circling around for another kick.

Kick. Kick.

You giggled. “I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

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After a small moment of bonding with your unborn baby, you heard the sound of a door sliding open and some bags enter the shop from downstairs. You also heard a long sigh.

Tessai. you noticed, looking at your closed bedroom door. Tessai is in charge of protecting you. He’s been your aid ever since shunsui dropped you off, ordering him and urahara to take care of you. From your own perspective, you see him as the “Man of the House.”

He cooks, cleans, runs errands, does laundry.

Oh. He even dropped the kids off to school too. He pretty much does everything.

When you heard him bringing more bags inside, You worried about his wellbeing since he came back from the pouring rain; signaling you to get up and go help him. You slowly rose to your feet. Already feeling the heavy weight of your pregnancy taking over. You took a deep breath and steadily made your way to the door and downstairs.

A little change of doesn’t hurt every once in a while, you thought. You walked to the front door and saw that the bags weren’t there. Raising an eyebrow, you turned to look at the kitchen. There he stood, unpacking the groceries on the counter. Wow. How long did it take me to get down here? With your hand laid atop your belly, you turned and walked to the kitchen.

“Um. Tessai? You stood by the doorway.

“Hm?” He stopped unpacking the groceries and turned his back.

“May I help you with this?” You offered, smiling softly at the man. “Oh. Miss Y/n, there’s no need. You should get some rest.” He looked at you with concern. You shook your head, walking towards him. “Don’t worry.”

“But-“

“I can make tea for you. If you don’t mind.” You cut him off. “ You were outside in the rain after all, Tessai.” You softly spoke. You’re so bored and wanted to do something that could take your mind off of worrying. He was going to refuse your offer again but he hummed and proceeded to unpack the groceries.

After a few minutes, you left the cup of tea on the counter for tessai. You also made tea for yourself. You walked around the shop as you sipped it. However, it wasn’t long before you felt yours ankles were getting sore. “I’ll be sitting in the living room, tessai.” He hummed while he stirred whatever was in the pot.

You eyed the new scenery like a curious cat while you drank your tea. At least, I can see the whole storefront from here. So, you stayed there. Eventhough, tessai kept popping in the room to check on you; almost giving him a panic attack when he saw you crawl on the hardwood floor to get the tv remote.

Soon after, your eyes felt heavy and you walked upstairs to get some rest.

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“Mmm.” You groaned, slowly opening your eyes, blinking to get a better view of your surroundings. surroundings a bit better. You felt a big hand rub your round belly as you laid on your side. Your unborn baby kicking…happily? The source felt so warm and comforting that you thought it was Ururu. You grunted again, the kicks were becoming restless and the caressing stopped. You turned to see her but your eyes met your husband. Shunsui.

“Hi, Petal.” Your eyes widened and you quckily sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. A tear slowly falling down your cheek. “Be careful now, love.” He chuckled, his arm wrapping around your back while the other laid atop your belly.

How long has he been sitting there? Why didn’t he wake me up?

You didn’t bother to ask. All that mattered was that he’s here. In front of you. You didn’t move an inch, still relishing his warm embrace. He kissed your forehead and smiled, “Whats wrong?” He heard a sniff come from you. “Petal? Love? Y/n?”

“Shut up.” You choked. “And don’t call me by my name.” You added. He chuckled, “Yare, where’s my wife? am I in the wrong house?” He asked, still embracing you. You giggled. You didn’t expect to see your husband. He’s full of surprises, in fact. And, it never gets old. “I still don’t see my wife? Where is she?” He looked around playfully. You lifted your head and smiled softly. However, you noticed an eyepatch covering his right eye.

“Shunsui.” You spoke, looking concerned. “Oh! There’s my beautiful flower.” He grinned. “Shun- what happened to your eye?” You asked, raising your hand to lift the material. He gently held your hand and kissed it. “No greeting kiss?” He pouts. “Shun’, be serious.” A long sigh left his lips, “my petal is so mean.” His brown orb looked at yours; it looked like he was holding back something. “Maa. A lot has happened, my love.” He said lowly, ignoring your question.

You lifted the soft fabric anyway. He let you. And your heart skipped a beat. You eyes grew watery as your fingers brushed the surface. Shunsui watched you in worry and spoke, “Let’s not talk about it.” Your eyes looked to his left one, “No. shunsui you’re - “

“It’s okay~ petal.” He sounded cheerful, smiling as he held your dainty hand. “I’m here! Too see my lovely wife.” You still looked concerned, “Okay. Okay. I’ll tell you about it later. But, let’s talks about my~~…promotion!”

“Eh?” You brows lifted. “What? Promoted? During this time?” You didn’t expect this. Not at all. There’s people dying.

“But first, I still want a kiss from you, petal.”

You sighed. He can be so needy sometimes. He leaned forward to you, your hands on his shoulders, both lips softly embraced each other.

There’s my wife.

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After he told you what happened to Head captain Yamamoto and meeting ichigo’s friends, shunsui wanted to know how you’ve been feeling lately, since your are pregnant.

“She’s fine. She just needs to rest a little… and kick less often. But now that you’re here, she’s happy.” You smiled at your round belly, patting it gently. “I’m glad you and our daughter are safe, petal. And also…” his eye lowered to your breasts.

They’ve gotten bigger in recent months. Pregnancy has made changes to your body in recent months. You’ve gotten plump, bright and lovely. You’re literally glowing.

You’ve gotten even more beautiful. He thought to himself. “Have I ever told you that you look beautiful, petal?” his eye still staring at your breasts, looking at your nipples poking through your kimono. “Don’t make me poke your eye out, shunsui.” You caught him ogling; making you blush with a pout on your face. “Please don’t. this is the only one I have left, honey.” He said, leaning to your chest to leave kisses down the middle of it. And, getting a peek of your globes under the satiny fabric. “They’ve gotten bigger, petal.” He smiled, kissing near your covered breast.

You felt the warm exhales from his nose as he continued leaving kisses. He raised his head and said, “Hmmm. I think my flower needs some attention.” He suggested, his hand sneaking under the fabric. You watched his hand move - brushing them side to side, gently. And then groping them. His hand feels so warm as he did it. Soon after, shunsui pulled open the fabric to either side - revealing your enlarged breasts. You heard a throaty groan from him. “Yare, yare.” He sighed, brushing his fingers across your large nipples. You whimpered when he gently tugged them with his thumb and middle finger. “So pretty.” He praised you,

“Shun-.” You gasped when he lowered his head and sucked your right nipple with so much want. The lewd sucking sounds making your breathe heavily, feeling his soft lips wrap around your nipple with enough pressure while his tongue licked it passionately. “Ahhh.” You voice trembled, feeling the warm appendage circle your nipples while his mouth covered was wrapped around it. “Mmm.” You moaned, squirming and placing your hand behind his head, caressing his wavy hair and down to his ponytail.

Shunsui broke away from your nipple, rubbing it against his thumb. “Look at how hard it’s become, petal.” All you could do was stare at his ministrations, shy to look at him. “You’re so beautiful, my love.” He cooed, leaning closer to your face and wrapping his lips with yours. His index fingers flicked your nipples while he kissed you deeply.

Lips smacking softly against each other, Your felt arousal soak your covered pussy. His thick tongue deep in your mouth, dancing with yours. You both heard the wet sounds from the tongue kisses. “Ahh.” You breathed out, circling your tongue in tandem with his. Shunsui slid his hand down to rub your round belly and caressed it for a moment until he went further down to your panties.

“Mn.” You quivered when he spread your legs apart and rubbed your covered clit with his middle finger. “You’re wet down there, petal.” He grinned, looking at how hazy you looked.

So beautiful. He hummed as he leaned over to see his ministrations. He saw a big wet patch on your covered panties. His finger flicked your covered clit up and down, slowly. Getting roused up, you watched how focused he looked. After a while, he raised your legs raised both of your legs, both feet sitting on the bed, and spread them further apart. You gasped and said, “I feel like I’m going into labor like this, love.” You giggled, laying your hands atop your belly.

He chuckled, “now that would be an interesting experience that I’d live to help you with.” You smiled softly at him. You breathed in deeply when he pulled your panties to the side, feeling the cool air brush your pussy. “But, let me make my lovely flower feel good first.” He added, dipping his finger into his mouth and bringing it down to rub your folds in circles. Your breathless moans rang in his ears as he moved it up to circle your clit. He looked up and saw how needy you look.

It’s been a while since you last had sex with him. With your belly in the way, it became a bit troublesome for you. But, shunsui made you feel good with no problem; making love to you in the best ways possible. Even when you’re above him. He moved over to your side again and kissed your lips softly - while he rubbed your pussy. You managed to roll your hips around his fingers, throbbing whenever his fingertips rubbed your clit. “Mm.” You moaned into the kisses. Soon after, the squelching sounds filled the room; your warm arousal covering his fingers - making it easy to slide two of them inside of your needy cunt.

The hot and passionate kisses made you very needy. You grounded your hips whenever he thrusted them into your core; rubbing your g-spot, gently. “Here?” He whispered, his fingers stroking your plush walls and hitting that spot over and over. You nodded, lifting your left leg and resting your heel on the windowsill. He hummed, stroking your inner thigh with his other hand.

You squirmed relentlessly. Your moans quivering with anticipation. Feeling the much needed pleasure from the work of his fingers strumming your plush walls. “Ah. Shun-.” you hissed, bucking your hips up. He hummed and lowered his head to suck your enlarged nipples again.

your gasps rang in his ears. His thumb rubbed yours clit in circles while his fingers bent inside to caress your plush walls - making you feel the fluttering sensation flow through your body, shivering from head to toe. “Oooh” you quivered feeling close to your release. He pushed his thumb down - applying a bit more pressure on your clit. Your walls begin to tremble. Squeezing the two digits inside your cunt. “That’s it, Petal.” Thrusting his fingers into your cunt quickly. Your arousal dripping onto the white sheets.

The squelching sounds of your arousal filled his and your ears; pushing your head back against the pillow and grunting in satisfaction. Shunsui watched you fall apart. “Ah!” You squirmed, trembling on his fingers, your hips jolting while he kept going. “Ugh!” You whimpered, twitching while you rode the last sparks of your orgasm to cool down.

Breathing heavily, shunsui wiped the sweat off your forehead and leaned closer to kiss you deeply. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed your folds with his fingers covered with your arousal. You moaned in the passionate kiss. Rolling your hips around his fingertips - your clit throbbing to the sensation as you cooled down. “Yare, Yare. Petal.” He broke the kiss, smiling as he helped you cool down by rubbing your clit as well.

You stopped rolling your hips. feeling completely putty satisfied, and you looked up at him. your lifted tour dainty to stroke his bristled cheek and then leaving it there. “I really miss you, shunsui.” You spoke softly, your fingertips gently scratching the bristly hair on his face. Your dowey eyes leaves him speechless before he lets out a sigh. “Hang on for a little while. until I come back to you, petal.” He lowered his eye, trying not to appear sad but you know how he’s feeling.

Not wanting to dive any further, you slowly sat upright. Leaning on him, the other hand caressing his right cheek. You moved up close to him and kissed his both of eyes, nose and then his soft lips. “Come back safely, love.” You spoke softly, looking at him deeply.

“Maa. My wife…what happened to her?” He chuckled. You still look at him deeply. You really mean it.

“Yes. Yes.” He smiled. “I want a kiss before I leave my lovely flower, first.” He puckered his lips.

You giggled as your lips gladly met his, lovingly.

Kick

You broke the kiss and looked down. Shunsui whined.

“She wants a proper goodbye from her Father too, Shun.” You rubbed your round belly. He hummed and laid his hand over yours and leaned over to kiss your covered bump.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, your dad will be back soon.”

End.

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muzansfangs · 4 months

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Aizen Sosuke — TYBW.

Daddy’s back. I apologize for the person I’ll become in a few.

