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aizen & heavy making out in public but he’s teasing you a little too boldly and you have to run to the nearest private place so you can tear each others clothes off. against the wall or closet is good

How about…

nsfw. Smut.

Both standing in the middle of the meeting room that had an open door concept, their lips speaking a different language.

You are wet from just grinding your body against his and kissing his soft lips.

What truly stirs you is the lingering taste of jasmine on his lips, the subtle scent of candle wax woven into his clothes, and the delicate perfume he wears just to draw you closer.

Your heart is hammering against your chest. His perfect hands start off innocent— caressing your arm and playing with your hair while kissing you guilt free. As the kiss deepens, so does his desires. Now his hands are all over your waist, belly and slowly creeping up your thighs.

“Sosuke. Not here. Not now”, you break the kiss to remind him before he gets carried away. He has a meeting in a few minutes and he would need more than a minute once he got started with you.

“I can do it anywhere and anytime”, he whispered in your ears, reminding you of your place. It sent a chill of a shiver down your spine, his authoritative voice got you weak in the knees.

“Sosuke”, you bit your lower lip— his hard clothed erection now grinding against the fabric of your panties and teasing your clit.

He was already leaking pre in his pants and did not want to create a mess. He rather make the mess inside you and have you hold it in for the entire duration of the meeting.

Dragging you off your feet with lips still locked, he carries you to the darkest corner of the room and pins you against the wall. He pulls your clothes off and you do the same, his cock desperately seeking shelter within your warm walls.

Up against the wall, he took you raw. Doors were open wide, the attendees were soon to trickle in.

Drabble, I had this random thought for about a few months, but didn’t want to make a plot for it lol.

NSFW, Aizen x Reader, hypnotic play, dubious consent, nipple play, anal, gags, restraints and blindfolds.

You wake up to the strange sensation of being bound, gagged and blinded. You jerk in confusion, hearing a deep, low groan in your ear and realize a tight grip of a man’s hand is holding you in place.

You arch your back at the sensation, as you struggle to moan. How did you get here? What was happening?

Ah right, you agreed to let Sosuke hypnotize you. You pant at how sensitive your body was - your nipples were in pain… did he clamp them?

“It seems that you’re awake,” he murmurs, nipping your neck.

His grip remains tight on your hips as you struggle against him, a quick slap on your ass keeps you still.

Soon you feel the blindfold loosen. You blink slowly to adjust to the dim lighting and see Sosuke’s face so close to you. He kisses your forehead and you notice the sheen of sweat all over him, his face slightly flushed.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he says, running a hand over your clamped nipples. You flinch in response, but he continues “for squeezing my cock for so long.”

You nodded your head, wanting to feel him move inside you. You squeezed your pussy, drool slipping past the gag as you watch Sosuke close his eyes.

At the same time, you felt something snug in your ass. You whine and whimper against him as he trails kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

“And because you’ve been so good,” Sosuke murmurs, his lips so close to your pinched nipple, “I’ll untie you.”

He reaches behind you and the rope holding your arms together is undone. And as if on instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck as you slowly raise your body, letting his cock slip out of you, to only slam your hips back down.

Sosuke grits his teeth, his hands immediately slapping your cheeks as you feel the butt plug inside you. You want to tell him how good he feels, but this gag is in the way!

Sosuke leans back into the bed as he watches with satisfaction to the sight of you clumsily riding him. The drool dripping down your face and your puffy nipples clamped are a feast to his eyes. He reaches behind you and pushes the plug further into your ass as you arch your back in response.

Tears begin to fall from you from your approaching orgasm and the pain of the clamps. You begin to babble, more drool escaping as you point towards your chest - you know better than to take the clamps off yourself, the faint memory of Sosuke’s belt causes you to whimper and squeeze his cock again.

Sosuke gives a faint smirk as he kisses your breasts, completely avoiding your nipples. Tears fall freely as you struggle from the sensation. He gently shakes the chain holding the clamps, causing you to scream from the slight tugging movement.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, undoing the clamps. His warm mouth suckles on your breasts as he begins to thrust deeper in your body.

Your eyes rolled as your body rocked to his thrusts. You screamed against the gag as his thrusts grew faster and his groans grew louder. You cries and screams continued to be muffled as drool dripped down your chin. You started seeing white as Sosuke’s pants grew louder, before collapsing in his arms again.

Sosuke stroked your back and continued to thrust inside you. He undid the gag as your unconscious body laid against his. He gently pulled the plug out of your body, replacing it with his cock. He closed his eyes at the tight feeling, letting his cum spill.

Leaning back into bed, your body still on top of him, Sosuke gently rubbed and massaged your body.

He knew you were already susceptible to his hypnosis, but this… ideas began to run through his mind of more suggestions he could make you do.

You write my favourite characterization of Aizen. I adore your portrayal of him so much 😍

I have a request, if you'd be so kind to indulge it: I have this image of my mind of being with him the night before Karakura Town- like it's Mass Effect and we're about to jump into hell, and I just hnnng what would it be like? How would he spend those last precious hours of freedom?

Thank you for your kind words and patience!! I can't say I'm familiar with Mass Effect, but last moments? I can certainly do that!

CW: Surgery discussion, mild angst, slightly suggestive, but no smut.

Aizen stares intensely at the monitor. Ichigo and his friends are faring better than he originally planned with the Espada. On one hand - he is disappointed that the Espada lacked the strength to stop Ichigo and his friends, on the other hand, his curiosity grows as Ichigo continues to push himself to his limits.

Yet Aizen wasn't worried. The days were nearing before he would step into Karakura Town, or if it was as he suspected, a fake Karakura Town. Either way, Aizen had planned contingency upon contingency for what may or may not happen.

Though as the days draw near, Aizen mulls over the final touches to his plan. The hogyoku glimmers in the distance as leaves the room.

