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prettynice8 · 5 months

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Kinkmas Day 9: God kink

Paring: Sosuke Aizen x male reader

This guy

Warnings: Kissing, degradation, blowjob, creampie, not much foreplay or aftercare, sex on Aizen's throne, reader is particularly twinky, obsessed reader, pet kink, God kink DUH

Part 2?

Word count: 1751

To say that you were surprised when you heard you were called to see Lord Aizen himself was a vast understatement. You were simply a mere human that he happened to have found and taken attraction to, so he took you with him, luckily being one of the rare people who can see soul reapers, and you agreed because if a hot god guy wants to take you with him, are you supposed to say no.

The reason for your surprise was that ever since you went with him, he hasn't so much as said a single word to you. He just gave you a room and sent someone to feed you every now and then, not that you were complaining, being able to roam what was essentially a whole ass castle. The arrancar were also very kind to you because how amazing you are and if someone disagrees then they might be right, idk.

So, you were actually pretty complacent with your life, as it was, though you would like to see the guy you completely changed your life for a little more often. Though I guess gods have more important shit to do than hang out with lowly humans such as yourself, it would still be nice to be acknowledged.

Suddenly, you were brought back to reality and out of your mind when you saw doors leading to Aizen's throne room. They were cartoonishly big, so much so that you couldn't even open them. I guess the Espada don't really have a problem with this because of the superpowers or whatever.

While you were attempting to open the doors Grimmjow happened to walk by.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, lightly snickering at your failed attempts at opening, to him, a normal door.

"Trying to get this door open." You replied, still pushing with all of your might, not even budging it.

"Need some help?" He questioned.

"No, I almost got it." You declined, still not moving it at all.

"Let me help you." He said, pushing the door open with ease.

"Thank you, my lord." You said, bowing in front of him.

"That's really not necessary, just helping you so I hopefully get something in return." He stated, giving you a wink.

You blow it off as him just being friendly, though a light blush still appears on your face. Though you still blow it off, walking in to Aizen's throne room, fucking finally.

Aizen greets you with a wide smirk, happy that he can now play with his little pet. You walk up to him, taking a while due to the dramatically long room. You bow before him, head down as mere mortals like you should probably not look in the eyes of such a higher being.

He laughs at your formalness and pats his thigh.

"Here," he demanded, his voice clear and strong while still remaining calm and gentle. You're utterly confused, and it is very affluent on your face. He doesn't talk or so much as be in the same room as you for weeks and suddenly wants you on his lap, not that you're mad, just confused.

Though you still follow his orders, attempting to get up on the large throne, attempt being the operative word here, as you fail trying to get up. He laughs at your incompetence and just picks you up, putting you on his lap cross sided.

"I wanted to finally talk to you, I'm sure you've wanted to do the same." He exclaimed, petting your head while doing so, which you thought was weird but didn't give any more attention than that.

"Oh, hell yes." You accidently let out; tone littered with desperation. Shit, shit, shit, now he probably thinks you're a weird clingy weirdo who's just thirsty for any dick you can find, which is true, but you still don't want him thinking that.

He laughs at your outburst, responding by kissing you. You were shocked, but you still kissed him back. His lips are rough yet still have a very relaxing feel. His hand runs through your hair, softly brushing it with his fingers as he puts his tongue on your closed lips, in which you immediately grant access.

You didn't know what you were feeling, joy, excitement, confusion, shock, anger, sorrow, they all blend together as the first thing he's done with you is put you on his lap and start to kiss you.

He breaks the kiss, lips leading down to your neck, easily finding and then kissing your sensitive spots. He then begins to leave love bites, licking them over after they form.

"You might be the luckiest person ever," he stated flatly, "being able to have a God such as myself who chooses you and only you for his mate."

A weird sense of relief washed over when he said, "you and only you", the thought of him having multiple other lovers has come up to you before, but you didn't care much then because you haven't done anything with him up until now.

He stops his assault on your neck, opting to take off your shirt and suck on your already erect nipples instead.

"You probably don't deserve this much attention from me, aren't I so kind as to offer it to you." He said, his voice so calming it could put you to sleep were it not for his touch.

"Yes Lord Aizen, you are the kindest person on earth to give such attention to a lowly mortal like me." You thanked,

"My are you obedient, I think I made the right choice." He said, the same feeling that you felt before coming back. He returns to suck on your right nipple while twisting his fingers on your left. Never have you felt such pleasure outside of pure sex.

He takes it up another notch, taking off his clothes lightly while instantly following up with ripping yours off, doing both actions so quick you couldn't even see.

This is your first time seeing his cock and holy shit are you not disappointed. It is quite long while also having a good deal of girth, having a perfect balance of both. It also has a surprisingly large bush for a man like him. He notices your eyes focusing on his burly dick.

"Impressed." He, not even being a question.

"Absolutely Lord Aizen." You replied anyway.

"Why don't you show me how much you love it?" He said, eyes gesturing towards his penis. You give him a quizzical look for a second before realizing what he's talking about.

You prop yourself up on his throne, his lap large enough to where you can get on your knees. You start off slowly, pumping his member with your hand, giving his tip a little lick every now and then, but you can tell that he wants more.

You let go of his dick, opting instead to give light kisses all over it, giving it the attention and love that it deserves. You switch to licks and then to eventually putting the tip in your mouth.

You lightly suck on just the tip until Aizen shoves you head done the rest of his cock, your nose in his pubes. You take it the rest of the way, moving your head up and down his shaft slowly, getting used to how it feels in your mouth.

You start to move faster, sucking his cock up and down, tears accumulating in the corner of your eyes from how big it is, in which Aizen kindly wipes off with his thumb for you.

His moans become really evident when you use your tongue, sliding it along the bottom of his shaft, you also use your hand to play with his balls.

"Fuck your good." He praised the compliment, giving you extra motivation to make him cum, which is exactly what he does.

You graciously accept his cum that shoots down his throat, swallowing every last drop. He opens your mouth just to make sure you did.

"Good job, now for the main course." He said, setting you right above the same cock you just sucked. He gives you one final kiss before slowly setting you on to his dick, not wanting to ruin his brand-new favorite servant.

You grip on to his muscular bare chest so you don't fall over, his girth feeling like it's going to split you open. He kisses, trying to calm you down, which works to some extent but still not enough to get it just halfway through.

After what feels like forever, he finally is balls deep inside you.

"Good job taking me all in, it seems like it's a perfect fit." He said, giving a kiss on the forehead. "Now let's see what it feels like when I start moving."

He stays still for a while, waiting for you to adapt to his size before moving. He starts off slow, not wanting to rip you in half, which is very possible with his size.

He starts to pick up the speed once he thinks you're ready enough for him to start moving for real. His pace and force of his thrusts both increase steadily. You moan loudly, barely being able to take it. it.

"You get the dick of a God in your tight ass, you're very honored." He stated.

"Thank you so much Lord Aizen, I love your big dick inside me." You whined between moans.

That's enough to send him over the edge, thrusting lifting you up rapidly and forcing you back down, his hips meeting halfway, he truly is a perfect being.

He really is using you as his own personal sex toy to use and abuse with how he's thrusting into you, but he is still caring about your sexual needs, occasionally sucking, biting, and licking your perked up nipples. His large body totally manhandles you, effortlessly lifting and slamming you on his dick.

You don't last much longer, one last lick on your left nipple is enough for you to cum, hard. He continues to bound into you, releasing not long after you, cumming right inside you.