#bleach x reader #bleach tybw #bleach #bleach aizen #aizen sosuke #sosuke aizen #bleach spoilers

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gloryhrs · 11 months

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━━ ⟡ 𝓟𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄, various. 🐩

᧔𐓪᧓ 𝓱𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐭. ━━ Jushiro Ukitake, Shinji Hirako, Ichigo Kurosaki, & Toshiro Hitsugaya!

iii. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 // 3/3 part of the animal s/o series!

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 poor old man couldn’t keep up with you, even if he tried. You were nothing more than an uncontrollable ball of energy he was married to. He would wake up to the sound of your fluffy tail hitting the floor nonstop as you stared at him and waited for him to wake up with a small pout on your face.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 lips turned down even more at the sight of your white-haired husband, who proceeded to sleep peacefully. "Jushirooooo." You called out to him and poked his cheek as he groaned and opened one of his eyes. "Dear, the sun hasn’t risen yet, and you're ready to go outside?" He sat up and yawned. It was still dark outside, and you expected him to get up right away. "Mhmm!" You nodded your head cutely as your furry ears perked up in an adorable manner, which Jushiro couldn’t say no to. The white-haired man only sighed. He knew you were always up before the crack of dawn so you could get your day's work done and explore. "Fine, but when we come back inside, you have to go to sleep right away. Got it?" He pointed his index finger at you as you nodded your head once more. "Okay!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 you stomach and head scratches anytime he has the chance. He never walked passed you without giving you a head scratch, he never gotten use to the fact that your foot tapped against the group rapidly when he scratches behind your ears.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 has multiple toys stashed away under his desk for when you come to spend the day with him, not caring about your duties. He would try to send you off, but you'd always give him your famous eyes and pout, which he couldn’t say no to. While spending the day with him, you’ll frequently play with the toys he brought you, which are pretty interesting.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 your way of showing love to him was incredibly sweet, since you couldn’t verbally speak to him at times. He would wake up to you nuzzling your cheek into his while saying good morning. — "Good morning, dear." Jushiro's eyes softened at you sitting on his lap with your tail doing its usual wags. "Good morning!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 almost put him on his deathbed earlier than he’d expected because of your careless behavior. He’d never forget the one time he thought you were killed and thrown in a lake because of your torn clothing. Only for you to pop your head out of the lake with a bright smile on your face. Jushiro didn’t give you a chance to speak before he pulled you out of the lake and dragged you home by your ear while chewing you out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐍 order to drain your battery, the man sends you out on tasks and (easy) missions so you can tire yourself out. Once you've completed all the tasks he gave you, you’ll often come into his office and sit on his lap until he’s done with this paperwork. With his hand often rubbing your back and ears.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 stretched your muscles for the final time as you headed to your husband’s office. For the first time in a while, you were extremely exhausted. Once you reached the office door, you didn’t even bother to knock. Jushiro watched as you kicked the sandals off your feet and made your way towards him. Before he could say a word, you immediately plopped yourself down on his lap, your face snuggling into his neck. Jushiro chuckled and began to rub your back, putting you at ease. "I’m guessing you’re tired?" He grinned at your tired state, which made you nod. "Mhmm, let’s cuddle."

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐀𝐍 absolute love bug! You were both obsessed with each other. Shinji talked about you nonstop to his lieutenant, Hinamori, who only nodded her head and agreed with everything he said.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 loved you dearly. But if he had the chance to strap you down to a table for a day, then you better believe he would. Everyone knew you gave your husband an unnecessary amount of gray hair from the way you acted. Your hyperactivity would get so out of control that Shinji would throw you over his shoulder and walk away from the scene. But no one has seen the man snap on you before because he couldn’t. Shinji knew that you meant no harm, and besides, there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 never fails to make you blush because of his flirty attitude; the sexual jokes he makes towards you make you bury your face in your hands. Because you knew he was going to give you a hard time the following night. He’s the only one who was able to make you blush. — "Hey, babe, I got this tongue piercing for a reason. Wanna watch me use it?" "S–Shinji!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 didn’t mind the fact that you had dog ears and a tail. He would often tease you by dragging his hands slowly down the tail, knowing it was one of the most sensitive parts of your body. Plus, he could have an advantage over you when you start to act bratty. With a simple tug of your tail, your behavior would straighten up immediately.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 give me that shit." Shinji's grip on the tail tightened as you tried your hardest to hold yourself up. You knew it was wrong to act like a brat in front of all those people, but you didn’t care at the moment; it was all Shinji’s fault. "Where’s that attitude now?" He used his index finger to tilt your head up, and once Shinji saw your glossy eyes,he immediately rolled his eyes. You always tried this sh*t when you got in trouble; it worked the first three times, but he was over that now. "Don’t give me those damn eyes; you knew you were wrong." His dark brown eyes glared into your soft e/c ones. Your h/c ears are flat on the top of your head.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈 said sorry. I didn’t mean it." You muttered loud enough for him to hear. Shinji's glare deepened; your puppy eyes and scared look weren’t fooling him this time. He knew it was all an act you put on, so he would go easy on you when he was punishing you. "You said sorry? You didn’t mean it? I told you about this before we left, and you still went and acted out!" Shinji gritted his teeth at you. From the look in his eyes and the way his hand was now wrapping around your neck, he was getting more angry. Shinji let out a long sigh before removing his hand from your tail to pinch the bridge of his nose. Once you both make it back home, he’s going to demolish that attitude of yours. "I’ll deal with you later, understand?" His grip on your neck loosened as you nodded your head quickly. "Yes sir!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 alone, you would put your chin on his lap (near his private area) with your tail wagging and an "innocent" smile on your face, and he almost lost it. It takes an entire army to hold him back from pouncing on you and turning you inside out in his office.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 groaned when you pulled on his bottom lip after the make-out session; the paperwork on his desk was now put to the side as his attention focused on you. From the moment you stepped into his office, his eyes concentrated on you and you only. His eyes watched as you slid down to the floor, now on your knees. Your chin now rested on his lap. He knew you didn’t want head-pats; you wanted something else. "I’m sorry, pup, but we can’t do it now." He gave your chin a light scratch as you pouted, your ears flattening with you. "Please, I want it now." You batted your lashes at him while he suffered from a heavy debate in his head. "Fine, but don’t make a mess like you did last time." His hand made its way to your hair and gave it a light tug with a whine leaving past your lips. "I–I won’t."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 perfect shoulder to lean on when you’re scared. Because you have sensitive ears and a fear of loud noises, he would always put noise-cancelling headphones over your ears and hold you against his chest while rubbing your back slowly.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 pain in Shinji’s chest caused him to wake up instantly; something wasn’t right. He looked over to see you curled into his side while whimpering, the tears in your eyes making him go into protective mode. "What’s wrong, baby?" He used his thumb to wipe away the tears from your eyes as the crackle of thunder caused you to sob and curl into his side even more. It took him a moment before the lightbulb went off in his head. You were terrified of lightning and thunder. He sat up from the futon while the thunder made another loud sound, causing you to yelp and bury your face in the pillow next to you. Shinji searched through the drawer for the familiar item until it came into his vision—the noise-canceling headphones he brought just for you. He sat back down next to you with his hand brushing the h/c hair from your face. "Look at me, baby; it’s all going to be okay. I’m right here." He cooed in your ear as your tail started to unwrap itself from your leg. Once he saw that your grip on the pillow had loosened, he removed the object from your face and placed the headphones over your ears. You slowly opened your tear-stung eyes to look at your husband, who smiled softly and stroked your cheek. His eyes shined with nothing but reassurance and love. He wiped away the final tears before kissing your lips. You sniffled for the last time as you buried your face into his chest, sleeping peacefully for the rest of the night.

𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 wondered how Ichigo was able to keep you tame and calm in public, considering you were the same person who jumped from desk to desk every morning. But the secret was gum; once he thinks you’re getting out of control, he’ll pull out a stick. Which makes you calm down in a second. One minute you’re jumping all over the place, and the next minute you’re nuzzling your cheek into his arm while chewing on the piece of gum.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 has to tie a leash around your waist when you both go out in public. The number of times he lost you in public places was ridiculous! He not only had a leash on you, but he also had a tracker in the necklace he brought you for your birthday. The last time he lost you, a hollow attacked and almost killed you, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen again.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 teenager thought he was going crazy when his clothes started to go missing all of a sudden! Only to find out you had an entire stash in your closet, he took back most of his clothes. But let you pick out the ones you wanted to keep, even if they were his favorite.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈 want this one! Can I keep it, Ichi?" You held up the white cardigan as Ichigo nodded his head. "Sure, but don’t get it dirty." He squeezed your cheek and proceeded to place the rest of his shirts in the suitcase. Yes, a suitcase. Ichigo didn’t know you stole an entire collection of his clothes. He didn’t notice until the only thing he had left was a shirt he hadn’t worn since he was fifteen. "You can’t keep that." Ichigo took the white shirt from your grasp as you pouted with your ears flattened. "Ichiiii, you can’t even fit that shirt anymore." You whined at your boyfriend, who sighed before throwing the shirt at you. Your whining was the only reason you got your way. "Next time, ask before you take my entire closet and run off with it." He lightly scolded you and pinched your cheek while you giggled nervously, knowing damn well you were going to do it again.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 of your clingy behavior, he would buy every strawberry plushie that came into his sight. You knew Ichigo couldn’t be by your side every second of the day, but that didn’t stop you from whining and crying for him. He would often check his phone to see over a dozen voice messages you recorded about how much you loved and missed him. The pictures of you pouting with the plushie pressed to your cheek made him want to drop everything and return to you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 most of your free time watching the annual dog competitions with you. At first, he didn’t know why you were so addicted to the shows; his first thought was because you’re part dog. But once he sat down and watched the show, it was quite interesting. You would laugh at him when he scoffed at the bigger dog and won over the small dog.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 didn’t play when it came to your grades; he wants the absolute best for you and refuses to let you drop out. Since you both were in the same classes, he’d help you out with your work every time you called him. And he would spend the night at your house to make sure you completed your homework and did not slack off to watch puppy competitions. Every time you get a question right, he’ll give you a kiss and a treat <3.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 bit your lip at your boyfriend, who only wore a pair of grey sweatpants with a black tank top. From the moment you saw him, your tail started to wag at an immediate pace. You tried to focus your attention back on your homework, but his muscles were practically staring back at you. You snapped out of your thoughts when Ichigo tapped the paper with the pencil. "What’s the answer to number six?" He pointed the pencil at the sheet. "E–Erm, c?" You scratched your cheek as Ichigo nodded his head and said, "That was correct. Good job, baby." He used his index finger to pull your chin closer to his lips. The faint taste of the strawberry cake still lingering on his lips made you go federal; you wanted him so bad that your tail was now wagging faster than ever.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 only thing Ichigo disliked about you was your brattiness. He'd have to admit that he did take you everywhere and spoil you rotten. He didn’t care about the attitude you’d gain when you were both alone. But if you’re in public, then it’s a different story. He hated the way you would whine and stomp your foot at him when he said no, but he wasn’t like that partner who was afraid of putting the other in their place. Once you push his buttons too much, he’ll take you to the nearest alleyway or bathroom to straighten you and your little attitude out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 really been pissing me off today." Ichigo frowned and took your face into his hand, the pout never leaving your lips. You rolled your eyes at him and steered your eyes in another direction, which pissed Ichigo off even more. All this because he refused to buy you those nasty chocolate-covered bananas. You could feel the anger seething off him, and honestly, you didn’t give a damn. "Hmph, I don’t care." You shrugged your shoulders at your boyfriend, whose eyes widened for a second before going back to normal. Who were we talking to? Because it surely wasn’t him. "Repeat that for me." He removed his hand from your face and slid it down to your neck, his thumb pressing down on the sensitive part. You held back your whimpers and stood up straight, since you were starting to lean onto his chest. "I—I said I don’t—ah" You whimpered when his hand made its way down to your tail, giving it a gentle stroke.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 started to pant when Ichigo used his hands to massage the sensitive parts of your body; if it weren’t for the wall holding you up, you would’ve been on your knees right now. Ichigo smirked. For someone who talked a lot of shit, it was extremely easy to put you back in your place. His hand that was on your tail was now trailing up to your waist. "What happened, baby?" He teased. Ichigo chuckled at how you attempted to speak, only for his grip on your neck to tighten. He leaned down to give your lips a kiss; his soft lips moving in sync with your plump ones felt like a dream. "Mhmm..." You pulled on his shirt when he started to suck on your tongue; the foreign feeling had you begging for more. His free hand wandered around your body and groped everything he touched. Your body belonged to him, so he could do whatever he pleased with it. After pulling away, he took his hand from your neck while a thick string of saliva connected you to him. You quickly looked away. Feeling ashamed at the fact that you folded for him within seconds. "I'm sorry, Ichi. I didn’t mean to act like that out there." You stared at your shows like they were the most important things in the world. Ichigo chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist, saying, "It’s fine. But just know I went easy on you because we were in a public restroom. Next time, I’ll make sure you forget how to walk."

𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐀.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 and Toshiro were complete opposites. You were so smiley and happy all the time, while he was more of a serious and assertive guy. Multiple people were surprised when they saw Toshiro holding hands with you. How did Toshiro fall for you? The world may never know. You both were happy, and that's all that matters.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 you both go out into the public, he has to warn you to act right, or else he’s going to bring out the sandal. Plus, he can’t go three seconds without scolding you. But if you act right, he’ll give you head pats and buy you food.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 said that Toshiro wouldn’t follow you up on your shenanigans was completely wrong. This guy played board games with you, danced in the rain with you, and occasionally challenged you to a staring contest once in a while. To prove to you that he can last longer than you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 are they doing?" Hinamori tilted her head at the couple, who sat crisscross on the ground while staring into each other's souls. "They’re having a staring contest. They’ve been there for ten minutes now." Rangiku whispered and took a sip of her drink. Hinamori watched as your ears perked up and your tail wagged, signaling you were excited, while Toshiro felt his eyes water at your adorable behavior. His eyes widened and his heart swelled when he saw your pupils dilate more and more. You didn’t think of this as a staring contest; you just wanted to stare at your lover. Toshiro’s watery eyes finally closed. "See! I told you that you couldn’t do it!" Rangiku laughed at Toshiro, who glared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to you. "Does that mean I win?" You innocently blinked your eyes at your boyfriend, and Toshiro felt his cheeks heat up at your angelic aura. Once you gave him that smile and head tilt, he would stutter every time. "Yes, you’ve won, darling."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 didn’t mind that you were so lovey-dovey and affectionate with him. He loved waking up to your morning kisses and hugs. He couldn’t push you away, because if he did, then you'd keep coming back.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 the place of the adult in the relationship, even though you are older than him. He cleans your mouth after you’re done eating, takes baths with you (so you wouldn’t get distracted or fall asleep in the water), and so much more. Not to mention that he’s extremely overprotective of you, especially when someone yells at you. Once your ears flattened, it was a signal for him to unsheathe his sword. It takes you, Rangiku, and Hinamori to hold him back from releasing the wrath of the person who yelled at you; no matter who he was going against, he was always going to take up your cause. — "Captain! Y/N said it’s not a big deal!" "I’m going to turn that asshole into ice sickles!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 to let you hang around Rangiku or Shunsui when he wasn’t around. The last time that happened, you came to him drunk off your ass with a bottle in your hand. He wanted to destroy the two, but his mind told him otherwise; you were his focus, not them. But God wanted to destroy them.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He watched as you stumbled around the room with a bottle in your hand while barking loudly. "T–Toshi!" You hiccuped and waved at your boyfriend drunkenly while Toshiro snatched the bottle from your hand and put it in the trash. He then grabbed your arms and began to lay you down on the futon, his mind traveling off to how he was going to punish Rangiku. "T-Toshi, I love you. You’re the best boyfriend ever. You make me so happy." Your voice slurred slightly, making Toshiro’s cheeks turn pink. Even when you’re drunk, your love for him is louder than ever. "I love you too; now take this and go to sleep. I have some business to handle." He gave your lips and forehead a kiss. Rangiku is most definitely never going to hear the end of it.

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m-ayo-o · 7 months

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18+ dry humping // oral // 21+ Ichigo wc 1500 selfshiptember; 30 yes yes yessss pool time fun [we didn't make it to the pool] look at himm, i want him to bite meeee

Thanks to your best friend, you’ve finished setting up for the pool party you’re hosting for your university friends super early. You give him a sweet smile and tug on his hand, pulling him down to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Ichigo,” you watch the red blush travel up his face, “you’re a lifesaver.”

He stumbles and trips over his words, filling you with the desire to taunt him some more.

“Ichigo,” you know he can’t stand it when you say his name like that, “I’m gonna get changed.”

You tug on his shirt, signaling for him to follow you.

And he lets you pull him up to your room, that’s filled with all your pretty clothes, your smell… your bed.

Oh, if only he knew the things you’ve done on that bed. All of your countless nights fingering yourself stupid, panting and moaning and wishing there was something (someone) bigger to fill you.

“Ichigo,” you love his name so much, you can’t not say it, “will you help me choose my outfit... please?”

His jaw visibly clenches, wondering why on Earth you think he’d give a shit about your outfit.

He couldn’t care less about the scraps of material covering your body. He’d much prefer to see his pretty friend stripped bare and covered in his cum.

But he’s not exactly prepared to say that right now.

So he nods and sits on your bed instead.

You pick out a tantalising array of swimsuits and start to undress to try on the first set.

Ichigo is unable to look away while you strip off your top.

After seeing you do this a few times before, you think he’d be used to it. But he is never going to get used to seeing your body.

His saliva feels thick under his tongue, he can hear his pulse pounding in his ears, drumming louder and louder as he watches you emerge from your t-shirt, hair ruffled and chest on display in your cute bra.

He swallows hard while his gaze falters and shifts, feeling as though he shouldn’t be watching you.

He gets all uncomfortable, trying to shift and rearrange the hefty swell in his shorts, until you step closer and take his jaw in your hand.

“Ichigo,” there it is again, those three syllables bringing you such joy, whereas they only seem to worsen his condition, “you know it’s ok… for you to see me like this.”

His eyes are trained on yours, afraid to look anywhere else.

“We’re friends, aren’t we Ichi?”

He sighs through his nose, impatience brimming in his chest. He’s not sure how much more of this he can take.

“Of course.” He replies tersely, “But I shouldn’t–” his amber eyes flit around, desperately trying to avoid your gaze.

But you keep your hand firmly on his chin, tilting his face up to study every detail, every weakness.

You pull away with a giggle, satisfied with his irritated expression.

You turn and pull your bra off, earning a chastising shout of your name as he finally gives in and turns away, burying his face in your duvets.

That doesn’t exactly help, considering they smell so strongly of you.

“Ichigo,” you tease him again, “I’m done!”

He faces you, finding your somewhat modest t-shirt and shorts to be replaced by two tiny triangles of material over your tits, one over your crotch, and you turn to show him the back, and–

“y/n” it was nothing short of a moan. He knows what he sounded like.

Yet you turn to him and continue this game like he’s not about to bust through his pants.

“Mhm? What is it?”

You twirl around and admire yourself in the mirror, toying with your hair and adjusting the stringy straps of your top, making your boobs jiggle.

“Do you like this one?”

You approach him again, this time edging closer as you watch him swallow another thick load of spit.

If only you could get his mouth open… you could see just how wet he is in there.

You prod his chest, encouraging him to speak up.

He looks up at you with such a strained, pretty face, then grits his teeth one more time and opens his mouth to speak, only for a few laboured pants come out. You should understand that he’s far past the point of talking by now.

But your teasing has only gone so far before tonight. Now things are getting a little out of hand even for you.

You slip a thumb over his bottom lip, spreading his mouth wider as you get a good look at the pools of saliva inside.

He goes to close his mouth again, but finds your fingers squeezing his face as you tut and shake your head.

His eyes dart around, not knowing what to do, his tongue twitching while that adorable embarrassment floods his cheeks.

You just hold his mouth open and watch him drool.

You watch that slick, clear liquid spill from his lips, dripping down either side of his mouth.

And you bend down to his face, his neck craned up to you, and you lick his chin.

“y/n…” it comes out shakier this time.

He tastes like pure lust. You need more.

Your tongue finds his lips, your hand stroking up and through his hair.

He pants into your mouth as you lick and taste him slowly, until you finally feel his body giving in to yours.

His strong hands find your waist and pull you on top of him. Now he’s got you in his lap, he squeezes your nape and starts tonguing you back.

He moves agonisingly slowly, holding you too gently as he desperately fights his desire to ruin you.

“Ichigo,” you pull away from your messy, wet kiss, “you know I want you, right?”

He nods gingerly.

“Want you to touch me,” you squirm on his thighs, eagerly seeking friction from his long, hard boner, “need you”

He swears he’s gonna get a nosebleed and go braindead in seconds if you keep this up.

He shakes his head.

“I can’t…” he mutters against your lips while simultaneously grinding up into your heat.

The disappointment that crosses your features kills him. But right now, he knows he wouldn’t last two seconds inside you. He couldn’t do that to you.

“But…” you whimper, begging him with your pretty eyes.

“Look at you,” he places his hands on you like you’re made of glass, “I can’t–” he repeats, biting his lip, hesitant to admit just how weak he is. How weak you’ve made him.

“But I need you so bad,” you’re almost crying, humping his thick, achy length.

“y/n, y/n, please, slow down– nnhh–” you’re getting carried away now, the sliding and poking of his erection over your clit and lips getting you off so good. You could just settle for cumming on him like this.

“Please let me– I, I just need to–” your cries are interrupted by a long groan from the man below you, his hips pumping hard into your soaked little bikini bottoms.

You feel something wetter, something thicker than your slick juices. You look down, watching him bump and thrust as white liquid trickles from his shorts, getting your crotch all messy and sticky.

The sight of him pent up and fucked out gets you endlessly wetter, your hips gyrating greedily until you find your release, coming down hard as you grip on his shoulders.

You whine and grind through your long orgasm, making him moan and wince with overstimulation until you slow down and eventually sit still on his lap, your chest heaving as he caresses your back.

But he knows what girls like you need, and he knows that you’re far from done.

So he slips you off his lap and lays you on your bed, standing and stripping off his soaked shorts.

He pulls you to perch on the edge of your bed as he kneels below you, tugging off your bikini bottoms. He takes your thighs in his hands and eases them apart to see the sloppy mess in between.

“Fuck… you got so fucking wet for me… and I couldn’t–” he sighs with disappointment. He didn’t particularly want your first time together to be so embarrassing.

Little does he know, him cumming like that makes you feel like a damn goddess... and so satisfied that you can bring someone as strong as him to his knees with a bit of dry humping.

“Y/n, I’m sorry I couldn’t do it right,” frustration crosses his handsome face again, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

He speaks with such sincerity then slides his tongue into you, dipping and licking and swirling till you’re all lightheaded.

Once he’s satisfied with your overflowing pleasure, feeling it drip down his chin and neck, he stands and looks over your body again.

His fiery eyes blaze over the soft mounds of your tits and down your figure, the mess between your legs making his cock swell again.

And you watch him grow and throb as his eyes fix on your tight, leaky hole.

