#Bleach scenario

[shadowsnlace]

Heyo! This is the same person that asked if headcanon request are open :). I wanted to ask if you can make a NSFW headcanon where grimmjow figures out what a vibrator is and decides to use it on his S/O

I saw this and started snickering because I could see him so clearly in my head. So, I had to do a scenario instead of headcanons because I had to do it justice. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

Note: Remember that look in the picture above, it is a great visual aid for what follows....

Smut so it goes below the cut. ;)

"Come On, It'll Be Fun" Grimmjow x Fem!Reader

by ShadowsNLace

You really needed a shower after the day you'd had. Work had really soured your mood and all you wanted was to stand under a hot spray of water to burn away the growling grumps you'd accumulated. Unfortunately, your boyfriend didn't take too kindly to being told that he was not invited to join you, especially since he was naked and ready for some fun in the shower. In fact, Grimmjow seemed to take your grumps and upped the ante to snarling, pouty huffs as he reluctantly left to let you shower alone.

Mistake No. 1 - Leaving Grimmjow alone in your bedroom pissed off and contemplating some form of revenge to exact on you once you came out of that shower.

Mistake No. 2 - Not hiding your "intimate" toys better.

Ever curious and quickly bored, Grimmjow began going through your room. He'd never really paid too much attention anything beyond the evil bottles on the vanity that you referred to as "perfume." He'd tried on several occasions to sneak one into the trash bin but you'd always find them and return them. He never would understand why you wanted to cover up your natural scent when it was so damn intoxicating to him.

The vanity didn't hold much mystery for him. He'd laid in bed many times and watched you prepare for your day by applying makeup.

He checked the nightstand: A book, a half-empty cup of tea, a pair of earrings, and the alarm clock that he'd had to buy for you after throwing yours against the wall the first night he'd slept over.

His eyes fell on the drawer of the nightstand. Oh-ho, what's this? I didn't know there was a hidden compartment here...

As the drawer opened his eyes, so quick to spot prey, quickly fell on a rather large object that looked like a penis and it was just laying there in the drawer daring him to touch it. Why does she have a cock in her drawer? His eyes narrowed as he turned to cast a look toward the bathroom door, a grin creasing his face. "Hey, babe, you gonna be in there all night or what?" He now had a weapon and couldn't wait to use it.

"I'll be out in a few minutes! Why don't you stretch out on the bed and relax?"

He reached for the object...something didn't feel right and he dropped it almost immediately causing a loud clatter when it hit the drawer. He scrambled to grab it and shut the drawer, hoping you hadn't heard the commotion.

"Grimm? Are you all right? What was that noise?"

Shit! "Uh, nothing, just knocked the tea cup off the nightstand."

You sighed, damn his temper, "I thought we talked about the cat compulsions --"

He interrupted, "It was an accident!"

You turned off the water and grabbed a towel. "Yeah, 'accident'" you walked into the bedroom to continue the scolding but froze when you saw him standing only a few feet away with your dildo in his hand. Shit!

"Why do you have a fake cock in your drawer? And why the hell is it purple?"

Heat crept up your neck so fast you felt like your hair was going to catch flame. "Why were you going through my stuff?" You made a grab for it but he held it up out of your reach.

"I asked first. No answering a question with a question, your rule, remember?" The look of near-triumph in his eyes would have made you giggle if he hadn't been holding your purple Pussy Pleaser up like an offering to the gods.

This situation wasn't going to magically go away. Best to just explain it to him and hope he gave it back. "It's called a dildo. Some people use them for sexual gratification."

He brought it to eye level to give it a closer look. "This thing? Babe, you've got me, I'm bigger than this," he gave you a sweet grin, "and I'm real, not weird like whatever this thing is made of." He sniffed it and you nearly spit out a laugh at the look of disgust. "Ugh! It smells horrible! I've smelled death pits in Heuco Mundo that smell better."

"I only use that when you're not around." You gave him a look of affection, "No sex toy could ever make me feel as good as you do. It's just something to ease the ache until I can have you." You smiled, "And, well, there is one function it has that you don't."

"Oh, really?"

"Push that button."

He did and it roared to life. Startled, he nearly dropped it again. "What the fuck?!" The astonishment was rapidly replaced with a wicked grin, "I need to see this in action."

You shook your head, "No way. You're not using that on me."

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun."

You started to back away, "I -- I ---"

He caught your wrist, whirled you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. "I promise, I'll be gentle."

"Honey, 'gentle' isn't in your nature. I don't want to have to explain to an ER doctor why I have half of a broken sex toy stuck in my cooch."

He cast a dubious look at the toy, "Do these things really break so easily?"

"I don't know but if anyone can it will be you."

"How about if you show me how you use it?" He just wanted you naked and doing something he'd never seen before. This could very well be a kinky experience and he wasn't going to miss out. He pulled the towel out of your hand exposing your body before sliding his bare chest against yours. His lips hovered over yours, voice husky, sultry, "The King will bend to your will. Show me." He moved to lay across the foot of your bed for the best place to view you.

Damn his hide, he knew just how to make your belly flutter and your core ache. Worst of all you knew the sensations would be pleasing and that having him watch you had been one of your fantasies. "OK." you couldn't believe the words were leaving your mouth. "you can watch."

Grimmjow's eyes were riveted to your hands as you took the toy and spread your legs. As always the sight of your welcoming, tender flesh sent his desire soaring. He licked his lips, wishing for a fleeting moment that his tongue was about to be caressing those lips instead of that purple thing.

He watched closely as you got a bottle of clear gel out of the drawer. "What is that?"

You popped the cap, "It's lubricant. I can't just stick it in. The material needs to be slick." A few drops on the tip then a finger to work the lube down the length and you were ready to start.

You watched Grimmjow's eyes grow wide in proportion to his grin as you rubbed the purple cock over your clit to get your desire climbing. Your face and chest felt flushed. You couldn't believe you were letting him watch you do this. His look of complete fascination made you feel bolder. Then, you slid the dildo inside of you and Grimmjow went stone still, the look of a predator about to pounce on prey was written all over his face. He watched every stroke you made, heard every huff of breath that increased little by little as the pleasure began to take over.

He inched toward you, eyes flicking from your eyes to your hands and the toy, waiting for you to tell him to stop or allow him to get closer. He laid his head against your inner thigh, one hand lowering to stroke his cock. "Fuck, babe, this is so hot." He nipped lightly at your skin, enjoying your flinch and soft moan that followed.

You kept a slow pace, then you pushed the button for vibrate. A deep groan, a slight arch in your lower back as the pleasure radiated throughout your pelvis. Grimmjow growled in response. You saw his face and knew how much control he was exerting to keep himself still. "Give me your hand," your voice was breathy. He stopped stroking himself and let you guide his hand to the toy. "Just remember, not too hard." You let your hand fall away, allowing him to take over.

He took over stroking the vibrating toy in and out of you. After a few strokes to gauge the feel and function, he shifted to prop over you and use his other hand to push your folds open over your clit. A deep growl was all you heard before he lowered this head and gently sucked your clit.

Your whole body bucked, "Oh my god!" The feeling of full penetration and Grimm's lips on your clit was new.

"Mmmmmm," he purred into your flesh.

You moaned so loud you drowned out the sound of the vibrator. You were wrong, Grimmjow definitely came with a vibration function!

Grimmjow chuckled, swirled his tongue around your clit before looking up at you with a grin. "I had a feeling you'd like that."

"More. More now, my king!" You wanted that sensation again.

He smiled, his voice sinful and silky, "As my queen commands." His mouth returned to the task.

Lick. Lick. Stroke. Suck. Purr. Lick. Lick. Lick. Purr. Stroke. Stroke. Suck.....Grimmjow kept varying the rhythm keeping you suspended in a never-ending maelstrom of ecstasy that seemed like it would go on forever. He went on and on until your thighs began trembling. You were about to cum and he knew it. He increased the pressure of this tongue and lips, leaning against you enough to keep your legs spread wide enough for him to keep going until you were spent.

"Grimm-j-jow...please..." Your hitching pants garbled the words.

He lifted his head, "Did you say something?"

Your eyes pinned his, "Get rid of the toy, I need you now."

No hesitation. All you saw was a purple blur flung over his shoulder. He said nothing as he moved over you, pulling your legs up. Firm, hot flesh replaced the vibrator. Sinking deep, he growled as his lips captured yours. Tongue delving deep into all the soft recesses of your mouth, he set a pace that had you halfway to another orgasm.

Nothing was more sexy than watching Grimmjow as his gorgeous body sent you to the heights of pleasure. But, what always sent you over the edge was his passion. He was wild for you and it was in every move, every kiss, every growl, pant, and moan.

He held you tight, moving so fast. His mouth was on your neck, teeth scraping at your skin. Your mouth was near his ear: words, moans, unnameable sounds spilling out. You were way past any control over your body. Grimmjow was practically a force of nature and the orgasms wouldn't stop until he stopped.

You were beginning to feel tingling throughout your body like all your nerves had tuned into the same frequency when Grimm went stiff for a few seconds buried deep inside you. You heard him grit "Fuck" against your neck then a few more jerky thrusts wrung growling grunts from him.

He turned his head to kiss your face. His cock was still deep inside you, throbbing and sending pulses of pleasure. You could tell from the sound of his pants that he was smiling. You opened your eyes to confirm it. He kissed your lips, "See, I told you it would be fun."

You chuckled, "Yes, you were right."

He slipped out of you, shifting to stretch out next to you. "You never answered my question."

Your brows furrowed, "Which one?"

"Why is that thing," (you knew he'd never refer to the dildo any other way, ever) "purple?"

"Because I like purple."

He looked thoughtful, ran a hand through his lush blue locks of hair, "Do they make them in blue?"

You started laughing, reaching over to stroke his uniquely beautiful hair, "Nothing compares to the blue one I already have...you."

[wing-ed-thing]

General Arrancar Headcanons

𓆃 Most arrancar tend to be calculating and make decisions rather instinctually. This isn't to say that all arrancar are impulsive or that decisions are made impulsively.

𓆃 Arrancar, by nature, are naturally proficient at data collection meaning that arrancar analyze new information very quickly and logically.

𓆃 Some arrancar go off of this natural ability to sense information on the battle field to make decisions that otherwise appear impulsive while other arrancar tend to play their cards close to their hands. Although, this difference has more to do with an individual's nature.

𓆃 This also can explain the "culture" per se that arrancar have around staring. Many arrancar unabashedly stare for many reasons

𓆃 These reasons include vigilance for potential threats (it is a who-eats-who world), searching for exploitable weakness in other hollows, or other evolutionary/survival habits.

