#aizen x reader

[princessimotep]

When the fic describes the fat schlong you're about to take

[arabella0001]

Bleach men eating you out

Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki, Byakuya Kuchiki, Renji Abarai, Uryuu Ishida, Tōshirō Hitsugaya

Part 1: Urahara Kisuke, Aizen Sosuke, Kenpachi Zaraki, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Shunsui Kyōraku

Part 3: Shinji, Gin, Ukitake, Starrk

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

Ichigo

He isn’t the best at it, but he sure puts all his heart into it—kissing and licking without stopping, making you moan shamelessly without letting you catch a breath.

“I-Ichigo—“ You moan, your voice barely audible.

“Mm?” He stops for a second, looking up at you, his face covered in your wetness, his eyes adoring. Ichigo’s hands press against your legs, keeping you still as he touches your pussy with purposeful intent.

“P-Please… Please make me…”

“Of course, [Name].” He dives back in, licking you all the way down “I got you.” His tongue flickering against your pussy more rapidly until you reach your orgasm.

Byakuya

Byakuya is the type of man who takes his time, making every touch feel planned, determined, every kiss a slow-burning tease. His lips trace a path over your body, his voice smooth like a calming breeze. “My beautiful woman…”

His tongue moves with calculated precision, worshipping you, relishing each second. In the stillness of the morning, he whispers praises you’d never expect from a man like him. “You taste so good, my love.”

Your mind crumbles under the weight of his words, his mouth working you over with unshaken focus. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied.” He murmurs, and you know he means it.

Tōshirō

He takes pleasuring you very seriously—focused, precise, determined to be the best for you.

“Do you like it like that, [Name]?” He asks between kisses, slurping against your cunt, teasing your clit with each flick of his tongue. “Right there?”

Before you can answer, he dives in deeper, his tongue pressing into you while circling your clit with his thumb in a way that has your body trembling.

“T-Tōshirō, baby… F-fuck—”

He doesn’t let up. His fingers start thrusting into your pussy, moving fast and his mouth relentless. Your legs try to clamp around his head, but he pushes them apart, refusing to stop until you melt all over his mouth, his abs—anywhere you want.

Renji

Renji is the type of man who researches before trying something new—and he always wants to try things with you. His goal? To leave you shaking after every experiment.

“Renji, c-can you…”

“Wait a second, [Name]…” His brows furrow. “So…I should lick like this?” He glances at his phone, then leans in and drags his tongue over your cunt. But when he looks up—sees your parted lips, the way your chest rises and falls, the absolute wrecked expression on your face—everything stops.

“Shit… Sorry, baby.” And then he’s all in, no more overthinking, just feeling—the way you tremble under him, the way you fall apart so easily when he does it the way you like.

Ishida

He catches you by surprise when he does it—kissing everywhere, collarbone, chest, belly—before slowly kneeling in front of you.

“Ishida?”

“Shhh.” His fingers part your folds as he adds. “Be still.” His tongue flicking against your throbbing pussy while his piercing gaze locks onto yours.

“Oh my—”  The intensity is overwhelming, a sharp contrast to his usual composed self. His dominant nature remains, even when he’s the one on his knees.

[villainsrtasty]

Type of thruster

nsfw.

Grimmjow: Sloppy and fast. Always in a rush and in a rut. He can't help it— your pussy so good, the warmth melts his cock. He always on a mission to breed you regardless the phase of your cycle.

Shunsui: Passionate and slow, making sure you feel his entire length inside with each thrust, giving you a chance to squeeze around him and let that tip kiss your cervix.

Kenpachi: Hard and forceful. Drilling you like he drilling for water. Pulling all the way out and slamming back in, his reiastu dripping with his precum. Brace yourself.

Aizen: Slow, controlled and confident. Hips move at a passionate pace but also sending you closer and closer to the edge, never granting you a complete release until you beg.

Szayel: Measured and monitored. You are hooked up to a monitor while he delivers calculated thrusts, one hand resting under his chin as he glances at the numbers that flash before him on the screen. Angle and depth always depends on the data he receives.

Shinji: Nah. You thrust into him. He just sits and watches his doll grind on his dick. Dancing your hips and pleasing your clit to the music that plays on the vintage record player.

