#aizen smut

[devileyeswriting]

Aizen celebrating his birthday by fucking the living shit out of your poor used pussy 🤤🤤🤤 I wanna fuck him in all his forms esp his sixth anniversary and monster form

hallooo nonnie, request complete here!!!!!!

I had lots of fun with that 6th anniversary form ... could not fit the monster one in but maybe one day hmmmm

[devileyeswriting]

birthday ritual - f! reader x sosuke aizen

nsfw. mdni. dark content warning for non/dubcon

featuring: captain! sosuke aizen and 6th anniversary form! sosuke aizen, as requested here.

dew yaps: nonnie, i hope you're okay with this! i've only written silly aizen so far and i wanted to do something more canon-compliant.

Sosuke Aizen, Captain of the Fifth Division, took your virginity in the May of your eighteenth year.

It was not a romantic encounter prefaced by butterflies and sealed with sweet nothings. It was cold and cruel — a birthday gift to himself, apparently — to be the first one to claim the Fifth Seat of the Ninth Division. As he shrugged off his clothing, he revealed to you that he was not one to indulge in carnal desires often; but, Captain Tōsen had offered you as some bargaining chip in who-knows-what arrangement … and you had no choice but to comply.

You still remember his heady scent filling your nostrils as he pressed his weight into you on the floor of his private quarters. His flesh was warm — solid — almost a comfort if it weren't for the thick head of his cock wedging itself between your trembling thighs.

"You're doing well," he praised lightly upon noticing the slick that had accumulated on your virgin slit. "Your body knows what it wants. Don't think … just — relax."

You tried to do as he said, submitting further to the imposing Captain. You could tell he was trying to keep a handle on his reiatsu — perhaps to lessen the fear that twisted your gut — but you'd almost prefer to suffer under its oppression if that meant you'd be distracted from the painful stretch — from the especially aggressive snap of his hips as he broke through the thin tissue of your hymen: proof of your purity, now defiled.

At some point between horror and bliss, tears of humiliation melted into tears of his promised pleasure. You felt so full — so consumed — as his cock stuffed itself into your quivering, inexperienced channel. He had you on your knees, back arched and face pressed into the cold floor by a smooth palm. While he did not speak, the room was far from silent; your overstimulated whimpers, the shlick of your dripping cunt, and colliding skin chased away the quiet.

He fucked you through what you assumed was a standard orgasm. You'd heard tales of the elusive thing, and had been told by the more experienced ladies in the Seireitei that you'd know it when you felt it. The tension building in your lower stomach released, stars swimming in your vision as moisture rushed down your thighs.

"Ah — didn't expect that from such a pretty young thing…" he murmured — the first words he'd spoken since he started. Your face, already flushed from exertion, deepened a shade in shame. You thought this was normal. Maybe it wasn't meant to be so … wet? You did make a mess on his floor ... he was right to confine your coupling to the ground.

Captain Aizen's thrusts became choppier as he slipped in and out of your sopping hole — far easier now than when he began. He moved his palm from your cheek to the base of your skull, fisting the hair there and pulling you up so your back lay flush against his chest. "Look at me as I ruin you," he ordered, and you obliged — though you realized he wasn't looking back at you — simply staring straight ahead, unmoved by the desperation in your gaze.

You didn't know why at the time, too green to have ever thought about how a man acted when he came, but he stilled suddenly—and you felt him twitch inside of you, thick veins swelling against your battered walls. One singular gasp of pleasure flew past his lips as a foreign warmth filled your core, adding to the frothy ring around the base of his cock.

As he slid out, eyes glued to the mess gushing from your now-empty, stretched hole, he caressed your cheek in a way that managed to re-instate your sanity, making you feel better about the entire ordeal.

The life of a captain must be difficult, surely. It's not his fault that he's callous … it's just a facade he presents to retain respect. Perhaps he cares for me, and that is why he singled me out…

These are the lies you tell yourself as you let Aizen return to you year after year: always on his birthday, like clockwork.

Even now, despite the fact that he has defected from The Soul Society, he still finds ways to beckon you. It is May 29th, and you are sprawled beneath what you can only describe as a God. Your senses are twisted, lulling between euphoria and anticipation, ice-cold and fire-hot, tasting his bitter release on your tongue, only for it to be chased away by an indescribable sweetness ... and he hadn't even entered your mouth. Your cheeks are flushed, brow is damp, and your body is at its breaking point as Aizen hovers above you, watching his cock — completely detached from his body and larger than you'd ever experienced — bully itself into your puffy, abused cunt. It's full and dripping with three of his loads already (this form seems to have some other-wordly level of stamina), sloshing around your insides with each violent thrust. Both of his hands — also free-floating and unburdened from his torso — hold your legs apart, and his foot applies light — but mind-numbingly noticeable — pressure to your throat. He watches the scene as if it were some piece of artwork to be analyzed, eyes ablaze with satisfaction at your struggle.

"You've been an excellent sheathe all these years," he compliments, knowing full well that these scraps of validation will keep you compliant. He is not above forcing you, but he prefers genuine devotion. "You have given me your body time and time again…and it takes me so well."

He seems to be more chatty in this form; perhaps it's because he's far removed from the act, now. You're sure he can still feel the sensation of being inside of you — his voice is strained, and he has that animalistic gleam in his eye that presents itself in the company of your servitude — but he is at least watching you. Acknowledging you. It is unusual — addicting, even — and it only heightens your desire to please him.

"You will be my vessel," he decides. His cock pumps faster; you're wrecked, hardly registering his words as your mouth falls open, lungs ragged and body limp. "I will have one child — and you will bear it."

Your closing eyes snap open, their hue of adoration blurred by shock. He lifts his foot from your neck … you foolishly think that he may decide to go gentle on you, now … but the polished boot re-lowers onto your face, covering your eyes. The amount of pressure he applies is inconsequential: not meant to harm, but rather to guide your face sideways so your cheek smooshes into the ground, reminding you of your place.