He keeps his dick inside you; you notice but you don't care enough to react, drifting off into sleep in your Lord's arms. Though before you do you feel him kiss both of your cheeks, then he lays a flurry of kisses on your forehead, watching you peacefully rest in his grasp.

"I am absolutely not letting you go."

THE END

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kiwicopia · 5 months

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🔪🔪🔪for aizen

🔞 MDNI | Aizen x GN!Reader (HCs) 🔞

TW: Yandere themes, stalking, manipulation, blackmail, blood & gore, reader put into a dangerous situation, possessiveness & jealousy, bodily harm, reader is referred as Darling.

This man is already terrifying without the added obsession, but with it? He's quite possibly one of THE most dangerous people out there now. Unless you can catch the red flags early on to do something about it, which would be futile anyway, you will never know this man's obsession with you until it's too late.

Everything he does is now centered around you and how he'll eventually get you to be his. All of his plans involving you are methodical, and he sticks to each and every little step without ever straying away from it.

It starts out with stalking, which he's incredibly good at doing. Whether or not you're able to sense him won't matter due to the fact that's he's a master at concealing his spiritual pressure. Doing so allows him to watch your every move so that he knows what you like and dislike, who you're close with, who/what you care about the most, etc. It's all a part of him knowing what he can use against you, if necessary.

His obsession with you brings forth immense amounts of jealousy with him. Gods forbid you spend your time with anyone, let alone any man that isn't him. He's not above killing anyone, as it's part of his plan to try and isolate you so that he can have you, and it doesn't hurt him at all when you're suddenly upset about the sudden disappearance/death of a friend or family member. He'd honestly get jealous over a pet as well, but he probably wouldn't kill it and would most likely threaten to so that you fall in line.

Aizen is definitely not above putting you into dangerous situations so that he can come to your rescue. He'll purposely send low-ranked arrancars to attack you, and he'll watch for a minute or two before he comes to your aid. He can't let his Darling get hurt, can he? At least not too badly, that is.

He understands your fear for him, but he honestly doesn't care. What he doesn't understand is the fact that you're ungrateful for his assistance. Should he have just let you meet your death at the hands of his arrancars? Absolutely not. It's not a part of his plan, and neither was the entire act of you struggling to come to terms that you belong to him now. Can't you see that?

No matter, he has a few tricks up his sleeves. He's quite the master of manipulation, so that's his main tactic to use on you, however, if that doesn't work, then he can always blackmail you. "Darling," he coos, "you wouldn't want to see me angry, would you? You wouldn't want to see everything and everyone you care for to just disappear, right?" He says it in a way that makes you wonder if he's joking or not, but considering everything he's already done, you know he's not messing around.

If all else fails, then he won't hesitate to harm you. Obviously, he won't hurt you too badly. He can't do that to his sweet Darling. Maybe just breaking a leg or both of them. You can't move around with broken legs, can you? Don't worry, he'll take care of you. He's all you need, anyway.

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gloryhrs · 11 months

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⟡ 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.

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coki15 · 4 months

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#bleach x reader #bleach x you #aizen sousuke #bleach x female reader #bleach x male reader #shinji hirako #bleach jugram #jugram haschwalth #gotei 13 #sternritter #soul society

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churrobellscorner · 1 year

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Sorry about all the asks

Maybe just put 18+ adult

Also would you ever write for aizen, gin, szayel, yumichicka, shinji, as nodt, uryu, mayuri, ulquiorra or nnoitra?

I mean adult uryu just to clarify 😅

Yep, don't mind writing for any of them

Plus I fucking love Aizen

#sosuke aizen #bleach x gender neutral reader #bleach x female reader #bleach x male reader #bleach x reader #bleach

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brittscafe · 7 months

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Kinktober Masterlist

Hi! I've decided to try and participate in Kinktober this year! I'm so excited to write all of these. I'll update this master list as I publish these works.

I'll mostly be writing for Bleach, but I also be writing for Demon Slayer and Jujutsu Kaisen!

Masterlist

Day 1: Love bites (Gin Ichimaru x reader)

Day 2: Thigh riding (Shunsui Kyoraku x female reader)

Day 3: Public sex (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Day 4: Cockwarming (Jushiro Ukitake x female reader)

Day 5: Spanking (Shinji Hirako x female reader)

Day 6: Toys (Kisuke Urahara x female reader)

Day 7: Choking (Kenpachi Zaraki x male reader)

Day 8: Pegging (Renji Abarai x female reader)

Day 9: Threesome (Jushiro x Shunsui x female reader)

Day 10: Shower Sex (Ichigo Kurosaki x female reader)

Day 11: Overstimulation ( Tōshirō Hitsugaya x female reader)

Day 12: Mirror sex (Ryuken Ishida x female reader)

Day 13: Shower sex (Ulquiorra Cifer x female reader)

Day 14: Begging (Nnoitra Gilga x female reader)

Day 15: Riding (Coyote Starrk x female reader)

Day 16: Edging (Byakuya Kuchiki x female reader)

Day 17: Size kink +choking + aphrodisiac (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Day 18: Face sitting (Isshin Kurosaki x female reader)

Day 19: Hate sex (Kensei Muguruma x female reader)

Day 20: Love bites + overstimulation (Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x female reader)

Day 21: Squirting (As Nodt x female reader)

Day 22: Praise kink (Shunsui Kyoraku x female reader)

Day 23: Sleepy sex (Jushiro Ukitake x male reader)

Day 24: Oral, f! receiving (Shuhei Hisagi x female reader)

Day 25: Edging + mirror sex (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Day 26: Daddy kink (Ryuken Ishida x female reader)

Day 27: Soft sex (Jugram Haschwalth x female reader)

Day 28: Rope bunny (Uryu Ishida x male reader)

Day 29: Blindfolded (Ikkaku Madarame x female reader)

Day 30: Soft sex (Ichigo Kurosaki x female reader)

Day 31: Rough sex + daddy kink (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Extras:

Sensation kink (Shūsuke Amagai x female reader)

Love in the Dark part 2 (Kisuke Urahara x female reader)

I may or may not have forgotten about my Love in the Dark series with Kisuke Urahara, so don't worry pt 2 of that will be coming out on any one of these 31 days, don't miss it! <3

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ada7201 · 4 months

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Bleach Aizen x female reader? Aizen falls in love with a soul reaper who is a sweet person and also Ichigo's close friend. He meets the reader before he betrayed the soul society. He falls in love with her on the first sight.

this is such a cute idea!! here you go!

also, i apologise if this is a bit ooc for Aizen. I haven’t watched bleach in a while and i only really remember Aizen from when he betrayed the soul society! hope you like it ´･ᴗ･`

“goodbye!”

Sosuke Aizen x female reader ꨄ

Aizen never really cared that much Ichigo’s crew - until he caught a glimpse of a certain girl. to him, it seemed as if you had some sort of aura, brighter than the sun itself.

it shocked him, to feel such things towards a mere mortal girl. he was obviously so much more above her, and he hasn’t even started to…

“hello!” you’d greet, a warm smile on your pretty face as you looked up at the captain. he looked down at you, eyes widening at your sudden appearance.

“hello.” he smiled politely back, unaware of the soft pink blush forming on his cheeks.

he had noticed you before, but never really thought much of you - apart from the fact you and Ichigo seemed pretty close.

why was that suddenly so annoying to him?

“me, Ichigo, and the gang are gonna go back to world of the living, but i just wanted to say goodbye!” you said softly followed by a giggle, and Aizen swore a golden halo just appeared over your head.

you… wanted to say goodbye to him?