Your eyes are glued to his erection that’s straining hard and angry again, until he speaks, “I want to–” he gives his cock a few lazy tugs, “I want to show you… how good I can make you feel.”

selfshiptember 30!!!!! omg ^-^ likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

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sashi-ya · 6 months

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東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑷𝑺ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ichigo kurosaki x f! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. adult! ichigo takes you to a winter date to the tokyo tower, climb the steps by his hand, let him guide you the sky.

requested by: @cofeedaifuku ➡ Hello! It has been a really long time since I last requested, so I’m a little shy, but knowing that you are the one that is going to receive it calms me down. Can I request Adult! Ichigo with the prompt to see the tokyo tower at night? Nsfw, female reader she/her, (I’m really bad with requests so I don’t know if I should describe the details of the ask, but in any case, something like Ichigo just loves his s/o so much and he just looks at her and completely loses control. Please ignore this if it is not the case.) tw: MDNI. slight nsfw. adult! ichigo. masturbation through the clothes. wc: 1.7k masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤHis hand feels warm, powerful too. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤYour hand, in his, feels tiny… protected.

“Can you make some time for me?” that’s how he asked; Ichigo had red apples for cheeks when he did. Your eyes shined like five-point stars; you waited for him to ask you out since forever…

Through the cold streets of Tokyo, the frosting sound beneath your feet sound like cracking. The trees, all of them decorated with silver fairy lights. A gleaming spectacle to the eyes, contrasting with the visible glooming cold of December.

Christmas is right around the corner; the streets are busier than ever. People carry big bags with gifts during a Saturday night, but both of you aren’t buying stuff.

“Have you ever been to the Tokyo tower during winter?” Ichigo asks, stuttering. For some reason, he can be a totally different man when it comes to be all alone with you.

“I never been there during the winter season! I am excited to see the lights!” you chime, so happy your heart could jump out of your chest. Spending time alone with him feels like a dream come true.

Ichigo smiles softly, his eyes flutter to the ground in sign of happiness but still total shyness. “I am glad I chose a good spot, then” he murmurs, scratching the back of his head.

You nod, with a lovely beam. You wish to tell him any spot with him would be perfect, but what if it’s too much? What if it’s not proper?

As you wait for the light street to turn to green, he fidgets with his fingers. His eyes are fixed on your hanging hand, the ginger man is dying to hold it.

You notice, and internally giggle. You help him, letting your sleeve slightly go up. There is no point on acting more shy than him.

Soon enough -or at least right when the red light turns to green- Ichigo snatches your hand. It’s not delicate, it is clumsy but definitely dominant, the way he grabs you and pulls you through the crowd.

Your eyes shine brightly with the lights all around, and the wind plays with your hair looking like the typical shoujo scenes.

Your sight wanders and lands on the freckled cheeks of the strawberry boy; a little blush garnishes his skin, but he has that look of fearless man you know too well. He has decided to stop being shy, to finally get what he came to gain.

A few more steps and your eyes get blessed by the imponent look of the Tokyo Tower in front of you. The red metallic pieces now shine lights of different silver shades. And as you look up, a halo of cold mist surrounds its upper levels.

“Beautiful” you murmur, causing in Ichigo to gasp and look right into your eyes.

“You… you are…” he mumbles, immediately looking away with long orange lashes that cast beautiful shadows over his galaxy cheeks.

You bite your lower lip with a smile, how cute…

“Let’s hurry up, or we aren’t gonna be able to get there before it closes” he tells you, pulling you softly towards the entrance where a man kindly scans the Qr codes from different tickets. You nod and follow him, never once letting you go from your hand.

Once inside, while most of the people decide to take the elevator, both of you chose to climb the 600 steps of the outside stairs. It’s a lot more magical to see the lights of the city as you go up, even if the cold air may seem painful to your lungs. But you don’t care, and neither does he.

You follow him, with the sound of your feet hitting the metallic steps and the heart pumping as hard as them. The more you climb, the more beautiful the city looks beneath your feet.

Ichigo turns around to look at you from time to time, and he is smiling preciously. A beam that he rarely has on his face, but that is big enough to make his brown eyes squint.

The first checkpoint gets cleared, 200 steps in. Then the second one, this time with a little more difficulty. 400 steps, laughing and almost running are a lot more than what your body is used to. However, you want to keep going, but you definitely need to catch some air first.

“Wai-wait Ichigo” you giggle, taking some deep breath of humid cold air through your mouth.

“Oh… sorry, I- I didn’t mean to make you run that much- I…” he excuses himself, watching you with guilty puppy eyes.

You simply laugh. It is more than okay. If you wanna keep up with him, you need to train. He is an amazing substitute Shinigami, and not only that but the stronger ever made; the least you can do is to be able to climb some steps fast enough to catch up with him.

“No worries Kurosaki-kun. I just needed a little bit of air; let’s go” you rush to keep climbing, even if you are clearly not recuperated still. Your head is a little bit dizzy, your legs a little weak.

You try to walk towards him, but you feel like everything around turns dark for some seconds. And Ichigo notices right away.

“(Name)? are you ok?” he urges you for an answer while his arms surround your tired body with his protective embrace.

You would lie if you said you were feeling bad; after all Ichigo is now hugging you. Nothing could go wrong.

“I am fine… I just got a little lightheaded” you whisper, looking up at him. Your nose barely grazing the sharp jaw of the Shinigami. Looking how his Adam’s apple move as he swallows in clear sign of nervousness.

And even if you wanted to move away from his arms, you couldn’t as he kept pulling you closer, tightly against his chest.

The scent of his soft perfume mixed with the one his winter skin has, reminds you how much you desire him. You want him, you want to praise him, and you also want his lips against your lips.

“Please, rest for some minutes more…” he mumbles, this time delicately pushing your head towards his chest. “You need to breathe calmly…” he continues, enjoying perhaps a lot more than he should the closeness of your skin against his.

You don’t dare to argue; you don’t want to. You just want for him to hug you so eternally, and even after too. You nod, nuzzled in the little crook that his prominent collar bones form in the middle of his chest. The little patch of visible skin in between his scarf and white big coat, is all you need to rest assure for the rest of your life.

His hand slowly goes down to the small of your back; his touch is not indecent, it is caring and loving and despite that, the sexual tension in between both of you is undeniable.

You place your ear on his chest, letting yourself go with the song of his beating heart… allowing yours to beat in perfect synchronicity with it. Your eyes open, and they get filled by the view of a city that never seems to sleep, with neon lights flashing all over long, long streets.

Ichigo does the same, both look through the metallic red protective net for some minutes until a little white fluff falling from the sky catches your attention.

“It’s snowing…” you whisper, snaking your arms around his waist. “How beautiful, it is the first one this year”

“Yes…” Ichigo sighs, with trembling voice and reiatsu growing stronger inside the very core of his body. He is gaining strength, or perhaps thinking carefully about his next actions… what he is about to do, might change the destiny of both.

You know it too; when it’s right, you just know…

“Ichigo, I…” you murmur, looking up at him with your eyes plastered on his lips. Giving him the permission to kiss you once, and as many times as he want.

With the same hand he wields his zanpakuto to protect, he now grabs your chin and rather desperately kisses your lips. When your mouths crash against the other, both let some air scape your lungs, living off each other’s souls. More and more, deepening the kiss, melting into one.

The light show of the tower, the last of tonight, begins. Nobody seems to notice you two, neither you notice the lasers blinking through the heavy atmosphere of cold and snowflakes falling.

His hands, this time pooling in the small of your back in concupiscent intention, pulls you closer than ever before. You notice how much of a man he has become; grown up to be stronger and also to be sexier, mature, extremely attractive.

Your belly, feeling the hardness growing in between Ichigo’s winter clothes. Your legs, quivering as his tongue plays with yours in wet, lustful kiss.

The loud songs coming from inside, accompanying the light spectacle, letting your moans to be unheard by the rest as his hands slips so needy in between your tights from under your flannel skirt.

Ichigo’s fingertips get wet, as they rub against your stockings. You shiver and jolt, as he presses right in the spot. The graze of the tights and panties on your clit makes you whine louder into his mouth. A moan he eats so pleased, so hectically.

“I-Ichigo… I….” you stutter, so close to the very first climax of the night… just by the simple touch of his hands with your clothes still on.

“I know… I know… I am sorry, I couldn’t stop myself no more…” he sighs, kissing your forehead but never stopping the circular motions on your core. “I just love you so damn much, (Name)…” he finally confesses, breathing your last moan before you could melt right there, into a mess of sexual desire unleashed and pleased.

“I… I am… Ichigo…” “I know, let’s go back to the hotel… I wouldn’t like you catching a cold, we can come back tomorrow…It was a good idea to come all the way from Karakura town to Tokyo with you 💖~”

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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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monkeydluthy · 7 months

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The strongest Zeraki Kenpachi

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thewritetofreespeech · 4 months

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New Years Kisses - Bleach

Ichigo

Spends New Year’s home with his family, like any typical teen with very typical traditions, and invites you to join. Or as typical as an evening with the Kurosaki’s can be.

He likes watching you make the soba with Yuzu and setting up the kotatsu with Karin. It’s like your part of the family.

All of you eat and watch New Year’s specials until midnight finally comes, and then head out for the shrine. Ichigo isn’t sure he believes much in prayer anymore, with everything he’s seen & been through, but the tradition is nice.

After you all make your offerings, Ichigo sneaks the two of you off behind the fortune stand to still a kiss. Since he couldn’t give you a kiss officially at midnight with his dad & sisters around, this will have to do.

Renji

There’s a pretty big party for the lieutenants & rowdier members of the Soul Society that Renji goes to, and he brings you as his date.

It’s a pretty normal party. For Soul Reapers anyway. A lot of drinking, eating, and then inevitable challenges of strength (especially when Ikkaku gets drunk).

Renji of course gets swept up in it, but a lot less than usual since joining the 6th and because you’re there.

When he wins, he gives you a big kiss as his reward. If he loses, he still wants a kiss to console him.

Shuhei

At the same party as Renji, but tries to be more civil and reserved.

The key word is ‘tries.

Being around Rangiku, whose favorite past times are drinking and getting other people to drink, Shuhei is quickly swayed into the mayhem, despite his best efforts.

Spends a lot of the evening lying on the back patio, convinced the fresh air will sober him up, and falls over the banister when he tries to give you a kiss at midnight. Turning your romantic NYE kiss into a ‘kiss his boo-boo’ kind of kiss.

Byakuya

New Year’s is a big time for the Kuchiki Clan. It’s one of the few mandatory events all the extended family is expected to attend at the main estate, with a lot of ceremonies and a lot of people.

Byakuya has no opinion on the festivities. Tradition is tradition, and as head of the clan it is his duty to preserve them.

He tries to make time with you 1-on-1 during the event, but it always seems to be some crisis or conversation that needs his attention. Or yours, as your very integral to all the moving cogs of this event as well.

Still, he manages to sneak both of you out to the garden with Shunpo. Stealing just one private moment for the two of you, and a soft kiss in the moonlight, before you both have to go back and be good hosts.

Grimmjow

Zero concept of what a ‘New Years’ is.

There are no new years in Huecho Mundo. Time is sort of an unchanging constant for creatures there, so there is no need to mark it with a calendar like humans do.

For that reasons, Grimmjow thinks it’s pretty dumb. But he goes along with it because, in your relationship, he’s learned that if he goes along with it he will usually get treats in the end.

He likes the idea of kissing though. Wants to just skip to that part and has no understanding on this waiting until midnight crap. He just wants to kiss now!

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brittscafe · 1 year

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Aftermath of TYBW

Finding each other after Ywach invades the soul society.

Includes: Jushiro, Shunsui, Shinji, Byakuya, Kenpachi, Renji, Ichigo, and Toshiro.

CW/TW: Angst...I think, but happy endings for everyone 🫶🏻 Plenty of fluff to go around for everyone.

Jushiro: Everyone had already lost so much and you weren't going to be able to handle the loss of your husband. You enter one of the buildings that was left standing, the hospital.

So far, you knew most of the captains had made it out alive, but there was no word on Jushiro.

Your palms are sweaty as you burst into the hospital full of people roaming in the hallways and loud chatter. Your eyes dart around and you sink down in your figure.

