#aizen wishes he was this fun

[malewife-urahara]

I was told to ask asks . So

There’s no heterosexual explanation for this .

#Aizen is an underutilized character because if the main conflict was with the people he affected instead of it being left to Ichigo #we couldve had something interesting #the crumbs are fun though #they’re having the fruity rivalry #I wish they got more moments #mod: squish #mod: mix

[sashi-ya]

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 [+𝟏𝟖] 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗! 𝚊𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⬥ Happy birthday, Aizen-sama! ⬥ tw: +18. vag, fingering, possessive aizen taicho. I included many references: one of his phrases in hueco mundo, poem 12, the ink because of his lessons of calligraphy, momo and the letter to momo, Kyoka Suigetsu's meaning, the "untouchable" aspect of his personality and the development of his plan. toxic aizen.⬥ wc: 2k

“I refuse to let you go” “Sosuke, you are making this way more difficult than it should be. Please, stop it”

Your knees carve into the wooden floor of his room. The sun hasn’t even risen in the Seireitei, and you wanna leave before it does. But he won’t let you. Sosuke Aizen’s reiatsu is way stronger that the rest of the people know about. He can make you choke with just a simple stare from his deep brown eyes.

You cough, in all fours, spiting on the ground and panting. You need oxygen. “Sos…Sosuke… just- stop this… you are gonna kill me”

He stands up from the bed you were tangled with him a few moments ago in, and puts on his glasses. “Don’t go. I told you, I won’t let you go” he says, almost like a child throwing a tantrum for a sweet.  

He stops that rib crushing pressure and extends his hand to you. You look up at him, with eyes filled with tears. It still hurts that he thinks is ok to control you with that. Yet, controlling you with Kyoka Suigetsu could be worse. But he said he never will… right?

“Why- why are you wearing your glasses after all?” you ask, bitter. You know his secret. Captain Aizen isn’t that innocent after all.

“Because- never mind” he sighs, taking them off. “Stay. I need you here” he replies, as he leaves those supposedly fake glasses over the desk where a letter that has already been written lays.

You shake your dizziness away and stand up with difficulty. “No. Why? Call that little girl you like to fuck better” you grunt, believing that you have already decided you won’t be next to him when the “treachery plan” starts.

He laughs. “Are you serious, right now? I thought you were more intelligent than that, (Name)” he tries to gaslight you while walking towards you in a peaceful but dominant way.

His hand surrounds your wrist; but Aizen isn’t hurting you, not even grabbing you strongly enough for you not to leave. “Jealous? For me? Are you jealous, (Name)?” he asks, then taking his thumb to your lips.

You are tired of always succumbing to his lustful, so sinful approaches. He is unsatiable, and you are the only one knowing such thing. Because for the rest, the sweet captain of the fifth division of the Gotei 13, could never do such nasty things to their subordinates. Right?

“Aren’t you satisfied already? How much more you would like to use my body, Sosuke?” you spit, venomously.

“Why are you angry exactly? Is it because I told you tomorrow night not to come? Or because you want to come with me?” Sosuke asks you, making you walk backwards until your legs hit the desk behind you.

You swallow. Truth is that, you want to go with him to Las Noches. And also, you don’t want him to sleep with that annoying one… even if, it would be only Kyoka Suigetsu.

“Because… fuck you, Sosuke. That’s why” you back up, being the only woman able to talk to him that way. He would never, ever, allow anyone else call him by his first name, and much less insult him. But he knows where all of this comes from, and he is having so much fun with it.

You try to look away; Aizen is barely wearing his lose pants over nothing. If you focus on him, your eyes will only fall into the trap of his caramel skin. If you look past him, into the wrinkled sheets of his bed where he just fucked you.

“Look at me, (Name)… you really wanna go?” he asks grabbing your chin in between his thumb and index. So delicately he makes you look at him, as he comes closer and whisper into your ear. “You want to come with me, then? You really wish to be a traitor? You will be considered a criminal by the Soul Society. Would you go that far for me?”

You close your eyes. Frowning in pain… he is absolutely right. And he wouldn’t do the same for you; you just know that. You know he will never ask you to trust in him, if you do… it is just because you wish for it.

“I would go further, Sosuke. Even if I know, you will never, ever, protect me” you murmur, accepting an inexorable truth that makes you wanna cry.

You can hear him gasp. Somehow, your words were… surprising for him? For a man who has every step planned?

Aizen passes his hands behind your legs and lifts you up, sitting you over his desk. The calligraphy tint spills, falling like dark tears into the floor. Your palms get stained in black ink, almost like traces of blood that hasn’t yet been spilled… the blood of your people in the Gotei 13. You, knowing the truth of Aizen’s plans, and hiding them, make you already a criminal to them.

In between your legs he comes closer, pressing his forehead on yours. His chocolate eyes, as sweet but also as bitter, can’t look at yours for a couple of minutes. Aizen takes your hand to his chest, place in where you leave your handprint.

“Who said I won’t protect you, (Name)? No matter what may happen… As long as you walk by my side… There shall be no enemy that can stand before us.” He murmurs, giving you the gift of empty words, you chose to believe in.

You let your head fall over the crook of his neck. The smell of his skin, the deadly perfume you inhale and feel like your body relaxes instantly; the protrusion of his collar bones that call you to bite; the tickling sensation of his soft wavy hair… so inevitably irresistible.

He plants a warm kiss on your shoulder, grunting and inhaling your skin perfume. His hands travel to your arms, pulling down the yukata you quickly grabbed from the floor to cover your nudity.

He scoffs, sexily. “Where you planning on going out like this? with my clothes?” he asks, as he exposes your skin once more. “You want the rest to know you are mine. Don’t you, (Name)?”.

The way your name sounds with his deep voice, and the way he so subtly degrades you to his absolute sex doll makes you shiver. Your cheeks burn. He is not exactly right, but neither he is wrong, you want the rest to know you are his, and how much of yours he is.

“Is not that… I- Sosuke, please” you beg, what exactly… you don’t know. “Mhh? What?” he asks, smirking so deadly, as he slides his two fingers inside you.

You throw your head back, biting your lower lip. Even if you are still sensitive and swollen from before, you want more. Your body screams for more of his sweet torture.

Aizen knows perfectly well where and how to touch. The perfect rhythm, the ups and downs. Your body is yet another subject of investigation, one of his most successful ones.

“If I go without you, who would you fuck if it’s not me, mh?” Aizen inquires you, with tricky questions that have no right answer. He only wants to have a reason to punish you, even if he doesn’t really need one.

“No- Nobody” you murmur, in between whines and little moans. His fingertips bury right on the spot, making your inner thighs to tremble and your lower part to lose the sense of control. Your stained hands make a mess of his back, with nails that carve in marks that soon time will erase.

He keeps going, fingering you with merciless pace and enjoying every little whimper coming from your lips. Ah, so swollen lips he attacks with nibbling teeth that could make you bleed. Just like the love you have for this man, painful but so addictive.

It hurts, but keep biting, pulling, possessing me.

Aizen rejoices with the juicy sound of your cunt being violated by his fingers but is never enough for him. As much as he enjoys control over you, it is him who is losing it for his own body. For some reason, tonight he wants so much more than any night.

Is Aizen afraid of something? Of losing you? Even a genius like him sometimes feels doubt in his heart when it comes to love and loss.

“Let’s go to bed…” he murmurs. Usually, he wouldn’t care to fuck you almost everywhere. His desk, the floor, the bathroom, or his secret laboratory. But, tonight Aizen seems soft.

You nod, surrounding his waist with your legs, allowing him to carry to his bed. It is still warm from your bodies, even perhaps a little wet. And now, it’s about to become stained with ink, too.

When he deposits you on the mattress, you sigh loudly. His topping body over yours always leaves you out of breath. Sosuke looks at you, with eyes that aren’t proper for a man like him. Eyes that hide a tint of longing, there, where you can only see.

None of you speak. Would have made any difference? Absolutely not. The calm before the storm is always the most silent moment.

He takes your arms up and pin them above your head. With his free hand, he unties the cord that holds the hakama up, offering you a slow-motion show of his hips being revealed. It will definitely be painful when his body won’t be here to admire no more.

The stain of your hand remains there, in the middle of his chest, like the hollows, like the outcome of his plan… There, where your fingerprints have been left, will be then something shiny and powerful. Something that, in the end, will be the death of him, of you.

“Sosuke… if this is our last night, could you please make love to me?” you ask, moved by the painful ideas you just had. Love, what a stupid word to name in front of him.

“Love…” he whispers, letting go of your hands. At this point you are sure he will start giving you a three-minute-long speech on why love is stupid, and only belongs to humans.

But instead, in total calm, he takes his hand to your cheek, giving you the sweetest caress ever given by his soul. “Yes, I will…”

Your eyes widen, and probably your pupils do too. Your lips separate, but they are immediately tightly closed by his overwhelming kisses. If this is some kind of hallucination created by his Zanpakuto, you don’t know… but you definitely want him to keep going.

His hips search for your open legs almost naturally. He doesn’t need to see, his own hardness knows the way. The tip of Sosuke’s sex grazes your wetness, dragging your fluids up and down, pressing against your clit.

You let your hands printed all over his back and neck, as you clench with passion to his body. His intrusion is violent, but it flows so perfectly. Mixing both in one, feeling his impaling lust.

You can feel the way his back muscles move on your palms, the grunts coming from his mouth. Wishing for some moments to be able to see him fucking you from away… as beautiful and dangerous to enjoy, as a flower in the precipice for so many… and yet, a jump into the abyss just for you. A deep hollow, in which you drown.

“Take me with you… I’ll do anything” you bargain. “Take me with you, or kill me”. “I’m… taking you with me… I can’t- I- yes…ngh” he moans, turning you to the side, with him still deep connected with you.

You face him, noses touching. His hips going in and out, non stop, both reaching climax together, in the peak of pleasure and lust. One million finger prints all over his body, like the imprints of a love that could soon meet the end.

His façade, in pure ecstasy, is like those famous paintings of the human world…

“Aizen Sosuke, you are pure art. Like the reflection of a beautiful flower in the calmed waters of a lake…But, will I ever be able to touch the flower?”

You are the only one, who has ever touched it, (Name)… because even if I become untouchable, there are stains on my skin that will never fade away”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd the blade crossed your heart, but it didn’t hurt. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAfter all, you didn’t need to betray Gotei 13…

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#aizen sōsuke #aizen x reader #aizen sousuke #aizen sosuke x reader #sosuke aizen #aizen bleach #bleach x reader #bleach #bleach anime #bleach x reader fanfic #bleach fanfic #muken aizen #sashi ya #aizen smut

[iamumbra195]

MY favourite bleach head canons in no particular order

1. the idea that all shinigami in gigai give off uncanny valley vibes

Basically like Isshin, whose not quite human but not quite shinigami, meets some of Ichigo’s friends when he was a kid like Tatsuki and she obviously met his mom before and she was nice so she wasn’t expecting much from his dad and then she meets him and her first reaction is ‘what the fuck is that???’

The kurosaki kids, who have grown up with their dad and have pretty high levels of reiatsu, don’t actually realize this while their human friends just instinctually avoid Isshin ‘cause they feel like something’s off about him

of course over time and with extended exposure to Ichigo’s reiatsu, the weirdness kinda fades away but anyone outside of Ichigo’s circle generally avoids all the shinigami that come to Karakura in gigai for those reasons

2. all animals hate shinigami except cats and crows

literally for no reason besides the fact that I like them

I love the idea of shinji with his creepy ass smile just perched on top of a telephone pole and if he stays still long enough, crows will start sitting on him XD

I also have cats that I love and I love the idea of Ichigo just chilling on his bed with an orange cat and doing the purring thing with it while he’s sleeping

And then when he goes to a pet store with Rukia because she wants to see bunnies, all the animals go ballistic anf they get kicked out XD

3. the visored + ichigo with animalistic traits

laying down on hot things because it feels nice on their skin and soothes something in their lizard brains

eyes that flash hollow yellow when they feel intense emotion (inspired the scene in the anime where Aizen says that hollowification is faster when agitated so emotions heavily affect their appearance

I like the idea that they get very tactile with people they care about (not in a romantic way) and they get into little wrestling matches over stupid stuff because that’s they’re idea of playing and bonding

Shinji gives cat vibes, you can’t even tell me he doesn’t just look at him. When cats make eye contact as they push something off the table- that’s him

I also really like the idea of the hollowification affecting their zanpakuto. Given that Ichigo was pretty much born with his hollow, he doesn’t notice the different the way the Visored do 

Shinji’s whole standing upside down and reversing the gravity on himself, I like the idea that it came after his hollowification and if he wishes he can do it to others

Idk if there’s any jjk manga readers her but you know that attack kenjaku has where he makes you feel like you’re falling but you’re not really? He does it to Yuji a few times when he’s fighting mahito and I love the idea of Shinji having that ability, just completely fucking up their sense of reality and direction

I haven’t thought of the other visored abilities but from my other AU that I will never write, I mentioned that Kaien was hollowified as well so I love the idea of him just being completely obsessed with everything water related and having an affinity for any water type kido and being able to control minor amounts of water without actually drawing Nejibana and being able to breath under water

4. all zanpakuto spirits do commentary in their weilders head

but only ppl like Ichigo and Toushiro who have incredibly powerful spirits that they can literally talk to in the middle of a fight can actually hear

Like Zabimaru, haineko, and all the other zanpakuto are just constantly making fun or nitpicking the way their weilder uses them

But Ichigo is the only one who has to suffer through Zangetsu (Shiro) cackling in his head while Toushiro gets useful feedback and Ichigo’s just completely done with him

a sadder headcanon: all zanpakuto spirits talk to their weilders regularly however, the Visored because of their own fear of their hollowification have estranged themselves from their zanpakuto spirits and like Shiro is hostile with Ichigo in canon, the others are like ten times worse

5. If Ichigo every actually seals his zanpakuto, he’d be incredibly sensitive to reiatsu (I forgot to add this one the first time and I didn’t wanna make another post XD)

I personally love this little explanation of Ichigo’s powers and you know how Ichigo is just really shitty at sensing reiatsu at the beginning? Shinji commented on it a couple times and seemed pretty confused by it.