You stared at the perpetual night sky of Las Noches, the moon gone from its reaches. Your body feels heavy with your anxiety looming over you. It was a mix of anxiety, anticipation... and dread.

The worry that Sosuke wouldn't be succesful - the worry he wouldn't make it out of Las Noches at the rate the human teens were clearing out Las Noches.

The worry that he walks into a trap set by the Gotei 13.

The worry that you would never see him again.

You didn't agree with his methods to usurp the throne of the Soul King, but you also knew you couldn't talk him out of it. This was the only way Sosuke thought would work. And you could only trust in his own belief.

And ever the man with the plan, he ensured that you would be out of harms way once he entered Karakura Town. You would be far, far away from Las Noches, far from the reaches of Karakura Town and Soul Society. Further away from Japan in the World of the Living. If, no when he was successful, he would come for you, whatever way that may be.

You couldn't help but give a wry smile - wouldn't it have been easier to kill you? Sosuke was a peculiar man, with peculiar sentiments - that much you learned as your relationship with him deepened.

Oddly sentimental, and oddly trusting, of only you and Kaname. You wondered about his relationship with Gin sometimes - he almost kept the man at arms length. A thin thread linking the two men together. He never did reveal much about it though, and neither did Gin.

Instead, you and Kaname were trusted to the highest degree. Or at least, as high as a man of Sosuke's cautiousness allowed.

He entrusted you to operate on him - to implant the hogyoku into his chest. It was something you knew Sosuke could do on his own, but maybe - as one final act of trust, he wanted you and Kaname to perform the surgery. You touched his bare chest as you weaved a sedative kaido spell on him - a spell he would never succumb to normally. He had completely let down his guard.

Kaname watched as you cleaned the area for implantation, ensuring Sosuke was breathing normally. You sliced him cleanly as Kaname cleaned the blood from the incision. The hogyoku glimmered faintly.

You knew what to do, Sosuke had walked you through the procedure, had you practice and strengthen your spell casting abilities for this moment, and you had to trust yourself, just as he had trusted you.

You looked back outside, shaking yourself from that memory. Sosuke recovered smoothly, just as he anticipated. And now it was his last night with you, before he left Las Noches and just maybe you once and for all.

The night felt... calm, almost soothing to you. Sosuke indulged your whim to recite poetry. He read to you your favourites across centuries and cultures. Every syllable, pause and rhythm of his voice being seared into your memory.

In return, he wanted your wit, your charm and your thoughts. He would ask for your opinion, your criticisms and your guesses to the meaning behind the poems. The two of you in your own bubble of metaphors and allegories, of your favourite meal and teas.

Why wasn't every night like this?

Sosuke had a way with words, a way with power and a way with you. Why did he have to do this? Why? Why? Why?

Your anxiety was still festering, yet Sosuke looked as calm as ever. His face serene as he sipped his tea, enjoying the warmth it and you provided him.

He looked like a man without a care in the world, with every word spoken with a sense of measure and evenness. He was... relaxed.

He wanted one last thing from you, before you two retired for the night. It made you laugh how with everything going on, with all of his plans, with all of his intricacies and quirks, he yearned for your touch.

And you only wanted to oblige.

It was a surreal night. You took time to kiss him, as he did you. The two of you lost in each other's bodies and your own thoughts, as you seared every kiss, nip and bite to memory. The way his eyes would shutter as you gently bit his ear, the way he would angle his thrust a bit higher as you let out a gutteral moan of his name.

The night felt both long, yet so short. The weariness of your body and the overstimulated mess of nerves of your mind put you straight to sleep, with Sosuke's embrace the last thing you could sear to memory.

Birds were chirping nearby as you began to wake. Birds? Your eyes flew open and a new room greeted you. Sadness washed over you as you longed for Sosuke, but it was now the morning and he was gone.

And the only thing you could do now was to trust him.

Thank you for sending this request and I hope this is what you had in mind!! I wanted to write something with... a dreamy quality to it, but I don't think I conveyed that all that well haha!

Hey, can you write about Aizen being a girl dad and doting on her. Y/n and Aizen being parents and enjoying that parenthood together. The daughter looking like y/n but having similar wits as him.

Ohhh it's been a long time since I wrote Papa Aizen! Thank you for your request!

CW: this is SFW! Also human Aizen because I've been in a mood for him lately!

At his core, Aizen was a man of science and logic. He knew how genetics worked, he understood it at the cellular and molecular level.

Yet it amazed him every time he looked at his daughter, how she was a spitting image of you. The way her eyes lit up when he picked her up from daycare to the way she smiled or even cried – it was, much to Aizen's dismay, uncanny.

Yet even with your looks, your slight mannerisms (she was her own person after all – that much Aizen and you instilled into her), she was a clever little girl. It amused him and unnerved you.

Children are like sponges – he wonders what else she'll learn from him.

Today though, was just a simple grocery store run. You had asked Aizen to pick up a few things for dinner and your daughter politely asked if she could come along. Manners were important to him, and it is again, of no surprise, she learned them as well.

"Oh Aizen-san, your daughter is so well-behaved!"

"I never met such a polite child!"

He would smile and nod, thanking them for the compliments, but he always wondered about her - was she like him? Perceiving the world around them a bit differently from the rest? He noticed she would be a bit more protective of you, almost like he was.

Strangers would joke and tease how she was a “mini” version of you, but close friends and family knew she was more like her dear father.

Nonetheless, a grocery run with his daughter would provide some interesting insights. She was still small enough to sit in the cart, but he asked her (politely of course) if she wanted to sit. She nodded her head, and she became queen of the cart.

“Do you remember what mommy asked for?” Aizen quizzed her. The way she bit her lip and thought about it was so eerily like you.

“Green onions!”

“Excellent, what else?”

“Hmm… toys?”

Aizen chuckled, "no, I don't think that's what mommy asked for."

