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Temporary Whispers Of The Heart ⊹₊⟡⋆ | Sosuke Aizen X Reader Chapter 6 | Army Dreamers

TW: blood, gore mention, slight domestic violence (yelling and sibling violence)

*words / sayings that might be unfamiliar are tagged with asterisks and chapter notes about them are provided at the end of the chapter :)

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Leaping into the air, you manipulated your Kido to allow your movements to stay fluid and elegant. The chill breeze of the night sky in the Human world greeted you, and you smiled feeling the wind sift through your flowy hair.

Your first lone mission as a Soul Reaper. You were jubilant, ecstatic in the moment as electricity pumped in your veins. Albeit still fairly inexperienced, you were to defeat a Hollow in the human world and bless its soul successfully. As you turn to the right, you see your companion leaping in the air, humming and grinning widely. He shot you an egotistical glance, the confidence embedded in his soul reflecting in his body language.

“Someone’s a bit too excited. Sure you won’t get too scared alone?”

Shuuhei nodded as he skipped over a building, laughing in response to your joke.

“I’m quite confident. I don’t need my elder to worry for me~”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his remark. “You better watch your tongue, young boy. I'm not even that much older than you. And who knows you won’t burst into tears again?”

“Ugh, my greatest apologies for holding a sympathetic and teary soul.” Shuuhei jested, faking his sorrow as he pretended to cry and wipe tears dramatically from his face whilst whipping his head away from you.

“Whatever you say, my little memeshī~*”

“Don’t call me that!”

You chortled at his flustered expression, guffawing at the sight of him so bothered over a simple tease.

Glancing at your Soul Pager, you discerned the location of the two hollows from the tags on the device. Albeit a little hesitant, you shut your pager and understood that this mission had to be done and was imperative to progressing your careers as Soul Reapers.

After notifying Hisagi, you both set off on your paths to the hollows you esteemed as your targets. The large, black and purple creature in sight towered over you, muttering incoherent sentences with jumbled phonetics as its crimson eyes latched onto you. You felt confidence, strength coursing through your veins as your body was energised with courage and determination. An easy feat as a Shinigami, right? You’ve done this many times before. Although many had resulted in dire failure, you were sure you had grown strong enough to complete such a simple task. 

The skeletal structures on the Hollow’s arms and face clunked against each other ominously as it turned towards you, each step served with purpose. Something felt off. It felt… Intelligent? As if a mind of its own resided in the empty crevice of its heart.

Whispering the name of your Zanpakutō under your breath, you brought out your Shikai and sent a smooth gash to its arm. As you ran up to the creature, you sliced all vital limbs and attempted to cut its neck. However, a blast of blue plasma from its fist abruptly sent you backwards with great force. You coughed and sputtered as you were sent flying, skidding on the concrete roads underneath you.

The surprise stained on your face was unmistakable as you watched it regenerate its limbs, gurgling under its mask.

…What on earth?

It was definitely not a normal hollow. But why would the Gotei 13 send you two to defeat such a beast? You had never encountered anything like it in the academy. Perhaps it was designed to be a struggle.

Trepidation beside you, you managed to rise back onto your feet to grip your sword properly with both hands and run towards the beast again.

Each move of your sword was met with another piece of its skeletal armour, its reflexes almost surpassing your own. After the creature blocked you several times over, another swift move of its arm knocked you out of the air and in its hand it held…

A Zanpakutō?

Too appalled to react, you were vulnerable and the creature took the chance to finish you off, sending you flying by another blast from its fist.

It cannot be. Hollows do not wield… They do not have a soul to imprint on an Asauchi..

Clutching your bleeding side, your glare was ravenous. No. You weren’t sure what mutation this was, but it would not reign defeat over you. You couldn’t humiliate yourself more than you already had, as the weakest member of the Shihōin family. A tarnish on an evershining vase. 

Determined, you snapped its limbs with your Shikai’s suppression and electric movements. Yet once more, a grotesque bubbling in its void black skin greeted you and its limbs were regained. You had never fought a hollow of this level and power… And the sword that you swore it held in its hand had not been erased from your memory.

The finishing blow greeted you as you had accidentally paused your sword for one second to catch your breath, a blast searing through half your being. You felt a sharp burn in your left ribs and warm, sticky liquid beginning to pool down your legs from your side. The blast caused your knees to wobble and you immediately fell to your knees, panting sporadically.

You couldn’t have lost such a simple mission… There was something wrong with this creature.

Mustering up all of your strength, you mumbled a final command under your breath, manipulating your Kidō to blast the beast with as much power as you could. 

Exhausted, you finally fell to the ground, toppling over and splayed out. You sighed in temporary relief, as the beast seemed to have been placated by you. Clutching your bleeding side, you coughed up viscous and crimson liquid from your burning throat. The hollow seemed to have been defeated, now all that was left to exorcise its soul. Opening your eyes slightly, you watched the hollow reduce into a smaller form, furrowing your eyebrows as it seemed like a controlled action, externally done on purpose... To make it weaker? A foolish thought really, wouldn’t the creature want to become stronger…?

In the corner of your eye, you swore you saw a glimpse of a man draped in black, extracting something of the hollow and suppressing it.

However, shock was short lived as impending doom suddenly overcame you at the sight of the Hollow standing up again, albeit smaller.

No… How did you not defeat it? You put every single fibre of your being into that battle?

Were you still so weak…? 

You shut your eyes, admitting defeat and disappointment as you awaited its final blast. You failed.

Long, black blades chained to their owner danced swiftly in the night sky, the moon illuminating their silhouette against the dark of the midnight.

A celestial glow accompanied Shuuhei as he elegantly sliced the Hollow’s head clean off, panting and bent over as its skeletal head slowly glided across its hemorrhaged neck, falling to the floor. 

“Your Reiatsu… You scared me. Are you okay?”

Hisagi ran up to you, kneeling down next to you as he aided you in clutching your side. 

“It’s… Not a hollow. It can’t be. It had … A Zanpakutō…”

You panicked seeing Shuuhei’s face of worry, clearly showing that he did not believe you.

“You tried your best, it’s okay… You're clearly in critical condition and not thinking right.“

Blood only sputtered out as you attempted to speak, coughing and sniffling.

“Please… Believe me.”

He nodded, and although sceptical, Hisagi would never question you.

“We can worry about that later. Let’s head back quickly.”

Short, scruffed hair swayed in the wind, weaving a melody with its inky strands in the moisture of the night sky. The man beside you prayed for the hollow exorcised by his Zanpakutō, blessing its soul.

You turned to your companion, Hisagi Shuuhei, as he opened the gate to the Soul Society swiftly by effortlessly swaying his hands to open the Senkaimon. 

An arm extended around your shoulders, and you reciprocated by clutching onto the tattered fabric of your friend, the other hand moving to press onto the gash on your side. 

Dusting yourself off, you trudged once more into the Soul society and looked solemnly towards your comrade.

“Hisagi, your efforts are truly unwavered even as just a novice reaper… I admire you.”

The raven haired man turned to you, scoffing and tucking his arms into his chest. 

“The same goes to you. Couldn’t have done it without my fellow Shishi. You did well weakening it.” 

You chuckled, shaking your head from side to side, the brief mirth erupted in your chest quickly dissipating as you realised what was to come. 

“I don’t know how I couldn’t defeat a simple hollow… You have to believe me when I say that I really don’t think it was normal. It wielded a sword.”

Shuuhei hushed you, telling you to rest as he helped carry you to the 4th Division for healing.

“I believe you. I do. I’m sure there’s some rational explanation.”

Hisagi could feel the fear course throughout you, a sinister feeling of dread sinking in your stomach as you feared what was to come.

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You managed to muster out a grateful smile to Shuuhei before he left you in Unohana’s care, and you shut your eyes, allowing yourself to recover.

Another shameful slash onto your royal name. An esteemed failure, you were. Had you really failed in such a pitiful battle against a weak Hollow again? Were you even worthy of the Shihōin name? The name of warriors, the ultimate marker of strength and courage in the Soul Society.

Something you were clearly not. The Zanpakutō wielded in your grip betrayed you once more, as you failed at another battle against a Hollow. Removal from the Gotei 13? Admonishment of your role? You weren’t sure what was to come. Yet all of this seemed minor in your thoughts as compared to the rumination of what your father may say. 

Hisagi Shuuhei you had met in the Academy, a friend a couple years younger than you. Another stain to your name, having to be saved by a Shinigami younger than you. You should have the experience, yet the sword you held did not wish to align with your rhythm. 

What did it want from you?

Alone in your bedroom now, you stared up at the ceiling, before turning to painfully look at the sheathed sword lying by your bedside. 

Often at night as well as now, you found yourself speaking to the essence of your soul reflected in the sleek metal, glistening as it bathed in the moonlight seeping into your room. 

,, Tell me, my Zanpakutō. Is the vigour in my soul not enough for you? Does the human blood in my heart seethe you? Answer me… For I have seen many mixed Shinigami blossom… Why not me? Why has the name of my family not blessed me like it has to my sister?” 

,, What must I do, to imprint the essence of my honour and devotion onto you, my sword? What lacks in my soul… What tarnishes my strength… Tell me and I will extract it from my veins.”

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The next morning, you were sent for a day of rest, informed to return to the Second division after your break to discuss the results of your first exam. 

As your mind ruminated on your walk home, you mentally and physically prepared yourself for the berating and degrading words awaiting you. 

Holding a hand to your heart and whispering your mothers name under your breath, you exhaled deeply and reached your destination. You latched your fingers onto the metal handle and slammed it twice against the Hinoki cypress wood to signify your arrival at the towering doors of the Shihōin minka.*

A familiar servant greeted you, yet the usual smile present on her face had faded. As expected after that deplorable presentation… 

Leading you to the common room, you bid a solemn farewell as jovially as you could before you slid open the shoji door in front of you, meticulously as if to not set off your fathers temper any more. 

In the middle of the empty room, a man with a lean frame and tanned skin sat cross legged, simply swiping his calligraphy brush with strategic and conscientious strokes. A murderous glance greeted you from the tresses of his ivory hair.

You silently kneeled on the tatami of the large room, your irises fixated on the low, wooden table frame and the colour of the ivory hadagi* that contrasted against his tan skin. The glare of your father sent shivers down your spine, as you swallowed the lump forming in your throat and forced it to dissipate.

