sosuke aizen, fem!reader — he loves terrorising your brother ✨
it was needless to say that when aizen waltzed about gin with you — his younger sister — glued to his hip, gin was pissed.
you'd never seen your older brother look as furious as he did the day you had decided to hard launch your status with his colleague. you only felt a little bad.
aizen didn't play about it, either. he actively sought to disturb your dear older brother. he always cradled your hip, your shoulder, pressed kisses to your face in his peripherals; positioned right where you couldn't see gin, but he could just see you.
the squad 3 captain was over it. lieutenant kira could have sworn his smile had finally gone crooked.
that's not even the worst of it.
no, no.
the worst of it was when you and your man were behind closed doors.
he had you laid flat on your front, one big hand caging your wrists behind your back, and a pillow tucked beneath your hips.
his thrusts were mean, too. made to punch the air from your lungs. each snap rocking you further n' further up the sheets.
and you were loud.
"mmh—! ah—ah—sosuke—"
your broken sobs were met with his palm and that silky smooth voice in your ear, "you don't want him to hear, do you?"
you're quick to shake your head. you really don't want your brother to hear! but a sick part of you can't help the flutter rooted in the pit of your stomach at the thought of getting caught.
aizen feels it too. the way you tighten around him, taking in the way your moans come in choked puffs of air to hold onto a sliver of your dignity.
"you're not lying, are you?" he coos, hips drawing all the way back to swing back down in a filthy-sounding plap!
"nn—nnhhhoo—" you sputter uselessly against his hand.
then his frame drapes over you, his chest pressed right into the arch of your back. a heavy pressure to keep you still as he begins a crueller pace.
the new position pushes the padding of quilt into your tummy, against the little bulge that poked through each time he bottomed out.
and you can feel yourself about to burst.
that's when it happens.
the hiss of a blade whips above the two of you, planting itself aggressively into the wall you were both facing.
"squad 3 captain ichimaru."
ah. you'd been caught.
to add insult to injury; aizen's hips never came to a halt, unfortunately kicking you into an orgasm you would have fought to stave off if you weren't already about to spill over.
you were ashamed. your man wasn't. he spared your brother a leer from over his shoulder, watching as the man slinked away after rudely interrupting.
once he'd left, the moonlight shone through the torn shoji where the blade intruded, letting you bask in guilt (and that post-orgasmic bliss).
"my brother is going to hate me." you whimpered.
"i can handle it tomorrow." aizen assured.
you were quiet for a couple of beats, shortly broken by the sound of a smirk on your boyfriend's voice, "now, now, there's still much left of the night, my love. he won't be coming back."
i'll let captain aizen go eventually
i wasn't sure how to end this one (っ- ‸ - ς)
apologies for the messy writing tonight, i hope i still delivered!!!
Something about laying on your side as zaddy Kenpachi is behind you, thrusting roughly into your heat, holding your leg up, and your praising him for how big it is😩
he had you cornered against the desk, paperwork swiped and scattered across the tatami.
your legs were shaking. your hair was a mess. back arched, brows furrowed and tear-blurred eyes looking at the sly smile of your captain.
he had two fingers squeezed into your walls, not caring for your gasps and whines of protest. they curled, prodded, ground against every spot that made you keen begrudgingly. teeter you on the brink.
and then he would pull away.
every. single. time.
"gin—!" you sobbed, though it meant nothing to him.
he tutted down at you, foxy smile never faltering, "that's not how you address me, is it, lieutenant?"
and then he brought his palm down in a firm smack! against your aching pussy.
"go on."
his fingers smoothed over the sting, dragged soothingly through the sticky mess before bullying their length back into your crying hole.
a choked mess, you grit, "c—captain ichimaru—"
smack!
your shriek bounces off the walls, hands flying to grapple against his wrist as he laughs humourlessly, "you can do better than that, little miss lieutenant."
his hand doesn't move, doesn't pet away the pain left by his palm as he waits. listens.
"captain ichimaru—captain ichimaru! please—"
"that wasn't so hard, was it?"
and then he's back to toying with the mess between your thighs. he pushes to the last knuckle, scissoring the digits in n' out with his thumb pushed against your clit.
purposefully pushing your buttons, driving you mad so you can snap at him — give him a reason to do more. do worse.
your head tips back, slumping against the desk behind you, and gin's snake-like grin widens despicably.
he can see it in the way your chest rises and falls frantically, how your lips part and your eyes flutter shut. he can feel the way you've started to tighten around his pruned fingers. you're close.
again.
"g—gin—captain ichimaru—! don't—nnnh—stop—"
but he does. just as you're about to spill over he rips that pleasure away, derives sadistic glee from the broken cry torn from your throat.