She pouted, but without missing a beat, "but mommy loves playing with me."

Interesting, Aizen thought, how she was using a fact about you to cover her own interests. An amused look crossed his face. "If I remember what mommy said, she asked for mirin."

His daughter opened her mouth to say something, but nodded along, clapping her hands. As he pushed the cart down the aisles, he would stop to look at different items. Without fail, he would see, in the corner of his eye, his daughter picking up an item with great interest, and trying carefully to place it into the cart without him knowing.

And now they were in the bakery, looking at the selection of cakes, pastries and other baked goods on display.

"Daddy, up please!" She pleaded, stretching her arms overhead. And who was Aizen to say no? He carefully picked her up out of the cart and steadied her. Her eyes lit up at the assortment of goods that laid in front of her.

Aizen walked slightly away, near the fresh breads and feigned interest in the variety of loaves. He watched his daughter pick up a pre-sliced cake piece and again, place it carefully in the cart.

Once she was successful, she quickly turned around and spotted him immediately. Rushing towards him, she clung to Aizen's leg. Without even a thought, he picked her up, "did you see anything interesting?" He asked her.

She shook her head, placing it on his shoulder. He could see she was getting tired.

"Then lets go home then, mommy must be waiting for us."

Aizen placed her back in the cart, but also began removing some of the items she had placed before. He could see her slowly blink, struggling to stay awake. He gently patted her head as she began to doze.

But he kept one item in the cart - the slice of cake. It happened to be your favourite. He wondered if it was because of you, or if she had also begun to enjoy the taste as well. Curiosity filled his mind as to what was going through his daughter's mind when she was picking up each item.

But Aizen knew better than to wake a sleeping toddler. Although his daughter was well-mannered, she was still a child, and he knew better than to start a tantrum.

But she groggily woke up as soon as they reached home.

"Welcome home!" You beamed, as you picked your daughter from Aizen. "And did you get everything I asked for?" You asked her.

She nodded her head vigorously, "we did! I also got you a bunch of stuff, mommy!"

"You did? Why don't you show me?"

Aizen couldn't help but smile at the sight of his daughter leading you to the kitchen as he carried the groceries. The three of you began to unpack, but your daughter was beginning to huff.

"Daddy," she whined, "where's all the stuff?"

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." Aizen lied, wondering what she would do.

She blinked at him - as if your eyes were staring directly at him. He felt a smidge of guilt but held on to his curiosity.

"I got mommy pretty things." She said, her voice cracking, eyes watering instantly.

You looked at the two of them confused, "oh, you don't have to get me anything!" You cooed at her, picking her up. You nuzzled her cheek to comfort her, as she clung on to you tight.

"Did you mean this?" Aizen asked his daughter, holding the cake slice.

She shot up in your arms, "yes! Mommy's favourite!" She giggled.

"You got this for me?" You asked her, "you're too sweet." You smiled, kissing her on her forehead. “Let’s have it together after dinner.”

Aizen had a slight smirk on his face as he continued to observe his daughter. She seemed pleased with your suggestion.

Dinner came with a show, as you watched with amusement as your daughter tried to shove her food on to Aizen’s plate.

“That’s not very nice dear, food is for eating, not playing with.” You chided her. She pouted as she looked at her mess.

“She’s trying to get me full.” Aizen chuckled. “More cake for the two of you.” He smiled, catching on to what she was doing.

Your daughter’s mouth hung open; eyes wide as she got caught, “nuh uh! Daddy you don’t like cake.”

“I do like cake.” Aizen replied calmly, a smile on his face as he wondered where his daughter would go with this. “I especially like the cake mommy makes.”

“Me too! Mommy makes the best cakes.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “you two flatter me so much, how about we make a cake on the weekend?”

Your daughter nodded her head enthusiastically, clapping.

Once dinner was put away and your daughter cleaned up, you brought out the small slice of cake. You cut a piece for your daughter, feeding it to her, but she only took two bites. Aizen himself, didn’t want much of it. You were also full, leaving the remainder for tomorrow. Although your daughter was full, she was excited, “mommy, when is the weekend?”

“A few more days.” You gently patted her head.

“Can it come sooner? I wanna bake a cake with you and daddy now.” She whined.

It was then Aizen realized, the slice of cake wasn’t what she wanted, but to have the three of you make a cake together. He looked at his daughter, who stared back to him, a small smile on her face.

How amusing, Aizen thought, thinking of what other traps and ideas she would have in store for the two of you.

Thanks for your request! I had an idea based off something that happened between my little sister and dad when she was a toddler, but it was hard to write (and I can't see Aizen at WalMart HAHAHA).

𝓐 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓒𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓷

Sosuke Aizen x f. Reader

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Scenario: Reader is Aizen’s partner and has arrived at Hueco Mundo. She is feeling lonely and sad and her ice Zanpakuto manifests all those emotions into physical symptoms, putting her in danger.

Warning/TRIGGERS: sfw, angst, fluff, mention of death, despair, sadness, grief, depression, bullying, fluff ending.

a/n: This was a specific request by @kirasousuke Thank you for trusting me on this! I hope it was somewhat to your satisfaction.

Till death do us part.

Those unspoken vows echoed through your grieving soul, a bond and a commitment to a man who was now regarded as a traitor. Although those words were never uttered, the red string of fate is what kept you anchored to this relationship. 

You looked ill, your body stiff like a block of ice and vigorless. You sat at the dining table, and arrancar servants were serving you the evening dinner. The coming and going of the Arrancars, as they piled food onto the table, was nothing more than a blur in the background. Your eyes were locked onto the empty seat in front of you. That empty seat belonged to your husband— the man who you barely saw since your arrival. The man who you barely left before your departure. 

It felt like only yesterday when you were writing poetry in his Captain’s quarters, reading aloud as he quietly listened to each carefully chosen word. Your soft voice calmed his racing thoughts. 