I think that part of the reason why he’s so bad at it-- especially after the SS arc ‘cause remember he was actually pretty good at sensing back then-- is because after he achieved Bankai, Hollow Zangetsu was in control rather than OMZ and with that switch in power came a significant uptick in his own reiatsu to the point where Ichigo actually feels like he’s being crushed by his own power and he can feel how close Shiro is for the first time and he’s actually scared of his own power

Hiyori even comments about how he’s scared of his own bankai because the distance between him and Shiro decreases everytime he gets stronger since Shiro gets stronger with him

Anyways, we’re not devolving into an analysis about Ichigo and Shiro but eventually Ichigo learns how to sense things properly even with his own reiatsu

So when he finally seals Zangetsu and he’s no longer covered by his own power because it’s finally sealed, he’s gonna be sensing things so much stronger and get sensory overload only it’s ✨reiatsu sensitivity✨

6. Souls in the Society age until they find an appearance both they and their reiatsu level is comfortable with (Another one because I’m an idiot and I forgot)

Excluding Toushiro’s weird case of appearanc shifting but I guess that could be attributed to his bankai’s weirdness that I don’t know much about

I don’t think we’ve gotten on actual explanation on how souls age so I’ve decided to apply this hc

Basically the reason why ppl like Unohana, who looks incredibly similar to herself from a thousand years ago, the only difference being how much less sinister she looks and how calm she looks

Plus, all the characters from the Turn back the pendulm arc barely changing over a hundred years is wild

I initially thought of it as comparing every decade a soul lives to ever year a human lives but that didn’t feel right so I chose this

#visored #ichigo kurosaki #hollow ichigo #hollow zangetsu #shiro #zanpakuto spirits #bleach #headcanons #shinji hirako #half this post devolved into stuff about him #shinigami #animals #uncanny valley #uncanny shinigami gigai

[rosemary03]

sex therapy with Aizen

Masterlist ;3 | tags: @stygianoir |

Note: This is a bit explicit and long, it took me a long time to do it but I liked it haha, enjoy and read the warnings (maybe there are many misspellings and it is not well understood, sorry for that)

──♡ warnings: nsfw +18 rough sex | double penetration | hair pulling | face, pussy and ass slapping | vaginal fingering | vaginal sex | orgasm denial | clothed sex | patient/therapist relationship | infidelity (it's just aizen's hypnosis) | manipulation | use of sir / miss | hypnosis | overstimulation | oral sex | aizen loves the reader but also enjoys playing with his mind.

It was the first time that you would go to see your therapist, you talked a little with him on the networks to confirm the time of your session but it was not much, he had many good reviews on his page and you needed to relieve your stress in some way, maybe to give you some other advice, so you decided to go.

You were walking through the streets when suddenly your phone rang, you quickly took it out of your bag and… Surprise! He was your boyfriend, so you responded immediately.

"Hello! I just wanted to know how you were and if you had arrived yet" says your boyfriend from the other phone line

"I'm fine, I'll be there soon, I hope everything goes well hehe" you answered as you continued walking, you had a strange feeling, was this really happening?

"Well, in that case I wish you luck, I also wanted to let you know that I'm going out with some friends, so you don't have to worry"

"...Oh, have fun, and uhm...I'm here, so I'll call you later, bye!" you hung up the phone and put it away, then you looked at the big building in front of you, it was definitely the building in the photo your therapist sent you, so you went inside.

Everything was so clean and spacious, a combination of black and white, something modern but elegant at the same time.

There weren't as many people as you thought, just a few sitting waiting to be called for their session with other therapists.

Talk to the receptionist and she gave you directions, go up to the third floor and in room 24 they are waiting for you!

You went up and knocked on the door as indicated, a tall dark-haired man attended you, he told you "I was waiting for you, feel comfortable"

It was a spacious room, as expected, there are some big black armchairs, a desk and a coffee table.

"You are (name) right?" asked the man

"Yep! It's me, and you're Mr. Aizen?"

He nodded with a soft smile and made you sit in the chair across from his desk.

"Okay, let me ask you a few questions first, Miss (name)," Aizen said, his glasses glinting in the light from the computer in front of him.

"yes of course"

"perfect" he smiled kindly at you again, on the one hand you felt good with him, it had barely started but you liked it, again you felt that strange sensation, but hey, it's just your imagination right? I had never been here before.

♡...

You lost track of time, you don't know how many hours passed but what you did know was that mr. Aizen started with subtle questions, like what do you normally do, who are you currently dating, how did your morning start, and that sort of thing.

"So you're telling me you can't cum?" says the man with glasses in front of you.

“Um?! That ? I…” How did he know that? Were you sure you never mentioned it, also how did they come to that? You asked yourself.

"Hmm?"

"What do you mean...?" you asked a little embarrassed, maybe you were getting confused.

"Oh? What do I mean? Isn't that obvious? This is sex therapy miss (name), obviously I mean you can't cum during sex right?"

“Sex therapy��? I didn't come for-"

"Answer my question" Aizen says with a firm voice.

“…That's right, I can't… Uhm but, I think im in the wrong room, I didn't come to do sex therapy mr. aizen" you say as you get up from your chair

"Hmm? No?, you're on my patient list, I thought I'd made clear the type of work I specialize in, miss” aizen stands up and walks towards you, his footsteps light on the ceramic.

"Let me solve this problem, that's why you came here right princess?" he speaks again, now he is close to you, his gentle smile is still on his face, his size makes you feel so small and his words have an effect on you, his firm voice and the way he looks at you makes you want to submit to him.

He took his hand to your neck, squeezing it slightly, your cheeks burned from the closeness and his actions.

“W-what are you doing sir!? "You screamed in embarrassment, you felt how his hand went up to your jaw, caressing it, with his thumb he reached your lips, gently crushing them.

"my job"

"But I don't-" your words were interrupted by the strong slap that Aizen gave you on the cheek, you got scared but you liked that feeling of power that your therapist had over you...

“I didn't give you permission to speak miss (name), I expect you to follow my instructions so that I can do my job well, okay? ” he said between laughs, he was having fun.

“uh…okay” you said as you caressed your cheek that was burning from the slap.

Aizen smiled at you and walked towards the black and shiny couch that was in the living room, the man took off the white coat of his work uniform, leaving it on one side of the couch, then he sat down with his legs apart, his thighs pressed against his pants. white, then he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt allowing you to see his forearms, he took off his glasses and pulled his hair back, letting a lock fall on his forehead.

He looked so hot he was so big and he knew how to be in control you loved him but it was wrong right? You shouldn't feel this way when you see your therapist when they just want to help you have a good time.

"come sit down dear"

You obediently walk over to the couch, but as you're about to sit down, Aizen grabs your wrist.

"Here" he says as he points his index finger at his legs, he wanted you to sit on his lap.

"But I shouldn't…" you reply thinking of your boyfriend.

"mmm? It's okay, do it, after all this is a therapy session" Aizen pulls your wrist and you are forced to sit on his lap, from behind the man begins to caress your thighs, and with the other hand He grabs your chest and pulls you towards him, now your back is pressed against Aizen's chest.

"Well, that's baby" now the hand that was on your chest goes down to your abdomen, leaving caresses and provoking you.

His breath tickles your ear "so don't be so shy, I'm going to touch you and tell me if you like it"

"That... is necessary, Mr. Aizen? ”

"Of course, otherwise how will I know why you can't cum?" You looked back and Aizen quickly caught your lips in a careless and messy kiss, his hand grabs your hair and pulls your head towards him to keep you still, you let out a moan but it was muffled by Aizen's tongue abusing yours .

After leaving you breathless he released you from the kiss, their tongues moving away with a thread of saliva pulling them.

“Okay, now that we've started… I want you to call me sosuke, okay (name)? ”

Your breathing was agitated, your face was red from the heat and the shame you felt to be doing something so intimate with a man you barely knew.

"Okay... Sosuke"

“That's it, now I want to see you, okay? Aizen said as he separated your thighs, you quickly stopped his hands, you didn't want him to see your panties wet from the arousal of your pussy, you didn't want him to know that he was the reason for your lewdness.

"What's going on? Don't worry about a thing, I'll take care of everything (name)" Saying that, he manages to part your thighs now open for him, enjoying the sight of your clothed pussy before slapping his hand to Seeing your reaction, you let out a cry and jump onto his lap, hardly noticing his hard cock under your ass.

“How cute, did you like that? ”

Shit, of course you liked it, you were elated, you knew he only said it to annoy you.

"Answer me," Aizen said, slapping your clothed cunt.

"Yes, I like it!" you respond agitated

Satisfied with your answer, Aizen pulls your panties aside, exposing your pussy, his finger caresses your wet folds from top to bottom, and with his thumb he presses on your clit, circling it.

Damn he was too good at this, you love the way he masturbates your pussy, sighs and moans come out of your mouth, Aizen likes those sounds, he wants to fuck you unconscious but he likes to take his time, he He knows what you like and he's going to take advantage of it.

"You told me before that you have a partner, in that case I need to know if he does this" says Aizen reminding you that you have a boyfriend that you supposedly love.

"Oh!" again you stop his hand, you shouldn't be doing this, you tell yourself.

"Mmm... I need you to answer... And I also need you to be obedient (name), let me do my job.

"We can not..."

Aizen didn't give a shit if you could or not, he knew you wanted him to keep touching you until he finished fucking you like you both want.

His lips settled on your neck, biting and kissing the sensitive part of it, provoking you again, he was encouraging you to continue.

"Answer my question (name) does your boyfriend do this? I want to know if it makes you feel as good as I do"

I completely ignore your words, but you can't deny that Aizen made you feel better.

After so much silence, youresponds, “No, he don't, Mr. Aizen" you feel that he smiles on your neck, although he asked you to call him by his name, you insist on calling him sir as a sign of his power over you.

Aizen looks down, admiring the glistening wetness of your juices on his fingers.

"Get up," he demands, to which you obediently rise from his lap, looking up at Aizen's flushed and slightly sweaty face, your gaze lowers to the large bulge in his white pants, then Aizen's hands drop to his belt. unbuttoning it and exposing a portion of his boxers, your legs begin to tremble just at the enticing sight.

"get it out"

"Uhm? "

“My dick, get my dick out of my boxers, like that or more specific (name)? He says mocking your feigned innocence.

Embarrassed, you sit on his thighs, releasing his hard cock, to which Aizen lets out a small sigh.

He was also enjoying this and it shows by the way he talks to you, teases you and by the pre-cum that lubricates the tip of his cock.

You don't know exactly what happened next, but what you do know is that your breasts are bouncing on your therapist's face from the strong thrusts he's giving you from below, even though you're the one on top he's in control of your movements.

"that is! So good…” Aizen says complimenting you, his hands traveling up your thighs to your butt inserting a finger into your second hole, you moan from the sudden stimulation.

Now he's licking your nipples, leaving visible bites and hickeys, you feel overstimulated, double penetration and Aizen's tongue do their job very well!

"Sosuke don't stop!" You scream feeling how your legs shake with pleasure, you are about to cum, obviously Aizen noticed this, but you weren't very obedient to him, you didn't let him do his job before, so he really doesn't think you deserve to cum now .

