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I love/hate when people fall for in universe propaganda.
Critics of Bleach complain about how unrealistic Aizen is as a "master planner" claiming it's unrealistic that he's foreseen all the events of the series in advance and that it's annoying how he had his hands in every event.
Problem is, Aizen was bullshitting when he said that. He's not a master planner, he's a master manipulator. His specialty is mind games, not planning in advance. Don't get me wrong, he's quite good at executing his plans, but he takes a lot of credit for things outside his control as an intimidation tactic
The fucker's special ability, the reflection of his soul is the ability to make hyper realistic illusions- Of fucking course he's a damn liar to his core!
I'm not going to downplay Aizen's intelligence- he's actually quite smart, but he's really good at adapting his plans on the fly and claiming he saw the setback in advance. Since he says it with an entirely straight face, one would tend to take him at face value- if we didn't see flashbacks and we see exactly how much involvement he actually had
He isn’t the best at it, but he sure puts all his heart into it—kissing and licking without stopping, making you moan shamelessly without letting you catch a breath.
“I-Ichigo—“ You moan, your voice barely audible.
“Mm?” He stops for a second, looking up at you, his face covered in your wetness, his eyes adoring. Ichigo’s hands press against your legs, keeping you still as he touches your pussy with purposeful intent.
“P-Please… Please make me…”
“Of course, [Name].” He dives back in, licking you all the way down “I got you.” His tongue flickering against your pussy more rapidly until you reach your orgasm.
Byakuya
Byakuya is the type of man who takes his time, making every touch feel planned, determined, every kiss a slow-burning tease. His lips trace a path over your body, his voice smooth like a calming breeze. “My beautiful woman…”
His tongue moves with calculated precision, worshipping you, relishing each second. In the stillness of the morning, he whispers praises you’d never expect from a man like him. “You taste so good, my love.”
Your mind crumbles under the weight of his words, his mouth working you over with unshaken focus. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied.” He murmurs, and you know he means it.
Tōshirō
He takes pleasuring you very seriously—focused, precise, determined to be the best for you.
“Do you like it like that, [Name]?” He asks between kisses, slurping against your cunt, teasing your clit with each flick of his tongue. “Right there?”
Before you can answer, he dives in deeper, his tongue pressing into you while circling your clit with his thumb in a way that has your body trembling.
“T-Tōshirō, baby… F-fuck—”
He doesn’t let up. His fingers start thrusting into your pussy, moving fast and his mouth relentless. Your legs try to clamp around his head, but he pushes them apart, refusing to stop until you melt all over his mouth, his abs—anywhere you want.
Renji
Renji is the type of man who researches before trying something new—and he always wants to try things with you. His goal? To leave you shaking after every experiment.
“Renji, c-can you…”
“Wait a second, [Name]…” His brows furrow. “So…I should lick like this?” He glances at his phone, then leans in and drags his tongue over your cunt. But when he looks up—sees your parted lips, the way your chest rises and falls, the absolute wrecked expression on your face—everything stops.
“Shit… Sorry, baby.” And then he’s all in, no more overthinking, just feeling—the way you tremble under him, the way you fall apart so easily when he does it the way you like.
Ishida
He catches you by surprise when he does it—kissing everywhere, collarbone, chest, belly—before slowly kneeling in front of you.
“Ishida?”
“Shhh.” His fingers part your folds as he adds. “Be still.” His tongue flicking against your throbbing pussy while his piercing gaze locks onto yours.
“Oh my—” The intensity is overwhelming, a sharp contrast to his usual composed self. His dominant nature remains, even when he’s the one on his knees.
Another drawn scene from my fanfiction that I still have to upload ahaha— it should display lieutenant Aizen shift of expression the twitch of darker amusement but with the touch of his glasses readjusting his "kind hearted" mask :)
probably tomorrow I will upload the first chapter ~
* I forgot to edit it I uploaded it and posted some chapters already 💚
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・knew exactly what he wanted the moment you were introduced to his division as a new recruit. behind that saccharine smile and those defining glasses was a man already calculating how he was going to make you his.
・always insists he'll train you privately, even though it was supposed to be lieutenant hinamori's duty. no one questioned his antics, merely taking it as their generous captain drawing time from his busy schedule to help the newbie. he was so kind!
・has to have his hands on you at all times. he'll encircle his big hands around yours to help guide your movements in training, brush a hand around your waist if he has to get by you, anything. you never suspected anything out of the ordinary, either. it made him fester with greed.
・one day calls you to his office, allowing you to make yourself at home; affirming that his space was yours (which should have probably set alarm bells off in your head, but he was much too sweet a man for anything nefarious, right?) before asking you a series of questions that really made you think. after leaving your captain who bid adieu with that lopsided smile, your thoughts swirled with doubt.
・from that day forward summons you to his office on a nigh-nightly basis, yet his conspiracy from the first meeting never resurfaces. aizen knows exactly what he's doing by sweet-talking his favourite girl during these secret little meetups. he knows he's winning, and you're still so oblivious.
・knows as soon as he has you folded into his futon that he's really won. he makes ill promises of a new life between breathtaking rolls of his hips, letting your desperate, blissed-out cries do all the talking he deems necessary. he lowers his face to the crook of your neck, kiss-bitten lips run along the column with a final debauched whisper, "you'll be my queen," as he floods your walls with the sticky warmth of his cum.
・declares you the queen of his soul society for all to behold. your heart aches at the afterimage of your old life, but the way your king holds you in his arms and shushes your quiet sobs into the gentle breeze, promising that this is the life you were made for; you were made to rule by his side.
・shows you that smile you've always known when you nod into his chest, your own arms wrapping around him in an embrace of acceptance.
・aizen, who is entirely obsessed with you will never let you go, and you wouldn't change a thing.
did i do good
i really liked this ask!! it flowed nicely in my head (´ ▽`)
i'll most definitely expand on this in a fic soon; i wanted to include more smut but i felt there wasn't much place for me to fit it in besides the one paragraph