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~ DOMINATE MEN

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~ AIZEN SOSUKE

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[kurokawaia]

DAY TWENTY THREE - BABY TRAPPING 彡 Aizen Sosuke

WARNINGS :: x fem reader, afab, yandere, coercion, manipulation, baby trapping, no protection, missionary, fingering, cervix kissing, NC cumming inside, + more

| WC :: 2.8k+ | MDNI | 18+ | kinkmas m.list

You knew about Aizen, what he wanted to achieve-you were the only person he had told apart from three others. You were going to go ahead and help him make this dream a reality. To be in the company of Aizen was to be with a God-the level of control he had, it scared you, couldn't tell if you felt safe too. He's always there to protect you, keeps you hidden away so you can't get hurt. Still, something has always been a bit off about him; you noticed it, how his eyes would follow your every move, every breath. It started innocently enough with Aizen as a perfect gentleman, never forcing and yet giving you just enough space to feel independent. Subtle changes began to happen over time. "Are you going out again?" Aizen's voice came out soft, he is masking his disapproval, he's waiting for the right moment to force you to stay with him. You lifted your gaze from the mirror in front of you and finished styling out your hair. "Just for a little while. Soon I will be back." His eyes stayed on you a moment, his smile false as he stared at you. "I worry about you," he said, moving in behind you and setting his hands on your shoulders before trailing off down to your hands. "The world is a dangerous place, and I'm not always going to be here to protect you. You're only a healer, you can't do much, my love." Comforting, even, his words were sweet. You think. A lump, tense feeling began to grow in your stomach but you laughed it off, brushing his hands with a soft touch. "I'll be fine, Sosuke! I can take care of myself." But the seed had been sown. Over weeks, he came further into your life, and what you used to decide for yourself would, it seemed henceforth, have first to pass through him. And he keeps reminding you so often with a soft chuckle that he wants nothing but the best for you. "You know, you need to take more rest," Aizen said to you one night while doing reports. He leaned over you with his hand tucked in the back of your nemaki, drawing circles, almost to sooth you. "All this stress isn't good for your health." You faltered, words caught in your throat. "I need to finish this." "You don't," he returned smoothly. His fingers closed over your shoulder, tightening just a fraction. "What you need is to unwind. I don't like seeing you overexerting yourself." Before he could object further, he leaned forward and rolled the scroll shut before taking it in his hands. "I'll take care of everything," he whispered. "Just trust me." At first, it was very easy to confuse his overprotectiveness with care. He was attentive, loving in his own peculiar way. Before long, the control started to become more evident with each passing day. 

He never raised his voice nor did he yell. He didn't have to. His words had been enough to lead you to wherever he wanted you to go. And they were so gradual besides, too slight, almost imperceptible. He started taking you away from your friends, from your captain, your lieutenant, subtly making you feel they were not people you should trust. "They don't understand you the way I do," he'd say stroking your hair as you lay in his arms. "They'll only hold you back." And when you fell, he'd lift your chin so it faced his eyes, the skin of your forehead grazing his lips in a feather-soft touch. "I only want what's best for you." You had begun to lean on him, questioning your choices, and if indeed you really knew what was best for you. Then you went to Aizen to see if it was okay-the things you were doing. Aizen had this way of speaking, as though he was the only one who knew you. Lying beside him in bed, as night fell, you said what was pent up inside your mind, "Aizen, am I the only one who thinks this all went a bit too fast? I feel like... I'm losing myself." His response was immediate. "You aren't losing yourself, my love, you're finding who you're really supposed to be. With me, you don't have to worry about a thing. Always, I will take care of you," he says with a softness, but his words are like honey. Still, with those words somehow, it sent shivers down your spine. That was when the future conversations started, light at first, talks about what life could be if you stayed together. A house, peaceful life, children. "You'd make a great mother," he said one afternoon as his eyes latched onto yours. "Can't you imagine building a life with me?" Your heart had skipped a beat, but there was a growing discomfort. "Perhaps someday, but I don't know if I'm ready for that as yet." Aizen didn't press the issue then, but the subject kept coming up. He'd casually touch your belly, remark on how ideal it would be to have a family, how complete your bond would be if you were tied together in every possible way. "It's natural to be wary," Aizen told you one evening while you sat before the fireplace. His hand lay limply on your thigh, his thumb tracing soft patterns. "But do think about it. A child would only strengthen our love. We'd be forever bound." You laughed a little nervously and brushed the suggestion aside. "That's a big step, Aizen. I'm just not sure I'm ready." He smiled gently, his eyes concealing something, something that you don't notice. "You will see, in time, it is the best thing that can happen to us." You didn't know that in his mind, a decision was already made.