Sosuke Aizen is a cruel lover, yes…

but who are you to begrudge a God?

bleach masterlist / main masterlist

[goldennish]

Sweet torture

** NSFW CONTENT

** MDNI

Imagine Aizen using Kyoka Suigetsu on you to make you feel like he is stimulating all your sweet spots at once in the way you like the most. Back, neck, earlobe, mouth, tongue, nipples, tummy, tights, inner tights, ass, the borders of your underwear, groin, clit. All licked, bitten, kissed, sucked, pinched, nibbled, caressed, slapped, whispers with soft brush of his lips. Everything while he fucks you as he wishes in an endless loop, enjoying with his mesmerizing smirk all of your moans, whines, tears, screams, mewls, pleas for more, to stop and for more, while you cum again and again, losing your mind and soul to overstimulation, your cunt aching, swollen, soaked, squirting and tightening spasmodically his huge cock.

All at once.

Endless.

Loop.

[bucciaratizippers]

pls pls im begging u to do some headcannons for souske aizen and also if you can do what he would look for in a partner✌️😭 my life will be all yours

What he looks for in a partner - Aizen Sosuke

Wc: 614 words Character(s): Aizen Sosuke  Tw: sfw, possessive, aizen sosuke, love language?

Summary: aizen sosuke headcannons yk the typical A/n: i am SOOO SORRRYYYY it took this long, uni stuff taking my time away but you asked AND I DELIVERD

from: @jintuna

Aizen Headcanons

He is always observing. Always.

He is always on the lookout. Even when he seems relaxed he’s actually studying people—how they talk, how they stand, their habits. You cannot catch him off guard easily. Most of the time he already knows what you’re going to say.

• Soft-spoken menace energy

He rarely raises his voice. If he does, it’s terrifying because it means something has genuinely shifted. Most of the time, he controls situations with calm words and eye contact alone.

• Reads… a lot

Like, library-level consumption. Philosophy, psychology, history, just anything that helps him understand human behavior and power structures.

• He enjoys intellectual teasing

Not in a loud or playful way but more like subtle prodding. He’ll ask questions that make you overthink yourself, then give you that small knowing smile when you realize he’s ten steps ahead.

• Emotionally… complicated

He feels, but processes emotions differently. Instead of reacting outwardly, he internalizes and analyzes them. Love, frustration, attachment, it all gets filtered through logic first.

• Lowkey lonely (but would NEVER admit it)

He separates himself from others because he believes no one truly matches him intellectually or emotionally. That isolation? Self-inflicted, but also something he quietly resents.

• Physical affection is rare but intentional

If he touches you e.g a hand on your shoulder, brushing your hair back, it’s deliberate. Nothing he does is accidental.

• Protective in a quiet way

He won’t hover. But if someone crosses a line with you? They’ll never do it again and they might not even realize why.

What Aizen Looks For in a Partner

This is where i think it gets interesting because imo Aizen is extremely selective.

• Intelligence 

Not just “book smart” he wants someone perceptive. Someone who can keep up with him, question him, maybe even surprise him.

• Independence

Clinginess would push him away. He respects someone who has their own identity, goals, and doesn’t revolve entirely around him.

• Calm confidence

Not loud or attention-seeking but someone grounded. The type who doesn’t get easily shaken, even by him.

• Someone who isn’t afraid of him

This is a big one. If you’re intimidated to the point of submission, he’ll lose interest. He wants someone who can look him in the eye and stand their ground. (this is like 50/50, but i like to headcannon aizen loves someone who can talk back)

• Loyalty

He doesn’t want a follower. He wants someone who chooses him, even while seeing all his flaws.

• Patience

Because getting Aizen to open up emotionally? That’s a process. He’s not giving himself away easily.

How He’d Be in Love

• He’d test you at first

Not in a toxic way, but he’d observe how you react under pressure, how consistent you are, how you think.

• Gradual softening

You’d notice things first, he stays in conversations longer remembers tiny details about you seeks you out more often..

• Possessive

He wouldn’t act out openly, but there’s an underlying “you are mine” energy. It shows in how he looks at others around you.

• Rare vulnerability = huge deal

If he ever opens up about his thoughts or past? That’s massive. That’s him trusting you in a way he doesn’t with anyone else.

• He’d choose you consciously

Aizen doesn’t "fall" in love impulsively. He decides. Once he does it’s deep, calculated and hard to break.

[strawberryandbunny]

| Distracted by you...

Aizen sosuke x fem!reader (reader is 18+)

Tw :age gap (college student x professor), explicit content (18+), heavy tension, possessive behavior, semi-public setting, morally grey dynamics, obsessive thoughts.

A/N : this was written in under and hour and is not proofread, so Apologies for any typos, or grammar issues. 🐰

Catching a cold and missing a week of lectures was not on your 2026 bingo card, and definitely not how you wanted to start the semester. To make it all worse, your devastatingly handsome professor had to mention that there would be a test at the end of the week, covering work you had yet to catch up on. But good thing you have a best friend who does the same major as you, because even if Rangiku slept through most lectures, she still has Professor Ichimaru to get her notes and work from Professor Aizen. So having a professor as your boyfriend does come in handy… noted.

Now, Professor Aizen has been your professor since last year, and you’ve noticed that he’s always been lenient with you. Even when you bothered him after lectures to explain concepts you didn’t understand, he never seemed impatient or irritated, even if you asked the same questions over and over again. He always had that smile, the kind that took away all your problems and made you want to confess every sin you’d ever committed. It was the same smile he gave everyone, and that bothered you. Why was your precious professor giving that deathly sweet smile to those nobodies? They didn’t understand what a blessing it was to see him, to be in his presence. But that was a problem for another time.

You stayed after class to catch up and ask Professor Aizen for help. Even though Rangiku gave you all the notes and slides, you still didn’t fully understand the concepts. And, truthfully, you wanted to be alone with your dear professor. He made your heart race every time you were near him, and that smooth, velvety voice sent shivers down your spine as he explained the difference between Japan’s economy and China’s economy, his gaze fixed on you.

“While both Japan and China have markets that mass-produce and export…” He paused. “Hmm, that won’t do. You seem to be distracted by something. Mind telling me?”