So with one last strong thrust he stays still under you before you can cum, you feel your wet and sticky sexes from the juices of both.

"sosuke..." you complain

"Mmm..." Aizen grabs you by the hips and pushes you to the side of the couch, now you're stretched out face down on it.

You can barely respond to his actions when you feel two strong slaps on your butt, you moan from the burning sensation that remains on your buttocks, Aizen raises your hips leaving your butt in the air, with his fingers he opens your lips and plays with your pussy before eat you from behind.

His hands grip the fat of your butt as he sticks a finger inside your pussy, you could hear your juices splash every time his tongue sucked on your clit, you were sure your moans could be heard even in the next room but The ecstasy of the moment mattered more to you than they're going to hear you fucking your therapist.

Aizen releases your pussy with a "pop" and slaps you one last time. "That was good," he says as he stands up and guides the hilt of his cock towards your entrance.

A loud moan escapes your throat as Sosuke inserts his cock, you hear a loud "uughh" from Aizen.

He began to ram you mercilessly from behind, you felt full, wet and overstimulated, it was the punishment you deserved for your disobedience.

"Sosuke that's too much! Your screams and moans were of no use as Aizen grabbed your arms by the wrists and pinned them against your back.

Aizen's rhythm was relentless, your eyes filled with tears, there was a mixture of pleasure and pain that accumulated with each brute thrust he receives, from the screams, moans and the reaction of your body Aizen knew that all the accumulated pleasure was about to break.

Then they increased their speed even more, the noises that come out of your mouth make him smile dangerously, wanting to fuck you until he fills you with all his semen.

Despite everything you loved the way he was fucking you, his last thrust brought you to orgasm, squeezing his cock and squirting on it Aizen slowed down a bit, admiring his work of art, you, wet, messy and made a mess, but it was still missing, now it was his turn to cum and the sight only tempted him more to cum inside you.

"That's delicious! So cute and just for me" he says resuming the rhythm from before, letting go of your arms and grabbing your hips, you feel that he is about to cum too from the hard moans he's releasing, you feel your entrance aching with each push, his cock tenses inside your spongy walls, with one last thrust and an "Uurgghh" he releases strings of semen inside you, their sexes are sticky with the semen of both and that feels so good.

Aizen leans back watching his cum spurt out of your pussy, what a nice sight, he thinks, then wipes himself a bit and pulls up his pants, fixing himself before ending his session.

Looking at his watch, he sees that his therapy hour is over "fine, we've finished today's session... see you next week" and make sure you get home with my sperm inside miss (name)" he gets up and goes back to desk, you're so exhausted you can barely get up and your eyes are heavy.

♡...

You get up from your bed sore, you don't know exactly what happened but you notice the marks on your skin as soon as you look in the mirror, unfortunately the doorbell of your apartment rings and you have to go see who it is.

So you open the door and well, it was just your friend sosuke,

"I hope you don't mind that has come so late" he tells you with a tender smile, you quickly let him in and within the inside the conversation that you have while having dinner together Aizen asks "so how did your first therapy session go?" ? ”

You choked on your food, you skipped your session with Mr. Urahara because you fell asleep all afternoon!

When she catches her breath, she answers that you couldn't go because you fell asleep, maybe you were so tired that you slept too much

"Oh I see! That's bad, maybe I should be your therapist dear? "responds your friend sosuke between laughs

"Wow... Even if you don't believe it, I dreamed that you were" you say embarrassed

“So should I see you for the next session? ”

── ♡ sorry mr. urahara but the therapist aizen arrived first 😽

#bleach #bleach anime #bleach x female reader #bleach x y/n #kisuke bleach #kisuke urahara #aizen sosuke x reader #aizen smut #captain aizen #sosuke aizen #aizen sousuke #aizen x reader #aizen x you #bleach aizen

[muzansfangs]

Hello. Its been a while since i saw that giant aizen requests in some bleach fan page i want hear your thought about this (MAN that's the craziest thing EVER but also its fun😅)

There is a community called G/T(means giant/tiny its sfw and it can have fearplay or fluff or even both)

i think imagining aizen in this case will be anyone's nightmare but still cool😏😁

Giant Aizen Sosuke and how his condition would affect his relationship with his significant other.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader;

Format: head canons;

Warnings: fluff, some fear play and Aizen being the absolute menace he has always been;

Plot: If Aizen Sosuke was a giant, what would happen to his relationship with his significant other? Would his behavior change overall? What could happen to the world? Would his condition be detrimental to his plans?

Author note: It is rather rare for me to put the ‘author note’ on the top of my works, but since I am unfamiliar with this field and community, I felt like apologizing ahead of time if I have not centered the topic. I did not plan to write this request now, I have already written down a list of works with ‘TOP PRIORITY’ to take care of, but when the right inspiration for something strikes me… Well, guys, you know me. I have to write down whatever crosses my mind. As per usual, feedback is greatly appreciated, especially from people who might have experience with this scenario!

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• Aizen Sosuke is already a menace with his standard height. Now, if he was a giant, what do you think would happen? Oh, guys, world domination is coming. Nothing could ever stop this man from achieving his goals and I believe his condition would make it actually easier for him to literally squash down onto the concrete his opponents, seeing them as nothing but ants.

• Destroying things and enemies with a snap of his fingers became an hobby for him. He did not even had to wield his sword, most of the times. Thus made his confidence boost, naturally.

• Albeit he constantly needs to calibrate his strength, or else he is going to demolish everything around him, Sosuke mantains his grace and he does not need to put much effort into reducing the impacts of his limbs on his surroundings. It comes natural to him.

• Expect a lot of sassy comebacks from him, when Yamamoto or Ichigo try to slash at him. A shit-eating grin plastered over his face, he would literally swat them away like flies. Amusement rather than annoyance filling his eyes.

• “Midges are truly pests, don’t you agree, darling?”.

• Obviously, he actually becomes the Soul King and haa no qualms about anyone, but you. Always by his side, nestled into his pocket, he never leaves you alone. He can not risk his enemies hurting you, his most precious thing. Wherever he goes, you follow him. Maybe it would be more appropriate saying he would ‘carry you’ with him. Literally.

• This giant villain would give you the moon, if you wanted it. There is nothing he could not provide you with in his regular form. Just imagine whatn he would be able to do if he was a giant. He could literally eradicate the Eiffel Tower from Paris to give it to you. Your wish is his command.

• I believe he would be a little scared of hurting you. Stroking your cheeks and hair was not that easy what just his finger could break your spine. Sosuke was extra careful in touching you, but this would not be much of a problems. Years of experience helped him to adapt himself to the situation. There are times, though, when he would love nothing more than to hold you in his arms, nose buried into the crook of his neck. While it could be impossible to ever be involved into a tight embrace, Sosuke would work day and night for a solution: making you a giant too would solve a lot of problems after all.

• While you were frankly scared as Hell at the thought of going through such an invasive practice, forcing your body to transform into a larger one, challenging biology and human limits, he was a smooth talker and he persuaded you to let him try to turn you into a giant. He was a brilliant man, after all, he knew what he was doing. Also, the incentive of finally experiencing his hugs was enough to make you agree with his plan.

• Sosuke is not a man keen to lose control. Yet, when he does, his shouts literally make the ground shake and your body tremble in fear. You knew he would have never hurt you, but you feared his rage. His power, his reiatsu were amplified and all you could do not to evaporate, victim of a tragic and collateral damage, was running away as fast as you could, looking for shelter somewhere in your Fortress.

• “I will miss the tiny version of you. There is something endearing in having such a deep connection with you, a fragile being, that almost made me desist from committing atrocities” he whispered once, while holding you in the palm of his hand.

• While everybody feared him, you did not. Loving him came natural to you, his edges never scared you, not even a bit. How could you be scared when someone as powerful and cruel as him watched over you when you were asleep and got rid of anything that generated fears and insecurities in you?

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Geez, I hope that was not that bad! In that case, forgive me.

Until next,

X O X O

#aizen sosuke x reader #sosuke aizen x reader #aizen x reader #bleach x you #bleach headcanons #bleach x reader #aizen x you #sosuke aizen #aizen sosuke #captain aizen x reader

[writing-frenzy]

The Kinda/sorta SI!Aizen Sosuke Isekai AU

because my brain has been blessed with works from cywscross/cheshiresense, like the Ichigo and Aizen Time Travel AU, and the amazing I (Not) Aizen Sosuke by Williamcipher, I'm gonna half-hazardly note this idea out because I can not write bleach fic to save my life.

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So, first things first; why is this only sorta SI!Aizen Sosuke?

Because, this is technically Aizen Sosuke, just a parallel from a modern universe and because the thought of a Milennial!Aizen makes me want to fucking cackle like a banshee. Like, Sosuke is still a tricky, nasty little genius, but he's actually had therapy and the internet to get any teenage angst and black history out. (Which he denies ever having, like a lair) And yes, He has suffered Retail, so he can and will be the fakest bitch you ever did see, the customer service smile never forgotten despite how he wishes he could. He's had to grow from a life of poverty, clawing and reaching for everything he's had, but he's also had the public library and some really damn good teachers to have his back, an actual safe place for him to fall back too.

(Amazing, what a difference it makes.)

So, as a kid, Sosuke practically read everything he could get his grubby hands on, partly to better himself, partly an escape, when he came upon his library's selection of comics and manga; he found a certain series; Fullmetal Alchemist.... Just, imagine this young, little genius reading such a book at such a young age; think of how he would react to such twists and chills this story brings, and how it unknowingly shaped him. (how it inspired him).

This started a very big, very large rabbit hole for the kid; he could not get enough after that; which, in the end, leads him to a manga called Bleach. He ends up enjoying it, not as much as Fullmetal, but the story does peak his interest, from Ichigo's charisma, to even side characters like Gin's treachery and Urahara's puppetry. it is a fasinating story in it's own right, even as the villain, Aizen both intrigues him and frustrates him.

Like, his motives and ambitions, along with his skills should not make such a fucking flat as depth character! Where is character depth, why does he fucking monologue so damn much? Why not explore the sense of loneness that Ichigo saw, especially once we reach the Qincy War and he still sided with SS? Sosuke would like a little more justice for a character with so much potential and shit, a villain through and through, and yet one of the greatest helps at the end.

(We do not mention the Bleach Epilogue, and it's not because Sosuke ships Ishida and Inou, nope, it just doesn't exist, out of spite out of mind. why does he ship it? because why not :D)

So, for this relatively self-adjusted Aizen Sosuke, he suddenly dies one day, only to find due to certain circumstances, (I'm gonna say a certain wishing rock, his soul being distantly connected, wrong place wrong time, shitty luck, and his death not actually be an accident >_> how energy can not be destroyed or created technically, so it attached to his soul) Sosuke finds himself kinda sorta before what might be the Soul King(?) and he's gonna have to be born as Bleach!Aizen Sosuke cause funky things happened across dimensions, and it's either this or have his soul shredded in unbearable agony.

Sosuke:... So what, I become a Shikigami and get guaranteed a one way ticket to hell the minute I die? Soul King: Not if you play your cards right; but yeah, the Visored still need to be a thing, so have fun figuring that out :D Sosuke: Fuck. You. *so starts his Tries to figure out a way to fucking change the whole Soul King system so the Captains and such don't have to became hellspawn the minute they die and how to create Visored consensually*

So yeah, Aizen Sosuke is a pretty different animal in this world; He still has the damn Customer Service smile, because it has become a very important tool in survival among those damn annoying nobles, is a bit snarky tho but very, very rarely because corpal punshiment with whips and such is actually still a thing here and people do get so very nasty because they can with Outer Rukongai Trash as he is called.

But it's so pathetically easy to find souls and such that willingly let them be experimented on if it means their families get fed or they don't die in the cold. the only illusions Sosuke uses is to disguise himself with or erase memoires of conversations if the soul choses not to be experimented on. Otherwise, Sosuke is brutally honest in what he's doing, what can happen to the soul, and what it can cost.

(It's kinda understandable, that other Aizen Sosuke's ambitions, with just how fucking many take him up on that offer so fucking willingly, some even happy with it.)

So things happen, Sosuke really doesn't want to create a certain death marble, but the way things are going it's looking like it, seeing as he is nowhere near close to his goals. (He thinks of such a thing, this Hogyoku, thinks of just how many suffered for it, how it twisted a version of himself, the temptation of twisted promises, and this man can't help but hesitate, uncertain of temporing with such things beyond him. He might be a version of Aizen Sosuke, he might be made up with twisted ambitions and his own greed, Rukongai chewing him up and spitting him out into something that will survive, letting him see just how deep his inner demons are... but as he is parallel, there are lines he will not cross.)