"but i didn't say you could cum, yet," he sneers, watching the way your pearly arousal webs between his fingers.
he holds his hand in front of your face, flaunting what he's doing. showing you.
you swipe his hand away with a resounding slap.
"oh?"
oh. you shouldn't have done that. you realise it the moment his eyes crack open, icy blues picking you apart.
"you're askin' for trouble, sweetheart. lucky me〜"
you were in for a very long night.
i want him to be mean to me
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PAIRING: Retsu Unohana/Female Reader. CONTENTS: Established Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, PWP, Penetrative Sex (Retsu wears a strap on), Age Difference , Power Dynamics-Light Dom/Sub, WORDCOUNT: 1.7k
Summary:
Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, nervous and excited to finally cross the line of just kissing with Retsu.
Notes:
I had this wip for a while, and I'm glad I could finally wrap it up 😭
This is barely proofread, but I hope you guys enjoy my little pwp with retsu 🥰
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You were lightheaded, dizzy and elated. Your lips were tingling with excitement the more Retsu kissed you; you were sure you hadn't kissed anyone so much and for so long until then. It was probably not true; you had been a teenager at some point too, when the only way to get relief was through makeout sessions.
None of it mattered, not when Retsu slid her hands down your sides, softly squeezing your flesh. You hummed into the kiss, keeping your hands on her neck and slowly trailing upwards to cup her face. Tongues intertwined, puffs of air from running out of breath, lips sliding together; it was exhilarating and you were feeling the heat in your lower abdomen grow with each passing second. You were thankful you two were sitting on a coach, you would have collapsed from all the emotions currently bubbling inside you.
You gasped in surprise when her hands settled just underneath your breasts, thumbs running over your shihakusho to gently trace the curve of your tits. Even through your clothes, her touch still burned, and you pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. She smiled into the kiss, obviously pleased with the effect she had on you. Why wouldn’t she? You were positive she knew about your silly little crush since you first walked into her office, face heating up to the tip of your ears.
Your entire body was burning up at even the smallest brush of her fingertips, and when her hands skimmed over your chest all the way to cup your cheeks, you finally moaned. You haven’t been containing your noises, but it was inevitable when your nipples grazed against the fabric of your clothes.
“We are just kissing,” Retsu pulled away merely an inch, keeping her eyes on you as she smiled. “And you already made that adorable noise?”
How could she look so pulled together? Her lips were red, shiny and plump from all the kissing, but otherwise she looked perfectly fine, not even slightly out of breath.
“I can’t help it…” You replied after a minute, trying to catch your breath so you wouldn’t seem as vulnerable as you felt. “You touched me…”
“But I’ve been touching you for a while.”
“Not my tits, though.”
Her smile got wider, and a shiver ran down your spine before her lips were back on yours.
You were desperate, but Retsu was measured in every aspect, slowly gliding her lips over yours as her tongue gently licked the inside of your mouth. Her hands stayed on your face, thumbs softly tracing along your cheeks. You made a pleased noise, running your fingers through her silky hair. She had let you undo her braid the first time you kissed, and since then you did it every single time. Her hair was smooth, you loved threading your fingers through it every time.
The amount of times you had imagined what it’d be like to tug at it while your bodies were tangled together.
Retsu must have felt your own desires through the kiss; her hands slid down your sides once more, reaching for the knot at the front of your uniform. You kept her close, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, humming into the kiss when she sneaked her hands underneath your clothes. Her touch was smoldering hot, kneading at your waist before reaching for your chest. You moaned purposely loud when she cupped your breasts, squeezing your flesh in her soft hands.
You gasped for air when Retsu pulled away, trailing her lips down your jaw and neck. She nibbled at the junction of your shoulder before keeping her way down your chest. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, nervous and excited to finally cross the line of just kissing with Retsu. You had fantasied about it for weeks and now she was staring at your chest with a gleam in her eyes.
With a smile on her face, she leaned down, pressing a kiss on the curve of your tit before darting out her tongue to lick at your nipple. You gasped as you watched her suckle on your sensitive skin, making your pussy tingle between your legs. She was being gentle, softly lapping and kissing your nipple with loving attention before switching to your other tit. You moaned, threading your fingers through her hair. You wanted to tug at it anxiously, appreciating her lips on you, but wanting more.
The pace was required, as it was your first time together, and it was turning you on, feeling the clothes sticking to the skin in your thighs. But you just needed her touch, her everything, much lower than your chest immediately, or you’d combust.
You shuddered, a whimper escaping your lips, when Retsu grazed her teeth over your nipple.
“You’re more sensitive than I expected.” She purred, staring at you with lustful eyes, as she licked your nipple. “So adorable.”
