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Aizen's Anime Depiction

I know there's been a lot of contention regarding how Aizen has been portrayed in the anime. With it making him more emotional and seemingly less stoic and in control. He looks more (for a lack of of a better word) vulnerable than he did in the manga and previous anime.

Which has caused a lot of fans who viewed Aizen as this emotionally invulnerable character that can never express anything true and is always walled off to feel discontent with how he's being depicted.

But I personally like the anime's take way more.

Let me explain: Aizen has been in a sensory depravation cell for more than 2 years completely restrained and lacking any human contact. For those who don't know sensory depravation and isolation are torture methods, which means Aizen has been essentially tortured none stop for 2+ years at this point.

Arrogant asshole or not that is bound to take a toll, a heavy one at that. It never made any sense to me how Aizen seems perfectly fine in the manga after what is basically physchological torture.

His more reserved and tense personally fits so much better in my opinion. He is still the asshole we all know and love but his time in muken has affected him.

PLZ

Aizen really said, “nah im gud” Original video credit to Brandon Rogers, Grandpa HATES Halloween

Toshiro Hitsugaya X GN! Reader

{❄️Relationship HC’s❄️}

[In which Toshiro is soft with you…]

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Hello! I’m officially off of Vacation from Florida and plan on writing a few things! Here is the first one! Most of them will be about Toshiro, maybe Byakuya or Gin. Maybe even Aizen.

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Warnings:

Heavy fluff

Soft Toshiro

Soft kisses

Cuddling and hugs

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Toshiro is the type to not really show any affection to you, acting as if he was annoyed with you while attempting to cover up an obvious blush that dusted his face.

The longer the crush has lasted, the harder he will fall, and will slowly start to show his affection, only if the crush doesn’t disappear.

And for you, it never disappeared.

Toshiro likes to wake up early, to get a good start on his paperwork for the day, but he struggles sometimes when your warm body is draped around him, protecting him from the chilled room.

When he finally gets you off of him, he is already late but he couldn’t really care. Sitting in his bed kissing you softly over and over agin, he didn’t want to leave. He couldn’t leave.

He’d lazily get up, walking into the bathroom to shower while you rolled out of bed to start breakfast.

By the time he was finished, breakfast was ready and he sat next to you, kissing your lips before beginning to eat before heading to work.

Toshiro loved to give you little gifts. Small ice sculptures, rocks, little trinkets, ect. He loves it.

He doesn’t always show his emotion or speak his mind so the little gifts is one of his best ways to show affection.

He loved to hold your hand. To brush his thumb over your skin. He loves it.

When in public, you show each other respect, showing no signs of your relationship. People know, but you two just never show it out of respect for the other.

Toshiro loves to do paperwork with you. Just sitting in silence and enjoying the other’s presence is enough for him.

He loves to hug you, privately of course but, he really loves your warmth. He could stay up all night, holding your warm body in his arms, gently kissing your head.

He is so in love with you, he can’t wait to ask you to marry him.

Bleach Memes Pt.1

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I would like to explain my decision to remove the Bleach fanfiction from my collection. Initially, I believed it would be an engaging project; however, upon further reflection, I recognized that the execution might become monotonous. I appreciate your understanding and encourage you to explore my other works, which I hope you find enjoyable. Thank you for your continued support.

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.

confession: the thought of aizen being extremely needy in the morning makes my loins froth

nsfw.

He quietly pushes your panties to the side and presses the tip of his leaky morning wood against your folds. Just the smooth head slips in but it has you stir in your sleep and push away— sliding him back out and turning away with your back against him.

He gives you a moment to settle back into your slumber before spooning you from behind. He tries again and this time it was a successful invasion.

You finally feel something slip inside your walls and your eyes snap open in shock. The tender kisses along your bare arms soothe your racing heart.

“Good morning dear”, he whispers while giving you another minute before he began moving his hips.

“Sosuke! My love. It’s very early”, you moaned, both in annoyance and in pleasure.

“Love is not bound to time, my dear”, he replied while picking up the pace from behind.

“Sosuke. Let me have another hour of rest. I’m very tired”, you begged, but your begging was not convincing enough.

“And I have grown tired waiting for you. Let me have what is mine”. He was not going to let you sleep until he came inside you twice.

And once he did fill you up, you became restless instead.

“Another round my dear?”, he suggested, his cock already halfway there.

🆆🅾🆁🅺🅿🅻🅰🅲🅴 🆂🅲🅰🅽🅳🅰🅻

If they had jobs in the world of the living. - part 1

Warning: SMUT, NO MINORS, MORDERN AU, short imagines/drabbles.

AIZEN, GRIMMJOW, JUSHIRO, KENPACHI, SHUHEI, SZAYELAPORRO

Aizen - University Professor

You had questions. You had many questions. And he always had an answer.