Aizen and you have had sex multiple times, so it isn't a rare occurrence for the two of you to have sex at least once a day, at the least, it would be once every two days. But, Aizen makes sure to leave you every night, making sure that you are so fucked out due to pleasure that you forget to notice particular things. 

Specifically, something that is about to happen tonight. 

Your arms are pinned above your head, as Aizen's fingers experimentally push past your slick folds, his fingers pressing past your clit, and a surge of pleasure courses through you, leaving you breathless and desperate for more.

 A moan left your mouth as your back arched to his touch. Your reaction made Aizen press down slightly more, and your legs squeezed around his waist, moans stringing out your mouth.

You felt his fingers slide down, and he found your seeping hols drenched with arousal. A finger slowly slid inside your heat, a whimper leaving your mouth. "Does this feel good?" Aizen asked, and you nodded frantically.

"F-Fuck... feels so good, Sosuke," you whimpered as he started to slowly pump in and out your soaked walls.

"Really?" He asked and you moaned as he inserted another finger into your walls.

Overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and intensity, it leaves you unable to hold back your moans. You lean your lips against his shoulder, muffling those sounds that burst from deep inside you. His fingers delve deep inside your core, firing a flame that engulfs every thought. Every movement, every curl sends shockwaves of pleasure across your body.

You let go and surrender to his intoxicating rhythm of touches. The junction of his skilled fingers with the intensity of our connection cossets you closer to the edge and teetering on the precipice of release. It was just a pure moment of bliss, where time seemed to stand still, filled completely with an overwhelming pleasure that coursed through the veins.

With Aizen's fingers pumping in and out of your seeping hole relentlessly, there was a familiar tightness growing in your lower abdomen, and pleasure that had tightened inside your stomach. You wrap your shaking legs around him, trying to hold on to him as the pleasure overflows. Anticipation ripples your body, reacting to every single one of his touches and movements.

You chant his name into his neck as praises leave your mouth, your voice filled with desire and need. The tears welling in your eyes are not from pain but from the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume you whole.

At your pleading, sucks the skin around your neck once more, groaning against your neck, his voice husky with desire. His thumb starts pressing your clit with its fleshy pad, another layer added onto the sensations that are already so intense. The touch is electrifying, your back arches in response.

"Please, Sosuke," you sob. "I need to..."

"Let your body take over for you, you want this and I've got you," Aizen reassured, intertwining your mouths together, his mouth swallowing the moans that slipped out your mouth.

Waves of ecstasy wash over you, leaving your legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the sensations. He slips his fingers from your hole and you continue to tremble from the aftermath of the orgasm. You managed to release myself from Aizen's neck and move away from his hold.

"Feeling alright?" Aizen asks cupping my cheeks.

"...yeah..." you breath out slowly while looking into his eyes. Aizen makes you feel so good, all the time, always focusing n your own pleasure, it's like he's trying to win you over for something, to distract you from something-

"There is more coming," Aizen said slowly, his brown eyes piercing into your own and they widened.

"More?" you tease, "What possibly could you give me more of?"

"So much, my love," Aizen hums. "Just let yourself loose, don't focus on anything, just on the pleasure I will give."

He delicately bites the shell of your ear making you let out a quiet whimper. you could feel him smile against your ear at your reaction. Aizen's touch caused you to dig your nails slightly into his chest leaving light crescent marks causing more deep exhales of breaths to get caught in your ear.

Aizen moved his head and his body suddenly firmly pressed against yours and you whimpered at the feeling of his dick pressing up agasint your stomach. His lips mingled with yours his minty taste and smell overflowed your senses making it a complete euphoria for you. you cupped the back of his neck to create a deeper angle for him to go explore deeper into your mouth with our tongues continuing to entangle with each other.

Aizen groans into your mouth, the hand that was trailing down your thigh moved swiftly back to your waist and the other intertwined with your hair at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him. you let out breathy sighs into him as your own hand interlaced with his chocolte and your other wrapped around behind his neck.