You looked away, your face turning a darker shade of red by the second, palms sweaty as you stared down at your hands. You admitted that you were distracted, saying you were wondering if it would rain later. Good thing you checked the weather forecast that morning, or else you wouldn’t have known what to say. What else could you have said? He seemed skeptical before turning his head toward the window. The little bit of sun that shone met his glasses in a glare, hiding his eyes. He wore a thoughtful expression before agreeing and continuing to explain the concepts.

You tried your best to pay attention, but the words drowned out. Your focus wasn’t on learning anymore, but on ogling your professor. The way his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose when he looked at the textbook on his desk, the veins on his hands bulging when he flexed them, or how he adjusted his tie from time to time. It had you staring, completely obsessed.

At some point, you dazed off, your imagination running wild, until you felt a hand on your shoulder, the grip just tight enough to make you yelp softly. You turned to see your professor standing to your right, his towering figure casting a shadow over you.

You had no excuse this time. You’d been caught red-handed.

Before you could even think of one, he spoke.

“I suppose you weren’t thinking about the weather again, now were we?”

You stayed quiet, clueless about what to say. Just as the words were about to leave your mouth, he continued.

“I’ve noticed, you know. The way your gaze always falls on me, and that look in your eyes.” His tone was calm, almost amused. “I must say, my dear, it’s quite the fiery look of possession. But you are mistaken. I am not yours, and you are not mine. You have not earned that position yet.”

The next day was no different, but you truly tried. You really did this time. Still, your gaze always landed where it really shouldn’t have, and he noticed. Unlike last time, though, he didn’t say anything. He simply repeated the sentence again. It wasn’t the best way to go about it, but it worked for you. And it wasn’t just the fact that he repeated it. It was the way he said it. Not in the way he usually taught. No, this time his tone was different. More seductive. And by seductive, you meant a tone that carried authority, a tone that demanded your attention. And you gave it to him.

It was the day before your test, and you were more distracted than ever. You felt tired and energized at the same time, your leg bouncing uncontrollably as you gripped your pen like your life depended on it. Your eyes darted everywhere, trying to focus on anything but the figure in front of you.

You were so overstimulated you needed a distraction. You needed to focus. You needed him. And that was a bad idea. You knew you were in for a terrible day the moment you saw the notification stating that you would be ovulating today, and the fact that the very first thing that crossed your mind was your professor—

On his knees, gripping your thighs in a bruising manner, glasses off, hair pushed back, and a cocky smirk on his lips, before he goes down on you.

Overstimulating you further, swapping between using his mouth and hands, As he asked you questions based on the test, That you really could care less about, and everytime there was a lack of answer, he would stop and edge you, until you gave an answer,

And everytime you would give an answer he would make you come, and each time it was complete bliss, and by the time he was done, you were a panting mess, Drool running down the sides of your mouth, Your legs still trembling, Both your mind and body overstimulated.

And when you were just thinking he was doen with you, He gripped your thighs again this time with one hand, The other going towards his buckel and you heard him say, "darling I'm not quite done with you yet", his voice a bit husky as be panted slightly pushing his hair back again before you heard the sound of his belt buckel.

[muzansfangs]

Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to Ichigo Kurosaki, Isshin Kurosaki, Renji Abarai, Karin Kurosaki, Orihime Inoue, Chad, Shuhei Hisagi, Rukia Kuchiki;

Format: multi-chapters story;

Warnings for this chapter: nsfw, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, use of condoms, oral sex (Sosuke!receiving), solitude, breeding kink, language, possessive tendencies, breasts playing, nipple playing, breasts suckling, fluff, feelings denial and acceptance, rough sex, marking the partner, undefined relationship, angst, neglecting feelings and trauma, falling in love;

Plot: Opening your heart to your worst enemy, to the man you once swore to defeat was not on your list of ‘things to do once in your life’. However, there you were, vulnerable and comfortable in the arms of a man people wished to eradicate from this world. Sosuke wanted you, he really did, but he feared what might have happened, if he did not know what was going on with the impulses of the Hogyuoku and how deeply he was actually affected by it. New measurements were taken, but he could not deny himself the bliss of been looked at with warm eyes and being touched amiably after years of solitude.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧

Standing in front of Sosuke, hands wrapped around the mug Karin had bought for you last Christmas, you were struggling to keep your composure. He had showed you his hand, the pale imitation of a word that would have never left his mouth: ‘Sorry’. Somehow, it sounded far way more honest than all the excuses people had told you throughout the long march of time. You could not say you had entirely forgiven him. For what, anyway? For not having indulged in the sweet aftermath of sex? For having done anything in his power to keep your interactions to the bare minimum, when you were both stuck in your flat? Or maybe for having let you feel wanted, the center of someone attention, and having deprived you of it all of a sudden. A cruel way to punish you.

“You have made me tea. — you started, carefully sitting next to him, but leaving some comfortable space between you two — What’s the next step? Waffles and whipped-cream? Or pancakes and blackberries?” you jested, taking a small sip of your drink and glancing at the tv, where some old film was playing. You were quick to recognise it. ‘Gone with the wind’. You should have figured the special threat was into old-fashioned stories.

Sosuke hummed “What is really surprising is that you are actually drinking the tea without suspecting I have poisoned it. I think this is already a big step to make” he pointed out, grabbing the remoter and passing it to you. Well, he had agreed to watch a movie with you, after all. The choice was up to you.

You smiled faintly at him, fingers brushing against his as you took a hold of the remoter “That’s a progress, indeed. — you nodded your head, switching to another channel — But… I believe we have overcome distrust a while ago” you stated, settling the cup down on the coffee table and shifting on the couch to tuck your legs beneath you. You knew he was staring at you. He was not even trying to be subtle about it. The sensation of being watched made your skin tingle. The air in the room was charged, yet not with the usual unnerving atmosphere of thirst for blood that permeated the air whenever he showed up. It was far from that. It was almost calming. Who would have ever guessed that spending more time with Sosuke Aizen, without unaheathing your blade to slit his throat, could actually lead you to discover his presence was not just suffocating but pleasing, somewhat? It was the closest thing to serendipity you had ever experienced.

And, of course, it had to be with the villain of everyone’s story. Partially yours too.