You do not blame him for the decisions he made. The betrayal was already written in his books. However, he only chose to share his plans at the right moment— the day before the departure. It did not give you enough time to prepare; physically, mentally and emotionally. And so, you were left with a deep wound in your heart—and the only way your body knew to heal it was to freeze it over with a thin layer of ice.

You heard footsteps from behind you, recognizing them instantly. Actually, no. They did not sound like your husband's footsteps. At least not the version you fell in love with in the Soul Society. 

His footsteps held more authority. Each strike of his heel sent ripples of fear through the Arrancar servants, who hastily stepped aside to allow his entrance.

“Lord Aizen”, you heard the weak voices shaking with fear. Why did they fear your dear beloved husband? Oh yes. He was not the same sweet innocent Captain of the fifth squad anymore. He instilled fear among his creations and demanded respect like never before. 

You watch him take a seat across from you. You could hear some whispers and gossip stir amongst the idling arrancars.

“She dare not stand up and greet Lord Aizen!”

“Even if she is the wife, respect is still demanded!”

“She thinks all high and mighty of herself”. 

Aizen paid no attention to the brewing whispers as it was all beneath him. But underneath all that facade, it fed his pride.

And as a supportive wife, you were proud of the man he had become. Unfortunately, you lost the man you once knew in the process.

He gave the arrancars a quick side glance. The chatter disappeared as they all cleared the room but their haunting whispers remained inside your head.

“Not hungry?”, he asked, noticing you did not touch the food that was so generously offered.

You weakly nod your head. This was your first dinner together in Hueco Mundo, so you could have shown more enthusiasm but you had no energy and no appetite. 

“Neither am I”. He leaned back, grabbing his cup of tea and giving it a gentle sip. Now that was a familiar sound that wrapped around you like a memory, steeped in nostalgia. Sadly, that warm feeling didn’t linger long enough to melt the growing sheet of ice slowly enveloping you in despair.

He was interrupted by the piercing voice of a small female arrancar. She had made her entrance and offered a deep bow. 

It annoyed Aizen to have this rare, peaceful moment with his wife interrupted, though he was the one who had made the summons.

You looked down at the petite and fragile-looking arrancar. Looks can be deceiving and you know better than to judge someone's status based on their appearance. You are suddenly reminded of Captain Hitsugaya, who looked like a young child yet he had so much wisdom to offer regarding your ice Zanpakuto. 

You felt the heavy burden of memories wash over you as you sat in silence, reminiscing with a heavy heart. Though you wore a stoic facade with practiced ease, it did little to fool your beloved.

“You’ve seemed lonely since our arrival,” he observed, his eyes drifting toward the small Arrancars. “Loneliness can be either a blessing”, his gaze lingered, “or a curse. I can tell that you’re not faring well. Perhaps what you need is company.”

Was it truly loneliness?

Did he not see that you yearned for your dear friends and family that you left behind in the Soul Society? Did he truly believe that what you felt was loneliness and that anyone could easily replace those precious bonds that were shattered as soon as the sky split open? 

“I can't be entertaining you as often. Time is slipping away. But I have gathered a few who will be of some use to you”. 

The girl, Loly, remained kneeling, not daring to lift her head in his presence. Even Aizen could sense the hesitation—the barely concealed hostility—radiating from Loly. And yet, he was confident that no one would dare hurt his wife. Unfortunately, he underestimated the jealous storm that raged amongst his female army. 

———

“Stuck babysitting his whore”, Loly mumbled under her breath while walking down the maze-like hallways of the grand fortress.

You followed your husband’s advice—despite your better judgment—and decided to walk with the younger Arrancar. ‘Show my wife around,’ was his suggestion. Loly didn’t protest at the time, but it was obvious she loathed you.

“Hurry the hell up! I can't hold your hand. If you get lost, it's on you whose room you end up in”, she yelled while you lagged behind, taking cautious footsteps. You kept your distance, leaving enough space in case you had to react to an unexpected attack. You were guarded, but nothing could have prepared you for what she had schemed.

Loly had suddenly come up with a diabolical plan. It was hard for her to contain her excitement or suppress the grin tugging at her lips. From your position behind her, all you could see was her tiny figure, playfully skipping through the eerie, shadowy hallways. Suddenly, she took a sharp turn and disappeared.

The wide corridor was dimly lit by candles, your flickering shadows dancing against the walls. Silence took over— just the sound of your racing heartbeat and soft shuffling footsteps. Unexpected danger lay ahead. Your instincts had given you plenty of warnings from the start, yet you proceeded without hesitation.

You place a firm hand on the hilt of your Zanpakuto and press forward. The farther you walked down the empty corridor, the darker it became. A heaviness settled over you, pressing against your body. It worsened with every step—the air thickened, slowing you down. An evil presence churned your stomach.

What made it more revolting was knowing these were all Aizen’s creations.

What you failed to realize was that you were walking directly into the heart of a den where several of the Espada lay in wait. You hadn’t yet made their acquaintance, but you were about to.

You heard a whisper and a giggle. It was Loly. She was taunting you, hiding amongst the shadows, her smaller body easy to conceal. 

You could blindly swing your weapon around but that would do you no good. That was what Loly was counting on. Unfortunately for her, you were more level-headed than she had anticipated. 

So she turned it up a notch and released a bala directly at your face. “Mess that pretty little face of yours”, she said out loud with a tiny giggle. 

You were quick to dodge her attack. She tried again. Predictability was your defence. Her actions were nothing more than a spoiled child throwing a tantrum and tossing balls at you. 

After several attempts, the attacks had stopped. Shattered glass and collapsed walls left a thin layer of smoky haze and the rising dust further obstructed your view. 