So, Sosuke on a whim and coffee withdraw, (with nightmares haunting his feet and dreams, screams and blood seemingly drenching them) sees if he can maybe at least get along with Urahara Kisuke. After all, he's pretty sure he won't get the worst case scenario, with the man plotting his downfall one step at a time at least.

(It is the start of the best and worst relationship anyone in Soul Society has ever seen; Like, 95% of SS thinks these two are just really intense, hateful rivals who get under each other's skin like no one else can, concerns about how the two spar really rough with each other, people guessing if anything they must have had hate sex at least once because of battle high. the startled concerns with how their debates are rough and harsh, their Rukongai language actually coming out as they argue and growl at the other even as they smartly trash the other sides pro's and cons, only to get served a minute later.

The remaining 5% is split between groups who think the relationship is like the worst married couple ever, you think they're on their way to a divorce any minute now, with maybe a concern of toxicity. But the other part, with maybe one or three people who have actually looked at this relationship, really look and realize; oh... so that's how love can look like too... huh.

Because for these two broken, bloody men showing the world they have something they care about, something they treasure and love is never a smart thing; it only gets it stolen from them or tossed aside. So all their gentle touches, soft words, the domestic bliss of Sosuke able to cook and serve a little tea on the side as Kisuke rambles with bright eyes about his favored project at the moment, of just holding the other close as they sleep after rough missions and nightmares; this is only to be had behind closed and reinforced doors so they don't risk this person who they world destroy worlds and more for) But that is later; much later; for now, the two are snarky besties who take pot shots at each other but will mentally screw with others who would say shit about the other.

And then... the thing that Sosuke has been trying to do, the Hollowifcation that he has been struggling to reach all this time, has been failing at... is done; not by him, not by any scientist or some such, but i'm gonna say it was a means to save him and a few others from a fate worst then death or something, Kisuke desperate to do so.

Yes, this does in fact mean We get a Visored!Aizen, cuz why not :3 not to mention, with maybe a few different Visored with maybe a couple still the same. (Kaien and Gin would be interesting in my opinion, with maybe Shinji not actually a Visored in this world, maybe Lisa either if we want to trade seconds of the squads :3)

So yeah, exile happens still, no one hunting them down because the only search parties that would be allowed for them would be assassinations and such, and no one wants them dead besides assholes.

Things happen, things go differently, and in the end Aizen Sosuke, as a soul outside the cycle of reincarnation, one touched by so many different energies, has been both corrupted and become more, with a power and sword that can warp reality, he can touch the throne and not become unmade, can use it for his goal, in return for his own sacrifice

Of course, this is Sosuke; his back up plans have back up plans; so, he goes Isekai protagonist, finding himself in post canon bleach without knowing it, pretty powerless if you didn't count his mind and that he still has his sword, just forced to forget their name and his power cut in half (he's built himself up from nothing twice already, what's once more with some perks and it's not like he won't be able to remember their name; on another note, all his respect for all the sheer bullshit Ichigo had to go through after the winter war).

Of course, Sosuke isn't going to go through this alone; nah, urahara and his fellow visored are like "you're not getting rid of us that easy So-kun :) " and of course others will join in, because they are rebel or die together.

So, all these alternate versions in post canon, what havoc will they cause? A lot; some interactions I want:

Sosuke is injured and past out when canon first finds them, because of the newest villain of the week got lucky and so we have a blood thirsty Kisuke ready to destroy everything, cold blooded and still unlike he usually shows the world. Hijinks happens when all three groups clash, bonds happen, pretty sure the Ichigo effect comes up once or twice as the two groups work together against the enemy flavor of the week, so it's pretty late when peeps realize; wtf, why is an aizen here?

On Sosuke's part; wakes up, bleary-eyed, blinks, takes in a scene before him that is probably a bit ridiculous, before he turns his back to it and goes right back to sleep: I reject a reality where there are two Urahara's :T

Sosuke: ... why am I surrounded by children? *generally confused by ducklings he has unintentionally gathered by being honest and snarky and a really damn good teacher* Kisuke: *laughing not realizing at first that those are now his ducklings too*

Like, a movie night I want to happen, Sosuke and Kisuke starting it because nightmares and trauma, only for Ichigo and other to join in somehow, it becoming a bonding event.

People finding out about how Sosuke ended up being forced to be reborn in a manga and have no choice but to make Visoreds or have his soul stuck in a cycle of constantly being shredded and tortured, but actually trying to make it as safe and willing as possible. Kisuke: WHY THE FUCK DIDNT YOU TELL ME, I COULD HAVE HELPED!!! Sosuke: WHAT DO YOU MEAM WHY DIDNT I ASK, OF COURSE I WON'T, WHO'D BELIEVE FLAMING BULLSHIT LIKE THAT!? I BARELY BELIEVE IT AND I'VE FUCKING BEEN THROUGH IT!

Sosuke: *Been through the worst day possible, almost died, his people he actually has positive emotions for almost died, made it through with a little more trauma." ... Fuck it. *Kisses his boyfriend, uncaring who sees.* Post Canon Characters and others: *Jaw dropped, choked sounds, sputters, and money and bets exchanging hands*

Sosuke to Canon!Aizen:... You can not tell me you have not wanted to pin Urahara to the wall and stab him a little as you kiss him; I know myself well enough.

And welp, here it is, ask me questions if you want or if anyone gets inspired, let me know!

#Bleach #Aizen Sosuke #UraAi #Is that the ship name? #Urahara Kisuke #Kinda/Sorta SI!Aizen AU

[infernalodie]

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.”

#bleach #bleach fanfiction #bleach imagine #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki fanfiction #ichigo kurosaki imagine #ichigo imagine #ichigo fanfiction #ichigo kurosaki x reader #ichigo kurosaki x brother!reader #ichigo kurosaki angst #ichigo x brother!reader #bleach x male!reader #ichigo kurosaki x male!reader #ichigo x male!reader #x male!reader

[snowflakeanimelover]

For event

Who said you could wear that + aizen + nsfw

Female reader plz

Sub reader

Sure can! Thanks for requesting! 

Spicytober Event!

Topic: Costumes

Prompt: "Who said you could wear that?"

Relationship: Sosuke Aizen x Female Reader

Fandom: Bleach

Warnings: 18+, suggestive themes(not explicit),

Added details: Fluff to suggestive, Aizen is soul king

— — — —

“What is that for?” 

I jump at my husband's voice. I turn around; my eyes meeting Aizen’s quickly. I let out a nervous laugh as I look down at the fake white cloth in my hands. A fake ghost decoration I was going to set on my bedside table.

“What, this?” Looking at him once more, I notice a fond curious look in his expression while he approached me. “It’s decoration.”

“For what holiday? Is it a human holiday?” 

His curiosity made me smile. “It’s called Halloween. It looked really fun when I was last down there…and I’d like to try it.”

His eyebrows furrow, now looking into my eyes once more. “(Y/N).” 

“I know! …I know. You’re busy with making new rules and getting more respect from the other soul reapers. I just…wish you’d take a break at least this once to be with me.” The ghost decoration was long gone. I leaned my head against his chest, gently wrapping my arms around his torso. 

After a beat of silence went by, I feel his warm hand rub slow circles on my back. “I suppose it won't hurt to be with my wife for a night.” I look up at him with a wide smile, cherishing the way his lips were doing the same. 

— — —

The night has come for Halloween. The normal activity for this human holiday was to travel to other homes and gather candy. Not only that, but people wear costumes. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much today. I patted down my cute costume as I looked down at it, excited for my husband to see it. 

Soon enough, I hear his footsteps come closer to the bedroom door. When I turn around, my smile goes away. He didn’t have a smile, nor did he look excited for the soon-to-be hang out. In fact, I notice how his eyebrows slowly grow knotted as he glares at me. 

“H-honey…?” I call out, scared of what he was thinking. 

One long stride put him right in front of me. “Who said you could wear that?”

“H-Huh?” I had no idea what he was saying.

“I asked you a question.”

“Um…this is my costume…what’s going on?”

“You planned on wearing that out in the open?” His hand grips onto my wrist, bringing it up to his chest.

“Well…yeah. It’s a costume. People wear costumes out in the open…” I wasn’t sure how to respond. His behavior was so unexpected and not like him at all. 

My cheeks grew warm in an instant when he brings my wrist to his lips, pressing a soft hiss. A wide grin spread on his face as he looked at me. And I swear I saw red in his eyes for a split second.

“It looks like our plans have changed for the night.”

I yelp when he swiftly pulls me onto the bed right next to us, my back landing on the soft blankets. “What?! We’re not going out?” I was disappointed, to say the least.

“Now, why would I let my wife walk in the open with this while other men eye you? Your body is only for me to see, understand?” He crawled onto the bed, his hands spreading my legs wider.

That disappointment has disappeared.

#bleach #anime #sosuke aizen #spicytober #aizen #x reader #reader #female reader #aizen x reader #aizen is soul king #spicy content #18+

[mikansei]

from a doylist perspective i recognize why kisuke - like a lot of characters in visual media - doesn't get outfit changes often. 1: kubo and/or the animators would have to design & draw the new outfit, which would create more work for themselves for no narratively relevant reason, and 2: a single, consistent design gives a sense of continuity, helps with character recognition for the audience & helps with brand recognition for merch (hence: The Hat™).

BUT.

from a watsonian perspective i find it MUCH more fun to believe kisuke simply found one (1) outfit that he liked & bought a dozen identical copies of it b/c damn if that ain't relatable!!! when i have to replace something in my wardrobe i, too, simply wish to buy an identical version of that exact same thing forever! (which the fashion industry has decided is Fucking Illegal don't get me started lmao)

anyway i don't have a good segue but here's my (personal) headcanons:

💚 as per word of god, he's an incredibly picky eater whose favorite food is plain rice, so extrapolating a bit - maybe it's a texture thing. tight clothes BAD shirt collars BAD socks EVIL

🤍 after having his life upended by captaincy & his worldview upended by aizen's betrayal, he craves stability & is allergic to change - so he's chronically, stubbornly unadventurous in certain aspects of daily life. save the experimentation for the lab (and/or the bedroom)! stop trying to get him to wear socks!

💚 his hair covering his eyes, the hat & the fan are all ways to hide his face when he doesn't want to be Perceived - which is not the same as not being literally physically seen, so the hat & fan being so eye-catching isn't a contradiction (to him. he may or may not be aware how little sense this makes to anyone else)

🤍 he emphatically does not care to follow fashion trends - especially since they change so often in the human world. his outfit was perfectly fine & normal in the 1920s thank u very much! what do u mean that was 80 years ago? the '20s were like, last week!

💚 because he was punted out of soul society with nothing but the clothes on his back, some half-dead friends & a hougyoku, he's loath to throw anything away - so he's kept every gift he's ever been given, even if that gift is a really ugly hat. yes he WILL, in point of fact, wear it every single day for the rest of his life, yoruichi-san! (she & tessai have a betting pool. she is not winning)

🤍 the first black haori with white diamonds at the hem was a gift from shinji, hence why it looks like an inverted captain's haori - complete with insignia on the back. no kisuke does NOT realize that it looks like that, and he's bought eight more just like it since. (the visored have their own betting pool. kensei lost 40 years ago)

💚 (also he will not admit it on pain of death but he wears the haori b/c he got used to the dramatic Swoosh of the captain's haori & REALLY missed it. he can have a lil Swoosh. as a treat)

🤍 the fan was a gift from tessai which might make u think it's secretly an iron fan to be used as a backup weapon but it's not. it's literally just a mass-produced party favor made of cheap bamboo & paper. if everything's secretly a hidden weapon there's no mystique anymore! gotta keep 'em guessing sometimes~

#💚🤍💚🤍💚 #i don't really want to put this in The tag but tumblr doesn't have the 5-tag limit anymore so it is just going. where the fuck ever #kisuke #bleach #if the 'bleach' tag is anything like it was 5 years ago it'll be full of photos of dyed hair lmao

[ghost-party]

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Pairing: Sosuke Aizen x F!Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: transactional relationship, sugar daddy arrangement, age difference, power imbalance, alcohol, manipulation, oral sex (female receiving), swearing, discussions of sex, sex room, sex toys, dom/sub dynamic, mild choking, blindfold, handcuffs, brief nipple play, spanking, riding crop, use of "good girl," possessiveness, aftercare

A/N: Fun fact! The Dark Room is an actual restaurant, minus the secret rooms in the back. (From what I know, at least.) IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!

The next two months pass by in a blur. You and Sosuke see each other at least once a week, if not more. 