You bit your lower lip and kept zapping from a channel to another, searching for something to watch together. Something light for you were mentally exhausted. Something comforting, like the silence that had once again swallowed you two. You had missed this feeling. Yet, a part of you expected him to break the ice in some barbaric way. To anticipate him, you cleared your throat.

“So… When are you going to ask me why I am so quiet tonight?” you asked him, eyes transfixed on the screen as you pondered whether or not leaving the tv on MTV was better than forcing him to watch idiotic film he would have complained about for days.

Sosuke arched his eyebrow up “I have no reason to. I offered you my silence for you to express your feelings. — he explained, head lolling back against the headrest, weirdly so considering his way of always, manically sitting straight — However, it does not imply I am going to torture you until you talk about what is clearly troubling you. You have a choice” he stated, eyes closing, his shamelessly long and blacke eyelashes casting shadows over his perfect cheekbones.

Fuck. You almost prefered it, when he chastised you, or you bickered.

You huffed, tossing the remoter on the coffee table next to your mug “Stop it”.

“Excuse me?”.

“You are doing it again” you mumbled, playing with the hem of your oversized Maroon 5 t-shirt, a gift from Chad for your birthday a few years ago.

Sosuke cracked an eye open “Doing what exactly? Acting like a gentleman and not slaughtering you? I thought you disliked that side of me”.

You rolled your eyes at that and turned fully around to face him “Who would ever want to share her flat with a murderer?”.

“Technically, you are. Multiple people suffered the consequences of my actions and a few died too, my closest friends you could say”.

The audacity he had was stunning you in silence. Nothing about what he was talking about should have amused you, yet there you were almost letting a chuckle escape your lips. What were you supposed to say? How could you reply to that? You played checkers, he played chess and you were totally incompetent, when it came down to prevent his insidious checkmates.

“That was the past. — you stammered out, knowing damn well it was matter of perspectives, mostly because you had killed too — I meant quit pretending to be a psychologist” you bantered, causing him to clench his jaw. He seemed annoyed now.

Sosuke sat up straight, massaging his temples, as if he was meditating. This was not the reaction you were expecting from him. And your stomach churned, strangely not in fear of him possibly harming you. But because you felt guilty. Guilty. Just like in the past, when you felt afraid of speaking your mind and offending people around you, ignoring your needs to see them cheerful, despite pushing a dagger in your windpipe to silence your voice.

You felt it then. Thorns all around your throat. Dread washed over you. Not again, not now, not today. You opened your mouth to speak and no sound came out. Sosuke noticed it, cold eyes searching for yours, as your chest heaved erratically “I wonder if the real villain in your life was me” he commented softly, hand reaching out to carefully slide towards yours and grabbing it, before you had the chance to pull it away. His skin was warm, yours was cold. You shuddered at the feeling, eyes now watery as you swallowed down forcefully, desperately trying and failing to make the knot in your throat disappear.

You wanted to retort something. Funny how the only thing you could do now was crumbling before his eyes, allowing him to yank you closer to him until your knee bumped against his one and his warm breath wafted over the crown of your head. He was compassionate now. How? Why? Albeit you were gradually swimming back to the surface, leaving the bottomless pit of negative feelings strangling you behind, another thought plagued your mind. When was the last time someone had cradled you in his arms and let you shatter without making you feel like a broken toy? You had no memory of that. Life was once again cruel. How did Mother Nature dare to make you feel safe in the obscure arms of a natural born killer? Still, you were tired of fighting yourself for fate’s tasteless tricks. You let out a shallow breath, forehead resting in the hollow of Sosuke’s neck, whilst your hand squeezed his one tighter.

Benevolent gestures were rare nowadays. Receiving them from an allegedly, on the contrary, a soulless bastard was surely on another level of absurdity.

You had closed your eyes, steadying your breath, when you felt the fingers of his free hand thread through your hair, your body molding against his because you were done running away from yourself. You felt him going rigid, though, and you loosened your clutch on his body, merely limiting yourself to rest your head on his shoulder.

“You are meant to give me headaches, not to mend them” you said, voice barely audible now.

Sosuke smiled against your hair, an hint of amusement in his tone “Fear not. I will eventually come up with something to destabilize you. Not today, though”.

You sighed and witherdrew from his embrace, the back of your hand wiping away some tears you could not hold back “Mercy is a privilege, since when I am in your good graces?” you queried, curling yourself in a ball and resting your chin on the top of your knees.

“I refuse to believe you never acknowledged you have always been from the beginning”.

You pursued your lips, nodding your head, a bittersweet chuckle leaving your lips “I should have known you had a soft spot for me, because you never killed me. Right. Got it”.

Sosuke stayed silent, nor going to the extent of budging to counter back to prove you wrong, neither agreeing with your assertion. For a hot minute, silence blanketed the living room again. The only sound disrupting the peace was the music in the background. Addressing the elephant in the room was a necessity now. You doubted opening up with Sosuke was a good idea. Still, if not him, who would have listened to you? No one did. He had offered you this chance and there was no point in wasting it.

“It is probably my first time opening my heart and baring my mind to someone. I am not used to it and … Trust me, I am well aware it should not be the normalcy” you began, your eyes straying to the tv, where a singer was dancing with her crew of professional dancers. They all smiled, they seemed happy, in stark constrast with the mood you were in. It disturbed you.

As if reading your thoughts, Sosuke switched off the tv and leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs. He did not utter a single word, but his warm chocolate brown eyes, somehow darker in the dimly illuminated room, spoke volumes. He was invested into hearing you talk. Even if you had to make a monologue, he would have stayed right there and listened to you rattling off anything passing through your head.

“It is hard growing up and being the adult friend of the group. The oldest daughter. The responsible kid watching over her silblings, cleaning up their messes, never making a mistake because… — your mouth went dry and you took a sip of your tea to moist it — Because people older than you expect you to be an example for the younger kids” you explained, fingers twitching around the mug in uncontrollable shakings you thought you had learned to control since Sosuke butchered Ichigo and Renji before your eyes, before ascending the sky.

Probably, the recent events had shaken you more than you liked to admit to yourself. Let alone aloud, because who would have even listened to you?

