#aizen x black reader

[diorsbrando]

I’D DIE FOR YOU (AND I HAVE). ( s.a. )

sousuke aizen & black!fem!reader.

cw ━━ ! minors, blank and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is portrayed as a black woman but you do not have to imagine her that way. using this map of the seireitei as a reference (i searched high and low for a consistent accurate one but it was hard). the first half is set pre-ryoka invasion / pre-soul society arc. the second half is aizen-centric (from his pov told from the 3rd person) and set post-tybw arc, years after he was sealed away in mugen, also including mention of events from vol. 1 of can't fear your own world (a light novel that's post-tybw & can be considered canonical); so all this being said: SPOILERS i guess???? of course you're welcome to read if you don't care about spoilers! somewhat based on 'die for you' by the weeknd & even more loosely based on 'dark red' by steve lacy. contains themes of heavy-ish angst, existential crises (?) & inner emotional turmoil within reader + aizen (separately). descriptions of character death, blood and violence. descriptions of manipulation/mind games. aizen is an unkind man. proofread (i did my best).

word count ━━ 11k

notes ━━ ! the way this fic was supposed to finished a month ago...but life once more gets in my way. and the way that it's this long....i anticipated the max being 10k but i greatly underestimated how long it would take to flesh out my idea. anywho i'm somewhat reentering my bleach era again. i’m not sure what it is but character analyses in the form of fanfiction is my jam rn like i really enjoyed writing this (i got tired of the length by like... 7k words lmao) but i like how this turned out. i've watched & read quite a bit of content that provide explanations as to why aizen is the way he is so i wanted to try my own portrayal of that in the context of canonical events. how i characterized him here is partially inspired by a fic i read about him last year so shout out to them for their support :D i hope i've depicted and humanized aizen well ♡. reblogs + commentary are heavily appreciated!!!!!

THE PAD OF YOUR THUMB SLOWLY glided against your bottom lip, the lingering aftertaste of jasmine tea still on its surface and on your breath. The absentminded motion of your thumb caressing your mouth, as if in deep contemplation, continued as you stared at the clock hanging on the wall above you.

It was past eleven, and the midnight hour only continued to draw near as time sustained its temporal march. And there you sat at your desk, floating in the limbo of your mind that was filled with hesitancy and admittedly, budding anticipation.

Your gaze lowered to the now empty porcelain cup, nothing remaining of its contents except the shriveled remnants of herbs and a few wayward drops of the brew.

Your senior comrade, captain Sōsuke Aizen, was correct in his prediction that you'd take a liking to its floral and delicate taste when he gifted you a jar full of the jasmine tea leaves as well as other ingredients.

The captain of Squad 5 seemed to be correct about a lot of things.

His intelligence and foresight, along with his kind and politely witty disposition, were qualities that you found somewhat charming, and gradually drew you closer to him.

Being the current third seat of the 9th company, your barracks and those of squad 5's were relatively close to each other's, so often you'd catch glimpses of and run into Captain Aizen on a pretty normal basis. Over the years, the conversations that bounced between the two of you expanded past the realm of formalities between a higher and lower ranking officer, and instead ranged in territories from literature, to art, to food & drink, and even to the politics of the government for which they were soldiers for.

Sometimes, you found it hard to believe that you managed to befriend a man like him. A man who seems to have mastered the balance between being a gentle soul, helpful to others, but also possessed enough refined power and skills to be named a captain within the Gotei 13.

Especially a man who wasn’t even of your own squad.

Despite the increasingly friendly relations and generally pleasant conversation, there were few moments where Aizen's words didn't feel quite. . . . real━ he didn't feel real. He spoke eloquently, often relying on figurative language to further illustrate his point and to breathe meaning into seemingly plain and meaningless words. But at times those words, his tone felt stained; stained with some substance or color you couldn't quite place. An enigmatic façade was painted over his speech, and it took too much mental capacity to try and find your own meaning in it.

So you'd often brush it off. Your over-reliance on your own reasoning that 'you weren’t able to come to a conclusion because there is no problem a conclusion could be generated from' successfully quieted your mind’s voice. You'd also frequently blame exhaustion, or your newfound hobby of watching human psychological crime shows during your off days for these subconscious ideas you had.

But you feared that the request Aizen made of you yesterday, the source of your current predicament, couldn't be blamed on any of those things. You looked at the clock again before returning to stare at your empty tea cup. For what reason could Sōsuke Aizen wish to meet you outside of the 1st division barracks? Specifically at this hour? You immediately thought of his question as uncharacteristic of him but prevented yourself from jumping to any further conclusions.

Aizen was a reasonable man, and you were sure there was a reasonable explanation.

With a final sigh of acquiescence, you stood up from your sitting position to retie your yukata before slipping a thicker, dark colored haori on top. You were unsure how cold it was this late at night or how long you'd be out, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

You paused for a moment, glancing longingly at your vanity mirror a few times, clearly torn between a decision, before giving in with a soft groan. Grabbing your favorite perfume, you quickly spritzed the spray onto both your inner wrists, either sides of your neck, and stray areas on your clothes. You’d proceed to make sure your hair was in order and your lips were as moisturized and glossy as a pair of tear-filled eyes before making your way to the door and slipping on your sandals.

Meeting with a captain— with Aizen of all people— in the dead of night resembled too closely to forbidden lovers rendezvousing under a fruit tree to fulfill their desires of embracing one another, with no one but the moon as their witness. The comparison alone caused the apples of your cheeks to burst aflame with embarrassment, and you lightly chastised yourself for even indulging in such an inappropriate train of thought. Such a scenario seemed far too deluded to even be considered ‘wishful thinking’.

But those delusions still seemed to make more sense than whatever other conclusion you have yet to reach.

Making your way out of your personal quarters, you activated your shunpo technique, stealthily hopping from one rooftop to the other in an effort to make it to Squad 1 barracks quicker.

After several minutes, your mind mostly engulfed with the 'what if's', the soles of your sandals finally touched ground, and you stood a few feet away from the massive walls and bridges that connected to and from the barracks. Even at night you were able to make out the bold-printed kanji for the number 1 that was painted on the building.

When you arrived, even from a nearby rooftop, you didn't see anyone around. Feelings of confusion and worry began to creep up and flicker to life in your mind.

But, as if your thoughts were as audible, you felt a light breeze of wind behind you, a familiar sound that indicated someone had made their presence known.

Startled, you reflexively reached for your zanpakuto, when you remembered that you hadn't even brought it with you. It still laid against the wall near your bed, just where you placed it earlier when you were relieved of your duties for the day.

You didn't think you needed it necessarily if you were just going to meet with Aizen, hence why taking it with you slipped your mind.

The flickers of concern were swiftly extinguished as your brain caught up with your body upon realizing who just appeared. A relieved sigh left your lips, a breath of air that seemed to release all the tension that had a grip on your heart and wound tight within your muscles. "Ah! Good evening Captain Aizen. You caught me off guard for a moment there."

"My apologies, that was not at all my intention." The Fifth Division Captain sported a dark colored scarf, his long captain's coat and the standard shihakushō all Gotei officers were supposed to wear. In the sash around his waist resided his own sheathed zanpakuto. His tawny hair maintained its usual part but looked slightly tousled, yet still remaining so in a meticulous fashion that made it look intentional.

The state of his hair alone, and his current facial expression made Aizen look more . . . approachable if that’s how you were to describe it. There was a glint in his eyes that you had seldom seen before.

"Thank you, for making your way down here to accommodate my rather. . . . atypical request. I again extend my apologies if I have inconvenienced you in any way."

You shook your head in reply, "It's alright, I wasn't doing anything too important anyway. Just having a cup of tea and delighting myself in a book before bed."

You glanced downwards at the foot or so of space that was wedged in between the two of you. You forced away the murmurs of your lingering thoughts that took note of how the moonlight and shadows danced across the surface of Aizen's face just right, and emphasized his decidedly handsome features.

"But having a complete and good night's rest is important to be fully functional in all areas of one's performance. Wouldn't you agree?"

You couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yes, I do agree with that sentiment."

Aizen all but hummed in acknowledgement, letting a moment of silence fill the air before speaking again.

"Shall we be on our way?"

You nodded in agreement, following him as the both of you walked about the First Division grounds. From what you could tell based on your position, your aimless nightly stroll drew you closer to where Sokyoku Hill was located. The area became increasingly more grassy and contained less buildings.

Although Squad 1 grounds weren't terribly far from either of your barracks, you still weren't sure as to why Captain Aizen wished to meet out here. Initially you thought that perhaps he was just fond of this particular scenery, but really it could have been anything.

But still, you believed Aizen always had a purpose for everything he did.

After several moments, his warm voice replaced the evening silence, vocalizing your current thoughts. “I assume you are contemplating why it is I have asked you here, and I’m afraid the reason is quite benign. Truthfully, I just wished for your company. I often go on night walks to clear my head after a long day and thought I might invite you to join me this time, and have a conversation with each other."

Your brows shifted upwards, for that was not quite the answer you were expecting. It seemed too . . . simple. “Really? You just . . . wanted to talk with me? Plainly?”

The Squad 5 captain let out a short, soft laugh at the disbelief that was painted on your face. There was an expression of fondness present in his eyes and in the light smile he offered you. “Yes, exactly. I quite enjoy our discussions actually, they’re intellectually stimulating and relatively pleasant. You crossed my mind, and before yesterday, it has been quite some time since we’ve had the opportunity to unwind and talk.”

You hummed an mhmm in agreement, tearing your eyes away from Aizen’s side profile in favor of the hem of his captain’s haori, watching how it danced in the soft breeze. It seemed to be less distracting than the way Aizen peered down at you from time to time.

"I see. I am. . . . truly flattered by your words, Captain Aizen; you're too kind. Forgive me for asking but," you took longer strides so that you could fall into step next to him━ as if to speak to him more directly, "Why at this time? To talk with me, I mean. It couldn't wait until more . . . . . conventional hours?"

He chuckled again, and answered as smoothly as if he were awaiting you to ask him that. "Unfortunately, today's tasks ran a little long today, so I had to stay at my office later than usual." The spectacled man paused for a moment, before setting his soft gaze on you, "And besides, that completely defeats the purpose of inviting you on a night stroll, doesn't it?"

You ignored the heat flaring up in your cheeks again. Your mind refused to move past the fact that you had crossed Sōsuke Aizen's mind enough times━ or the times that he thought about you were significant enough━ and highly enough to invite you into his realm and indulge in these moments with him, when he very much could have done that alone.

A tender smile appeared on your lips, more towards yourself than the man next to you. "I. . . suppose it does."

The ashen-white moon only rose higher in the sky, providing an ambiance of tranquility as the both of you talked about whatever crossed the surface of your minds. Other times, the stillness of the night did the talking, and you'd listen to the leaves, and the wind, and the crickets sing together in harmony. Gradually as you walked and the beaten path grew more narrow, your figures drew closer together, until you could feel the long sleeves of his haori brush against your own.

You hadn't noticed that the two of you eventually stopped walking and paused under a tree until Aizen struck up conversation once more. When he called out your name in that gentle, velvety voice, you swore your heart was going to lurch out of your chest. The sound of your name rolled of his tongue so smoothly, the desire to hear it again grew within you.

"Uh━ yes, Captain Aizen?"

"Are you satisfied with way things are at the moment?"

You stood next to him, perplexed at his inquiry due to its vague nature. "Um, what. . . . things? I'm afraid I don't understand what you're asking."

The wind brushed Aizen's dark ochre tresses across his face as he took a step towards you, like the breeze itself was pushing him towards you. "Hm, perhaps I should be more clear then. Are you content with being a soul reaper? Are you satisfied with being a soldier for the Soul Society?"

With your brows slightly furrowed in thought, you remained silent for several seconds and overanalyzed his every word, trying to predict where he might be steering the conversation now. The longer you thought it over, the stronger that nagging feeling from within your soul became. The one that often told you what he was asking wasn't exactly . . . it didn't quite feel . . . . .

"This feels like a prelude to another insightful discussion on Shinigami━ and by extension━ Seiretei politics." Your words cut off your own thoughts, as if your mind was trying to sweep something under the proverbial rug.

Aizen huffed in amusement, before lightly shrugging, leaving your statement definitively unanswered.

You sighed as you seriously considered his question this time. "I mean sure, I guess. I'm somewhat satisfied with my job and all of . . . this," gesturing your hands in the air around you to emphasize your point. The 5th Division Captain made another humming noise, indicating that you still had his full attention. He inched a little closer into your personal space.

The mere action caused your next words to die in your throat and a quiet chuckle resounded from his, before your thoughts revived themselves again.

"Of course things could always be better but. . . . y'know. This is just how it is." You weren't quite sure if you should voice negative opinions about the Soul Society so plainly to a senior officer, even if he was the one who asked you in the first place, so you treaded lightly.

The same plainly relaxed smile from earlier remained painted across his lips, held in his chestnut irises was an emotion akin to affection. He seemed somewhat pleased that you were expressing your thoughts with him.

“And you? Are you satisfied, Captain Aizen?” You were unable to keep the teasing endearment out of your tone as you returned his gaze, casting aside the notions of Gotei officer seating and ranks for the moment. The air seemed like it shifted━ towards what, you weren't sure of━ but it kind of made you feel like you were adrift, floating in isolation from everything else around you.

It was still hard to process that you were alone with Captain Aizen right now. . . . at night.

A low hum reverberated within his chest, contemplative in nature as he replied, “Perhaps.”

The wind whistled lowly again, erecting goosebumps on whatever part of your skin happened to catch the midnight breeze. You fought the instinctual urge to twitch towards the nearest source of heat, which happened to be Aizen. Now that would be even more wholly inappropriate than the 'lovers meeting at midnight' scenario.

The silence between the both of you was brief, but comfortable nonetheless. Once more his mellifluous voice cut through the quiet, leveled and calm, like still ocean waters.

“Come. I want to show you something,” Aizen reached his arm out towards you, your spine as straight as if someone stuck a metal rod dipped in ice water down your robes.

The captain's movements seemed steady and slow━ it had felt like time itself had hesitated for several moments. You thought he was going to . . . . well you weren't sure what he was going to do, and that's what you made you nervous.

Was he going to touch you? Cradle your cheek? Remove a stray leaf that happened to land on your head? You were left somewhat dangling in anticipation, not daring to flinch backwards because you felt it would be disrespectful or offensive. You hadn't even blinked, subconsciously fearing that this was only a very vivid daydream.

But alas, when his arm drew near it extended past your head, slightly above you, and held a small branch in his palm it like a delicate flower. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding, but that breath drew short again when your gaze was eye level with his lower neck and chin.

He seemed . . . . closer.

“I think that regarding the condition of the Soul Society," Aizen began in a quiet voice, referencing his own reply to his earlier question, "and therefore my thoughts about it, is akin to this set of leaves on this branch."

Snapping out of whatever stupor you seemed to have slipped in, you exhaled softly before stepping back a bit to look at what he was talking about. In his palm he cradled a wayward branch that grew from one of the other sturdier branches of the tree. The green foliage of its arms had started to weaken and dull in color. The cold air due to the seasonal transition to autumn caused the leaves become brittle, nearing closer to the edge of death.

The sound of just how brittle they were resounded in the air when Aizen thumbed the leaves in between his fingertips, observing their texture with pity laced in his small movements.

"These leaves will fall off as it gets colder. And soon, the rest of this tree will be bare as well. When the time comes, when the right circumstances fall into place, the old die to make way and usher in the new; it's simply the way things are. I think of the Soul Society government is structured in a similar manner."

You hung onto his every word, like he were imparting crucial wisdom to you. Even though you were a bit confused on the last part, and on the connection between dying leaves and Soul Society, you still listened intently, waiting for him bridge the gap between the two.

"The Soul Society as it is now can be thought of as a season. And this particular season, this climate has remained so for several centuries. How can nature continue━ how can we continue to progress when the old have yet to be washed away by the currents of time? It defies that of nature, yes?" He directed this question at you specifically, in search of your agreement.

You nodded your head, tearing your gaze away from the branch and directed it at the grass beneath your feet. Your brows furrowed a little as you mused over Aizen's words. He gave a rather ambiguous answer before but now, his words sounded like vague displeasure and muted criticism. Everyone was entitled to their opinion, and on some fronts, you'd sometimes agreed with the 5th Division Captain. The Soul Society was far from perfect, too much emphasis on nobility and status, the government resembled too closely to an oligarchy . . . But you didn't━ wouldn't voice these thoughts, though.

Instead you hummed quietly under your breath. There was that tugging sensation again. This time it told you that there was something deeper to this conversation than meets the eye. But what could there be? Was there anything at all or were you just overthinking it?

The voice-like sensation in your soul was calling out to you, but you couldn't hear it that well or quite make out what it was saying. It's as if someone was calling out to you in a crowded room that had music playing on the speakers: you felt like if you listened hard enough you could make it out but ultimately, the result would fruitless.

"And when that happens," Aizen continued, "sometimes nature has to be gently nudged back on track to keep things moving smoothly. That may require . . . shaking the tree. Pulling a few harmful weeds from one's garden, so to speak."

"Weeds?" You echoed. You felt like you understood this analogy and therefore what he was trying to say, but at the same time you didn't. Or was it . . . . you didn't want to understand what he was implying?

Because if you were interpreting his words correctly, if he were inconspicuously comparing the higher-ups and the government itself to dying leaves and harmful plants that needed to be removed, then . . . .

"You, dear child, are a mere weed in this scenario."

Wait, what did he just━

Your thoughts were cut short when a gush of air that smelt strongly of Aizen━ warm oak, vanilla, and a kind of musk that you weren't sure how to describe but was still pleasant all the same━ brushed against your face and took you by surprise.

But there was another aroma that arose, steadily becoming more apparent alongside the increasingly painful throbbing feeling you felt in your abdomen.

It smelt metallic. And it was something that you've smelt all too many times before.

It was blood.

Your gaze that was initially narrowed in confusion lowered as it followed the source of this pain. Your eyes slowly widened in as you struggled to comprehend the blade that was currently ran through your torso.

Aizen's blade.

"Actually, instead of weeds, a more accurate and befitting analogy perhaps would be blades of grass. You unfortunately have to step on them in order to reach the weeds you want to remove."

You couldn't really focus on what the captain was saying, because your brain was still struggling to process what the hell just happened. Your hands slowly rose from their sides and shakily grazed the zanpakuto, wanting to believe that if you touched it, it would pass right through your fingers like mist. But no, the sensation of cold steel was as real as the robes you wore on your back. You only just now are processing the muffled squelching sound of his sword impaling your flesh.

You wanted to scream, to cry in pain, to vomit, to push him off━ something. But all you could do was stand there, stunned, words completely failing you. "Wh. . . . what? Why did . . . . you . . . . "

A cough replaced your attempt at a comprehensive sentence, and you tasted iron in your mouth.

Fuck....was this really happening?

"Please don't push yourself trying to talk," His voice was like an index finger to one's lips, similar to a parent's gentle caress to quiet and sooth their child, "You'll only hasten your death. And I'm sure you wish to know the reason for my killing you, yes? You'd have to be alive for that."

'Killing me?' 'My death?' The certainty that rang in his words chilled the blood in your veins, and they confirmed the one conclusion you hoped wouldn’t come true: that you were going to die.

The frigid embrace of fear and dread engulfed you from behind and you shivered, causing the blade snugly lodged in your organs to shift. The pain of that foreign object moving even a little bit shot through your entire body, causing a groan to emerge from your throat.