Jushiro and you were on opposite sides of the hospital, trying to see over the crowds of people. He clenches his fists and your eyes catch a glimpse of his silver hair.

A smile tugs on your face as you push through the other soul reapers and Jushiro's gaze meets yours. His eyes light up as you run over to him and practically crash into him.

Jushiro wraps you up in his tight embrace and relief washes over your body. You were at home and you were so happy.

"You're okay," you breath out, squeezing him as tightly as you can.

"I am, but I won't be if you keep squeezing me like that," Jushiro struggles to speak and you quickly release your tight grip.

Shunsui: Your feet thud on the ground and you pant heavily. You stumble over the rubble of what used to be buildings in the soul society and your feet slide across the ground.

Ywach and his army had just left and you couldn't find Shunsui. You couldn't feel him anymore and you were just imagining the worse.

Shunsui was barely holding himself up on the palm of his hands. Blood was running down his face and his right eye is gushing out fresh crimson blood.

Your jaw drops open and you fall onto your knees in front of Shunsui. He glances up at you, a smirk forming along his face and you frown widely.

"Shunsui, oh my god," you breath out, bringing up your trembling hands, but stopping before you can touch him. You didn't want to hurt him.

"Oh, come on. It could be worse, y/n," Shunsui teases you, grabbing onto your hands and rubbing your skin gently.

"You're hurt and we need to get you to the Unohana and the others," you demand, chewing on your bottom lip.

"I've got new responsibilities, y/n. I'm the new head captain," Shunsui points out and you shake your head. You pull away from his hands and cup his face.

Shunsui slightly winces at your touch, but leans into it, craving more of you.

"Not yet. Let me take care of you, please, Shunsui," you beg him, fresh tears glistening in your eyes. A pout dances along Shunsui's face and he nods his head.

"Thank you," Shunsui whispers and you pull his face towards you. He rests his forehead on yours and relishes in the peaceful moment.

Shinji: You were both searching for each other, hearts ramming against your chests as both sprint through the soul society. You were both injured, but on the better side than the rest of the soul society.

"Shinji!" you call out with a roaring voice. Shinji spins around and his face lights up at the sight of you. Shinji sprints over to you and he wraps his arms around your waist and spins around you.

"I'm so glad that you're okay," he breathes out, nuzzling his face into your neck.

Your feet are still dangling into the air as the tears stream down your face and you let out a tiny sob. Shinji's eyes widen as his eardrums fill with the sound of your sobs and he loosens his grip on you.

Your feet hit the ground and you slowly pull away from Shinji. His eyes rake over your face with concern and he places his hand on your cheek.

"I was so worried...that I had lost you. I can't lose you, Shinji," you hiccup out in between sobs and Shinji frowns widely.

"You will never lose me, ever," he reassures you, gathering you into his arms again.

Byakuya: You couldn't help the streams of tears rushing down your face as you laid your eyes on Byakuya, pressed against the wall and his sword on the ground.

Your stomach twists into uneasy knots as Byakuya's eyes meet yours. His eyes are full of agony, shame, and deep sadness. You rush over to him and he does everything in his power to hold himself up.

"Y/N," Byakuya calls out with a soft voice.

"It's okay. I got you," you reassure him, placing your hands on his shoulders. Byakuya leans against you and instantly falls down onto you.

He holds himself up against you, his chin resting on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you," he mumbles out, a frown tugging on his face. Your breath shudders and you rake your fingers through his hair.

"No, don't you dare say that. You did protect me, Byakuya. Now it's my turn to protect you, okay?" you assure him and he inhales sharply.

"Okay," he whispers and you give him a gentle squeeze, carefully not to break him in his fragile state.

Kenpachi: Finding him face down on the concrete was the scariest thing you had ever witnessed. You never had to worry about Kenny, he was always so strong.

He never gave up and a bitter taste had formed in the back of your throat that you couldn't seem to get away.

You drop down onto your knees in front of him and start to shake his body, hoping he'll get up. Panic starts to flood your body as the large man doesn't move and you stand up onto your feet.

You kick him in his side and he still doesn't move. Your hands become sweaty and you let out a shaky breath.

"Get up. Get up, Kenny," your voice starts out as a whisper, begging and pleading him.

Ikkaku hears your voice in the distance and starts to rush over to you.

The tears fill up to the brims of your eyelids and you bite down on your bottom lip. "Get up! Goddamn it, get up! Kenny, please!" you start to scream out and Ikkaku's eyes widen.

You start to leap towards Kenny when Ikkaku's arms wrap around you, pulling you back.

"Y/N, stop!" Ikkaku demands, but not before you get in one last kick. You become pudding in Ikkaku's arms, blood-curdling sobs leaving your lips.

Ikakku's loosens his grip on you and you drop down to the ground.

"Hey, you kick me one more time, y/n and I'll make you regret it later," Kenny's voice growls out as he slowly lifts his head up from the ground.

"Kenny?" you call out, sniffling as he groans and grunts as he struggles to sit up on the ground.

"Why the hell are you crying so much? I'm still alive," he asks, examining your face and you throw yourself into his arms. Kenpachi grunts as you slam yourself against him and he secures his arms around you.

"I'm okay," he comforts you, gently rubbing your back.

Toshiro: Heavy pants leave your lips as you hunch over on the ground, your fingers loosely wrapped around the handle of your sword.

There was blood everywhere, surrounding you. Your comrades blood and yours everywhere. Your lungs were burning and every inch of your body was covered in hot, sticky sweat.

A pair of strong arms wraps around your body and easily lifts you off the ground. Panic fills your body and you snap your head, glancing over at your shoulder.

You gaze into Toshiro's icy eyes and let out a sigh of relief. You rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes for a minute.

"Are you okay?" you ask, opening your eyes and they glue to the blood painting his face.

"Don't worry about me, y/n. Are you okay?" Toshiro asks and you tug away from him. You turn around and Toshiro's eyes widen.

"I'm not really sure. This guy did stab me pretty good," you point to the sword wound sticking through your chest.

"Y/N," Toshiro calls out, his jaw dropping open.

"I'm sorry," you mumble out.

"Shut up!" Toshiro speaks through gritted teeth and your eyes widen.

"Listen, I have to be honest with you, Toshiro. I don't think I'm going to make it back to the hospital," you explain as Toshiro forces himself up onto his feet and lifts you up into his arms.

"Stop talking!" Toshiro raises his voice and you shake your head.

"I just want you to hold me, please," you beg him, tears spilling down your cheeks. Toshiro frowns widely and shakes his head rapidly.

"I will do whatever you want after I get you to the hospital okay? Once we get there, I will hold you forever," Toshiro rambles on, biting back tears as he leaps off of buildings trying to save you.

"You promise?" you choke out, glancing up into his icy blue eyes. Toshiro glances down at you and nods his head.

"I promise," he reassures you.

Toshiro did keep his promise once you woke up in the hospital. He laid in the tiny bed with you, kissing every inch of you and holding you with every ounce of love.

Renji: He didn't care that he was hurt and could barely walk. He didn't care. All Renji Abarai could think about was you and the way your scream echoed throughout the soul society.

Your scream rattled his eardrums so he pushed himself to sprint as fast as he could to you.

Renji freezes in his tracks when he finds you laying on the ground on your side. Blood covers every inch of your uniform and his breath shudders.

He slowly walks over to you and peers over your body. Relief washes over his body as he sees your eyes open.

"Renji, what the hell are you doing?" you scoff out as he grabs onto you carefully. A tiny gasp leaves your lips as Renji effortlessly lifts you up into his arms and starts limping away from the rubble.

"Renji, put me down!" you scoff out, smacking his chest.

"Never," he shakes his head, too prideful.

"You're hurt, Renji. You barely have the strength to stand up yourself. Please put me down before you both send us crashing to the ground," you explain, clutching onto his shoulders tightly.

"If you don't stop talking, I'll make you," Renji comments, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

"Oh, really? And exactly do you plan on doing that because you-" you ramble on when Renji presses his soft lips against yours.

You quietly groan against his lips and bring your hands up to his cheeks, your thumbs brushing his soft skin.

"I plan on kissing you again and again," Renji speaks, peppering your face in soft kisses.

"I see that now," you grumble out, unable to hide your growing smile.

Ichigo: Late. He was too late or at least that's what Ichigo thought. You were fighting in the soul society and he had just gotten here. His eyes were full of sadness and despair as he gazes over the whole soul society, absolutely destroyed.

Ichigo sprints through the destroyed walls and his eyes dart around. He's been running around for a good 10 minutes and he still cannot find you.

"God damn it!" Ichigo curses out, clenching his fists and shoving it into the concrete wall beside him. He didn't realize that you were laying on the rubble right behind him.

"Take it easy, substitute soul reaper. The wall is innocent," you croak out, your voice weak and fragile. Ichigo spins himself around and lays his eyes on you.

His breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you, laid over the rubbled and covered in crimson blood. He rushes over to your side and kneels down.

"What the hell are you doing? I told you to wait for me," Ichigo scoffs out, his eyes softening as he meets your gaze.

"I don't wait on you. Just who the hell do you think you are, asshole?" you still manage to scoff out as Ichigo grips onto your upper forearm.

"Your boyfriend who you should listen more to," Ichigo explains, lifting you up onto your feet. You barely stand on your own feet for 2 seconds, before your muscles start to ache and throb, giving out on you.

You stumble over and Ichigo easily sweeps you up and onto his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" you hiss out, kicking your legs in the air.

"Taking you to a healer. You're not dying on me," Ichigo speaks sternly, starting to make his way through the destruction.

"Ichigo..." you call out, resting your head on his upper back.

"What?" he replies dryly.

"I love you," you whisper, placing a soft kiss against his upper back and Ichigo smiles warmly.

"Don't talk anymore, y/n. You need to rest for now," he assures you, tightening his grip on you. Ichigo carries you the rest of the way to where the hospital was set up, knowing he loves you more than you could ever know.

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“A Snoozing Experiment” (Kisuke Urahara x F. Reader) NSFW‼️ 18+

AN: Hey guys! This is another kisuke scenario that randomly popped up in my mind right after I posted Kenny’s birthday fic last Christmas. I’ve never written something like this before. I kinda felt anxious about writing this new “kink” for this guy but I just know he’s the perfect person for it + he’d be down for it. I’m a pure person — end of discussion. I learn new things everyday lol. Anyway~ enjoy and Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 😊 ❤️

Synopsis: This clingy guy just wants to try something different with his girlfriend. Is she willing to give him a chance?

WARNING: 18+, just an experimental guy *wiggles eyebrows*, NSFW‼️, kinky, oral f.receiving, Slight Male dom, smut, lazy reverse cowgirl, GRAMMAR

Extra note: the vibes of this scenario is whispering or low voice — you’ll find out why! 🫢 + I linked the outfit reader is wearing in the story!

Take your time reading due to pacing! It’s long but it’s Kisuke’s fault! He takes over my mind sometimes. enjoy! ❤️😇

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“This party is unauthorized! It is interfering with my 23 hours of beauty sleep!”

“You may want to shoot for 24.”

The living room suddenly filled laughter and after a certain blue character spoke to an older funny looking woman in the tv screen. The sources of laughter came from the two kids who were watching a kids tv show on an early Saturday morning.

Jinta and Ururu.

“Don’t you go anywhere! We’ll be right back with “the fosters home for imaginary kids in just an about a second. Right here, on Cartoon Network!”

“Bloo is one hell of a guy! I wanna be like him when I grow up.” Jinta shouted, revealing his canine teeth while he was pointing at the small screen. “Don’t cha think, Ururu?!” He turned and shouted at the shy young girl with two pigtails — sitting right next to him. “Right?! Right!?”