“oh, and could you tell momo i say thank you!” you add, straightening your posture as you recalled momo helping you out. she was such a sweet girl!

Aizen nodded with a smile. is that the only reason you talked to him? maybe he was getting his hopes up.

“Y/n! get your butt over here!” Ichigo would shout, waving for you.

you nodded, looking back to Ichigo with a cute grin, before waving to Aizen and rushing over to your friend.

“Bye, y/n.” Aizen would whisper, watching as you and Ichigo left.

what was this feeling? he just had to know.

the next time you visited the soul society, Aizen was quick to greet you - not that he wanted to, or anything… he was just being polite!

“oh, hi!” you’d smile at the brunette, waving a little before looking back to Ichigo, listening intently to whatever he had to say which was so interesting.

that just was not okay!

Aizen walked over to you, looking over your shoulder and sending a slight glare towards the orange-haired male.

“so, Y/n…” Aizen would start, a smile placed on his lips as soon as you turned to face him. his brain seemed to stop for a moment as he tried to think of ways to talk to you, maybe even get you away from that - thing, you call a friend. no, close friend…

“how are you?” he asked, leaning down to look at your pretty face. he really wishes that you’d visit the soul society more often. “i passed your message on to momo, and she says your welcome.” he’d add, feeling almost desperate to continue the conversation with you.

“oh, i’m good! me and Ichigo have some business here to attend to, so i’m afraid i can’t talk for long- but thank you talking to momo for me!” you said, feeling slightly flattered that such a high ranking captain was talking to you, of all people.

“do you mind if i tag along?” he asks- rather quickly.

“you’ll have to ask Ichigo that one, i’m sorry!” you respond with a soft pout, before turning around to look for the said male.

“why would i ask him? it’s your choice… and it’s not like he’s here, anyways.” Aizen pressed slightly, eager to tag along with you.

“well… okay.” you’d say in defeat, sighing softly.

the two of you set off, looking for Ichigo.

well, you were. Aizen was just talking to you.

“y/n, what are you and Ichigo here for anyways - is there anything i can do to help you?” he inquired, looking over to you as you walked beside him.

“no, no. i wouldn’t want to bother you, we’re just here to ask a few questions!” you smile sweetly at the male.

oh, there’s that feeling again.

“um- sir?” you would ask, watching as the captain in front of you began to turn red.

“oh-! call me Aizen, please!” he insisted, eyes widening as his cheeks grew redder. how could you be so cute?

“alright!” you’d respond, voice getting slightly higher as a blush creeped up onto your cheeks as well.

Aizen is a very nice man…

“y/n,” Aizen whispered quietly.

“uh-huh?” you’d nod curiously, feeling your cheeks flush back to normal.

“you should visit more often.” Aizen mumbled, and just as he realised what his big mouth said - he ran.

“um- i have somewhere to be! goodbye! hope you find your friend!” he called out, running away from the scene he had just caused.

you stood there, cheeks red and eyes wide at his words. did he really want you to visit more? he wanted to see you? really?

“goodbye…” you’d whisper, before Ichigo popped up behind you.

“y/n! y/n! y/n- what’s up with you?” he’d ask, looking down at his friend- who had skin as red as a rose.

“nothing…”

#sosuke aizen #aizen x reader #bleach aizen #aizen sosuke x reader #captain aizen #aizen x y/n #aizen x you #aizen #bleach x reader #bleach

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muzansfangs · 8 months

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My dear readers, welcome to the “𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬” event. Since on August 29th I’m turning twenty-four, I have decided to host this small event.

• How does it work? Being a busy person and having my requests closed, I have already set up everything. I therefore hope you will just enjoy the works that are going to be part of this collection and let me know if you are satisfied with them.

• What does the event consist in? This post will work as a real Masterlist for the twenty-four one-shots I’m going to post. I’ve chosen twenty-four male characters from Demon Slayer and Bleach, pairing each and every one of them with a line of a song I have chosen.

• Are there any other infos you should be aware of? The works will all be written in the perspective of a female reader. The contents of the works can be smut, fluff or angst and, sometimes, the various generes will be combined. I will make sure to add all the details concerning the warnings about the triggering themes in every single post.

• Anything else? This is the complete list of the works I will gradually update. There is not a specific order, but I will add the links of the one-shots whenever I get to post one of them! Thanks for the attention, your perfectionist admin.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

• 505 — Gin Ichimaru x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“In my imagination you’re waiting laying on your side, with your hands between your thighs”, Arctic Monkeys.

• BABYDOLL — Douma x f!reader (NSFW)

“When I meet your eyes, the devil, he wins”, Ari Abdul.

• IF I KILLED SOMEONE FOR YOU — Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (NSFW + ANGST)

“Would you love me more, if I killed someone for you?”, Alec Benjamin

• HEART LIKE YOURS — Sanemi Shinazugawa x f!reader (FLUFF)

“How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?”, Willamette Stone

• ATLANTIS — Urahara Kisuke x f!reader (ANGST)

“ ‘Cause in my heart and in my head, I'll never take back the things I said”, Seafret

• UNTIL I FOUND YOU — Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader (FLUFF)

“I was lost within the darkness but then I found her, I found you”, Stephen Sanchez

• FRIENDS — Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader (NSFW)

“Tell me we’re not just friends, this doesn’t make much sense, no”, Chase Atlantic

• SWEATER WEATHER — Renji Abarai x f!reader (FLUFF + ANGST)

“ ‘Cause it’s too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater”, The Neighbourhood

• BLUE JEANS — Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader (NSFW)

“You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop, but you fit me better than my favorite sweater”, Lana del Rey

• DAYLIGHT — Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. You and I drink the poison from the same vine”, David Kushner

• CARDIGAN — Tomioka Giyuu x f!reader (FLUFF)

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite”, Taylor Swift

• FUCK YOU IN MY HEAD — Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader (NSFW)

“I got dirty wishes on my mind, but you will never ever know that I, I like to fuck you in my head”, Cloudy June

• BACK TO BLACK — Obanai x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“We only said goodbye with words, I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to, I go back to us”, Amy Winehouse

• WHERE’S MY LOVE — Ulquiorra Cifer x f!reader (ANGST)

“Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same? Ooh, don’t wanna cry but I break that way”, SYML

• ALL OF ME — Kokushibo x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts, risking it all, though it's hard”, John Legend

• KISS ME — Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes but they don’t know me yet”, Ed Sheeran

• WHEN THE DARKNESS COMES — Shinjuro Rengoku x f!reader (FLUFF)

“When you're feeling lost I'll leave my love hidden in the sun, for when the darkness comes”, Colbie Caillat

• SAY SOMETHING — Ukitake Jushiro x f!reader (ANGST)

“And I will swallow my pride, you're the one that I love and I'm saying goodbye”, A Great Big World

• CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE — Akaza x f!reader (FLUFF)

“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, if I can't help falling in love with you?”, Elvis Presley

• SHADOW PREACHERS — Zaraki Kenpachi x f!reader (NSFW)

“You make me wanna love, hate, cry, take, every part of you. You make me wanna scream, burn, touch, learn, every part of you”, Zella Day

• HUNGER — Yoriichi Tsugikuni x f!reader (FLUFF)

“Oh, love, let me see inside your heart, all the cracks and broken parts, the shadows in the light. There's no need to hide”, Ross Copperman

• ENJOY THE SILENCE — Shinji Hirako x f!reader (NSFW)

“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms. Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm”, Depeche Mode

• BREAK MY HEART MYSELF — Uzui Tengen x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“I don't need your help getting off of this carousel. I don't need anybody else, 'cause I can break my heart myself”, Bebe Rexha

• VILLAIN — Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader (NSFW)

“I'll be the villain tonight. I kinda like when you despise me after we fight”, Bella Poarch

#muzan x reader #demon slayer smut #douma x reader #muzan smut #muzan kibutsuji #kyojuro x reader #tomioka x reader #aizen x reader #sosuke aizen x reader #shunsui x reader #kyoraku shunsui #ukitake jushiro x reader #ulquiorra x reader #grimmjow x reader #uzui x reader #bleach x reader #jugram haschwalth x reader #gin ichimaru x reader #kokushibo x reader

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ghost-party · 1 year

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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.”