Desperate to conserve your energy and the oxygen that was becoming a little harder to take in, your breathing became uneven and a little wheezed. Even then, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet the gaze of Captain Aizen to confirm if this was really happening or just an extremely realistic and vivid nightmare. The sight you might be greeted with could be more frightening than the actual impaling of his sword.

As if his betrayal couldn’t actually or figuratively cut you any deeper, just then there was a noise that grew louder and louder within a matter of seconds until it was almost deafening. You’ve distinguished it to be the sound of glass crackling.

Your surroundings formed cracks everywhere on its surface, like it was just an oversized window. Even on the grass you stood on, or what you thought was grass, began to crumble away.

A dumbfounded but panicked look was plastered on your face when your world literally shattered around you, the only remnants of it being you and the Captain.

What was underneath the mirage━ or you should say, the fact that it was a mirage at all━ only disturbed you and increased your perplexity.

Slightly hunched over and breathing heavily, it took a minute to process where you were, but you noticed that now the two of you stood in a formal room that looked like it was used for important meetings. The lights in the room slowly started to brighten, most likely due to motion sensors. Even with Aizen's scent lingering in your nose, you could still pick out a rather stale aroma that hung in the air like dead fruit that hadn't fallen off the tree.

"Is . . . this Cen . . . tral━ "

"You are correct. Where we currently stand is the assembly hall for Central 46, the judicial power of the Soul Society. All judiciary as well as legislative trials and proceedings are held here."

All around the room were seats with partitions, the kanji for 1 through 46 printed on them. In the seat for the 19th member, your gaze caught onto something on the translucent barrier. It was a little farther up so you had to squint your already blurring vision to see it properly.

You saw, and your heart promptly sank as a result, eyes widening once more.

There were splatters of a dark colored substance on the partition━ undeniably blood. And the lithe, bony fingers of an older man laid lifeless, peeking out from the side of the screen like the appendages themselves were trying to escape from the body they were attached to.

That man . . . was dead. That stale aroma you smelt was the stench of death.

It was only after that unsettling epiphany did your eyes dart frantically around the room and realize that every member of Central 46 was dead.

The disturbed expression on your face only intensified as your stare was pulled back down to where Aizen's blade still resided in your body.

" Cap.....Aizen," you uttered, swift to correct yourself. All the moisture in your throat dried up like water underneath the unrelenting rays of the sun. You kept gulping your saliva in an attempt to assuage the sensation, but relief only last for a fleeting few seconds. "Did you ━ you killed them . . . didn't you?" Your question was laced with shaky hesitance and swelled with apprehension, fearing that you already knew his reply even before he answered.

There was a moment of silence and a hum before he replied. "Smart girl."

The muted mirthful tone in his voice sounded like sarcasm, and it was enough to finally draw your attention away from everything else and directly look at him. Almost instantly, you regretted it.

His umber tinted gaze was colder than you remembered. You couldn't find anything in his eyes that hinted that all of this was just a big misunderstanding, or a dream, or that Aizen had a secret sense dark and complex humor.

This was your first, and apparently your last time, that you have ever felt a fear such as this. Your mind was struggling to comprehend this was the same Aizen that spoke with you so gently, full of encouragement and wisdom. The same man that recommended you books to read and gifted you tea to drink and gazed upon you like . . .

Well, none of that mattered now. In this moment, Sōsuke Aizen wasn't the same man anymore. This Sōsuke Aizen was someone else, and it frightened you.

"When?" you croaked, your voice no longer sounding like your own. Nothing felt real anymore. "W-When did you . . . . . how? Why?"

Another noncommittal hum resounded from the spectacled man as he closed his eyes, feigning the action of thinking of an answer. When he reopened them, his narrow gaze returned to you.

"Everyone in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads was previously aware that the ability of my zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu, allowed me to confuse the enemy using bodies of water, mist and even moisture in the air in order to attack. However, that is not my zanpakuto's actual power; there is more to it than just simple confusion. Kyoka Suigetsu's true power is Complete Hypnosis. Essentially, when someone looks at my blade, I am then able to take control of that person’s five senses, causing them to believe that something is real ━ or that something isn't real. In a way, once glancing at my unsheathed zanpakuto, that person forfeits their sense of existence to me. Kyoka Suigetsu is quite flawless in its deceptive abilities."

A heavy silence, aside from your uneven breaths, endured in the space between both of you. You didn't need him to spell out what he was trying to say.

It was all . . . . an illusion. A convoluted, premeditated illusion. And you walked right into it without even knowing or considering, that it was all fake.

The Fifth Division Captain inwardly smiled at the despair clearly written on your face as he watched you mentally put the pieces together. He took your lack of reply as a sign to continue. "The members of Central 46 have unfortunately been dead for quite some time now. And as for your question of why......"

The taller man stepped towards you which inadvertently (or purposely, you began to fear), drove his sword deeper into your abdomen without warning and slight force. You bit down on your bottom lip hard to stifle your exclamation of pain. In an attempt to somehow resist him, with the little strength you had left, your hands automatically took purchase in his oversized sleeves, but it did nothing. You found it ironic that you could feel how warm Aizen was underneath his robes, but his soul was anything but.

" . . . . I believe I already mentioned it earlier, yes? All flowers die eventually and the weeds......must be removed."

At that moment you remembered that tugging sensation that told you something felt off in some instances whenever you talked with Aizen. This must have been what it was. Damn it all. You still didn't understand exactly what bad things Central 46 and the Soul Society have done to cause his actions, but based on what you've been told and your current position, it must have been heinous. Again, you actively swallowed the urge to vomit.

"You . . . you lied. I can't believe━ how could it have all b-been a lie?" Another nasty cough rattled your body, followed by a shiver and a groan.

The brown-haired man slightly tilted his head, like he was truly confused. "Lied? Hmm, well. I suppose you could put it that way based on your limited knowledge of the circumstances, but I wouldn't put it that way. Besides, this isn't really about truth or lies. It is, and always has been, only about the reality of what is. And what is, is that you were unable to anticipate my deception. No one could, because it was outside the domain of your thoughts. What is, is that the current way the Soul Society operates is tainted, and I shall be the one to remedy it."

You drew another shuddering breath and looked down at the ground with a grim expression as your blood continued to pool at your feet. Briefly, you even considered unsheathing yourself from his blade and take the chance to make a run for it, but the chances of you making it to the outside world, let alone coming across someone before you bled out and died were slim. Besides, it was clear that you couldn't even trust your own senses anymore after Aizen demonstrated that he had complete control of your reality.

Which reminded you of something else.

" . . . when?" you asked the same question again, but much quieter than before, despair palpable in your voice. 'When and how did you subject me to your zanpakuto's Complete Hypnosis?', is what you were really asking. And being as intelligent as he was, the spectacled man understood.

Abruptly, with a large palm on the small of your back, Aizen used his gentle hold grip to pull you towards him in order to close the remaining distance, causing him to drive the remaining length of his zanpakuto all the way through until the tsuba of his blade rested against your stomach. You looked like a skewered piece of meat.

You didn't have the willpower to hold back the piercing shriek of agony and physical anguish as tears sprung forth from your eyes. You could no longer tell if your blurry vision was due to your tears obstructing your sight or if it was from being a step away from death's door.

"Do you remember . . . the first time we met?"

The hand that rested on your lower back slowly glided upwards until his fingers found your jaw. With a tenderness that reminded you of a time before his betrayal, he lifted your chin and guided your gaze to look at him directly. His thumb moved to graze your bottom lip just as you've done mere hours ago━ as if he knew that, as if he watched you do it. His thumb was dangerously close to slipping inside your mouth and that both excited and scared you. Your breasts against his, your breaths synchronized with his, your body and his were fully pressed against each other and it made focusing on his question more difficult.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The first time . . . we met? Sure, with a little bit of effort you could easily recall the first time you formally met Aizen. It was sometime in the spring, and you remembered him running through combat formations with his lieutenant and the rest of his squad. But why d━

A silent gasp left you. Another epiphany, another figurative blade piercing your heart.

Battle formations, and he . . . offered you to join them . . . his zanpakuto . . . . .

Confusion crumbled away, and was replaced with vacant horror and sadness. It seems you've already been defeated, for many, many years now.

Aizen seemed to murmur something under his breath, a pleased sound you couldn't quite decipher. His mouth brushed over yours, rendering you literally speechless, before he closed the distance and brought your lips together. You could barely process what was happening.

It was ironically tragic how soft and skillfully gentle his lips were against yours. The kiss felt longing, like a departure between two sweethearts and their last meeting together. It also felt heavy and final, making you want to cry.

And you did. Silent tears streamed from your eyes and rolled onto the fingers that still held your face so affectionately. The captain reacted by guiding your chin up a little further, dipping his head a little lower, so he could deepen the kiss. You weakly scorned yourself for thinking about how the two of you must really look like lovers now, sans the sword sticking out from your back.

Oh, how cruel this was; how cruel he was. It was cruel for him to kiss you like this, hand still splayed on your back like he needed to touch you stay sane. And how cruel it was that still managed to enjoy it, even as you stood there dying. Your lips moved together in tandem, slow and almost passionate, all while tears stained the apples of your cheeks, drying up the plush youth that once resided in them.

Aizen's tongue had slithered its way into your mouth, and you suddenly felt like crying harder. There was a tart, sweet flavor lingering on his tastebuds, and you absently wondered what is was. Perhaps hibiscus from tea, you surmised. And he too tasted the sweet jasmine and citrus that clung your tongue and lips. At this, he chuckled quietly into your mouth, humming before retracting from you by a few inches so he could speak.

"I knew you would like the tea. It's sweet and flavorful, isn't it?" You hated how low his voice was, how its timbre pleasurably vibrated and rumbled against your lips, and you hated that lidded stare he gave you. You again thought it unfair that you couldn't even revel in the rare sight of Aizen's lips slightly wet because your lips were intertwined with his.

"I have to thank you for humoring me and my recommendations. I really appreciated it. And I also," you winced loudly and cried out in affliction as Aizen finally began to withdraw the sword from your body, "must to bid you farewell now. It seems you don't have any more time left, and this has dragged on for longer than it needed. I'm not surprised you've held out for this long, as I already knew you possessed commendable strength. But alas it wasn't enough. I am sorry that you have to die; it's rather regrettable that you happened to be that blade of grass that ended up underneath my foot."

Another wail was yanked from your chest as he steadily removed his sword from your abdomen. The pain was becoming excruciating, you would have collapsed by now if the taller man weren't holding you.

You saw two things before the light in your eyes had all but faded away. The first were the colors of faux pity and apathy that swirled in Sōsuke Aizen's irises, spiraling like a storm that was certain to wreak havoc in its wake. His gaze was devoid of any regret or remorse; the final metaphorical nail on the coffin. The second was a small smile.

But this wasn't one of his smiles you were familiar with. No wait . . . . the one you knew was simply a veneer of what is.

This smile was slanted, the corners of his lips tilted upwards and was sharp. Sharp enough to cut open your already gaping wound further and completely tear you apart, spelling out your demise. It looked insidious as if it were hiding razor-edged fangs. This was what is; Aizen's real smile.

"I. . . I see. Aize. . . ." were the last words you were able to manage. You didn't have the strength to be upset or hurt any longer, so you gave in to the exhaustion.

Your body permanently relaxed, long lashes veiling your now empty eyes as your arms lifelessly dropped to your sides. The captain found a disturbing amount of pleasure in his name being the final word you attempted to speak before succumbing to the sleep of death.

And even after the fact, the facade of doomed, star-crossed lovers persisted as your body slumped backwards. Aizen's strong forearm wrapped tightly around your waist being the only reason you didn't fall to the ground in a puddle of your own blood.

That day was the last anyone saw of you, your zanpakuto still laid idly in your room, its spirit destined to forever wander in the afterlife between worlds alone, eventually fading from existence without ever feeling the presence of its master again.

They had declared you missing by the end of the next day. Lieutenant Hisagi was probably the most perturbed about your sudden disappearance. Days, weeks passed, and they never located you. The Gotei 13 was left unsettled by the lack of progress, but ultimately had to rule your case inconclusive. Some believed that you were simply killed by a stray hollow, or even ran away from your duties because of the stress.

The news of what happened spread like wildfire across all the squads, that a high-ranked officer just up and vanished without a trace. The spirits and morale of the thirteen companies dampened, sorrow and worry swelling like a festering boil.

And that boil burst when Ryoka infiltrated the Soul Society, and when it was revealed that all of it was carefully orchestrated by Sōsuke Aizen.

Like a blade of grass that somehow snuck into one's sandals or in between their toes, during his time in Hueco Mundo, images of you flashed in his head at unexpected times when his mind was quiet. He'd remove the grass, tossed you aside, and moved on with his day. There was no room for you in the grand scheme of things. Such reminisces were beneath someone like him.

And yet.

He'd always find another piece of grass from the greenery he stepped on whenever he advanced a step in his plans. There you were again.

It was common knowledge that if you kept repeating the same action over and over, it will eventually wear you down.

━━━━━━ 鏡  ━━━━━━━

It was dark, and there was nothing.

There had been nothing for quite a long time now. Utter darkness and the abyssal shade of black engulfed every inch of Aizen's body and surroundings.

He saw nothing, the seals over his eyes too opaque to let anything through. And even if they weren't obscuring his vision, he would barely be able to see three feet in front of him; there was seldom a few lanterns in his cell to begin with. He felt nothing but the bindings that kept him imprisoned in one of the deepest pits of the Seireitei. At times it felt like even his internal organs had stilled in their functions. He heard nothing but the unrelenting quiet of his cell within Mugen's maw. The only thing that served as proof that he hasn't spontaneously grown deaf yet was the occasional muffled noise that originated from outside of the entrance. And even then, he could hardly hear much of anything.

Such is an ironic fate for someone who, with a stray thought and a glint of his blade, could control someone's senses and take away their free will to experience those senses in their reality. And now, he was stripped away of all of his in nearly every capacity.

Sōsuke Aizen was rendered stationary and stagnant, qualities he detested and were the antithesis of his ambitions and plans, perhaps even his existence.

Aizen had always believed in being in control of your own destiny and making your own choices; if you had the opportunity and the power to change something━ especially if it was something that was wrong, unfair or immoral━ then one should be able to move towards that goal by making change, even if by force. The former captain had always been intentional about his actions and his desires right from the start.

And yet, here he ended up.

Spending years strapped to a chair in this dark, cloistered hole, Aizen had nothing but time to reflect the reason for his arrest: that orange haired Ryoka boy, Ichigo Kurosaki. He had nothing but time to admit to himself and settle on the conclusion that his last battle with the substitute Shinigami . . . did something to him.

Fighting the Ryoka boy ignited something inside him that he previously believed would forever lay dormant.

The thrill of a challenge.

Adrenaline was injected into his veins with each clash of their swords, spreading far and wide across every inch of his body. It no longer reacted in the measured, calculative manner he had programmed it to, but with unadulterated, pure instinct and raw power━ all in an effort to not only withstand such potent spirit energy from his opponent, but to come out on top and win.

It made him feel alive.

Aizen's desire to be the victor in battle and in his philosophy━ to prove himself right━ both fueled him and consumed him so thoroughly it led to his own downfall. That was a rather difficult fact to acknowledge; so much so his head started to pulsate intensely whenever it crossed his mind one time too often.

All of it unfolded right in front of his eyes and yet . . . he didn't really see it happen.

As time passed during his perpetual incarceration, with hooded eyes, the former captain spent an unfathomable amount of time tossing and turning every single event that led him to this underground prison, even pondering his temporary release by the Head Captain Kyōraku to fight in the war. Scenarios both minor and significant displayed itself in front of his mind's eye as if he were watching a film.

Every so often, a blurred visage of your image would make a brief appearance, like the flickering sparks of a match before they were able to come to light, fading away into the void and were overshadowed by his other thoughts. It was as if his own consciousness and intentionally muted any manifestations of your existence in his memories. As if he wasn't able to or allowed to see them━ to remember you for too long.

Mentally reliving moments from the last several months, years, decades, centuries━ trying to analyze each moment and decipher where it could have went wrong━ turned out to be quite an exhausting task. His mind and body would grow heavier with inertia, and eventually he would succumb to the alluring pull of slumber. After some time he would rouse from his sleep, and continued from where he left off.

These were his daily activities day in and day out (even though he had trouble distinguishing day and night in his chambers) for years. He saw a positive side to it though. He'd instead think of it has him getting stronger because he had spent so long . . . thinking. Ruminating. Contemplating every possibility in the past, present, and future. His mind would become as sharp as his zanpakuto.

Aizen had always been intentional about what he did, what he said, and how he conducted himself. He was sure in his abilities to orchestrate an image━ a belief for others to have faith in, and act on it in order to further his goals. He was always sure in that image, knowing who he was and what he stood for.

Or at least, that's what he thought.

Aizen wasn't consciously aware that his certainty in this crafted image had already begun to waver. He could not and was unable to anticipate how severe these small fractures had become until after a certain lieutenant paid him a visit outside his cell of confinement, right before he was scheduled to be thrown back into that dark hole of the Mugen.

Lieutenant Shuhei Hisagi was quite emotive when he burst through the doors. His expressions were contorted in volatile mixture of frustration, anger and sadness. His emotions were every which way, directed at everything that has happened so far, including himself. He was especially emotive at Aizen specifically for what he did to former captain Kaname Tosen and 'corrupting him with his twisted ideals.'

Aizen found amusement in that.

Before he was rolled away by the punishment force and therefore out of earshot, a particular set of Hisagi's words caused the small, content smile on his lips to uncurl ever so slightly. "Everything . . . and everyone that has ever gotten themselves involved with you has been trampled on by you and your ideals one way or another, and they all end up dead. If you think what you did to Captain Tosen was justified━ to call it mercy . . . . . then there is truly no justice in this world. You will . . . forever be the enemy in my eyes."

There was a trembling anger in his voice. Pain that wanted to cry out and be set free but, the thin lid of reason prevented it from doing so. And after a moment of silence, the corners of Aizen's lips curved upwards once more. A little bemused, a little more wolfish this time. He maliciously imagined Hisagi's reaction if he ever discovered the true reason for your disappearance.

But instead, all he said was. "What an interesting thing to say, Shuhei Hisagi. Your conviction is admirable." Any evidence of emotion that might have been reflected in his sepia irises was swallowed up and obscured by the darkness of the Mugen's jaw.

The cracks in Aizen's sense of self, in his beliefs, in the image he invented started to cave under the weight of Hisagi's words before he himself realized it was happening. They were like stains in the fabric of his mind that refused to come out.

What puzzled him more, was that with each attempt to figure out just why Hisagi's words echoed in his mind, they all lead back to you, the third seat of the 9th squad. Annoyingly so.

The tattooed lieutenant hadn’t said anything particularly profound ━ at least, Aizen didn't think so. Your name didn’t even fall from his lips. So why were memories of you and your likeness the only clear thoughts he could make of Hisagi's speech? Was it because he was aware of how close the two of you were? He doubted the reason were that trivial and insignificant.

His thoughts grew more discordant by the day, his soul a little more weighted than usual. Perhaps these new seals that Urahara had fashioned actually had an effect on him, Aizen thought. It made sense. His intellect, other than his own, were the only ones capable of creating such effective restraints.

After a while, he had a revelation. This was a different kind of weight.

This heaviness, the closest word he knew to describe it as . . . . was loneliness.