“J-jinta!” Ururu whined, turning away from the loud kid. “You’re too loud! I’m sitting right next to you!” She pouted and crawled next to a strange man dressed in a green kimono and is wearing a green striped bucket hat. Kisuke Urahara. “Yeeeaaah! Yeeeeaaah!” The redhead boy shouted, jumping up and down with a wide toothy smile. “Maa. Maa. Jinta. are you sure about that?” Kisuke asked, fanning his paper fan at the young boy to calm down. “Of course! I’M. A. MAN.” He pointed to his chest confidently. “Ma. Ma~.” Kisuke gave a breathless chuckle, “Maybe you should learn from Tessai-San and I — a thing or two about how to be a good man.” He chuckled, pointing sharply at the older man who was sitting against the wall behind jinta. “Hmmm.”Tessai nodded in agreement.

“Wha-“ jinta frowned, but quickly turned back to the television screen when the show came back on.

“And how to especially be more mindful of y/n-chan.” He mumbled lowly, hiding his mouth behind his fan. Of course, the redhead haired boy wasn’t paying attention to him since he was more focused on the show. “What was that Boss?” Tessai looked at him from across the room. “E-yaaa~ nothing, nothing ~ Tessai-San .” He chuckled, lowering his folded fan a bit, smiling at the man from a distance. Now that he mentioned it, you were watching tv with them about two hours ago but went back upstairs lay down for a bit. Kisuke thought about this in silence while his eyes were hidden under his hat, as he stared at the tv screen.

He quickly closed his fan and put it back somewhere in his green kimono and uncrossed his legs. “Hm? Boss?” Tessai said, curious about the shopkeeper’s sudden movements. “I’ll be right back. I want to check up on y/n-chan.” He said, standing up to brush his green pants and walking out of the small living room. “Please look out for the kids, Tessai-San” He said to the older man, dismissing himself. “Yes, boss.” Tessai nodded and turned his attention to the tv screen. Kisuke smiled shortly before turning to the staircase.

He hummed while he walked up the steps until he got to his bedroom door. Quietly, he slid the door open and smiled. “There you are.” He whispered to himself, watching you in his bed sleeping. He walked into the room slowly and closed the sliding door behind him. He turned back around and carefully walked to the other side of the bed where you were sound asleep. With each step he took, the sounds of the wooden floors creaked a bit until he reached his destination. He leaned over and noticed how peaceful you looked in your state of unconsciousness. Beautiful. No, Angelic. He watched how your body rose and fell. Your gentle breaths came out softly and slowly. A small smile crept up on his face and his hand reached out to your lower back. He caressed it while he admired your natural beauty. “Mm.” You groaned, feeling the warm source on your bare skin. Your head shifted on the pillow as you were trying to open your eyes. His hand slid side to side, gently.

You opened one of your eyes to see who was caressing you and it was none other than your boyfriend. “Kisuke?” You said sleepily, blinking slowly to get a better look at the man in the murky room. “Hey there, princess.” He mumbled, resting his hand on your lower back, smiling at how cute you look in your awoken state. “What’s happened?” You yawned, still trying to fight the urge to go back to sleep. “Hm? Oooh. nothin’. Just wanted to check in on you.” He said, looking at you softly. “Oh.” You sighed, “how’re the kids?” “They’re fine.” He smiled softly, feeling a warm sensation in his chest. He loves how you think of the two kids as if they were your own.

“Hm. That’s good.” You sighed again, your sleepy eyes looking at the man while your head remained on the pillow. A comfortable wave of silence followed while the two of you gazed at each other. You reached out a hand and caressed the side of his neck. “You okay?” You asked, your soft hand mimicking the way his hand gently caressed your lower back earlier. “Mhmm.” He hummed in agreement while your dainty fingers gently scratches his bristled face. “Did you hear what jinta said?” “Hm…No? What did he say?” You mumbled, curious about what the rowdy young boy said; you were sleeping. He hummed. Thankful that jinta’s loud voice didn’t wake you up. “He said he wants to be like Bloo when he grows up.” You giggled at the thought of him being like that character. “He’s so silly!” You snorted, your hand dropped onto the pillow to rest it while you continued giggling.

“Yaa…he’s too much.” he sighed. “Do you want anything to eat, baby?” He asked, still looking out for you, caressing your back again. You shook your head. “You sure?” You nodded with a soft smile until it dropped when you felt his hand grab your ass cheek, sneakily. “Hey!” You frowned. He gave a throaty chuckle. Of course! you forget that he’s a pervert —sometimes. “You sure?” He smirked, still chuckling until you smacked his hand away from your covered ass cheek. “Maaa. You’re so cruel, y/n-chan.” He pouted, Rubbing his hand as if it really hurt. “I thought you were checking on me but I guess not.” You said, already annoyed by his childish behavior. “I was! I can’t help it, baby. Your shorts look so cute. It even fits your ass perfectly.” He continued, gazing at the ruffled cartoon printed cows on your shorts. “Just how I like it. It even says “moo” on all over it”. He added, unashamedly staring at your plump cheek peaking under the shorts. “Good lord.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and turning your head to the other side of the pillow — focusing your attention on something else. which is going back to sleep. “Enough. I’m okay, kisuke.” You said, closing your eyes, not wanting to fall into his trap; not sure if you were already in it in the first place. You sighed. He’s a tricky guy you mentally noted. But you love him for what he is — which defeats the point. “Go annoy someone else. It’s too early for that.”

“Hoo…my love is so mean.” He whined playfully. “I just wanted to check up on you—” “You did.” You cut him off. “Now let me sleep. In peace.” You sounded annoyed. A mischievous smile crept up on his face while his eyes hid under his hat. “Sure~” he chuckled breathlessly. You hummed. Feeling relieved that he’s going to leave you alone. However, a sudden shift on the bed stopped you from attaining victory when you felt something dip into the bed. The odd sensation was making you feel uneasy that You opened one of your eyes and saw a familiar hand land on the side of your pillow, blonde hair shifting a bit from your peripheral, and the feeling of a soft fabric brushing your back and your legs. it was your annoying ass boyfriend again. who was caging you from above, on all fours. A vein popped in your temple and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself; you really wanted to push him off the bed so so bad.

On all fours, kisuke looked down at you with a mischievous grin on his face. You looked like a piece of meat laying below him —ready to be eaten. He bent down and slid his right arm under you — resting his hand on your tummy. His chest rested on your smooth back and he looked over to the left to see your pretty annoyed face. His hand felt so warm on your skin well as his chest on your back that it made you flutter inside. You ignored him though. “Y/n.” He said, wanting your attention. No answer. He chuckled. He knows you’re awake. “Were you dreaming about me while I was gone?” “In your dreams, kisuke.” You mumbled annoyingly, your eyes still closed, refraining yourself from pushing him away. Even though it’s a bit too late to escape from his embrace. “Of course!” He whispered, “I’m quite a catch, you see.” He said, looking at you lovingly, “I should be in your dreams though.” He smiled softly. “Hmph. Why?” You said, feeling his warm weight applied on your back and his chest rub against your smooth skin. He chuckled and your eyebrow twitched. “Because~!” He whispered playfully, “I’m your extremely handsome and perverted shopkeeper, baby.” He smiled, nuzzling his face in your neck. “S-shut up.” You giggled softly, feeling his bangs brush your cheek and his lips graze your neck, softly.

kisuke remained in this position for several minutes while he cuddled you. Embracing your warmth. You liked it too. But you didn’t want to admit it. “Get off me.” You words came out slurred as yours eyes were starting to get heavy with sleepiness again. He chuckled. “Maaa…” he breathed out, you felt it brush your neck. “You’re so cranky, y/n-chan~~” “Yeah because you’re too hot. I’m literally sweating on my back.” You added as sleep was taking over your mind. “Why thank you~” he lifted his face from your neck. “that wasn’t a compliment.” You mumbled. “Sure it was~” he gave a throaty chuckle, looking at your soft lips. You ignored him. “Hmmm.” He hummed, leaning over to your lips. His lips met yours gently. Nibbling it softly until you gave in. Your lips wrapped around his slowly and steadily. Hearing the soft lip smacking sounds echoing in each of your ears. He gave a throaty groan and tilted his head more so his lips could fully grasp yours while your head remained on the pillow. “Mm.” You moaned, His warm exhales brushed your face while his lips massaged yours.

A few minutes passed, and you had forgotten why you were annoyed at him. since his kisses were expertly distracting you. His messy hair kept tickling your left cheek while he explored your plump lips. Your mind was still fighting the urge to go back to sleep. However, that got intercepted when his crafty tongue slipped into your mouth — searching for yours. “Mm!” You whimpered, your hips jolted up and you gasped in between the gentle tongue kissing when you felt his hand sneak into your shorts and cup your bare pussy. “Mmmm.” You moaned, the source feeling so warm and comforting on your pussy that you began kissing him a bit deeply. Ultimately, failing to protest his sneakiness. Kisuke laid his head on the same pillow — his face closer to yours, while he kissed your needy lips and rested his hand right where it belonged. “Mmmm.”You moaned softly in the kisses, relishing the sensations of when he began caressing your pussy slowly. Up and down. “K-kisuke.” You breathed out, the sheet shifted under your feet due to spreading your legs apart underneath him, to feel more of his warmth on your flesh.

Your cheeks were feeling so hot that you broke away from the kiss and pushed the side of your face deeper into the pillow and whined from the extremely warm source. “Ahhh.” You panted, Your body was relishing the fluttering sensations from his measured ministrations. He watched you up close while he slowly grazed your pussy. Deeply observing you while earning gratified sighs from your plump lips and your natural beauty expressing such pure satisfaction. His cock twitched under his green pants — at the sight of you being this way in just a matter of seconds.

After a while, you began rolling your hips in up and down to get some friction from his palm. It rubbed against your clit pleasantly. His rough skin grazing your clit so well. His breath hitched when he felt your ass rub against his covered cock. He leaned back on one hand to see the way your neediness was rubbing off on him. He stared hard at how his covered cock was getting shifted around by your covered ass. He gave a throaty moan whenever the tip randomly dipped in between it and slid up against it. “Ahh.” He panted in a low voice, his cock twitching from the soft friction between the fabrics and your warm ass. With his legs on either side of your own, he dug his knees into the mattress and pushed his hips down and slowly rolled his hips up against your ass, to feel the feather-light frictions on his twitching cock. His gasps echoed in your ears whenever you circled your hips up and down until you felt his girth pushed in between your ass cheeks. A breathless moan came from him when he felt your warmth embrace the tip. His breathless moans brushed your back that you shyly brought your left hand close to your mouth and blushed.

The two of you moaned in tandem while you pleased one another. “Mmmm.” He hummed, circling his hips relentlessly to not lose the sheer friction of his cock hugged in between your ass. The rhythmic rolling of his hips felt so good on you. Making you feel needy for more of his touch. Your right hand reached down to cup his hand that was rubbing your pussy. You bent it and you started to grind against his fingers. “Mmph.” You moaned softly on the pillow, your clit throbbing from the sheer sensation of his rough pads. To reward you, he began flicking his fingers to help you to get off. “Ah.” You sighed, circling your hips for more until his fingers were starting to get covered by your warm arousal. “Oooh.” He quivered, relishing the tingling sensation as he pushed his hips down deeply and bucked against your ass in a steady pace. The tip poking in between your ass so well that he was getting harder by the minute. “Oooh…baby~” he breathed out. You whimpered. If you could only see the way he looked above you. His eyes shut as he but his bottom lip and then letting out gratified moans as he gently bucked his hips. He was in pure ecstasy — just from dry humping you. But you could only tell just from how good his hips felt circling against your ass. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon after, he ripped his hand out of your shorts and quickly got off the bed. You whined when you felt the sudden shift of the bed and the absence of his warm embrace. "Mmmm." You whined again, hearing him walk away from bed. You raised your head from the pillow — one of the straps on your top fell down your shoulder when you turned back to see where he was going. You didn't want him to leave you alone, now.