It was way past his office hours, yet he still stayed behind to answer your questions. You were a studious student and he intended to reward your diligence. 

You read out loud the poetic phrases you supposedly were struggling to interpret. 

However, you were now struggling to articulate. 

He had an interesting way to lecture you— bent over his sturdy old desk, his naked hips connected to yours and his movements flowed like poetry itself. Your words spilled out, interrupted with the occasional ‘ahhh’ and ‘mmmmph’.

Eventually, he increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping added to the rhythmic beat. At this point, there were no elegant words flowing out of your mouth and you had become nothing but a moaning mess. 

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Grimmjow- Gym Trainer

You hated squats! You couldn't get the form right and it would hurt your knees. And you were growing frustrated.

Grimmjow, your hot personal trainer, had a perfect solution for your squatting problem. 

He stood behind you and guided your motions. “Hinge from the hips. Get that ass touching me”. 

Well, you got the hip hinge part pretty quickly. Your round, soft butt would stick back and out, brushing up against his hand. No wait. His hard abs? His leg? Wait. It was too pointy to be any of those body parts. 

You tried again, movement coming from your hip joints and you stuck out your ass, your stretchy yoga pants accentuating your movements. 

You slowly grind up against him again. You gasped. Did it just grow and twitch? 

“That’s it! Give me 10 of those”, he encouraged. 

The encouragement was enough to keep you going and not question anything. You gave him perfect 10 reps and with each rep, that thing you touched with your butt kept growing. At this point, you know what you were tapping. However, you chose to remain oblivious and innocent. 

After your last rep, you straightened yourself up and squeezed your butt muscles together. You felt the burn in all the right spots! Knees did not hurt. Guess he was a great trainer after all!

“Good job! Now you want to learn how to do some deep sumo squats?”, he asked.

You turned around and noticed the visible tent in his pants. 

“Sure”, you replied. Might as well entertain him and yourself. 

He guided you to the back of the gym and let’s just say you became a master at the sumo squats very quickly. You gave him 3 sets of 20, while he laid on the floor and you used his erect dick as the target for your pussy to sit into.  

“Fuck ya!!! Feel the burn baby! Ya feeling the burn?”

“Yes yes! I feel the burn ugh…i feel the burn!”

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Jushiro - School Teacher 

“Mommy always says you're so beautiful”, the little girl said to her preschool teacher that morning. 

Your daughter and her innocent, unfiltered mouth got you into this mess. 

Mess as in— making out with her teacher— in the classroom after a parents teacher meeting. 

You couldn't avoid it. He approached you with what your daughter had said and you couldn't deny it. He was a gorgeous angel who fell from the heavens. And you wanted a taste of that celestial being. 

And a taste you got! His tongue was really dancing around in your mouth. His hips were grinding against yours, your body pinned against his desk.

You were ready to throw away your dignity and your clothes with it. You could feel his arousal growing-- his hard erection poking you between your legs and teasing your clit as it rubbed against your tight yoga pants. Yes, you were that one parent who wore yoga pants and a crop top to your child's 'parent's teacher meeting' just to have the divine teacher notice you.

Now that he noticed you, you wanted more. Your hand trailed down his chest and towards his pants but he grabbed your wrist to stop you from proceeding any further.

“I can't do this. Not here. The kids sit on those desks. And I have to come back to this place tomorrow". He paused for a second and glanced at the wall clock. "What about the parking lot?"

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Kenpachi- Car Mechanic

He finished giving your car a good tune-up. Now it was your turn!

His greasy, unwashed hands leave stains all over your clothes and he has you spread out on the back seat of your car. He roughly slams his 10 inch cock into your pretty pussy, shaking the entire vehicle with each forceful thrust.

He pulled out his cock and admired how it glistened with your juices. “The oil is very dirty. Gonna replace it”. And he shamelessly stuck himself back inside you.

He doesn't hold back when he unleashes his load inside, unbothered by the fact he creampied you to the brink. He pulls his cock out with his dirty hands and slaps the sensitive tip against your swollen clit, making your flinch. 

“Gotta change the dirty oil often. Come back every week for a fresh refill”.

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Shūhei- Newspaper Editor

Shuhei was beyond stressed. There wasn't much news to report on anymore. Which was a good thing, right? Not for Shuhei. 

Where was the scandal? The tea? The crime?

You, one of the reporters, walked into his office looking just as bored. You were wearing your revealing, low cut top and short skirt. It was always a good idea to look alluring enough to get people to talk— spill the beans— you called it. 

But Shuhei was about to spill his beans. The blush on his face was hard to conceal. What was even more obvious was the growing tent between his legs? 

You thought you were being cautious when you gave him a delicious blow job under the table. Little did you know the newspaper photographer was hiding in one of the supply closets.

The next day.