Sometimes he takes you on lavish dates. Expensive dinners, shopping trips, after-hours wine tastings at museums and galleries. You’ve spent several evenings in his private box at the opera, though he seems less interested in Puccini and Verdi than sitting you in his lap, his teasing slow and bordering on torturous as you struggle to keep quiet.

But you’ve learned that while he doesn’t hesitate to spend exorbitantly, he’s just as content to plan something simple. He savors meandering weekend mornings spent walking in the park near his high-rise. His favorite breakfast is French toast from a family-owned diner across town, dusted with powdered sugar and drenched in maple syrup. It seems that every used bookstore owner knows his name, and the two of you spend countless hours perusing their latest arrivals.

While you usually sleep over at his apartment, he’s spent several nights at yours, seeming wholly unbothered by its small size. At first, you felt overly-conscious of your IKEA furniture and collection of mismatched, thrift store coffee mugs. But as far as you can tell, it doesn’t faze him. He’s made a habit of coming over after practice at his fencing club, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, carrying bags of takeout.

There’s something so strange and yet so right about watching him move around your tiny kitchen in the early morning hours. His hair is always messy from sleep, and his glasses have a penchant of slipping down his nose when he’s not paying attention. He always greets you with a soft smile and a fresh cup of coffee, prepared exactly how you like it.

You have to remind yourself more and more that your relationship isn’t what it seems. This arrangement is purely transactional. Never mind that he treats you like a boyfriend would, and you’re fairly certain he’s not seeing anyone else. When you look at his Luxe profile, it shows that he hasn’t been active since the night you first met.

It’s dangerous to assume he’s in this for anything more than your occasional company, both sexual and otherwise. And the regular checks he gives you remind you of his end of the bargain. 

He’s not your boyfriend. Even though you wish he were.

•••

It’s mid-September, and you’re riding the private elevator up to his penthouse, examining yourself in the wall-to-wall mirrors. Since the summer swelter seems determined to linger, you’re wearing a thigh-length dress Sosuke picked out for you, along with a pair of shoes you never dreamed you would be able to afford. You enjoy looking nice for him. And it’s the least you can do when he’s so quick to gift you with comfort and luxury.

When the doors slide open and you step into the entryway, you’re surprised to hear unfamiliar voices carrying down the hall. There’s no point in trying to be discreet. You’re expected, after all. But even so, when you appear in the kitchen and are met with a sudden silence, you can’t help but feel as though you’ve stumbled into a private conversation.

Sosuke stands at the island, looking as if he just stepped out of the shower. His hair is wet, making it seem darker than usual, pushed back from his forehead. He’s barefoot and wearing a white bathrobe, his expression placid as he uncorks a bottle of wine.

Standing across from him are two men, but only one looks in your direction as you enter. He has silver hair that falls over his face, nearly hiding his eyes. His smile is thin and stretched wide, almost unnervingly so. You’re surprised by his casual dress — track pants and a zip-up hoodie. With a large duffel slung over one shoulder, he looks as if he’s on his way to the gym.

His companion is more difficult to read. He has dark skin and even darker hair, intricately braided and knotted at the nape of his neck. With his eyes concealed behind tinted glasses, it’s hard to determine the direction of his gaze. He appears less relaxed than the other stranger, his arms crossed over the front of his black jacket. You can see that he’s wearing leather gloves despite the oppressive heat still burning off as the sun sets.

Sosuke greets you with a warm smile. “Come in, sweetheart. These two were just leaving.”

“Such a shame,” the silver-haired man says, his voice light and almost teasing. “Especially when you’re opening a bottle of wine. Some might call you a poor host, Sosuke.”

“And some might call you presumptuous,” Sosuke retorts, pouring two glasses of pinot noir. He beckons you closer, pressing one into your hand. Redirecting his attention to you, he explains, “These are two of my colleagues, Gin Ichimaru and Kaname Tosen.”

You glimpse a hint of icy blue when Gin looks at you, his eyes somehow reminding you of a snake. Something cold and discomforting coils in your stomach, even as he inclines his head and murmurs, “You’re just as beautiful as he said. I should be careful, lest I grow jealous…”

“Your manners are lacking,” Tosen says. His assessment is softer than you expect, each word seeming carefully weighed before finally spoken. “It’s time for us to go.”

Gin momentarily pouts, the shift in his expression almost jarring. “You’re right, as usual. I can’t be late for my workout, after all.” He hefts the gym bag, smiling once more as he raises a hand, turning on his heel. “Have a good night, you two. Make good choices.”

Sosuke chuckles as both men disappear, and soon enough, you hear the elevator doors open and close once more. Taking a sip of your wine, you look up at him, noting the tiny droplets of water still clinging to his collarbone.

“Did they catch you by surprise?”

For the briefest moment, he looks confused. But then he smiles and nods.

“Something like that.”

Placing a hand on your back, he guides you to the living room, sitting beside you on the couch.

“Do they work with you?” you ask, too curious to resist. “You’ve never mentioned them before.”

Although he’s been open about his past — his childhood, his family, his college years — Sosuke rarely discusses his work. He often makes the excuse that none of it’s especially interesting, and he would much rather talk about your day than his. It’s only natural that you would hold onto the first tangible detail you’ve been given, apart from his job title and basic responsibilities.

He sets his wine glass on the coffee table, his expression unchanged. “Yes. And I suppose I haven’t. You know I prefer to leave work at work.”

“Was there some kind of financial emergency?” You hope your gentle teasing disguises your eagerness for answers. But at the same time, you know very well just how perceptive Sosuke can be.

“Not exactly.”

When he lowers himself to the floor, kneeling in front of you, your mind goes helplessly blank. Any follow-up questions you had planned on asking vanish in an instant, your lips parting as his large hands settle on your knees.

“I love this dress on you,” he murmurs, sounding reverent as his gaze slides from your thighs up to your chest and then your face. “I should buy it in every color.”

It feels impossible to look away, and you swallow hard as his hands move, pushing the hem of your dress higher, exposing more and more skin.

Soon enough, he’s pushed your legs wide open, propping one on his shoulder as he drags his lips along your inner thigh. A shuddering gasp escapes you as his tongue swipes at your clothed cunt, tasting your arousal through the flimsy fabric of your panties.

“You’re always so responsive.” He sounds pleased, his hot breath against your core making you squirm beneath him. “Have I told you how much I love that?”

You’re not sure if he actually expects a response, but you manage a stammered “yes” as he pulls your panties to the side. You can only see a glimpse of his face now. But there’s a possessiveness in his gaze, an undeniable hunger that’s dizzying in its intensity.

That same hunger is evident in the way he uses his tongue to unravel you, his lips sucking on your clit just enough to make you keen, one of your hands fisting in his damp hair.

Even as your thighs instinctively move to close around his head, he groans with pleasure. You’ve learned not to hold back with him, to give in to every wanton sound, every desire to touch him, pull him closer.

After you’ve cum on his tongue, Sosuke looks up at you with an expression both sated and prideful, his lips and chin glistening in the dim light of dusk pouring through the wall of windows.

And by the time he’s finished with you that night, you’ve forgotten all about his unexpected visitors.

•••

“So, things are still going well?” 

Rangiku is staring at you with avid interest, her salad seemingly forgotten in favor of delving into your personal life. 

She was ecstatic when you first told her you had met someone on Luxe, and the more you shared, the more she begged you to gush. You suspect she’s trying to live vicariously through you, especially since her job is keeping her busier than ever these days.

“Yeah, everything’s great.” You take a sip of your lemonade, trying to ignore your friend’s look of exasperation.

“Details, please.”

Sitting to your right, Yumichika smirks, resting his chin on his hand. “Desperate much?”

Before Rangiku can fire back a retort, Momo leans in and places a hand on her arm. “Did we want dessert? I was thinking about the cheesecake.”

This is something you sorely missed in the weeks prior to meeting Sosuke. As soon as you realized you were unemployed, you cut expenses wherever you could, including lunch outings with your friends. Even though they always offered to cover your portion of the bill, you always felt too guilty about it to fully enjoy your time together.

Now, however, it’s a complete nonissue. You could order anything on the menu and never have to double-check the price. You could even settle the whole tab without hesitation. Sosuke’s generosity has left you more financially comfortable than you’ve ever been.

After dessert orders have been placed, Rangiku refocuses her attention on you, leaning across the table with all the seriousness of a prosecutor. Maybe she’s picked that up from her boss.

“Define ‘great.’”

“You’re really not going to let this go, are you?”

She looks borderline offended by your question. “One of my best friends is living my dream, a life of ease and total luxury —” Yumichika snorts, earning him a glare. “— and she only gives me the vaguest details.”

“I tell you about our dates!” you protest, idly refolding your napkin in your lap. “And the money part of it.”

“Sure, yeah, whatever.” Rangiku dismissively waves her hand. “But what’s his name? Can we see a photo?”

At that, even Yumichika’s interest seems piqued. “She has a point. Descriptions only go so far. And besides…” His tone turns more scandalous. “What if things go south and we have to identify him for the police?”

Momo looks horrified. “Are you suggesting he’s going to kill her or something?”

“You never know with men you meet online,” Yumichika drawls, prompting you to roll your eyes.

“You’ve really got to cut back on the true crime bullshit,” you grumble. But even as you do, you dig in your purse for your phone. 

It only takes you a moment to scroll through your camera roll and find a photo of Sosuke, one that you took while the two of you had after-dinner drinks on the restaurant’s rooftop terrace.

When you flip your phone around, all three of your friends seem drawn to it, as if reeled in by a gravitational pull.

“Well, fuck,” Yumichika mutters, eyeing Sosuke’s expensive suit and the way he’s pushed his hair away from his face, almost artfully tousled.

“He’s… Oh. He’s handsome.” Momo sounds almost shy in her admittance, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

“I know you’ve said it’s an off-limits topic,” Rangiku says, her voice grave. “But please tell me you’re fucking this man.”

Even when you give her an exasperated look, she refuses to back down, seeming to stare straight into your soul.

With a small huff, you murmur, “Yes… We’re…” Unable to continue, you mutely watch as the server arrives, serving up slices of cheesecake and lemon meringue pie.

Rangiku has the decency to wait until your group is alone before releasing an enormous sigh of relief. “Thank god. Because that dick must be —”

She’s interrupted by the sound of Momo choking on a sip of water, her face now even redder.

“Momo, honey…” Yumichika scoots his chair to the side so that he can pat the petite girl on the back. “Breathe.”

“I’m okay,” she insists, swatting his hand away. “It’s just that — We’re in public.”

“This just means we need to have a sleepover,” Rangiku declares, batting her lashes at the waiter as he drops off the checks. “It’s been eons since our last one.”

Momo seems much more relaxed now, tucking her credit card into the leather folio. “The one Ikkaku tried to crash?” she asks with a giggle.

As you listen to your friends talk about days that would work best, debate pizza preferences, and compile an exhaustive list of easy cocktails you could make, you begin to think you’re blessedly off the hook. 

But as the four of you step out onto the sidewalk, Rangiku smoothly links arms, pulling you close and giving you a knowing wink. 

“He’s a freak, isn’t he?”

Now it’s your turn to splutter. “W-what?”

“You’re so cute,” she coos, waving goodbye to Yumichika and Momo as they split off, heading in different directions. “Fine, you don’t have to tell me. I’ll keep my dirty thoughts to myself.”

“As if that ever happens,” you quip. But her question needles at you, looming over your thoughts as the two of you walk towards the nearby parking deck.

“We haven’t… done anything crazy. Just the usual kind of stuff.”

Rangiku briefly looks surprised that you’re willing to discuss the intimacies of your arrangement with Sosuke. But she’s quick to school her expression. “I’m sensing a ‘but’ there.”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you weigh your words for a moment before you slowly admit, “But I wouldn’t mind doing more.” You shift from one foot to the other while the two of you wait to cross the street. “It’s weird. I feel like, with him, I’m more… curious.”

“Adventurous, maybe?” Rangiku suggests, and you nod.

“He makes me feel comfortable. More than anyone else I’ve been with or dated.”

It’s the first time you’ve come close to voicing your desire for a closer relationship with Sosuke, and it has your cheeks growing warm. But you can’t deny how drawn you are to him, how badly you want to experience everything with him — even things you’ve always been too shy to think about, let alone ask for with previous partners.

“Maybe he feels the same way, like the two of you are ready for more.” Rangiku squeezes your arm reassuringly, her voice a little softer. “From what you’ve told me, he’s good at reading you. Like, scarily good.”

You laugh a little. “True. He reads me like a book. I guess my face is too expressive.”

She shoots you a warm smile. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, but it’s not. I’ve always loved that about you.” 