𓆃 In addition, arrancar may literally look to their stronger leaders for direction. It is also possible that this is the first time many arrancar have had physical and noticeable eyes.

𓆃 Staring plays a role in determining hierarchy among arrancars as well for these reasons. A weakness in leadership, perhaps an otherwise strong arrancar returning from battle with a fatal wound, may provide lower ranking arrancar an opportunity to elevate their status through opportunistic combat.

𓆃 Even in combat, arrancar have a tendency to stare at one another while waiting for the other to make a move when abilities are too evenly matched.

𓆃 While prideful, many arrancar are not above aligning themselves with the power they know is greater if it means survival. For arrancar, it's about surviving and striking when it is least expected.

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[sluttsumu]

☆ — breeding you

“ohmyfuckingod” you whine.

it’s been hours of him relentlessly pounding you, flipping you from position to position. but you love it, and he does too. watching you love drunk on his cock with hearts in your pupils, it’s adorable.

it’s a cute sight really, your ankles next to his ears while your knees hover over the sheets.

“gonna fill you up,” thrust. “wanna be a mommy?” thrust. “have my babies?” thrust. it was painfully delicious, the way he kissed your cervix so desperate to come inside of you, listening to the way you chant his name over and over.

“want it—! please.” he loves to hear you beg for it, seeing your eyes fixated on his length pumping in and out of you. it’s not long before his moans stutter and thrusts dwindle and he’s spilling a thick load into your pretty pussy, breeding you to your fullest.

“always such a good girl for me.”

☆ — atsumu, bokuto, ichigo, renji, shidou, nagi, geto, choso

sluttsumu 2023

[satsugacafe]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: love your blog! could I please request an angsty scenario for Hashwalth and Kyoraku, Kisuke where they are separated from reader in fight, and feel reader's spiritual pressure surrounding the entire era, but suddenly disappearing which makes them think that reader died. I hope it's clear? like I imagine that the raise in reader's reiatsu would alarm them since they hope for the best, but them being involved with their own fights makes them worried for their lover.

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Kyoraku Shunsui, Urahara Kisuke, Jugram Haschwalth

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Not gonna lie anon, I was tempted to make this much more angstier than I wrote. I love a good angst, and my fingers were itching to make it all the more heartbreaking. Luckily, I didn’t since you didn’t specify to that extent. So, it’s still midly angsty. Enjoy!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader being injured, bloodied and wounded, war and fighting, assumptions of reader dying, reader being unconscious, angst with comfort

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: While your lover was busy handling their own duties, leaving you to yours, you surprise them with your sudden disappearance after your reiatsu spiked, then vanished.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

「 ✦ Kyoraku Shunsui ✦ 」

Rushing out of his fight after subduing Kāten Kyokotsu, Shunsui didn’t expect to perspire in the midst of using Shunpo as he flew through the forest. In the distance ahead, a massive outburst of your reiatsu continued to crackle through the sky, sending signals of distress his way. He didn’t expect you to take his words that literally when he placed his foot down and cautioned you to be more assertive when facing your zanpakuto since it was a force to reckon with and the complete opposite of you.

“Hang on, I’m coming,” he muttered under his breath, his usually calm demeanour replaced by a rare streak of worry. Neither of you expected the rebellion to occur out of the blue, however, when it did, you had your suspicions that yours would not hesitate to attack with aggression. The memory of your strategic and orderly nature clashed with the unpredictability of your zanpakuto spirit, making him fear the worst.

Quickening his steps, no matter how rapidly the forest blurred by, your location refused to appear. That is until the waves of your reiatsu vanished. Clipped like the wings of a bird. Not a hint of where it disappeared to. Just…void, like you no longer existed. Shunsui’s heart skipped a beat, dread settling in his stomach. No reiatsu meant death.

“This is one time when playing games isn’t necessary, sweetheart,” he murmured and pressed his lips into a firm line. Gripping his hat a little tighter, he sped up before noticing light breaking through the trees ahead and coming to what was once lush grassland, now barren with a giant crater at the centre.

Doing his best to keep his emotions under the lid, his eyes were covering every inch of the field, flickering to where possible signs of your body lay. No. He couldn’t think like that. You were alive…just unconscious perhaps. You wouldn’t leave him like that, not without saying good…He needed to stop his thoughts. This wasn’t him. He suffered far worse to crumble this easily.

Sieving through the remnants of forest life, he felt nothing. It was just the sound of debris crunching under his feet and the wind whipping around his kimono. “This will be the first time I despise hide-and-seek,” he whispered and walked over to the crater where he found your zanpakuto neatly sheathed on the ground.

Everything seemed to appear intact, which meant you successfully subdued them, but where the hell were you hiding. Desperation clawed at him, as he searched the forest high and low, calling your name until his voice was hoarse. Just when he was about to lose all hope, he felt it—a flicker of your reiatsu, like a dying ember struggling to stay alight. His head snapped up, eyes wide with determination. “There you are,” he breathed and sprinted towards the source of faint energy.

He found you on the other side of the forest, your body crumpled and unconscious, wounds marring your skin. Relief washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by concern as he knelt beside you, gently lifting you into his arms.

“Hey, love. Wake up,” he urged softly with a tremble of trepidation. “Come on, open those pretty eyes for me.”

There was a groan, followed by a struggling stir as you slowly regained consciousness. Your eyes partially fluttered open, meeting his worried gaze. “Shunsui…?”

“Shh, it’s okay, darling,” he soothed, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “You’re safe now. You gave quite a scare, you know?”

A weak smile tugged at your lips. “S-sorry…didn’t meant to…gave me trouble—”

“I know. I know,” he reassured with relief event in his eyes. “Just don’t do that again, alright? I don’t think my heart can take it.”

You sluggishly nodded, head pounding and unable to properly shake it as pain from your wounds flared up. His expression softened, and he carefully lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his broad chest. “Let’s get you back. You need to rest and heal.”

「 ✦ Urahara Kisuke ✦ 」

What started as a simple alarm in Rukongai 71st district as rouge Hollows appeared nearby, led to a full-on clash of metal ringing through the night’s air. It was odd and rare for Hollows to appear, even in the numbers they showed up in. Urahara hadn’t expect things to take a sudden turn when an Ajuchas launched itself at you, separating you from him in the heat of the fight. With each swipe of its hands, you were forced further and further away from his side, left to face this beast alone. Something he had no fear in you being able to accomplish—you were after all his lieutenant, apart from the ‘lover’ title.

A quick glance over his shoulder and he noticed you managing, left him calm as he calculated his next steps to take down the three that were encroaching. He trusted your abilities, confident that you could handle yourself. But then, as his mind began to relax, your reiatsu flared—a sudden, intense burst of energy that was quickly snuffed out. His head whipped around in search of you and found nothing. Not even a lock of your hair lying around.

But you were just there moments ago. How long did he take his eyes off you?

Being scared wasn’t something Kisuke was quite known for expressing or feeling, but his heart was racing erratically, wanting to lurch from his ribcage the longer his eyes searched the enclosure. There was nothing for him to make of your presence anymore. The silence was eerie, an unnerving stillness that settled over the field, leaving cold dread to creep into his thoughts.

Just as he was about to step into the forest where the last trace of your reiatsu sensed, the other Shinigami were regrouping, preparing to return to Seireitei and report their findings to Commander Yamamoto. However, Kisuke’s mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t leave without. Not knowing what happened and the possibility of you being out there alone. As the others regathered, he ignored his subordinates who approached him and slipped away with Benihime still unsheathed in his hand.

He was silent and swift with his movements, retracing his steps and eyes scanning the ground for any signs of you. The forest was dense, the shadows long and foreboding which left an unsettling sensation in his chest the longer he searched. His heart refused to accept the possibility that you were gone when he came across scraps of your Shihakusho on the floor, and nearby, laid your sword. But there was no sign of you.

“Where are you?” he worriedly muttered under his breath, gripping the hilt of Benihime tightly. His search continued as his mind raced with worry, the thought of losing you unbearable. However, just when he was about to lose all hope, he registered a faint flicker of reiatsu emanating from a nearby cave. It was weak, but it was unmistakably yours.

Hurrying towards the cave with quickened steps, he was faced with the cool and damp, almost suffocating atmosphere. Doing his best to adjust to the dimness of the area, he squinted his eyes as he cautiously marched across the dirt. And then he saw you crumpled on the ground, beside a giant boulder, your body battered and Shihakusho tattered with claw marks. At least you were alive.

His heart clenched at the sight of you struggling to breathe under the pressure of your wounds. Rushing to kneel beside you, he gently cradled you into his arms, not caring that his white haori was being stained with blood. All that mattered was you. “Hey,” he softly cooed with his emotions skimming underneath. “Can you hear me?”

Your reply was a loud heave, signally that you were unable to speak.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, more to himself than you as he curled you into his chest. His head came down to rest against your forehead, his lips brushing the debris-covered area to leave a comforting kiss. It was more for himself than you, given his shakiness. “You’re okay now. I’m here. I got you.”

A feeble groan was returned, followed by the sensation of your lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Gingerly, he pulled back to gaze at your face, noticing how much you were struggling to open your eyes and meet his worried expression. Thankfully, you didn’t, otherwise, you might have cried at how broken he appeared.

“Don’t move, love. I’ll get you back to Seireitei,” he comforted as he stood with you in his arms, cradling comfortably in his arms where you would be the safest.  

「 ✦ Jugram Haschwalth ✦ 」

Jugram had always been a man of few words, his stoic nature making beneath the depths of his loyalty and conviction. As he stood facing the new Captain-Commander of Gotei 13, Kyoraku Shunsui in the quiet space between the battlegrounds, the air thick with tension, his senses were alert. Kyoraku, ever the playful and laidback one, wore his ever-present grin, but Jugram knew there was no humour in this encounter for him.

“Is that so?” Kyoraku’s voice broke through the tense silence. “It seems you think far too highly of Yhwach proclamations.”

A slight, almost indiscernible tightening of Jugram’s jaw was the only outward sign of irritation, but he remained composed. “You know as well as I do, Kyoraku. The Shinigami reign has come to an end.”

The two men stood in a stalemate for a moment, their words laced with underlying threats, both sides calculating and watching for the slightest sign of weakness. It was then, during this quiet, deadly exchange that Jugram’s senses suddenly wavered. A surge of reiatsu, sharp and unmistakable spiked in the distance, causing his gaze to shift momentarily, as though listening for an echo. The familiar pull in his chest was undeniable. Your reiatsu.

No, Jugram thought, unable to ignore the increasing ache of concern that gnawed at him. He couldn’t let it show, but it was there, gnawing at deeper with each passing second. He couldn’t afford to focus on you now. Not while he was in the middle of a mission. But fate had a way of changing plans and making things worse.