“Byakuya Kuchiki has established his will to marry a commoner and tarnish the purity of his noble bloodline. It’s a very shameful act and it caused great disgrace to the Kuchiki family, I'm sure you’ve heard.”

Your eyes simply fixated on the tatami floor beneath you, nodding cautiously as your knuckles turned white from clutching the pant legs of your shihakushō harshly.

“Have you heard of the Shiba clan’s esteemed son relinquishing his role as a Captain and his Shinigami powers to settle with a Quincy?”

You gulped, afraid of what your father was getting at as you shook your head.

“It was such a dishonour that the Shiba clan has been removed permanently as one of the Five Noble Families. Such disgrace on such a distinguished name.”

The only sounds that could be heard were the gradually vicious strokes that Chika Shihōin slashed onto his page, his brush staining the paper so harshly as if he was shedding the blood of his enemies.

He timed each stroke with the rhythm of his words, his movements so fierce they could have cut through the paper if it were not for his impeccable craftsmanship.

“All of these… Stains, slashes, stabs to royal blood. Look how bad they have gotten. We do not even have five noble clans any more due to the incompetency of this youth…

And you.”

Your eyes did not dare to falter from his glare as the pain from his words seared through your heart.

”My biggest mistake. The illegitimate child of my late wife. You are incapable of being a Soul Reaper and an embarrassment to this family. It is already difficult enough trying to shield your human blood. You have definitely done it this time. What an utter disgrace. A simple hollow is incapable of defeat by your hands…”

“The route the youth of this generation are weaving will yield devastating results. I will not contribute to this any longer. As of now, I only have one daughter.”

Your body immobilised, before the adrenaline and shock finally slammed against your body and you pushed on your shins to rise and stand up for yourself.

“Father, it was but a simple mistake! You don’t understand… Please. It had the appearance of a low grade hollow yet its power was unmistakable-“

“You were saved by a classmate years younger than you. You should have been the one to save him. I have trained you conscientiously and exhaustively in the academy and allowed your Shinigami side to bloom and yet you are still such a disappointment. The impurity of your human blood is embedded permanently onto your sword, Y/N. I cannot allow the epitome of weakness to hold the name of a bloodline of indestructible men.”

”Father, I swear if you had met the hollow you would have known, for it wielded a Zanpakutō-“

“Are you making a fool out of me? I refuse to speak to this disgrace anymore. Yoruichi, my one sensible and virtuous daughter. Send her out. I’m sure you understand my will. A sutra in a horse's ear*, it was to try and raise her…” 

You looked frantically at your sister behind you, the model of your life leaning on the doorframe you entered from. Her golden irises did not caress yours with a gaze of softness, instead replaced by complacency and dissatisfaction. A strike of lightning so wretched it could have been aimed towards your soul by Zeus' spear himself penetrated your being as you perceived the dullness of her eyes and sudden grip on her weapon.

You retracted your steps slowly backwards as you creaked in a small yet fearless voice.

“Sister… Stop… Don’t do this.” 

Both of your hands were snatched by hers, and you cried for freedom in desperation. Her touch was not tender, nor one of a dear sibling. It was the searing touch of a thousand suns enclosing into a supernova, exterminating the entire universe with its flames. The genesis of a newfound resentment catalysed in your heart from the display of wretched impudence towards her own sister.

“What are you doing?!”

You choked on your sobs as you protested against the utter agony you were being burnt alive in.

“Quiet yourself. You know that this must be done.”

“You’re just going to kick me out without listening to a word of what even occurred?!”

Yoruichi halted her hastened steps suddenly, causing you to stumble over your feet on the tatami underneath you. She turned her gaze slowly from the shoji door lying at the exit to you, furrowing her plum brows.

“You are an abomination to this family name and had you any intelligence you would understand you cannot be part of this family any more. We are the saviours, not the ones to be saved. You don’t belong in this family.”

“What are you talking about?! Family isn’t defined by our powers, it’s defined by the love we hold for each other!”

She snatched your wrist with a harder grip this time, latching onto you and swiftly heaving you out of the door, causing you to topple over onto the wooden steps outside of the Shihōin minka*. 

“Love is not enough to hold a Noble family together. If that had been true, then the Shiba clan would not have been admonished from their role and Byakuya Kuchiki would not be repenting to his parents every single day for bequeathing himself to a commoner.”

You could taste the salt in your tears as your voice grew hoarse from your insistent begs, to have her love you, to have her embrace you again. To have her forget this all as a nightmare and go back to your normal lives.

“Does your honour matter more than your sister?!”

“Y/N. I will say this once and only once.”

You looked up in trepidation, wobbling and sobbing as you were greeted with a glare of disgust rather than the sweetness you were used to.

“Rid yourself of my sight before I tear the name of Shihōin off of you with your blood.”

And with that, the wooden doors of the manor shut for the last time.

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*memeshii: a japanese saying for a feminine man; like a man who behaves in a way traditionally associated with women *hadagi: yukata-like comfortable cotton garment worn in feudal japan, its like a white undergarment that samurais wore underneath their armour

*a sutra in a horse's ear: a japanese idiom / proverb essentially meaning ‘a wasted effort.’ (a sutra is a buddhist prayer)

*minka: traditional japanese home / mansion associated w feudal japan

I had this sitting in my drafts and i decided to polish it up while i was taking a break from exams. Initially, i was just going to have a flashback and then continue into the current story more but i felt it was more impactful leaving it here. so im sorry for the short length of the chapter !! im still in exams :p 

i apologise for not writing about aizen very much in this :c it felt more dynamic just leaving it here. i hope you enjoyed and as always comments and criticisms are very much appreciated!

happy reading!

- sumi

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With his hands around your waist, pressing you against him, he whispers in your ear how much he desires to make you the “bearer of his descendance”

Your back laying on his chest, your legs hanging down his legs; sitting on that sterile “throne”, the king assures a step further on his plans...

Oh, Sosuke Aizen, what do you see in that future of yours? Solitude? Defeat? Why do you need a successor?

Your nape, your hair, rest on Sosuke’s shoulder and neck. Up, his right hand slides; your neck it finds, crushing carotids and jugulars, making you dizzy… out of breath, perhaps even controlling you to go and come from the brink of death. Slap after slap, thighs hitting against your ass. Sweaty surfaces that go up and down, as he drills into you with desperate hips.

“Will you bear my child, dear (Name)?” he asks, coercing you to say yes… in any case, a blurred mind and an almost limp body is unable to say otherwise.

“Y-ye-yes, Aizen-sa-sama” you cry, as he presses your cheeks, so your lips become pouty, and your words come out in an adorably humiliating way.

A sophisticated, tinted in psychopathic, smirk escapes his lips. It makes you tremble, how can someone be so sexy, so soft and yet so scary at the same time? Guess the strongest don’t really need to be violent.. oh, but what definitely holds an almost unbearable violence, are those hip thrusts that wont stop pumping on you.

And your walls, as lustful, as desperate as those thrusts, spasm, milking that man that needs to shut his chocolate eyes closed… see, there is a reason why you were chosen to serve Aizen-sama.

“Aren’t you a little bit needy? Heh” he murmurs, biting ever so softly the lobe of your right ear. The humid words of his hot breath, feels like they are kissing your brain, pulling you down with tingles everywhere.

“Always for you, Aizen-sama” you purr, in heaven, with your inner thighs trembling and your toes a little curled. “I am yours to please, I am yours to be used…”

Sosuke growls; he definitely knows how his you are. But, even though, the moment he listens to those words, his body reacts uncontrollably… So far from the cold, calm, and collected Aizen you know, he bites your neck. His thrusts are even more violent than before, this time you can’t bounce properly as his delicate hands, yet strong and evil, grab you by your waist. He lifts you up, he doesn’t really need you moving… just be a hole for his insatiable hunger this time.

“Shsh, baby…” he murmurs, penetrating you so perfectly. The position, with you lifted and softly bent forward allows the tip of his sex to hardly push your sweet spot. Like an expert, knowing so very well, exactly where to press, he makes you retort with just the violent drill of unstoppable ramming.

It is nearly impossible for you not to come, viciously and aggressively, as suspended in between heaven and hell… well, isn’t it funny how the new king of Hueco Mundo is actually fucking your right now?

“Come on, cum so that I can fill you up very well…” he continues, enjoying the pleasure of your milking walls. “You know you shouldn’t waste a single drop, baby? Would you keep it inside for me? We need to make you very, very pregnant”

You shiver… exactly why, you don’t really know. Is it because of your orgasm taking over? Or is it because you are being entrusted with such a high order from Aizen-sama?

In any case… “Yes, Aizen-sama… make me, really, really pregnant…” “Very good, my beautiful ray of sun… come on, do it with a smile for me… but, please, make sure not to fail”

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Question for #AEIWAM, about the Hogyoku: In Canon, Aizen is using one Hogyoku to figure out how to make Shinigami into Hollow, and Urahara is discovered to have a second Hogyoku when he tries to undo the Hollowfication on the group that would become the Visored. But it's never adequately explained where either of them came from, other than "they were invented by [Aizen & Urahara". In #AEIWAM, if the Hogyoku was used to make the first Kami, but using it for what Urahara & Aizen were doing, it seems so... low-powered. What if it's not two separate Hogyoku, but rather one Hogyoku split into two parts? Man, I bet Kaname was waiting for the best moment to tell Aizen that Urahara had one

Oh no.

It's MUCH stupider than that.

The *exact* nature and purpose of the hogyoku (and why the instructions for how to make one were just out there for Gin to find on the Soul King's worktable) are MAJOR SPOILERS for the TYBW arc of AEIWAM, but as far as functions go: A Hogyoku is a device used to accumulate massive amounts of Reiryoku (Soul Energy), compress and purify it, and then squeeze it out into an organism later to make it extremely powerful.

If you can guess the spoilers from those two sentences, you get a gold star and drafted into helping me write this damn fic.

I'm not sure where you got the bit about them being used to make the first Kami, but that is (at least now) not the case- Kami form from a similar function, but were not intentionally *made*, and not with a Hogyoku.

ANYWAY,

You are right, the two hogyoku in AEIWAM are under-powered compared to the original plan, but that's mostly because neither Aizen or Urahara could comprehend the sheer scale of Nobody's design, so what they actually made were, essentially Micro-hogyokus.

The Approximate Order of Events:

A fuckass long time ago:

Nobody, Ichibei and Shinso all get the shit stabbed out of them during the Godslaying Event.