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kinktober special fic: ghostface!aizen sosuke

ghostface!aizen sosuke x fem. reader

wc: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of murder, knife play, mask, manipulation (in typical mansplain, manipulate and male wife aizen style), unprotected sex, creampie, filming, threats, hair pulling, serial killer!aizen, praise, slight degradation, he’s pretty condescending, slight ass play, spanking, self blaming, self doubt, death (no main characters), he cuts your clothes off you, blood play (he cuts you and licks the blood away), reader is called kitten, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), blackmail, spit, tears

synopsis: oh no! there’s a killer on the loose and he’s already killed half your friends! who could he be? and could you be his next victim?

He knew it would be easy to string you along but he didn’t think it would be this easy.

Maybe it was due to him being such a good liar or maybe it was because of your love for him, but whatever it was he hoped that it would continue to last.

The past few months have been filled with fear, grief and death. Death is always a normal thing that happens in life but when there’s a deranged serial killer targeting everyone in your town, there’s cause for alarm.

Most of your friends have been targeted and killed by this freak that wore a ghostface mask, one after one and you didn’t know when they were going to strike next or who would be next. Luckily you had one person you could rely on to keep you safe during this time, your boyfriend. You met Sosuke your senior year of high school and have been dating since then. He was always there to be a shoulder for you to cry on when these murders started. He would always sneak into your room and comfort you until you fell asleep. He knew everything about you, your mother who passed away in a car accident when you were only five years old, your father and his crippling gambling addiction which led to his absence in your life, your aunt who raised you like her own daughter until she passed, he knew everything. It was easy to trust him and it was easy to fall in love with him.

Sosuke was the perfect man. He was kind, considerate, intelligent, handsome, just any kind of man a girl would dream of. Throughout the four years you two have been together he was always like that, you two never got into arguments, never got angry with each other, your relationship was the perfect relationship.

Here he was next to you, holding you in his arms while you rambled to your heart’s content. Once you were done he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and rubbed your sides. “How about we watch a movie? You can pick it out and I’ll go make us some popcorn then we can have some more distracting fun.” His fingers tickled along your sides and didn’t stop until you were able to pry his fingers off you. “Okay, okay, just no more tickling.” You looked up at him, meeting his soft brown eyes that always made you melt. “Fine, no more tickling for now.” He pressed his lips against yours then got up to head downstairs to the kitchen. You turned on your tv and scrolled through the channels to find something interesting.

During your search, you heard some loud noise in the kitchen and you quickly got up to check on him but you tripped over something. You hit the floor with a thud and looked back to see what it could have been, Sosuke’s bag. You stood up and took the strap of his bag to move it to a safer corner of your room. You looked down at the bag as you carried it and your curiosity piqued. You were never the type to go through his things but you had to see what that thing inside his bag was. You quickly looked over at your door and once you made sure he wasn’t there you opened up his bag more and rummaged through. Your hand touched something wet and you gripped onto the object and took it out the bag.

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped as you looked at what was in your hand. A ghostface mask covered in blood, you brought your other hand and dragged your fingers along the blood that was there. Some of it was old but some was fresh. You dropped it and let it hit the floor. It couldn’t be him, there’s no way it could be him, he was at the funerals with you, hell he even shed a few tears. It wasn’t Sosuke, it couldn’t have been. He wasn’t a cold blooded killer, he wouldn’t kill your friends, but why did he have the bloody mask?

Your bedroom door opened up and there he was. “So I rummaged through your cabinets and I was only able to find one package of popcorn but here it is. Did you choose the—” he lifted his head from the popcorn and saw the expression on your face, his eyes darted down and saw the mask on the floor next to his bag. “Fuck.” He set the bowl of popcorn down and combed his fingers through his hair. “What do you want me to say? Want me to come up with some bullshit excuse or do you want me to tell you the truth?”

Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach, there’s no way he could be so calm about this. He took a few steps closer to you and you were frozen in place. He kneeled down to pick up the mask and held it in his hand, admiring it almost. “Sosuke, why would you kill them? They were our friends! How could you attend their funerals knowing what you did?” Tears began streaming down your face as you questioned him but he remained unphased. He waited for you to stop before taking a deep breath in.

“First off, they were your friends, not mine. Yes, we were all together but it didn’t mean anything to me and I had my reasons. You don’t understand the adrenaline rush you get when you watch the life drain from someone’s eyes, it’s indescribable. But isn’t it better that you know the truth now? Now, you don’t have to worry about being the next victim because I would never hurt you. I love you and I’m sorry I lied to you but now you know the truth.” He reached a hand out to hold yours and you pulled it away quickly. “I should’ve expected that. But I was thinking that we could have a new life, start somewhere fresh where it’s just you and me. Don’t say that you don’t want that.”

“How could you say that? How could you think that I would still want to be with you? You need to go to jail, you’re sick in the head. All of our — no, all of my friends are dead because of you! I hate you Sosuke, I could never love someone like you.” You stepped away from him and took a few steps to leave your room but his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back. The look on his face was different, one that you couldn’t recognize. It sent a chill down your spine, was this the version of Sosuke your friends saw before they died?

“Do you really think they’ll believe you? I don’t know if you know this but the police now believe that there are two killers. So yeah, go on and tell them it was me but I’ll bring you right down with me.” He held up the mask and brought it closer to your face. “I know you touched it because there’s some blood left on your fingers and I know you’re a smart girl so we can come to the conclusion that what you touched was fresh blood. I’ll let you in on who it belongs to. Remember those two girls that have been obsessing over me?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to make some sense of what he was saying.

“Menoly and Loly are their names. Well, I made a little pit stop at Loly’s house and to my luck Menoly was there too. They had no idea what was coming for them and hopefully their bodies would be found by the morning. I heard that dead bodies and rotted flesh smell disgusting.” He scrunched his nose for extra emphasis before continuing. “If you call the police on me, I’ll just tell them that you did it. I am quite convincing, don’t you think? We could be the Bonnie and Clyde of this shit town or you could spare our reputation and just keep your mouth shut.”

More tears streamed down your face at his words, Menoly and Loly too? You remember the dirty glares they gave you whenever you and Sosuke walked hand in hand on campus or the small comments they would make about you but it was harmless. There was no reason to kill them. There was no reason to kill anyone, not Ebern, not Hirako, not Nnoitora, not Momo, no one.