But Kyoraku, ever the perceptive, seemed to have noticed the change in Jugram’s demeanour, the subtle shift in his focus. “You’re looking rather distracted,” he teased, eyes narrowing. “Are you sure you’re here for the Shinigami’s annihilation or distracted by something else?”

Before Jugram could respond with a sharp retort, he sensed Yhwach reaching out to summon his return to Silbern. His spine stiffened, hands twitching as Yhwach’s order was absolute. Return. His heart lurched in his throat, and for the first time, he hesitated. His plan was to cut down this Shinigami before him and set out to find you. The feeling of your reiatsu—fleeting and unstable—pulsed in his mind. He felt a cold sweat breaking out along his brow as Yhwach’s order resonated in the depths of his mind, ordering his return. Yet, as if in defiance, his body froze, his attention drawn back to you.

What was happening to you?

He had never been one to show vulnerability, especially not in front of others. He had been trained to suppress emotions, to act without hesitation, however, in that brief moment, he was torn—torn between duty and the silent bond he shared with you. The pressure was unbearable, but his pride would not allow him to act against his Emperor’s direct order.

And then, as he turned to retreat into the shadows, you were snuffed out. Like flame with no trail. He felt like he was doused with a bucket of ice-cold water. Before things escalated further and he spent another second longer, he walked away in silence with one thing on his mind: you.

His return to Silbern felt like an eternity.

As he moved through the hallway of Silbern, eyes falling calmly on each Sternritter he passed, in hopes of identifying your face. His order was simple, execute RB9 and Cang Du for their failure. He barely flinched when his sword was brought down upon them each, his mind too distant with thoughts of you circulating his head.

You were Sternritter ‘M’. ‘The Marionette.’ There was no way you could be taken down so easily. You had a file on all those pesky Shinigami, so you knew how to counter. Not a single one of them was worthy enough to match your strengths and skills. Who did you encounter and who did he need to make suffer a thousand times over?

Evacuating the room after the execution, not caring about the mess, his steps were slow as he moved through the corridors of Silbern. His thoughts were torn between duty and his hidden, personal feelings. Each step led him further away from Yhwach, yet closer to something he couldn’t ignore. The temptation to leave Silbern and search for you was overwhelming. And yet, his pride held him back. But the more he walked, the more restless he became. His mind, still racing with thoughts of you, finally led him down the long, dark corridors towards the exit.

As he stepped through the archway, he caught the sight of you. Breath stuck in his throat, you were standing there, bloodied, bruised, your clothes torn, but alive. Your eyes met his, and a silent understanding passed between you. The emotions he kept buried within him, swelled.

“You’re alive,” he simply stated, though his words carried much more weight that was unspoken. He took a step forward, an arm’s length apart.

You smiled at him, albeit tiredly. It was a small weary smile, but enough to make his heart ache. “Of course I am,” you replied steadily. “A little bloodied, but I survived.”

His gaze softened as he took a step closer, his eyes scanning your body, checking for signs of injury. You had fought hard he could see that. But there was something in his chest, a sense of possessiveness, an instinct to protect, that tightened his grip on his emotions.

“You should return to your chambers,” he whispered firmly, yet with a lover’s tone. “You’re in no condition to continue as you are.”

Your expression didn’t change, but your eyes softened as you looked up at him, understanding his unspoken concern. “Yhwach wouldn’t accept me returning with a single victory,” you muttered and looked down at his hands, watching the way they curled and unfurled at his side.

“That’s not a decision for you to make.” His lips pressed into a thin line as he fought the desire to hold you, to show you how much he cared. “You will return to your chambers, see the healers and then return to the field. Do not make me repeat myself.” He had given you an order, but it was more than that. He showed you in his own way that he cared. Even though he preferred you off the field after your current events.

“As you wish, Jugo.”

As you sidestepped to enter Silbern, you felt the touch of his gloved hand wrapping around your wrist, before the sudden pull of your body into his chest. He said nothing as he held you in silence, cherishing the thumping of your heartbeat and the warmth of your skin. A remarkable sign of open affection, but acceptable due to nearly losing you.

“Be more careful out there, please,” he stated with a begging whisper. “I still need you.”

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[leiandroid]

just another day in hitsugaya's miserable life

and it always ends the same way...

[feitanii-ll]

巛—𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗴, 𝗳𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵—⫸

[[ crush!ichigo x reader headcannons ]]

✩ crush! ichigo who can't seem to stop thinking about you, wondering why you're always on his mind.

✩ crush! ichigo who doesn't know that you're harboring a huge crush on him, and unbeknownst to you, feels completely the same.

✩ crush! ichigo who gets distracted by the thoughts of you during hollow attacks— which ends him getting scolded, and a bright red blush on his face when asked "what happened out there!?"

✩ crush! ichigo who spots you one day at the grocery store, feeling his tummy erupt in butterflies when you see him and begin approaching.

✩ crush! ichigo who looks so damn good standing in front of you. he's always so well dressed, and he smells like a dream. he's so soft when he speaks to you, dropping that usual grumpy demeanor in your presence.

✩ crush! ichigo who gets so anxious and is determined to make a good impression when he suggests the two of you hang out at the mall.

☆ crush! ichigo who carries your bags from the things HE bought you. from books, to clothes, to jewelry— he simply shakes his when you say, "ichigo, I can do it myself." only for him to reply with, "noo, girly. I've got it. dont worry about, 'kay?" and he says it so nice, so tender that all you can do is swoon and pout, turning away to hide the clear embarrassment on your face.

☆ crush! ichigo who bring you to his favorite store in the mall, Zumies, and basically yaps about what he likes and doesn't like about their clothing options.

☆ crush! ichigo who is so passionate about fashion and clothing, it's a little heartwarming for him to open up about his interest, and you can't help but smile up at him as if he's the light of your life. and in a way, he is.

☆ crush! ichigo that's just so protective over you. you don't know it, but he feels the need to take care of you in a way. he WANTS to, just to make you happy.

☆ crush! ichigo who almost gets into a fight with a man in the store after you accidentally bumped into him. when you had tried to apologize, he had grumbled a mean name towards you that had ichigo livid! there's almost a scuffle, but you managed to convince him to just leave the asshole alone crush!ichigo who yaps about how he "should've kicked the guy's ass!", unable to get the memory out of his head, "I would've won, too. who the hell does he think he is?"

☆ crush! ichigo who, after getting so distracted by this thoughts, snaps out of it when he feels a light pressure on his arm. it's you, leaning your head against him as you sigh. "I know you would have... please don't feel like you NEED too, though." you murmur.

☆ crush! ichigo who feels his heart flutter at your actions and chuckles. "yeah? anything for you.." he says it casually, though it means so much more.

✩ crush! ichigo who you just love so so much <33

☆ crush! ichigo who's definitely already yours, even though you two aren't official.

☆ crush! ichigo that rambles to renji low-key about how much he likes you.

☆ crush! ichigo that sits up at night thinking about you. your time spent all the mall together. your laugh, your smile, your purse that he thinks is a little but ugly and tacky, but likes it only because you find it cute.

☆ crush! ichigo who, shamfully, traps his pillows between his strong arms and cuddles it vertically as if it's really you. though he learns to be cautious about that as Rukia tends to break into his room at ungodly hours of the day; which ends up rather embarrassing for him.

just..crush! ichigo

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Ichigo and Grimmjow learning that their s/o managed to survive a dangerous situation without a single scratch?

Ichigo watched the great stone wall collapse under its own weight, once the beam from the Sternritter had pierced it’s hull. It would have been pretty cool, if it didn’t mean that their defenses were down and last he knew [Y/N] was standing right there!

“[Y/N]!” He called out, even though he was all the way on the other side of the battlefield.

Ichigo cut through his opponent and sprinted over to the scene where the dust was settling. Frantically scanning the rumble for some sign of his partner, but woefully optimistic in hoping he wouldn’t find anything. “Phew! That was close!”

The Shinigami turned and saw [Y/N] a few yards away from him. Unscathed, perfectly fine, and examining the rumble like him with a much less panicked look. “[Y/N]! You’re alright! How did you avoid the attack??”

“Oh. Well for one I was more over there,” they pointed towards the spot that they had moved to in the fighting, “plus once I saw the wall start to come down I shunpo-ed it out of there.”

“Shunpo….”

“Yeah, Yoruichi has been training me. She said I’ve been getting pretty good. I thought I mentioned that?”

Ichigo wasn’t sure if they had or hadn’t right now. All he knew was that he was relieved they were ok.

He came up to them and gave them a hug. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He told them. Before he let go and they went back to the fighting.

Grimmjow howled with laughter and glee as he cut through another one of these goons. Their bodies splitting open like they were made of paper. Or one of those pinata things from the human world with how they sprayed open when broke. What a time to be alive.

At first, he thought it had to be some kind of joke. Him? Fight for the shitty Shinigami? No way!

But apparently they had lost their idiotic minds, and rolled out the red carpet for him when he came to the Seireitei door. One he was all too happy to paint even redder with blood.

He’d do this little chore for them, then finally kill Kurosaki, and go back home to Hueco Mundo with [Y/N] as champions. This was the best day of his life.

In his hacking and slashing, Grimmjow looked up when he saw one of the buildings fall. Not uncommon in a fight. He thought it was stupid to have buildings that tall anyway. He grinned as he watched on of the Shinigami monuments fall, but then panned down and saw [Y/N] standing near where the rubble would fall. “Shit! [Y/N]!”

There was nothing to be done though. He was too far away. The building was falling to fast. Then by the time be got over there all that was left was rumble and dust. Grimmjow felt his heart stop, then come back to life beating furiously as he was now going to destroy now only these Quincy but everything here for taking his [Y/N] away.

The Arrancar turned to begin his killing spree, when suddenly a large piece of the rumble was dislodged and flew through the air. It barely missed him as he watched [Y/N] climb out of the hole they created. Dusting off their outfit while muttering, “this was brand new…”

Grimmjow watched in amazement but then grinned wildly as he saw that they were ok. Of course they were ok. How stupid of him to thinking a grubby old building would take out his [Y/N].

He scooped them up with one arm to pull them close, still with that grin. “I thought I lost you there for a second.”

“Who? Me?” They asked in amusement.

Grimmjow gave them a kiss before he let go and they both went back to the fighting. His spree might be on hold, but his ‘chore’ still wasn’t done. And Kurosaki was still out there somewhere.