As the two of you head into the deck, she advises, “Wait and see how things pan out. But from what I can tell, he’s the kind of guy who always has a plan. He’s also head-over-fucking-heels for you. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Her words echo in your head the whole way back to your apartment, and you think yet again about how much you’ve changed in only two months. 

Your appetites are different now, from your palate to your preferred forms of pleasure. You feel almost insatiable, as if some part of you, all hunger and desire, has been woken from a long slumber.

It scares you a little, if you’re being honest. How much you care for him, rely on him, think of him, want him, in every possible way.

But more than that, you can’t resist wondering how else being with Sosuke Aizen might change you — what you might become.

•••

Later that week, Sosuke tells you he’s planned something special for your next outing. You spend the day wondering what it might be, what extravagant ends he might go to this time.

The only hint you receive is a delivery early in the afternoon — a pristine white box tied with an emerald ribbon. Inside, beneath layers of delicate tissue paper, is a gown made of the softest black silk. Even before you slip into it, you know it will hug every curve, showing you off for everyone to see.

It’s a more provocative choice than most of the other garments he’s bought for you, and it only deepens your curiosity. But every attempt to pry information out of him is met with swift, gentle misdirection, until you finally give up and decide to wait and see.

You never would have guessed he would take you to a sprawling boutique hotel, where he leads you down several carpeted halls before entering a whiskey lounge — and pushing one of the bookcases in, revealing a secret door.

“The Dark Room,” he says, steadying you with an arm around your waist. Because the name of the restaurant is all too apt. The only light in the narrow corridor comes from red tapered candles mounted in metal sconces, and there’s little change when you step into the small dining room. 

As the two of you are led to your table, your eyesight gradually adjusts, taking in the strange, hidden space. Tables made of dark wood, plush velvet seating, crimson walls with gold-framed art that glints in the low light. You start when you open the menu, brightness making you blink. Realizing it’s a tablet, you scroll through tonight’s offerings, feeling pleasantly disoriented.

“Have you been here before?”

“Several times,” Sosuke answers before a waiter joins you, inquiring about your selections. You nod in your date’s direction, giving him permission to choose on your behalf. A formerly picky eater, you’ve found pleasure in trying new things, guided by someone whose palate is enviably expansive.

“I’ve always found the concept alluring. Romantic, even.” In the flickering candlelight, his smile seems to have a sharp edge to it. “But what you see isn’t all of it.”

Perplexed by his comment, you glance around, looking for a door leading to a separate dining space, or even a cocktail lounge. Maybe there’s another hidden door, you think.

You’re soon distracted by your meal, a several-course affair, as you’ve come to expect from many of the restaurants Sosuke frequents. Scallop, tomato, and cucumber gazpacho is followed by achiote-rubbed prawn and adobos-seared oysters. The spice rubbed salmon nearly melts in your mouth, and the chili chocolate panna cotta is sugared to perfection, the blood orange syrup thick on your tongue.

After the bill has been settled, Sosuke speaks quietly with your waiter, who gives a quick nod and vanishes into the back. When he returns, he’s carrying a golden key hanging from a red ribbon.

“Time to show you the real Dark Room,” Sosuke says, his voice low as he takes your hand and leads you to the opposite side of the room. There are only three other couples present, cloaked in near-darkness as their cutlery clinks against their plates.

It’s less of a surprise this time when the wall gives way, revealing another door. But the hallway beyond is wide and features five doors on either side, each one numbered with small plaques. 

“If none of this appeals to you, we can leave at any time,” Sosuke warns you, turning the key in the lock. “As always, I want you to be completely honest with me.”

You’re unsure what he means until you enter the room, taking everything in with widened eyes.

The light is dim in here, too. But there’s enough of it for you to see a large, round bed, two black cabinets pushed against the wall, and several pieces of unfamiliar furniture. It’s only when Sosuke pulls open the cabinet doors, perusing the wares inside, that you fully realize where you are.

“This is a sex room.”

As you step forward, you can see all sorts of toys and restraints sitting on shelves and hanging from hooks. Handcuffs, a riding crop, ball gags, harnesses, blindfolds, strap-ons, small metal instruments designed to elicit pleasurable pain… There are condoms and lube, sanitary wipes and latex gloves. When you look to your left, you see an attached bathroom, with both a walk-in shower and a claw foot bathtub.

Sosuke nods, drifting over to one of the strange pieces of furniture. “This is a queening chair. It’s designed to make face-sitting and oral sex more comfortable.” He reaches down to touch the black leather, and you see what he means, from the hole in the center of the seat to the padded space beneath, perfect for resting a head.

He points around the room, reciting names with easy familiarity. “Massage table, spanking bench, yoga swing… There are other rooms here with cages, but I prefer a more hands-on experience.”

Turning to face a large metal X-frame in the corner, he continues, “And this is often called a St. Andrew’s cross.” You swallow hard when you spot the metal loops at each point of the X, perfect for restraining someone.

Noticing your silence, Sosuke steps closer, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Sweetheart… Look at me.” When you do, he smiles reassuringly. “If you don’t want to be here, just say the word. There’s no pressure to do anything.”

As he gently rubs your shoulders, easing some of the surprised tension that had crept in, you take a steadying breath. “I’m not upset or anything. I — I like it. Really. I’ve just… never been someplace like this.”

He nods. “It can be overwhelming the first time. If it’s too much —”

“No, no, it’s fine.”

And it is. As you look around, the shock you initially felt begins to ebb, leaving behind an unmistakable curiosity — a desire to learn, to experience, to test your limits. It’s just as Rangiku said. He practically read your mind, bringing you to a place like this.

You trust Sosuke to guide you, and to put your pleasure before all else. If there’s something you don’t like or a boundary you’re unwilling to cross, you know he’ll immediately stop.

Admittedly, you weren’t expecting something so elaborate. You feel as if you’ve been made privy to something deeply personal about him, a side he usually conceals with effortless ease. 

But you can’t say you’re disappointed. Not in the slightest.

Sosuke searches your face, looking for any sign of hesitation or reluctance. When he finds none, however, he smiles.

“Take a look around. Tell me what appeals to you. Or…” He tilts his head, and you swear his gaze visibly darkens. “You can let me choose. Whichever you prefer.”

It only takes you a moment to decide. How can you resist testing that perception of his, especially when it’s brought you so much pleasure?

“You can choose,” you tell him, speaking softly, trying to steady the anticipatory tremble in your words. “You’re in control.”

Sosuke reaches out, his hand just barely closing around your throat. His fingers squeeze a little, and you can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. As his thumb lazily strokes up and down the column of your neck, his smile widens.

“Yes… I am.”

You stand very still as he blindfolds you, the black fabric thick enough to completely obscure your vision. With one of your senses inhibited, it almost feels as though your others have heightened. You fight back a shiver as his hands move over your body, carefully divesting you of your dress. You can feel it pool at your feet, a pile of smooth silk, before he guides you to step out of it.

“Do you feel comfortable, sweetheart?” he asks, and you nod. “Good. If, at any point, you want to stop, use your safe word.” His hands slide down to your waist, grasping it. “Let’s go with ‘mirage.’”

He leads you to the bed, where he maneuvers you into a kneeling position before restraining your hands. The cuffs are lined with something soft, and as he tightens them, you realize your breaths have quickened. 

When he unexpectedly touches your breast, a small gasp escapes you. “So sensitive,” he teases, his voice low, soft like velvet sliding against your skin. His thumb brushes across your nipple before he gives it a pinch. This time, you whimper.

“Don’t move.”

For an instant, his tone sounds colder, his command absolute. You go very still and listen to him move around the room, wondering what will happen next. There’s a small part of you that feels something akin to fear. But your curiosity and desire easily overwhelm it.

Noticing how your body tenses as he returns to the bed, Sosuke makes a noise low in his throat, something like a laugh, on the verge of derisive. “Now, now… Relax.” He leans in closer, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers in your ear. “I have a feeling you’ll enjoy this.”

The next sensation you feel is him pushing you down, your arms stretching out in front of you as your ass lifts into the air. The briefest moment passes before something cool and hard strikes you from behind, your tender skin stinging as you instinctively cry out.

As the object connects again and again, Sosuke’s hand lingering at the small of your back, preventing you from rearing back up, you focus on the feel of it. The riding crop. But knowing what it is does nothing to dull the pain, and you find yourself panting, your cheek pressed into the bedsheets.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Sosuke murmurs, now sounding almost awed. “You’re beautiful like this, submitting to me…”

He drags the flat leather flap over your ass, his movements slow and methodical, before he pulls away. You then feel his fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties, dragging them down until they’re hitched around your thighs.

“You’re enjoying this. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

A startled noise climbs up your throat when the riding crop pushes between your legs. You can feel the leather drag against your bare cunt, and Sosuke’s hand, large and heavy, returns to your back, stroking your heated skin.

“Wet already,” he murmurs, and you can imagine him examining the implement, his smile wicked. You can hear that much, at least, in his voice. “Dirty girl… Do you like being helpless?”

When words fail you, he spanks you again, this time with his other hand. It seems he’s set aside the riding crop in favor of touching you himself, and the effect it has on you is profound. As his fingers slide down further, tracing the curve of your ass until he reaches the core of your arousal, your bound hands clench, fingernails digging into your palms.

“Answer me.” It’s another order, the same coldness present in the sharpness of each word. “I know you want to be obedient — a good girl. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

This time, you shake your head and thickly murmur, “No…”

“Then tell me… Do you like being helpless?”

“Y-yes.”

He hums, pleased with your response. “Do you like it when I’m in control?”

“Yes…”

Two of his fingers trace along your folds, another just barely brushing against your clit. It’s an effort to still your hips from moving instinctively, seeking the friction you so desperately want.

“And are you mine to play with?” 

His voice is softer now, a hint of desperation bleeding through. The bed dips as he climbs up onto it, his body looming behind you. You can feel his warmth, familiar and reassuring. And then you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling, the gentle movement of fabric sliding against itself, something being tossed onto the floor.

“Yes.”

With his hand still buried between your legs, his other returns to your throat, grasping it harder than before. He gives it a squeeze and groans when you whimper, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, hidden by the blindfold.

“Again. Say it again.”

Your answer is practically a sob, your thoughts emptied out, consumed by your need. There’s nothing you want more than him. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more. If he were to pull away now, you feel as if you would collapse in on yourself, alone in the darkness.

With him, you’re never alone in the darkness. You’re there together.

“I’m yours,” you breathe, and you know he’s heard you when he pushes your legs open wider, his cock hard and heavy as it rubs against you. “Y-yours, Sosuke…”

You don’t miss the satisfaction in his response, a low growl resonating in his chest as his hand tightens around your throat.

“That’s right… You’re mine.”

•••

You sink a little deeper into the warm water and lean back against Sosuke’s chest. Even with your legs stretched out in front of you, your toes don’t touch the opposite side of the bathtub. It’s nicer than any spa you’ve been to. And the quiet privacy of his penthouse lends itself to relaxation.

Sosuke’s hands cradle yours beneath the water, his thumbs gently tracing over your wrists. Even with the soft lining, the cuffs have left your skin a little tender to the touch.

“I’m fine,” you insist, resting your head on his shoulder. “I already told you, I liked it.”

“I know.” Sosuke’s voice has regained its usual softness, and you smile when you feel his lips brush against your temple. “But I hope I didn’t push you too far.”

Turning your head, you press a kiss to his neck, and he hums in response. “You gave me a safe word. If I’d needed to use it, I would have.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

He releases your hands and wraps his arms around your waist, his legs spread wide and bracketing your hips. Outside, it’s started to rain, pattering against the wide windows overlooking the heart of the city.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Sosuke finally murmurs, and you close your eyes, feeling enveloped by his warmth. Pleasured. Protected. Possessed.

“I meant it, you know,” you whisper, unable to resist. You feel closer to him than ever, and the fine line separating what you have from what you want seems to be blurring.

“I’m yours.”

“I know,” he says again, but this time, there’s a hint of satisfaction there, along with something else you can’t quite name. His arms tighten around you just a little, and outside, thunder rolls in the distance, the storm slowly growing nearer.

#desperate measures #bleach #sosuke aizen #aizen x reader #sosuke aizen x reader #aizen sosuke #aizen sosuke x reader #tw sugar daddy #tw age difference #tw power imbalance

[anishake]

Bleach character’s and their planet placements

Yes, it’s what you're thinking - this is a post about what planet placements different characters might have, here we go (The sun signs are from offical databook):

Ichigo - Cancer Sun with 

Moon in Scorpio:  Mom related angst? Ichigo is a poster child of Moon in Scorpio placement, these people often come with a big emotional baggage when it comes to their moms and let’s not start with the complicated inner world he had

Mercury in Leo - Honestly, the reason I gave this placement to him is that Ichigo loves Shakespear, these people are fan of poetry and are more inclined to do well in humanitarian subjects. As it is revealed Ichigo became a translator, so I think the Leo Mercury makes perfect sense for him.