The silence took over again. There was not a stir of movement. However, from deep within, danger had gathered. Through the murky fog, you suddenly noticed several pairs of eyes. Blue, gold, green, etc

The spiritual pressure was rising and you knew these spectators were of a different level. You embraced danger with open arms, ready to strike, your pride as a fighter was instilled to your core. You once belonged to Squad 11 and you had that inherent desire to seek out danger. 

Before the situation could turn ugly, a long blade intervened, plunging through the air like a pole to separate you from the chaos hidden behind the cloud of dust.

The owner of the Zanpaktuo slowly stepped forward, his weapon slowly retracting as he got closer to you. 

“Quite the party here. Pity I wasn't invited”, Gin revealed himself with a smirk you did not trust.

“I was walking the hallways and came across…”, you looked back at the shadows but they had all disappeared as soon as Gin showed up.

“There is nothing here. I think you are just bored. If you needed some company, all you had to do was ask”. He took a few more steps towards you but stopped, realizing your hand was still resting on the hilt of your Zanpakuto. 

He knew better than to trigger your icy rage. Especially when he was trying to gain some Aizen points.

——

You had made your escape. And that particular day was never mentioned again. You were surprised that his second in command, Gin, did not rat you or Loly out. Actually, you weren't surprised at all. That snake had an agenda and you had already become his pawn. 

Despite her actions, Loly continued to serve Aizen, putting on an innocent demeanour that honestly fooled no one. 

You did not tell Aizen what had happened that day. You felt like you would be tattling on her. It was childish and you would be stooping to her level. You did not want to win favours. But you also did not want to make enemies in a den of lions.

You kept your emotions suppressed, the sadness and anger were collecting deep inside you, and ice slowly numbed the emotional pain. Unbeknownst to you, a sheet of ice was slowly settling around your organs and starting to cause actual physical damage. 

Loly continued to torment you— mentally, emotionally and physically. She would be sneaky about it, sly enough to slip under Aizen’s radar. 

Aizen was too hyper-focused and fixated on his lifelong dream. You did not want to be a burden. Your petty problems did not belong in his grand scheme of things. 

You became homesick and isolated. You felt useless when he would include his army of arrancars in his plans while you were asked to simply sit and watch. Look beautiful for him, and don’t get your hands dirty. You were his wife—leave the messy work to everyone else.

It made you sick. You were growing sicker every day. You didn't have a fever. Quite the opposite. Your core temperature was dropping. You shivered and wrapped yourself in warm blankets while taking shelter in his bed chambers. Little by little, your body was becoming an ice statue from the inside out. Sorrow and grief had taken hold of your heart. Your zanpakuto was reacting to your emotions and assumed you were under attack. The ice was an unconscious attempt to protect your body. However, it was making it all worse.

The longer you sat in silence, immersed in your misery and grief, the more you were reminded of the dear friends you had left behind. The image of Captain Unohana’s face as she watched you ascend into the sky, hand in hand with the traitor—your husband, Aizen—haunted you. You never let it show, but in the stillness of night, far from cold, judgmental stares, you wept. Leaving Unohana and your friends, shattered your heart. But leaving him would have completely destroyed you.

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as tears traced down your cheeks. Even those tears, cold to the touch, brought no comfort. You had become lost in your delusion. Though no one was there, you spoke to her, feeling Captain Unohana’s gentle hand rest upon your frost-kissed forehead, checking your temperature, her touch offering a momentary balm to your pain.

“Captain Unohana? I feel cold”, you whispered to your inner illusions as they danced around you.

She didn't say a word. Her gentle expression and nurturing smile suddenly faded. Her eyebrows lowered and her forehead furrowed. She clenched her jaw and gave you an icy glare, stealing away that warmth she once brought. A chill ran down your spine and you visibly began to shiver. Your internal grief and despair began to take on a physical form.

And there you lay, on the block of ice, as your friends surround you, watching you meet your demise. 

A slow but numbing end.

You heard the door open, but you couldn’t turn your head. Your neck was stiff and you felt completely lethargic. Your friends still stared down at you, their piercing glares like needles driving into your numb flesh.

The footsteps drew closer with each passing second, each one feeling like the passing of a day. In your frigid state, time itself had slowed. It felt like an eternity before your visitor reached your bedside, dissolving all the illusions and replacing them with a face you most dread.

Loly’s grin had taken over, her giggles like piercing laughter that was about to shatter the icy glass that enveloped you whole. Your will to fight was also taken down, and all you are now is an empty shell of your former self.

You had to admit it— some of that coldness in your heart was because of jealousy. You were envious of the arrancars and how much Aizen relied on them while you were left to freeze in your despair and loneliness. 

If you were to die today, whether a natural death or at the hands of this brat, maybe he could turn you into a useful arrancar? Was that possible? For Aizen, nothing is impossible. 

But did you want to live that life? At least in your current, pathetic condition, you did not have to fight your former friends and family. 

Loly continued with her barrage of verbal insults. At some point, you had tuned her out— her little figure popping up from different angles, spitting incoherent insult after insult until they blurred into mumbles. Your vision grew blurry and her small figure began to multiply around you— first doubling, then tripling, until eventually it was all you could see. 

The obnoxious brat extended her arms, daggers in her many hands, their tips glistening with venom.

“Just a small slit across your throat would do the trick”, she mused, almost sweetly. It would be enough to end your misery — the cold, suffocating coffin you were already being buried within.

You closed your heavy eyelids, knowing they would be frozen shut forever. You brace for the sharp, wet tip of her dagger to pierce through your skin. But what you got instead was a ray of heat penetrating deep through your heart, gradually cracking the surface of the ice that had taken hold of your soul. 

Your body felt warm and light, the heaviness slowly melting away from within. You opened your eyes, wondering if you had reached the next phase of your feeble life. 

As your eyelids fluttered open, you met his protective, concerned gaze. His rich brown eyes pulled you from the depths of despair, and you suddenly found the will to fight. 