"Kis-"

Clack! The sound came from lock of the sliding door.

"Oh." You sighed, watching him lock the door with his back facing you. You gasped when he turned around and took off his green kimono top. His happy trail caught your attention. Especially, the tip of hip of his noticeably hard cock poking through his pants. You were staring down at the source not knowing that you were breathing a bit heavily. "See what you like?" He gave a knowing smirk when he caught you. He slowly walked back to the bed — letting it hang and swing up as he so. Your neck was beginning to strain while you still looked at his covered cock poking around in the green fabric — searching for you while you laid flat on your stomach. A grin never left his face as he crawled slowly into the bed. The bed dipped by his weight as he so. You gulped slowly without leaving his grey eyes — looking up at the man, speechless.

He gave a throaty chuckle and lowered himself on your back. “I love the way you look at me like that.” He whispered closely, moving his hand up and gently wrapping it around your neck, caressing it. The feather-light grazes on your neck was fluttering all over your body. He leaned closely to your face and said, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try.” He muttered, his fingers brushing your neck softly. “For you.” He whispered before leaving soft pecks on your left shoulder. You shivered when he slid his hand down from your neck and gently pulled the strap off your right shoulder. “What do you think, baby?” He asked, waiting for you to answer as he slowly pushed his hips down against your ass. “You can go back to sleep and I’ll be quiet as an owl.” He added. You nodded and laid your head down on the pillow. He kissed your temple as a “thank you” and leaned back.

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Quiet as a bird, kisuke meant what he said. The soft and wet lips grazed your smooth skin as he kissed your back. The gentle kisses sounded faint yet you could hear a gentle pop from his lips as he so. Taking his sweet time. Ultimately, your exhales came out soft - you were already feeling sleepy again. After a while, he peppered you all the way down to your lower back and sat up — staring at the waistline of your pajama shorts. His slid his hands up from underneath and gently kneaded your ass. His thumbs massaging the crevices of your cheeks as he so. “Mm.” You whimpered, still sleeping but aware of his ministrations. He gave a throaty giggle and playfully jiggled it around earning an another sleep-like whimper from you. “Don’t worry. I just want to see something.” He mumbled, pushing the hem of your shorts up and leaning forward to kiss your ass cheek. He kneaded them again and leaned over to kiss the other cheek and bit his bottom lip. Slowly, he pushed the material aside to get a full view of those cheeks. Licking his lips, he slowly spreads them apart. He pulled back and licked his lips again as he stared at your rear and your cunt. Without a doubt, he leaned in and left a soft, warm and wet kiss on the ring of your rear. You gasped and he did it again with his eyes shut. His kissed it gently — listening to his lips smack against the skin softly. “Ugh.” You panted, relishing warm lips kissing it gently. He pulled back to see his a work for a second and went back in. “O-oh.” You breathed out on the pillow, tucking your lips and licking them. Kisuke kissed it deeply as he held your cheeks apart. The sounds of his deep kisses started to echo in your ears as he so. Making your lips tremble as you panted. He pulled back again and saw your rear glistening in the sun-lit room. You felt a bit strange about this new feeling but your stomach was fluttering, nonetheless. The warm and wet sensation felt good. He smirked as he looked at your rear throbbing in front of him. Clearly, you’re enjoying it.

He dived back in and stuck his tongue out. “Unh!” You quivered, feeling the appendage lick on the center of it. He looked up at you as he so. Circling the wet muscle against your throbbing rear. You gripped the pillow and whimpered. It felt way too good. You spread your legs apart. The tingling sensations were dancing around your body, feverishly. Making your pussy throb. “K-kisuke.” You breathed heavily, feeling his tongue flicking against it, gently. “Aaahh.” You hissed, rolling your hips back up against it. Your rough grunt were music to his ears as he circles his tongue around your rear messily while his eyes were shut and gave it a loud kiss. He leaned back and brought his finger up and rubbed it, gently. “Mmmmm.” You moaned, throbbing from the gentle strokes on your rear, making you arch your hips. He grinned softly as he spreads his saliva around it. “How’s that feel?” He looked up at you, sitting up to see your flushed face. “Good?” He asked, spreading the wetness down to your pussy and rubbing your folds with his fingers. You felt shy to answer him. So you nodded shyly. Throbbing against his crafty fingers. “Im glad.” He smirked, leaning down. He brought his hands up to the waistline of your shorts and pulled it down. You didn’t protest. He threw it to the side of the bed and gently pushed your left leg up. “Just go back to sleep, baby.” He said, spreading your cheeks out and tilting his head to explore your pretty pussy. His forefinger dipped into your folds and glider it up and down slowly. Spreading your pussy open. He then brought two digits up to leave it open and leaned in to kiss your pussy. He kissed it again and again — softly yet deeply. “U-unnh~” you moaned, your mouth slightly ajar as kissed your needy lips. Soon after, he dipped his tongue into your folds and slid it up to your clit. Your breath hitched and you grabbed the the side of the pillow. “Uuuughh.” You groaned, relishing the tingling sensations of his tongue exploring your pussy so well. He kneaded your ass and smacked your left ass check as he circled your cunt. He flicked it side to side and glided it up to your clit and circled it the pulsating nub.

Feeling too hot, you lifted your head from the pillow and relished the way he expertly explored your throbbing pussy. Your lips trembled and your mouth widened when he flicked your clit. Lean up a bit and roll your hips against the warm muscle you know too well. “Oh!” You twitched, dropping your face in the pillow as you bucked your hips against his tongue with good measure. Your hands gripped the pillow as you breathed heavily into pillow. “Oh fuck~” you whined, your clit throbbing as you rode it, slowly. You heavy pants echoed in his ears as he was lost in his task — drunken by your wet puffy pussy. “Mmmmmm.” You bit your bottom lip, moving your hips back against the warm muscle as he sticked it in your cunt — but not going in completely. He gave a guttural moan when he felt your cunt clench his tongue. “Oh yeah~.” You moaned, wanting him to go deeper. But he didn’t. Of course. He loves to tease you. You hand reached out and grabbed the back of his head to keep him there and you rolled your hips up and down against the appendage. “Mmm~” you hummed erotically. “Haaa…yeah~” You sang out breathlessly, clenching around his tongue to push it in deeper. The wet sounds of his tongue fucking your cunt rang in his ears as you so. He watched as it entered your sobbing cunt. Which seemed extremely lewd. He didn’t mind. Your warm arousal covered with his saliva smothered his mouth and dripped on the sheets. “Oh yeah~baby~” you breathed out, rolling your hips in circles.

Ah!” You gasped. His tongue wriggled in your cunt and you saw stars. You leaned on your elbows on the pillow and rode the crafty muscle, feverishly. “Ah! Ah!” You panted, twitching as your clit was throbbing from the overtaking sensation that you cummed in seconds. You dropped your hips down on the bed and breathed heavily into the pillow — still pulsating from the fierce relief. “Ooooh.” You moaned, his lips moving around your soaked throbbing pussy to drink you up. The wet kisses echoed in the room as he so. “Mmmm.” He hummed, smothering his mouth against your pussy messily. He was hungry. He licked your pussy with so much want — the sounds of his ministrations ringing in his ears. “O-ooh!” You gasped.” K-kisuke!” You whispered loudly, twitching as you were cumming again He sucked his breath and pulled back. The stings of his saliva and your arousal stretched out and fell on the sheets and from his bristled chin. He smacked your ass roughly. You whined lazily. “Ugh. God help me.” Post orgasm taking over your mind. He chuckled and leaned over. He suddenly kissed you deeply. You whimpered at the sudden action and tasted your yourself as he so. His tongue expertly glided with yours, lovingly. “Mmm.” He groaned, his hand reaching down your ass and dipping it between your cheeks — his fingers rubbing your soaked pussy and then smacking it gently. The gentle slapping sounds rang in your guy’s ears.

After a while, Your back started to ache. You turned around and spread legs apart and wrapped them around his waist and went back to kissing him passionately. The cool air brush your soaked pussy as you so. He lowered his hips down— pushing your thighs back. “Oh” you gasped, your pussy throbbing when the covered tip poked your clit. You looked down and saw the fat covered tip laying right on your puffy clit. Your mouth slightly ajar, you pushed your hips up to it. your clit began to pulsate as you felt the pressure gently push your clit down — making you shiver. “Unh.” You moaned lowly, already brushing your clit against the covered tip, steadily. Up and down — not breaking away from the warm friction. “Ha…ha…” you hiccuped, relishing the fluttering sensations of your puffy clit pulsating lovingly from the feather light strokes it was feeling. He gave a soft chuckle and rolled his hips down. “Ah!” You sighed, The soft fabric was brushing against your folds and your clit — making you shudder. You kept hiccuping as he so. it felt so good. Your dainty hands reached up to brace him by his arms. Gently holding on to him as He watched you slowly falling apart, again.

Your body was getting rocked up slowly by his own. “Mmmm.” You hissed, pushing your head back against the pillow. Your mouth widened slowly. you couldn’t form any words as he grinds against your needy pussy. his pants was getting smothered by your sloppy pussy, lovingly. He bent forward and nuzzled his face in your neck. You raised it to give him all the room you wanted to give to kiss your neck while circled his hips down against you. “Unh.” You shuddered, his soft lips grazed your skin gently while your toes were clenching from his perfectly measured thrusts of his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit. A few minutes later, You began rolling your hips up with good measure. His tip kept remained on your clit, lovingly as you so. “Oooooh.” You drawled, your clit was pulsating endlessly. “Fuck.” You whispered, working your hands up to rest on his broad shoulders. You enjoyed the way your body rocked up and down. Slowly yet steadily. relishing your warm arousal smother your soaked pussy messily. Your soft moans came out rhythmically with each stroke — earning a few gentle pecks on your favorite spot of your neck. Making your pulse flutter quickly. “Mmm. Kisuke...” you breathed out, sliding your hands down to his ass. “Oh…baby.” You sighed, looking up at him with pure satisfaction as you grabbed it, gently. Your toes curled from the sensations. However, he quickly pulled away from your neck and sat up. You were about to pout. He smirked and slowly pulled down the waistline of his pants. Your eyes were automatically glued down to his fingers. His grin widened when he pulled out his cock, slowly. Teasing you until it flings out.

You eyes widened from the sudden movement. All bushed — Curved and thick with a few veins around it and a pink mushroom tip. How lovely. You mentally noted. Your eyes never ripped away from his hand as He stroked it. His grey orbs glanced down at your sloppy pussy glistening before him. Both of you were “star struck” in the thick atmosphere. You could only imagine how good he’d feel when once he gets inside of you. But he enjoys taking his time. You looked up at him and pulled him closer to you. He followed. You rolled your hips up and rubbed your glistening pussy against the warm source. The soft skin was grazing your folds and your clit made you twitch. “Mm!” You throbbed, looking down at your pussy stroking his girth. He watched as you so. “Look at you.” He said, observing his cock getting embraced and covered by yours slick folds. “You’re so needy, baby.” He mumbled lowly, watching his cock twitching against your pussy. He leaned over to kiss your soft lips as he took of his pants and you pulled your strap top down to your waist. You giggled when you saw his pants hanging around his right ankle. due to him being impatient to take it off completely. You kept giggling at the man when he went back to kissing your lips.

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The sounds of the mattress creaking below you echoed in the room. His hands gripped your knees from underneath and your hands on either side of your head. Your pussy looked so pretty in his eyes. Full spread, soaked, and perfectly sandwiching thick cock. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, getting rocked by his ministrations while your breasts bounced gently from his gentle pace. “Oooh.” He groaned, listening to your sticky arousal ring in his ears as he so, covering his cock so much. “Haaa~” you breathed out, grounding your hips up to meet his strokes glide through your folds, slowly. Soft groans and whispered praises bounced off the walls. After a while, he bent over and rolled his hips to your own. the bed creaked roughly yet slowly. A gratified sighed left your lips as you pushed your head back deeply into the pillow. The thick sounds of your arousal echoed in your ears as he so. “Yeah…” you praised him, resting your hands on his neck, relishing the warmth rubbing against your soaked pussy as he pushed your hips deeper into the bed and started to kiss you deeply.