Headline with a photo: 

Recent scandal in the office: City's most beloved and hard working editor caught in action with a staff member. Eyewitnesses say it began with a simple taste test and quickly escalated into a full-course meal. The editor looked truly refreshed and recharged afterward. 

You wanted some tea. And here you were served a delicious fresh brew with extra rich cream.

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Szayelaporro- Fertility Doctor

100% success rate on the first round. 

What was his secret? 

This was your first visit. The assistant did some blood work and took your vitals. And like any other doctor’s office, you waited….and waited. You almost drifted off while laying on the exam table. 

The doctor finally walked in with a needleless syringe—thicker and longer than usual—filled with his patented ‘magic solution’.

You were already striped and barely covered up by the short and tight hospital gown. 

He didn't say much. Nothing was explained. No risks were discussed. No consent was taken.

His pink hair disappeared between your thighs.  Your legs were already propped up on the stirrups, giving him a perfect view. He parted your soft lips with his hand, the latex fingers rubbing gently against your clit. Your response was unavoidable— a gentle moan had escaped you.

A small grin tugged on his lips but he remained professional and continued to separate your folds, making an opening for his syringe to penetrate through. 

Now he had to insert the entire 8 inch syringe deep inside you until the tip kissed your cervix. You shuddered beneath him, self-control slipping and your mind giving away to momentary pleasure. 

“You shameless creature”, you heard him whisper from below.

A blush grew across your cheeks but you did not stop him. He began to flick his wrist, plunging the syringe in and out of your hole, making a sloppy, slippery mess out of your pussy. 

“This is perfect! The extra fluids and the muscle contractions will help carry the liquid inside and deliver it to the precious egg”, he explained and closely observed your body go into spasm.

He injected the mysterious fluid inside, your body happily accepted it and not a single drop was wasted. 

You quickly changed and made your way out the door, gathering your shame with you. 

Yet you hesitated at the doorway, a burning question pressing on your mind.

“Do I need to have sex with my partner right away?

“Not necessary at all. In fact, you have already conceived”. 

100% success rate was no joke.

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Forgot to give credit where credit was due. Thanks for the suggestions @whatshernameis @kryptoniteforsale

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. 

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“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.

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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. 

“Look at you, a slutty mess. So beautiful, I want to keep making a mess out of you…..forever”.

- Grimmjow, Kenpachi, Shinji, Kisuke, Nnoitra

“I am addicted to your pussy. That vulgar sounds it makes, the sight of it swallowing me whole, the sweet juices dripping like honey, and the feeling of it soothing my achy cock”

- Shunsui, Aizen, Gin, Shinji

“Let's just sit in the moment. Let us feel connected, physically and emotionally. I have no other place to be right now— just inside you.”

- Aizen, Jushiro, Byakuya, Yhwach, Izuru, Jugram

“Don't worry. I will try to make it as painless as possible, although I can't make a promise on that”.

- Mayuri, Szayelaporro, Bazz-B, Unohana, Nnoitra, Kisuke

“Ah princess, the way your pretty pussy flutters around my tongue and greedily pulls it in. It was definitely worth skipping lunch.”

- Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Yoruichi, Gin, Shunsui, Renji, Kisuke, Szayelaporro, Shinji

“That's it, my beautiful. Cum on my cock. Let daddy take care of you. Use my cock as your pussy stress ball”.

- Ryuken, Isshin, Shunsui, Kenpachi, Iba

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. It’s perfectly natural. And you know how much I love the unadulterated, natural things about you. So don't hold anything back. I will love and cherish everything you give me.”

- Shunsui, Isshin, Jushiro, Aizen, Shinji, Rose

“Oh no! Is it too much? I'm sorry. Should have said something sooner. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to feel the same pleasure you give me. Your pussy is like heaven and I want to take you there with me!!!”

- Renji, Izuru, Jushiro, Rose, Shuhei, Ichigo

“Knock knock? Who's there you ask? Come on now, don't be shy. It ain't the big bad wolf. Just a hard cock, eagerly dripping cum. So open that pussy for me, baby. I know, I know, cringe. But you love it baby, you love my cringe.”

- Askin, Kisuke, Isshin, Gin

“Hmm? You want to cuddle? You know that won't last long. What? You know exactly the hold you have on me, woman. Don't play innocent.”

- Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Kenpachi, Starrk

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I will say that everytime I cum deep inside you. Ahh Shittt…I love youuuu!!!”

- Everyone!!!

long-haired Shinji come back to meeeee

THE WIVES ARE GOING AT IT

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 😭

Cat Aizen joined the kitty club 🐈

He would be 100% a Maine Coon.

aizen finally getting cancelled for his wrong doings (you all know what happened to shinji..)

take all my silly little bleach doodles

drawing with thousand year blood war spoilers under cut

some doodles i did yesterday!!