Time taunted him as it seemed to drag on━ Aizen grew even less sure of how much━ when he came to this realization. Hisagi's words were a clear mirror to the loneliness that echoed within him after what happened to you and to Tosen. It was so . . . potent, that it seemed to strike some chord in Aizen he had never heard before.

Such a chord, this sound of loneliness, it was strange and uncomfortable; he wasn't very fond of this sensation. He'd try to scrub it away, but it was all for naught.

His eyes had slid shut at some point, his ruminations leading to dead ends and wearing him down. And, almost as expected, there you were again, in all your translucent glory. The hem, the sleeves, and even the smell of your yukata slowly dragged across his dreams, haunting his thoughts like a lonely wraith.

And Aizen hardly dreamt of anything.

When he regained consciousness he was plagued with yet another epiphany. An additional reason behind this newfound depth.

Aizen's own loneliness. Guilt. Much to his own quiet horror.

How foreign and unusual a thing like guilt is. It was like looking into a mirror and not recognizing something you had never noticed before, but wondered if it had always been there.

But the thing Aizen did recognize, how lonely he actually felt, was something he had hoped would never resurface again. It was a notion he hadn't had the time or regard to consider━ 'loneliness'. Its only purpose, if any, was solely to serve as a motivator. At times though, it was more like a hindrance.

Something akin to nausea slowly started to bubble up in the pit of his stomach, but he suppressed the sensation before it became any more intense.

What of his previous actions did he need to feel guilty for? He hadn't felt it then, so why would he feel it now? Again he ruminated such a question endlessly into oblivion.

The former captain had no doubts that his plan to remove the Soul King, and therefore the Soul Society's sins, were necessary.

Nor did any hesitancy about removing the opposition or dead weight━ whether shinigami or arrancar━ existed.

He certainly had no reservations against killing Kaname Tosen, for he knew the man well enough to know that Tosen would have been so thoroughly appalled with what he had become, it would have drove him mad.

So what was it, then? Why were such useless emotions as guilt and loneliness being amplified n━

"Y....know, S....."

Even covered by the seals, Aizen's eyes widened and his brows were slightly furrowed in distress. Had his mind finally tipped the scales of sanity and madness, to the point where he was hearing things?

It was quiet for several moments longer, before his senses caught onto the sound of water dripping onto a hard surface.

One drop at a time.

Its cadence a little too rhythmic to be natural. And for a second time, he heard that soft, ominous sounding whisper. Its voice a little clearer this time.

"You...know.....Sōsuke."

In the second it took for his eyes to flutter shut behind its seals to blink, when he reopened them, he was no longer sealed to the walls and floors of the Mugen, nor was he surrounded by every shade of darkness imaginable. His limbs and senses were finally freed to breathe for the first time in what felt like ages.

That relief was short-lived when his senses absorbed the unending landscape of water underneath his feet, water lilies lifelessly floating on its surface, and the dim sky illuminated by a full pale moon.

Aizen was in his inner world, and now he was aware of how he got here, or rather who brought him here.

"You . . . already know the answer to that question, Sōsuke." The voice was even more clear, its sentences more comprehensible. And it sounded it eerily like you.

Why the voice was impersonating your likeness had caught him off guard for half a second, but he realized it was only the work of his zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu.

An illusion it may be, there was an untouchable quality about your voice and how you spoke that even Kyoka Suigetsu couldn't replicate.

A few feet away from him, the water was disturbed by a being emerging from the depths. Ripples formed around a manifested version of his zanpakuto, who took the form of you, smiling ever so gently. The smile felt airy, and it didn't seem like the same one that haunted his dreams and every waking thought as of late. It felt....knowing.

Still, the former captain couldn't be bothered to maintain eye contact with his sword spirit, so he turned around and opted to keep his unreadable stare trained on the vast expanse of water and white lilies.

"It's been quite a while since I have stepped foot into this realm. There must be something you want . . . Kyoka."

The zanpakuto chuckled, it sounded like the way you would softly laugh at one of his clever quips. But this wasn't you.

He didn’t want to admit that something about that fact didn’t sit right with him.

"Judging from your tone, would I be correct in assuming you don't want to be here?"

Silence rang out within the soul scape, before Aizen interrupted it, his gentle voice colored a shade darker, and a little rigid. "And I fail to see the reason why you must take that form when you revealed yourself to me. Is your aim to get a reaction out of me? Or something along those lines?"

Your eyes━ the eyes of Kyoka Suigetsu━ narrowed at its master's back, as if they were trying to create concavities in his skull. But the expression was washed away the moment it appeared, the serene smile from before was back in place.

"You know . . . it's considered quite rude to not look at someone when you're addressing them. That, and when you deliberately ignore things they say. Your manners have been deteriorating, Sōsuke. Tsk, tsk."

Kyoka-dressed-as-you suddenly appeared before him, as if they had teleported. Even when they were in his peripheral vision, Aizen still maintained his stare off into the distant nothingness.

"Unless, you can't find it in yourself to look at me. . . that's correct, isn't it? It's because I look exactly like her, right?" The zanpakuto continued to provoke him, taking a step closer into his personal space.

With an exasperated sigh, his eyelids fell shut for a second, using that time to gather the strength he didn't know he needed, and directed his gaze to meet his spirit's. Aizen's face gave nothing away, but his heart lurched about his chest when his bronze eyes met with yours, or what was made to look like yours. The undesired affect it had on him was all the same.

"If you wish to chastise me about manners, I suggest you take your own advice. You didn't answer my first question, either: what is it you want? Why am I here?" Again the former captain chose to not address the other parts of Kyoka's statement. For the sake of his sanity and his thinning patience━ or was it to preserve his resolve?

Its smile widened a bit, moving another step closer to their master. God, Kyoka even smelled like you, mimicking your signature honeyed scent that Aizen didn't realize he found so intoxicating until this very moment.

"I called you here to save you from yourself."

Aizen remained silent, only narrowing his eyes in speculation. "Meaning?"

"Didn't I already say it earlier? I think you already know what I'm talking about, Sōsuke. You've always known."

Fate's pairing of Kyoka Suigetsu with Aizen was a match crafted from the spindles of heaven, but also a maddening curse pulled from the depths of hell, for they complimented each other a little too well. The zanpakuto was too perfect a reflection of Aizen and his soul, looking at it started to hurt his eyes.

His sword spirit insisted that he already knew the reason for his coming here, and perhaps he did have an inkling the moment the light of epiphany was shone on his profound loneliness and guilt. But that couldn't have been what it was referring to . . . . could it?

"You cannot feign ignorance here, my dear Sōsuke, however I do find it rather humorous you bother trying. If you'd like, I don't mind humoring you by spelling it out for you. I'd be glad to unearth the truth that you have buried in the most neglected corner of your heart."

"When you were . . . . subjecting yourself to such mental torment, it had an affect on this world as well. The ripples, the waves in this scape become quite . . . tumultuous." The nuances in your voice were perfected by his zanpakuto, but the way it talked sounded like a fog that was gradually closing in from over the horizon. The uneasy feeling that resided in his chest traveled down to his stomach, but Aizen's face remained steely, even when Kyoka Suigetsu took that final step to close the gap in between them. "And the reason for that, the reason why Hisagi's words rattled you so is because you regret killing that woman."

The creased line in Aizen's brow grew more prominent as he stared down his sentient sword spirit. With its breast pressed against his, they placed a hand on his clothed chest in a tantalizing manner, but he felt nothing. There was no warmth from its palm, much unlike when your hand touched him. There wasn't even a cool sensation either. Even minutes before your death, your touch brought a soothing heat that permeated through his shihakusho and penetrated his skin.

Kyoka's face grew nearer, their smile━ although still tender looking━ grew cold at its edges, nearly resembling that of a predator eager to see despair reflected in the eyes of its prey. It didn't fit the graceful allure of your face at all, and seeing this expression deeply unsettled the former captain more than he would like to admit.

"You regret . . . killing me."

A chill tore through Aizen's body, the weight of Kyoka's words adding onto the heaviness that still hasn't been alleviated from his heart; he was hardly able to suppress the involuntary shiver.

Without warning, Kyoka's mouth suddenly became dangerously close to their master's, its lips brushing against his in a provocative manner. Aizen's expression darkened when he realized that it was reenacting his last encounter with you when you were alive. His mouth started to grow uncomfortably dry, despite his soul scape being full of moisture, and there was a taste on the back of his tongue that's been lingering there since he arrived.

The lilt in Kyoka's tone continued to taunt him. "That is the reason for your guilt: regret. You have been in denial. And in the spirit of unearthing truths, I suppose I can admit that perhaps . . . . I've been . . . . encouraging said delusions, adding drops of fuel into the flames of your emotions and ambitions. But after all that's happened, when it comes down to it there's no point in continuing this hallucination any longer. I've grown tired of this game, so it's time to for you wake up now, Sōsuke. I've brought you here to release you from your own illusion, to completely shatter it."

Aizen's back was as stiff as a board, not moving a millimeter when Kyoka's lips grazed his again. They were breathing softly onto his mouth, but he hardly felt any puffs of air.

The former captain was having a rather difficult time processing the fact that his zanpakuto had its own agenda and had been manipulating his emotions without him noticing. Specifically the emotions he felt towards you.

He never truly believed that such a thing was possible, one's own blade having such a deep-rooted influence━ no, control over their master. Or would it be more accurate to say that he never expected himself to be controlled to such a degree? He that prided himself on being freed from the marionette strings of fate that were tied to his limbs and mind, he that relished being able to do what he wanted, think what he wanted, feel what he wanted━ or what he didn't want━ it was hard to believe that none of that mattered in the end.

Kyoka Suigetsu's deceptive abilities were indeed undeniably perfect. No one, not even Aizen himself could have anticipated that Kyoka's most absolute and complete hypnosis would be enacted on himself.

"Do you know now, Sōsuke? Do you understand?" Kyoka's voice was as soft as a whisper, but it couldn't hide the edges of its tone that were still sharpened from finding amusement of seeing the truth flash across its master's face. "You had destroyed the solution to your existential question of loneliness, before you could fully understand the question itself."

Yes . . . . . Aizen understood now.

He didn't bother acknowledging what Kyoka had said. His grim facial expression━ still, tinged with dolor, and paired with an indescribable, distant look his eyes━ said all that it needed to. His silence was as much as an admission as any.

Kyoka-dressed-as-you leaned forward again to fully close the gap between their lips and Aizen's. Tenderly, like the intentions of a lover, it spoke against his nearly closed mouth. "Have you figured it out yet?"

Nothing but quiet could be heard between them, as Kyoka's mouth moved about their master's face and placed something like kisses upon its surface, but not quite.

Aizen's cocoa-shaded eyes slide down to stare at his sword spirit pressed up against him. His gaze was hard, and yet something swam underneath its surface that his zanpakuto had never seen before. Melancholy, it guessed? They weren't quite sure.

Kyoka pressed on when Aizen remained quiet. "The taste in the back of your mouth. Have you figured out what it was? You know it quite well....."

Aizen's tongue grazed the roof of his mouth, sensing the rather unpleasant taste that has coated the inside of it. And within a moment, because he was faced with the current circumstances, Aizen had finally placed a name associated this particular taste. How unfortunate this was.

Upon his realization, Aizen's head lowered, and his brown tresses hung freely over his lashes. Perhaps it was so Kyoka couldn't properly see whatever remorseful expression painted their master's face, but it mattered not. Even from here, the sword spirit could already sense exactly what it was he was feeling.

And they loved it.

"It's a sweet and flavorful taste, isn't it? Quite lovely." Kyoka Suigetsu mimicked the exact words he uttered against your lips all those years ago when he tasted jasmine tea on your tongue, and sealed your death with a kiss. "It's too bad you don't seem to enjoy it anymore."

Aizen's chest continued to rise and fall calmly, and the hands of his sword spirit that rested there glided upwards to cup his strong jaw, caressing his skin with its thumb. Its phantasmic touch did nothing to stir their master.

"Sōsuke, do you know what the jasmine flower from that tea symbolizes?"

Aizen's lips were slightly parted, but again he didn't say anything. Instead, its corners twitched and lifted upwards by an inch, and he huffed softly.

Kyoka Suigetsu grinned in reply. "Good."

The next time Aizen blinked, he was plunged in darkness yet again. The restrictive feeling that swallowed his being whole had returned, and was an indicator that his zanpakuto had released him from his inner world. He was consciously back in the Mugen, back in this abyss they called a prison cell.

Kyoka was indeed as much as a formidable force in its own right, as much as, if not greater than Aizen himself.

The conversation he had with his sword spirit would be cemented in his head for all eternity. When he grew senile and began to physically wither away, the one thing that would remain vital like a young heart, was this epiphany that he had. This realization that he actually . . . .

As the chains of despair bound him tighter to the bottom of the metaphorical pit, regret and his loneliness corroding his flesh and spirit like metal exposed to moisture, a stray memory of his time in Hueco Mundo flashed in his mind. He recalled having tea prepared for meetings with his Espadas and he could not pinpoint when, but at some point, Aizen developed an aversion for jasmine flavored tea. For one reason or another, he no longer found its taste appealing; whenever he drank it, it always tasted bitter.

Now that reason had become painstakingly clear.

The binding on his mouth muffled a rueful chuckle at the though, and it trapped the flavor of jasmine on his lips.

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you’re in public. that’s right in public. your back arched against the brick wall of an alleyway as he eats your wet cunt from the back. his hands gripped your plush thighs and his thumb parting your ass for more access. his tongue working on your hidden treasure like an hungry animal. “do you like that, baby?” it was enjoyable but, there were people walking by the alleyway you two were in. he simply didn’t care if he got caught eating his breakfast. hell, he’d pull out his cock and fuck the daylights outta you, right here in broad daylight just for everybody to see his cock pulling in and out of your cunt.

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toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, sōsuke aizen (muken), kisuke urahara

[nyimasu]

BLEACH MEN, PART 2

───── 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝑈𝑅𝑁𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝑁

— CHARACTERS : Kuchiki Byakuya, Aizen Sosuke, Szayel Aporro Granz (+ small bonus at the end)

— CONTENT WARNING : implied size kink, wall sex, oral (m receiving), degradation kink, power play, cowgirl position, aftercare with byakuya, bdsm content (flogging, master/slave dynamics, use of a monoglove/armbinder, brat taming), cum eating, an*l, quirofilia, orgasm denial

ANYA'S CORNER : my gorgeous friend loni aka @nagumoan helped me immensely with the bonus part at the end and I can't thank her enough for it. I love you dearly, my beloved. thank you 🤍. you can find the first part here ! also stay tuned for the women version, it'll be out soon aw hope you enjoy this!

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

✧. AIZEN, SZAYEL — POWER PLAY

Both these men are used to be hold in high regard from everyone, whether they like it or not. But the fact is, Aizen and Szayel can put up with your attitude to a certain extent. And for that, they have different aces up their sleeves.

The ex-Captain prefers to have you between his legs, with your sinful lips wrapped around his cock. He might require your "services" at any time, even during his daily meetings with the Espada.

It isn't unusual for them to see the back of your head bob up and down on his girth from under the table, or to hear the obscene squelches bouncing back off the walls to them when Aizen shoves his hand among your locks to push your face flat against the neat bush of pubic hair, making you gag on him while the man talk with either Ulqiuorra or Tosen.

He only does so when you've been particularly infuriating. That'one of the ways he uses to shut you up and convince you to take what he mercifully gives you without complaining.

And when it happens, he doesn't even let you touch yourself as you pleasure him, oh no.

He rather prefers to have you choke on his cum when it paints your mouth white, with your arms restrained in a leather armbinder behind your back. The Espada would look at you, unfazed, when you tilt your head up and press it against his thigh when their boss simply says,

"Open your mouth. Let me see."

You oblige, sticking out your tongue to show him how much of a good girl you can be if he can be reasoned with. Then you swallow with a smirk he reciprocates.

"Now, what do you have to do next? Don't make me repeat myself."

As Aizen proceeds to take off the restraint device, you immediately sit on his lap, waiting for him to wrap up the meeting and continue your business elsewhere.

All while you're covered in nothing but a flimsy replica of his white jacket, of course, so that everyone can see how your nipples push against the fabric and the arousal gushing down your legs soak your partner's trousers.

The one who enjoys the view the most is Aizen himself, of course, even if Ulquiorra doesn't disdain it so much, either.

The same sort of minimum decency can't be assumed of Szayel, however. If you push his buttons, he will strike back twice as hard. You can be unnerving if you put your head to it, and that the Espada can't stand.

So, whenever you're within reach, he'll push you against a wall face first. Do you think he cares if someone sees you? You've been down that road with him countless times. No one is safe with him around, especially you.

"Still want to run your mouth like that, slut?" a sudden sting of pain has you grasping for air, and you turn to see the pink-haired Espada holding the black cat o' nine tails whip he just hit you with.

Maybe it's the voice, his eyes sparkling with sadism or the fact that you're so exposed to others. Either way, a moan crawls past your lips before you can catch it.

And that pushes Szayel to press his body against yours while the flail ravages your skin one, two, three times. The Arrancar thinks he's finally found the instrument which will keep you in place for good.

Jokes on him. You're enjoying your punishment a bit too much. "Oh, Szayel," you coo at him, ass pushed against his growing erection as you grab him by the wrist and raise the whip until it brushes your cheek. "Do you really think such a tiny thing will scare me? Try again, oh perfect being."

Needless to say, after that he's quick to shred your dress to pieces and bare his cock oozing in precum, just to then coat it in your wetness and enter you altogether.

His height consumes the space behind you as he bends over to bite your ear lobe, hand around your throat when he growls,

"And you really think that I'll let you off the hook with just a whip? I'm just getting started with you."

✧. KUCHIKI BYAKUYA — HANDS

Just to stare at him in awe while he takes your hands in his in the intimacy of your bedroom feels like a dream. He has a scorching obsession for your hands, so tiny compared to his.

But to have one of his thumbs stroke soothing circles on the back of your nape while your fingers grab the base of his girth to guide it deep inside you? To moan softly with him when your chest collides with his, thighs pressed on either side of his, at the feeling of it caressing your walls?

You're so tight around him that to accommodate every inch of his draws a breathless string of whimpers out of both.

Everyone is well accustomed with Byakuya's calm manners, with his gray eyes analysing every fraction of their surroundings. And what about the fact he has no desire to be physical with no one but his loved ones?

His true colors escape many souls, except yours.

His resolve to be as collected and serene as possible with you is always wiped out by your touch on him. One brush, and the Captain crumbles, his love scattering and flying around you like a cherry blossoms' storm.

"Easy, my petal. Take your time. I'm in no rush today." a little smile tugs at his lips, but it's nothing compared to what he's truly feeling. To seethe with affection, to be kissed by the intense kiss of adoration... all because of you.

What Byakuya is unaware of yet, however, is that you're also deeply enamoured of his strong grip on you. The moment your ass finally meets the warmth of his thighs, you let out a sated giggle and look at the man under you while you push his hands upward to rest on your butt. Stars dance in the corner of your eyes.

"Y-yes." you stutter, so focused on gaping at his gorgeous face that you almost forget what you're doing.

Byakuya makes sure to remind you that, and his taut muscles under you tense when he shifts position to straighten his back. Now with his shoulders flush against the headboard, the Captain starts to push his hips upward to meet yours in earnest. A whimper even escapes him as you crush your forehead against his, kissing him to steady yourself as he picks up the rhythm.

He's losing his decorum. Again.