You stood at death’s doorstep, and once again, he came to your rescue. 

“My beloved, why have you abandoned your will to live?” he asked with a soothing voice, genuine confusion on his face.

He gave you everything. Anything you wanted, it was yours. So why were you so ungrateful? That was the meaning you saw behind his words.

You felt ashamed of your weak resolve. How dare you decide to leave the one who risked his plans to bring you to Hueco Mundo. 

It was his deepest desire to have you at his side as he ascended the throne and finally fulfilled his lifelong dream.

He didn’t just want you there — he needed you.

He needed you to cheer him on, to ground him when necessary, to offer comfort at the most crucial moments — and, above all, to witness his triumph.

You weren’t just there to witness his greatness. You were part of his plan. 

“I’m sorry”. The words came out effortlessly— no longer were you stuck in your icy despair. 

“Only the weak apologize”, he reminded you while gently brushing your hair out of your face. His other hand was resting on your chest, the warmth radiating out from his hand was indescribable. 

“Oh. I’m sor-“, you cut yourself from repeating the same mistake. That earned you a smile on his perfect face. A genuine smile that was stripped of all illusions. A real smile only you have been blessed and will cherish forever. 

There was a moment of silence— his warm presence comforted you. 

“Now…will you accompany me to the gates?” He was talking about the garganta that was about to open. The next phase of his plan was already in motion.

“I won't be coming with you?” you asked, disappointment heavy in your voice.

“Not today. I need someone to hold down the fort while I am gone.”

“You know the arrancars won't listen to me. They don't respect me”, you explained your hesitation.

“Respect is earned, my dear. Ain't I a perfect example of that?” He paused for a second, leaning forward to plant a tender kiss on your thawing forehead. “But I wouldn't mind if you used the ‘Lord Aizen is my husband’ card. You have the power to bring them to your knees with that alone”. 

You let out a soft chuckle and slowly sit up. His arms held you close to his chest. The last sliver of ice finally surrendered to the warmth of his body. Not even your icy Zanpakuto could stand a chance against Sosuke Aizen. 

Time was ticking, and neither of you wanted to break away from the embrace. 

You had to be the brave one and let him go. Your selfishness would serve no purpose in the greater cause.

“Now you don't want your enemies to be waiting on you. Go. Be careful. And come back to me….Sosuke. Come back to me just as you left”. 

Unfortunately, that was a promise he could not fulfill. 

Do the different Aizen’s have different kinks lol

So this is regarding the Terrarium filled with Aizens. I personally think yes? Because no one is really stagnant over time, maybe there was a kink Deicide Aizen enjoys that Lieutenant Aizen didn't really consider before, you know?

This isn't particularly long, but since it's NSFW, it's behind the Read More.

CW: water sports, bodily fluids, mentions of various kinks but not described (spanking, rope play)

I think all of them prefer to be the dominant partner, but Lieutenant Aizen and Muken Aizen I can see being more open to switching.

I think Muken Aizen is the least "cruel" lover than the others, maybe because his time in Muken has made him appreciate companionship more (I'm coping)

Lieutenant Aizen

Weirdly enough, I can see him being into roleplay? It lets his "creative" side explore scenarios! It can be something "simple" like a master/maid dynamic.

I think he'd be into spit and water sports for the humiliation aspect it can bring. Like slapping his saliva covered cock over s/o's face, pissing on her as she licks up her squirt off the floor, that kind of kink!

Human Aizen is taking notes from him!

Prefers receiving oral than giving it, but is always done to finger her

Human Aizen

Rope play is huge with this one, an expert at shibari as well

So much so, the other Aizens learn from him. They're used to restraining using kido spells, but there's something about rope that is very physical that appeals to them

Captain Aizen

Spanking, collaring, edge play, he wants it all. Like Lieutenant Aizen, he's a bit of a cruel lover, but less inclined to participate in water sports (unless s/o is interested in it)

Has a stash of toys, some of which are his inventions, that he loves to use on s/o.

Really loves giving oral to s/o, especially if she's close to orgasming.

Deicide Aizen

Uses gags, chokes and pulls on reader's hair

I think he'd be the cruellest of the Aizens - I think he's a big headed so that translates him into being a selfish lover, less likely to get s/o off

Muken Aizen

Uses his reiatsu as a way to bound s/o, is also into breath play, but is very careful with s/o when he does. He gives her actions to use when it's too much.

Very into cock warming - I mean he has allllll the time in the world haha

He would be a bit more affectionate compared to the others, he would praise her more deliberately than the others.

I can see him into collaring

That's all I could think of! Thanks for the request!

How Aizen Soouke would act towards his significant other/lover headcannons

A/N: Before reading please note that if it seems ooc it's because this significant other must be VERY close with aizen for him to perform this way, someone he trusts to a certain degree. But I think i nailed his character pretty well so have no fear.

• Reserved Affection: Aizen tends to be emotionally reserved, so his gestures of love would be subtle and calculated, rather than overt displays of affection.

During a quiet evening together, Aizen might watch his partner from across the room, his gaze softening momentarily before he goes back to his book or work. It’s a rare moment, but when he’s lost in thought, his partner might catch him staring with a faint, almost imperceptible smile that speaks volumes.

• Protective: While he may not openly show it, he cares deeply about his partner’s well-being. His protective nature is understated but evident in his actions, such as ensuring their safety or subtly guiding them without being controlling.

If they were ever in a dangerous situation, Aizen would remain calm but quickly place himself between them and the threat. Afterward, when they ask about his cold demeanor, he might downplay it, saying, "I trust you can handle yourself, but I don’t take chances with what’s mine."

• Intellectual Engagement: Aizen values intelligence and might engage in deep, philosophical discussions with his partner. He would find their intellectual compatibility stimulating and would often challenge them in ways that push them to grow.