He put the mask down and snapped his fingers in front of your face to grab your attention back to him, “so what do you say? We can continue acting like a happy little couple and skip town in the morning. We can leave this town behind, the past behind, any burden we carry behind, we can even put these murders behind us. I know no matter what you say you still love me, that will never change. You love me and I love you more than anything. Why do you think I did all this? I took everyone out of the picture for you! Ebern bullied you in middle school along with Nnoitora, Momo wouldn’t get over her crush on me and Hirako and his friends were just suspicious of me so I had to do it. Don’t you understand? This was all for you, for us.”

He lifts his hand to cup your face, you wince slightly but you hate how you slightly lean into the familiar touch. “See? You still can’t deny how I make you feel, even when words fail you, your body acts on its own. Even if you do speak, your body will betray you. Just admit it baby, just admit that you still love me, that your heart still races when I touch your face like this” he leans in closer, his lips barely grazing yours. “That your heart still skips a beat when I’m close to you like this. That you still get butterflies when I kiss you.” He closed the small gap and pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, something that you have grown accustomed to over the years.

Traces of the Sosuke you fell in love with were still there, it confused you and it hurt you. There was no way you two could go back to the way you were but maybe it was just meant to happen this way. You couldn’t imagine what life would be like without him, maybe over the years he made you grow dependent, made you need him to be by your side, he was part of you and you were part of him. Maybe you were just as guilty for your friends’ deaths as he was, you didn’t wield the knife but you might as well have been there coaching him through it. You were no better than him, maybe that’s why you still can’t seem to move yourself from him. Maybe that’s why you’re still drawn to him. That’s why you still love him.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t notice a shift in his behavior. When the murders started he became different. He always carried that bag with him, he always had something to do whenever you tried to plan a date night and he would always sneak into your room in the middle of the night. You wanted to ask him about it but he would always find a way to distract you whenever questions brewed in your head. At first you attributed it to grief, thinking that he was grieving over your friends’ deaths. Grief puts you in this limbo of overwhelming survival guilt and a deep depression, it makes you shut down and makes you want to curse the world and all its inhabitants at the same time. You were grieving over your friends and that put you in a weird headspace so you thought that, that was why his behavior shifted. But there was something in the back of your head, screaming at you to think of something else, to question him and find out what changed his behavior. All you did was ignore it due to your own selfishness, you ignored it. Scared of whatever the truth might be so you willingly decided to be blissfully ignorant and now your blissful ignorance has brought you to this moment.

His other hand let go of your wrist and moved to snake around your waist to bring you closer to him. “You can never hate me and you will never get rid of me. You’re mine and I’m yours. I’ll take down whatever is in my way to get to you and murder is no stranger to me, my love, I’ll do whatever it takes to get you and keep you.” He mumbled against your lips, your heart started beating faster in your chest as the gravity of his words settled in but you couldn’t deny how this side of him turned you on. A small whimper of his name left your lips and that gave him all the signs he needed to know he had you right where he wanted you.

He pressed his lips back against yours, this time more roughly than before. His hand on your cheek moved down to loosely grip your neck and his other hand moved down to grab your ass, he gripped the flesh roughly. Luckily for him you weren’t wearing much, only one of his shirts and panties, something you always wore at night. He turned you to push you back against your bed and you landed with a soft thud. “How could I ever let you go when you look like this? Plus, I already molded you to the shape of me, only I can bring you pleasure. No one else could make you feel the way I make you feel.” He leaned over you and leaned down to capture your lips in his again. One of his hands snaked up your thighs and lifted the hem of the shirt slightly to graze his fingers over your clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. He bit your bottom lip as he broke the kiss and moved down to press kisses along the expanse of your neck, focusing on your pulse point. “It’s a cruel world out here baby, you need someone like me to protect you. You’re just a feeble little kitten out in the midst of a storm, I’m your shelter, I’m your safety net, I’m your protection. My precious, fragile kitten.” He bit down on your neck harshly, making your arch your back and buck your hips into his touch. He groaned against your skin and licked along the teeth marks left behind on your skin.

His thick fingers traced over the wet spot on your pannties, “you like this don’t you? Like when I call you my little kitten? Or could it be that you like the fact that I did what I did? You like that I got rid of any threat to our relationship. Or could it be both? I think it's both, naughty little kitten.” He chuckles and stops at the neckline of the shirt you’re wearing, “what a pesky cloth, blocking my path from what I want most. I don’t want you going through the extra work to take it off, if only I had something to cut it off.” He tapped his finger against his chin and looked over at his bag that had the mask inside. “I think I know what I could use.” He smirked and moved off the bed to walk over to his bag, you watched him with curious eyes and a small gasp left your lips when you saw what he pulled out. A hunting knife with a slight curve at the tip, the same hunting knife that has been named as the weapon that led to your friends’ deaths.

He walked back to you, dragging his finger along the dull edge of the knife as he moved back to his original spot. “Now don’t move too much, this is very sharp, I wouldn’t want to cut your perfect skin. Not a single scratch belongs on you, kitten.” He set the knife down against your thigh, slowly dragging the dull edge along your skin, your breath caught in your throat as he moved it up until it caught the hem of the shirt you’re wearing — well, the shirt you were wearing. The cutting and ripping of fabric along the blade filled your ears and you felt your nipples instantly pebble at the feeling of the cold air hitting your newly exposed skin. He pulled the torn fabric off your shoulders and tossed it to a random corner of the room. “Now these pesky panties. Too bad I have to cut them off of you, they’re so pretty. Remind me to buy you more.” He dragged the knife along your chest, tracing the underside of your breasts before moving down your stomach and stopped when he reached the waistband of your panties. He lifted one side of your panties and cut that end then moved to cut the other end off you.

His eyes widened at the way your pussy glistened and a dark chuckle left his lips as he leaned down to kiss along your skin. “You’re such a dirty little kitten.” The knife was clutched in his right hand as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled bud then peppered wet, open mouthed kisses before showing the same treatment to your other nipple. He released it with a pop then kissed down the rest of your body until he laid between your legs. He pressed kisses along your inner thigh while his hand with the knife moved to your other thigh, dragging against your soft skin until he put enough pressure to nick you. You whimpered his name and he moved his head to the other thigh he cut, his pink tongue peeking out of his mouth as he moved closer and closer until you felt the wet muscle lick along the cut, collecting any blood that escaped the wound. “Sosuke, please I need to feel you. I need you.”

“Patience kitten. Patience is a virtue my sweet kitten and you need to wait but god you sound so beautiful when you sound so desperate. You’ll get what you want I promise, let me be a good boyfriend and tend to this needy kittycunt.” He stuck his tongue out again and licked up your slit, collecting all your slick and juices before suctioning his lips around your clit. Moans of his name tumbled from your lips while his tongue and lips kissed, licked and sucked at your mound. Your hands moved from the sheets to tangle your fingers in his chocolate tresses, pulling and tugging at the soft strands. He groaned against your cunt and he dropped the knife so he could push two fingers inside you, pumping the thick digits inside you quickly and curved them to press against your g spot. Your thighs shook around his head and you tugged on his hair tighter, trying to use your grip to both push him away and pull him closer. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” He smirked against your clit and sucked on the bundle of nerves harder, the pace of his fingers grew faster and he slipped a third finger inside you, stretching you out even more. “Cum for me now.”

Your hands quickly moved from his head to the sheets below you as your back arched and you cried out his name. “Cumming! I’m cumming! Sosuke I love you! Fuck!” He groaned against your cunt as you filled his senses with your essence, he pulled his fingers out of you and held your legs apart as he continued his assault with his tongue. You twitched and whined from the overstimulation while he devoured you like a man on death row eating his last meal. Once he decided he was done he pulled away and looked up at you as he licked his lips. “Sorry kitten, you just taste so divine I can’t pull myself away.”