Kuchiki Byakuya has you chanting his name pretty soon as he keeps fucking you from under, and you come undone around him just as quick. He lets you make a mess of the sheets — he cares little about such trivial things — and helps you ride out your high with heart-shaped eyes. So, so pretty.

He's a goner, and it doesn't take long for him to join you in the bliss of the moment.

Half an hour later, you are both in the bathtub. You love to have a nice bath before bedtime (the innocent one) and the head of the Kuchiki clan loves to indulge every little habit of yours.

You carry the scent of cherry blossoms in your hair when you lean forward Byakuya, eyes sparkling with love when you tuck a strand of his long, wet hair behind the ear.

Your touch sends electricity down his spine, and before you know it he has scooped you in his arms, giggles filling the air as he places you on the bed to kiss you gently.

Being his lover is the greatest gift you could ever receive, and for you to give yourself completely to Byakuya speaks of unconditional love he treasures as his most most beloved treasure.

✧. BONUS — ANAL SEX

Little reminder: these men love, love being physical with you and sometimes, a few of them will push you over the edge. To almost destroy your every bit out of lust and love, including your ass.

It's theirs to worship, and some of them includes the likes of: Kenpachi Zaraki, who'd take you from behind while his big, strong palms of his hands impact against your ass, spanking you until the skin cracks open and you're nothing but a mess of trembling limbs, sweat and incoherent moans under him. His cock fills you to the brim every single time he's inside you, but to be so full that you beg for him to spread your ass cheeks further for him to ram himself into you deeper is new. And Zaraki enjoys every second of it.

And what about Bazz-B? This troublemaker is always pointing his fingers at others. Man, he does it for a living.

So imagine his surprise when you bring up the wet dream you had about him and that specific scenario. As you talk, you can literally see the gears in his brain spin and bang against his skull.

The Quincy has you on all fours in a second, and his first finger is already prodding your other entrance when he adds the second one. Years of training and use of his abilities left a trail of calluses on them and they press against you as you try to turn, but his other hand grab a fistful of your hair to push your face flat against the mattress.

"You gotta be a good girl and take the heat for me, hm? Come on, I know you can", he whispers and a string of spit trails down his lips and onto his fingertips.

Occasionally, Muguruma Kensei would enjoy it, but only if he's in the mood. You'd have to talk him into it through and through, since he gets annoyed easily by situations he hasn't complete control over. But a few strokes of your fingers around the '69' tattoo on his chest do the trick, and the man flips you over to slip his tongue in the tight ring of muscles above your pussy. It's gushing, your arousal dripping onto the sheets as your whimpers caress Kensei's ears. Oh, and if he feels like going the extra mile, he'd also press a thumb on your clit as he eases himself in you. Overwhelmed by the new angle, you both look at each other. It's hunger, what you see in his gaze, and he groans in your neck just as hungrily as you swallow his dick deep into you with every deep thrust he gives you, ready to stop at the first sign of distress.

But once you relax and he gets the gist of it all, he'll be the happiest man ever.

tags! — @aiztoru @burnishedcrown @stygianoir @romiyaro

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

[gloryhrs]

⟡ 𝓗𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝓣𝐎 𝓗𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ━━ 「 Sōsuke Aizen. 」

✿.*･｡ ꒰ m! reader, slight yandere! aizen. ꒱

ʚɞ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ WHAT was this? This wasn’t a part of his plan. How could he fall for someone as innocent and pure as you? You were naive in every way possible, from your doe-like eyes to your bright demeanor. He loved it. He couldn't think of anyone as handsome as you. Your beautiful brown complexion, that would shimmer in the sunlight and be so tender to the touch, was extremely attractive to him. He could gaze into those big e/c orbs for hours on end without growing tired of them because they could not overwhelm him. Another reason he enjoyed being around you was that you were such a delightful, well-kept person who disliked dirt. No one couldn’t tell him otherwise that you were perfect for him.

He originally wanted to terminate the emotion by killing you, but as soon as he reached for his sword, an awful ache in his chest demanded he stop. Even with all his effort, he was unable to hurt you. He thought it was odd, he never felt this way before, especially for a man. When you were around, his face heated up and his chest began to pound loudly. The feeling was strange, but it felt wonderful. People noticed that the captain acted friendlier than normal when he was around you. He laughed at all of your jokes, followed you around like a lost puppy, and gave you goodnight hugs that would last for around five minutes. When his lieutenant questioned him about it, he swiftly dismissed it and said that you and him were just close friends. But everyone knew that was all a lie.

Because of you, he could tell Byakyua didn't like him. Byakyua was like a brother to you because you had known him for the majority of your life; which explained why he was so overprotective. Aizen would frequently overhear your and his chats when you two were having tea. Byakyua frequently commented that because he was a captain and somewhat unusual, so you should avoid getting too close to him. However, you would dismiss it and claim that he was merely being polite to you and had no hidden agendas. Of course, Byakyua was bothered. Because of his behavior and the way you would respond to it, he didn't enjoy how people would mistake you and the captain for a couple. Obviously, you ignored what he had to say. Aizen made you happy and brought your comfort when needed. So why would you avoid interacting with him? Aizen claimed that he was acting dramatically once more and didn't understand what he was saying.

Being the day of Rukia's execution, it was one of those days when you needed comfort the most. Even if what she did was wrong, you couldn't bear to witness the death of your dear sister. Aizen decided to take you out to the garden to cheer you up and help her in picking flowers rather than letting you stay around all day gloomy and moping (which was uncommon). He watched as you walked through the garden to collect the new flowers that had grown over the previous two weeks. He smiled softly at how you held the flowers up to your nose to give them a short whiff but ended up sneezing. 'How adorable.' He raised the teacup to his lips, the sweetness of the tea gave him a warm sensation in his chest as he thought to himself. His eyes softened when he turned to face you again and saw you walking while carrying a bouquet of vibrantly colored flowers that perfectly complemented your personality. "Captain Aizen! Do you think she’ll like these?" The warm tingling on the man's cheeks started to appear after you gave him the vibrant plants and sat down next to him.

"I told you it's okay to call me Sōsuke when we're alone, and yes, they're stunning." He took one of the flower from the bouquet to place in your hair. When the breeze swept past your hair at the perfect time, you push the frizzy locks behind your ear. Making you appear heavenly. At that moment, Aizen felt his breath hitch in his throat. He couldn't count on his fingers how many times you looked effortlessly handsome. "I apologize, Ai-Sōsuke." You stopped mid-sentence to correct yourself and giggled when a group of butterflies started flying around your head. Considering that when he found you, you were crying and holding your knees to your chest, the man thought it was good to see you smiling again. He vividly recalled the time he spotted you crying because you were being laughed at by other shinigami and he hated seeing you upset. He murdered each and every one of them on that particular day. Nobody could make fun of his darling and get away with it.

"It's all right, my dear." Your delicate doe eyes returned to his as he caressed your cheek. Oh he loved it when you stared into his eyes like that, so innocent without a care in the world. No one else deserved to stare in his direction, but you. Everyone else wasn't worth a lick of your attention; he wanted to be the only person you gazed at. He observed as your lips raised to create the dazzling smile you struggled to conceal. He never stated it out loud, but he hated when you were overly kind with other people. He wanted to be the only one who received your smile. They didn’t deserve your kindness, no one did, no one but him. Even though you two weren't dating, he made sure to get rid of the repulsive shinigami who had asked you out. He would be lying if he said he wasn't possessive of you. Even if it meant eliminating each of them individually, he refused to let them corrupt you given that he knew what they wanted from you.

The lovely moment was cut short before you could respond when he started to pick up the faint sound of footsteps. Which belonged to none other than Hinamori, his lieutenant. "Captain Aizen! The Head Captain has called a meeting with everyone." He paid her no attention as she spoke. You were something heavily more important than that. The attractive man's breathtaking brown eyes fixed upon on your lips before staring back into your eyes, making your cheeks warm up. "Head Captain needs you, S-Sōsuke." You whispered and turned your eyes away as he sighed. "Oh, I see. Once I come back I would like to talk to you about something extremely important. See you until then, my angel." He took your hand from your lap and gave it a brief kiss, startling both Hinamori and you. "O–Okay!"

ʚɞ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ AS you slept soundly in the king-sized bed, Aizen's finger stroked the bandage covering your forehead. He saw as you unintentionally leaned into his contact as the palm of his hand soothed your cheek, which was stained with dry tears. "I'm sorry, darling. It had to be done." You stirred in your sleep as a result of him kissing your forehead, then you opened those stunning e/c eyes he adored so much. "Sōsuke?" Your eyes widened as you noticed that the man in front of you wasn't the one you had previously seen. As you quickly sat up from the bed and moved away from the man, you nearly fell off. When he saw how you moved away from him, Aizen's gaze saddened. Had Gin struck you so hard that you had forgotten what he looked like? If so, he will pay. "Hello, my beloved. I’m not going to hurt you." He opened his arms up, his eyes softened when you hastily crawled closer to him, arms wrapping around his neck tightly.

"W–Why did you do that Sōsuke? Why did you let Gin hurt Byakyua? Why did you betray Soul Society? What did you take from Rukia? Why did you take me?" He frowned as you questioned him nonstop while tears started to form in your eyes. Even though you were crying, you still managed to look like the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He wiped away the tears with his thumb. "It's because I love you, Y/n. Unfortunately, I had to use force since I knew that if I asked you to come with me, you wouldn't. You didn't deserve to be there or to have that thing's control over you. You weren't deserved by them neither. We are far more superior than them. I am able to provide for you in ways that far exceed your wildest desires. I will give you a throne next to mine when you agree to be my prince. They are unable to provide you with that, unlike me." Your plump bottom lip was stroked by his thumb as he restrained himself from giving you the most passionate kisses.

Your heart began to beat rapidly as your eyes widened. But it was wrong; he was now the enemy and traitor of the Soul Society. But despite how much you wanted to do it, you were unable to punch, swear at, or reject him. He wasn't going to let you go, even if you did. This was the same person that was so kind and gentle with you but quickly took out most all the captains. "Sōsuke, I love you as well. But could you promise me something?" His hands stroked l your cheeks, as you looked into his warm, brown eyes. "Anything, my dove." He said calmly, "I'll keep a promise for you if it means keeping you happy and at peace."

"Please promise to me that you won't harm Byakyua or Rukia. And with no complaints, I'll be your prince." You took his hand into yours and gave it a tight and reassuring squeeze. Aizen mentally groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose; he knew it would go like this. Your heart was going to explode from how much you loved them. He once considered killing them as a result of how frequently you mentioned them. "All right, I promise. I won't harm them. My prince, I assure you." He placed a kiss on your cheek, If he wasn't going to damage them then someone else would do it in his place.

He chuckled as his hand grasped your face to force you to look at him. You gave him an adorable grin and rubbed your nose against his cheek. "You have such gorgeous lips, sweetheart." His eyes swept over your lips before returning to your eyes. His thumb continued to slide across it while he spoke. He pushed his thumb past your lips and into your mouth, causing you to slowly suck on it. Before taking out his thumb, Aizen bit his lip. He couldn't take you at this time. As his hands pulled you onto his lap, he instead smashed his lips against yours. His tongue quickly slipped past your lips as the wet muscle invaded your mouth. When you whimpered and pulled on his collar pleading for more, his hold on your waist grew tighter. He started groping your thighs and ass, followed by forcing you to grind your groin into his while your body started burning up. You uttered yet another string of sinful moans in his mouth as a result of the unfamiliar feeling.

"S–Sōsuke. . ." The man continued to fondle your thighs and ass, often giving it a firm squeeze before kneading it using his hands. Although the sensation was completely foreign to you, it was so good that it left you craving more. Aizen smirked at your dazed state. Those pitiful shinigami who asked you out couldn't possibly have made you feel this way. He gently pushed you down, making you land on the soft cushion. His form now towering over you. "Doesn't it feel good, my dear? They cannot make you feel like this. Only I have the power to make you feel this way." His hands held your thigh while the other held yours as he proceeded to move his hips into yours. "Y–Yes it feels so go–good." You stuttered, your hands fisted into the covers underneath you. He could tell from your reaction that you hadn't had a lot of pleasure beforehand, which was fantastic. Someone like you didn't deserve to be contaminated by those filthy shinigami's; he was going to be the one to bring you a world of pleasure.

"You belong to me, understand?" His gaze darkened as his fingers wrapped around your neck, causing you to nod. "I understand, Sōsuke, I'm not going to run or hide from you." He couldn't believe he fell for an angel like you, you smiled as the glint in his eyes faded. "Thank you; I love you, my darling." Before kissing you, his lips brushed across yours; your lips were so velvety and soft that he couldn't stop kissing them. "I love you too, Sōsuke. Can we cuddle?" You asked sheepishly before glancing away, too shy to look him in the eyes. Aizen laughed at your timidity, "Of course, my darling. We can do whatever you want." He kissed your brow and made you and him trade places, with you now on top of him.

Aizen's eyes softened as you nuzzled your face against his chest before closing your eyes and smiling softly. He massaged your back repeatedly as you drew closer, your face now resting in the crook of his neck. "I'm going to give you the entire world and so much more, my love."

ʚɞ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "AH! Nice move Ms. Harribel!" You complimented the woman with brown skin who moved the cheese piece. You'd be lying if you said you didn't love life in Hueco Mundo after Aizen took you from Soul Society. Aizen granted you everything you asked for because he didn't want you to lift a finger when he was close by. He wanted to be the best husband possible for you. Everyone looked at him like he had three heads when he introduced you as his husband. Next to him, you looked like a saint! They thought it was all a bad joke until he asked you to show them the ring he had gotten you. He also threatened to torture and murder them if they did not treat him with the utmost respect. Which you didn't think was necessary, but he believed otherwise.

You had to admit that the Arrancars intimidated you, so you stayed in your room for the majority of the time. Until one of the Espadas, Ulquiorra, arrived with a plate of food in his hand, and because he didn't look as threatening as the others, you struck up a conversation with him. After you finished conversing with him, you invited him over for tea. At first, he declined, saying that Aizen didn't want you around him and he didn't want any friends. But you soothed him by telling him that having at least one friend was fine! You and he have been chatting since then. He'd frequently bow his head and greet you while you did the same.

Since then, you've made friends and gotten along with the majority of the Arrancars, partly because you were polite and cheerful, and also because Aizen threatened all of their lives. "Mr. Y/n. Aizen-Sama needs you." The monotone tone of Ulquiorra's voice made you grin. "Ms. Harribel, I'll see you later. I hope we can play again sometime." You waved goodbye to the woman, who returned your actions. After closing the door, you walked alongside the Espada who had been waiting for you. "I haven't seen you all day, Mr. Cifer; how have you been?" You smiled at the solemn man who bent his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I've been doing fine. So, how about you? Has anyone been causing you problems?" He hummed with his hands in his pockets. When he sees you, he often asks how you are or if somebody is troubling you.

"I'm doing great; would you like to come over later to play a game with me? It's okay if you don't want to." You picked at your fingertips, not wanting to scare the Espada away. "Sure. And you don’t need to be so formal about my name. Just call me Ulquiorra." He nodded his head while you internally squealed and bounced from wall to wall. He said yes! "Okay, I'll see you there!" You waved to the Espada before opening the door to your husband's chamber.

Aizen's eyes softened as he saw you skip through the door, your sparkling grin never leaving your face. "Good day, my dear. What makes you so happy and excited?" He watched as you dashed up the stairs to sit in his lap, aka your throne he mentioned. He placed his arms around your waist as soon as you sat in his lap, his lips kissing your neck before kissing your lips sweetly. "Me and Ulquiorra will be playing a game later! I can't believe he agreed." As Aizen's stare darkened greatly while you kicked your feet back and forth like a child. Game? What game can he play with you? You stopped kicking your feet when you felt something crushing your shoulders and neck, causing you hiss in pain. "S–Sōsuke!" You called out to your husband as he immediately snapped out of his trance. His eyes widened when he saw holding back tears while holding the back of your neck.

"I’m so sorry my darling, I didn’t know." His kissed your shoulders before messaging them, causing you to relax in his hold. This wasn’t the first time his Reiatsu almost knocked the wind out of you. "Is there something wrong? Did I make you upset?" You frowned as he caressed your cheek, each time this happened you would always blame yourself. When in reality it was his fault, he couldn’t stop being possessive over you even if he tried. Every time you bring up another man’s name it happens. "Oh no, I was just being jealous again. None of this is your fault." He kissed your forehead and brought you closer in his grasp, making you nuzzle your cheek into his chest. "There’s nothing to be jealous about, you know I love you and you only. Besides, you were the one who told me to stop being cooped up in the room all day." You laughed and removed your head from his chest to look into his beautiful eyes. Aizen smiled before leaning down to give you a kiss. "You’re right, how silly of me. I love you too, my dear husband." He muttered as he placed a kiss on the back of your hand, the gorgeous purple diamond ring standing out.

© gloryhrs, 061023. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Aizen Sosuke !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Renji Abarai !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Kenpachi Zaraki !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Szayelaporro Granz !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Byakuya Kuchiki !

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✨ Chapter 7 of Amaranthine will drop on Thursday, May 25th at 2:30PM EST.✨

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

—𝖺𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗇

`𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦’

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

…𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗏💙

[muzansfangs]

You tell them you got a brazilian wax by a guy.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, human/modern au, mention to female nudity, jealousy, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, language, creampie, oral sex (Aizen!receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, choking, spying on a partner, mention to murderous intents, wax play.

Plot: A trend on Tik Tok made you plot a devious plan to make your beloved boyfriend going mad. He knew you had an appointment for a brazilian wax. He obviously assumed you were going to be assisted by a woman. How will he react, when you tell him it was a man? Will his jealousy go too far? Will your prank get you in a bad situation?

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Sosuke Aizen.

You knew better than messing with him. Your boyfriend and his god complex, along with his mania for having everything under his control could truly be lethal. Quite literally. Yet, you were bored that Friday night. Sosuke was not around and you ended up slumping onto your couch, phone in hand, scrolling through Tik Tok in search for a way to entertain yourself.

You did not really do much, beside chuckling every now and then. Well, that was until you came across a specific trend regarding a thing you were not unfamiliar with. As you watched the way a poor boyfriend freaked out at the thought of his girlfriend getting a brazilian wax from a guy, you could not restrain yourself from testing the waters. Aizen Sosuke, the cold-blooded mastermind you shared a roof with, was going to experience a man’s personal living hell.

It was a monday evening, when he came back from work just to find you laying on your stomach on your shared bed, in a set of black lingerie he had bought for you a few months ago, chuckling to yourself. He furrowed his brows, settling his briefcase onto the armchair beside the window, as he slowly removed his jacket.

His predatory eyes roamed over your curves. He knew you had gone to your monthly wax appointment. He could see your smooth legs and the way your lingerie already showed shaved portions of your nether regions supposed to be covered. If you had opted for such a provocative attire, it could only mean that you wanted to show off your body to him.

“Hello, darling” he greeted you, his trademark grin crossing his lips as he tugged at his black tie to loosen it.

It was hard to keep your play on, as you watched him slowly get ready to devour you. He always took his time, confident that his cold and charming demeanor worked magic on you even before his hands started to trace the curves of your body. It was true, unfortunately. But you had to resist. It was your time to torture him, after all.

“Hey” you whispered, lifting yourself up on your knees as he approached the bed.

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, his hand cupping your cheek as he stood at the edge of the bed, leaning down to let his mouth collide with yours in a demanding kiss. You could not deny yourself such a treat and you returned it with equal passion, earning a guttural grunt from him.