[sunshineszn]

The ex that keeps calling your new boyfriend a bum and is excitedly waiting for him to mess up. So when he spots your new man that you seem to love oh so much, cosied up with some random woman at a bar he frequents, he can't help but sneak a picture or two and "accidentally" sends the images to you followed by a message about how that never was and could never be him...but hey he's just sayin'

Aomine, Eren, Connie, Grimmjow, Gojo (let's just pretend he drinks okay), Geto, Ace, Toji, Worick, Sanemi, Obanai, Benimaru, Baji (most tokyo rev characters tbh lol) Tsukishima, Kuroo etc.

Doflamingo too if he's feeling petty.

[short-yandere-stories]

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CW: Yandere behavior, forced imprisonment, brief mentions of NSFW / Non/Con, threats of violence

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your own triggers.

Happy birthday Aizen! I couldn't help but write a short little thing I love him. The Rock Musical is living rent free in my head and has done so since I watched it. The "Smile, Orihime" scene was in it too and I almost fainted seeing that in front of me on stage.

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The warmth of the palms of his hands burned through the white silk of the gown you were wearing, placed possessively on your waist.

Aizen was lounging in his throne, you perched uncomfortably on his lap in just the way he liked to have you. There was just something about having your soft, warm body close that stroked his ego just right. It was as much of a display of his power and authority for both the Espada and you alike -- a show of ownership.

Any time Aizen summoned the Espada to a meeting, you would be dragged into his lap, spending the meeting trying not to squirm around as large hands held your waist or fingers traced patterns into your thigh. It was humiliating, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

Making a scene wasn’t an option anymore. You’d tried to protest the first few times the ruler of Las Noches had forced you to sit in his lap during meetings. He’d been amused, but not at all bothered. A few words whispered into your ear in his smooth, baritone voice had your body freezing as your heartbeat picked up in fear before you reluctantly fell quiet and stopped squirming.

You knew all too well that Aizen made good on his promises and threats. You didn’t want your remaining family to suffer at the hands of Hollows or any of the Espada, nor did you want to spend more nights than you absolutely had to folded into a mating press as fucked you until he was satisfied.

There was no escape from Las Noches, after all. You couldn’t open a portal, and even if you somehow managed to get one of the Espada to open one for you, there was nowhere in the world that you would be able to escape Aizen. All you could do was obey and try to minimise the damage done to yourself or the people you cared about. You were no fighter. You had no powers. There was nothing you could do but let him do as he pleased.

You could feel Aizen’s smile press against the sensitive skin of your neck, no doubt knowing exactly what was on your mind. There was no hiding anything from him. You’d long since stopped trying. 

“Feeling powerless, pet?” Aizen mused, ignoring Nnoitora making a jab at Harribel, trying to rile her up. 

You didn’t grace him with a response, rebelling in one of the only ways you could. He chuckled, chest rumbling in amusement pressed against your back.

“If anyone, you’re the person with the most power here.” You turned your neck, looking back at Aizen with confusion on your face. He merely smiled.

“You’re the only one who controls my heart.” 

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[soprawrites]

ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂ੈ✩‧₊˚ New Year's Temptation ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂ੈ✩‧₊˚

Shinji Hirako x reader

CW: MDNI, nsfw, smut, glove kink, fingering, edging, oral fingering, established relationship, fem! reader (shinji calls reader a good girl)

WC: 1,222

Notes: I kept seeing fan art of his New Year's outfit in Bleach Soul Puzzle and it has reignited the glove kink in me. So, of course, I had to write something even though we're half way through January now. If you've yet to see any of the fanart, I implore you to check them out! I'm not going to repost art, but here are a couple links to the fanart I had in mind while writing -> 1 and 2

You hadn’t expected your New Year’s to turn out like this. You were supposed to be enjoying all of the festivities that the Seireitei had to offer, spending quality time with Shinji and your friends. But here you are, a quivering and whimpering mess, all because of some gloves.

Those damn gloves.

You had finished getting ready to go out first, smoothing down the cloth on the long sleeves of your elegant furisode as you waited for Shinji to finish. When he had stepped out dressed in a colorful haori hakama set while pulling on some black silk gloves, you had paused, entranced with the way his lithe fingers flexed and stretched with the movement. When he caught you staring—because of course he had, ever perceptive as always—his face immediately split into a cocky grin. You knew that the second he gave you that look, you wouldn’t be going out anymore, you’re fate sealed.

He had sauntered over to you, whispering sweet nothings in a seductive voice, kissing you fervently and tempting you until eventually, he had his hands all over you, running up and down your body and touching your most sensitive parts to have you soaking wet for him.

You jolt, brought back to the present as one of his hands, still gloved, pumps into you and presses against a particular spot that has you trembling. You clutch onto the light green cloth of his haori to steady yourself as his other hand slides up your abdomen toward your chest, the smooth silk of the glove tickling your skin. He had pulled your obi free and opened your kimono, laying you bare to the cool air of your shared living space.

Shinji’s fingers brush against the spot again, a small yelp leaving your lips as you squeeze tight around him. He grins widely at your reaction as he keeps his pace, stretching your dripping pussy with his gloved fingers. You're tingling all over as he continues to prod at your g-spot, feeling your orgasm coming. All you need is a little more pressure, so you jerk your hips into him, hoping that he’ll understand what you want; you don’t want to give him the smug satisfaction of hearing you beg for it because you know you’ll never hear the end of it if you do.

His thumb grazes against your clit making you gasp from the pleasurable sensation as you reach closer to your high but instead of repeating the motion, Shinji simply pulls his hand away from you. Your eyebrows draw together as you bite your lip in frustration, your building release fading away from you.

“Hm? What’s that look for?” He’s smirking deviously. “Isn’t this what ya wanted?” He tugs on his gloves, making sure they’re snug before examining the slick damp spots on the hand that had just been knuckle-deep inside of you. It’s like he’s putting on a show for you, exaggerating the way he turns his slender hands this way and that to get a good look at the mess you had made of them.

His brown eyes level with yours, a playful glimmer in them as he smirks at the enthralled expression on your face; your eyes are half-lidded and dazed, lips parted as you pant slightly. “Am I wrong? Is this not what ya wanted?” You watch as he leans slightly further back from you, tilting his head in a questioning manner, his short silky hair falling with the movement as he teases you. Shinji cups the side of your face, running his thumb delicately over your bottom lip which was more plump than usual from all of the heated kissing you had done earlier. “Show me what ya want.” He whispers, voice dropping to take on an even more seductive tone.

Still immensely frustrated at the loss of pleasure and from his teasing antics, you decide to just listen to him, knowing that if you don’t he’ll edge you even more and you’re too worked up to want that at the moment. You had been so close to your release that you would do anything to get the feeling back.

You reach for his wrist and guide his hand back down to your slick folds, pushing your hips against him and urging him to continue. A pleased expression crosses his face, his sly smirk stretching wider. “Good girl.” You’re still so wet from his previous touch that his clothed fingers slide back into you easily. A combination of a delighted sigh and moan slips past your lips and he uses the opportunity to slide the thumb that had been prodding against your lip into your mouth.

Turned on, you wrap your lips around the digit, sucking as he presses gently against your tongue. He sucks in a sharp breath of air, eyes clouding over in a dazed lust as he lazily pumps his other hand in and out of you. “How naughty of ya…” his voice is shaky as his usual cunning demeanor starts to falter. He slides his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with his middle and forefinger and you repeat the same motion. The wet heat of your mouth soaks into the cloth on his fingers as you continue running your tongue along them, sucking. 

It seems like he’s had enough of the gloves, at least on one of his hands, as he pulls it away from your core quickly. He uses his teeth to pull off the now completely soaked piece of clothing off of his hand before promptly sliding his fingers back into you. He groans in a low voice, now able to feel your slick walls as they squeeze around him while his fingers fuck into you. Your arousal builds as he nudges against that one spot much like he did earlier when he was teasing you only now he doesn’t relent, repeatedly pushing against it.

The palm of his hand presses onto your clit firmly, grinding against it in time with his thrusting digits. With the added friction it only takes a few more strokes to push you over the edge. You cum, moaning around his fingers in your mouth and clenching tightly around his hand as he slowly pumps into you to draw out your release.

When he pulls away after a minute he examines his hand again, admiring your slick arousal that cotes his thin fingers before smirking at you mischievously. “Didn’t know ya had a glove kink, darlin’! Remind me to wear them more often!”

Your face heats up, embarrassed by the fact that he clocked your kink before you even had the chance to realize you had it. “No, I don’t!” He arches a thin eyebrow in disbelief, gesturing with his wet hand toward you for emphasis as you drip onto the end table he had pushed you onto earlier. “Don’t look at me like that! Ugh, you are so insufferable.” You huff with a pout, crossing your arms over your chest and looking off to the side.

“Ya know ya like it.” He snickers in amusement and there’s that shit-eating grin back on his face. You just sigh, unable to stop the smile that starts to form on your lips. He may be insufferable but that’s what you love about him after all.

[sluttsumu]

❝ HEADS OR TAILS ? ❞

ೃ࿐ feat. various chars (hq, bllk, bleach, jjk)

in which certain animanga men like to give or receive.

contains: 18+, oral sex (f! + m! receiving and giving), face fucking, face sitting, hair pulling, dacryphillia, degradation.

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: something small to start posting again!

𝜗𝜚 — givers: miya twins, iwaizumi hajime, rin itoshi, ichigo kurosaki, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, are you guys gonna kill me if i say todo

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he loves making a mess out of you when he eats you out. watching you squirm while he pulls you onto his face is his favourite past time.

he likes to keep it casual, like it’s nothing — meanwhile he knows how flustered it’s gets you watching him devour in between your legs while you tell him about your day at work.

“it’s so aggravating!” you whine grabbing hold of the headboard to steady yourself.

though it sounds like you’re talking to yourself, you’re really talking to the man whose face you’re currently sitting on.

“like seriously, fuck— why do i have to pick up h-his paperwork because he doesn’t want to do it!”

this was hard, like really hard — almost like his dick in his boxers hard. focusing on explaining while focusing on how good he’s making you feel, your head is getting even more fuzzy just thinking about it.

“—baby” you let out an airy laugh, “ ‘m gonna cum, can’t do this”

you can’t even register how fucking pretty you sound telling him this little story of yours. you were genuinely trying to get your point across but this little whining spree was just turning him on.

“mmm,” his lips vibrate against you. “maybe he likes you…” even through his mumbling you could hear him, he smirks - tracing circles using the tip of his tongue on your clit.

“b-babe! why would you even say that!” he replaced his tongue for his thumb, repeatedly rubbing your clit back and forth. he could see it, you’re so fucking close, the tears in your eyes meanwhile he’s playing with your pussy on his chest gave you away.