Gin is formed from the physical and metaphysical viscera of all three.

As a result, Nobody dies, Ichibei is left a shell of his former self and Shinso loses his body.

Gin realizes that, with Nobody dead and Their various body parts jamming up the wheel of Samsara, there is a very real possibility the Current Life Machine will starve and die before it can give birth to the next one, and the universe they're in will retroactively cease to exist.

Gin decides the best course of action is to put the current Life Machine on life support so it doesn't starve or miscarry while he figures out how to unjam the wheel.

While Gin is figuring this shit out, Ichibei shoves Nobody's corpse in amber and locks the palace to prevent anyone from finding out the "Soul King" is dead, and traps Shinso inside.

Gin finds the plans for The Hogyoku (note the capitalization) on Nobody's worktable, and realizes a smaller version could be used to fill a single soul with an absolute shitwack of energy and that soul could then become an energy capri-sun for the Life Machine.

Gin, however, lacks the engineering knowledge or skill to actually MAKE a micro-hogyoku, let alone convince a soul to submit themselves to the torture of becoming a Divine Juice Box.

...Unless they think it was their idea in the first place.

Gin redacts a few key points about The Hogyoku, including it's scale and intended purpose, and then takes the redacted plans- which are not paper but Concepts- and travels to Spirit World, where most of the Reiriyoku is to dangle the plans in the dreams of various likely-looking maniacs that are slightly too smart for their own good.

late 1700's to early 1800's

After several false starts, Gin finally hits his mark in the disillusioned and bitter Sosuke Aizen, who lost his entire family in a series of catastrophes and is realizing just how cruel and incompetent the afterlife really is.

Aizen changes careers from "Assistant to the central 46" to "Shinigami" and starts his research into the nature of Reiryoku to build "his" vision to make himself God and Fix Everything Forever.

Gin continues jiggling the bait while he waits for Aizen to get some results, and finds a second mark in a bright-eyed and naieve Kisuke Urahara, who thinks he can use it to infuse hollows with whatever it is they're missing and Fix That Forever.

Satisfied that he now has a Juice Box and a Backup Juice box, Gin transforms into a human-shaped soul and appears as a child in the Rukongai as part of his long con to get close to Aizen and Urahara and keep them on track.

late 1800's ish:

Progress is SLOW with both men and Gin is getting frustrated.

Aizen is slighty further along, having learned about Arrancar and the growth instars of hollows while Kisuke was learning how to become a cop, so Gin enters the academy, speedruns it, and attatches himself to Aizen to herd him in the right direction faster.

Aizen is also fucking terrible at Opsec and is discovered by Kaname Tousen, who is immune to Aizen's Illusion Bullshit, but mistakenly thinks that Aizen's lackey, Kiganjo, is the mastermind, and confides in Aizen.

Aizen is about to straight-up murder Kaname to keep him from blowing it when Gin remembers Kaname from the academy and realizes that where Aizen has ambition instead of brains, Kaname is the real genius here, and will definitely speed things up.

Whether he wants to or not.

Shortly after Kaname is cursed into compliance, Kirio Hikifune is recruited into the Royal Guard and Urahara becomes captain of the 12th, where he devotes himself to figuring out how to make his hogyoku.

Everything is coming up Gin!

1900:

Despite being cursed all to hell, Tousen VERY NEARLY blows the whole operation by alerting the rest of the court guard to the location of Aizen's lab, but Gin is able to step in at the last second and stop him.

...By turning 14 of the Ninth's seated officers into hollows that were absorbed by the hogyoku, and the subsequent rescue party into hollows that Urahara spirits away.

Instead of absorbing the rescue party into his own hogyoku, urahara turns them into Visored and they all abscond to the living world/vanish as far as Gin can tell.

Fuck.

Gin redoubles his efforts to keep Aizen on track now that he only has one Juice Box, which means things get a whole lot worse for Tousen but hey, gotta save the universe and that means Aizen Absolutely Cannot Fuck This Up.

1980:

Aizen Fucks it All Up.

Gin has to sprint back to Soul King Palace to molt real fast, and in the fucking three days he's gone, Aizen:

figures out how to use the "export energy" feature on his hogyoku and

instead of exporting the energy into HIMSELF, Aisen makes a sort of super-hollow he calls "White" because that's his favorite color, and dumps all 10,000 souls worth of energy into it.

Aizen then orders Kaname to take White to the Living World to go fuck shit up, just to see what it can do.

Kaname, in the midst of an extreme nervous breakdown, abandons White in downtown Karakura because Aizen forgot to give him end commands, and goes to ground in hopes that Aizen gets his dumb ass killed doing this, or Kaname dies quietly before he can be forced to mutilate or kill anyone else.

Kaname's Obvious Nervous Breakdown is witnessed by Captain Isshin Shiba, who follows Kaname to his meeting with... someone, he looks like a human-shaped mirage? and some creepy-ass hollow, which Kaname takes to the living world and then just... leaves?

White starts to Fuck Shit Up, mostly by wandering around while being a dangerously radioactive to souls, and Isshin decides he needs to kill this thing before it destroys the whole city.

Quincy Prodigy and current host to the ghost of Quincy Freishutz sees White and has the same idea.

Looney-tunes ass battle between White, Isshin, and Masaki breaks out.

Meanwhile, Kaname's continuing nervous breakdown is witnessed by Yoruichi, who stalks him in cat form for a while before she senses the fight break out, and calls Urahara on the way to tell him Shit's Afoot.

Meanwhile, Isshin and Masaki are falling in love. Or at least, Isshin is falling in love with the most insane woman he's ever met. Masaki thinks he's a very cute tactical advantage.

White, all of two hours old, has no fucking clue what the fuck is happening, just that these asshole are trying to kill him.

Isshin and Masaki do a coordinated double attack that backfires and effectively tears everyone's souls in half- Isshin and Masaki are seperated from their Yume-kon: Engetsu and Quincy Freishutz.

Yoruichi gets to the fight and kicks White into two pieces that had not yet quite figured out who is king and who is horse, and then Yoruichi is KO'd by the resulting recoil.

Urahara arrives just in time to see his former coworker and some woman(???) with their souls falling apart, and two large glops of energy. Isshin demands urahara save this woman. Urahara, attempting to figure out how to do that: I can. uh. frankenstein your souls together? Masaki, seeing her way out of Yhwach's grasp: DO THAT.

Urahara uses his hogyoku to stuff the glops of energy into the holes where thier Yume-kon should be, then stitches Isshin and Masaki's souls together to contain the glops within both of them.

Inside Masaki and Isshin, Quincy Freischutz and Engetsu both fuse with/are absorbed by the glops formerly known as white.

This causes Isshin to develop severe amnesia and Masaki to lose her the use of quincy abilities/breaks her connection to Ywach.

Aizen realizes that his hogyoku is now Empty (and useless), but witnesses Urahara use his before absconding with Isshin and whoever that woman was.

Kaname wakes up in bed in the ninth with exactly zero memory of how the fuck he got back from his saw-trap-like bolt hole in the living world, and a really weird headache.

1983:

Isshin and Masaki get HAMMERED at a Halloween party and make Ichigo.

Both halves of the being formerly known as White jump from parent to child, taking whats left of Engetsu and Quincy Freischutz with them, and inside the fetal ichigo, the entities re-fuse into a chimera that decides its name is Zangetsu.

Zangetsu then promptly goes dormant because yume-kon are not supposed to be body hopping and reverse-parthenogenesising like this no matter how much energy they have to burn and he's TIRED.

Orihime's parents get drunk and have nasty hate sex in a closet during an office christmas party and make Orihime, setting Shinso's much better secret "Fix The Life Machine" plan in motion.

Urahara finally gets the idea "Hey maybe this hogyoku thing isn't a great idea"

He thinks that he can destroy his hogyoku by sealing it, then sealing it inside a sturdy mortal soul, and letting that mortal die.

Unfortunately, no souls in the living world can handle the radiation of the sealed hogyoku, so he's got to stuff it into a shinigami and then make that shinigami mortal.

2000:

Instead of doing the sane thing and stuffing it into the most immediately available shinigami (himself), Urahara fucks around for 20 years until Rukia comes around, and he stuffs it into her soul instead.

In a weird coincidence that ABSOLUTELY NOBODY COULD HAVE SEEN COMING, Rukia, who is patrolling the area Ichigo lives in, comes into contact with Ichigo, the kid whose parents Urahara stuffed full of hogyoku glop.

This contact makes the dormant Zangetsu WAKE THE FUCK UP, and reflexively slorp the soul energy out of Rukia. Instead of the full powers of Urahara's hogyoku, Zangetsu only gets Rukia's personal reserves, but its enough for him to be concious and see that OH FUCK THAT'S A BIGASS HOLLOW, ICHIGO'S GONNA DIE FUCK, FUCK WE NEED A WEAPON- BOW? NO, TOO CLOSE. SWORD? YEAH! WE REMEMBER HOW TO BE A SWORD!!

Thus: Shinigami!Ichigo.

This event trips Aizen's radar, and he starts his plan to get his hands on Urahara's still-active hogyoku/fuck over soul society/destroy karakura/make himself the new soul king

the first and second parts of that plan (mostly) work, and Aizen yoinks urahara's hogyoku from rukia and absconds with it, Gin and Kaname, who has been working on his own plan to break the curse, but is exhausted.

Aizen, just to be a dick to ichigo, kidnaps Orihime.

Kaname explains that the hogyokus are tools that consume souls and convert them into energy, and that Aizen is planning to use the one he stole from urahara to devour karakura and make himself into the new god. "What do you mean 'new' god?" "I'm like 99% sure the soul king is dead. there's God-sized body parts all over the spirit world." "Ah. Bad."

Aizen shows Orihime his own, empty hogyoku and monolouges about how only an incompetent and cruel god would make the living and spirit worlds like this. While he's distracted, Orihime grabs the hogyoku and eats it, bringing the next part of Shinso's plan to fruition.

Orihime starts being able to see connections other people don't but she's had AuDHD her whole life so that's nothing new. Her Shun Shun Rikka suddenly gets a whole lot stronger though, and she helps kaname start to break his curse by pulling the nails out of his spine with it.

At the battle of Fake Karakura, Kaname finally breaks his curse and beats the SHIT out of Aizen until he cracks Urahara's hogyoku that aizen loged in his chest, preventing it from absorbing any more power, so Aizen can't absorb real karakura and become a god.