His other hand moved its way down to tightly lift your thigh up which made his body mould closer to mine making you feel his dick press up against your soaked core. The kiss slows down and turns soft and almost desperate it's as if he wants to take his time with you, savouring every inch of your taste, to take his sweet time to memorise you.

"Look at you," he teases. "Trembling under my touch."

Aizen pants against your lips and you didn't have time to reply as he pressed them against you once more. "Please," I whimper out.

"Hmm?"

"I want you...." you mumble. "Stop teasing me."

Aizen kissing your forehead like you were a child who listened to their parent. "Good girl."

He presses his lips against mine to take your mind off. you feel a hard tip get lubricated at your entrance making your back arch into him as you let out a strangled moan of pleasure into his mouth. He continues to push further into you making your eyebrows furrow together in pain but the pleasure is still overwhelming your senses making tears prick at your eyes.

"Oh, you feel so good," Aizen whimpers into your neck. "You're so perfect."

You moan. The feeling of pure ecstasy of him fully entered you, the pain gone.

You feel his dick scraping across your plush walls in all the right places as he slowly exited your cunt, but not fully. Your moans and whimpers get swallowed by each other. you feel his thrusts speed up and you moan in response, your walls clenching around him causing the grip Aizen held on your thigh and waist to tighten.

The coil in your stomach getting tighter and your moans slightly became higher. Aizen continued to groan into your neck after he pulled away from the heated kiss.

"You make- me feel so goo- d," you say moaning throughout your sentence, "Feels so good-" you felt the coil in your stomach snap as your back arched painfully into Aizen's bare chest causing Aizen to groan and his arms moved to wrap tightly around you.

You arched your back heavily, able at last to sink further into his embrace. Aizen leaned over, drawing you near to him and initiating a messy, moist kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting out grunts as he absorbed your sounds of pleasure. 

Effectively distracting you as he cums half in your cunt and the rest all over your stomach. He mimics that he's pulled out when in reality, he's got you filled with his seed, ready for you to bare his child.

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 Aizen watched you from his chair.. "You're shaking, dear. What's going through your mind?" His voice was smooth, treacherous in a way that completely made it impossible for you to feel anything but relaxed and on edge all at once.

"I-I just don't understand...," you stammered, your hand falling to rest on your stomach, that for the last couple of weeks had started to show the signs of the life growing inside you. "How could this have happened? We were careful..."

Aizen chuckled low in his throat. "Oh, my love. Did you truly think I would leave something so important to chance? This was always a part of the plan."

You froze, your mind racing. "Wha... what do you mean?"

He stood, moving towards you with the grace of a predator stalking his prey. His hand cupped your cheek as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "I made it happen. I want you bound to me in every way possible. You're mine now-mind, body, and soul."

It swept over you, you realise everything now. Every sweet word, every tender touch, was all an act to trap you. And in one swell, tears began to well within your eyes, but a gentle smiling Aizen wiped them away.

"There is no reason to cry, dear, this is for the best. Now you shall never leave me. You shall carry my child, and we will be bound together, forever." His lips pressed against your forehead. Your breath hitched as his hand slipped into your stomach. How had you not seen this all along? All those nights he had held you close, whispering sweet promises to your ear-all part of his carefully designed trap. He straightened, watching your. "You're too precious to let slip away. You see that, don't you?" His fingers brushed your skin. "You planned this," I whispered, more for my benefit than his. "You wanted this all along..."

Aizen smiled. "Of course. You really didn't think I'd leave a thing like that to chance, did you? I have always had a vision for us-a future wherein you would be mine-completely." You took another step backward, feeling the beating of your heart within your chest, but there was nowhere to go. "What if I don't want it?" you whispered almost soundlessly. "You are emotional now. Understandably so. But time will let you see this as precisely what you need." His voice was coaxing, speaking as he would to a frightened child. You shook your head, fighting down the panic rising into your throat. "I don't want to be trapped like this, Aizen. You can't just take away my choices." Aizen's hand rose to your chin, the pad of his thumb tipping your face upwards, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Oh my love, I have not taken anything from you. I've simply... ensured that we shall never again be parted. Is it not what you wanted, deep down?" "I... I don't know," you said, voice shaking. "Shhh," Aizen cooed, pressing a strand of hair behind your ear. "You are overwhelmed now. But in time, you shall see: our child will bind us together, and you shall understand that was the only way. You shall thank me for protecting our future. "Why?" one finally asked, barely above a whisper. "Why go to such an extent? Aizen's smile pulled taut over his lips, never quite reaching his eyes. "Because I love you. And when I love someone, I make sure they can never leave me." Aizen leaned down until his lips brushed against your ear. "There's no escape, my dear. Not now, not ever."