You tugged at her hair instinctively when her hand trailed between your legs.
“I want you.” You blurted out in a shaky voice when her fingers pressed to your clothed core.
“Oh, you do?” Her smile had a dark edge that made shivers run up your spine.
You choked on a moan when she started rubbing your pussy through your clothes, kissing your neck, overwhelming your senses. You felt weak, too easily stunned by only a few touches of her lips; delicious kisses on your nipples, but still not directing her attention to where you needed her the most. Even her hand stroking between your legs was teasing you.
“Please fuck me.” You promptly let out, voice desperate.
Withdrawing her hand, you whimpered and looked at her with pleading eyes.
“Undress.” She commanded promptly.
Through labored breath, you wasted no time and stood up, shaking off the shitagi and kosode that were already undone by Retsu. You swiftly untied your pants, eager to obey your captain, and all your clothes dropped to the floor, leaving you only in your panties. You felt Retsu’s heavy gaze on you while you slid down your underwear in a more conscious and delicate manner. Though the sight of the completely drenched fabric of your panties made you blush.
“Come.” Retsu smiled, her usual pleasant smile that had lots of undertones that you were dying to decipher. You were about to sit down when she tutted. “On all fours.”
Your breath got caught in your throat, and you eagerly did as told, arching your back once your knees hit the couch, presenting yourself completely to her.
She hummed in appreciation, and you heard shuffling behind you until you realized she was undressing as well. Anticipation bubbled up inside you as your pussy dripped more and more with each passing second. When you peeked over your shoulder, you saw her gorgeous body, long locks of ebony hair falling down her shoulder and chest, the scar on her chest fully visible. Her tits were on full display and your mouth watered at the sight, uncontrollably so when your gaze lowered down to her mound and sex, plump thighs and hips making you tremble.
Your heart skipped a beat when you saw her sliding into a harness with a dildo attached to it, just as her own eyes fixed you and she offered the deadliest smirk that you had ever seen. A moan spilled from your lips, raw and needy. Just when you thought you couldn’t want her more, she graced you with her bare form in a harness. Just for you.
When Retsu disappeared from your sight, settling behind you, you braced yourself, that warm knot tightening in your abdomen just at the thought of her sliding inside you, and yet nothing had happened.
Her hands found your behind, kneading your ass as you gasped and whined, pussy clenching around nothing.
“You’re such a needy little thing, darling.” She commented casually, squeezing and spreading your cheeks, getting a full view of your dripping entrance. “Do you want my cock that bad?”
“Yes!” You whimpered immediately, desire building up faster when she used the word ‘cock’.
Your breath hitched at the sudden stretch of your pussy as Retsu pushed inside you in one swift thrust. The abrupt fullness made you gasp for air, thighs trembling as she reached the most sensitive spot, almost at your cervix.
She didn’t waste any time, pulling the toy almost all the way out before sliding back in one quick thrust that made your mind turn blank. You moaned and whimpered, unashamed, only ecstasy clouding your thoughts.
Retsu didn’t treat you tenderly, hips snapping against yours hard, with steady precision that had your toes curl as pleasure rapidly built inside your abdomen. Your pussy fluttered, squeezing the toy as if trying to keep it in, and to your own surprise, making her chuckle.
“Your pretty pussy is taking me so well.” She commented, tone so casual like she was discussing the weather instead of ravishing you. Warm hands slid up your waist, squeezing your curves and flesh in her hands before trailing back down to roughly dig her fingers in your ass, spreading your cheeks enough to watch your hole stretched open for her cock. “Does it feel good, honey?”
“Yeah, it’s so- I’m so-” Your voice trembled, and you felt the edge of ecstasy around the corner, eyes falling shut. You tried to warn her, let her know that you wouldn’t last long if she kept going, but she sensed it before you said it.
“Are you going to come?” Retsu purred, pressing a warm kiss to your back, as a hand sneaked down your abdomen to find your clit, stroking it steadily.
You didn’t get a chance to reply as your orgasm washed over you. Your entire body quivered as your vision turned white, pleasure spreading through your veins, leaving you breathless. You moaned, louder than before, to the point that it would be impossible for anyone outside her office not to hear your sounds of delight, but you couldn’t even spare a thought on that. Not when Retsu kept moving her hips, thrusts turning leisured, dragging out your current state your pussy pulsed with overstimulation.
She kept praising you, lips pressed to your back, whispering words like a prayer. It made the fall of the orgasm much sweeter.
when your squad captain, aizen, had lured you into his tidy office-like space in the late hours of night, what you were expecting was verbal analysis, duty-oriented discussion, something along those lines at least.
what you weren't expecting was to be folded like a lawn chair on top of his futon, hips pounding down into you with cruelty contrary to his kindly front as a captain.