In retaliation, Aizen decides that if he can't be god, then he will at least kill the gotei-13, and fuses with urahara's hogyoku to become stupid powerful

Zangetsu has been trying to speed-train ichigo but the kid is only 16 and this is the apocalypse unless they do something UHHHHH HERE KID, HAVE SOME OF OUR HOGYOKU POWERS YEAH THEY'RE HOLLOW FLAVORED DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT-

Hollow!Ichigo finishes kicking Aizen's ass until he's unable to fight back and surrenders, losing control of, but unable to let of his immense power.

Gin pops up from where he'd been pretending to be a corpse, paralyzes Aizen by stabbing him in the back of the neck, says "thanks kid!" and absconds with his Juice box back to Soul King Palace, and then to the workings of the Life machine beyond.

Gin puts Aizen into something that greatly resembles a horrible combination of The Machine from princess bride, a mouth, and a taffy puller, which operates in much the same fashion as all three to extract all that delicious soul energy from him.

2001:

Kaname wakes up from the coma Unohana had to put him in to let him recover on Valentines day, finally a free man for the first time in over a century.

It's not the first thing he does with his freedom, but kicking urahara's ass for making a hogyoku at all is up there.

Orihime continues to get... weirder.

...and that's as far as I've gotten with much specificity in drafts.

[promiscvus]

the crazy thing is that i’ll stfu rn if i had some of that fictional sex yall be writing on here

[krewekreep]

Baby Daddy Red Flags: Bleach Edition (😜🤍)

This one…this one for the sluts! 😭💕 I’m an old anime bitch like lemme get it out my system! (We gonna tag this #ToxicTalk lmaoo, this is a safe space)

(If you wanna know who we share 😒, I’ll add an asterisk or whatever. ((They still mine first 😂💝🫡)) (will update and repost with new additions, semi-live post)

***ICHIGO: Lemme get my baby daddy out the way. Biggest issues would be his availability before and after the kid. Probably got pregnant in a makeup sex situation anyway. Ichigo doesn’t seem to type to breakup but will say let’s break. Based on how selfless he is it also can be seen coming from him not being able to save his mom—so he may have a savior complex. It may seem valiant at first like “oh wow you became friends with Chad helping him with bullies? You became closer to Orihime (😒) after helping her grieve her brother? You’re such a good person!” Til you realize seniority is in place and when his friends call he drops whatever he is doing to go help. It’s been time, money, etc and increasingly his selflessness comes off as codependent. Like he can’t stop trying to make up for something that wasn’t his fault.

He will also randomly reserve to right to become reclusive. Not necessarily secretive but less energetic, talkative, or engaged. (You def realize your baby got some functional depression going on. Iykyk). Might not annoy you but the random times he doesn’t want to be touched or seemingly avoids you does hurt…but he sincerely comes back letting you know he was in a weird space etc.

Ichigo’s biggest yes or no is if you’ll be able to sometimes come second or third (likely til you marry and/or have kids with him.) His father and sisters are absolutely #1, his friends are #2, and his oath to the Soul Society and humanity at large is a consequence of him protecting the first two so that’s of course #3. See where I’m going? Even on your best days you might be upset he runs off to Rukia’s or Orihime’s aid. That he has to “save the world,”to save you too. Jealous types might really become frustrated with Ichigo. And tbh I don’t see him breaking out of his ways. He won’t see a need to because there’s real results of his good deeds in his life. He knows he’s saved lives, so he knows he can continue to—so will you be able to handle the fact his duty and mindset will be self sacrificing? I don’t know I think I’d tie him down with a baby and move on.

**KENPACHI: I fully accept and am attracted to his animalistic tendencies. I absolutely can admit that about myself 😭 but…realistically you’d def have to tell him he’s too rough during sessions. He’s grown up wayward, defensive, survival mode, stomach touching his back— during a time so seemingly historical and old who knows how bad the conditions of poverty were—most kids died if they simply weren’t rich and able to eat. Or turned to crime at extremely young ages or exploited….That’s just global history in real life. And the soul society is that much more complex and arduous. Kenpachi will be a man of few words but immense action. If you want someone who will open up even eventually that is not Kenpachi Zaraki. You will highly likely never know of his past because he will never say he is excruciatingly doing everything to never have to. And no, he won’t communicate ever if anything terrible is on his mind. Although kenpachi is coded as barbaric he really is just that protective—he’s as angry as he will be based solely upon someone’s proximity to him emotionally. You and Yaru will be so exclusively held in a regard he won’t even understand. Just the black hole of his awareness he’ll surpass anything to save y’all. He won’t speak on why Lady Unohana isn’t around anymore (new anime, manga lore). But again, when he ends up rough too many nights in a row you distance yourself from him. He can’t admit to you he disassociates and goes back to bad times. He can’t tell you your comfort and warmth makes him remember the times he needed it before—he doesn’t mean to hurt you but he lives for a fight. But he wants to stop making everything and everyone something to “conquer.” He’ll be a real deal handful and it will solely up to you to either tell him you can’t be with him until he figure shit out or you’ll stick beside him and work through it together. (In this case Yaru is the “kid” yall share, I see him being weary of birthing a child and being a dad in such a “visceral” way. Will have total abandonment trauma and just can’t see him getting over it completely to bring new life into a world he already sees the worst in tbh.) but in terms of “baby momma” treatment? Or your prioritized and protected best believe. 💕 he also will force you to learn combat cause you should be able to take care yourself too. Which might either be hot or burdensome. You’re gonna know how to fight. And tbh he might try to bring it into the bedroom on some weird let’s play fight shit so watch yourself. That’s a BIG MAN! 😭😂💕 “HA! Now that you know how do a few things why don’t you test it on me?” Big cheeky sneaky ass grin girl don’t fall for it!

BYAKUYA: This is the guy who will match your freak everywhere but in public. No PDA—actually don’t even look at him or try to talk to him in public…be professional. He will be joking with others and you’ll get upset saying “Hey! You let the other members of the society tease you?” And in private he’ll admit it’s just to keep up appearances and he hates it all. 😭 I think his biggest issue will be coming off fake or disingenuous or you’ll have a hard time sincerely seeing him cause he’ll be so different depending on where y’all are. People wouldn’t know he’s like a mom boyfriend who makes sure you eat, sleep, and keep up with yourself. Yes, he will absolutely unintentionally say something insulting like “This doesn’t suit you. Find something else.” And yes he will be very clearly on guard when in public. People will openly wonder why you’re with him tbh. Which will frustrate the both of you of which neither of you ever bring up to the other. Byakuya has lost a love before—he won’t talk about it ever. You MIGHT get something out of Rukia about it cause it was her sister but I doubt she’ll go super intimate about THEIR relationship cause she respects both his and her sister’s privacy. So you might be stuck on an eavesdropping side quest with Renji that amounts to nothing cause he’ll sense yall. He’ll be amused and somewhat touched you wanted to watch him work though. He’s usually the one keeping check or track of things so he’ll never say he likes that you peep on him and mind his business. You care about him and he knows he’s a bit unfair not allowing any PDA. But he so openly loved on Rukia’s sister he couldn’t help the shameful self imposed embarrassment once he had to walk the halls alone…Byakuya will be a very intentional, quiet lover. I doubt he’ll moan very much tbh unless he’s exhausted and allowing you to take care of him. Sometimes he’ll absolutely disappear all day into work. Other times he’ll be sure to direct his underlings to wait on you in his stead. He’s more manageable if you can accept his sometimes snarky, distant, super private ways. As a father he’ll be annoyingly big on exceptionalism and them being smart and talented. You’ll have to be sure he isn’t burdening your kid when you aren’t around. And you’ll have to be sure he doesn’t inadvertently impart his insensitive habits too. Likewise, you’ll ABSOLUTELY have to “deal or no deal” him about giving affection to your kid in public. You will absolutely have to go off and tell him it’s y’all or his image. And yeah now he’s holding both yall hands albeit defeated. 💕😭

AIZEN: Shit…girl (im black my “girl…” is gender neutral don’t be annoying 💕) you already know what it is. Yandare, selfish, self righteous, MEAN, EVIL…but fine and rich as fuck. 😔🫤 it will be a doozy to be with this one. You literally have to know and accept what you getting into bestie. I can’t even warn you, you know! 😭 but seriously if your an aizen bias you accept him as is 😭 psycho ass. So I wanna just write how’d he be as a baby daddy. Now not to get…too mature…but if you happened to be someone captured/kidnapped by him and pregnant…baby you is a victim! BUT ITS FANFIC SOOO if you were the captured baby momma that’s in his realm with him…well girl you in the realm lord you stuck. “Can I go to the human world?” “For what?” “Uh, sun?” “Humph what do you need sun for…” He’ll look down at your crying child and be like “Ugh okay whatever but Grimmjow is your chaperone.” And you won’t care cause Grimmjow lets you run off and live life. Which Aizen knows but the minute you aren’t overtly scared and submissive to him he’ll lose his weird sense of “power.” You’re man crazy bestie. He’s definitely someone you won’t talk back to until you’re a parent and equally going to advocate for your kid. He’ll realize and laugh to himself “Their not really submissive at all…little minx…” and hold you in completely new regard. “So you took me as is because you wanted to?” He’ll start thinking shit that confuses him and decide to randomly kill a grunt to distract himself like no he’s not gonna reflect into a better person. 😂 you’ll have everything you want cause you can’t go nowhere 😭. Mind you yes the sex is mind blowing so you sadly do take what positives are there…his eyes don’t fall sexually to anyone but you. His body doesn’t respond certain ways to anyone but you. And as you stand next to him more and more he’s leaning into you and your baby’s energy rather than tryna to overtake yall with his. Just don’t speak about the change and it’ll be fine. The minute you tease or openly acknowledge his becoming softer and less controlling you’ll ruin all the progress you made. Let him feel like he’s in control or whatever.

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Hitsugaya: (adult of course) Hitsu will be a blend of Byakuya and Ichigo. The best aspects of him will be how attentive and actionable he is about his love for you. But — he will shy away from PDA and sometimes have moments of separated solitude. Unlike Byakuya, he will absolutely open up to PDA, just will never be the initiator of it. Maybe grab your hand at the end of the day to hurry back home or stare at you as long as he can while he observes your dutiful working. He’ll be shy always which keeps your love feeling young and refreshed. You’ll always be able to make him blush and unlike Ichigo, he’ll warm up to you imposing yourself on his alone time. He’ll be big on love making and planning when to have a child so it will be less spontaneous. He’ll have the baby registry and wishlists prepared, printed, and passed out to members of the Soul Society. He’ll enjoy trips to the human world to acquire new toys and trinkets for your baby.