“because it’s hot princess, and you look so hot about to cum on my face.”

𝜗𝜚 — receivers: sae itoshi is obviously here, geto suguru, suna rintarō, shidou ryusei (duh), abarai renji (DUH), and hot take: nanami kento.

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he’s is rough face fucker, there’s no way to sugarcoat it. he doesn’t mean to be so rough all the time but he’s needy, and sooo desperate to cum down your throat.

he finds himself questioning himself when he dwells on the sight of you that he loves — which is you absolutely ruined. hair messy, tears streaming, mascara running, spit everywhere, with you, mouth wide slobbering on his cock. it’s quite kinky he finds, but he likes what he likes.

“naughty girl,” his voice shy above a whisper while he tugs at your hair. “you love this *huff* don’t you?”

you respond with something resembling a cry while his tip prods at your uvula.

it’s so lewd, the way your spit begins to pool at your knees while he grabs two fistfuls of that pretty hair of yours. he can’t help it, you feel too good, and as of lately you’ve had quite the mouth on you.

he finds it’s time to punish you for that.

his hips don’t falter, watching tears prod at your lash line — it only encourages him to keep going, given that he’s gonna cum at any minute.

“i know this is what you wanted—” he sighs, rearranging his grip.

he takes that meek muffle you emit around his girth as an answer, one he did not ask for.

“all that fucking mouth on you, think we’ve found a better use,” he chuckles, looking down on you as his hand facets itself to the back of your head, holding every inch of him down your throat. “dont’cha think?”

this will always be the ultimate stress relief for him and he wouldn’t have it any other way than releasing thick white ropes in your mouth at the end of a long day, week, or even month.

© SLUTTSUMU 2024

[satsugacafe]

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐔: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Jugram Haschwalth, Ishida Uryu, Aizen Sosuke

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello! If it isnt too much trouble could you do a soulmate au for jugram, uryu, and aizen(separately)? Thank you❤️

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I did not expect to write so much for this, but then again, I was deeply invested in this AU >.< I love these types of AUs. Round star dividers were from my dear friend @/edensrose

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: How each character meet or connect with you, their soulmate, through the unique bond you share.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☾ Jugram Haschwalth — Colourblind

He didn’t believe in soulmates. The idea of being bound and destined to a stranger was fickle, not when he had more pressing matters at hand, like tending to His Majesty. Giving himself to someone else and dedicating his life to be devoted was unheard of—there was only one person he was devoted to, and it belonged to the man who saved his life and gave him purpose. Not you. Not some random person who would enter his life in a sweeping moment and flip everything upside down.

And you did. When he saw the world in black and white, how else was he to perform his duties to the fullest? He needed you as his other half to be that addition to his bleak life—no matter how hard he refused to accept, he needed you.

There you were, standing atop a hill, overseeing the city below like a sentinel with a look on concentration on your face. One moment he staring at the muted tones of you, and the next, he was staring at the shade your hair flickered under the sun and the colour of your shocked eyes when they landed on him. He felt disoriented at the sudden sharpness of the world around him, especially you.

He knew it meant. Part of him wanted to reject, the other part wanted to keep you to himself, like some sacred treasure that gave him his sight back.

“Quincy, huh?” Came your first words to him. They weren’t filled with disgust or animosity like he expected, instead, interest—pure, genuine interest. “Would have never guess it.”

You were his soulmate. The person meant to complete him. The one thing he was supposed to cherish above all else. And you were a Shinigami.

His enemy.

His duty was to Yhwach had always bee absolute. The Quincies had waged war against the Shinigami for centuries, and now fate had bound him to you—tied his very sigh, his very world, to your existence. It was cruel. And yet…

He did not want to let you go. That realisation sent a sharp pang through his chest. His hand twitched at his side, fingers aching to reach for you despite himself. He opened his mouth to speak, shut it, then opened it again, hand curling around the hilt of his sword as if waiting for the inevitable. “You do not appear displeased?”

You scoffed at his hesitation. “You could have been an Espada—didn’t matter. You’re my soulmate, clear as daylight, no pun intended.” Strolling down the hill to stand a few feet away from him, you folded your arms. “And I’ve been waiting a damn long time for you to give me my sight.”

He felt himself smiling, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. Your words clearly struck a cord of similarity within. Slackening his hand on his sword, he let it fall at his side, his fingers twitching at the lack of holding something. “Now that it has returned, what do you want?”

You blinked, brows lifting at his directness. A beat passed, then—

“Wow,” you exhaled, shaking your head. “You really aren’t the romantic type, huh?”

He stiffened slightly. “I don’t see how—”

“Not even a ‘where have you been all my life’ or a ‘you’re my missing half’?” you cut in with a teasing grin. “No sweeping me off my feet? No dramatic declaration of undying love? Nothing? Damn…”

“This is not a game,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

“Never said it was,” You tilted your head, studying him with an intensity that sent a shiver through him. Then, after a pause, you exhaled in defeat. “But if you’re the brooding type—the whole ‘my duty comes first, I can’t have a soulmate’ thing—then just say so.”

His fingers curled into fist. Yous saw right through him.

Your gaze searched his, patient, waiting. But Jugram had no answer to give. He didn’t know what he wanted. You were an impossibility, something he should reject, something he should let go.

And yet—

You took his silence for your answer and slumped your shoulders with an almost saddened look in your eyes. “Got it,” you murmured and slowly turned on your heel to depart. “I’ll, uh—I’ll take my leave then. No hard feelings.”

But something twisted violently in him. His hand shot out before he could stop himself, fingers curling around your wrist. The warmth of your skin against his was nearly scorching. His heartbeat roared in his ears, his thoughts a chaotic mess. He shouldn’t be doing this. He should let you go. But he couldn’t.

“…Don’t go,” he whispered with a mix of a command and plea. “I…”

You smiled at him, reassuring and understanding. You saw the internal conflict. Lifting your free hand to brush lightly over the back of his where he still held your wrist, he tightened his hold, not wanting to let go.

“Why don’t we start off simple if you’re unsure, then?” you suggested and turned to face him, chest to chest. “A name wouldn’t hurt anyone. I’m Y’N.”

His hold on your wrist tightened as he took an unconscious step forward, closing the gap. Before he could stop himself, his lips parted to respond to your simple call—a response that would spiral him into your world. “…Jugram.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jugram. I’ve been waiting for you for quite a while.”

He gulped, feeling his heart fluttering erratically, because deep down, so was he.

☾ Ishida Uryu — Shared Pain & Skin-writing

Uryu winched, his fingers tightening around the book he had been reading, the sudden sharp sting in his knee jolting him from his thoughts. It was a familiar pain, one he had felt countless times before, but this time, after months of silence, it struck him like an accusation.

You had done that on purpose.

For the past three months, he had managed to push down the instinct to reach for you. To pick up a pen and scrawl something against his skin just to see you answer. He had been trying—struggling—to keep his distance. Not because he wanted to, but because his world had become more dangerous than ever. He had been thrown into the midst of something you had no right to be involved in, something he didn’t want to lose you to. And yet, even after all this time, you still wanted to talk to him. Still reached for him, even when he had made no effort to reach back.

His hand twitched toward the pen on his desk. He hesitated for only a second before reaching for it, his movements hesitant, as if testing whether he had the right to do this after so long. Then, pressing the cool tip to his forearm, he finally let himself write:

What do you want?

Seconds passed, then, before the could second-guess himself, the ink began to fade, the letters disappearing as your skin absorbed the message. Then, just as quickly, a reply followed with familiar, messy strokes that made his chest ache with something he wasn’t ready to name.

Oh, so now you answer.

His lips twitched. He practically heard your irritated voice, your frustration that barely concealed the relied underneath. You weren’t really angry, just hurt that he had ignored you.

You stopped writing first, he countered. It wasn’t entirely true, but he couldn’t admit to his reasons yet.

There was a pregnant pause before letters appeared on his skin again. Three months Uryu. Three! I thought you died or something.

His fingers tightened around the pen. You weren’t far off. A part of him had died in these past months. The moment he had stepped into Yhwach’s world, everything had changed. But you didn’t know that. You didn’t know what he had become. What he had chosen.

He took a deep breath, forcing the thought away and allowed his pen to move. Responding with something safer, not yet a confession.

I’m fine.

A pause and then.

Bullshit.

You were perceptive—always had been, even without knowledge of his world.

I mean, he wrote. I’ve been…busy.

Then came another pause. An even longer one. Long enough that he almost wondered if you had decided to stop replying. Then, finally—

Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or keep lying to me?

His grip on his pen tightened before he tossed himself onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. What could he possibly tell you? He really wanted to pout everything out, explaining his silence, but he would hate himself for burdening you with his troubles. This was his choice, and he wasn’t going to drag you into this.

With his hesitation, you took his silence as an answer and scribbled on your hand once more as words appeared on his skin.

I miss talking to you.

You missed talking to him. His heart clenched and felt caught in his throat the longer he stared at the message. After everything, you still missed him, after the silence you still—

Me too, he replied. The first honest response for the night.

Good. Now explain why you’re ignoring your soulmate.

Soulmate. The words weren’t foreign to him, and it make his pulse hammer each time you used it. He still remembered when he fought the idea at first. Rejecting it outright, the concept itself had felt too irrational, too binding, too…dangerous. But over time, he had stopped fighting it because despite everything, there was something undeniably…comforting about the connection you shared.

…It wasn’t personal, he scribbled slowly.

But your response was immediate.

Then why?

He clenched his jaw. You weren’t going to let this go.

Because my life is complicated.

So is mine, smarty pants. But that didn’t stop me from talking to you.

You had a point, but it wasn’t the same. You didn’t understand what he was caught in, what he had been forced to do. If you knew—if you even had an inkling of what he had become—you wouldn’t be writing to him like this.

I didn’t want to drag you into my mess.

Boo hoo, that’s not you’re choice to make, buddy.

You were right, but it didn’t change anything.

He pressed the pen against his skin again, but before he could write, more words appeared.

Uryu, please…I don’t need to know everything. I just…don’t disappear again. Don’t leave me, please.

For a fraction of a second, his heart stopped. His fingers curled around the pen, gripping it like a lifeline.

I won’t.

Okay. He could tell that your reply was softer this time.

Silence stretched between you after that, neither of you writing anything for a long moment, but for once, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It wasn’t heavy with unspoke words or the weight of his choices.

It just was.

Can’t sleep? He wrote on impulse without thinking them through.

I could ask you the same thing.

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Then we’re even.

We could play a game. Like old times.

His fingers hovered over his skin, as he fought to enjoy this moment, not knowing what tomorrow would bring.

Alright, just like old times.