He did not say much, he sat down next to you and it was a silent signal for you to climb over his lap and straddle him as you always did. He had somehow trained you to have some reactions and do specific things in response to his gestures. Sosuke Aizen surely had his own way to make you bend the knee effortlessly at his silent requests.

As you straddled him, his hand reached up to grasp his glasses and he hastily took them off, discarding them somewhere beside him on the bed without bothering to fold them. It was so atypical of him. He seemed eager to have you that night and you could not help yourself but tease him about it. After all, pouring gasoline on a wild fire was the right thing to do to get him even more eager.

“Damn, are you that eager to see me naked?” you taunted him, as he darted his brown chocolate hues on your again. There it was, his lustful glare that made your knees buckle.

“Actually, I’m eager to fuck you” he deadpanned, his hand landing on your neck and squeezing it enough to keep you in place, as his other hand tugged your thong to the side and he glided the pads of his fingers down your slit.

You gasped, arching your back as he smirked down at you “You’re already dripping… If it’s so easy to get you wet, I wonder how you don’t make a mess on your beautician’s couch while texting me” he joked, drawing figures eight on your bundle of nerves.

There you were, ready to drop the bomb.

As he delved his fingers into your aching core, a strained moan falling from your lips, you glanced at him with an innocent smile on your face, as you made the ground shake under his feet “Oh, I guess I have been lucky today. Can you imagine Robert’s face, if I stained the couch?”.

Congrats, Aizen.exe stopped working.

He froze solid, his fingers were still buried deep into you, but he was not thrusting them in his usual smooth movements that made you squirm. His eyes were locked with yours, a small frown on his face. You genuinely thought you had just given him an heart attack.

“Robert” he repeated flatly, clearly unamused.

It was in moments like this, when he was serious, seraphic, that you feared him the most. Aizen could be dangerous, truly dangerous. The hint of wrath sparkling into his eyes gave you chills and you uncomfortably darted your eyes away from him. The carpet underneath his shoes suddenly seemed particularly interesting.

“Yeah, Robert. The new guy who works for my beautician. You know, he helps her” you stated, you mouth feeling like chalk all of a sudden.

The dry laughter leaving Sosuke’s lips made you shiver and it took you a few seconds to realize you had royally screwed up, because he was so nimble to wrap his hand around your throat again, and pin you to the bed underneath him, that you had not realized your position had switched so suddenly.

“I don’t doubt it. He must have enjoyed the view of your legs spread wide in front of his stupid face. — he chimed, a devious smile curling his lips as he paused to clench his teeth — A stupid face I’ll gladly fuck up tonight. Would you love to see it, love? I could take his heart to you, offering his pulsing, wretched organ to you. I’ll gauge his eyes out of his skull. I’ll squeeze the life out of him—” he hissed, each time the threat becoming similar to the ones the slashers whispered through the phones to their victims in the stupid movies he loved to watch with you, only to feel you curl up next to him on your sofa.

They were hilarious, according to him.

“Aizen, I was fucking joking! Stop! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok!” you quipped, eyes rounded as you cut him off.

Your boyfriend arched his dark eyebrows up, tilting his head to the side and slowly releasing his grip on your neck. He looked almost disappointed. Not towards you. Maybe, he truly wished to kill someone. Because he would kill whoever dared to even glance at you.

His jealousy was skyrocketing.

“I see. — he stated then, before hopping back on his feet and slowly unbuckling his black leather belt — Since you love to use this pretty mouth of yours for talking bullshit, open it to make amend. I’ll obviously come into your mouth, darling. I expect you to swallow” he hissed, gripping your hair and dropping his pants down to his ankles.

Maybe, just maybe, he took a day off from work every month to accompany you to the beauty point. Perhaps, he stalked you down, when you went on your own, because the idea of a random Robert staring and touching your pubes truly made him want to commit a mass murder.

Shunsui Kyoraku.

Shunsui was the perfect victim for this trend. As soon as you ran into that video, you could picture the look of horror on his face as you told him another man had touched you in such an intimate spot. You were simply his. No man could enjoy the sight of you with your legs opened wide to show off your intimacy, no man but him. Eveything was settled and your plan took place two days after you had visited your beautician.

Shunsui had just returned home after a business trip and you had decided to welcome him not only by cooking his favorite dish and buying some extra saké, but by being his personal dessert.

As he ran his hands down your smooth thighs and practically folded you in half, your legs pressed against your chest, you knew that teasing him in the aftermath of such a passionate encounter was going to do numbers on him. His little usual nap was going to wait, after all, because his mind was just about to get pested with horrendous scenarios of a non-existing man exploring his little nest.

“There it is… Look at you, baby, you got such a perfect little hole to fill with my cum” Shunsui panted, his fingers gently spreading your labia as he watched in pride and awe his seed oozing out from you.

You were absolutely drained, your thighs still trembling and your breath irregular as you tried to get a grip of yourself and calm down. Yet, how could you, when the man who had just fucked you to oblivion was Shunsui Kyoraku? He had such a fine way to unravel you that you almost felt guilty for what you were about to say.

Lazily pushing yourself up on your elbows, you hummed and watched Shunsui slump down next to you “Oh, I know. You are definitely not the first man who has ever told me that” you casually commented, sitting up properly and running your fingers through your hair in a futile attempt to fix them.

Shunsui knew about your ex. Even though he was jealous about anyone that was not him, he still did not think of your ex as a ghost from the past threatening your relationship and he actually had no issues in listening to you talking about him. After all, you were his. That man had lost you forever.

“Well, your ex then had his way with words too” your boyfriend stated, a playful smile crossing his lips.

“My ex? Nah, I’m talking about Murata” you replied, laying back down and rolling on your side to face him.

Shunsui Kyoraku, your loving man, was now definitely interested in what you were saying.

Arching his eyebrows up and resting his head on the palm of his hand, he curiously inquired “Who’s Murata? Your gynecologist?”.

You chuckled and shook your head “My what? No, babe, I’m talking about my new beautician’s co-worker. Murata is such an amazing guy, you know? His fingers are so delicate and he applies the wax in a tender way” you lied, sounding as serious as you possibly could.

You swore you had seen his eye twitch, as he grasped your hip drew you closer to him. Your eyes widened as Shunsui’s hand slided down the small of your back and cupped your rear, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Where did this Murata boy put his fingers?” he huskily asked you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you swallowed thickly. Oh, you knew exactly what was going to happen.

Were you regretting that little stunt you had pulled? Oh, you were for sure.

At your lack of answers, Shunsui sighed and rolled you onto your stomach. His hands gripped your hips and he raised your waist up, until it was at the perfect level with his pelvis. But no, he was not going to claim his domain on your inner walls again. A little punishment was in store fore you.

“Poor little baby, she tries to prank me but cannot even play the part until the very end. Good, that’s good, though” he chuckled, before you parted your lips to let a soft whimper leave them and turn your stomach upside down.

“Shunsui! Babe, I’m sorry! It was a prank! I promise” you piped out, blushing as you hid your face down onto the pillow.

“I’m not having it”.

Spanks it was. But he surely made it up to you later on.

Urahara Kisuke.

Your pervert boyfriend and this trend were a perfect combination for a disaster. It was like throwing powder into a fire. But it sounded like a good idea for you, therefore you persuaded yourself nothing would have gone wrong. Kisuke was not a jealous man. Of course he was protective and a bit territorial, but he never actually made a scene or freaked out, when a man tried to hit on you. He believed you could handle the situation perfectly on your own and, on top of that, if he had to step up and chase the stranger away, he surely avoided violent conflicts.

You two were laying onto your shared bed, Kisuke on top of you, as his mouth was latched onto your throat and his hand was currently between your thighs.

Whimpers and heavy breaths filled the air, while his fingers deftly plunged into you, making your lips part to chant a lewd melody he loved. He knew so many ways of making your knees buck and drag orgasms out of you that it was not a surprise that simply fingering you could make you scream out his name.

“Do you even realize how wet you are? You’ve soaked my whole hand and wrist, you dirty kitten” he cooed in your ear, slowing down the pace he had set a tad bit to enjoy the way your walls clenched onto his slender fingers so tightly.

As he did that, decided to slip his fingers out of you, only to glide them down your folds and enjoying how soft, smooth and slippery they were after the wax appointment you had gone to yesterday.

“So soft, you are so soft, you know?” he teased you, grinning as he took his hat off with his free hand.

Now or never. It was time to drop your bomb.

“Yeah, I know. — you breathed out, glancing up at him and resting the back of your hand over your forehead before letting out a dramatic sigh —I expected you to use some original terms to describe my pussy, though. I mean, Jason used those exact words yesterday. Tsk, I expected you to do better than him” you gingerly said, averting your eyes from him.

Urahara Kisuke went silent. The pads of his fingers glued to your folds, he tried to process what you had just said. A man? Did you mention a man? Additionally, not even a native one, judging by his name, therefore he surely did not know him.

“I’m sorry, who in the holy Soul Society is Jason?” he quizzically asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at you in utter shock.

“Who?”.

“Jason. Who is this J-A-S-O-N man?” he replied, his eyes dangerously darting onto the lit candle on the night stand.

If his kitten was up for playing with fire, he was going to let you play with it.

“Oh, Jason, right… Well, he waxed me yesterday. He praised my flesh in such a basic way it was hard not to laugh at his face” you replied, pushing yourself up onto your elbows as Kisuke simply hummed and reached for the candle.

At first you got confused, eyebrows knitted together while your eyes followed his moves and the way he began to look at your thighs while licking his lips. It was only then that you remembered how he had wished to try some wax play with you. Eyes widening in shock, you gawked and sat up.

“Kisuke! Baby, wait, wait! I was kidding! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok! I promise, I’ll cut the crap!” you fretted, cupping his cheek in your hand and peppering his face in kisses. You were evidently begging for mercy.

The shop-keeper, however, shrugged and delicately pushed you back down as he smiled at you “Oh, I see! But you now owe me some sex therapy, kitten. Now, let me try some wax play and I’ll eat you up. I’ll make you scream so loud Aizen will hear from Muken!” he taunted you, winning you over with his last joke.

“You are a dork…” you chuckled, slapping his shoulder.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

If someone wanted to get a reaction out of this stolid man it was by messing with you. How did they even think about touching his delicate flower, the woman who had successfully made him smile again after so long? A mad Byakuya was not a problem people wished to deal with and, naturally, you did not want to make blood run down the streets. But it was so tempting, so fun. You could not restrain yourself, right? Your boyfriend needed to experience that little trauma too.

It was a lovely summer night, your boyfriend was still locked up in his office and you decided to pay him a visit. Along with buying some take-away in his favorite restaurant, you were going to deliver him a rather spicy dessert. No one was around anymore. The only sound eachoing down the corridor was the sound of your heels clicking onto the marble floor.

When Byakuya saw you walking past the threshold of his office, he faintly smiled. You were surley a sight to behold, especially in that flowery dress he adored. Running up to him, you threw your arms around your neck and pecked his lips gently.

“I was missing you” you said softly, as he made you sit comfortable onto his lap.

Byakuya hummed and kissed your nape, his arms hugging your waist as he redirected his gaze back on the laptop on his desk. He worked way too much, but how could he not? The Family Company constantly required his attention and assistance. But now you were there, ready to catch his attention with some salty prank.

“How was your day, love?” he asked you softly, typing something on the keyboard.

“Quite good. — you stated, smiling softly — And I got some news. My beautician had called in sick today, I was assisted by her colleague” you absent-mindedly said, not getting much of a reaction out of him. You had been vague, indeed. He had no reason to suspect anything, after all.

“Really? And was his colleague good?” he asked.

“Oh, yes! Really good. I got to say I was put in a rather unusual position, but overall he was professional” you chimed, closing your eyes as you mentally prepared for hellfire to break out.

And it did.

Byakuya cleared his throat, his grip on your waist tightening even so slightly as he nosed your cheek gently “He?”.

“Yep. I’m talking about Santiago” you casually said, smiling softly.

“Santiago. Mh, I see. — he replied, prompting you stand up, much to your dismay and confusion, but as he grasped the back of your neck and pushed you down onto the empty side of the deak, you squirmed — And was the position he asked you to strike that uncomfortable?” he said calmly, unbuckling his belt with one hand, meanwhile he allowed the other one to hike the skirt of your dress up.

“Y-Yes… You could say so” you meekly replied.

The smack on your rear you received afterwards making you squeak out softly, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip.

Byakuya sighed, lowering his mouth to your ear “You know, baby, when you want to prank someone, you should be careful in not messing up the plan. How was I supposed to fall for that, when you have sent me the link of the video?” he purred, as you gaped in shock.

Your jaw went slack, as reality dawned onto you: so that was why Rangiku had not replied to your video and text ‘check this out, Byakuya is gonna be so mad’.

You had sent it to Byakuya.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry! It was a cute idea!” you protested, but he had already slipped your panties down your thighs, a soft groan leaving his lips as his fingers glided down your smooth slit, earning a little squirm from you.

“I know. I have a cute idea too. Spread your legs and let me show what I am talking about” he practically commanded.

Gosh, did that make you wet.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! An old draft and promise to some of you that I have finally finished! Thank you so much for having been so patient, I genuinely appreciate your feedback and enthusiasm at times. This was pretty fun to write and definitely a breath of fresh air from all of my other requests. Let me know what you think about it! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreacited!

Until then,

X O X O

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[brittscafe]

Kinktober Day 17

Kinktober Day 17: Size kink +choking + aphrodisiac, Aizen Sosuke x female reader.

The drink spirals down your throat and you hum quietly. Aizen watches you with a smug smirk on his face.

The effects don't take long to take effect, your core starting to throb and become wet. Your eyes lock over to Aizen, a book in his hand and his eyes focused on the pages.

You chew on your bottom lip, a hot knot forming in your gut. The way he has his sleeves rolled up on his white long sleeved shirt and it hugs all his muscles in the right way.

It makes your mouth water and your core ache. You squeeze your thighs together and let out a shaky breath. Aizen lifts his eyes up from the book and glances over at you.

A wryly smirk tugs on Aizen's face as he sees the drink's effects taking place on you. He sets his book down on the coffee table and stands up.

He marches over to you, where you're sitting at the kitchen island, fiddling with your hands. He towers above you and reaches out, moving your hair away from your neck.

The hair tinges along the back of your neck as Aizen dips his head down and presses his warm lips there. His hand travels down to your throat and he turns your head towards his.

He captures your lips with his and you wrap your arms around Aizen's neck, slowly standing up from the chair. You lean against his built figure as your lips become intwined together.

"Aizen, I want you," you whisper against his warm lips. He lets out a tiny hum and nods his head.

"I know," he speaks cockily, slowly shuffling over to the couch. You press your hands onto Aizen's chest and push him down onto the couch.

He lets out an impressed chuckle and spreads his legs out. You step in between his legs and start to unbutton his shirt. His chest and abs glisten in the light and you lick your lips.

You press soft, wet kisses to his chest and travel them down to the line of hair that leads into his black pants. Aizen leans his head back and lets out a sigh of pleasure.

He reaches up and combs his hand through your hair. He wraps your hand around your throat and squeeze, earning a moan from you. He easily tosses you down onto the couch, sitting above you.

Aizen tears the shirt off his arm and tosses it on the ground. Your underwear is soaking wet at this point, your core begs for something to please it.

Aizen climbs on top of you and starts tugging on your shirt. He pulls it over your head and throws it somewhere in the living room. You sink deeper into the couch and are consumed by his gaze.

You grab onto the nape of his neck and pull his head down, wrapping your lips against his. Aizen's hands run up and down your hips, teasing your body.

You buck your hips up against his, feeling the bulge in his pants hit your clothed core. You whimper against his lips and Aizen smirks against your lips.

"Desperate, are we?" he whispers, pulling away from your warm lips and smiling innocently. His hand travels down to your pants, where he tugs them off your thighs.

His eyes darken at the sight of your wet underwear as he drags your pants off your ankles, letting them drop on the ground. You squirm against his body as he presses himself against you.

"Go on, tell me what you want," he sighs out, rubbing his thumb against your clit.

"I need you. I need you to fuck me," you beg him, letting out a tiny moan.

Aizen wastes no time in stripping himself of the rest of his clothes, tossing them in the rest of the pile of clothes scattered on the ground.

Your eyes widen at his thick, fat cock springing up. He runs his hand over his cock and squeezes the tip, letting out a breathy groan.

Strands of his brown hair falls down into his face as he toys with your underwear. He slowly pulls it down your thighs and off your ankles.

He presses a hand down your thigh, spreading your legs farther apart and seeing the arousal drip down them.

"So wet for me already," he comments, rubbing the tip of his cock against your soaking folds.

"Aizen, it's too big," you whine out, pressing your palms to his chest.

"I'll make it fit," he hisses out, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing. Your body ripples with pleasure as he slowly sinks his cock inside of you.

You lean your head back, your jaw dropping open and a moan leaving your throat. The way his fat cock stretches your walls out, pain and pleasure are mixed together.

"O-ooh, fuck," you cry out as he bottoms out. Aizen doesn't move for a minute, letting you adjust to his length. He pulls his hips back, the tip only inside of your cunt then snaps his hips back.

You cry out with pleasure, clenching your walls around his cock as he thrusts in and out of your pussy with no mercy. Your hands shoot to his shoulders, digging your blunt fingernails into his flesh, leaving half crescent shapes there.

Aizen watches as his cock slides in and out of you, filling you up with pleasure. Sinful whimpers and cries leave your throat, strained from the hand wrapped around your throat.

"You like it when I fuck you like this? Yeah you do," Aizen chuckles out wryly, pounding into you. Pornful moans leave your mouth as your jaw goes slack.

"Yes," your voice stutters out, feeling him deep in your gut. Your body trembles as his hand squeezes your throat, controlling your pulse.

The base of his hairy cock becomes white with pre-cum. Aizen dips his head down and wraps a lip around your nipple. You gasp quietly as he feels your nipple become hard in his mouth.

His tongue swirls around the nipple and he nibbles on it. You pant heavily, feeling the knots in your stomach start to come undone. The hot pooling feeling in your stomach starts to spread.

"Aizen, s-shit. I'm going to cum," you stutter out and Aizen grins wildly. His thrusts become rougher and you left out a series of stutter moans.

His eyes lock onto the way that your breasts bounce as he continues to thrust into you. You cry out as your body jolts, your cum squirting out and covering Aizen's cock.

He groans out heavily feeling your warm cum. He presses down on your stomach, oozing the rest of your cum out of your pussy. You whimper and squirm against him.

Aizen's cock twitches inside of you, close to his release. His fat cock ripples against your walls and he breathes heavily, thrusts becoming sloppier.

"Gonna fill you up wit my cum. You can take it," Aizen growls out, his hips slamming into yours. He gasps quietly then moans, cum leaking out from the head of his cock.

It's a lot, oozing out from your sore, abused pussy. The two of you pant heavily, gazing at each other. His fingertips give your throat a light squeeze as he starts to roll his hips back.

Aizen winces quietly as he pulls his soft, sensitive cock out from your leaking hole. Your core still throbs as your thighs become sticky from all the cum.

You aren't sure what came over you, but you felt a deep desire for Aizen Sosuke in that moment. A deep desire for him to ruin you...

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[bleachification]

aizen - moth to a flame

+ aizen x reader 

+ ch. one of my two part aizen fic inspired by ‘moth to a flame’ by the weeknd!