As a baby daddy he’s almost too protective. You wonder what he’s been through as he’ll have a firm grip of your hips as you cradle your child. He’ll have a habit of looking at your baby and then between the both of you stunned at how he can see the perfect blend of your features on your child’s face. He’ll be very close to a simp honestly (which I’m a fan of) and be at your beck & call no matter the hour. Definitely the dad to tell you don’t worry about tending to the little one, keep resting cause he knows how tired you get. He’s honestly the perfect idea of a new father as he’ll be bumbling a bit but with so much to prove. I realize I kinda didn’t write red flags cause I truly see Hitsu adjusting to parenthood and a long term relationship the best. Only thing I can think is that he’ll be overtly willing to sacrifice himself for your family’s safety. So any massive issue in the Soul Society will make your heart sink a little because while he’s capable he’s been in enough life threatening predicaments to cause ample, appropriate worry. He’ll be hard to break out of working I think until your child starts schooling which could be frustrating cause he’ll overcompensate parenting in lieu of his work commitments. Overall, I think he’d be the baby daddy with the least to really worry about.

Renji: Oh lord— all tea, all shade this man will STRUGGLE. « What do you mean the baby is hungry AGAIN ? You just breastfed! WAIT DO NOT PULL YOUR TIT OUT IN PUBLIC WOMAN ! » He’ll have a hard time adjusting to your freedom as a breastfeeding mom for sure (if you choose to). Work ? What’s work? One thing you can count on is that he will absolutely commit to being a family man and even a stay at home dad. He’ll take all his PTO or even « quit » (basically will say don’t call me to help unless the Soul Society is about to die.) He will wait on you hand & foot because he can’t imagine how much your body and mind has gone through and the strength it takes to be so tired but smile and laugh with him and your kiddo. But, he may end up a bit controlling about you leaving the house without him. He’ll either become a sad puppy or an angry old man. « Baby…what do you mean you want me to stay home ? 😓🥺 » or «  Woman, what did I tell you about going out without me ? What if a crazy person tried to rob you ? » You laugh at him always being some level of dramatic but it may get annoying how clingy and worried he’ll become. You’ll have to remind him you lived this long for a reason…and plan to live longer, so he can chill out sometimes cause his worried nature worries you…you might benefit from guilt tripping him into apologizing and giving you a breather on leaving the house. But just know someone is watching over you. Renji would be a great cook or a terrible cook who improves over time. He might be great at catching the baby right when they poop or…end up shat on rushing to a sink. I really see him either being weirdly good at being a dad or definitely suffering from the learning curve.

Your baby will definitely be conceived in a wild love making, (maybe rough, passionate sex) session. And you’ll catch him blushing when he holds your baby and looks at you remembering the night you had. You’ll be the type to walk in on them sleeping crazily on the sofa, his arm instinctively holding your baby firm. He’ll be grateful to not have to jump up to go to work honestly. His biggest red flags will be being overbearing, needy, and likely requiring a lot of overt reassurance. (Which isn’t necessarily a red flag given he just will want to be a really good dad and partner.) Otherwise he’ll become a stubborn dad who will try (and fail) to « put his foot down. » Which will likely result in him sleeping on the sofa…💕

[arabella0001]

this is where self-respect left my body

why he looks like this?????i swear before that i didnt wanna like him at all

source:tiktok

[blond3ang3l]

Aizen and kenpachi are girl dads

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Kenpachi is obvious cause the little girl he always has with him. That’s gonna be his daughter’s older sister basically. He’s more of the type to have three or four kids that all happen to be girls. It was never planned but damn was he happy because he loves doting on his girls. They are much like him personality wise. Every single one his energy. The baby girl however was your twin, she copied every single thing you did. All his girls does activities, oldest does ballet and the youngest three does sports. Kenpachi spends heard learning to do all of their hair because each one has different hair texture.

Aizen on the other hand would have twin girls and that’s all. One and done. He’s absolutely obsessed with his little girls. I could see him being something high power like a Really big lawyer. His girls have everything high brand. Both are totally spoiled. Oldest twin is pure you and younger one is just all aizen. They represent you both so well. He would have pageant girls. He blows bank on the girls for their pageants. Only gets his girls the best the money can buy. Even if it means he has to be corrupt.

[ana-rinray-art]

Full sketch of that frame from page 9

this smile feels fragile

[thevanillerose]

TITAN II | YANDERE!AIZEN x TINY!READER | BLEACH

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators. Content Warnings: Yandere / Kidnapping / Giant/Tiny / Violence A/N: Request [10/10] for my 100 Followers Celebration!

The final request, and it’s another sequel! I’m happy Part I was a hit, and that I have an excuse to write more Yandere!Aizen because that man…that man…

He gets a whole lot scarier in this part so you’ve been warned.

Your glass prison was maddening.

The cushions beneath you were soft enough, but you yearned for your real, actual bed. You were given food, water, all the sustenance required, but none of it you could enjoy. The box was minimalist, clinical, and yet it felt like a gilded cage. Always with the same view. 

His room. The room of the giant who had captured you. 

No amount of screaming or pounding against the walls had drawn anything more than an amused glance from Aizen, who had since settled into his chair with his ever-present calm composure, sipping tea as if your capture were no more significant than securing a rare artifact.

He didn’t care. He didn’t empathize or sympathize. 

He liked it. Seeing your hopelessness. 

You paced back and forth, your tiny fists clenched, your mind racing with possibilities. There had to be a way out—there had to. You couldn’t accept this as your fate. You wouldn’t. But every time you turned to assess the glass walls, the towering figure beyond loomed in your periphery. Aizen’s gaze never strayed far, his sharp hazel eyes tracking your every move.

Even when he wasn’t present (which was a rarity) you were scared to try your luck. Any time you had, it never ended well for you. The bruises and bite marks were indicative. While he may not have gone as far as trying to kill you, clearly preferring to keep you alive, he had still done enough to start whittling away at your will. 

“It’s futile, you know,” his voice cut through the silence, and your thoughts, like a blade, smooth and composed. He leaned back in his chair, setting down his tea with a soft clink. “You’re wasting energy flitting about like that. Save your strength.”

You froze mid-step, glaring up at him. A little anger flared, despite your nerves.

“You can’t keep me here forever. Someone will come for me. They’ll find you, and when they do—”

“They’ll what?” he interrupted, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Do you think anyone would dare challenge me here? You came because you believed yourself strong enough to defeat me. And yet…” He gestured lightly toward the glass box. “This is where that belief has brought you.”

His words stung more than you cared to admit. You wanted to believe you were tougher than this, but you had to be honest.

You’d never been more scared in your life. 

Still, you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. If you just stayed determined enough, maybe you’d be able to find a way to get the hell out of here.

Maybe.

…

Later…

Aizen spent much of his time in this clinical looking excuse for a bedroom, seeming to have put most of his sinister plans on hold, or in the hands of other enemies, so he could dedicate his time to you.

It was a kind of torture. At your new size, it was all too easy for him to pick you up, push you around, squeeze you in his fist just to hear you squeak. You began to realize he had a twisted sort of love for you which had only become prevalent now. His fingertips would linger and caress on your skin in such tender patterns sometimes. He’d get this strange, blurry look in his eyes…

He wanted you. In ways you never would have expected. 

And how long he had, you didn’t know. 

Things could only get worse from here, that was something you were certain of. If this kept up, you were literally going to break. Somehow, in some way, you needed to find a way out of here.

Your opportunity came after Aizen had fed you at the usual time. At exactly midnight, much as he did at midday, he opened the box and lowered a meager portion of food inside, diced to a size you could kind of swallow. Of course, you didn’t make the mistake of trying to climb his hand to get out. Your abdomen still ached from the time you’d tried before, and he’d flicked you like a bug.

Such a simple, easy motion for him. An absolute gut punch for you. Literally.

So, no funny games. But…he had been a little neglectful this time around. You noticed the faintest gap between the glass lid and its frame after he set it back in place, and walked out of the room. 

Your heart leapt. It wasn’t much, but it was something. 

As it was midnight now, the gigantic menace had to rest. Surprisingly human, for such a monster, to lay down and rest his head against the pillow below him with such a peaceful expression. 

Now’s the best chance I’ll get.

Quietly, you made your way over to the cushion corner closest to the gap. Taking a deep breath, you crouched down low, built momentum, and jumped up with all the strength you could muster. It took a few tries, a lot of effort, but you managed to reach and hook your fingers around the hard edge of the box. 

Grunting, the soles of your bare feet slipping and sliding as they tried to find grip against the glass, you managed to haul yourself up and squeezed your body through the gap under the lid.

Finally, you slipped through. Jumping down, you landed on the desk with a delicate thud.

Freedom.

Now, you just had to get the hell out of dodge before he found you.

If he did…

If he did…

A horrible chill struck through your petite little body, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, shuddering with fearful thoughts. You didn’t want to think about it. 

The vast desk stretched out like a white wasteland, but you were focused on the edge, on freedom, on escape. Running over, you sought some way down that wouldn’t leave you dead on the floor as a crumpled mess, but his room was minimalist enough there was nothing stray you could cling or jump onto.

And, it was too late anyway. 

You could feel his presence before you heard him—like a storm cloud gathering behind you. You didn’t even have to look.

“Going somewhere?”

His voice, smooth and low, cut through the stillness like a blade. You froze in an instant, every hair on your body standing on end. Slowly, with a dread that made your stomach churn, you turned to see him.

Aizen was awake, standing right over you, his figure dipped in shadow. His hazel eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, boring into you with a mix of amusement and something darker. The dark cast chiseled shadows on his bare, muscled chest.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked, his smile stretching into something sharp, something cruel. His tone was cruel yet calm, almost bored, and you trembled. You stumbled back instinctively, panic clawing at your chest. 

Think of an excuse! Think of an excuse!

“I-I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t what?” he interrupted, his voice dropping an octave. “Weren’t trying to run? Weren’t defying me? Lying doesn’t suit you, little one.”

Just run!

You bolted abruptly, running for the edge, desperate for something, anything, even willing to take a leap of total faith if that was what it took—but you’d barely made it two steps before his hand descended. 