He leaned down to press his lips against yours in a short kiss before he pulled back and manhandled you into the next position. He moved you like you were a puppet on a string and he was the puppet master. Your chest and face were pressed against your pillows and your hips were up in the air, creating the perfect arch for him. His hands smoothed over the curve of your ass before he pulled one away and spanked you roughly. You yelped and pressed your thighs together and he did the same to the other cheek and pulled your legs apart.

He stood up quickly to shed his clothes off and as they hit the floor he looked over at the mask. He smirked as he bent down to pick it up and as he stood upright he slipped it on his face and kneeled behind you. He never would have thought that he would be able to use the mask this way but he wasn’t complaining. He lifted the mask to spit on his throbbing cock and slipped it back down as he smeared his spit along his thick length. He moved closer and placed one of his hands on your hip while the other guided his cock to your entrance. “Scream loud for me, kitten.” With that he slammed his cock into you and you cried out his name as your second orgasm washed over you. He dug his fingers into your hips as he drilled into you, babbles and cries of “more please” sounded like the holy choir.

“That’s right, just revel in the pleasure I’m giving you. Don’t let any other thoughts but me corrupt your pretty little head. That’s all you need, nothing else. What good will friends do you, if I’m not there? Who could make you feel like this but me?” His cock brushed against your sweet spot each time he bottomed out, you were sprawled against the bed as he mercilessly pounded into you. “I’m your everything. I’m your savior, I’m your protector, I’m your god. Without me, there’s nothing.” The gravity of his words hit you hard, throughout your relationship he has become your everything. There wasn’t a life before you met him and a life without him scared you. He introduced you to things you never thought you could have and now you were in the palm of his hand like a bird with a broken wing. You were his and he was yours, that’s how it would be as long as there was air inside your lungs.

“You’re my everything Sosuke. I-I only need you!” You shut your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and he smirked at your words, you finally got it. But, he always had a backup plan in mind just in case you decided to change your mind. He leaned on top of you as his hips still pounded into you and removed one hand from your hip. That hand reached for his phone on your bedside table and he opened up the front camera. He adjusted himself a bit and grabbed a fistful of your hair and roughly yanked it up. Your mouth had fallen open into the prettiest “o” as he fucked you and your face was stained with tears and some drool.

He leaned in close enough so his masked face was in the frame, “say cheese, kitten.” You looked at the camera with half lidded eyes as he took multiple photos. His cock throbbed inside you at the sight of your fucked out face next to his bloodied mask and his thrusts grew harder. His heavy balls slapped against your clit and your toes curled as another orgasm washed over you. He dropped the phone and pulled the mask off his face, tossing it to the side and he pushed any hairs that stuck to his sweat covered forehead. “I’m gonna fill you up and you’re gonna take it all. You’re not gonna waste a single drop.”

You nodded as best as you could at his words, “please Sosuke, fill me with your cum. I need it, I need you, please.” Your voice was raspy from all the screaming you’ve been doing. He let go of your hair and slammed his hips into yours a few more times before cumming deep inside you. He let out a loud groan of your name and spanked you again. “Fuck!” As he filled you with his cum he dropped his head on your back and kissed along your spine. Once he caught his breath he pulled out slowly and laid down on the bed beside you.

He pulled you to rest your head on his broad chest and he peppered kisses along the crown of your head. “I love you so much and I can’t wait to start this new chapter of our life together.” You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “I love you more Sosuke, I can’t wait either.” He leaned in and kissed you softly.

You kissed him back and broke the kiss, “but promise me this, wherever we end up, you can’t kill anyone else. Please.” He nodded and pressed his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. “I promise.”

You both knew it was a lie. No matter where you two ended up there would be one person who treads over the boundary. It’s human nature and now it has become part of his nature to eliminate any possible threat to you two living a happy life. They were all pathetic ants that would be bound to be crushed, he just did them and the world a favor by crushing them with his own foot.

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seneon · 6 months

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𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

as one moves forwards, they come across a grave that is like any other. except, there were seashells nicely displayed above the tombstone. there was a legend where a merman never got back to the ocean, leaving him to dry on land. but legend is legend.

AIZEN X FEM PIRATE! READER 🎬 tw: tiny nsfw & death. A/N — the sixth piece. aizen would be such a perfect fit for an alluring siren ngl. for @tokyeoi's birthday 😎🫶🏼 luv u dria

before the death of y/n l/n came an story that was historical and cultural to many pirates that has set sail or is going to set sail into the sea for an adventure. her story will forever be a caution to every pirates, telling them to be aware of the sea. and the creatures that resided beneath the ocean.

in christopher columbus' journal, he wrote that he saw mermaids, but it was some other sea creature instead. in another pirate's diary, it was written that they saw mermaids swimming in the ocean. while another, recorded the same occurrence.

except, it was mermaids who hummed an alluring tune, driving his crewmen to slowly dive deep into the ocean by their voices alone.

y/n l/n wanted to see if it was true ever since she laid her hands on her brother's diary. so she gathered her own crew and set sail into the sea in search for those singing mermaids that drove mere pirates into the ocean to their deaths.

"captain! one of the crewmen dived into the ocean out of nowhere!!" a member barged into her room as she immediately stood up and walked out her room through the ship where people are gathered.

the weather was fine and so was the wind. the ocean waves were calm and slowly carrying the ship through the water.

"where did he jump off?" she asked, keeping a distance from the crowd and looking around the ocean in weariness. "over here ma'am," a crew member said.

"hey you," y/n asked the youngest member in her crew and handed him her journal and feather pen. "i want you to write down everything that is happening from now onwards. do not take off this earpiece that i am going to put in your ears until you set foot back home. you are appointed the next ship captain when i cease. all is well." she said and stuffed waved earpieces that blocked out all noises from the world and left.

a total number of two crewmen dived into their death during the day. then came night, where all the pirates were asleep in their cabins, while the captain is seated on the deck with a single candle lit, a book in her hand, reading the night away.

until the fourth paragraph, a soft humming filled her ears more than the ocean waves. her eyes never left the words on the page as she continued reading away, the humming coming clearer into her ears. was there a record of a male voice in her brother's books? she believed not, but this humming is the humming of a deep, masculine voice.

"reading?"

she immediately looked up to be met with a man so beautiful y/n almost thought he was angel sent from heaven. his features were so charming and attractive that they caught her in a situation that she couldn't quite grasp. in absolutely awe, she knew it was a trick.

"are you or your friends the one who led my brother's crew to their deaths?" she asked and set the book aside, walking towards the man as he grinned with a hum. "aizen."

"aizen," y/n said and immediately pressed her lips onto the salty lips of the man. then into the moonlight, down to their tippy toes, their bodies glistened under the moon's illumination.

the sirens might be haunting and alluring, but y/n is smart. so intelligent that she consumed poison that tastes like rose and kissed a merman. her sweat could never rival the voices of a siren, for her sweat produces toxins that slowly itched into the skin of aizen.

eventually, skins and scales were melting and a murdering suicide was thrown into the ocean, a death of a human and a merman were tied together by poison.

while the next captain wrote everything he sees down into y/n's journal, praying for the death and sacrifice of his deceased captain. there was a way on how to conquer the sirens and their haunting voices now.

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prettynice8 · 5 months

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Kinkmas Day 14: Authority Kink

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x male reader

This guy

Summary: So, this is kind of a part 2 to my day 9 Aizen fic, where reader after smashing Aizen goes back to their room, and a surprise.

