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Hell in Pink Heels: An Aizen/A Dead Spy Fanfic (collab. with Nutmeg)
Posted February 23rd, 2011 at 12:07 PM by A Dead Spy
Updated February 24th, 2011 at 03:38 PM by A Dead Spy
Updated February 24th, 2011 at 03:38 PM by A Dead Spy
(Special thanks to Nutmeg for beginning this fic for me. I had a blast finishing it, more so than I probably should have.
Aizen and Bleach belong to Trollmaster Kubo. ADS is me.)
Aizen walks in wearing pink heels.
"Those are mine!" ADS shouts. He's done it again. Aizen's gone and taken his shoes. ADS wonders what other things Aizen might have taken out of his closet.
"But look at what they do for my legs. Look how long they look."
ADS didn't look. He didn't want to indulge himself. "Take off those stupid butterfly wings. It's not Halloween."
"What's wrong, my friend?"
"Nothing," ADS lied. He knew it was coming. He knew Aizen would prance over to him, wrap his arms around him and...
"Your heart says otherwise, my friend..."
The burning whisper in ADS's ear confirmed his terror before he even finished the thought, as Aizen's hand gently caressed his cheek, his other arm wrapped tightly around him.
"Aizen, you dirty bastard," ADS swore, "If you don't get your slimy hands off of me, I'll-"
"Oh? Still saying such empty threats?"
Indeed, for all his hatred toward the man in the butterfly suit, ADS was more terrified than he ever could have imagined. The sheer smooth sensation of Aizen's hands traveling across his skin was more than enough to scare him speechless, for which Aizen took full advantage of as he set him up for a deep, yet tender kiss.
"Just as I thought," coolly whispered Aizen, "You're making words your lips... and your heart don't want you to speak. Even your eyes... those pretty, weeping eyes... they see right through those lies you speak... they see full well that you desire me, and me alone... my friend."
ADS, for his want of a better description, was chilled to his spine, stunned completely at Aizen's gaze into his very soul, to say nothing of their prolonged kiss.
'It only figures he'd spew such romantic ******** at me.' he thought, 'But still...'
"... At least give me those damn shoes back, you snake," snorted ADS. "You look ridiculous in them anyway."
Without a moment's hesitation, the pink heels were off of Aizen's feet, as Aizen grabbed then grabbed on to ADS's leg.
"As you wish, my friend..."
And as if straight out of a fairy tale, Aizen slipped the pink shoe gently onto ADS's foot, then repeated with the other shoe. A warm, yet undoubtedly creepy smile entered Aizen's lips as he delicately stroked his leg.
"They do suit you far better, after all," cooed Aizen. "They make you such a pretty sight to behold... transcendent of what makes a man or a woman... don't you agree, my friend?"
ADS only grumbled, knowing full well the futility of resistance at that moment. After all, it was clear as day to him that Aizen was a force far beyond ADS's control, one that there was no escape from, whether or not he truly hated him.
"So, my friend..." Aizen calmly proposed, "care for me to get you into that dress of yours now? Or perhaps I can make you some tea while I wait for you?"
"Piss off," ADS grunted. "You know I hate tea."
Aizen and Bleach belong to Trollmaster Kubo. ADS is me.)
Aizen walks in wearing pink heels.
"Those are mine!" ADS shouts. He's done it again. Aizen's gone and taken his shoes. ADS wonders what other things Aizen might have taken out of his closet.
"But look at what they do for my legs. Look how long they look."
ADS didn't look. He didn't want to indulge himself. "Take off those stupid butterfly wings. It's not Halloween."
"What's wrong, my friend?"
"Nothing," ADS lied. He knew it was coming. He knew Aizen would prance over to him, wrap his arms around him and...
"Your heart says otherwise, my friend..."
The burning whisper in ADS's ear confirmed his terror before he even finished the thought, as Aizen's hand gently caressed his cheek, his other arm wrapped tightly around him.
"Aizen, you dirty bastard," ADS swore, "If you don't get your slimy hands off of me, I'll-"
"Oh? Still saying such empty threats?"
Indeed, for all his hatred toward the man in the butterfly suit, ADS was more terrified than he ever could have imagined. The sheer smooth sensation of Aizen's hands traveling across his skin was more than enough to scare him speechless, for which Aizen took full advantage of as he set him up for a deep, yet tender kiss.
"Just as I thought," coolly whispered Aizen, "You're making words your lips... and your heart don't want you to speak. Even your eyes... those pretty, weeping eyes... they see right through those lies you speak... they see full well that you desire me, and me alone... my friend."
ADS, for his want of a better description, was chilled to his spine, stunned completely at Aizen's gaze into his very soul, to say nothing of their prolonged kiss.
'It only figures he'd spew such romantic ******** at me.' he thought, 'But still...'
"... At least give me those damn shoes back, you snake," snorted ADS. "You look ridiculous in them anyway."
Without a moment's hesitation, the pink heels were off of Aizen's feet, as Aizen grabbed then grabbed on to ADS's leg.
"As you wish, my friend..."
And as if straight out of a fairy tale, Aizen slipped the pink shoe gently onto ADS's foot, then repeated with the other shoe. A warm, yet undoubtedly creepy smile entered Aizen's lips as he delicately stroked his leg.
"They do suit you far better, after all," cooed Aizen. "They make you such a pretty sight to behold... transcendent of what makes a man or a woman... don't you agree, my friend?"
ADS only grumbled, knowing full well the futility of resistance at that moment. After all, it was clear as day to him that Aizen was a force far beyond ADS's control, one that there was no escape from, whether or not he truly hated him.
"So, my friend..." Aizen calmly proposed, "care for me to get you into that dress of yours now? Or perhaps I can make you some tea while I wait for you?"
"Piss off," ADS grunted. "You know I hate tea."
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What the hell am I reading?!?Posted February 23rd, 2011 at 01:06 PM by Reven 
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A crackfic that went too far, yet not far enough. Yeah, get used to that feeling when reading one of my oneshots from here on out. I go all ****ing out on being disturbing.Quote:Originally Posted by Venitas
What the hell am I reading?!?Posted February 23rd, 2011 at 01:35 PM by A Dead Spy
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I could learn a few things from you then lol.Quote:Originally Posted by A Dead Spy
A crackfic that went too far, yet not far enough. Yeah, get used to that feeling when reading one of my oneshots from here on out. I go all ****ing out on being disturbing.
Posted February 23rd, 2011 at 02:09 PM by Reven
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LOLLLLLLLL
Posted February 23rd, 2011 at 03:02 PM by superplough
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XD Awesome.Posted February 23rd, 2011 at 04:07 PM by animegurl
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OHMAGAWD O_O WHAT IS THIS?!
I totally laughed my head off freakin' amazing.Posted February 23rd, 2011 at 05:10 PM by KateSawyer
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Oh my god, I just discovered this.
I...I love it. Posted March 4th, 2011 at 12:00 PM by Vaikyuko
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