His fingers curled around you, the force of his grip knocking the air from your lungs and throwing you backwards. You thrashed and kicked, your tiny fists pounding against his skin, but it was like hitting solid stone.

“Pathetic,” he murmured, lifting you to his face. His smile had vanished, replaced by an expression of cold fury. Any amusement was gone. He was plainly pissed.

“Do you know how insulting this is? I could have killed you long ago. A horrible death. Yet I spared you. And this is how you repay me?”

His grip tightened, the pressure making your ribs creak. You gasped, struggling for breath, your vision blurring as panic set in. “P-please,” you choked out, your voice barely a whisper. “I-I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?” His laugh was sharp, bitter, like the crack of a whip. His thumb jammed up sharply against your gullet, choking you, forcing your head back like he might snap it off entirely.

“No, you’re not sorry. Not yet.”

Without warning, he slammed you down onto the desk, the impact sending pain shooting through your body. You screamed, but there was no time to recover. His hand pinned you in place, his fingers pressing down just enough to make you wheeze. 

“You need to understand something,” he said, his voice calm and deliberate, but his eyes burning. “You belong to me. You are mine. And I do not tolerate disobedience.”

He lifted you again, your body hanging limp and aching, holding you by the waist, his grip tighter this time, his thumb pressing against your chest now, invasively, in a way that made it even harder to breathe. 

“And yet you insist on it,” he said softly, his tone almost mocking. “Disobeying me. Trying to leave me. Do you want me to punish you?”

He tightened his grip again, the pressure making your vision go white. You clawed at his fingers, your body writhing in desperation, but he didn’t let up this time. Tears streamed down your face as you gasped for air, the world tilting dangerously around you.

He’s going to crush me! He’s going to…kill me!

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice soft but cold. “To see how far I’ll go? To test the limits of my patience?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg. Your body struggled feebly, your breaths shallow and ragged. He watched you intently, his expression unreadable, before his grip loosened just enough for you to suck in a desperate gulp of air.

“You’re lucky,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “I could end this right now. One squeeze, and it would all be over. But that would be too easy…wouldn’t it…”

His dangerous gaze flickered aside suddenly, to the edge of the desk. It was easy for you to see then, the cogs in his mind turning maliciously, and dread took hold.

“Aizen–”

Swiftly, he swung you over the drop, dangling you in the open air, only his pinching thumb and forefinger keeping you from a deadly plummet. Your heart stopped, your body going rigid as you stared down at the distant ground. 

“A fall from here would kill you,” he said, his tone almost conversational. “Shall we see how far you can fly?”

“NO!” you screamed, your voice raw with terror. “P-please, don’t—!”

His smile returned, sharp and wicked. “Then remember this feeling,” he said softly, pulling you back to safety. “Remember what it means to defy me.”

Lifting you before his handsome, huge face, you saw his lips curl into a relaxed, smug smile again, his gaze hooded and raking slowly over your little form, his breath heated when he spoke.

“It would be a shame, if I lost my precious little pet so soon.”

You swallowed thickly, flushing, looking away. The tip of his finger guided your head back to look at him again.

“I still have so many things I want to do to you…”

‘Do to you’.

Not with you. To you.

You felt sick. You didn’t even want to imagine it. 

“You’ll never try that again,” he said, his voice soft but malice-filled. “Because next time, I won’t be so merciful.”

His fingertip moved from your jaw to your heated cheek, gently dabbing away the tears that now wouldn’t stop falling. You sniffed and sobbed, giving up. 

Aizen, content with that, returned you to your prison, making sure the top was secured this time by placing a heavy book atop it. As he turned away to return to bed, you collapsed onto the cushions as well, your body trembling uncontrollably. Your chest heaved with ragged wails, which you tried to muffle behind your quivering hands so he wouldn’t be angered again. Your mind raced with fear and despair. 

He had been right about one thing. You’d remember this. You’d remember it every time you thought about running, every time you dreamed of freedom.

Because now you knew: he wouldn’t just stop you. He would break you.

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[andreawritesit]

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Aizen x Wife! Reader

Warnings: violence: mentions of death and injuries.

Prologue - Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Aizen’s smile remained etched in your mind as you took position alongside Captain Soi Fon to battle the Fraccion of the Old Man Espada. He remained sitting on his throne, watching impassively as you fought his underlings. Soi Fon was busy fighting Ggio Vega while you were facing an Arrancar named Ajenjo Ibarra. He was holding his Zanpakuto in one hand and his other hand was powering up a cero. You sighed and unsheathed your Zanpakuto finally. This was going to be a long fight. Unintentionally, your eyes went to the blazing prison to your right. You could feel him there. He was calm. His spiritual pressure hadn’t changed a bit which made you nervous. If he wasn’t a bit rattled to see you all there, he definitely had something up his sleeve. From the corner of your eye, you saw a cero flying right at you. You dodged it easily with your flash step and attacked the Arrancar head-on. You were exchanging blows with equal proficiency. He blocked your sword with his and elbowed you in your stomach, sending you flying into a building. You crashed into a glass window, the shards hitting your face and hands. Before you could get up, you felt his presence behind you. He grabbed you by your neck and lifted you in the air.

“If we knew Soul Reapers were this weak, we wouldn’t have let Lord Barragan even set foot here. Pathetic.”

You scoffed at his words and kicked him right in his jaw, freeing yourself. He rubbed his jaw and sent a glare your way.

“You couldn’t possibly be calling me weak, could you? I haven’t even shown you a quarter of my power.”

“Is that so? What’s stopping you then?”

“I don’t like stomping on ants.”

He growled at your response and leaped at you with his Zanpakuto. You parried it easily and kicked him again, this time square in the chest. He got sent back a few paces and hit a wall. You decided to end the battle but your opponent got up and started screaming in rage.

“How dare you! I am Ibarra Ajenjo! I am a Fraccion of Lord Barragan! No puny soul reaper can lay their dirty feet on me!” His eyes were open wide and his face was twisted into an expression of fury. He held his zanpakuto with both of his hands and you realized he was about to release it.

“Slither, Bloodworm!” 

His form started to change. His backbone extended and his legs disappeared. The hollow mask that was on his face now shifted to his back and covered his spine as spikes. His arms also became long and gangly. He smiled and you could see his teeth had also changed into fangs. His resurreccion was hideous. Without wasting a moment, he rushed at you with enhanced sonido. You barely managed to dodge as he tried to sink his fangs into your left shoulder. He turned to you swiftly, firing a cero with his newly formed “tail”. You decided against releasing your Zanpakuto.

 “Bakudo 39, Enkosen!” A protective shield formed before you and took the cero head-on, destroying it effectively. Ajenjo’s frustration became apparent on his face as his elongated tongue darted out in a hiss, much like a snake. “Come on little soul reaper, release your sword.”

You smirked at him and used Kido instead.  “Bakudo 61, Rikujokoro!” The beams of light lodged themselves into his midsection, pinning him down. You lunged at him with your sword raised, determined to end it right there. However, just as you were about to stab him in the neck, his tail curved above his head and its point stabbed you in your arm. You winced and flash stepped away from him. He got rid of the kido and laughed. “You underestimate me shinigami!”

“It appears to be so.” You drew in a long breath. “I guess I have no option but to meet you with equal force.”

“Finally.”

You held your zanpakuto up horizontally in front of you.

“Breathe, Soyokaze.” Your sword disappeared, leaving only the handle behind. His eyes widened in surprise. “It’s time to end this.” You closed your eyes and sensed out every particle of your zanpakuto that was now a part of the air around you. You concentrated them around Ajenjo and opened your eyes.

“Kaze no kama!” The particles spun around him like a tornado and left a million cuts on him. He couldn’t comprehend as your attack was over in a split second. Blood oozed out from his cuts, leaving his otherwise white body a red mess. Your opponent fell dead and your zanpakuto returned to its sheath. 

You left the place and decided to check on others. Ukitake was sitting on a roof and Shunsui was fighting an espada nearby. Soi Fon was now fighting the old Espada and Captain Hitsugaya was fighting the yellow-haired female Espada. You knew you couldn’t help any of them as it would be insulting. Your eyes once again found their way back to the burning flames. Aizen was more than capable of getting rid of them so why wasn’t he? Your gut feeling was telling you that there was something wrong with all of this. Ichigo and the other captains still hadn’t returned from Hueco Mundo. If there was something that had always been the same with Aizen, it was his far-sightedness. He always thought ahead. You glanced at the Head Captain who was standing near the fire, keeping an eye on it. Good. If he’s around, we might make it. 

Aizen was standing in the middle of the flames, calmly reflecting on everything that was happening. You had just killed one of his henchmen but he was far from angry. He always knew you were strong enough to handle them, even the Espada. Aizen knew exactly how strong your air type zanpakuto was. It was like Senbonzakura, as in it could also turn into millions of small blades but being air-type, the particles became invisible to the naked eye. Like Haineko, it could cut anything it came in contact with but because the enemies couldn’t see it, they were usually defenseless.  It was perfect and it belonged to the perfect wielder, in Azien’s opinion. He had always been intrigued by you, even before he planned to marry you. You were just a seated officer in Squad 5. Aizen blamed that on Shinji’s lack of vision. He couldn’t see your potential or perhaps you hid it well. But Aizen saw right through your acts of being clumsy and lazy. He understood you well. How couldn’t he when he was also putting on the same act? Pretending to be weak and emotionally sensitive so you could be left alone, he understood that. An excellent disguise. Aizen’s thoughts dwelled on you for some time. He found himself reminiscing the moments you had spent together. It was a foreign feeling. Never had he ever thought that he would one day regret something. And yet he regretted leaving you behind every waking moment. 

The Espada that Shunsui was fighting had finally released his sword. The fight between them had intensified a lot. You stood beside Ukitake, glancing at the wall aflame between you and Aizen every now and then.  The espada, Coyote Starrk, was now goading Shunsui into using his bankai. You didn’t know much about it but Ukitake had once mentioned that if the Squad 8 Captain ever used his bankai openly, it would cause them more harm than the enemy. As soon as he heard it, Ukitake jumped into their fight and used his zanpakuto to reflect back the cero that Starrk had shot at Shunsui. His bankai must really be that frightening. Interfering in another’s fight was strictly discouraged and looked down upon. If Ukitake did it, it must’ve been for a very important reason. The fight went on between the Espada and the captains. In an instant, a Garganta opened above them and someone stepped out. You were hoping it was Ichigo but a small arrancar was the one who came into view. Behind him was a gigantic being, with a purple glowing eye. You recognized it from the day Aizen had left the Soul Society. Everyone’s attention was on the newly arrived arrancar.  He looked like a child and the thing behind him was formless. It was giant and had an equally big mouth. The arrancar began wailing loudly and the bigger one turned towards the fire restraining the traitors. Within a moment, he began blowing at the fire and extinguished it completely, freeing the three ex-captains. As soon as Aizen came out, your eyes went straight to him. You found him already looking at you. The corners of his mouth lifted up and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he genuinely smiled at you. Bloody trickster! You turned away and shared a look with Ukitake who looked worried. 