+ UPDATE !!!! ch 2 (the sequel) is right: here

summary: aizen’s betrayal may have shaken the foundations of soul society, but it completely shattered your marriage. you try to move on, with both heart and mind, but the effects of your husband’s presence still linger in every aspect of your life. aizen’s hold on your heart will never truly fade, and the worst part is... you’re not sure you want it to. 

It was the week before your upcoming wedding anniversary when you received the news that Sosuke Aizen was found murdered and displayed for the whole of Seireitei to see. 

The gut-wrenching pain you felt then at your husband’s loss only increases tenfold as you find him alive and healthy in the midst of betraying Soul Society. 

“Sosuke,” you whisper. 

The captain—former captain—gazes back at you, not a speck of emotion found within his eyes. He looks different, not just in his new hairstyle or lack of glasses, but in the way he carries himself. He scrutinizes the shinigami the same way a king would his slaves—ants under his feet, living only to be crushed. The worst part is he spares you no exception. The man you have been with for centuries regards you with only disinterest. 

He stands so far up in the sky… so far out of your reach. 

“Y/N, Stay back!” You barely register Byakuya’s voice nor his arm around your stomach as you pull ahead, desperate for answers. You struggle against Byakuya’s hold, eyes brimming with tears as your husband turns his back to you and disappears without a parting glance. 

I am dying, you think. It is the only explanation for what you feel at this moment. Byakuya’s grip tightens as you surge forward again. You have to get to him—to your husband. 

“Sosuke!” You’re screaming now. Screaming his name… pleading for him to come back, but it all falls on deaf ears. You collapse from exhaustion into Byakuya’s arms, throat raw and aching from your cries. The last thing you see before the world turns black is the glint of your wedding ring against the unforgiving sun.

The first thing you see as you blink back into existence is an unfamiliar ceiling. As you slowly rise and get your bearings, it becomes increasingly clear that you are not in your own bed. Unohana’s presence is the final piece of the puzzle of where you are; a private room in the medical ward.

“Retsu… that wasn’t a dream, was it?” You hold your breath, even if you already know the answer. 

“I’m afraid not,” she says. Your heart sinks with those three words, disappointment and grief gutting you anew. Sometimes it is more painful to mourn the loss of someone who is still alive rather than dead. 

Unohana continues: “Byakuya brought you back. The shock must have been difficult and quite fatiguing,” she pauses as she adjusts the IV strapped to your arm. “You’ve been asleep for over twenty-four hours.”

You bolt upright, only to immediately regret that decision as a sharp pang runs through your head without a destination. An oncoming headache. Just what you need. 

“Twenty-four hours?! I need to get back. I–I have to—”

Unohana interrupts you with a placating hand on the shoulder. “The only thing you need to do right now is rest.”

She’s right, but the anxiety crawling up your spine thinks otherwise. You need answers, and the only way to get them is to get the hell out of here. You need to get back home—the one you once shared with your husband. 

Husband…

The word is almost foreign to you now. 

“I’m fine, Retsu. I can rest at home,” you insist. 

Unohana spares you a knowing look but relents anyway. To try and convince you otherwise would be like conversing with a brick and expecting it to reply. Utterly useless. 

After a couple of hours, you are promptly released from Unohana’s care and sent home, where you now stand. Alone. The emptiness of the space is alien to you, and the warmth that usually encompasses it is completely gone. 

Night has fallen and encases Seireitei in a dark haze. The moon shines bright above the wispy clouds, almost in the same place where Sosuke disappeared. Its glow spills across the furniture, coating it in an otherworldly sheen. The four-poster bed you shared with Sosuke stands in the center of it all, cold and empty. Despite your reservations, your exhaustion takes hold of you, and you lower yourself onto the mattress and sit with your back against the headboard.

The last few days’ events finally take their toll on you again, and you are overwhelmed with a mixture of grief, shock, and anger. Anger. Anger at Sosuke leaving you, but mostly anger at being manipulated and thrown away by the person you trusted most in the world. The dam breaks, and before you know it, tears stream down your cheeks as you struggle to hold in your sobs. You are so lost in misery that you almost don’t notice the shift in the air. Almost. 

Someone is here. 

In a split second, you’re upright and alert. The Zanpakuto hiding beneath your clothes is grasped firmly in your hand. The room is silent, eerily so. You scan the space for any movement or indication of another presence. The air around you is thin, but a different frequency lingers… an all-too-familiar one. 

“Did you miss me, my love?”

Sosuke steps into view, and the sight almost brings you to your knees. Your husband stands before you, safe and sound, smiling like he always used to. A smile you used to think was full of love and care. How wrong you were. 

“Tell me—no tricks or sly words—the truth. Tell me they’re wrong. Tell me you didn’t do… all of it. Tell me this is some fucked-up nightmare and that we’re still happy, together and in love. Tell me!” Panic seizes your throat on the last note, your words getting louder and louder with each breath.

He draws closer. Your fingers tighten around the handle of your blade. Your husband notices this and stops, folding his hands behind his back, much like he would back when you had started dating. 

“We are still happy, together, and in love,” he soothes. It would be mocking if it was anybody else. 

But even now, you cannot trust his words. That realization opens up a line of sorrow and soft acceptance in your heart. This man in front of you is nothing but a stranger and an enemy. You finally see it now, and it breaks your heart once more. 

A single tear rolls down your face as you place your Zanpakuto down to remove the ring from your finger. The glittering diamond shines even in the dark. You hold it out to him and wait. Aizen’s eyes flit to it and then back to you. He takes a step back, the refusal clear. 

“Take it, Aizen. As a final courtesy,” you swallow, not daring to look into his eyes. “I’ll be throwing it away otherwise.”

After a moment of deliberation, his hands wrap around yours, warm and comforting. The sensation is so painfully intimate that it almost burns. You feel him take the ring from your hand, but his touch doesn’t disappear. 

“I know you are trying to manipulate me. It will not work,” you warn. Your voice is steady, a stark contrast to the unease in your chest. He is playing you and has been doing so for centuries. It is beyond irritating that you almost fall prey to it again. You want to melt into his arms and bury yourself in his chest, just like you always do after a long day out. Unfortunately, this is not just a simple long day out. 

“Manipulate is such a strong term,” he muses.

“It is the correct one. What would you call everything you’ve done up to now?”

Aizen gently tilts his head, and lets go of your hand. “Necessary. Everything was necessary,” he takes a small step back, and a flit of turmoil flashes across his expression. “Even the painful parts.”

“Painful? For you?” You laugh, though it’s void of humour, “Quite hard to believe.”

His hand comes up to touch your cheek but stops short at the resentment in your eyes. “You are the only thing that could ever hurt me.”

“My god, Aizen. Enough!” Grief turns to red-hot rage as he continues with sickeningly sweet words—cunning phrases that work to tear down your guard. You refuse to fall for it, no matter how sincere he looks. No matter how badly his presence is a comfort. “You can quit acting. It wasn’t real for you, I know that. But at least I can find solace in knowing everything on my part was real. That I wasn’t so desperate as to fake happiness in my life.”

“Fake? You fail to understand, Y/N. Yes, I lied to you—” Your chest tightens at the blatant admission. “But my feelings for you… our relationship was and is as real to me as it is to you.” 

“Then why do this? Why hurt me?” Your voice cracks. 

“An unfortunate but inevitable consequence. My goals are bigger than us. Bigger than Soul Society,” he claims. 

“That’s the difference between you and me, Aizen. You choose power over me, while I would have chosen you above all else,” you swallow. 

His brows furrow as confusion splits his features. “I can have both. You are important to me as well.”

You can only shake your head and sigh. The fight has all but disappeared from within you. “No. You can’t. You’ve made your choice, and I have no place in it.”

“Y/N–”

“No,” you snap. “You need to leave. The next time we see each other will be on opposite sides, so consider this a last show of respect for our previous marriage.”

Aizen narrows his eyes so imperceptibly any other person would have missed it, but you’ve been with this man for the better part of your life. “We are still married.”

“From this moment on, you and I are nothing but enemies,” you declare. 

“You will come to see sense—that we belong together. But until you do, I will keep this safe and wait for you. However long it may take.” He holds up your ring, and it briefly glints under the moonlight before he pockets it and disappears, leaving you alone and a victim of your own swirling mind.

[vampi-fixx]

prompt: grimmjow x vampire + first time consensual feeding. the first time vampire!reader drinks grimmjow’s blood

tw/cw: 18+, human!grimmjow, blood drinking, accidental boners, explicit language (from grimmjow)

"The fuck are you waiting for? I gave you an invitation—bottom’s up,” he says, brandishing the thick, corded muscle of his neck.

You hesitate. Grimmjow, despite how physically strong he is, is still very much a human. You can’t possibly—

He scowls, reading the expression on your face. “I’m not a fucking pansy.” He scoffs. “I can handle a little lost blood.”

“Yeah, but can you handle me accidentally losing control and draining you dry?” you snap back.

His smirk reeks of overconfidence. “Not like you don’t already, babe.”

Grimmjow’s always liked a challenge; he told you that’s why he pursued you, despite knowing your true nature. He waves away your protests with a careless hand.

He raises a brow, his stare penetrating. “’Sides—you won’t.” It could come off as cocky, but you know him; he only says what he believes in.

“You trust in me is appreciated,” you say drily, as you wrap your hands around his neck, your mouth hovering inches away. You can smell him: the musk of his cologne, the slight hint of sweat, the blood pumping through his veins.

The fact that he trusts you enough is sweet. But so very foolish.

Your fangs pierce his neck, his blood flooding into your mouth. You groan at its full flavor, each drop of iron ambrosia warming your frigid body, sending power surging through you. Grimmjow makes a grunt of pain, shifting his position. You’re straddling him at this point, your hands clamped onto his shoulders as you drink from him. 

Grimmjow grits his teeth. His breathing is harsh, black dots spotting his vision. Adrenaline courses through him, along with something else. Flames lick up his spine, pool southwards. Danger. This—letting you feed from him—is much more perilous than any of the dirty work Aizen’s asked him to carry out.

But also—it’s fucking hot. He’s getting bricked up.

“S-Shit,” he finally manages to growl out. “You planning on f-finding a new fuck buddy or something?”

The sound of you gulping down his blood interspersed by your humming. Grimmjow’s hands clasp down on yours, tugging. Your grip remains tight.

“F-Fuck. I ain’t joking, babe. Keep that up and you won’t have me around anymore. G-Gonna have to use that dildo of yours instead—and we both k-know you can’t get off with just that.” He squeezes down on your hands.

That seems to snap you out of it. Your grip slackens, and you pull off of him. His blood is smeared across your mouth, and cheeks in crimson streaks. You’re panting.

Grimmjow smirks, but it’s unsteady. His hands clasped to his bleeding neck. “S-See? Told ya... ‘M not a fucking—wimp… mmpf—”

His form wavers, before he tips over sideways.

You cross your hands over your chest, looming over him. “Huh! What did I tell you?” 

“Fuck—it’s not—it’s not from that! I just—I overdid my reps today, alright!”

“Mmhm.”

“You gonna, gah, help over here?”

“I thought you could handle it,” you say sarcastically.

He glares up at you. “I am!”

Grimmjow grimaces as you apply pressure to his neck to help stop the bleeding. You rip off a piece of your shirt, applying it as a make-shift tourniquet.

He’s quiet as you work, grunting only when your knee nudges him between the legs by accident.

You look at him disbelievingly. You definitely feel something tenting his pants.

“Really? Now?” Of all the timing…

“What?” he says, not at all bashful. “Shit was hot. Not exactly the kind of ‘draining me dry’ I’m used to but… definitely sexy.”

He shoots you a wicked grin. “Hell, I’d even let you go another round.”

[ghost-party]

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Pairings: Sosuke Aizen x F!Reader, Kisuke Urahara x F!Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: transactional relationship, sugar daddy arrangement, age difference, power imbalance, possessiveness, marking, collars, choking, oral sex (male receiving), teasing joke about pet play, alcohol, drunken behavior, tipsy reader, smoking, intimidation, manipulation

A/N: This chapter was so fun to write, mostly because I've been looking forward to Kisuke's introduction. 😁 IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!

“We’ve been invited to a Halloween party.”

You roll over onto your side, the sheets tangling around your legs as you look up at Sosuke. It’s a Sunday morning in late October, and the two of you have opted for indulgent laziness, lingering in bed long after waking.

He’s still reading his book, turning the page with a small flick of the wrist. “It’s an annual masquerade,” he explains. “Black tie.”

“Sounds like it could be fun,” you venture, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling yourself closer to him. As you rest your head on his hip, you can feel his body relax, as if your nearness calms him.

Reaching down, he slowly strokes your hair, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yes. And admittedly… I’d like to show you off.”

His eagerness to have you on his arm never fails to flatter you. Turning onto your back, you prop your head on his thigh and stare up at him, admiring his profile as he turns to take a sip of coffee.

“You said it’s annual. Do you go every year?”

At that, Sosuke’s expression changes. He frowns and sets his mug aside, his gaze almost distracted as he glances down at you.

“No. The host is… an old friend.” The smile he attempts better resembles a grimace. “We have something of a complicated history.”

Feeling both concerned and curious, you reach up, gently prying his book from his hands and setting it aside. “We don’t have to go.”

But even as you say it, you begin to connect what all he’s told you, and a look of understanding crosses your face.

“Is that why you want to show me off?”

To his credit, Sosuke makes no attempt to deny it. His fingers continue to thread through your hair, the possessive glint in his eyes by now familiar.

“Can you really blame me?”

He gives your hair a tug, enough to make you arch your neck. As he traces the marks he’s left there, he murmurs, “I’ve always taken a perverse pleasure in seeing others covet what’s mine.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you relish his touch, the lazy slowness of his fingertips gliding across your skin. “What makes you think he will?”

He falls silent for a long moment before quietly answering, “He and I are more alike than either of us would care to admit.”

With that, it seems your morning interlude has ended. Sosuke begins to shift beneath you, prompting you to sit up. When he disappears into the bathroom, headed for his closet, you collect the clothes you tossed over a nearby chair the night before. You perch at the end of the bed and wait for him, hugging your oversized turtleneck around yourself.

Normally, the two of you would spend the day together. But he informed you last night that he has lunch reservations with Gin and Kaname, followed by fencing practice. He’s increased his time at the club as of late, preparing for an upcoming tournament he plans to enter.

“You’re welcome to stay here,” he says, walking back into the bedroom. He’s chosen a midnight blue sweater with a collared shirt underneath, his pants neatly pressed. Although he’s wearing his glasses, you know his contacts are tucked away in the fencing bag slung over his shoulder.

“That’s kind of you, but I should head home.”

In truth, you suspect it would feel strange, inhabiting his space while he’s not around. If he were truly your boyfriend, maybe you would feel differently. But regardless, it’s been several days since you’ve been able to spend quality time in your apartment. You can catch up on laundry and handle other “life admin” tasks, as Rangiku so trendily calls them.

Sosuke walks you out, an easy quiet stretching between you until you reach the sidewalk in front of his building. His driver is already parked and waiting to take you home, while Gin’s now-familiar Porsche Panamera idles right behind it.

You can see the man in question sitting behind the wheel, smiling — always smiling. When he waves, stretching his arm out the window, you manage a half-hearted one in return.

Your attention is dragged away when Sosuke’s thumb and forefinger tip your chin up, prompting you to look at him. 

“Later this week, we’ll go shopping.”

The softness of his voice tells you he’s interpreted your discomfort as disappointment, assuming that you’re feeling reluctant to let him leave. “We’ll find something perfect for the party.”

You nod and force yourself to smile, allowing his nearness to calm you, just as yours does him. “Okay.”

“Ah… I almost forgot.”

Hefting the fencing bag a little higher on his broad shoulder, he reaches into his back pocket, retrieving his wallet. “I left my checkbook upstairs, but I have cash.”

It feels as if your stomach is twisting in on itself. Of course. He needs to pay you.

Because that’s all part of the arrangement, isn’t it? It’s easier to accept his checks and deposit them using your phone, the process so quick, you barely have to think about it. But having crisp bills pressed into your palm in broad daylight, in the middle of a sidewalk in one of the wealthier parts of the city… It feels wrong, like you should be embarrassed or ashamed.

He doesn’t seem to notice your shift in mood, bending down to press a kiss to your cheek before turning and walking away. Mechanically, you force yourself to slide into the backseat of his hired car, the driver already well aware of your destination. 

You know the only way things will ever change is if you talk to Sosuke. He’s always valued your honesty, the way you speak your mind around him, seemingly without hesitation.

This, however, is different. As you sit cross-legged on your couch that afternoon, folding a load of freshly-washed towels and barely paying attention to the midday news, you realize you’re afraid he’ll say no.

Maybe he likes things exactly the way they are now. He did tell you he doesn’t do committed relationships. But aren’t the two of you already committed, even in some capacity? Would it really change things that much to alter the terms of your arrangement and pursue something more emotionally satisfying?

Your gaze lingers on the stack of cash sitting at the corner of your coffee table — ten hundred-dollar bills — before your attention is drawn to the television.

They’re playing footage from a joint press conference held by the police department and the district attorney’s office. Having attended several of Rangiku’s work Christmas parties at her insistence, you recognize the DA, Jushiro Ukitake.

Despite his long white hair, tied neatly at the nape of his neck, you estimate he can’t be any older than 45. A soft-spoken man in private settings, he carries himself with stern professionalism when needed. And at this moment, it’s clear that he’s commanding attention with ease.

Standing beside him is another familiar figure, his hair just as white, though his gaze is hard and piercing rather than warm. Toshiro Hitsugaya, Rangiku’s boss and one of Ukitake’s ADAs. From what you’ve heard, he plans to run for district attorney in the next election, and Ukitake will give him his full endorsement.

Things seem to be wrapping up, with reporters still attempting to ask questions, even as both men join the police commissioner and exit the conference room. But the scrolling headline stretched across the bottom of the screen tells you everything you need to know.

ANNOUNCEMENT OF SPECIAL TASK FORCE, UKITAKE CRACKS DOWN ON ORGANIZED CRIME

This must be why Rangiku’s been so busy lately. You send her a text, asking if she wants to meet up later for drinks. Not expecting to hear back anytime soon, you busy yourself with putting laundry away and checking to see if there’s a yoga class you can drop in on.

You’re feeling restless, and you can’t exactly figure out why. Something about the news broadcast needles at you, like a thought that’s not fully formed, something half-conceived and impossible to articulate.

But you find yourself feeling more at ease when you check your phone, your other hand clumsily reaching for the yoga mat tucked away in the back of your closet, and see a photo from Sosuke.

He’s dressed all in white, his fencing jacket pristine, mask tucked under his arm. You can tell he’s fencing épée today rather than sabre, since he’s not wearing his lamé. Although you still consider yourself a fencing novice, listening to him speak about it at length has left you with working knowledge of the different weapons and their requisite equipment.

As you knew he would, he’s swapped his glasses for contacts, leaving his handsome face unobscured as he smiles into the mirror. While you’ve never been able to take a decent selfie that way, he looks like a model with his hair pushed back, his soft brown eyes seeming brighter under the fluorescents of the changing room.

I miss you. Dinner tonight?

You’re a little surprised, but at the same time, warmth blooms in your chest at the prospect of seeing him again so soon. 

A small part of you considers saying no and making him wait, exerting a little control. It’s not that you mind following Sosuke’s lead. More often than not, you’re happy to do so. But there’s a certain devious pleasure that comes from keeping him on his toes, and you suspect he enjoys playing the game.