“So… You know, I think today I broke. I detonated like a bomb” you stated, closing your eyes as flashes of your conversations with Isshin and Shuhei played behind your eyelids on repeat. There was more. There was more about why you lashed out like that. And the man who had blown away your sense of self-preservation and stripped you of your sanity was currently the only one figuratively offering you a shoulder to cry on.

“First my father, then Shuhei… — you babbled out, pinching the bridge of your nose and settling the cup down again not to spill the remenants of your drink on the floor — And to be absolutely frank, you”.

That caught his attention “Me?”.

“Yes, you. I know I don’t mean a damn thing to you. — you fretted, cheeks heating up because you oh so knew you would have freaked out talking about what had happened after the last time you had invited him to rearrange your insides — But why showing me a fleeting moment of affection, interest, humanity only to kick me like a rabid dog and treating me as if I was transparent? What did I even do to deserve this?” you exploded, eyes burning again.

Oh, Hell no, you were not going to burst into tears right in front of him. Not for a man. Never for a man. After all, this was the mantra you had taught to Orihime, Rukia and even your step-sisters. This time you really had to be strong.

Sosuke was taken off guard. Never in your life you would have thought something like that was ever going to happen, yet here he was. Impertubable face, but whitening knuckles curling around the armrest betraying the turmoil of emotions swirling in his mind.

“I have my reasons to keep my distance from you. If you were wise, you would appreciate it” he opinionated, fox eyes pinning you on the spot. For a second, you saw him dressed in pristine white robes in Las Noches, passing judgment on anyone as the supreme being he esteemed himself to be. Even before he trascended the limits of his shinigami nature.

“Well, I thought I would have loved nothing more than to cut the tie, but I can’t!”.

Your ears were ringing. Before you could process what you had just vomited out at his face, you saw his eyes widening and you clasped your hand over your mouth “I—”.

“You what? You did not mean it? Oh, you did” he cut you off, pride boosted as he cocked his head to the side and smiled faintly at the outraged expression painted on your face, hand clutching pearls on your chest in panic.

“My words failed me! I have not been able to make myself clear. I meant to say that I am fine with being… Uhm, ignored, ditched, I don’t know, okay? — you ranted, standing up and waving your hands around like a maniac — I am fine with whatever it is, but I am not a piece of trash. Talk to me and … And we can work things out”.

Sosuke stared up at you thoughtfully, examining the situation with surgical expertise before he spoke out again “If your words failed you, then why does it still sound like you are inwardly hoping we could keep our routine going and saving whatever we have?”.

You gaped, caught red-handed. You were screwed. No one had talked about feelings yet, fortunately, but … You were dangerously threading through the thin ice above the crater of the volcano. It was sex, just sex and wanton. Carnal urges. Nothing more. At least, this was the blatant lie you kept on repeating yourself day and night since you both started that damn circus. Things were too messy for you to survive this ordeal assuring the integrity of your dignity.

“What the fuck…” you whined, covering your face with your hands and ambling aimlessly around the living room.

“Does it mean something for you?” he suddenly asked you, dead serious about the matter.

You froze, petrified “What?”.

“Don’t stall. Does it mean something for you? Yes, no, maybe? Don’t illustrate your answer, you don’t have to. I just wish to know the truth” he demanded again, raising on his feet and ambling towards you, not like an imposing, menacing villain coming towards you to rip you to shreds, but like a simple man looking for sincerity.

The truth. The terrific truth that was scaring you to death.

“Yes”.

Your answer did not go unnoticed, it did not fall on deaf ears. Not when he halted right in front of you and, hesitantly, cupped your cheeks in his hands. He did not say much, if not “It is enough for me” before he leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, gentle kiss. Stars twinkled beneath your eyelids, heartrate increasing notably after tasting him after days of starvation. You followed his lead, hands gliding over his biceps, before taking a hold of the collar of his shirt and yanking him closer to him. You had no idea of why your body reacted to him in way no man before had been able to prompt, all you could say was that it felt like a chemical reaction, a fire meeting gasoline and devouring anything it met on its path.

Ashes and dust blown in the wind after a battle, dissolving into a river, or staining the white snow.

You heard him groan, the moment his hand slipped beneath your shirt and met your skin. You were not wearing a bra and his hands gladly fondled your breasts, making your breath hitch in your throat.

And then something happened. The moment your nipples became turgid beneath his thumbs, he stepped back abruptly. A growl escaped him, his eyes had discolored into a pale azure, the scleras had turned purple and he was downright panting. Your breath was erratic too, as you curled your hands around the shelf behind you. That was new. You were pretty sure he had not showed off that form since he had evolved into the last stage of his transformation into a moth, years ago.

“What… Are you alright?” you breathed out, only to watch him blink away that weird colors from his eyes, blessing you with his chestnut hues.

He resembled a beast, pacing around like a tiger in a cage, huffing and puffing, groaning in frustration and a minute away from pulling hair off of his head. Sweat beaded his forehead, hand running down his face as he took a couple more of steps back to put a safe distance between you two. His hand was open, almost warning you to stay back. He was in distress and it had something to do with his powers, the unknown and deadly powers of the Hogyoku. You cleared your throat, before gesturing at him with one hand, probbing him to provide you an explaination.

Sosuke glanced at you briefly, rubbing his chin “No, I’m not … I’m not in the condition to be near you. I’m retiring in my room. Goodnight” he declared, ready to leave the living room, too bad this time you did not let him go away.

In a blink of an eye, you sprinted towards him and blocked his path, staring squarely at him “Sosuke, no, not again. Tell me what’s wrong. You can trust me” you assured him and you could swear his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down more frequently than it normally did.

“I fear I might be unable to control certain... — he trailed off, taking a step closer to you, hand raising to graze your cheek but dropping back down his side — I don’t trust myself to touch you without damaging you”.

He could not tell you yet. Not when you were already too emotionally scarred to deal with more problems involving him, the main reason you were stressed out and at war with every inhabitant of the World of the Livings and the Soul Society alike. He could analyze himself, he had enough experience for observe this phenomenon and find a solution to get rid of it. The question was just one. Was this a mere impulse of the Hogyuoku, or did he really wish to impregnate you? Now that he had nothing, no Empire to lead and reign upon, no freedom and no army to command, maybe he was indeed embracing the possibility of settling down and build a family.