☾ Aizen Sosuke — Red String

The red string of fate had always been a concept that Aizen found…amusing. It was whispered about in the hushed concerns of Seireitei, a myth spoken of in quiet reverence by those who still believed in destiny. Even among Shinigami, the idea of an unbreakable connection binding two souls together was seen as little more than an old wives’ tale. And yet, here he was, following the near-invisible thread tied around his finger through the streets of Rukongai.

Curiosity had stirred within him, an unfamiliar sensation tugging at the edges of his m ind. It was not often that something escaped his notice, and yet, here was proof of something he had overlooked, was not according to his plan—his own soulmate. The notion should have been laughable. He was a Captain of the Gotei 13, a man who had long since abandoned the confines of simple belief in fate. And yet, the strong remained, unyielding, leading him to an unknown destination.

As he stepped past the worn dirt paths and into the bustling districts, the scent of sake and cooked food mingled with the crisp evening air. lanterns flickered in warm hues, casting long shadows against wooden buildings. The sound of laughter and conversation drifted through the streets as citizens lost themselves in the ordinary pleasures of their lives. Yet Aizen’s gaze remained fixated on the red string, watching as it wove through the crows with ease, guiding him forward to a tavern.

The moment he entered, the tavern was filled with workers and travellers, all too occupied with their own affairs to pay attention to the newcomer. His gaze flickered across the room, scanning faces with an unreadable expression, until—

There you were.

There was nothing remarkable about you in the way that nobles or warriors were deemed. You were not adorned in fine silks, nor did you carry the weight of power upon your shoulders. And yet, Aizen found himself unable to look away.

“Welcome,” you greeted as you approached, noticing that he was standing without a seat. “Would you like something to drink, eat or a seat?”

For a moment, he did not answer, merely observing, taking in the way your eyes flickered with warmth, the way you stood with a quiet confidence despite the bustling atmosphere. Then, he smiled. “Jasmine tea. Warm.” When you nodded and turned away to prepare his order, he found a sit at the counter.

He had expected something…different. A noble, perhaps a fellow Shinigami. Someone who already resided within his world, who shared the burdens and ambitions that came with it. Instead, he found you—simple soul, untouched by the ridge structures of Seireiei, existing within a life entirely separate from his own. And yet, the string did not waver.

When you returned, setting the small ceramic cup before him, he tilted his head slightly. “I haven’t seen you before,” he remarked.

You blinked, clearly caught off guard by the statement. “Oh? Are you a regular?”

“No quite,” he admitted, fingers grazing the rim of his cup. “I don’t frequent the Rukongai often. But even so, I feel as though I would have remembered someone like you.”

A small chuckle escaped you as you leaned against the counter, setting your tray aside. “You say that like I’m someone important.”

Aizen took a slow sip of his tea, savouring the warmth before placing his cup down. His eyes never left yours once. “Perhaps. Importance is a matter of perspective.”

You frowned at his words, as if trying to decipher the meaning behind them. There was something about him—unsettlingly enigmatic. His presence was commanding yet effortless, his gaze holding an intensity that made your skin prickle. He was unlike anyone you had met before, and yet, you had no reason to fear him.

“Are you a noble?” you asked, unable to suppress your curiosity, while taking in his simple garb. “Or maybe a merchant? You don’t seem like the kind to wander these parts without reason.”

His lips curled slightly at your statement. “No, nothing of the sort.”

“Then what do you do?”

“If I told you, it might change the way you see me.” He titled his head, watching you with a soft delight.

You huffed a small laugh, leaning away from the counter and placing a hand on your waist. “That sounds awfully suspicious.”

“Does it?”

“A little,” you admitted. “But I guess it doesn’t matter. You’re here now, and you seem…strange from most people who pass through.”

To Aizen’s astonishment, he found himself engaging—not manipulating, not strategising, but in something startlingly genuine. You did not know who he was. You had no need to fear him, no reason to treat him with the deference he had grown accustomed to in Seireitei. You spoke to him as an equal, unburdened by knowledge of his power or rank.

And perhaps that was why despite the sheer improbability of it all, he found himself drawn to you. 

At some point, you paused, turning toward him with a contemplative look. “You never told me you name.”

For a moment, he considered lying—giving you an alias, keeping a distance between the truth and the delicate illusion of this night. But then, he met your gaze and spoke.

“Aizen Sosuke.”

The name meant nothing to you. There was no flicker of recognition, no shift in demeanour. You simply smiled.

“Well, Aizen,” you warmly spoke, “it was nice talking to you. You should come by again sometime.”

He stared at you, his mind lingering on the invisible thread that connected you both. A thread that had led him here, to a moment that should not have existed in the grand scheme of his plans. And despite himself—despite everything—he found himself returning a smile.

“Perhaps I will.”

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[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Hello! I was wondering, if you'd like, could you write a hc for Toshiro, Shinji and Shunsui (and if you'd like to add any other characters), dealing with a fem!reader who just won't confess her love, even though it's very obvious? It can be fluff or smut, whatever you prefer. I would love to see what you come up with! Thank you very much in advance! 💗

Bleach Men and Shy Reader

Hello! Sorry it took me a while to get to this! I'm always struggling to keep characterization accurate which is why this took forever. I love this request btw. So I just didn't get a HC feel for this because I felt like half the fun was in the dialogue of getting reader to confess. So I wrote scenarios instead. Hope you don't mind! ^_^' All fluff, slightly suggestive at places but mostly harmless.

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Toshiro (aged up)

"Y/n, I think we're good. We got all the information we need."

Toshiro runs a hand through his hair, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he takes in their surroundings one last time. Their surveying mission had gone well and he was hoping to get back to Soul Society before the sun sets.

"Y/n...?"

He looks around, then his face turns into a look of exasperation as he sees you petting Hyorinmaru like a puppy. Even Hyorinamru seemed to be enjoying the attention, eyes closed, making a loud rumbling noise which he supposed could be comparable to a cat purring.

You were some distance away so he starts to walk over to you as you press your forehead against the large ice dragon's face. It was perplexing why Hyorinmaru behaved the way he did around you, but of course, zanpakuto were mainifestations of their owners. Hitsugaya's face relaxed slighty and took on a softer expression as you continued to play with Hyorinmaru. He was also uncomfortably aware of the way his heart beat a little faster when you were around. Perhaps that's why his zanpakuto behaved similarly.

You were cooing at the large blue dragon. "You're such a good boy. The best ice dwagon...yes..."

You press a kiss to Hyorinmaru's face. Softly, you then say, "I wonder if Hitsugaya taicho feels it when I kiss you..."

Hitsugaya freezes, wondering if he should say something. He didn't feel it, but wouldn't it be wondrous if he could?

"Y/n," he calls out, making you jump. Your face turns red, and you quickly try to compose yourself.

"Hitsugaya taicho! I apologize, I didn't hear you. Are we done with our mission?"

"Yes...I believe we are." He hesitates before saying, "What were you telling Hyorinmaru before?"

You feel your heart racing and try to brush off his question. "It's nothing! I was just being silly. He's a very sweet dragon."

"Yes, I suppose he can be..."

A moment of awkward silence passes between you both before you say, "We'd better get back to Soul Society huh?" Trying to pass over your awkward exchange, you slip past Hitsugaya and start walking back. Hyorinmaru vanishes a minute later as Hitsugaya follows you.

After a few minutes, Hitsugaya quietly says, "I can't feel it."

Your heart skips a beat. Surely you must have heard wrong. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I can't feel it when you kiss Hyorinmaru."

A jolt of electricty runs through you. Had he heard that?! "Oh, well good. That would have been weird."

"Yeah I guess so...but...would it be a bad thing?"

"Would what be a bad thing?"

"If I could feel it."

You feel like your heart may leap out of your chest. A nervous laugh bubbles out of you. "Well you can't so...I guess we'll never know!"

"I mean you could just tell me."

Your words catch in your throat. When you talk again, they come out shaky. "Tell you what?"

"If it's good or bad."

A very palpable, tense, moment lingers between both of you. All that can be heard is the rustling of your robes and your footsteps as the both of you continue to walk.

"I guess...it wouldn't be...too bad, right?" You offer.

"No, I don't think it would be." Hitsugaya looks directly at you. "Those words weren't meant for Hyorinmaru to hear excusively were they?"

You look away. "Well I wasn't saying it out loud intentionally if that's what you mean."

"What's the worst that could've happened? If you had said those words to me?"

"You may have gotten the wrong impression of me..."

"Wrong impression? So you don't like me?"

Well you had kind stepped right into that question. "I...I..."

Why was it so hard to admit your feelings? Your eyes squeeze shut.

"Hey, y/n. It's ok." Hitsugaya pats your shoulder reassuringly. "How about this? I'll bring out Hyorinmaru. You can tell him whatever you want. If that makes it easier."

You look at him with gratitude in your eyes. You knew you weren't getting out of this one until Hitsugaya had a satisfactory answer.

With a small swish of reiatsu, Hyorinmaru appears in front of you. You look into the striking blue eyes of the dragon, so similar to its owner, and take its face between your hands.

"Hey Hyorinmaru," you say softly. "So, I just wanted to say. I think I like someone, and he knows it. But...I'm scared to admit my feelings because...deep down...I feel like he's worthy of someone more talented and special. So if you have an answer to this, please let me know."

Warm hands wrap around your waist and to your surprise, Hitsugaya pulls you against him, resting his cheek on the back of your head.

"Is this enough for an answer?"

You take a deep breath, cheeks pink as a peach.

"Yeah. More than enough."

Shinji

You and Shinji trudged back to his quarters after a particularly tiring mission. It wasn't uncommon for you recuperate in his quarters because his place was simply the closest to the gate when getting back into the Seiretei. And after a long gruelling mission, questions about appropriateness get tossed out the window.

Your muscles ache and you feel your reiatsu pulse as you force yourself to walk. The comforting feeling of the courtyards near Shinji's quarters fill your senses.

"Not too far along now y/n. You can shower first this time."

You look at Shinji side eyed, remembering how the last time he'd hidden the soap when you had made a dash to the bathroom to shower first.

Clearly he was remembering it too because he smirks at you and says, "How about next time, you bring your own soap, you freeloader?"

"I'm a rookie shinigami, taicho. I hardly make enough to afford luxuries like soap." You respond sarcastically.

"You just wanna use mine because you like the way I smell. Admit it. You get off on having my scent on your skin." Shinji says teasingly, giving you a shit-eating grin.

The color rises in your face and you look away. It was true but you couldn't admit that. Instead you say, "As if. Like I enjoy smelling like your cheap deodarant."