Warnings: Kissing, smashing, creampie, cheating? fluff? spanking, authority kink DUH

Word count: 1509

Kinkmas Day 9:

You awake in Aizen's arms, and to his perfect face smiling down at you. You are still naked, though a blanket is covering you.

"Morning sleepy head." He greeted me.

'How long was I out?" You asked, still dazed from just waking up.

"About 9 hours," he answered, "you were smiling the whole time you were asleep."

"Oh my god, I'm sorry for wasting your time for so long." You apologized, trying to get up and out of his chair.

"Don't be, I'm glad you were here." He said, reeling you back on to his lap, laying your head on his chest. "But now that you are up, I need you to go back to your room." Your face drops slightly at the order, for you want to be with him as long as possible. He notices this and says,

"Don't frown, after last night, we will absolutely meet again." He comforted, a smile returning to your face, which he cups in between his hands. "In fact, we shall have dinner tonight." Your face lights up at what he said.

"A date?" You questioned. His brows knit together, almost as if he is in deep thought.

"I suppose you could call it that. Yes, a date." He stated. You almost jump out of your chair, but not before he places a kiss on your cheek. You make it to the door; your hand reaches for the handle, but you look back and smile at him.

"A date." He confirmed before you try to open the door, forgetting that it was near impossible for a normal human like you to do. You struggle for a while until it automatically opens for you. You jump back at the surprise, but quickly calm down when you see Grimmjow as the one who opened the door for you, offering a kind smile, though you do notice a tint of frustration by the way his eye twitches when he looks at you, and then at Aizen, then back to you.

"I'm taking you to your room." He stated simply, the smile gone right when he closed the door behind you, the loud noise causing you to jump again, Grimmjow's intimidating presence not helping. "Now come on." He then grips onto your arm, practically dragging you towards your living quarters.

You don't know why, but when he told you to come along, you felt a weird feeling in your stomach, the same feeling that you felt when you met Aizen last night when you walked towards his throne.

After that there is a long gap of silence, making the long journey to your room feel like an eternity, the air thick with Grimmjow's anger makes the time go by even slower, you're practically shaking, the only thing concealing you being Aizen's very own robe, and Grimmjow unusual quiet and snippy attitude adds to the eeriness of this entire situation.

"His stench is all over you." Grimmjow randomly exclaimed, catching you off guard. He then starts to grip your arm even harder, causing you to let out a yelp of discomfort.

"Grimmjow stop, you're hurting me." You pleaded, his bruising grip on your arm too much to bear. From this he shoves you into the wall, causing you to let out another shriek of pain.

"Shut up." He demanded, caging you to the wall with his arms, tired of this whole situation that Aizen and you have put him in. "Do you think I want this, having to be around you after what he did?" You look utterly confused by what he said.

"Fucking idiot, you have no idea what it's like." He exclaimed.

"Grimmjow I-"

"I said shut the fuck up, and don't you dare say my name like that." He demanded once again. You open your mouth, about to say something but the hateful look in his eyes deters you from doing so.

"Take that fucking robe off. Now." He ordered, "I can't stand the smell anymore."

"But I don't have anything on un-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!" He screamed, cutting you off once again. "Haven't I told you that enough." After not taking the robe off, Grimmjow takes matters in his own hands, ribbing it off himself.

The cold air hits you immediately, though after all of this, you still can't shake the feeling whenever he orders you to do something.

"Why?" You asked, your voice barely audible.

"What?" Grimmjow questioned, practically screaming at you, causing your voice to shake more.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, it becomes harder to speak due to the tears welling up in your eyes. "Why are you acting so mean, what did I do to you? Whatever it is, I'm so sorry, just tell me and I'll make it up to you." You said, straight up crying near the end.

You start to become a bawling mess, completely shocked by Grimmjow's sudden crude actions. He softens up, slowly becoming aware of how he's hurting you, though he's still giving you an enraged glare, just died down.

His answer to this breakdown is a kiss that completely shocks you, luckily no one else is around to see a Grimmjow kissing Aizen's prize. He holds this for a while, while also holding you in his arms as your hands rest in his arms, not pushing him away, just lying there.

"I told you to stop talking." He said, his voice still having a bitter punch to it, contradictory to his actions. It's silent for a while as you look dumbfounded into Grimmjow's face. He ends this silence, demanding things from you again.

"Kiss me." He demanded; the similar feeling develops in you when he says it. You still do as he asks, going up on your tippy toes to reach his surprisingly soft lips.

For someone who's only been human for a few months, he's surprisingly good at this, his lips moving perfectly in sync with your own. You break a way for air though, only getting in a quick breath before he goes back down to embrace you again.

"Open your mouth." He ordered, you obeyed, doing exactly as he said. He then slips his tongue into your mouth, surprising but you still go along with it. His tongue dances along with yours, dominating the entire situation, not that you're complaining.

His hands start to rub at your already erect nipples, pinching them between his hands. He puts them between his index fingers and thumbs, squeezing and rubbing them sensually, causing you to moan into the kiss. Then, you feel something hard poke at you, surprising you once again. Grimmjow notices this and states,

"That's what you did, and you're gonna fix it." Before taking into your room, which you two have been in front of this whole time. He picks you up bridal style, making you giggle, the noise music to his ears. He then sets you down on the bed, taking his clothes off before getting in with you.

"Spread your legs." He commanded, which you obeyed instantly. He then sets his dick in front of your hole, and by God is it huge. It's both girthy and long, with a bit of light blue pubes.

"I'm going in." He warned, doing as he said. At first, it's awfully painful, well for a while it is, taking a while to fit all the way in. He kisses you deeply, relaxing you enough to where he can finally be balls deep inside.

He stays there for a while, staring into your eyes with a smile, not a speck of anger or frustration in his face, just adoration.

Finally, he starts to move, at first painfully slow, not wanting to hurt you too much, but not much later, when he decides that you are ready for it, he starts to increase his speed.

His hips begin to clash into yours, your shrieks quickly transform into moans of pleasure.

"Louder." He ordered, which you once again obeyed, your moans crescendo into practically the only other sounds in the room, apart from the skin slapping together.

Thank God the walls aren't thin because even now if anyone was in a 20-meter radius they could hear the passionate embrace you two are sharing right now.

Grimmjow puts your legs over his shoulders, hitting somehow even deeper than before, causing your screams of pleasure to be even louder, even Grimmjow lets out a moan or two here and there, not being able to keep up the cool guy act forever.

Only a few more thrusts and deep kisses from Grimmjow, his tongue going in your mouth once again, practically exploring it, is enough for you to climax. He lasts a little longer, using you as his own personal object of release. After a few final, slow but strong thrusts, he combusts inside you.

You two lay there, his dick still in your ass as you drift to sleep in his arms. He doesn't do so as quickly, wanting to stare at your peaceful slumber for a little while longer.

THE END

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kiwicopia · 5 months

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Key

🍑 = female reader

🍆 = male reader

🍓 = gender neutral reader

⚠️ = spoilers

🔅 = fluff

✳️ = angst

💠 = smut/suggestive

🩸 = blood & gore

🔪 = yandere

Sharing is Caring ft. Jugram (fic) 🍑💠

My Kind of Love (fic) 🍑💠✳️

Him as a Yandere (HCs) 🍓💠🔪🩸

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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 || 𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢

“𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯“

Inspo: NF - I Miss The Days Chase Atlantic - Consume

Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki x Kurosaki!Male!reader

Summary: All he wanted was to have you return...

