the thought of aizen fucking you for the first time and telling you how tiny you are around him, will never not ruin me 😵💫
hnggg …. yes …. i know aizen isnt like thee tallest man in bleach but MAN if hes not big
It hits you in moments how big your boyfriend is.
When you see his broad back in the kitchen making eggs for you both. When you rest your head against his chest when you take a photo together. Aizen has learnt to utilize his frame to amplify his presence. He stands head and shoulders above everyone else in a crowd; he stands behind you like your white knight when you two are out. His favorite way, however, is when he has you folded in half on the edge of the bed, towering over you till youre engulfed in the shadow he casts.
He thinks you look so pretty peering up at him while your legs fall apart, his small delicate thing — squeezing your hips in his hands and watching how pliant your flesh is. Aizen laughs as you begin to pout, pushing into you without warning as you bow upwards in response to the motion. He’s leans closer to you, engulfing your vision till all you can see his him, waiting for you to adjust to his girth. He moves you on his length like a rag doll, the end of each stroke punctuated by a cry of his name — and Aizen realizes he loves you like this and tells you so — his pretty girl, clinging to him like a vice as he reminds you of how big he really is.
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massage + kanata? THANK YOU!!!
A/N: I know exactly what you are
*ೃ༄ Kanata Shinkai + [MASSAGE] : with their hands buried in the receiver’s hair, the sender begins to gently massage their scalp.
With a hefty sigh, you felt Kanata sink further into your lap, affectionately nuzzling your thighs with his cheek, adorning a blissful shade of peach on either side of his face. His eyelids had long since fluttered shut, but you could tell that he was the furthest thing from asleep.
It had been at least a half hour since he weaseled his way into your lap atop his dorm bed, and you wondered if his work had been draining him far more than usual recently. Of course, he loved to splay across your lap regardless of his mood, but he seemed rather exhausted this week — today specifically.
You knew that he’d never penalize you for worrying about him, but you also knew he’d likely brush it off, claiming that there’s no need to worry about him, and that all was well. So for the time being, you’d resign yourself to your position beneath his head, leaning back against the plush pillows that decorated his bed.
Kanata lazily rolled over to face you, bringing a hand to rest upon your thigh. “This is nice…” He whispered, his lips curling upwards into a fond smile, softly pecking at the skin of your leg. “Ahh… ‘laying’ in your lap is very relaxing, you know?” His eyes remained closed, and you could hear the soft chuckles rattling in his chest.
“I’m glad you think so.” You answered, mindlessly carding your fingers through his soft blue locks, smiling to yourself when he hummed affectionately at your actions. It was easy to forget about the rest of the world outside of this dorm when he was this close to you, when he was trusting you enough to be vulnerable like this.
He peeped an eye open at you, and you took the opportunity to ask your long-awaited question. “Are you tired?”
Kanata peered up at you amusingly, a light green eye looking directly into your own. “Today was tiring, but now that you’re here, I feel good as ‘new’, so it’s okay, I’m alright.”
You nodded. “Hm, okay then. But just for the record, you still seem a little tired, Kanata.” You awaited a response, ten seconds, twenty seconds, but it never came. “It’s okay if you wanna take a nap.”
A quiet sigh escaped from your lips. “You haven’t been getting enough sleep, have you?” Once more, he failed to reply. “It’s okay, I’m not mad. I just want you to take care of yourself.”
The man in your lap smiled at your words, and he slowly reached for your face, caressing your cheek with the soft tips of his fingers. “I wonder if you understand how ‘kind’ you are. Thank you.”
You silently wondered if he could feel the subtle heat radiating off of your cheeks.
Your fingertips once again found purchase between the cyan of his hair, gently rubbing and scratching at his scalp — softly trying to erase any tension and stress that had been lingering. “There’s no need to thank me. You look out for me just as much as I look out for you.”
He shivered, goosebumps raising across his neck and arms, and he allowed his eyes to close once more. “I see. I will always look out for you…” He insisted, his voice fading into nothingness, and his hand finding its place back on your thigh as his exhaustion started to get the best of him.
“I know you will.” You whispered, quietly leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead, another on his cheek, and a final, gentle one on his lips. “And I, you.”
As your fingers continued to massage his scalp, you rested your eyes. Of course, his roommates would be back eventually, but you had a feeling that they’d let you both sleep. The two had never been unkind to you in the past, after all.
You sank further into Kanata’s pillows, and with two sleepy, soft giggles, you wordlessly said your I love you’s.
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