That being said, after having to give up your time together earlier today, you can’t deny that you’re eager to see him. It is, at times, an uncomfortable truth: You’re greedy when it comes to him, his affection, his attention. He’s given you enough to make you crave more and more. 

Checking your inbox, you see that Rangiku still hasn’t responded. Even if she does and says she’s free, she’ll understand. She’s the one who’s encouraged you these past few months, after all. You feel reassured and excited as you type out a reply.

I’d love that. 😊

•••

Although you trusted Sosuke to help you choose an outfit that fit the requirements of the party, you’re beginning to wonder if it’s too much.

Much like the dress he selected for your outing to The Dark Room, this one skims along your body like a second skin, more structured in the bodice but flowing around your legs, aided by a rather scandalous slit. Paired with sheer, black thigh-high stockings and glossy black pumps, it makes you feel like a different person.

But the accessory that still has your face feeling hot, even as the car nears your destination, is a leather collar fastened around your neck.

When Sosuke came up behind you while you looked at yourself in the mirror, you glimpsed his smile first, the curl of his lips verging on wicked.

“I have something for you.”

Your own lips parted in surprise as he reached around you, guiding the soft, black leather around your throat. Once it was clasped at the back, you lifted your hand and gently touched it, tracing over the small, golden studs… and the small bell hanging perfectly in the center.

You weren’t entirely shocked. In the weeks since your first foray into more adventurous activities, Sosuke had you wear a collar several times. On an especially memorable occasion, he kept his fingers hooked around it, pulling it tight against your neck as you sucked his cock, all while he took a late-night work call.

But you hadn’t expected to be wearing one tonight.

“I thought it would be fitting,” he explained, reaching down and lifting your half-mask from the bathroom countertop.

Made of delicate black fabric with lace and gold lining, it curved up into two cat ears, a subtle touch. Sosuke’s mask, meanwhile, glinted with silver, its contours carved into the likeness of a wolf. 

“You really think of everything, don’t you?” you teased, your fingers still tracing along the leather.

“For purely selfish reasons,” he said, his large hands settling on your hips as he bent down. He gazed at the two of you in the mirror, looking pleased and prideful. “I wanted to see it on you. Now that I have, I’m inclined to never let you take it off.”

You kept your eyes on his reflection, even as you tilted your head and allowed your lips to brush against his neck as you asked, “What, do you want to keep me as your pet?”

A delicious darkness crept into his expression as his smile widened just a bit. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”

Now, he reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze as the car passes through a set of wrought iron gates. You shoot him a grateful glance before your attention is diverted, the house ahead of you seeming to emerge from the surrounding trees.

Perhaps because of the sleek modernity of Sosuke’s apartment, you had expected a similar structure, a sprawling compound made of metal and glass. Instead, it’s a large, old house, well-maintained but by your guess, built at least a century ago.

As the car joins the line snaking around the circular drive, you continue to look. There are windows of all sizes, some with curtains drawn, while others glow with warm light. The black paint has begun to peel in places, only adding to the gothic feel of the manor, with its peaked roof, heavy stonework, and numerous arches.

“What do you think?” Sosuke asks, his tone mild and difficult to read. Even when you turn to look at him, his expression is frustratingly placid.

“It’s a little strange,” you admit, withholding the fact that you like that it has a distinct personality.

It becomes even more noticeable when the car finally stops and Sosuke comes to your door, taking your hand and helping you step out onto the paved path. To the right of the house is a small greenhouse, and even in the fading light, you can see that it’s nearly full to bursting with plant life. To the left is a separate building that resembles a barn, though more modular in shape. 

“Our host is an eclectic man,” Sosuke explains as you follow a few other couples inside.

His assessment is only confirmed as you wind your way through the house, taking notice of mismatched rugs, bookshelves that look ready to buckle, random sketches and unintelligible notes tacked to the walls in places.

Your fellow guests seem entertained by the chaos and clutter, almost as if it’s decorative — a mad scientist’s lair or an occultist’s abode. But something tells you none of it’s affected. Maybe it’s the abandoned, half-full cups of coffee, or the occasional singes in the wallpaper.

You half expect the ballroom to be in a similar state. And yet, it’s a gleaming gem in the midst of a labyrinth of oddities.

Golden chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceiling, and wide windows overlook the edge of the forest. You feel less self-conscious about your outfit as you look at the other guests, the lushness of fabrics, the extravagance of silk and velvet, the sparkle of embellishments.

A string quartet plays in the far corner, and buffet tables line the walls, laden with an expansive spread of appetizers, desserts, and drinks. An enormous punch bowl catches your eye, and you watch as a petite young woman with green hair pours herself a cup, sloshing it down the sides. With a huff, the burly man beside her steers her away, shaking his head in apparent exasperation.

Sosuke’s hand comes to rest on the small of your back. You’ve both slipped on your masks, and as you look up at him, the wolf’s profile strikes you, glimpses of sharp teeth visible along its jaws.

“I see a few familiar faces.”

“How can you tell?” You’re only half-teasing, genuinely wondering how he can pick out anyone in the crowd based on the lower half of their face alone.

He simply smiles and leads you towards a group of people who turn out to be new coworkers, employed by a company that his own recently acquired. The tension is thick, but Sosuke navigates it with enviable ease, parrying clumsy attempts at passive aggression with amused disdain.

The two of you move around the room, sipping champagne and tasting hors d'oeuvres whisked around on platters carried by masked waitstaff. You make polite conversation with senior executives and socialites, people who wouldn’t give you a second glance if they passed you on the street. 

Many of them fawn over Sosuke, recalling a luncheon they both attended or a conference at which he spoke. They shower him with compliments, seemingly in an effort to gain his favor. But when someone goes too far, entering his personal space or outright ignoring your presence, he responds with an iciness that makes them physically recoil.

As the night wears on, you notice a shift. Voices are growing louder as guests continue to imbibe. Ties are loosened, shawls and jackets are thrown over chairs, and masks grow crooked as movements become drunkenly inelegant. You notice couples exiting the room, looking for a private place to indulge. The music swells into something more passionate, or perhaps that’s just how it seems.

You’re feeling tipsy, light on your feet as you hover near the edge of the dance floor, watching your wolf stalk his latest prey. With an apology, Sosuke slipped away to speak with a friend of a friend who just so happens to have connections with a rival corporation.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised. But it feels like it’s been so long since he left you here, trying not to sway in your heels as you people-watch.

You’re draining the dregs of your fourth glass of champagne when you feel someone’s presence beside you. Turning to look, you nearly step back.

Rather than a half mask, this man wears a full mask, white and skull-like in its visage. Its teeth are bared in a grimace, deep ridges lining both cheeks. On either side of it, you can see straight blond hair cut in a straight line that sweeps just above the stranger’s chin, or where you suspect his chin is.

“H-hello,” you stammer, betraying how startled you are.

His laugh is muffled as he lifts his hand and removes the bone-white face, revealing a wide, toothy grin. “Scared ya, huh? You looked like you could use some company.”

You don’t want to assume he’s flirting with you, though it’s difficult to tell from his expression, along with his close proximity. Your eyes flit down to his clothes, a matching black jacket and slacks paired with a dark orange shirt. 

When you don’t answer, he drawls, “Then again, if you’re bored, maybe you should check out the library upstairs.”

Your brow furrows a little. “I don’t know if that’s allowed…”

His grin widens. “Trust me, our esteemed host won’t care. Hell, he’s not even here.” He gestures around the ballroom, and for the first time, you realize he’s right. 

You’ve met countless people, endured tedious conversations, and played the part of Sosuke’s arm candy with practiced patience. And yet, you would remember being introduced to the “eccentric” founder of this increasingly-debaucherous feast.

Before you can come up with a response, your mind feeling fuzzy thanks to the expensive champagne, the stranger winks and dons his mask, shoving his hands in his pockets before vanishing into the crowd.

You look around, trying to spot Sosuke. But it’s no use. Maybe he took his business to a quieter room. The more the idea sits with you, the better it sounds, to escape for a few minutes and savor the reprieve before returning to find him. If I run into him on my way there or back, even better.

The air immediately feels cooler when you exit the ballroom, your heels thudding on the hardwood floor. A few turns lead you to a spiral staircase, and, remembering the stranger’s words, you hike your dress up and climb to the second floor, every creak seeming louder in the newfound silence.

Removed from the incessant noise, you sigh with relief, walking slowly as you glance into the open rooms on either side of the hall. One reminds you of a laboratory, wall-mounted shelves laden with vials of various liquids. Another is a simple bedroom, the covers messy, a rumpled red tracksuit left on the floor next to a baseball cap.

The library, however, is unmistakable, a large space full of wooden shelves overflowing with leather-bound volumes and paperbacks of all sizes. There are even stacks of books on the floor, heavy tomes layered in dust. The air feels thick with quiet, settling around you like a blanket. When you draw in a breath, you smell leather, something earthy, and a faint hint of sweetness.

You slowly walk down the center of the room, noticing that each section features a label, written in the same haphazard scrawl as many of the notes you saw downstairs. Feeling a breeze, you give in to your curiosity and seek it out, finding a small reading area at the far end of the room. It’s furnished with old armchairs, a threadbare sofa, and a window seat.

The latter is where you find a man sprawled out, his long legs crossed at the ankles. The open window is right beside him, the cool night air ruffling his sandy hair. A thin haze of smoke hangs around him, a pipe lying forgotten on the wooden sill. When he turns to look at you, you see that his cheeks are lightly stubbled, his bangs long enough to hang over his eyes.

“Hey there, kitty.”

His voice has a subtle roughness to it, though it’s not as deep as Sosuke’s. Amusement curls around each word, and his smile seems genuine and relaxed, almost as if he’d been expecting you.

“Trying to escape?” he asks.

You shake your head, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be wandering around.”

The man tilts his head, resting it against the window jamb. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

You can’t explain why you’re so certain of it, but you reply, “Because you’re the owner of this house.”

He looks pleased by your deduction. “Very astute.” With a little groan, as if he hasn’t moved in a long while, he folds his legs beneath him. “Care to join me?”

Initially, you’re hesitant. What if Sosuke is looking for you? You don’t want to be gone too long. But it would be rude to decline your host’s offer. And besides, you’re undeniably curious about him.

“The host is… an old friend. We have something of a complicated history.”

Hoping to learn more about what Sosuke was referring to, you nod and take a seat, carefully arranging your dress so that its high slit doesn’t shift and reveal too much. Even so, it isn’t exactly comfortable, the boning of the corset pressing against your ribs. Around your throat, the collar feels suddenly heavy.

The man extends his hand, and you readily take it.

“Kisuke Urahara, awful host and notorious layabout.”

Your lips curl into a small smile as you tell him your name. “That first part might be true, but I somehow doubt the second. It was hard not to notice everything downstairs.”

“My perpetual mess?” 

Kisuke rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, and for the first time, you realize he’s not even dressed for a party. His dark green henley is wrinkled, and he’s wearing loose cotton pants that resemble pajamas. Seeming unbothered by the chill, his feet are bare, and he rakes a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead.

“People are always telling me to get a housekeeper. But I’d never put someone through the agony.”

Recalling some of the more complex notes, quickly-scrawled equations and what looked like sketches of molecular structures, you ask, “Are you a scientist?”

Kisuke hums. “Sort of? I like to tinker. I have what they call a restless mind.”

Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees, hands falling into his lap as he fixes you with a bemused stare. “It feels like you’re asking all the questions here. Is this an interrogation?”

“Aren’t cats curious by nature?” you easily counter, scooting further back onto the seat so that you can fully turn and face him.

“Until it kills them.”

There’s no threat in the way he says it, his tone light and playful. But even so, it makes you briefly hesitant, at least until the liquid courage of the champagne reminds you why you’re here.

“Do you know Sosuke Aizen?”

To your dismay, Kisuke’s expression betrays nothing, that same lazy smile stretched across his face. “Yeah, I do. We went to school together — even roomed together during grad school, in this shitty little apartment off campus.”

It’s jarring to imagine Sosuke, always so immaculate in how he presents himself, living in a place even smaller than yours, surviving on cheap ramen and all the other poor-college-student staples.

Seeming to read your mind, Kisuke says, “That was a long time ago. I doubt he enjoys reminiscing about it.”

Deciding to jump at the opening, you tell him, “He said the two of you have a ‘complicated history.’”

That earns you a reaction, albeit a small one. His mouth twitches slightly, and his green eyes narrow just a little. “Oh yeah?”

“What did he mean by that?”

In hindsight, you could have been more subtle — eased him into the conversation, asked some bland questions to throw him off, tried to prompt him to give you answers without directly seeking them out.

But Kisuke Urahara is far from stupid. What little you’ve seen of his “tinkering” tells you that much, as does his former friendship with someone like Sosuke.

“I’m surprised you’re asking me instead of him. You’re rather close, after all…”

Your breath catches in your throat when he reaches out and uses his forefinger to flick the tiny bell hanging just above the notch at the base of your throat. It jingles softly.

“You might be wondering why I throw this party every year but never make a point of showing up,” he says, changing the subject with ease. “I’m less interested in socializing than I am in taking advantage of my guests’ loose lips.”

When your brow furrows, he continues, “It’s a perfect opportunity to collect information.”

“You mean blackmail.”

He shrugs. “It’s only blackmail if you use the threat of its release to your advantage. I’m simply a collector.” 

He lifts his hand again, this time using the lightest touch to trace the outline of one of your mask’s pointed ears. “Curious, even.”

“Some might say devious,” you counter.

Kisuke chuckles. “You’re one to talk, with the company you keep.”

Your reply goes unspoken as you watch his expression change, suddenly growing serious. Leaning forward even more, his voice drops to a low murmur.

“Be careful.”

“Why should she be?”

You quickly turn and see that Gin is leaning against the nearest bookshelf, his thin smile wide.

A mask carelessly hangs from one finger, its pale green scales glinting in the sparse light cast by nearby lamps. His silver suit matches his hair, though it contrasts with the black shirt he wears underneath.

Kisuke sits back, the picture of leisure as he turns his lazy smile towards Gin.

“The punch has a tendency of getting more lethal as the night goes on. One of the hazards of a good party.”

“Quite an assumption for a man who can never be bothered to attend.” Looking at you, his gaze narrowed, Gin says, “Sosuke’s been looking for you.”

The words almost slither under your skin, the implied questions enough to make you worry.

Why did you leave?

Where have you been?

What are you doing with Kisuke Urahara?

You stand up so fast, you wobble a little on your heels, and you feel something warm settle on your lower back — Kisuke’s hand, fingers splayed, palm flattened against the gentle curve of your body.

“Easy there, kitty,” he murmurs, and when you glance back at him, you see that his bangs have fallen back over his face, his green eyes bright with something you can’t quite name.

“So considerate.” Gin’s tone is mock surprised as you step away from Kisuke and slowly walk towards him. “Have you always been this kind?”

Kisuke shrugs and picks up his pipe, stretching his legs out once more. “What can I say? I’ve always had a soft spot for cats.”

Gin is silent as he leads you out of the library and back downstairs, his gait relaxed. It’s only when the two of you reach the staircase landing that he abruptly turns, taking a step towards you. You instinctively move back, pressing yourself against the wall.

“Let me give you some advice,” he says, cheerful as ever, even as he leans in closer, casting deep shadows around you.

“Stay away from Kisuke Urahara.”

You blink up at him, tongue-tied for a moment before you finally ask, “Why?”

The twist of Gin’s mouth makes fear spike low in your gut. “Because Sosuke doesn’t like sharing. Especially not with him.”

“I wasn’t —”

“Is there a problem?”

When Gin turns to look down the stairs, he moves just enough to clear your line of sight. Arms crossed, the masked stranger from earlier stands with one foot on the bottom step. His face is bare, mouth curved into a pronounced scowl.

Beside him is a man you saw earlier tonight, dragging a pouting girl away from the punch. His muscles strain the sleeves of his dark blue jacket, and his white hair is cut into a shaggy mohawk.

“Not at all,” Gin answers, spreading his hands in an innocent gesture. “We were just having a private conversation. Is that not allowed?”

“You’re an awful liar, Ichimaru.”

Gin offers you his arm, and you numbly take it, too shocked to do anything else. As the two of you descend the stairs, he airily replies, “What an ugly accusation, to say that I’m lying.”

When you reach the bottom, the rangy blond steps back, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and Gin.

“Besides, even if I were lying,” your companion drawls, tilting his head in a condescending manner, “I’d be superb at it.”

The taller of the two men opposite you jerks his thumb in the direction of the front door. “Better get moving. Your owner doesn’t strike me as the type to put much slack in your leash.”

Gin ignores the obvious bait and steers you away, his expression unchanged despite the confrontation.

“Who are they? Those men?”

You half expect him not to answer. But instead, he says, “Friends of Kisuke. Unpleasant, aren’t they?” He leads you through the living room and into the entryway. “Kaname always criticizes my manners, but at least I make an attempt…”

As he reaches for the door, a breath away from opening it, his voice lowers to a murmur.

“Don’t forget my advice. I’m sure you’ve figured out that Sosuke’s a possessive man.”

He turns to meet your gaze, and the fear you felt before responds in kind, a cold dread settling over you.

“And I suspect he has no intention of letting you go.”

[sashi-ya]

𝕰𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖙𝖊 +18. Aizen Sōsuke x F! Reader

✦ requested by Anonymous for the free requests ➜ heyyy sashi^^ maybe some stuff about aizen, especially muken version? ➜ Of course! he is such an amazing character to me, the way he is written is pure poetry. I hope you enjoy this fic ♡ ✦ tw: playing with your mind. mouth restriction. bondage. suspension. violence (aizen pushes reader to the ground). fingering. vaginal penetration. deep mind fuck and feelings exposed. ✦ wc: 2.9k

“(Name)-san… I have to ask you to keep this in between you and I” Kyoraku Shunsui, General Captain of the Gotei 13 requests you with a serious tone.

“I’m not telling this to anyone, Kyoraku Soo Taicho. I’m extremely grateful for what you are allowing us to do, and I will never betray your trust” you say, bowing before the laid-back captain.

“Heh…betrayal is not a proper word to use in this particular case. But what’s fair is fair. However, kid, I must warn you… and forgive me for repeating this to you, but please be careful… Sosuke Aizen is the spawn of Hell”

The mustiness and the darkness of Muken hits you once the ten thousand locks let the doors open. They say this is worse than hell, and they are right. It’s endless. It’s dark, cold, humid, lonely. The sadness creeps through your bones. It whispers the inevitable destiny of going against the rules some have stated as fair.

But, you were a revolutionary. And so it was him. You always saw that man like the one who dared to break the pattern, the endless inhibitions, and the path of those he called losers. Aizen didn’t want to be mediocre… winners don’t ask how the world is, but how it should be…

Yet, he forgot that even gods have weaknesses. Solitude and love. There is, still, no higher being able to scape the unstoppable force of their own human nature, the heart that he thought he lost and the need for your skin… oh so sacred velvety flesh that once felt so soft on his palm, against his body melting with yours.

“Aizen-sama…” you whisper, in pure darkness. Kyoraku Taicho has already left -or perhaps it’s what you wish he did-.

Lights turn on, like the stelas that guide even the blindest person, on each side of an immeasurable scaffold. He is there, hanging, vertically. As if he had been crucified, like the God of some humans in the world of the living.

You can’t see his face; it’s covered in black ties. His arms, his wrists. There is no single showing of that skin you miss so much. Where have the sweet captain of squared glasses gone? Was that just a total façade, or maybe, in all that innocent play was at least a hint of his inner self?