Venus in Cancer - he is a family man, need to say more?

Mars in Aries - Ichigo is very hotheaded, goes straight into action without thinking much and it’s always insticts  driving him, rather then logic, also he has big and endless energy, just like Mars in Aries.

Rukia - Capricorn with 

Moon in Aries: Rukia is a true definition of independent woman who knows how to give others motivation. She steadily rises to any challenges and is an honorable warrior. Besides she is very explosive and never shies away from anger - a true Moon in Aries Queen

Mercury in Aquarius - she is a very progressive and individualistic thinker and her weird chappy drawings are definitely the product of this placement.

Venus in Sagittarius - Rukia is in no way a romantic, but when she loves, she loves deeply and always places huge ideals on people she deems close. 

Mars in Virgo - She is very practical, hard working and a bit self-sacrificial. Think this placement makes sense for her.

Orihime -  Virgo with

Moon in Cancer - a perfect bundle of empathetic, caring and emotional. She even has that round face that many Cancer Moon gives.

Mercury in Libra - Orihime was the hopeless daydreamer and romantic. Never brisk or rude when it came to communication.

Venus in Libra - Again, we come to romance and love. She professed her undying love and wished that she had 5 lives  but one love interest in all of them. Yeah this Venus natives are that romantic and pretty much in love with the idea of being in love. 

Mars in Virgo - Orihime was always good with house chores and she is a healer, she might not be the best of warriors but never backs down from doing work. 

Aizen - Gemini with

Moon in Leo - this man had a HUGE ego. Not to mention, Aizen did all the work just because he didn’t want to be under anyone else’s rule, this moon has the narcissist jumping out and the hair game is on point always, when it comes to Leo.

Mercury in Gemini - This placements are clever as hell, big multitaskers and sharp minds. 

Venus in Taurus - Aizen was a man of Luxury, what can I say. 

Mars in Scorpio - Scheming for years and making sure everything is under your control? Leave it to this placement to execute everything perfectly and without anyone knowing. 

Byakuya - Aquarius with 

Moon in Leo - one thing Byakuya is is a prideful man with a hint of ego lurking on the surface. Besides he was quite a hothead and is a secret one still to this day. No one better to do that with than good ol’ fire moon. Not to forget, he has a fabulous hair.

Mercury in Capricorn - A true conservative. He knows how to carry on the legacy and is a very reserved talker, unless provoked. 

Venus in Aquarius - this placement is a rule-breaker and nonconventional when it comes to love affairs. We all know who he married and how he defied rules to have Hisana as his wife.

Mars in Capricorn - cold, disciplined and unapproachable, that’s our Byakuya so I went with this Mars placement.

Yoruichi - Capricorn with

Moon in Gemini - this placement is chill, playful and doesn’t tend to dwell on things much like Yoruichi. It’s all fun, flirting and games for this Moon

Mercury in Sagittarius - she is a free spirit, doesn’t care much about formalities and often says things as it is

Venus in Capricorn - I’m really not sure about this Venus placement for Yoruichi, but taking all the signs, this might be the perfect choice for her, considering her noble lineage. (Another option: Scorpio Venus, goes with her character as well)

Mars in Sagittarius - Legs and tighs! yup, no one has it better than this Mars sign just like Yoruichi. 

Ulqiorra -  Sagittarius with 

Moon in Capricorn - to say it lightly, this Moon doesn’t do emotions well and one thing Ulquiorra struggled were his and other’s feelings, having problems with nihilism. 

Mercury in Scorpio - he isn’t man of many words, but when he speaks he doesn’t play around goes straight to the point. Also he is very observing. 

Venus in Scorpio - Ulquirra had the theme of Lust going on, what other Venus to give him than Scorpio, with his depth and obsessive nature. 

Mars in Virgo - he was a dutiful and responsible man, always doing what he was given orders. This Mars knows how to do exactly that

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[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹𝒀 january free requestsㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ aizen sosuke x f! reader

🕊️ request: anon ⋆｡˚ May I ask about a NSFW scenario of Aizen x afab reader have sex but they have to keep it low because there is a party in the house and people might catch them? It could be even more interesting if they’re not even supposed to talk to each other. Thanks for your hard work on here! 💗 🕊️ tw: mdni. Mafia AU. Aizen's younger brother could be anyone! however since it is not a fic, but a scenario, I didn't want to go much further BUT in my mind it was supposed to be Gin (if you really like this fic I could write more with more than one chap cause I love mafia au and traitors :P) . Kyoka Suigetsu is a gun in this AU. so, usage of gun. fingering. kissing. slap. hair pulling. unprotected sex. fear play? gun play? maybe. (Not so much of a play). wc: 1,4k 🕊️masterlist

For the sake of the business, of the families… Promised to Sosuke’s little brother, there you sit watching the night pass by. Or maybe, just maybe, the handsome features of the oldest of the Aizens.

As always, these parties are never fun, specially knowing all of the men in there carry guns in between their hipbones and clothes.

Is not ok for you to speak more than what you are expected to; the daughter of a mafia boss holds power, but apparently not rights.

To ensure the prosperity of your family’s business they have agreed on an arranged marriage in between the youngest heirs of both of the most powerful mafia clans in all the country…

“Mrs. (Name), are you enjoying the party? Has my little brother already left you alone? What is that man thinking?!” your future brother-in-law asks. His chocolate eyes fix into yours, taking advantage of the power they have on you. He knows very well that his younger sibling cares nothing about getting married, and even if he ends it up doing it he won’t engage into the “good husband” life.

“Aizen-sama, yes. He told me he wanted to dance, I think… but he is probably drinking with… you know” you murmur, ashamed. Is not that you care about him, you don’t even wish to touch him. However, there is one you want to touch, to kiss… him, Aizen Sosuke, the older sibling.

Aizen smirks with class and blinks slowly. He presents his hand with his palm up to you; Sosuke is actually asking you to take his hand and follow him. But should you do it? This could be considered as some kind of treason… what would they do if someone see the younger bride to be on her own engagement party leaving with the brother of the groom?

Well… if your life is about to become hell, might as well do it faster.

You place your hand on his; he slickly looks to the sides and then again at you. With a soft smirk, something like a caring façade that’s nothing but a lie, he pulls you up.

“Follow me, (Name). Please”

And you do. You follow him, and you walk right behind him like following the devil walking you into hell.

The long halls of the Aizen family’s manor can easily be mistaken for a maze. The big windows ahead, show the beautiful scenery that surrounds their lands; a tropical paradise on a steamy summer night. You can see the waves crashing on the coast, that’s barely a few meters from the house. The moon reflect its white silver shine that’s tinted in a little bit of red, on the water… like a flower on a pond, so beautifully unreachable.

“Sosuke, where are we going?” you ask, knowing what you are doing but not exactly where.

He turns around, stopping in the middle of a carpeted covered hall. His eyes scan you up and down, strategically stopping by the high cut skirt of your dress. Sosuke, then, walks a couple of steps towards you and places the soft surface of his fingertips on your chest.

“Your heart is racing…” he whispers, with his face close enough for you to feel his warm breath kissing your skin.

Your eyelashes flutter a couple of times, while your lips slowly separate. Whether you wished to say something or not, you knew you simply couldn’t.

“I know our families have arranged your marriage, but… I have a better plan” he adds, coming even closer to your face. Right there, so dangerously exposed to anyone that decided to walk those halls.

“You do…?” you ask, hoping for a better future, trusting in the man that could be your enemy… that in fact, is still one until you finally marry his brother.

He nods, slowly. Aizen’s hand reaches for your face, placing his fingers on your mandible and his thumb on your lip. He sloppily plays with it, getting you ready for him, spell bounding you, making you stupidly weak for him…

Sosuke pushes you back, unexpectedly. You trip but he catches you and guides you to a random room.

Inside, the luxury never stops, and the scent of chocolate invades you. It’s delicious and it seems to be coming from some steamer. The place is not looking like a pantry but rather a place where massages are done. And in fact, when you turn around, there is a massage bed and many decorations around that reminds you of a spa.

“I didn’t know this place existed” you giggle, knowing this home is about to become your home… well, at least if you make it alive from tonight.

Sosuke scoffs, just enough to make your core wetter, and your legs weaker. He comes closer to you, always with that calm way of walking. Calm and dominant. Calm and dangerous… oh but so attractively.

He lifts you up to sit you on top of the bed. It creeks just a little, and the soft surface welcomes you like you are landing on a cloud. Immediately after, he softly slaps your knees to spread your legs and then get in between them.

Your face reaches his chest height, and your eyes discover the little spot of caramel skin right in between his collar bones. You are tempted to kiss; you are tempted to touch, to let him do it anything he wants.

“I must ask you to keep it quiet; even if this place is huge… walls can hear” he urges you, passing his hand towards the back of your head.

“I will try~” is the last phrase your lips pronounce that make sense, because the next sounds abandon your lips will be just moans and whines…

Sosuke kisses you, violently. So imprudent, so sinfully. He has no trace of regret nor shame for messing with his brother future wife, neither do his hands. Your breasts, freed by a sudden pull on your neckline’s dress, await for him to enjoy them. Your right inner thigh can feel the protruding “Kyouka Suigetsu” carving on your skin… his so well-known gun, that he carries everywhere in between his pants and his sweet, milk and coffee skin.

The silence gets tinted in soft moaning and panting, as well as the sound of his fingers crawling inside you. In and out he goes, straightly to the point. He wants your walls to be stretched enough to receive his now hard rock sex. A hard rock sex you can clearly also feel from time to time, as he grazes against your dampened sex. You are sure his light brown pants are already stained in your arousal, and you don’t mind…

“You are very tight, aren’t you? But you are still taking it very well…” Sosuke asks in your ear, while he forces two fingers instead of one deep inside you. “Did my brother fuck you already?”

You shake, taking the unproper right to pass your arms over his shoulders. “Not yet, he still thinks I’m a virgin…” you whisper back, revealing a lie that could cost your and your family’s heads.

Aizen smirks so devilishly, as if the new information he has just learned about you represented more than a simple lie…

“Then, I won’t be soft… you know that? You little lying bitch?” he says, walking back and taking his gun out of his “secret” not to secret spot. “Go as hard as you wish, Sosuke… we are both traitors by now” you spit, receiving the cold tip of his Kyoka on your thigh.

You lick your upper lip, slowly smudging the already bleed out red lipstick. Even the strongest can faulter when it comes to lust, because Aizen hand slightly trembles… and the trigger he should have pulled, it doesn’t get pulled. And the gun now rests, so dangerously by your side, so next to your own hand.

He softly slaps your cheek, while the other pulls from your hair back. Your neck exposed; his teeth carved on your flesh. The sound of his zipper going down; the stretching feeling of his manhood piercing your walls integrity.

You carve your heels on the small of Sosuke’s back, while he fucks you so rough. You don’t want him to stop, you want him to keep going. Your pinkie can feel the cold metallic surface of the gun resting on the bed. But his does too...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...who will grab it first?

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[troius]

Death Save Me From Light Novels

Wow, the title of this thing is kinda morbid when you put it that way, huh? Anyhow this is actually the best of the light novels I’ve covered so far, but it’s still highly inessential and the joke was too easy for me to pass up. Review under the cut.

The Death Save The Strawberry is the best of the Bleach novels so far because it actually has a point. Unlike the previous two, which told stories of “what everybody in the cast ate for dinner one night” and “what if there was a major crisis that didn’t affect anybody we cared about”, this book tells a story you might have some interest in: how did Rukia get ahold of that sword that she uses to give Ichigo his powers back? It’s not an essential story, obviously the manga worked fine without telling you all the details, but they’re here if you want them.

The first part of the book is clearly the best, because it’s full of little tidbits about the cast that bring more depth to the people we care about. Orihime got her bakery job, for example, because she was so effusive in her love of their products that they actually noticed a difference in their business! Uryu got his student council president position because Mizuho Asano thought he “looked like a president”, which is pretty funny. Chad apparently only started boxing after the winter war, because he was so bummed about how he got sidelined (and Tatsuki is apparently doing the same thing, which hurts me personally).

 Anyhow, Orihime notices that Ichigo’s down, so she uses a spirit phone that Unohana gave her (would have loved to know the story there...) and calls Rukia, who goes to Urahara for help, who takes a whole year to create the energy transfer sword. And this is the most interesting part of the book for me, because Urahara outright states that he needed/wanted to use Engetsu, Isshin’s sword, to make it, but Isshin was reluctant to help, and only agreed after Uryu got attacked.