And he also knew one thing for sure: if not with you, then he did not wish to copulate with anyone else.

There you were now, looking up at him genuinely concerned for his health and yearning for him to open up, to stay and face the problem with you “Seriously? Sosuke, you… Gosh, damaging me? How? I’m here, I’m fine. I want this. What’s so different now?”.

That he wished to lull you to sleep nine months from now holding your belly from behind as you wondered the gender of your child.

Sosuke scoffed, shaking his head before he lost the last shred of sanity left in him. You deserved a proper explanation, but he was not going to ruin your day further. What a ludicrous situation. He had never had qualms about hurting people. Surprisingly, he would have rather chopped his tongue off than disrupting your peace now. He was going to dismiss you again was it not for the way you pushed him against the wall and unbuttoned his shirt enough to kiss down his pectorals and stomach. His eyes widened, hands hovering above your head as you gradually dropped to your knees in front of him.

Your eyes glinted in the dimly lit room, locked with his, whilst your fingers unbuckled his belt “I don’t know what’s happening to you, but I am absolutely sure that you desire me as much as I want you. — you stated calmly, unbuttoning his slacks and watching them slide down his narrow hips enough to expose his boxers — Relax and let me … Let me prove you that you can’t do me any harm”.

His mind went blank. All he knew was that his erected cock was now grazing against your lips. You grabbed it by the base, gave it a few pumps and then your tongue circled the tip. He grunted, head lolling back against the wall, teeth gritting while his fingers threaded through your hair, tugging at the strands enough to make sure he still had some sort of control over the situation.

“Persistent” he whispered, exhaling through his nose the moment you dragged your tongue flatly from the base of his cock to the tip. Your warm mouth then took it in, soft lips engulfing it as you hummed around his head. The vibrations sent frissons down his spine and he tightened his grip on your hair, accidentally causing you to whimper from the dull pain spreading through your scalp. Your eyes fell shut, as you attempted to take more inches in, the wetness of your saliva surely helping to make your movements smoother and his cock to slide further into your mouth.

The moment it almost hit the back of your throat, you gagged and he finally let out a strained moan. Tears fell from your lashes and Sosuke yanked your head back, his dick now slipping out of your mouth with an obscene pop “You are way too good at this, stop it. Get up” he rasped out, eyebrows knitted together to form a straight line, as he abruptly loosened his grip on your hair and panted at his feet, hands and knees planted on the cold floor.

You felt your cheeks on fire as you stared up at him, glossy lips and glistening eyes, a small smile crossing your face, a sense of victory pervading your heart “You know, I would have swalllowed. Why did you stop me? I was having the time of my life watching you whimper—”.

You yelped, feet kicking the air, as he effortlessly hauled you over his shoulder and strode towards his bedroom, foot pushing the door open. You found yourself bouncing on the soft mattress below you, as he tossed you down. His eyes were dark, fingers quickly ripping off his already undone shirt. Every damn time his chest was bare before your eyes, you gawked in stupor and lust. The moment he hovered over you, climbing on the bed like a predator, you felt yourself getting wetter. His lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, hands pushing your flimsy t-shirt up, exposing your breasts. You whined, at the loss of the contact with his mouth, but you were soon rewarded by his lips wrapping around your nipple.

You squirmed, toes curling, hips bucking up uncontrollably from his sinful ministrations. You could swear he was smirking, even though the vision of his face was prevented by his soft, brown hair. You were staring at the ceiling, mouth hanging open, your thighs pressed together to relief some need coiling down in your guts.

“Shit!” you whined, the moment switched nipple, his free hand gliding down your stomach and slipping his digits beneath the fabric of your panties. You held your breath, foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip until you tasted metal.

“Look at who is whimpering now. Be careful who you play with, little mouse” he chided you spreading your folds with his fingers before teasing your entrance. You choked out a sob, when he neglected your clitoris and slided two fingers inside of you.

Your vision went blurry, inner walls sucking his fingers in, adapting to the stretch as he watched you desperately writhe beneath his frame. A spider in a cage, a deer trembling before a famished wolf, a lamb facing a lion. His head was exploding. The urge to take you raw, to feel your walls squeeze him up perfectly, skin to skin, was immense. But instead he knew what to do. You had already risked too much up until now. The least he could do was using those weird devices he had read about and purchased at the local pharmacy. Shameless, because a man as attractive as him would have not had any problems in going up to a pharmacist and asking for the best condoms around.

You cried out, when his fingers pumped in and out of you a few more times, before he pulled them out and raised on his knees. Automatically, you removed your panties, kicking them off and following his hand reaching for the drawer in the nightstand and opening it. The moment you saw the silver packaging, you quirked your eyebrows up in curiosity “A condom?”.

“Is it not of your likings?”.

You shrugged “Of course, it is. I mean, I told you I am under birth control, but it is… Very considerate of you to wear them” you noted, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it down his cock. His trourses, now resting around his ankles along his boxers, were hastily discarded on the floor and he was all over you in a matter of seconds.

“I’m not considerate. — he flatly said, gripping your hips and spreading your thighs — Just clean”.

You chuckled at that, only to gasp when the tip of his cock teased your dripping core. You wrapped your legs on his lower back, hands cupping his cheeks to brace for the breach. The moment his shaft entered you, he let out a shuddery breath. His body was on fire, as if he was made of lava, and you began to ask yourself if he was running a fever and the hollow-like eyes were somehow linked to that condition. Yet, the moment he pushed in, stretching you open for him inch by painful inch, you yielded. Your shallow breaths were swallowed by his lips, hands drawing soothing circles over your thighs, hooking below them the moment he bottomed out. You sqealed when he lifted your legs, positioning them on the top of his shoulders.

If he was not good for you, why did he make you feel so alive?

“Are you still with me?” he asked you lowly, drawing his hips back before slamming back into you.

You moaned loudly at the sensation of his cock rubbing your velvety walls, the feeling pushing you to the brink of bliss thrust after thrust.