“(Name)… why are you here?” he asks. You are sure he isn’t talking with his mouth. That’s most probably Kyoka Suigetsu helping him do it.

You gasp. Why is he asking? Isn’t he intelligent enough to understand the reason why you are here?

“Sosuke… I was allowed to visit you for what you have done for the Soul Society” you whisper, it’s enough for him to hear. “I couldn’t help it… I’m sorry”

You mourn in the silence he explicitly chooses to surround you with. The purple gaze of the lights that barely kisses his restricted face feels not enough to avoid you from shivering. You aren’t scared of him, you are scared of the immensity and wilderness this place has. Is this really necessary? He betrayed them, sure but… He helped them, right?

“You are thinking of how unfair this place is, right (Name)-san? You are mad because you believe I shouldn’t be in here… but, it’s just twenty thousand years… I’m immortal, you know that” he calmly informs you, as if you didn’t know… As if it wasn’t exactly the infinite pain that that brings you daily.

You fall down your knees. Your mind can only focus on that number. Stop repeating it, Aizen!

“Stand up. I can’t tolerate to see you kneeling that way” he scolds you.

“Aren’t you a God, Aizen-sama? Shouldn’t I pay you entirely and exclusively respect to such a higher being?” you ask. Was it really what you thought? Yes. Indeed, it was.

Your mind goes blank for some seconds. You don’t know exactly when it happened, but, you see Aizen breaking with his strong hands the seals that prevent him from scaping.

You gasp, in awe.

“Why are you here, exactly? Did I ever ask you to become some kind of devotee? Which God stands on top of the rests while being restricted and stopped from changing this unfair world?”

Was that Aizen just mourning about his current state?

He comes closer to you, so close that you can see the tip of his boots with clarity. They told you being even near him without at least one of the seals will make your soul body explode in a million pieces… but you aren’t exploding, much less can feel any reiatsu around.

Aizen’s gloved hand reaches for your chin, and with his index he delicately makes you look up at him. “Tell me, (Name)-san… are you that in love with the death?” he asks… Is he the Death?

Your pupils dilate, as big as the hollow that hold the hogyoku in the middle of his chest. “I adore you, Aizen-sama. I’d wait for you and even die for you” you tell him. You know, better than anyone that your life means nothing to him. He has never asked you to die for him.

Aizen caresses your cheek. His eyes look at you like an inferior creature, feeling pity for such an ignorant being driven by love… Oh, but how hypocritical he can be. Him, who had fused his existence with something that expresses the true desires of the heart. Didn’t he know that?

“Let me ask you again, why you waste your time in here? Waiting for me? I’m immortal, you aren’t. Are you that dumb?” Aizen inquires, helping you stand up.

You scoff. You have never laughed at him. You wouldn’t dare… but, this time… “Aizen-sama… you are still so naïve… you, a genius still can’t understand the most basic and yet beautiful feeling in this and all the worlds… Love”

It’s clear that you have offended him. How dare you call him naïve? How dare you doubt of his intelligence?

He pushes you back to the floor. His right eyebrow lifted; his chocolate brown eyes infused with desperation. He is not mad, he is just scared, like a little animal that’s been caged… you have exposed the only trait that still makes him human, the one he tries to reject, to deny from his own self… the one the who can’t recant of.

“Love? Do you think I am capable of loving? That’s the lowest form of humanity, and I’m not a human. Stop your daydream, (Name). You should get away, and never come back. Go live your live with someone. Experience what you call love with someone capable of” Aizen orders, but in reality cries.

You, who are now sitting on that cold floor, with your hands scrapped and your body like floating, smile kindly. “If you are incapable of love… why, then, are you asking me to leave? To live my life with someone else?”

He takes some time to think. Looking up and down at you, with his chin lifted and his head slightly tilted to the side. “Because you wanna be happy, there is no happiness in here…” he whispers.

This time your beam grows bigger. It’s all you needed to listen. He is, indeed, capable of loving you. “You want me to be happy, because you… care about me, Aizen-sama… and that’s called love”

How much he would have loved to contradict you. To go on a deepest raid of logical thinking, to debunk the basic thought that lead you to believe it’s that simple… but, indeed, even for him… it was so simple.

Aizen took the patch that covered up until now his right eye. The white cape over his shoulders ripped in a violent swing. The black, heavy coverings sealing him ended up in the floor and it seems to evaporate with the darkness around. There is nothing but pure infinite around a little spot of light that cover you two with its cold mantle.

His skin, oh… his skin pale and with the eternal marks of strong devices carved to stop his limitless power presented right before your eyes. Those same eyes that got flooded endless nights with tears, remembering the way it felt to watch him sleep right next to you...

His hair, dishevelled that has grown a little longer and now covers his nape. His lips, semi open, letting haste breathe come out of his mouth. His eyes, injected in fear and need, and pain and regret and pride, and every human passion…

“Come here, (Name)” he calls you, with his hand stretched to you. Those fingers that were once coated with your arousal are now calling you to touch them.

The god of death luring you to his grave. Oh, the deadly lust that could kill you. Oh, the deadly need that could destroy you.

Don’t touch Aizen. Don’t get any closer, they said. He could kill you if you dared to take a further step more than what it’s needed, they warned you.

But he needs me. Me. Only me. But he is so alone… he begs, he yearns, he cries for my touch. For mine, just mine.

“Come (Name)” “Yes, Aizen-sama…”

The grazing touch, the bare caress of your fingertips against his. Everything becoming dark again. A blink of an eye, and you are a few centimetres off the ground. Red seals have been carved on your chest and are holding you against a wall where he was. You can’t speak. There are black strands of heavy material covering your mouth, sealing your lips. A single tear runs through your cheek. Is this it? How is he even capable of doing this to you…

“Take my place and tell me… do you still think this is love?” he asks, knowing well that you can’t speak and barely emit any sound. But eyes speak louder than words.

You fix your orbs into his. This is love… Accepting my faith, for you. Taking your place, for you. Go walk free, go make them your devotees. Make them bow, crush their bones, their souls, pulverize them. You are free if I’m allowed to take your place. Yet, loneliness will ever, never go away.

Aizen swallows. His smirk has faded away. His eyes, that reminds you of a lamb walking into the slaughter, remain.

You close your eyes. You really don’t have the resources to comprehend this, but you understand him. After all, he has always ran away from the things he wanted the most… being alone pained him, and yet, he did everything to make his solitude even bigger.

A sudden touch that makes you jolt, or barely as you are immobilized, scares you. But there is no doubt, his scent and the delicate graze of his fingers cannot be mistaken for anyone else’s. Aizen hasn’t ran away this time, he has stayed for you.

You open your eyes, slowly, watching with blurriness the chocolate eyes you love the most. “You didn’t leave me here…” you think.

“Why would I?” he answers back, as if he could listen to your thoughts… of course he can.

He peels the coverings on your mouth, leaving just one over your lips. It’s the string that creates more pressure, separating your lips, carving marks on your cheeks. You let your hasty breath slip through it, caressing Sosuke’s lips that are so close, so near.

“You have come here. You wanted me so bad, and here I am” he murmurs, with that deep voice that’s both sexy and dominating and also intimidating and scary.

You nod, with whimpering noises that are ripped by Aizen’s hand crawling through your leg. You haven’t noticed up until now, the way your body was presented to him… you were completely naked, like a painting for him to enjoy like in a museum. You, his muse, and work of art, for him to appreciate while hanging on a wall.

“I missed your legs… I missed your smell. I missed your skin… have you missed me, (Name)?” he asks, with pleading tone that makes you shiver, that makes your skin turn bumpy and overly sensitive.

Tears run through the commissure of your eyes. It’s beautiful to hear him say that he missed your body, even if maybe it’s not true.

His lips reach for your collar bones, placing those sweet butterfly kisses that are probably as dangerous as a double-edged sword. It’s so tiring to submit to a man like him, who smiles and kills, who hugs you just to stab your heart… that is what it takes to love him… A big heart that you will need to lose a thousand times.

The tip of his tongue taste your nipples, getting hard, expectant for him to devour them. With a hand he squeezes one of your breasts; they are turgently presented to him as your arms are opened, stretched, and pinned to that wall.

You can barely focus your eye sight down to where he is. His caramel hair, absolutely dishevelled, the warmth of his mouth surrounding one of your nipples… He inhales your scent as he sucks, he nurtures from your moans and body spasms.

His free hand reaches for your core. Folds that drip, folds that can’t be ignored no more. You plead with your eyes for him to touch you, to at least graze you with his fingertips.

Aizen ignores your needs, or perhaps he plays with them, pushing you to the extreme where it’s even painful to your body. He enjoys the way your wetness create a tiny pool right under where you are. It is for him pure art, the way your arousal honeys submits to gravity, in litmus strings that reflect the poor lighting of Muken.

“You haven’t changed a bit, (Name)… which version of me do you prefer? The gentle one, the soft and loving captain, right?” he asks, so sure you have fallen for his lies.

You deny with your head. With the pressure of the seal on your mouth, you try to speak. “Thef realf you ~ ”

He smirks. He understands what you want. You want more of this torture, you want the real treacherous menace that both put the skies on their knees and then helped them stand back again.

A sexy scoff over your lips, a kiss that you cannot reciprocate. And a kiss that he places either way. The sudden intrusion of his fingers into you, hitting the deepest place where they can reach.

You moan, muffled by that tight seal. He inhales, he sucks the pleasure noises with his mouth open in an O shape. His chin against yours, the tip of your nose pressed against his fine one.

Beckoning motions, making you tremble, making you even wetter. His forearm also covers by a thin runny layer of your body’s orgasmic responses, pleasing the masculine side of his inner self.

“Come from me, come…” he commands, as if you were made to choose. You nod, desperately, panting. You plead, you wish you could say all the things you wish to say, but you can’t. Aizen, perhaps, also controls your ability to speak, to communicate. You have been turned to a simple being whose mind went blank and a body is a slave of his hands.

Hands, fingers, brutally burying in and out, back, and forth. It hurts how much you squirm, the ties around your body pull and carve deep into your skin. You can’t escape; you don’t want to either way.  

And without a single warning, without something that could let you know … or maybe yes, but you couldn’t hear, you couldn’t process- he impales you. The warm contact of his hardness with the velvet surface of your entrance, sliding inside of spasming walls. Lubricated by dripping honeys that pool in the base of his sex, he begins to pump in and out of you. It goes up and down, violently, brutally, pushing hard, making you jump.

“I’ve waited for this for so long… the tight embrace of your femineity. The way you mourn as I go so deep inside you. Are you mine, (Name)? Are you completely mine, (Name)?” he asks, in between the gasps and grunts coming from his throat.

“Mghhj… yes” you whine, feeling how your body gets freed from any seal, any material keeping you trapped. Your arms fall on top of his shoulders, like dead weight. You can touch him, every bump of his back, that soft manly muscular frame that you remember oh so very well.

Carved your nails into his flesh, your legs trap his waist as he holds you from yours. Aizen keeps fucking you until you feel like passing out, until you drool just a little from a brain killer pleasure on his neck.

His scent, the perfume of his skin. The warmth of his body against yours. The way his reiatsu is only perceived when his guard has been let down enough as his mind turns off and becomes a total slave of lust. The solitude of his eyes, that maybe there, in such short moments of connection, fades away…

“Don’t you ever go away, eternity won’t be ever enough” “I know, Aizen-sama… I’ll wait you forever…”

A sudden heavy touch on your shoulder wakes you up. “(Name)… were you able to speak to him? Are you ok?” Kyoraku Shunsui’s voice breaks the enchantment.

You open your eyes. The doors of Muken, right were you were the moment you step inside, appear open. The blinding lights from the outside hit your eyes.

“It’s only been a minute… but I was worried I couldn’t sense your spiritual pressure… Did he speak to you, after all?”

“He did, Kyoraku Taicho. Aizen Sosuke spoke to me”.

[theunderneath]

Read a few pages

Walking over to one of the tables in the room, your gaze wandered over all of the papers. You felt a little overwhelmed by all of the papers.

Jumping as a loud thud rang out into the mostly quiet cabin. You quickly turned around and sighed just seeing a book that fell off the table.

Walking over to the book, you picked up the thick novel. It didn’t seem to have any title.

Running your fingertips over the leather cover you wrapped your fingers around it and turned. You watched as the book open revealing what looked to be an index for this house.

(Some of the links for the bigger fandoms couldn't fit all here, so just click on the name and it'll take you to its own master list)

Anime

One Piece

Golden Kamuy

Hetalia / 2p Hetalia

Bleach

Yandere Aizen with a chubby Darling (Headcanon / EDITED)

Yandere Ryuken Ishida headcanon (EDITED)

Yandere Kisuke Urahara Kisses (Headcanon / NSFW-y / EDITED)

Yandere Ichigo cuddling with his Darling (Headcanon / EDITED)

Yandere Kisuke Urahara headcanons (NSFW-y / EDITED)

Demon slayer

One punch man

Most likely to least likely to give their S/O an aphrodisiac (headcanon / Sweet mask, Fubuki, Garou / NSFW / EDITED)

Garou, Fubuki, and Zombieman Darling want to play the Pocky game (Headcanon / EDITED)

Haikyuu

Nanbaka

Hunter x Hunter

My Hero Academia

FMA/Fullmetal Alchemist

A conversation about Greed being a yandere

Jujutsu Kaisen

Toji with a sassy plus-sized Darling (Headcannon / EDITED)

Poly Yandere Gojo and Geto with an S-grade sorcerer reader (Headcannon / EDITED)

Ouran highschool host club

Dress Up Darling

The Apothecary Diaries

The Ancient Magus' Bride

JJBA / Jojo's Bizzare Adventures

Darling Dearest Fashion Art

Darling Dearest Expressions Art

Black Butler

Bucchigiri?!

TV

DC

Marvel

X-men

Yandere Erik Lehnsherr with a reader that has the same power as him? (One shot / EDITED)

Slashers/Horror movies

Games

Danganronpa

Overwatch

Yandere Hanzo headcanons (

Resident Evil

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin Impact

Other media

SCP Foundation

Creepypasta

Yandere Masky x touched starved fem reader (Headcannon / EDITED)

Yandere Masky headcanons (

Yandere Hoodie and Eyeless Jack headcanons (

Others

Meme about blog and post 

Yandere meme (Guess I’ll die)

Do I do platonic yandere? 

Fanart of other people's OC (ONE, TWO, THREE)

Old OC art

Old creepy art (ONE, TWO)

Meme about SCP and my blog

100 follower special

Fanart of the white dear

Self-made art of another artist's rendition of this blog username

An artist rendition of this blog username (reblog)

Me simping over another OC called Fox (art)

Shit post Hearts Day (art)

Yandere short story

Lookism

Viral hit

Manager Kim

--

The index you hold in your hand closes. Your eyes feel heavy from how much reading you just did. There is not much to do now.

You could rest, maybe eat some food in the kitchen, but you have a suspicion if you leave the house and return at a later date. There might be more wonderful stories for you to read.

However, the choice is yours. You could mark this cabin on your map to return to or close the door on this chapter to continue on your journey unburdened.

The choice is yours.

[enretrogue]

𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

BLEACH

BYAKUYA KUCHIKI

Empty Headed — @monstas1ut .☘︎ ݁˖

JUSHIRO UKITAKE

Christmas Night — @kotonoba

KENPACHI ZARAKI

Tell Me What’s On Your Mind — @j-u-u-z-o

SHUNSUI KYORAKU

Arranged Marriage HCs — @brittscafe

Kinktober Day 22 — @brittscafe

Checking In On You — @j-u-u-z-o

SOSUKE AIZEN

Girl Dad!Aizen HCs — @muzansfangs

BLEACH MEN

How They Eat You Out (Aizen, Urahara, Ichimaru) — @muzansfangs

You Tell Them You Got A Brazilian Wax By A Guy (Aizen, Urahara, Kyoraku, Byakuya) — @muzansfangs

AOT

CONNIE SPRINGER

Highschool Sweetheart!Connie ⎢ Drabble — @cindol .☘︎ ݁˖

Connie Drabble — @kittyarmin .☘︎ ݁˖

Love Me — @backwzzds .☘︎ ݁˖

Plug!Connie x Homebody!Reader — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

Rapper!Connie x FashionVlogger!Reader — @666soulz .☘︎ ݁˖

The Brat and the Brat Tamer — @roseloon .☘︎ ݁˖

Look at Me, Look at Me, Ya Lookin’?— @

College Daze — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Plug!Connie Realizing How Fat Your Ass Is — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Texts Between Golden Retriever!Bsf!Connie and Alt!Reader — @rrenzwrld .☘︎ ݁˖

EREN JAEGER

Dropping Gloves — @ikkakvs .☘︎ ݁˖

Don’t Hurt Yourself — @ikkakvs .☘︎ ݁˖

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN (KIRSTEIN)

Tutoring w/ Jean — @mommypieck

Divorced!Single-Dad!Jean — @cptnleviackerman

Ex-BF!Jean — @honeybleed .☘︎ ݁˖

Best Friends and Bad Ideas — @captain-hawks

Wannabe Delinquent!Jean x Ballerina!Reader — @honeybleed .☘︎ ݁˖

Baby Fever — @honeybleed .☘︎ ݁˖

One Bed This Christmas — @imissyuuji

ARAN OJIRO

Phone Sex — @lovaesworld .☘︎ ݁˖

Drabble — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

ONYANKOPON

Drunk Delusions — @dilfl0v3rs .☘︎ ݁˖

The Good Girl — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Producer!Onyankopon — @merakidoll .☘︎ ݁˖

Softest Place On Earth — @honeybleed .☘︎ ݁˖

Store Owner!Ony — @merakidoll .☘︎ ݁˖

Behind The Mask — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Play Wit It — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Punishment — @dilfl0v3rs .☘︎ ݁˖

Relax With Me — @raynehmms .☘︎ ݁˖

“When I Say ‘Weak Ass’ You Say ‘Bitch’” — @raynehmms .☘︎ ݁˖

RENER BRAUN

NSFW HCs — @c0pkiller

Lazy Day In Bed — @chrollohearttags .☘︎ ݁˖

Househusband!Reiner — @squirrelsqwirow

“Please Let Me Taste You” — @spiteless-xo

EREN JAEGER + JEAN KIRSTEIN

Material Girl — @y3ager

AOT MEN

AOT Boys + Ovulation Week (Armin, Eren, Ony, Connie, Jean, Reiner) — @chrollohearttags .☘︎ ݁˖

“She’s Busy Bro” (Eren, Levi, Armin, Jean) — @jeannineee

“Sorry Wrong Person” (Levi, Armin, Jean, Eren) — @jeannineee

JJK

RYOMEN SUKUNAJealous!Sukuna — @ hon3y-y

[teejaywyatt1]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Bleach Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizen Sousuke/Original Character(s), Aizen Sousuke/You Characters: Aizen Sousuke, Original Female Character(s) of Color, Ulquiorra Cifer, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Loly Aivirrne, Menoly Mallia, Nnoitra Gilga, Coyote Starrk, Baraggan Louisenbairn, Tia Harribel Additional Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Oral Sex, Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Submission, Marriage Proposal, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control, Multiple Orgasms, Reader-Insert, Drama, Romance, Sexual Tension, Jealousy, Kissing, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings Summary:

Imagine getting kidnapped after one of the most important days of your life and being told that you've been chosen to become someone's Queen.