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Obsessed! Sōsuke Aizen x Reader 🔞

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He never meant to leave you behind. That much, he convinced himself of. When Sōsuke Aizen turned his back on the Soul Society, when he abandoned all the familiar corridors and ancient rules of Seireitei, it was strategy. Power. Ascension. You were the only variable he didn’t account for—an ember he expected to extinguish with time, only to find it glowing brighter in the deepest recesses of his mind.

He thought of you often. Every day, in fact. At first, in idle passing, your voice when you scolded him for staying up too late, your eyes narrowing whenever he made a comment too smooth to be innocent. But soon, the recollections became consuming. Your laughter haunted the silence of Hueco Mundo. Your scent lingered in phantom moments. And at night, when solitude pressed upon his mind like a curse, Aizen would sit alone in his throne, eyes half-lidded, hand wrapped tightly around the painfully hard member sitting between his legs— breathless and murmuring your name like a sacred mantra.

He sent Ulquiorra to watch you. Of all the Espada, he trusted him to be emotionless, clinical. He didn’t want your life disturbed, only documented. What you wore. Who you smiled at. Who you visited. How often you laughed. And when the Fourth returned one day with a quiet, “there’s another man present,” Aizen didn’t blink. He didn’t speak. But the temperature in Las Noches plummeted, and the throne room fell into silence. His knuckles went white around the armrest. That night, he didn’t touch himself. He couldn’t. The thought of someone else having your smile, your time, your body, it was blasphemy.

So he sent Ulquiorra one last time. Not to watch. To seize. “Do not harm her,” he said, voice low and calm, but filled with a promise of torment should that order be disobeyed. And when you awakened, dazed in the sterile white void of Hueco Mundo, he stood waiting—still pristine, still polished—but something in his gaze was… fractured.

You didn’t run to him. You didn’t even speak. You just looked at him distain—like all the warmth you once held for him had rotted into something bitter. “You betrayed us,” you said, your voice steady. “You betrayed me.” That was your answer. And it destroyed him.

But Aizen didn’t falter, at least not fully. Not in front of the Espada, not in front of Gin and Tosen. He remained composed, commanding, ever the god ascending. But when it was just you… when the doors closed and you stood across the room refusing to flinch under his gaze… he shattered. Not visibly, not yet. “I think of you,” he whispered, walking closer. “I thought of you every day. I touched myself to the thought of you—every inch of you, every sound you make.” And then, impossibly, he sank to his knees before you, his emotions no longer an abstract concept. They spilled from him, heavy and undeniable.

“Lie if you must— say it, even if you hate me. Say you belong to me, say it was always me.”

Your silence was the cruelest cut. So he rose again, and this time, his voice turned velvet— dangerous and irresistible. “You will,” he said. “You will remember how it felt to be mine.”

He didn’t need Kyōka Suigetsu to manipulate you. No illusions. No lies. He would give you the truth instead. Every fevered thought, every unspoken craving—he would pour them into you. His lips would find yours with the precision of a man who’d memorized exactly what you craved, drinking in your breath like it belonged to him. His hands, used for control and conquest, now trembled as they traced the curves he worships. He would take his time, relearning your body like scripture, whispering your name against your skin as though it could summon the past. And when you trembled beneath him, when your voice cracked in that familiar way, he would take you—over and over—until your body surrendered underneath him, until it betrayed you, until it remembered the man your mind swore it forgot. He wouldn’t stop until your walls broke, moaning for him to consume you, until desire eclipsed reason and all that remained was the truth: you were always his.

Because Sōsuke Aizen does not yearn often. But when he does, it is absolute. And he only ever yearns for you.