Hypnotized by his deep kisses, he increased his pace by bucking his hips against you. “Mm!” You whimpered, quickly rolling yours up in tandem to not lose any of the tingly frictions. You grabbed his ass as you so — moaning breathlessly in the kisses. “Ahh…yeah.” You broke away from the heated kiss and looked down to see both of your ministrations. You watched your wet pussy getting slapped by his girth while His thighs slapping against yours. The wet sloppy sounds grew louder and louder when you started bucking your hips up feverishly. “Agh!” You quivered when your clit was getting slammed from a good angle — upwards. The sounds were filled with grunts and wetness. “Mm-unh!” You whined, your nailed digging in his arms, getting closer to your release. You started twitching underneath his watchful eyes — arching your back and pushing your shoulders back into the pillow. Your mouth agape, you grounded yours hips and let him slam his hips against you, quickly. Your pussy started pulsating with excitement as you remained grounded. Soon after, a quick violent rush of relief rushed through your body and you began spurting your fluids as he slammed his cock against your soaking pussy. You wished there was a big mirror to see him slamming his hips against you, his balls slapping your ass, and the mess you were making splattering on your pussy. “U-uunghh” you drawled lowly, feeling putty while your legs were dangling in the air, and you kept releasing your fluids. The filthy sounds splattered all over his midsection, and yours pouring down your hips and down your ass as he so. “Mm!” You whimpered, looking in between the splashes of your mess covering you two until he slowed down. “Haaa….fuck.” You panted, trying to cool down. He chuckled and bent over to kiss you deeply. Your hands brushed his hair messily as he so. Your lips smacked against his with passionately — ringing between you two.

You were starting to feel sleepy from the post-orgasm. “Mm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips, feeling your clit get stroked lovingly by the mushroom tip, since the cool down was still taking a while to dissolve. Your fingers bumped his hat and you frowned. Still kissing the man, you opened your eyes and stared at the green source in disbelief. “Take that stupid thing off!” You blurted out, ripping it off his head and throwing it back somewhere in the room. “I can’t believe you had that thing on. Christ.” You mumbled. “Hm?” He leaned back a bit and looked at you in surprise. “Get off me! You mumbled annoyingly. “Aren’t you sweating up there?” You pointed out. He chuckled at your cute pouty face. “Maa~ I thought you wanted to go back to sleep, y/n~” he smiled, looking at you expectantly. You looked away from him. Escaping his knowing gaze, you shut your eyes. He knows you’re blushing — inside. He gave a throaty chuckle and stroked your thighs from underneath. “just say you love me, y/n-chan~”. He added, playfully teasing you. You forced open your eyes — staring sharply at the cunning man in front of you. “Shut the-“

Clomp…

“Hmm?” He slowly blinked his eyes and looked away from you and turned his head back. You stared at his long structured neck. Then his collarbone and back up to his jawline while he stared at the closed sliding door. That’s hot. You mentally noted. The slow footsteps came from the very creaky wooden staircase. It sounded like someone was coming up from downstairs.

Clack…clack…clack….

Kisuke listened to the slow foot steps and remained still while he waited for the next step. He thought that it was ururu that wanted him to come back downstairs. However, the footsteps stopped in front of his bedroom door.

Knock…knock.

“Yes?” He said, curiously.

“Excuse me…Urahara-Dono.” The gruff voice came from the other side of the door. “Oooh~.” He chuckled. “Tessai-San. Is there something wrong?” “No. I’m making a little snack for the kids and want to ask if you would like some?” He asked. Kisuke turned to you and whispered if you wanted some but you shook your hood as a “no”. He turned his head back to the door and said, “A-ahh. No thank you, tessai-San.” “Is y/n okay?.” He asked politely. “Yes, yes. She’s okay. She’s still getting her beauty sleep.” “Does she want some-” “Oh! Wait!” He grabbed an empty glass cup and quickly got off the bed. In nude form.

“I almost forgot.” He said, turning back to put on his green robe. You sighed and watched him walk to the door. You’re so wet and still sleepy. But, you still had some energy to let him to flip you over and turn you upside down. With your legs still spread open, you hand slid down to your pussy and you dipped a finger into your cunt — but not all the way in. You saw the long strings of your arousal stretch while you were looking at it. Glistening on your fingertips. You brought it down and spread it on your clit. You did it again; listening to the light wet sounds of your arousal in your cunt and spreading on your pussy. On the other hand, “could you fill this up for me?” He opened the sliding door a little bit and quickly outstretched his arm reached to give Tessai the glass cup. “Hmmm.” The spectacle guy nodded in agreement. “I’ll be going, then.” “Yeees~ just leave it by the door” kisuke said, poking his head out the door, watching him go down the stairs and far away. “Good.” He sighed, closing the door and then locking it. “He’ll back with a cup of water for you, y/n cha-” he froze, watching your finger your soaked cunt slowly. “You’re a very interesting one, y/n-chan.” He smirked, taking off his robe as he walked to the side of the bed. You stared at his cock swaying until he got to your side. “Mmm.” You moaned, sitting up and facing it the sheath. You slowly wrapped your mouth around the mushroom tip and sucked it gently. “Ahh.” He moaned lowly, relishing soft warm lips around it. You bobbed your head slowly as you sucked it; looking up at him with your dowey eyes. “Hmph.” He chuckled, watching your pink tongue lick around the tip like a lollipop, slowly. After a short while, he pushed his hips up to your mouth, gently. “Oooh~” he mumbled, feeling your appendage glide around his cock and under the tip. He brought his hand around your head and the other kneading your breast. “Mmm.” You moaned, feeling his girth push into your small mouth gently and your tongue brush the veins around it. “Good girl.” He whispered softly before pulling back to kiss your soft lips. He cupped your cheeks while he kissed you, slowly. “Get on your knees, sweetheart.” He whispered softly, brushing your cheeks while he looked at you gently.

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The glass cup of water was delivered to you not too long ago. Sitting outside the door, waiting to be drunken by you. However, the sheets shifted while the two of were getting in a promising position. Kisuke laid his hands on your thighs as he laid on sat up on a mountain of pillows and your legs were on either side of his thighs. Your ass was in full view in front of him as he sat comfortably on the bed. “Maaa~ you look like even more lovely this way.” He caressed your ass softly. “A lovely cat stretching out, in fact.” He added, taking his cock and stroking it while he looking at your soaked cunt. “Mm.” You hummed, laying the side your face on the bed and your arms on either side of your head. You can go back to sleep this way but you have better plans. “Look at that.” He mumbled to himself, sliding the tip against your folds, slowly. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips to feel it rub your pussy. “Wow.” He said, looking at his cock getting smothered by your warm arousal. Soon after, he aligned himself to your entrance and you slowly lowered your ass on the curved length. “Ahhh.” He breathed out, feeling your plush walls embrace him lovingly. He rested his hand atop your ass and you began bucking your hips down on his cock, slowly. Kisuke leaned back on the stacked pillows and watched the scenery. “Mmmm~” you moaned, relishing the feeling of his girth stroking your walls as you’re circling your hips up and down. Getting adjusted to his length. After a while, he rolled his hips up at an extremely slow pace — watching his glistening cock enter your cunt as he so. “Mmmmm.” He moaned, feeling The rise and fall of your ass on the palm of his hand. he pushed it down gently to match his strokes whenever he entered your core. The full view puts him in a daze. He spreads his legs further apart and increased his pace a bit. Your ass started bouncing on his thighs. The light skin slapping sounds rang in his ears. The curved length grazed your walls so well — making you even more wetter. Rewarding him with a gratified sigh from your lips. “Ah..yeah.” He whispered, grabbing your ass cheek to his cock slide in and out your glistening cunt. You clenched around the length when the tip poked your g-spot.

You lifted your head up quickly and moaned from the fluttering sensations. “Oh..fuck.” You breathed out lazily while your plump ass bounced on his cock. You heard a light chuckle behind you and he smacked your ass. His throaty moans echoed in the air while his cock was getting embraced by your needy cunt lovingly. “Oooh.” He said thickly. “Your pussy feels so good, baby.” He praised you, rolling his hips up rhythmically while watching the whole thing before his eyes. The sheets shifted from under his feet and you opened your eyes to see his knees pushed in a bit. Soon after, he started slamming his hips up against your ass. Roughly yet steadily. “O-oooh.” You croaked, feeling your ass slap against his hips as he thrusted deeply into your soaked cunt. Your nipples were rubbing against the soft sheets and your head was shaking as he so. The sloppy skin slapping sounds and the bed creaking echoed between the two of you. You arched your back and saw stars. “Uuuunnh.” You moaned, shivering whenever he hit that spot over and over, deeply. Your breathless whimpers were music to his ears. His mouth wide open, he couldn’t form any words. His breath was hitching from the relentless clenching of your throbbing cunt around his cock.

You rested your head on the bouncing surface and slid your hand in between your legs and started rubbing your clit in circles. The feather light strokes on your clit made it pulsate that you let you a gratifed sigh. “Mm!” He groaned and smacked your ass while the thrusted feverishly. You were getting wetter and wetter that sounds were becoming more sloppy with each deep thrust. “U-unh!” You quivered, rubbing your clit faster as you were getting closer to your release. He hissed and gripped your hips, marking your skin. “Ugh!” He shivered, breathing heavily as he started feeling your walls tremble. You lifted yourself up and started bouncing on his cock, quickly. Your pants quickened while he slammed into your sloppy cunt. “Yeah. That’s it.” He said thickly, watching your warm white fluids cover his cock. He gripped your hips and pushed your hips back and pulled it down. And bucked into you roughly. The gushing sounds grew louder. “Oh!” You quivered. A fierce and violent rush of flutters danced through your body and you squirted. “Awh!” You moaned, spurting your fluids from the overtaking pleasure as he fucked you to oblivion. You managed to turn and look at him while he was catching on to his release and listen to the filthy wet sounds. His head was pushed back to pillow and his mouth wide open while he let out a long open mouth groan. “Ug-ugh!” His hips started stuttering as he tried to catch his breath m. And, he cummed. “Unh!” He moaned breathlessly, twitching while he thrusted into your warmth and shoots in your core. “M-mggh.” He shivered, dropping his legs.

He opened one of his eyes and saw his cum around your cunt and covering his length. “Damn.” He muttered, his chest heaving and he closed his eyes. “Mm.” You sat up and looked back at the now-putty man. You rolled your hips and bounced on the creamy length, and he winced. You giggled breathlessly when he tried to follow but to no avail. “Feelin sleepy, kisuke?” You teased. He gave a breathless chuckle and smacked your ass lazily.

You giggled. Your pussy really knocked him out. He’s getting soft now too. He deserved it. You mentally noted. You pulled his cock out and turned to straddle him. “Do you want anything?” You teased him as he was cooling off.

He chuckled. “A glass of water would be nice.” “Sure~” you said sarcastically, getting off the bed and heading to the door to get the cup of water that was sitting in front of the door. “Anything else ~ baby?” You emphasized, walking towards the now-sleepy shopkeeper who looked puffy and soft. You snorted at the last thought.

“And a change of new bed sheets.” He mumbled.

You frowned. “Do it yourself, old man.” You placed the cup on the night table and turned to grab your shorts. “W-where are you going?” He looked at you with a worried expression, not wanting you to leave him alone.

“Downstairs. To eat with the kids — ” You said, walking to the door. “For a while.” You gave him a smirk as you closed the sliding door and then headed downstairs.

“Heh.” He dropped his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “You got me.” He whispered to himself — with a soft smirk.

Oh how the tables have turned.

End.

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