"hff... look at you," he tsks from above, his breaths laboured with words made only for you, "letting your captain take you like this... you're a good little thing, aren't you?"
and, oh. poor little you only a few minutes in and already fucked dumb; his mean words doing nothing but stoking the flame (wildfire) of need that had you gagged.
aizen could only smirk, lips parted around a broken grunt as you bucked your hips against him. his lean frame curved further down, chest sticky against your bare tits as he practically crushed you under the weight of him and his mean thrusts.
"nn─! fffhu... o─oh fffuck...♡" you squealed as he took to pressing as deep as his lengthy cock could go and grinding against you in tender circles that gyrated your whole lower half. the motion was torturous with the way it prodded against the opening of your womb, grazing spots you didn't think existed to anyone but those in fiction.
"hha─ you love this."
he oscillated between the two motions, pulling out 'ntil the notch of his crowned tip caught on your hole before squeezing himself back in n' grinding back in rounds that made you cry.
"fuck─not too loud, now," your captain shushed you, bullying you with an angled punch of his tip that forced a wobbly moan from the depths of your chest, followed by a mousey little apology.
you looked so perfect under him. the broken syllables of his name sputtered from your swollen lips broke what little restraint aizen had left.
his head dropped down to your shoulder, fists white-knuckling the padded quilt of his dishevelled futon as he started a brand new, downright evil pace.
his hips slammed down into yours, head tilting to watch the way his cock disappeared into you. he couldn't stop. he didn't plan to, either. not when you begged for him to slow down. not when your nails etched deep, red lines into his toned back.
and just like you, he was reduced to choppy puffs of air, body tensing with a hiss of breath each time your sappy cunt sucked him in when he hit the right spot. you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you any wetter.
you were a fountain.
"you'll be mine──fuck──you'll rule beside me as my queen──"
you were starting to lose yourself. you could feel it. he could too; taking note of the way each clench of your walls grew longer in shorter intermissions.
"cum like this. surrender to me."
it was loud. messy. everything beautiful to him that meant mortifying for you.
the arch in your back was nasty, eyes rolled back and full body shuddering. each wave welcomed a new gush of slick that only served to urge him closer to his own end.
n then you wailed, "please── give it t'me...! need you──captain──♡"
and he was a goner.
he moaned; an unlikely sound, but welcomed nonetheless, before spilling into you, his pulsing cock pushed so far beyond what you could take that it tilted your hips further up.
you stayed like that, propped almost upside down in such a silly way as he still insisted on grinding down into you. making sure nothing spilled or he'd start all over again.
"you're mine."
sorry for the slow + messy af post im too busy sicknessmaxxing ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)ᕤ‶
extension of my obsessed aizen hcs per majority vote!! i hope the food is good ♡
Could I request Dad!Byakuya Kuchiki, and reader!child, whose eyes take after Hisana's. But suddenly the Child gets very sick, and is similar to how Hisana's sickness was.
You can make the ending angst, fluff or something else.
“There fever has gone down considerably, my lord.”
“Good.” Byakuya replied to the doctor in a curt manner. Not yet letting himself breathe a sigh of relief but feeling a calm swell in him at the news.
“They should be able to rest easy for the night and then I will check on them tomorrow as a follow up.”
“You will be here first thing in the morning.” Byakuya instructed. No room for argument or deviation in the schedule from his tone. The doctor physically gulped but then quickly agreed as he bowed and saw himself out of the room.
Alone, Byakuya looked on his child and carefully placed a hand on theirs. Gentle, as to not wake them. They were so small against his own.
Losing Hisana had been the worst experience of Byakuya’s life. Watching his love slip away as he could do nothing to save her. Now, he thought, seeing their child, what was left of Hisana in the world, lay their helpless and sick he thought this was the worst experience of his life.
Their illness was not the same as Hisana’s. A simple cold, he had been assured. Children got them all them all the time, and even so it was pretty rare they were sick at all. Yet every time they did get sick Byakuya was reminded of those horrible days and could not help but think on if he would be cursed a second time. Losing his love and then only child.
“….Papa…”
He turned from his thoughts down to the small bed. Their voice weak and eyes not open. Perhaps still asleep, or perhaps just clinging to it. “I’m right here.” Byakuya answered. Giving their soft hand a squeeze. “Papa will be right here for you. You just rest.”
Their breath went back to a steady, if not wheezed, measure and Byakuya sat there with them the whole night. Watching. Waiting. Desperate for something to do but know there was nothing he could right now. Only pray and wish for them to get better. Maybe it would work this time.