Just a little more guilty pleasure until i finish the kissing game for my bleach boys <3

[muzansfangs]

Hiii! Muken Aizen smut? Like a short one shot please? I love your writing style! Take care of yourself please as well💐

The cut that always bleeds.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to Kyataku Shunsui;

Format: drabble;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, power imbalance, creampie, marking the partner, undefined relationship, kind of manipulative Aizen, breeding kink, unprotected sex, conflicting feelings, TYBW timeline, toxic dynamics, affair, they are both touch-starved;

Plot: When the World is tumbling down, doomed to perish, you are the only one who could save it. The question is: are you ready to give yourself back to the very person that tore your poor heart to pieces not too long ago?

“You could have asked for anything”.

Sosuke’s hand raked down your back, fingertips tracing your spine slowly, leaving goosebumps on their wake. His eye did not betray any human emotion, albeit you could feel his heartrate increase beneath the palm of your hand, splayed over his sternum for balance, or to feel him closer to you. He was surprisingly warm.

Sosuke’s lips met yours briefly, tentatively, as the head of his cock probed at your dripping entrance. The breathy moan erupting from your throat clearly pleased him, for he indulged you into a sweeter kiss. The uncharacteristic forms of affection he had never reserved you were ensnaring your senses. Maybe, through the years of isolation, he had learnt new insidious techniques to control your mind.

“I could have, you are right. — he stated, watching the way your nose scrunched up, when his shaft claimed back the sacred place he once, naively, had thought could be his salvation, or downfall — But there is absolutely nothing the world can offer that I cannot reach”.

You clung onto him, fingers digging in his robes, as you lifted your hips enough to rotate them, to welcome him back inside of you, to make love to the very man you had almost crossed your lines for. The man who had stole the best part of you, the virtuous and kind piece of your heart that you had foolishly donated to the wrong man and that now belonged to him and him alone. Undeservingly so.

No, he had not robbed you of your light. You had deliberately given up on it willingly. Blaming him was just easier for you.

You knew exactly what he meant by that. Voicing the unspeakable, on the other hand, was too painful and you were a coward. Wallowing with your pain in the darkness, perched on his lap like he had demanded, you told yourself was the right sacrifice to make to save the World. You could have never refused such a request. The cry of help from the Soul Society, your second home.

As Sosuke’s hand slided behind the nape of your neck, fingers threading through your hair and tangling them with your strands to yank your head back, you closed your eyes. Memories of the nights of passion spent among the sheets of that man, of the nights crying in your own bed, alone, remorses and regrets lulling you to sleep, played on repeat behind your eyelids.

Then you saw it. You saw Shunsui’s face, when he came knocking to your door, and his perpetually saddened grey eyes pleading you to consider turning yourself into the lamb to slaughter for a greater purpose.

You. Aizen Sosuke wanted you. Just you. For you he would have let the world burn.

Sosuke’s teeth gripped the side of your neck, carving its mark on you as he thrusted his hips upwards. Guttural sounds and groans filled the air, as your inner walls clamped around his cock. You had missed him. You had craved feeling lost in his arms again, the feeling of being high without smoking a joint, or chugging down a bottle of wine alone. He was your addiction. Your bad habit.

You whined, breath uneven, as he held you close to his body “Why?”.

“You know why”.

“You torture me, you hurt me repeatedly”.

Sosuke scoffed, nosing your cheek amiably “Me? Hurting you? You know I adore you. — he chastised you, cock twitching inside you as you neared your orgasm with each drag of his member against your sensitive core — And you know you are the only thing I cannot truly have”.

It felt like reaching the peak of a mountain and finding out it was a volcano, before helplessly falling into its crater. Aizen Sosuke was your torment, but also the only person in the whole world who could promenade of truly knowing you. And, oh dear, how frustrating it was you had shut him out of your life. How could you do that to him?

He could have asked for freedom. He could have let you all die together. Yet, he had been compliant enough to agree on coming to your aid on one condition. You, he wanted to have you one last time. Nothing else. He was consumed by the unbridled desire to fill you up, to spurt his semen in your womb, hopefully to complete a task he had not had time to accomplish.

Who knew? Playing russian roulette could be entertaining in dark times.

“Tell me that you missed me. Come on, confess your sin, confess to me that you still desire me” he hissed against the shell of your ear, your whimpers resonating in the bottomless pit of darkness enveloping you.

You gritted your teeth, hands clutching at his vest like a rabid dog, your lower lip swollen from the bites and pressure of both yours and his teeth. You had missed him immensely, catastrophically. But you were far from admitting to anyone, especially him, how much power he still held over you. Sosuke had slapped some shackles around your wrists you could not remove. How badly you wished to set him free, but he would have never tossed the keys to you. You were his spider in a cage, his possession.