Perhaps on a lazy afternoon, Aizen could begin discussing a philosophical topic that interests him, such as the nature of power or control, but with a twist,he invites his partner to challenge his views. "What do you think, darling? Is freedom really an illusion?" he might ask, genuinely interested in their perspective, while keeping his own thoughts measured.

• Unspoken Care: Aizen isn’t the type to express emotions openly, but small gestures like making sure his partner is comfortable or solving problems without them realizing could be his way of showing love.

After a long day, his partner might find a cup of tea waiting for them when they return to their shared space. Aizen didn’t say anything, but the gesture clearly shows he noticed their exhaustion. He would simply say, "I trust it will help you relax," in his usual calm tone.

• Occasional Praise: Though he might not shower them with compliments, when Aizen does offer praise, it’s meaningful and often reserved for moments when it’s most deserved.

If his partner has achieved something significant, like completing a project or handling a difficult situation, Aizen might offer a rare compliment. "That was... impressive," he might say with a hint of admiration, before moving back to his usual composed self, not one for excessive praise.

• Teasing or Provoking: Aizen might engage in subtle teasing, especially when he wants to see his partner’s reaction. He enjoys pushing boundaries but in a controlled way.

If his partner were trying to outsmart him in an intellectual debate, Aizen might lean back with a slight smirk. "Is that really the best you can do? How disappointing," he’d say, but with a playful glint in his eye. It’s his way of showing affection through challenge, not cruelty.

• Thoughtful Gifts: Rather than spontaneous romantic gestures, Aizen might give thoughtful gifts that reflect his understanding of his partner’s needs or desires.

Instead of a typical romantic gift, Aizen might notice his partner’s interest in a particular rare book, or an obscure item that holds sentimental value, and surprise them with it. When they thank him, he responds, "I remember you mentioning it once. It seemed like something you’d appreciate."

• Emotional Distance: He may sometimes seem emotionally distant, but it’s more a result of his natural guardedness. He would never let his partner feel neglected, though it could be hard to read his true feelings at times.

When his partner is upset and seeking emotional comfort, Aizen might remain somewhat distant, offering practical advice instead of emotional solace. "It’s simple—deal with it as you would any other obstacle. Emotion clouds judgment," he’d say, before gently guiding them toward a more logical solution to their problem.

• Possessiveness : While he may not outright express jealousy, Aizen might demonstrate a quiet possessiveness, ensuring that his partner understands they are an integral part of his life, but it would be done in a way that feels almost natural, never overly dramatic.

If another person shows interest in his partner, Aizen might quietly observe the situation from afar. Later, in a private moment, he’d comment, "I don’t mind you interacting with others, but be mindful of how much attention you invite. Some people don't know when to stop." His tone remains calm, but there’s an unmistakable edge to his words.

• Supportive in Crisis: When his partner is in trouble or needs guidance, Aizen will step in with strategic, calculated support—offering help in a way that’s effective but not necessarily emotional.

When something goes wrong, and his partner is panicked, Aizen steps in with his usual calm demeanor, offering a clear course of action. "Focus. We will resolve this, but first, you need to calm down." He might guide them through the steps in a quiet, no-nonsense way, demonstrating his unwavering support even though he doesn't show overt emotion.

• Reserved Physical Affection: Aizen may not be the most touchy-feely, but when he does engage in physical affection, it’s likely to be intimate and sincere, albeit understated. For example, a hand on the back, a gentle touch, or a quiet hug could be his way of expressing closeness.

After an emotionally taxing day, Aizen might approach his partner as they’re about to go to bed. Instead of a passionate kiss or hug, he may simply place a hand on their shoulder, his fingers gently squeezing as he murmurs, "Rest. Tomorrow will be easier," offering comfort in his understated way. He might offer you some tea before bed too 🤗

A/N: omg was editing this on mobile HELL. I hope you guys enjoyed this 🤗. I really tried introducing new English words to my dictionary so I don't sound basic 😭

Imagine bleach men trying to seduce shy reader and they end up flustering her, but they were able to successfully turn her on

A/N: What a prey and predator situation that they’re gonna eat up 🤭

It’s a game for them, and their favourite. Flirtatious words dripping effortlessly from their lips, laced with innuendo that leaves your breath hitching. Their smirks deepened when they noticed the way your fingers fidgeted, your gaze flickering away in shy desperation. Yet they were patient, brushing fingers along your wrist, tilting your chin just enough to force you to meet their gaze, ensuring you felt every ounce of their attention. By the time they were done, your body betrayed you, warmth pooling low in your belly as their smooth voices and lingering touches lit a fire in you.

— Shunsui, Gin, Shinji, Aizen, Kisuke, Askin

They’d complimented you in ways that felt intimate, and sincere, whispering about how stunning you looked when you blushed, how endearing it was when you grew flustered under their gaze. A stray touch to your hand, a light brush of fingers against your cheek—subtle gestures that sent shivers down your spine. Their approach was gentle as if allowing you to adjust to their affection. You could feel your heart hammering, the warmth of their lingering touch leaving you craving more.

— Jushiro, Byakuya, Kira, Starrk, Ryuken, Uryu

They won’t hesitate to close the distance, arms caging you in as they smirked down at you, eyes flickering with challenge. “You always get this shy when I’m this close?” Their teasing was bold, hands gripping your waist, fingers brushing exposed skin with deliberate intent. Every reaction from you, from the nervous dart of your eyes to the way you pressed your thighs together, only fed their hunger. By the time they were done, you weren’t just flustered—you were practically melting against them, your arousal unmistakable.

— Ichigo, Renji, Grimmjow, Jugram, Kenpachi, Bazz-B

They’ll watch your reactions, gauging every flicker of emotion in your eyes. A simple, softly spoken question—“Why do you look away?”—sent a rush of heat through you. Their touches were light, purposeful—fingers brushing along your wrist, a palm resting against your lower back, pulling you just close enough to feel the warmth radiating from them. You weren’t sure when your body started reacting, when your breathing became shallow, or when the tension between them became suffocating, but by the time they finally whispered your name, you were trembling with anticipation.