"And how would you know my deodarant smells cheap? Have you been going through my toiletries y/n? Like some kind of pervert?" Shinji nudges you playfully.

"Why I might have to start hiding my boxers, in case I find you in my room sniffing around at night."

"Eeewww," you say, wrinkling your nose. You start to walk faster so that you're ahead of him, not wanting him to see how fantastically red your face is getting.

Chuckling, Shinji sprints after you, grabbing the back of your shihakusho, and bringing you to his side, arm draping possessively around your shoulders so that you can't move.

"Taicho," you say through gritted teeth. "What would happen if someone sees us this way? It's very unbecoming of a captain."

"Strange, I don't seem to recall you saying that whenever you crash at my place after a mission." Shinji stops walking and turns so that he's facing you, blocking your way, a hand on each of your shoulders.

You can't look at him now, and drop your gaze. "That's...different. I sleep in your spare bedroom. We both know that and would say the same. But this kind of behavior...out here in the open...someone might mistake us..."

"Mistake us how exactly?" Shinji presses, not relenting at the fact that you're barely able to keep your head up now. "Mistake us as...lovers?"

He drawls the last word and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart races and you can't seem to think of a comeback. He was so close to you and his hands were holding on tight.

"N-no," you stammer, trying to keep calm.

"No? What else could they mistake us for that's gotten you so red?" Shinji takes a step closer to you and grasps your chin, lifting you face up to look at his. Helpless, you look into his brown eyes which are looking at yours with amusement.

When you fail to reply, he continues. "There's plenty of reasons they could mistake us for lovers, y/n. I mean, we cuddle on the couch."

"That's because-"

"We've eaten together so many times I've lost count." He barrels over your objection. "Your toothbrush is in a cup on my bathroom counter. Do I need to keep giving you more examples about how unconventional our relationship is? It definitely isn't a captain-subordinate one anymore."

Caught, you try to jerk your face out of his grip which only tightens. "Well, doll? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're living with me, but you seem to be trying to convince yourself otherwise."

"I-that's-" you sputter, trying to retort. "How about the fact that we don't feel that way about each other? Doesn't that count for anything?" you say desperately, hoping for a final chance to keep your heart from getting hurt.

Shinji's expression changes from amusement to thoughfulness. "Don't feel that way about each other...hmm...so...why am I teasing you this way? Why do I allow you to cuddle up to me when we're watching TV? Why am I here, forcing you to look at me, and making my intentions known if I don't feel that way about you?"

Your heart skips a beat and you quit struggling. He couldn't possibly...?

"And why are you blushing so much when I say all this? Why haven't you stopped looking at my lips this whole time?" His voice becomes a soft timbre and his hands drop from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Why are you so resistant to what you're feeling towards me?"

Your chest swells with emotion as his words wash over you. For the longest time, you'd hidden your feelings, hoping he wouldn't notice. Because how embarrssing and cliche? A subordinate falling for her captain?

"I...may...like you as more...than my captain..." You admit grudgingly.

"There we go. Now was that so hard?" Shinji rests his thumbs on your cheeks, stroking gently. "For the record, I'm not playing around. I'm serious."

You peek up at him. "Promise?"

"Well...I'm not a fan of making promises I can't keep- OUCH!" Shinji lets out a yelp of pain as you shove him hard in the ribs before scurrying off towards his quarters.

Humbled, he quickly chases after you. "Y/n! I am dead serious! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"

When he hears you laughing, his eyes narrow.

"Very well then doll...I suppose I'll have to torture the confession out of you while hiding the soap again...maybe this time after you've gotten in the shower..."

Shunsui

Your eyes roam over the voluptous shinigami talking to Shunsui. He certainly seems to have a type. You sigh and try to focus on your own work. Being an aide to Shunsui has been insightful in terms of getting experience but also an eye-opening period where you would see how many women seem to sidle up to him for attention.

Shunsui chuckles at the woman before she saunters out, hips swaying. He fixes his hat and stretches, the neck of his shihakusho slipping down to reveal his toned pecs.

Such a slut you think to yourself as you try to finish your paperwork. Although, truth be told, you weren't sure if that was entirely true. Women went up to him all the time, sure. How many of those women made it back to his quarters was another question entirely. Not as many as people thought, according to Nanao.

Shunsui glances over at you, a cheeky smile widening over his face. "Enjoying the view?" he teases, as you suddenly flush, realizing you'd been staring shamelessly at his chest for the past minute.

"N-no," you stammer. "Just wondering how brazen you must be to have your shihakusho practically untied while in the office."

"Not as brazen as my subordinate who's been visually feeling me up," he shoots back with a wink.

You quickly look back to your paperwork. Was it your fault he was an attractive looking man for his age? You heart thuds in your chest and you take a deep breath to calm down. This does not go unnoticed by Kyoraku who puts his face on his palm, leaning on his desk looking at you.

"Let's get a drink tonight."

Surely you misheard him. "...What?"

"I know you heard me y/n." He chuckles, a rich, low, rumble emanating from his throat. "And based on what I've seen, I think you've imagined more than having a drink with me."

Your throat goes dry. "You got that...from a one-off look?" Your words come out like a croak.

"Well darling, you've been making eyes at me all evening. Thought I'd save you the trouble." He gets up from the desk and wanders over towards you.

Your brain goes into panic mode. "I-I can't. Busy today."

"Ah hm...I see." Shunsui says in that lazy way, getting closer to you. "Busy. So very busy. Tell me. What plans do you have tonight that you're too busy to get a drink with your captain?"

Your mind blanks out at his question. Seeing the look of disarray on your face, Shunsui offers you a sympathetic pat. "I can give you a minute if you need to come up with an excuse. Maybe pretend to watch the birds outside?"

Your cheeks burn at his suggestion. "Unnecessary. Clearly I don't have one. Apart from I don't want to."

"Now why's that? I like you, and you seem to return the feeling. I've been around long enough to know when a woman is interested in me. So what's the problem?"

"I'm your subordinate. And with your reputation I don't wish to be another statistic in your book."

"Statistic?" Shunsui looks at you with sharp eyes. "Darling, how many women do you think I've been with?"

"I don't know. 2000 years is a long time."

He looks stunned at your words then sighs deeply. "I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not thinking of making you a 'statistic'. I actually like you."

Your heart races. "Say that again."

"I like you. I'm not too proud to hide how I feel. Now how about you stop insulting me and admit you like me too?"

You take a deep breath. "I'll have a drink with you."

"Well that's a start I suppose."

"And tie up your damn shihakusho."

"And miss the chance to have you stare at me all night?" Shunsui's eyes glitter with mischief. "I think not."

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Grimmjow getting jealous of his s/o gushing over cute cats?

“Who’s a pretty kitty? Are you? Yes you are!”

Grimmjow growled under his breath. Watching [Y/N] pet some stray that had walked up to them and scratching behind the cats ears. Their loud purring and [Y/N]’s incessant cooing at them was getting annoying.

“Can we go? I’m tired of standing around out here.”

[Y/N] gave a quick ‘oh, sure’ and stood up. The two of them moved to leave and just as they got a few paces ahead, the cat was following them. “Awww! Look Grimm! He’s trying to follow us home.”

“This is why you shouldn’t pet strays.” He grumbled.

“But he was just so cute! Do you think he’ll really follow us the whole way home?”

Grimmjow growled again, then turned around a hissed loudly at the cat. The feline instantly shuttered and took off with it’s tail between his legs. “What was that for??”

“I don’t want it following us home.” He told them. Grabbing their hand and pulling them along.

[Y/N] frowned and tried to wrench their hand away. But, no luck. His grip was too strong. “That was still really mean Grimm. There’s no reason for you to scare the poor thing like that. He’s probably traumatized.”

The Arrancar scoffed. “Please. He’s a wild animal. He’ll be fine.”

“He’s a stray cat. Not a jaguar.”

“Which you already have at home.”

[Y/N] stopped all of a sudden. Acting as an anchor to their walk and stopping Grimmjow as well. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous of a little cat.”

He looked shocked before he quickly frowned. “No! Don’t be stupid! I just don’t want all those fleas around the house. I don’t want to get contaminated just because you keep picking up strays.”

He pulled them along again, and this time [Y/N] followed. After a moment they told him, “if you want me to pet you when I get home I can.”

“I’m not jealous!” He snapped at them. But, after a moment as well, he told them, “if you wash your hands first….”

[truelotus]

Won’t Bite ᢉ𐭩 Sosuke Aizen X reader

𓂃۶ৎ request from: @purplekittyfox

𓂃۶ৎ context: Aizen experiments with new spells while finishing his time in Muken, only to end up in what he thinks is the world of the living. But it is another dimension, he realizes that he’s invisible. Then he sees, himself? Along with you, his wife in this dimension.

𓂃۶ৎ warnings: Slight nsfw! Female! Reader,stalking, groping, making out and possessiveness

a/n: I saw this request and I was so excited to write about it! I had so much fun with it so tysm <3 what an amazing idea

The cold air in Muken had become familiar with Aizen by now. Years he’s spent in solitude now, but just because he was in this place, it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be scheming for something big.

He worked on a new kido spell, a spell that could possibly get him out of here. It’s not like he despises Muken prison, but who in their right mind would want to spend 20,000 years in here? Exactly, nobody.

The new kido spell aizen was working on, was dangerous. It needed to be done with caution, but he’s Sosuke Aizen.. danger means nothing to him.. it is merely an obstacle for him.

Underneath his breath, he began the incantation. Then, the ground began to rumble and suddenly a void appeared in front of him, he could sense the strange energy filling it.

Aizen narrowed his eyes, unsure on what he actually just did. Then suddenly the void stretched out, he was unable to move out of the way due to him being restrained. Then snap, the world warped around him.

“What is this..” He muttered under his breath, confused on what was happening around him. Everything happened so suddenly, he then realized he was no longer in Muken.

Confusion flickered through his mind, he glanced around this strange dimension, it wasn’t Hueco Mundo or the Soul Society.. he was somewhere else entirely different.

Aizen raised his hand, only to find that he was transparent?

Aizen had no shadow, and everyone around him passed right through him. It was like he didn’t exist in this world, or had a place in it.

He then began to walk around this new dimension, glancing everything carefully. Unsure on what to do or how to get back to the soul society.

He found it odd that nobody could see him or even feel him, he’d stop when he noticed that someone was about to bump into him, only for them to go right through him.

He walked down the streets, looking at the shops. He then came across this coffee shop that caught his interest, he stopped right in front of the window of it, looking around through the window. That’s when he noticed someone that looked very.. familiar.

His brow furrowed in disbelief, lips now slightly parted from each other.

He was watching himself.

What on earth was going on.