“Yeah, I’m still with you…” you replied, his lips grazing the inside of your ankle as he set up a firm but steady pace, drawing sinful whimpers and curses out of your mouths. He was struggling not to devour you, every damn time you tightened around him.

It came natural to you grazing the outline of his abs with your fingertips, chiseled muscles tensed, as he flinched. Fuck. He was really touch-starved then, so much that he snatched your hand off of his chest and unexpectedly pressed it up against his cheek, holding your palm against his face in tandem with the moment he increased the pace of his thrusts.

“Sosuke!” you called out his name, eyes rolling in the back of your skull, when your g-spot got overstimulated. But you held the eye-contact, stubborn, greedy for his touch, attention and all you saw in his dilated pupils was avarice and … Adoration.

“Damn you” he uttered, lips claiming yours in need before you finally reached your climax and he followed suit in a matter of seconds.

In the silence of the aftermath, he rolled off of you and removed the condom to toss it carelessly into the bin. You were naked, panting, full of a warm sensation in your heart you knew meant no good. You should have not got attached to him, but how could you not when he was the only one who had ever looked at you as if you mattered too? You tiredly stretched, throwing your elbow over your eyes, as the bed dipped under his weight again.

“I will leave in a second, don’t worry… You wrecked me” you whispered, humming softly, as you tried to roll off of the bed.

Your feet did not even touch the floor, when you felt an arm loop around your waist and pull you down among the blankets again. Your heart leapt in your chest, as you found yourself surrounded by his arms. He did not ask you to stay, he did not say anything else, instead he held you close to him and provided you the warmth he had denied you until that day.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! For the love of God, what is going on with me? Another update in a matter of days? Ah-ah-ah, nevermind! I’m hopefully making up for my absence. Finally, some quality time between Sosuke and the reader. I love writing Sosuke learning emotions… And putting him in human-coded situations :). Like, I will come up with a way to drag him somewhere and being forced to interact with them. Maybe Isshin and the gang, hihihi.

Love,

Luce

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[villainsrtasty]

Confession time. Kinkiest thing I would do with Aizen is probably semi public sex in like an airport or something while he’s doing everything to make sure I don’t scream at all, trying to keep me quiet as it were so we don’t get caught.

Smut nsfw

Aizen is very considerate when he stuffs his two fingers in your mouth to muffle out the moans while he thrusts his cock into you from behind. Your moans are not much of a concern. The risk lies in the loud wet sounds your pussy makes with each propelling thrust. His cock squirts out more of those wet juices and makes it extra squelchy. You are wearing a lingerie set you were suppose to try on in the fitting room and you invited him in to do a fit check. Well he sure did a fit check with his cock. The fitting room is closed off by those thick curtains for privacy but atleast the curtains touch the floor so no one can see the rhythmic movements of the feet. He pinches your nipples through the lace fabric and has you cumming all over his cock. He follows behind, filling you up with his thick cream. He tucks his cock back inside and helps you get dressed with his seed still dripping inside your panties. The lingerie gets a stamp of approval from his cock.

Next stop: the gym showers.

[my-my-my]

Might Like You Better (if we slept together)

This was my first ever Aizen-smut that I never posted on tumblr!! I don't know what I was thinking back then, but damn. Anyways, here you go!

Summary: You never thought Aizen Sousuke was a jealous man. He was kind, thoughtful and patient. Until he sees you waving goodbye to Urahara Kisuke. Seething with anger, Aizen makes sure to remain as your favourite patron above everyone else.

CW: Reader is a sex worker. Rough sex, Aizen is jealous. Kisuke kinda sucks in bed.

Word count: 1766

Read on AO3.

From the moment he stepped into your room, you sensed Aizen was in a foul mood. His posture was starker than usual, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips tight. His lieutenant uniform was intact though, his glasses as clear as the night sky, but he didn’t say a word. He placed his sword in the corner of the room and sat across from you.

It wasn’t often that Aizen sought out your services. You knew he was a busy man, so it was always a very rare treat to see him. When he had an itch to scratch, he would always end up in  your room, at the brothel house outside of Sereitei.

You had prepped his favourite kind of green tea, and the not-so-sweet delicacies he preferred to eat with them. You wore one of the kimonos he gifted you. A light green, silk kimono with white and pale blue floral motifs fluttering at the bottom hem. You weren’t an oiran just a simple yujo who had to survive in Rukongai. With no spiritual pressure of your own, you found yourself drawn to this particular brothel.

When you first found it, you saw Shinigami entering and exiting, some of them captains, as well as a few civilians.

If this is a place for Shinigami you thought, then maybe I can be safe here.

Meeting Aizen was a chance encounter. One night, you had presented yourself on the veranda of the house, as with many of your colleagues, dressed in beautiful kimonos and adornments. Your colleagues were waving and cheering to crowds of Shinigami soldiers, and slowly each one would leave the veranda until a few of you remained.

You noticed the bespectacled man right away, walking alone, with his lieutenant badge securely tied on his upper arm, his emerald-hilted sword fastened tight against his hip. Was he doing patrol rounds?

He seemed deep in thought, until he turned his head and stared right at you.

The abruptness startled you, but keeping your composure, you softly smiled and waved at him. The lights of the house casted a glare against his glasses, forever leaving you unsure of what his expression was that night, but he made his way inside.

The “mother” of the house explained the rules to Aizen for Shinigami patrons, as you patiently waited in the corridor to escort him to your room. His voice was deep and gentle, he had a small smile across his face as he spoke to your boss. You saw him place enough money for a 2-hour session, more than enough time, or so you thought.

And it wasn’t enough – Aizen wasn’t your typical Shinigami patron. He talked to you, asked you about your living situation, he listened. It felt like a change of pace compared to the others. He asked for tea, as the two of you talked about seemingly innocuous topics about life in Rukongai.

Once his two hours were up, he bid you farewell, but said he would come back.

“I enjoyed our conversation. It’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t worried about their rank or position, but still holds curiosity about the world.”

His visits were rare, but each visit lasted longer and longer. Eventually he would soon book a whole night for you. He would teach you calligraphy, history of the world of the living, the structure of soul society. There were so many things you didn’t know, but he had an answer to everything.