No one could comprehend what happened next. One moment Ukitake was looking at you and the very next he was plummeting down. The little Arrancar now stood in his place, blood dripping down his hand. Shunsui lunged at him, eyes full of anger. But he was intercepted by Starrk, who shot a cero at him point blank. Shunsui soon followed his friend down to the ground, falling face down. You couldn’t move. Your eyes were glued to Ukitake and Shunsui. They were lying on the ground motionless. The Arrancar wailed again and the giant thing again began blowing air, this time at the female Espada trapped by Hitsugaya and the old man Espada trapped by Soi Fon. Both of them were released immediately, rendering all the shinigamis’ efforts useless. The tide of the battle had once again turned in favor of Aizen. You looked at him again and sure enough, he stood there smiling. Of course, he was. Everything was as he wanted it to be. Aizen couldn’t be outplanned. They were doomed. 

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Next part is going to be focused on Aizen and the reader only.

[veilsofroses]

Heyy, back with another request, how about aizen being touchy (sfw) with f! Reader throughout his time as a lieutenant. Like always wanting his hand on her shoulder or patting her head, even holding/caressing her hands on some occasion such when sitting besides one another or just talking during their free time. Sometimes, when it's late and are working overtime he would run his fingers through her hair while discussing the reports, or adjusting her uniform etc etc. I look forward to it, thank you🌹💝

Sosuke Aizen x f!reader

warnings: none, just fluff <3 author’s note: i assumed you meant his captain days so i did that but i apologize if my assumption was incorrect 💔 no thoughts, just mindlessly touchy aizen

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The first time it happened was after you returned from a long mission. “Well done on your latest mission.” You had returned in one piece, relatively unscathed, and brought back useful information for the captains. Captain Aizen praised you for your achievement after you gave him the report. “Thank you, Captain,” you bowed respectfully. When you straightened, you felt his hand on your head, patting you gently. You froze, eyes wide and you looked up at him. He smiled sweetly, eyes closed, humming a chuckle as he continued patting. You returned an awkward laugh, your face warm, but you stayed put until he pulled his hand away.

The next time it happened, you were still just as unprepared for it. You were waiting outside the captains’ meeting chambers, a short meeting going on inside. Aizen asked you to wait so you both could get started on your assigned work immediately afterward. The doors opened and the captains shuffled out, politely greeting you. Once Aizen met with you, you turned to start on your way not realizing you were about to bump into Unahana. Aizen’s hand quickly wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you away from her and towards him. “Careful,” he said softly. You nodded, a little embarrassed, but his hand stayed there, guiding you the rest of the way to his office. You were very aware of everyone who looked at you, wondering what they might think. But Aizen simply continued along, paying no mind to anyone, periodically squeezing your shoulder. And that seemed to ease you.

More instances continued. Aizen had requested you meet him in his private quarters. He had taken his work home, expecting to work late into the night but it seemed it was going to take a lot longer than that. “I apologize for calling you so late,” he adjusted his glasses, his usual sweet smile on his face. You shook your head, “It’s no problem at all!” You sat by him at his desk, starting the paperwork. He began explaining what was on the forms as you looked down at them. With your focus, you hadn’t noticed a piece of your hair had fallen in your face. Without skipping a beat, Aizen pushed the strand out of your face and behind your ear. He was still talking but you weren’t listening anymore because his hand stayed in your hair. Pushing your hair back, gathering it and twirling it with his finger, caressing it. Your face was burning but you had to admit, it felt nice. It felt sweet. You closed your eyes, not noticing when he stopped talking.

And it continued like that and you got used to it. Now, expecting it. It was unspoken affection. You never verbally acknowledged it, afraid it might make him stop. Every day, his hand rested on or caressed some part of your body. When you were in his office, you would sit in front of him while you spoke about work and he would braid your hair. Or when you sat beside him, you'd supply him your hand just so he could fidget with your fingers. It got to the point where if he wasn’t touching you in some way, you knew something was wrong. What you never got used to was the chills his touch gave you every time. His touch calmed you, easing whatever stress or matters you were worrying about at the time. This affection carried you through the stressful parts of your life and you hoped he’d never stop.

[suigetsusunny]

Temporary whispers of the heart ⊹₊⟡⋆ | Sosuke Aizen X Reader

Chapter 5 | Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You

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“What are you doing…” Aizen sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as you downed another small ceramic glass of saké .

“You brought me here to drink, so I'll drink. I’ve wanted to try and get voraciously drunk though I never have, and I might as well after whatever today was...“ You chuckled, smiling as the glass pressed against your lips once more. The booze began to slam against you like a truck, your head dizzying and rocking slightly back. 

“You did your best and that is admirable of you… ” Aizen huffed as he sipped on his own glass, circling the rim with his fingers.

“It was pitiful. How could I have been caught at such a weak moment? How was I supposed to kill that hollow, knowing that I watched it morph from a fellow Shinigami right before my eyes?”

“There are some things that extend beyond your usual duties, I guess.”

You felt a sharpness in your chest, the image of the dire soul reaper that you had once been acquainted with bubbling into a rabid and fierce hollow forever replaying in your mind. That sharpness began to cause throat contractions, as you suddenly felt the urgent need to empty your insides. You stumbled as you immediately rose off the tatami floor, rushing to Aizen’s bathroom and relieving yourself.

Soft hands caressed your tresses and massaged your head as it all came spilling out, alongside your sobs. Yet you hid that from him, another form of weakness you were not willing to show. After all, this was what you had signed up for.

“Do not punish yourself for feeling that way. Embrace your humanity.”

You sighed after you puked, nodding off at the feeling of Aizen’s hands running gently through your hair and the sight of him kneeled next to you so tenderly. 

“I know I have a duty to uphold… How can I embrace my humanity when all I get for it is shame. Shame on my family… Shame on my sister… Oh, what am I saying.” 

Aizen exhaled at your comment, taking a damp towel and softly patting your face with it. The feeling of his tender and warm hands cupping your face sent you into a frenzy of emotions, his gentle hazel eyes embracing your own causing your head to dizzy.

“You are a strange one. Yet I see no wrong in that.”

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You played with the rim of your champagne glass, chuckling now and then at the drinking games that Ikkaku and Hisagi played, their eyes fiercely battling one another and bright shades of red accompanying their cheeks as they refused to let mere shots of vodka break their masculinity. Shunsui took a seat opposite you, aside Rangiku and Soi Fon, the man oddly late.

“And how are we all on this fine evening?”

The two drunkards halted their movements, nodding their heads forth in an abysmal bow and mumbling out a polite greeting. You laughed at Ikkaku's belch that echoed through the room, the whole table erupting into a cacophony of laughter as Hisagi followed suit and let out a considerably gnarly one alongside him. “...Good, and you sir?” 

Shunsui snorted as he nodded, giving a brief and hesitant mumble. “Eh, alright. Assigned myself to give a word of thanks today to all, getting jitters but I'll be fine.”

“Still feels so strange saying general commander instead of captain now.” You chuckled, leaning back in your seat as you sipped your glass.

“So… Why did you invite that thing?” 

Soi Fon queried abruptly, burping from her mass intake of saké as she leaned atop her palm, her elbow resting on the white tablecloth. You snickered in response, though leaning in forward more to listen…

“Where else can he stay, a place guarded with all the ranked officials in the soul society is a perfect place rather than dumping him alone to terrorise random people, no?” 

You both sighed in unison, unable to disagree. As you swirled around the last drop of champagne in your glass, you felt a sense of dejection, you needed something to rid yourself of the gruelling feeling sitting in your stomach. Patting Shunsui’s shoulder, you stood up and waved to a very intoxicated Rangiku laughing at Toshiro as you began to depart towards the bar. “I’m getting a refill.” 

The drunkards gave you flimsy goodbyes before you approached the bar, eyeing the menu hung on the wall. You took a seat alone, the other members of the society fairly intoxicated and… even occupying the dance floor tonight. It was an amusing sight, watching Hiyori grab Hirako's wrist and making him dance with her. You chuckled to yourself, before looking to the bartender to place an order. A martini, you thought..?

A couple novice Shinigami’s caught your peripheral abruptly, the smattering of women displaying minimal fear as they interacted jovially with the special threat across from you. Your jaw hung slightly low as you perceived them blush and laugh, an eyebrow raised at their naivety. Your eyes then drifted towards the bottle of vodka placed atop the shelves towards the back of the bar, feeling a certain craving in your throat begging to be satiated. 

The cool liquid seared through your throat, the sting on your tongue only increasing as you shoved one after the other down. You huffed, rubbing your eyes in defeat at your immature drinking urges. What naïve girls… Do they not know who he is? They’re talking to the epitome of terror, disgraceful, ignorant, ugly-

“Is that… Six shots? What the…”

You felt ants crawl under your skin as you heard Hirako behind you, his grotesque voice alongside his filthy blazer making the muscles in your throat begin to gag. “Can I ever catch a break from you? I think I’m going to throw up all over your radioactive blazer if you don’t remove yourself from my sight.”

Shinji rose his hands up in surrender, chuckling at you, only serving to exacerbate your mood. “You’re the one who called me in desperation today, hey.”

“Though even if I puked on you nobody would even notice it, how devastating…”

“Maybe you’ve got to lay off the drinks, woman .” 

You shot an infuriated glare at him, scoffing at his discourtesy.

“ Woman? What did you say?” 

“Okay, calm down, I didn’t mean-“

Abruptly, you felt a bubbling within your stomach and you began to gag. You forced your rough throat muscle contractions to halt as you gripped your mouth, stumbling while you rushed to the bathroom, a stunned Shinji left alone at the bar table.