— Ulquiorra, Yhwach, Hisagi, Toshiro (Adult)

Okay, so since you did the squirting question, it's only fair I ask for those who would enjoy it if you creamed a lot.

So who would be ecstatic to learn that you tend to cream a lot? Just loving the sight (I know Kyoraku would definitely be there) ❣️

A/N: That man appreciates all the things you have to offer him. A hedonist. And we love him for that.

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — a hedonist at heart, Shunsui would groan in pleasure, spreading you open just to watch your slickness coat his fingers before sucking them clean. He’d whisper lazy praises about how perfect you are, murmuring about how he could stay between your thighs all day.

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 — he’d smirk, enjoying the way your creamy arousal betrays you. He’d stroke through your wetness with teasing slowness, murmuring something smug about how much you need him and how messy you’ve become just for him, before finally indulging fully.

𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 — a refined indulgence. He might act composed, but there’s something about a perfectly creaming pussy that utterly ruins him. Loves seeing how drenched you get just from his fingers, whispering soft yet filthy praise as he spreads you open. Would spend a ridiculous amount of time between your thighs just admiring the wetness before ever giving you his cock.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 — clenching around him, so wet that it drips down his length. Loves seeing you full and dripping, spreading your open just to watch how much you’ve creamed from his touch alone. Would bury his face in your folds and murmur sweet praises while making you gush on his tongue before making his cock look equally messy.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — enjoys watching the mess you make around his cock, and loves feeling how wet you get for him. Would purposefully take his time, making sure you’re creaming endlessly before he even starts fucking you properly. Runs his fingers through it, revelling in the way you react. He’d lose himself in the creamy slickness. He’d press his forehead against yours, breath hitching, eyes locked onto the way you drip for him.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — this man appreciates pleasure, and he’d find it downright addictive. He’d tease you relentlessly, dipping a finger into your cunt and bringing it to his lips, tasting it with a slow, exaggerated hum of approval, running his cock through your folds to cover him in your creamy goodness.

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 — wild and primal, Grimmjow would love seeing your pussy messy with arousal. He’d drag his tongue over you, groaning, making a complete mess of your slickness just to rile you up more. The sight alone would make his cock throb.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐤 — normally lazy and easygoing, but the moment he notices how creamy you’ve become, his eyes would darken. He’d run his fingers through your slick folds, testing just how wet you were before giving a slow, approving hum. He’d contemplate between eating you out first or getting you to make a greater mess all over his cock.

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — he definitely loves it, but he’d be so overwhelmed by how sexy you look that he’d struggle to find the words. He’d bite his lip, groan, and run his hands over your thighs, mesmerised, before burying himself in your mess and adding to it.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 — absolutely ravenous. He’s messy, impatient, and insatiable. Loves seeing you creaming for him. He’s hungry. The type to shove his cock right back at the moment he pulls out and sees you dripping. Loves seeing your body react so viscerally to him, knowing he’s the one making you this messy.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 — would act like it’s just a normal part of sex but definitely notices and enjoys it. He’d tease you about how worked up you are. Calling you a messy girl and how he’s here to clean you up (he makes more mess instead), smirking as he rubs the rip of his cock through your wetness.

𝐆𝐢𝐧 — loves the visual of a creaming pussy, the way it clings to him. Would constantly tease, dipping just the tip in and watching the way you leak before fully thrusting in. Enjoys feeling how slick you get, whispering wicked things as he lazily plays with you.

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — he just wants to feel and taste everything. Would shove his face between your thighs and stay there for as long as he damn well pleases, making sure you’re completely ruined before he even starts fucking you. The kind of man who wouldn’t stop until you’re drenched and trembling.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Hisagi, Ryuken, Uryu

What would the bleach men think if you told them you wanted a collar on?

These men would smirk or chuckle, finding your request both entertaining and enticing. They’d probably (definitely) tease you about it, making playful remarks before giving in. Whether they saw it as a mark of ownership, or just something fun, they wouldn’t hesitate to go along with it—likely making a show of fastening it around your neck themselves followed by some remark, “perfect little pet, all dolled up for me. All mine.”

— Shunsui, Gin, Kisuke, Askin, Shinji, Bazz-B, Grimmjow

These men would take the request seriously, seeing it as an act of belonging—whether to them specifically or as a statement of devotion. They would personally acquire a collar designed just for you—their insignia on it—and fit your status in their eyes. They might not outright voice their possessiveness, but the way they handled the situation—adjusting the collar to sit just right, ensuring it suited your appearance—would make their feelings clear. “You were made to wear this. Perfect.”

— Byakuya, Jugram, Aizen, Ulquiorra, Yhwach

They’d be more reserved in their reaction, tilting their head in curiosity before ultimately nodding in approval. Their acceptance wouldn’t be rooted in possessiveness but rather in the idea that if it made you happy, they saw no harm in it. Some might ask for your reasoning out of simple curiosity, while others would quietly admire how it suited you. Starrk, in particular, would appreciate the casualty of the gesture rather than the meaning. “You look lovely, the colour suits you well. I hope you’re comfortable.”

— Jushiro, Kira, Hisagi, Starrk, Uryu, Toshiro (Adult), Ryuken

They wouldn’t put too much thought into the deeper meaning behind it. If you wanted a collar, fine—who were they to argue? Ichigo and Renji might turn a little red if the request implied something intimate, but they’d ultimately agree, especially if they saw how much you wanted it. “Can’t believe you actually want this? Can’t I just get you a necklace or somethin’?” Kenpachi, on the other hand, would grin and make some offhand remark about it looking good on you before moving on with his day.

— Ichigo, Renji, Kenpachi