Most of your patrons were lower-level, unseated Shinigami, who just wanted a massage, a blowjob and maybe a quick fuck and be done, but Aizen was different.

He wanted to know what made you tick, and what made you scream.

And while he took note of your moods, the way your body reacted to him, you also paid close attention to him.

Which is why tonight felt off.

“Sosuke-sama, how are you tonight?”

Aizen swirled the cup of green tea around gently, “fine.” He replied curtly.

“Is the tea not to your liking? I can brew another blend if you prefer.”

“The tea is fine.”  He stared right at you, his glasses always caught a glare from the light, leaving you with another expression from him that you couldn’t read.

“Oh, would you want a meal then? I wasn’t sure if you would prefer a meal or some snacks tonight, but it’s quite late and I know how you—”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted you, which was a first. The man was so patient with you, letting you ramble and rant on and on, yet paying rapt attention to every word you said. His callous attitude shocked you.

“I’m sorry Sosuke-sama, I didn’t mean to offend—”

“How long have you been seeing him?” He asked. His voice was cold, yet even. As if he was reporting the number of papers that needed to be signed to his captain.

“Him?” You thought, was Aizen talking about the patron he saw you wave goodbye at, as he entered? “Oh you mean Urahara-san?”

“Yes, him.” He seethed.

This… was a first.

“Well, not very often. Like you, his visits are rare.” you answered honestly, was he jealous? “Are you acquainted with Urahara-san, Sosuke-sama?”

“I suppose you could say that. We were classmates once and are part of the Gotei in differing capacities now.” He answered, taking a sip of his tea.

“I see.” You said, rearranging the plates of snacks around.

“Do you like him?” Aizen asked, again, you couldn’t read his expression.

“Like him? Well, I suppose so.”

Aizen’s brows furrowed even more.

“But I like you more.” You said softly, a blush spreading across your face.

“Oh? And why is that.” Aizen asked, taking another sip.

Aizen presence started to make you feel small, as if you were being inspected.

Although you knew Aizen to be a kind man, he was also clever, you had to be careful with your words.

“Well, for one, he doesn’t take the time to explain things to me like you do!” You giggled, “he always rambles about his ideas, or complains about Shihouin-sama’s attendant.”

“He also isn’t as thoughtful as you are, Sosuke-sama. He’s never given me a gift before, you’ve given me several.”

“So you like me because of the gifts?” He asked in a matter-of-factly tone.

“No!” You shouted. You didn’t want him to think you only liked him in a materialistic sense, “you’ve always been patient with me.”

You crawled your way to him, climbing into his lap, “and he doesn’t know what I like”. You felt how tense his body was, so you placed a gentle kiss on his neck. His body stiffened even more.

“He doesn’t make you feel good?” Aizen asked, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

“No, and to be honest” you gasped as Aizen sucked harshly on your neck, with a loud popping sound once he let go, “I don’t even think he thinks of me when I please him”.

“That does sound terrible.” Aizen smirked, looking at your flushed face. “Do you think of him when he tries to please you?”

You were surprised at his question, but again, you wanted to be honest with him, so you gave it some thought.

“… To be honest with you Sosuke-sama, I don’t.” You murmured, “I think of you.”

Aizen gave a menacing grin at you, taking off his glasses. You felt a bit of fear but your stomach fluttered. You had hoped that the mood changed for the better.

He began loosening your robes, pulling at the silk until you were bare against him. You did the same with his uniform, leaving his hard body under yours.

Aizen pushed you to the ground as he gave a deep kiss, spreading your legs around him.

“So when he kisses you, you think of me?” Aizen nipped at your earlobe.

“Yes, Sosuke-sama” you whispered.

“And when he plays with your beautiful body” Aizen pinched your nipples, and lapped the harden nubs into his mouth, “you think of me?” He asked again.

You could only mewl in agreement.

“Use your words, my dove.” Aizen said, gripping your face in his hand.

“Yes, Sosuke-sama.” You whined at him, watching his other hand travel further down your body. One long finger entered you, with another following. His thumb intently rubbing against your clit. Your legs started to shake as you felt your orgasm nearing closer, but he pulled his hand away.

Aizen smirked down at you, watching you pant and quiver from being denied an orgasm. “Please Sosuke-sama, please let me cum!” You cried. He flicked your clit and lowered his head down, lapping at your tender bundle of nerves. Your hands reached down into his thick chocolate-coloured hair, gripping it as you rode his face to an intense orgasm that flooded through your body.

He grinned, your juices smeared across his lips, shining in the light. He lined up his cock at your entrance, rubbing up and down your pussy and letting the head of his cock rub against your sensitive clit. Another moan escaped from your lips as he kept teasing you. Aizen wasn’t gentle tonight - he roughly pushed himself into you, snapping his hips forward at an unrelenting pace.

The wet sounds of your fucking echoed across the room, mingled with your moans and screams. Aizen focused on getting you off, rubbing your clit and ripping orgasm and orgasm after you.

Your body began to feel sore, and you knew you’d be in pain tomorrow, but “Sosuke-sama you feel so good” you babbled at him.

“Better than him?” Aizen said, chuckling at the sight of drool dripping from your mouth.

“Always better than him” you shrieked. As you felt your body bounce against Aizen’s cock. You felt another orgasm reach you. Aizen’s pace started to feel sloppy, and you knew he was at his limit as well. He let out a low moan as he pulled out and came all over your sopping wet pussy.

You pulled Aizen towards you, getting him to lie down next to you. You kissed everywhere across his face, as if you were apologizing for what happened earlier.

“Rest,” Aizen whispered your name gently, draping a blanket over you. “The night is still young,” he murmured, his deep voice calming you.

“Yes, sir” you nodded softly, looking into his dark brown eyes. They held a look of gentleness, but then you saw a flash of possessiveness.

“And by tomorrow, you will wish to serve only me.” He chuckled, pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t help but moan at the thought.

Gosh, I can't believe this was my first smut fic!! Crazy times. This was posted originally on ao3 in 2022. I still don't know why I didn't post it on tumblr?!?! Some of life's mysteries I suppose.

Anyways, thank you all for reading!!