Warnings: Just angst

Words: 1601

When you left, Ichigo hated you. No one understood why you felt obligated to serve in the military, but you did. You up and left without another word. Being the oldest siblings, Ichigo always thought you would stick around. Be there to see him grow up and be the father figure he needed when your guy’s dad was acting like an idiot. But you left and it created a general resentment in the family that could be felt on all sides.

And even when you supposedly died, Ichigo hated you for it. Through all the years of him growing up to now being an adult and holding so many responsibilities with the Soul Society and your guys’ family, he never stopped hating you. Maybe it was the fact that you made him feel neglected when he needed you most. To teach him everything you knew and to just be an older brother to him. The thin line of what he had wanted from you was so blurry.

But he missed when he could smile knowing you would walk him to school. He missed when you would find a way to make his anxiety simmer with a simple smile and hug. And he missed the days you would hold him as he cried into your shoulder. Reflecting on all the bullying he got because of his orange hair. Those days were so simple, yet, so sweet that he wanted nothing more than to have them back. He wished for you to hold him once more as he let out every pent-up emotion.

But now, seeing you here, standing by Aizen’s side, he didn’t know what to feel. Because, behind the hollow mask that covered your face, he could see the orange tips and black roots along the edge. He knew no one else to hold those features besides you.

“Go have some fun, Y/n.” Aizen’s order was followed by you teleporting with a shimmer. Appearing behind your brother and kicking him hard enough to send him flying down to the streets below of Karakura Town.

Smoke filled the air from the impact of Ichigo’s body as he slowly stood to his feet. Grunting in annoyance as you appeared ten feet away. Still emotionless with your sword in hand as you watched Ichigo stand to his feet. “Alright.” He rolled his shoulders in an attempt to relieve the growing ache he was experiencing. “If this is how it’s going to be, then so be it.”

Gripping his sword tightly, he held it in front of him, ready to fight. But you raised two fingers and whispering, “Rapture.”

Everything around quickly flashed to white, a yell falling from his lips as he tried to block it out. But when it faded, he was invited to the sight of some sort of realm. A large box you two were trapped inside, with black lines perfectly lining the floor, walls, and ceiling.

Ichigo turned his attention back to you, seeing you lower your hand and rest by your side. Those familiar e/c eyes stared back at him. So familiar yet clouded with whatever was hidden beneath. Was it even you? Was this Aizen’s trick to get inside his head? Nothing was to be sure of, but Ichigo knew those eyes from everywhere. How they gleamed with happiness whenever he smiled. Or how much sadness you were able to hold back and mask behind a bright smile and glimmering eyes.

“You can’t escape unless you kill me or I kill you,” you told him, voice distorted to a gruff and almost hollow-like tone. Eyes sharpening, now glowing aqua blue with your sword being engulfed in blue flames. Raising your sword, pointed toward him as his knuckles paled, gripping the handle of his very own tightly. “But I won’t allow you to win.”

Faze stepping, body shimmering, you attacked Ichigo without a moment’s hesitation. The flames of your sword caused him to wince, the heat causing his eyes to squint. Ichigo pushed his own sword against yours to create some form of distance. But you only leaned your weight into your blade and pushed him back. Knocking him off guard for you to slash at his thigh. “Fight me, Ichigo Kurosaki!” You yelled, anger beginning to bubble to the surface.

“Y/n. Y/n, it’s me. Ichigo,” the orange-haired boy said. “Stop fighting and listen to me.”

He watched as you placed a hand on the side of your head. Finger tensing on the mask as you growled, faze stepping towards the boy and beginning to attack mercilessly. The strength and speed of your attacks did make Ichigo go on the defensive, but it never stopped him from trying to break through your Perfect Hollow Form. A mixture of his Vasto Lorde form and Fullbring.

“You’re a Kurosaki, Y/n Kurosaki. You have to remember.”

“Shut your mouth, child!” You release your full strength, sending Ichigo flying through the air and colliding with a wall. The sheer force caused him to cough up blood as he tried to find his footing in the air. “Show me the respect of a fight!”

Kneeling, Ichigo panted as he stared at your distant figure. “You left for the army 20 years ago. You died in a firefight. You’re my brother, Y/n!” He yelled, moving out of the way when thrust your sword at him.

Aizen, who watched from above, smiled in amusement. “You can’t get through to him, Kurosaki. I made sure that his hollow has full control and won’t survive-” Aizen could barely get a word out before a beam was shot directly at him, sending him out of the box. The hole he was taken out of healing over within seconds. Ichigo could only watch in shock as you lowered your hand, head bowed as you twitched.

Before Ichigo could comprehend anything, he watched your finger hook at the bottom of the mask. A scream tore at your throat as you ripped at the mask. Ichigo ran over, already knowing and having a feeling as to what might happen. “Y/n, stop!” He yelled.

But it was too late, with one final yell, you ripped the mask from your face. Releasing the power of your hollow and fullbring form at once, aiming themselves at Ichigo. He dodged and slashed at the burst of energy before thrusting his sword forward at the last. But was shocked to find you, his sword impaled through you.

A cough fell from your lips, blood leaking from the corner of your lips as you looked up at Ichigo. His eyes quivered, his mouth parted with his hands frozen to his handle. “Ichigo…” Your voice shook him from his thoughts, eyes began to tear up as he looked at you. Yet, you let a smile appear, hands placing themselves over his. “It’s good to see you, kid.”

There you were. You were finally here and he could finally see the light within your eyes. The same big brother he remembered. A laugh fell from Ichigo’s lips, tears finally beginning to fall as he held your face. “Y/n.” His lips quivered, trying to show you that he wasn’t the same little kid you had sadly left. But your softening eyes made it hard for him to try and impress you. And the idea of you dying right here in front of him after he finally got you back, making it only harder. “I don’t know what to do!” He cried.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.” You pulled his head to rest against your forehead. “You know exactly what you need to do. Although you may be a bit dense at times, you already know what has to be done.” Ichigo shook his head as you pressed a kiss to his head. “You gotta let me go.”

“I-I can’t! I just got you back!” He shook his head. “I know someone that can help you. We can get you fixed up and I-I-” Before he continued, you firmly grasped the side of his neck and made him look at you. Your finger’s digging into his flesh, but nothing hard enough to make Ichigo wince. But your gaze was stern as you stared back at him intently. A layer of content within your eyes as you sniffled.

“I fucked up a lot when I left you, Yuzu, Karin, and Dad,” you muttered. “I regret leaving and I wish could take back everything I did after that. But we can’t change the past, Ichigo. We have to accept it so we can move forward.” Ichigo watched as your breaths began to grow shallower as you allowed a twitch of a smile to form on your lips. “But no matter where you go and what you do, I’ll always be there, kid.” A tear slid down your cheek with your lips quivering. “I’ll always love you.”

Ichigo stared at you in shock, watching you grab the handle of his sword and begin to pull the blade from your body. Groans fell from your lips as you pulled the final length from you and fall onto your side. Seeing the box surrounding the two of you began to crystalize with your lips quirking into a smile. “Ichigo, find me in our next life,” you said aloud, a shaky smile taking its place on your lips. “I’ll make up for the time lost.”

And before he knew it, your body exploded into pure blue energy. Surrounding Ichigo and embedding itself into Zangetsu. Three small blue jewels glow brightly on the face of the sword.

Ichigo smiled faintly.

“I will.”

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