You choked out another moan, back arching when you ultimately reached your climax. Your juices gushed out of you, meeting his sloppy thrusts, as he held you up above him, hands sustaining your back as his mouth dragged along your midriff, leaving wet kisses on your skin.

“I can’t miss you, Sosuke. — you exhaled, his thumbs grazing your ribs, gripping your hips harshly to impale you onto him — Maybe if you were a better man…” you meekly dared to say, shuddering as he finally released into you, holding your frame in a bonebreaking embrace he had no intention to let you go from.

There was no escape from him. He was your curse.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back from the hug, eye zeroing on your disheveled face, the gleam in his chestnut hue oozed satisfaction and, probably, an ounce of malancholy from the good old days spent in wrecking you just like he had done today.

“Go now. Tell Kyoraku I am ready” he commanded, watching you, abashed from what had happened, were sheepishly hopping down from his lap and limping around to collect your clothes. You did not bother uttering a response. Not when he had effortlessly taken back his place in your heart. You felt miserably in love with him, with your devil.

And you wished he had not spoken again, for when you had turned your back, your feet leading you to the exit, he shot an arrow through your back, piercing your heart and leaving a hole in your chest.

“Maybe, in another life, I would have been the better man you deserved. Be safe out there”.

Deep down, you knew you were going to be safe on the battlefield. What troubled you was been absolutely certain you were not safe in that prison with him.

Author note.

Hello there! Today is my birthday and I wanted to treat myself with some Aizen, my precious baby. I had also anticipated that I was going to post something, therefore I hope you have enjoyed this!

As per usual, comments, likes and reposts are greatly appreciated!

Love,

Luce.

Credits for the theme divider: @cafekitsune

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Ultra specific things i loved in Bleach :

- Hirako's voice and mocking tone, like he's playing with his words

-"that wasn't a Getsugatensho, dumbass, it was just me swinging my sword"

-the way Chad grabbed Ichigo's sword to pull him up and throw him at Uryu in their last fight

-everytime Renji appeared on screen at the beginning of a fight with some cool confident cocky one-liner

-Jugram's half-lidded stare (honorable mention: when he killed Bazz B and they didn't show his eyes because, after all, he grieved him anyways)

-"ever since you were in your mother's womb"

-the way Rukia half-smiled at Ichigo when he was losing his powers and couldn t see her anymore

-Senjumaru's bankai

- how Yoruichi's movements are animated, i m mesmerized

-the two seconds of Grimmjow swinging before launching himself at Ichigo

-Unohana looking like death herself before fighting Zaraki

-the detail of Byakuya's fingers freezing up too when he touched Rukia's hand to warm it up and melt the ice

-Rangiku

-Aizen's voice acting - deceivingly gentle

-Urahara's voice acting - playful and teasingly polite

-Shunsui wearing the flower pins of his brother and sister-in-law and also her kimono

-how Shunsui held Nanao's head gently to his chest in the Soul Society Arc when she was overwhelmed by Yamamoto's spiritual pressure

-Starrk being as bored as Shunsui when they had to fight

-after being manipulated and messed with by Aizen, Momo finally having a captain that could care for her despite his teases and playful taunts (Hirako, who also took care of Hyori)

-how Hirako was horrified when Hyori was taken down, despite all their banter and fighting and insults

-Zaraki's two most important people being two women

-Zaraki not giving a fuck about Yumichika's fruity ass look because he cares about power and strength not about how one dresses / behaves

-the same thing with Ikkaku

-Shuhei and Kira holding Yumichika back by force when Ikkaku lost his battle and he instinctively wanted to go to him

-Harribel's character being based on women protecting each other

-The few minutes when Nel was serious (LOVED her battle)

-Ulquiorra reaching his hand for Orihime just before he died

-how horrified Ichigo looked when Toshiro stabbed Momo under Aizen's illusion

-the outfits - the drip never stops (honorable mention - Ichigo's outfits that changed according to each of his power ups)

-Zangetsu's designs

-the way Hisagi talked about fear in his battle

+ many more - Bleach was a masterpiece and it really opened my eyes to how difficult and profound it had to be to build a verse such as this, all due respect to Kubo