That’s fascinating to me. There was a sort of underexplored undercurrent to the Fullbringer Arc where Ichigo felt a little suspicious of his father, and it’s actually borne out here! Isshin really was not enthusiastic about Ichigo getting back into the Soul Reaper life! It took Uryu getting attacked for him to realize that even if he didn’t make it easier for Ichigo to find trouble, trouble could still find him on its own. After all, Uryu has his own superpowered dad-- but Ryuken couldn’t stop whoever it was who attacked his own son, and wound up sitting by his hospital bed instead. This is something I wish had been a little more developed in the main story, because it really makes the themes of maturity and growing up resonate, showing that preparing your child to explore the world is oftentimes the best way to protect them in it.

(Isshin also directly compares Ichigo’s inability to protect Uryu due to his lack of powers to the position that he, Isshin, was in when Masaki was killed. Have fun with that one, shippers!)

Urahara gives Rukia a fetch quest to get “everybody’s” spiritual pressures to put in the sword. The rest of the book is then just Rukia running to everybody you would expect, getting them to give their spiritual pressure. The only funny things to note are that Zaraki makes everybody from Squad 11 put their spiritual pressures in, which would seem to undercut the heartwarming “all my friends” moment from Ichigo’s re-empowerment. There’s a silly subplot about this maybe being illegal but if you’ve read the manga you know Yamamoto eventually signs off on it. But we do get a moment where Momo quotes Captain Aizen to justify her breaking the law, which, uh…you might still have some things to work on there, my dear.

And then, with the light novel caught up to the manga, it abruptly ends without a conclusion. No, seriously, once Yama says it’s all okay (something the manga showed in flashback) the story just ends. No explanation of why Rukia shows up before the rest of the Rescue Ichigo team.

Anyhow this is a fine book if you want more details about what was happening to people that weren’t Ichigo during the Lost Agent Arc. We return to regular programming with the Thousand-Year Blood War tomorrow.

#Bleach #Troius reads Bleach #I'm back y'all!

[geekedoutbunny]

Aizen with a fem Sagittarius reader

Either he’s already the soul king and reader rules happily by his side as his queen

Or they are either the rulers of hueco mundo happily together

Fluff plz

Maybe soulmate au

Aizen x Fem Reader Imagine - Intertwined Love

Okay, so basically Aizen x Female Sagittarius Reader, and they're happily ruling together, and it's a soulmate AU, got it!!

THANK YOU!!!! For sending in this request, I'll try to give this story justice!! Hopefully, it's to your liking!!

MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT

Ruling the throne with the love of your life, was more than you could've asked for. You never thought that you'd get to see this day come true where you and the one you were destined to be with, would rule.

You've been by his side since the very beginning, you've always been his number-one supporter, you were always there. Watching from afar yet always close. You were his aid in the shadow, and his rock in the light, you were his everything and you both just knew that you were meant for one another.

Your souls were intertwined, conjoined the moment you came into the soul society. The red string of faith shined brightly for you both, and that's what everyone else didn't know. That's why you both succeeded. They didn't know that you were soulmates.

Being queen was a wonderful feeling, especially since you were with your king. You loved ruling over the souls of this realm, you loved being in charge and ruling with an iron fist, but you were your husband's other half, you were his batter half. The half that had an understanding, that had a heart.

You were the more fun side, the kinder side, the adventurous side. While he was your darker half, he was the evil, the crude, the selfish, the isolated. He was everything you weren't and you were everything he wasn't, but that's what made your souls fit like a giant puzzle piece.

Everyone within the kingdom adored your romance, they all wished to follow in your footsteps, seeing that soulmates were real gave them some kind of hope, that they could feel whole again.

Being Aizen's soulmate was an interesting affair, he had his moments when he wasn't too talkative, he wanted to be alone, and think, and other times he was more free-spirited. He was more open and easily excited. He was sometimes hard to deal with, and his mood swings were on a different level at times, but you learned how to approach them and love them all.

He adored you for that, nobody else was willing to get to know him, was willing to accept him, yet you did. Piece by piece. You yourself had your mood swings as well, but they weren't as dramatic as his. Being together for hundreds of years has helped you both to balance one another out and because of that, you'll both always succeed.

Being the soul queen was no easy feat, and you've had your times where you'd see a couple living as citizens, and it'll make you wish that you and Aizen could live like that, but it was too late, and Aizen was far too gone to accept that kind of lifestyle, so you remainder by his side and have always kept that to yourself, but your imagination always drifted off.

Aizen was a dreamer too, but he always dreamed of a life of plenty, he never wants to beg and grovel, he wanted to be the one that others begs toward. He wants to be the best of the best, the highest of the highest. He wanted to be the one and only truth. So far, he's gotten what he wanted, to become the soul king, but it won't take long before he would want to rule more than that, and you dread that day because then, that'll be the day when he'll touch the sun and burn.

You didn't want that to happen, but it is what it is, you'll remain by his side until that faithful day, to be a soulmate, means to share equal value with the one you love most, and you were willing to the whole nine yards and more with him.

MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT

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[zarinthel]

For the DVD meme, would you mind doing it for the most recent chapter (on SV) for Indelible Stains? I'm a huge fan of Shion and I feel like that chapter is like the climax of the Shion's time in Soul Society, so I'm really curious about what went into it!

chapter 13, crocodile tears

i struggled a lot to write chapters 10-13 because instead of just casually having events happen i actually needed to "keep track" of "the entire rukia rescue arc" which was a nightmare due to how many moving pieces that arc has. in the end i really did off screen large portions of it under the perhaps optimistic idea that people would simply know what happened. im not interested in doing a canon rewrite.

for example renji is completely off screen. why? because hes got nothing to do with shion. so hes still there, doing his canon stuff, but thats got nothing to do with me. yay!

moving on to the actual chapter. so the important part of this chapter is that this is the chapter where shion gets his bankai. so it needs to feel like that. it needs to be intense, and important, and a relfection of everything thats made shion who they are. so it starts in shion's head. an empty white world. this is important, because in addition to being a metaphor for some inuniverse stuff, this is also, and i am so serious right now, me referenceing /Bleach/. thats why the story is called Indelible Stains. were about to do the opposite of bleach. yes. its a joke. sorry.

the tousen scene. i really liked stringing it all together. showing stuff that shion's been working on for chapters and chapters, decades and decades, all come together for their truest purpose. showing shion fulfilling wishes while at the same time turning them against themself, against everthing theyve worked for.

'i am grateful'. you know, miyako is grateful too. thats how shion gets you.

thats how ryuketsu got shion.

shion's bankai is based on the 4 noble truths. suffering. so he cant have something like that if he doesn't suffer.

people's bankais aren't just "what they believe in" but what they /are/.

urahara first meeting. lol. urahara's faults are that he believes in soul society, that because /he/ would never missuse evil research it wont be misued. that its more important to uphold laws than to uphold justice. that authority should be respected above all personal morality.

his flaws are funnier than aizen's but no less damning.

writing the rest of this chapter was fun. mutilation of the self brought on by the fact that soul society is incapable of understanding what it even means to be cruel. and soul society's doom brought on by the fact that they don't considers shion's century of cruelty as a shinigami lieutenant threatening.

his bankai form...

soul society has stained him, and so he's going to smear that blood all over the white walled city.

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#meta

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BANKAI I'D LOVE TO SEE

Okay, a few words before we go into this.

This list will consist of non-captain characters, except for three. How else, since we see almost every Captain's Bankai. But there are other Shinigami who I'm really curious what their Bankai would be, were they to achieve it. And technically, every Shinigami has the potential to achieve it, as we see with the Lieutenants who do.

And I am also aware that Kubo had only limited time and space, that he couldn't give EVERY somewhat major Shinigmai a Bankai. Wouldn't even have been possible, for several reasons. Still... as I'll be mentioning later down the line, there are some characters I'd wish we had even just as much as a single picture, like we do in Hisagi's and Shinji's case. I know that stuff has gone down behind the curtains, and that Kubo hasn't been able to draw everything he wanted, but still. Pleeeeease, Kubo-sama, maybe just single pictures, at least? Just one for each missing Bankai, like you drew them for Hisagi and Shinji? I'd be already very happy with only that.

And yes, we fans can come up with our own ideas, but the point is: What would Kubo himself come up with? That's what I personally am so super curious about. Mainly regarding the design, since one could guess at the powers a little from the Shinigamis' Shikai. Don't get me wrong, I would still love to have a complete explanation of the Bankais' powers, but their designs is the other half of the coin. And Kubo proved to come up with some very creative and interesting stuff. So yeah, I am interested in both, but primarily the designs.

Oh, and lastly, you won't find Yoruichi on here, cause she doesn't even use a Zanpakuto. We'd first have to see that before we can even begin to talk about her Bankai.

Okay, on to the list now.

ISSHIN AND JUSHIRO!!!

Okay, I have to admit: Despite me trying not to be, I am still somewhat super angry that we didn't get Bankai for these two. Especially after freaking KENPACHI got a Bankai, when he didn't even know his sword's name for almost the entire series. Not only are they among my fav characters; but Isshin had the perfect opportunity to show his during the Thousand Year Blood War arc. I mean, come on - you can't just hype a Bankai up by telling us via Aizen how strong it is, and then just not show it! Never mind that Isshin was shown to still be an incredibly strong Shinigami, even after 20 years without his powers. So come on, give him a proper fight. And in Ukitake's case, it is just one more thorn in my heart, cause he was always in Shunsui's shadow anyways. Shunsui got all the attention, while Ukitake got nothing (no worries, I don't hate Shunsui or anything, I just find it a little unfair. I still like Shunsui well enough). Even though he is one of only two dual-wielding Shinigami (at least until Ichigo came along with is dual wield). Doesn't that make one curious as what his Bankai would be? And no, the Beyond Bankai form of his in Bleach Brave Souls is NOT his Bankai. As cool as that form is.

At any rate, until the TYBW anime is over, I will keep hoping that we might get to see one or both of these there. Or maybe that the official illustrations I mentioned above might pop up one day.

AIZEN

I mean, come on - do I need really to explain? XD The handful of people who do not want to see it raise their hands now. Is quicker to count than those who want. XD

MATSUMOTO

Hm, her Zanpakuto is based on a cat and on ash? What would Kubo have cooked up for her if he gave her a Bankai? Especially in regards to design. Also, fun fact for those who might not yet now: In the data book, there was once a mistranslation, where it stood that Rangiku had achieved Bankai by the TYBW, when in fact she never had. Kubo himself was puzzled on how that mistake got in there.

KAIEN

His Shikai, which we got to see thanks to Aaroniero, is already interesting. I bet his Bankai would have been a really cool, water based one. Wait, do we even have any water based Bankai? We have fire, ice, lightning, poison... but no water??? Makes me want to see Kaien's Bankai even more.

HINAMORI

I don't know why, but I would really like to see the Bankai for her. I mean, it would be interesting to see a more gentle girl like her wielding a fire Bankai, wouldn't it? Once again, it is mainly the design aspect I am interested in here.

YUMICHIKA

Well, my interest in his Bankai grew after the reveal that the Shikai of his Zanpakuto he used for the longest time wasn't even the real Shikai. And for some reason, I have the image I have in my head when thinking of Yumichika's Bankai is either peacock or bird of paradise. XD

ISANE

This one's coming right out of the left field, huh? n.n Any of you expected to find her here? Well, I just thought it would be nice to see a second healing Bankai. And Isane is an okay character, not the best, but certainly not bad either. So why not wanting to see her Bankai? Especially since Unohana's Bankai is the only one not purely for combat. So yeah, would be nice to have a second one.

KAZUI AND ICHIKA

And lastly, of course, the new generation. Come on, considering who their parents are - wouldn't you love to see their Bankai too? Oh, uhm... maybe I broke my own rule a little here. I mean, we see nothing of their Zanpakutos yet; we know they have them, but we haven't seen their powers in action yet. Hm, wait... they're still extremely young tho. I think it's okay to have them on here while leaving Yoruichi out. After all, Kazui and Ichika NOT using their Zanpakuto like Yoruichi is highly unlikely. But who knows, if the Hell Arc continues, maybe we'll see some of it. And I rest my case, I'd love to see their Bankai. After seeing the rest of their powers first. ;) Is Ichika's Zanpakuto maybe ice based, like her mother's? Or is it something completely different from either her parents? Maybe not even based on an element, like Renji's isn't either? Does Kazui continue the trend of -getsu after Engetsu and Zangetsu? And after seeing Isshin's and Ichigo's Zanpakutos, what powers will his have?

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