This version of himself seemed to not notice Aizen either, he looked careless, happy, satisfied and at peace.

Aizen continued to watch this version of himself through the window. But then he noticed that he was holding the hand of someone.. someone also familiar. His hand was on top of hers, holding onto it dearly.

It was you.

His heart skipped a beat once he laid his eyes on you, his chest tightened.

“Aizen..? Why would you..” He looked down at you as he rose up, it was the day he betrayed the soul society, leaving it behind, along with you.

He was just about to go through the door but then remembered he could just pass right through it.. so he did.

He walked over to the table you two were at, he carefully observed you, looking at you up and down. Nobody could ever see but there was a bit of lust in his eyes when he was eyeing you down.

Aizen brought his transparent hand up, wanting to crease your face but it just went through. He pretended he was creasing it though.

Suddenly you felt shivers go down your spine, “Gosh, I just got the chills right now.” You shook your head and retreated your hand back. Now feeling uncomfortable from that sensation.

Aizen widened his eyes by your reaction, you noticed him. You’ve always been special.. and you were still something special in this dimension. He’s literally walked through people and none of them announced any weird sensation they felt—because none of them did—

But now that he did it with you, and you actually felt something.

“Are you okay? Shall we go back home?” Your husband asked with concern in his voice and worry in his eyes. You were truly grateful for having such a wonderful husband..

Aizen shot the other version of him a glare, why was he so at peace with you. And why were you so at peace with him too?

“No I’m okay dear! Don’t worry about me.” You then placed your hand back to the table, now your hand topped over your husbands.

That’s when the real Aizen noticed what was on your finger, a bright diamond ring.

Were you.. his actually his wife?

“If you say so. But anyways, tell me how your day went.” Your eyes lit up with sparkles, your husband never failed to make you feel seen and heard.

“Ah! It was amazing. I got this new book from the bookstore. I even picked you up a copy, I thought you might like it too.” Aizen watched your every movement, the way you excitingly turned to your side and reached to your bag to grab the book. Then placing it onto the table and pushing it towards your husband.

Aizen left your side and went to the second Aizen’s side to see the book.

He hummed once reading the title, it definitely sounded interesting. Then as your husband turned the book over to the back, Aizen read the back cover of it. It sounded very interesting.. if he could, he would have taken the book to read.

“I’ll for sure give this a go, I’m glad to have a wife that knows exactly what I like.” Your husband said as he took your hand, placing a small and gentle kiss upon it.

“You’re too much Sosuke.”

Wife.

So you really are Aizen’s wife in this dimension.

Aizen set his gaze on you once more, observing your looks.

You looked just as beautiful as before, maybe even more in this dimension. Could it be because you were finally at peace? Having the life you actually wanted?

He noticed that your smile was much more brighter in this dimension, it had more love in it than ever before.

Aizen really shouldn’t be watching you like this.

But he couldn’t help it.

Aizen followed you everywhere you went and saw how you interacted with others. He’d be hiding himself right now but there was no point in doing so.. you know. Since nobody can see them or even touch him.

He was even possessive over you in this dimension.

Every now and then you’d feel like something was hovering over you, something tall? But you chose to ignore it.

It’s been a couple of hours since he’s been in this dimension but he found himself to be so interested in you already. He has never took interest in anything so.. quickly before. So that only made him even more curious about you.

“What is this feeling..” You clutched your hand to your chest, wanting to get this uneasy feeling away from you. You’ve been feeling this way ever since you were at the coffee shop with your husband, was something in your drink or what?

You entered into your shared room, lying down on your king sized bed, letting yourself sink into the comfort of the bed.

Aizen carefully watched over you, looking at you in distress made him.. smile.

He knows he’s stalking you right now. But who cares he thought, who’s here to stop him? Nobody. It’s not like he’s doing anything wrong.. Right?

Aizen’s thoughts were interrupted once he heard the door opening behind him, revealing the other version of himself. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at himself.

“Something the matter dear?” Aizen watched this version of himself crawl onto the bed, taking the empty spot next to you. It was annoying how casual this “Aizen” was with you. This version of him was just a false version of him. And he was not about to let this version of himself take his place.

It doesn’t matter if this is your husband, your true husband was right there.. just.. invisible.

He was going to find a way to break through, to take the spot of your husband.

You’re his, and always will be. He won’t let anyone or anything take you away from him, not even this man that is just another version of him.

No matter what dimension, he will not let anyone take away what belongs to him.

Aizen continued to watch you and your husband, holding each other’s bodies close in bed. He could feel himself getting annoyed by how your husband was touching you. Even though he looked exactly like Aizen, it bothered him because it wasn’t actually him touching you like that.

“Oh I’m okay, don’t worry.” You scooted yourself closer to your husband, snuggling your head up to his chest.

“Mm, okay then.” You could feel your husband’s hands slowly moving closer to your bottom.

Aizen watched this version of himself feel your body up, hands lingering longer on your bottom. This was definitely him, just in another world. But still, he could feel the anger inside him bubbling up.

“We haven’t been this close in a while, darling. So even in this world he gives you the nickname of darling.

“How about we take advantage of this moment then?” In a swift movement, your husband flipped you over, making you lay on top of him. Your bottom close to crotch.

“Impatient are we?”

“Oh don’t act like you don’t like it.”

Your husband’s hand continued to stay on your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. You lowered yourself, your chest squishing onto his. Then finally you closed the small gap between you two.

Your husband bit down the bottom of your lip, signaling you to open your mouth for him and you did. You could feel his tongue slip inside of your mouth. His hands continued to feel you up as you two continued to lock lips. Then giving it a slight smack.

The real Aizen, was watching this happen right before his eyes. He wanted to stop you, but how could he?

“You’re really going to let this happen?” His voice was stern, furious and a bit of betrayal in his tone.

Suddenly you shot your head up, breaking the kiss. You swore that you heard something? It was faint, but the voice sounded extremely close, like if it was right over your shoulder.

“Did you hear that?”

“Come on, I know you can hear me better now. Get away from this man.. This is not the man you think you love.”

You got off of your husband then rolled off the bed, looking around and listening carefully for anything else. “Are you messing with me dear?” you said, turning to your husband, hoping that it was just him playing around with you.

Your husband raised an eyebrow, a bit of annoyance was shown on his face, annoyed that you stopped suddenly.

“I’m not doing anything, come back to bed.”

“If you go back to that bed I’ll have to get rid of this husband of yours.”

You froze, unsure on what to do but you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom.

Aizen followed along calmly, entertained by you.

You stopped right in front of the mirror, splashing water on your face, then you looked up. Looking hard at your reflection, why were you suddenly acting so weird today you thought.

“Come on, I know you can hear me, Darling.”

That’s when you noticed something in the corner of the mirror, you were far too frightened to even actually turn your gaze to it through the mirror.

Somehow, Aizen was making himself visible? Was it because he kept pushing you? He kept talking to you? Making his presence known to you?

Maybe if he just pushed a little more..

“Look at me.”

And for some odd reason, you decided to look at the figure in the mirror, it was barely visible but you could still see them.

But once your eyes really focused on them, your eyes widened, your mouth went dry and you felt a sharp hurting in your head. You quickly raised your head up to your head, hoping it’d stop.

“Finally, I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to notice me. But I knew that it wouldn’t take long.”

Aizen looked down, looking at how his transparent body turned completely visible. Then he looked back up to your horrified reaction.

“Who.. Who are you?”

“Don’t you recognize me? How sad.”

“Of course I do! You look exactly like..”

“Your husband? Yes I’m well aware. But that man is not your husband.. Your husband is standing right in front of you.” Aizen stepped closer to you, placing his hand on your chin, forcing you to look up to him, to look deep into his eyes.

“No.. You are not my husband..” Aizen’s eyes narrowed at you, he sighed before giving you a response.

“But I am.”

You slapped his hand away and pushed him off of you, you ran out the bathroom and ran back to your room, hoping you’d find your beloved husband there sitting on the bed, waiting for you to come back.

But when you busted into your room, he was gone.

Where did he go?

You quickly ran out of your room, you ran around your home—searching for your beloved husband. You realized that he was really gone, where could he have gone? You grabbed your phone and tried to see his location, but his contact was no longer on your phone. It was like he erased himself completely from your life? But how? So fast.

Then you heard footsteps coming down the hall, you turned your head and saw Aizen walking down, with a smug smirk on his face.

“What did you do to my husband?”

“I keep telling you.. that man wasn’t your husband. I am..”

“Stop!”

“But if you must know.. I honestly have no idea what happened to that phony. Perhaps he’s gone because I’ve made myself visible.”

It was confusing really.. Out of nowhere Aizen appears but then the other one disappears?

“I’m so.. confused.”

You could feel yourself getting lightheaded, your legs began to wobble. Were you about to pass out right now? Really.

“Uh oh.”

Those were the last things you heard, and the man in front of you was the last thing you saw, his smirk.

“Darling.. are you okay?” You opened your eyes slowly, getting used to your surroundings. Then you turned to your side, seeing your husband there. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching over you to make sure you were okay.

“I’m.. I’m so sorry. What happened?”

“I honestly don’t have a clue. I was also asleep for a while.”

You lifted yourself up by pressing your elbows to the bed, but your husband pushed you back down, “Rest more, Something clearly happened.”

“Yeah.. okay.”

Aizen found himself back in Muken’s prison, once again he was sitting there in solitude. He was back. After you were knocked out, a void appeared and warped around him. Then he found himself to be sitting in his chair once again.

He relaxed his body, accepting his faith finally.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to do anything anymore, bored.

That’s when he suddenly heard footsteps coming towards him.. he senses a familiar spiritual pressure. So he slowly opened his eyes, looking straight ahead into the darkness.

“It’s you.”

Aizen could see you fiddling with your fingers, he could even see the slight blush on your cheeks. You weren’t making eye contact with him, instead you looked to the side as you walked straight forward, closer to his chair.

“It’s been a while.”

“It.. has.”

“So what brings you here?”

You straightened yourself up, having this fake confident look on your face, “I.. Had a dream recently. Or I don’t know what it was. But it was you going into another dimension.. trying to escape from this place.”

Aizen’s eyes widened in response, narrowing his eyes slightly, lips curving upwards into a smirk.

“I see.. so what? What’s your plan.”

“I just wanted to see.. if I could possibly be in your plan this time.”

“Even after I tossed you aside?”

“..Yes, you still saved me. And I thought maybe this time, I can save you. I’ll be some use to you.”

“Oh darling, I know you will.’

‘But in the meantime, come over here. I’m going to plant something on you. To make sure that you are loyal to me while I’m stuck here.

“Of course, Aizen.”

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