He isnât the best at it, but he sure puts all his heart into itâkissing and licking without stopping, making you moan shamelessly without letting you catch a breath.
âI-Ichigoââ You moan, your voice barely audible.
âMm?â He stops for a second, looking up at you, his face covered in your wetness, his eyes adoring. Ichigoâs hands press against your legs, keeping you still as he touches your pussy with purposeful intent.
âP-Please⌠Please make meâŚâ
âOf course, [Name].â He dives back in, licking you all the way down âI got you.â 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. âMy beautiful womanâŚâ
His tongue moves with calculated precision, worshipping you, relishing each second. In the stillness of the morning, he whispers praises youâd never expect from a man like him. âYou taste so good, my love.â
Your mind crumbles under the weight of his words, his mouth working you over with unshaken focus. âI wonât stop until youâre satisfied.â He murmurs, and you know he means it.
TĹshirĹ
He takes pleasuring you very seriouslyâfocused, precise, determined to be the best for you.
âDo you like it like that, [Name]?â He asks between kisses, slurping against your cunt, teasing your clit with each flick of his tongue. âRight there?â
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.
âT-TĹshirĹ, baby⌠F-fuckââ
He doesnât 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 absâanywhere you want.
Renji
Renji is the type of man who researches before trying something newâand he always wants to try things with you. His goal? To leave you shaking after every experiment.
âRenji, c-can youâŚâ
âWait a second, [Name]âŚâ His brows furrow. âSoâŚI should lick like this?â He glances at his phone, then leans in and drags his tongue over your cunt. But when he looks upâsees your parted lips, the way your chest rises and falls, the absolute wrecked expression on your faceâeverything stops.
âShit⌠Sorry, baby.â And then heâs all in, no more overthinking, just feelingâthe 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 itâkissing everywhere, collarbone, chest, bellyâbefore slowly kneeling in front of you.
âIshida?â
âShhh.â His fingers part your folds as he adds. âBe still.â His tongue flicking against your throbbing pussy while his piercing gaze locks onto yours.
âOh myââ Â The intensity is overwhelming, a sharp contrast to his usual composed self. His dominant nature remains, even when heâs the one on his knees.
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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
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He never meant to leave you behind. That much, he convinced himself of. When SĹsuke Aizen turned his back on the Soul Society, when he abandoned all the familiar corridors and ancient rules of Seireitei, it was strategy. Power. Ascension. You were the only variable he didnât account forâan ember he expected to extinguish with time, only to find it glowing brighter in the deepest recesses of his mind.
He thought of you often. Every day, in fact. At first, in idle passing, your voice when you scolded him for staying up too late, your eyes narrowing whenever he made a comment too smooth to be innocent. But soon, the recollections became consuming. Your laughter haunted the silence of Hueco Mundo. Your scent lingered in phantom moments. And at night, when solitude pressed upon his mind like a curse, Aizen would sit alone in his throne, eyes half-lidded, hand wrapped tightly around the painfully hard member sitting between his legsâ breathless and murmuring your name like a sacred mantra.
He sent Ulquiorra to watch you. Of all the Espada, he trusted him to be emotionless, clinical. He didnât want your life disturbed, only documented. What you wore. Who you smiled at. Who you visited. How often you laughed. And when the Fourth returned one day with a quiet, âthereâs another man present,â Aizen didnât blink. He didnât speak. But the temperature in Las Noches plummeted, and the throne room fell into silence. His knuckles went white around the armrest. That night, he didnât touch himself. He couldnât. The thought of someone else having your smile, your time, your body, it was blasphemy.
So he sent Ulquiorra one last time. Not to watch. To seize. âDo not harm her,â he said, voice low and calm, but filled with a promise of torment should that order be disobeyed. And when you awakened, dazed in the sterile white void of Hueco Mundo, he stood waitingâstill pristine, still polishedâbut something in his gaze was⌠fractured.
You didnât run to him. You didnât even speak. You just looked at him distainâlike all the warmth you once held for him had rotted into something bitter. âYou betrayed us,â you said, your voice steady. âYou betrayed me.â That was your answer. And it destroyed him.
But Aizen didnât falter, at least not fully. Not in front of the Espada, not in front of Gin and Tosen. He remained composed, commanding, ever the god ascending. But when it was just you⌠when the doors closed and you stood across the room refusing to flinch under his gaze⌠he shattered. Not visibly, not yet. âI think of you,â he whispered, walking closer. âI thought of you every day. I touched myself to the thought of youâevery inch of you, every sound you make.â And then, impossibly, he sank to his knees before you, his emotions no longer an abstract concept. They spilled from him, heavy and undeniable.
âLie if you mustâ say it, even if you hate me. Say you belong to me, say it was always me.â
Your silence was the cruelest cut. So he rose again, and this time, his voice turned velvetâ dangerous and irresistible. âYou will,â he said. âYou will remember how it felt to be mine.â
He didnât need KyĹka Suigetsu to manipulate you. No illusions. No lies. He would give you the truth instead. Every fevered thought, every unspoken cravingâhe would pour them into you. His lips would find yours with the precision of a man whoâd memorized exactly what you craved, drinking in your breath like it belonged to him. His hands, used for control and conquest, now trembled as they traced the curves he worships. He would take his time, relearning your body like scripture, whispering your name against your skin as though it could summon the past. And when you trembled beneath him, when your voice cracked in that familiar way, he would take youâover and overâuntil your body surrendered underneath him, until it betrayed you, until it remembered the man your mind swore it forgot. He wouldnât stop until your walls broke, moaning for him to consume you, until desire eclipsed reason and all that remained was the truth: you were always his.
Because SĹsuke Aizen does not yearn often. But when he does, it is absolute. And he only ever yearns for you.
Just a little more guilty pleasure until i finish the kissing game for my bleach boys <3