You slammed the door open, shutting it and unbothered to lock it as you kneeled over the toilet to let your insides pour out of your mouth. Your head and throat throbbed as you coughed up liquid and chunks of grotesque colours, you knew your alcohol management was horrific yet… You weren’t expecting it to be this bad.

You wiped your mouth, your eyes teary as you sniffled and coughed before the door suddenly creaked open. Amazing timing as it seemed, as Sosuke’s complacent gaze latched onto yours. One that had pierced your soul so vigorously that you ended up being snatched back to the past, to a past you had long forgotten. Or at least desperately tried to.

Aizen gently shut the door back after seeing you, making you feel like slamming your head against the ceramic toilet bowl. Such an indecorous, disgusting, hideous scene you were in… Leaned over the toilet, coughing and sputtering as your face went crimson and your eyes tainted with tears. 

Just as your throat muscles contracted and forced you to crouch over and release your insides once more, the door quietly creaked open again. You could hardly care who was there anymore, you had already felt humiliated enough having to be seen in this condition by that man.

A gentle yet sharp cologne rose throughout your nostrils as you emptied the remaining contents of your stomach, a hand gently bringing back the hair hanging above your face and holding it behind you.

“Your alcohol management is still so direly weak…”

Aizen’s familiar sultry voice unwelcomed you, his mocking voice causing a tear to embarrassingly fall from your eye. You sputtered once more before you wiped your face, reluctantly looking him in the eye with your own watery ones.

“I don’t want your words of pity.” You swiftly stood up, stumbling slightly as you shut the toilet lid and flushed it. Sosuke's grip latched onto your wrist as you stumbled, steadying you.

“I’m not pitying you. I’m just surprised you haven't grown any stronger.” 

“I don’t require your opinion. Let me return back.” 

“To where? Hirako? I presume you’d puke again at the sight of that thing.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, snorting at the fact that he was probably right. A satisfied grin plastered itself on Sosuke’s face as he watched you let out a breathless laugh, a forgotten melody that had not touched his ears in far too long.

“That’s true…”

You look towards him, suddenly aware of his polished appearance as opposed to your.. unruly mess.

“I’ll be right, just let me fix myself up, I seem like a disheveled creature…” You chuckled, running the tap under your palms and rinsing your mouth.

“If a disheveled creature causes people to turn their heads and do a double take at them, then I too wish to be one.” He huffed, shaking his head as he smirked bitterly. You scoffed at his sarcasm, wishing you could wipe the blush not only from being drunk off of your cheeks. 

“Serenade me with your humour some more, I relish in it. It’s so funny. Ha ha.” Sosuke's smirk only grew wider as he chuckled at your comment. “Sure. You look elegant like that, regardless of your convoluted hair.”

You felt your eyes widen and your throat close, surprised by the sudden compliment before you exhaled in exasperation. “Aren’t you an interesting one… Using the same manipulative tactics decades later.”

A slightly drunken Aizen grinned at you, chuckling softly at your annoyed reaction. You rolled your eyes at him, setting your hair and softening your lips with gloss in the mirror before heading to strut out of the bathroom, however a voice stopped you just as you latched your fingers around the handle of the door.

“Maybe this time I just want to know why you thought seven shots of vodka would please your system.” 

You paused, groaning at his query as you looked back at him. “Are we even acquainted enough for you to be speaking to me, Mr. Aizen?”

“No. Yet I can acknowledge that we once were and drive off that fact.”

“That doesn’t count.” “The look in your eyes tells me otherwise.”

Two drunkards stared eye to eye, the hate ignited in their irises morphing passionately with one another. 

“… I need some fresh air.”

You huffed after letting your drunk mouth run wild, snatching the door open and heading to strut up the stairs. You glanced at your table gleefully chatting with one another, smiling at the melancholic sight. All you required was some fresh air, you thought. You couldn’t stand being in the enigmas manipulative presence any longer.

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As you gazed out into the evening sky, you felt a rush of irritation and solemnity overwhelm you unpleasantly. You muttered under your breath, snatching a cigarette from your purse and lighting it on a whim. 

Puffing out into the horizon, you hoped to get whatever feeling was pooling in your stomach to rid itself as you distracted your thoughts.

“What’re you doing up here? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” A poisonous voice cursed your ears, one you had desperately been trying to avoid, successfully up until now. 

“Nothing, just need a breath of fresh air.” You scrambled to hide the cigarette, yet Yoruichi’s hand had already clasped it in hers.

“Seriously? Smoking? I thought you quit.”

“I did, I just…”

You huffed seeing her familiar appearance, envious of how her gorgeous dark red dress hugged her curves so well. 

“You know what? What do you know about me? You don’t know if I quit or not. What do you care?” You snapped, unable to keep your mouth from running any longer. You felt in your stomach you were going to regret this, yet your mind didn’t care.

“I do care. Not just as a sister, but as a friend.”

Yoruichi tucked a plum lock behind her ear, reaching out to squeeze your hand. Yet you flinched in response, swatting it away. “We are neither of those.” “I understand your frustration, but that was many decades ago and we’re still family-” “I am not your sister! I forgave that role the moment you left me in the dust, Yoruichi.”

“I know… But through everything, I realised we are still family and I care for you.”

You felt rage boil, raising your voice and pointing a finger at her as tears threatened to stream down your face.

“You care for me? Don’t humour me. I haven’t seen Yuuchika in decades because of you!

“I-”

“I never even got to see him grow up! Did you ever think about how that would’ve felt?”

“Please, Y/N…” “Maybe you used to be my sister.”

You looked at her with an icy glare, devoid of emotion.

“Now you’re just some bitch who threw me out to suck up to her parents.” 

Yoruichi sighed in defeat as you stormed off, turning to go downstairs. However, you were quickly stopped by a pale blonde walking up the stairs and reaching the top, a confused look tainting his face as he saw your teary eyes.

“You can’t just call your sister that.” Urahara’s eyebrows furrowed in agitation, towering over you as you stepped back.

“This doesn’t involve you.” You grunted, glaring at him.

“It does when you’re not listening to my partner trying to fix things with you-” “After what, decades upon decades? Years of wondering what I did to deserve any of that? Not even an apology?”

“You can’t avoid her forever and just cling onto the past.” Kisuke's viridescent eyes pierced your own, his unusually stern glare cutting through you as he crossed his arms. “I was kicked out of my own home and my own sister who I loved-”

Yoruichi cut through once more, fretting at the fact you and him were beginning to get heated too. “Just let me explain to her… You’re clearly drunk.” Her golden eyes glared at a flushed Urahara, signaling for him to back down through her hunter stare. The naïve man disobeyed her anyway, the alcohol and pent up frustration clearly getting to his head.

“You don't understand, Y/N. You’re being immature.” 

“Shut up! You aren’t my father.” You snapped back at him, appalled that he was trying to get involved in what was between you and Yoruichi. “Well clearly you didn’t have one!”

…

You paused as Urahara snapped, his hand immediately rushing to cover his mouth as his eyes widened and regret filled his body. You looked at him with an emotionless stare, your face placid, sighing indifferently as you walked past him.

“I’m so sorr-” 

You ignored his voice calling out to you alongside Yoruichi’s, drowning them out as you stepped slowly and solemnly down the stairs. And if everything couldn’t get any worse, it seemed another visitor decided to observe the commotion.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Sosuke, his gaze complacent yet a slight interest piqued in them. You fervently hated the fact that your body was conditioned to consider him a sight for sore eyes, feeling somehow comforted by his hazel eyes meeting yours. The enigma decided to just give a nod of acknowledgement and walk right past you, causing you to exhale in relief as you continued your descent down the stairs. 

You take a seat back next to Rangiku, sighing as you rested your head on her shoulder. Matsumoto glanced towards you, noticing your tear stained cheeks and immediately cupping your face in her hands. “Oh bubba, are you okay?!”

You felt like melting into a puddle, unable to process any of the many feelings coursing through your head right now. She squeezed your hand, caressing it whilst she asked what was wrong. Just as you opened your mouth to dismiss her worries, the music halted to let Shunsui stand up and give his speech. You mustered a smile at Rangiku before turning to watch the raven haired man tapping on the mic, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“Good evening all, I hope you’ve all had a pleasant night and enjoyed yourselves thoroughly. Though please, lay off the drinks… It smells putrid in here.” Shunsui sighed, chuckling under his breath whilst everyone else followed suit. 

“I just wanted to give my thanks to all of you and your unwavered efforts, you know I’m not the kind of man to stand up here and give praise but… You all deserve it. You’ve all worked so hard, the soul society would crumble without each of your efforts. And for that, I say thank you.”

Boisterous clapping ensued his speech, you even chuckled a bit at the sight of him acting so sincerely… It was a rare sight.

“And thank you to Urahara Kisuke, a man I once vehemently hated standing beside me today, for hosting all of this.” He chortled as he signalled for the host of the night to greet him on the empty space on the floor. 

Kisuke walked on stage, and your eyes widened in surprise. The man was clearly dishevelled yet still smiling as he graciously shook both of Shunsui’s hands. His hair seemed scruffed and you swore a light bruise could be seen on the side of his face. You sighed and looked to your feet as he straightened himself up before speaking into the mic. 

Well clearly you didn’t have one!

“I would like to give my thanks as well, although I’m not as good with my words as you are, Commander…”

“We know!”

Hiyori yelled from the crowd, causing everyone to burst into laughter. You yourself snicker, grinning at her comment. It felt nourishing, as if you were living your revenge through the girl. 

Despite your dire attempts of masking your emotion, Matsumoto seemed to look straight through you.

“Come on, let's go outside.”

Her pale palm tenderly held your wrist as everyone began to chat once more, and you solemnly followed. You talked with her outside whilst you both sat on a curb adjacent to the road, explaining everything that had just happened whilst you lied on her shoulder.

“Geez… What a rough night. I’m sorry.” Rangiku frowned, sighing as she squeezed your hand. You shook your head, adamantly dismissing her apology.  “Don’t be, it’s not your fault.”

You suddenly perceive Hisagi and Aizen in the corner of your eye, Shuuhei’s grip on his wrist seeming quite harsh and ragged. You lifted a hand to wave to the both of them, mustering out a polite smile.  “Leaving so soon?” Hisagi frowned at your query, looking to the side whilst he mumbled an answer.

“I guess.”

Sosuke just gave a placid smirk, lifting his free arm to acknowledge your dismissal. You give a solemn goodbye to both, noticing the new scratch on Aizen’s neck, perplexed however too caught up in your thoughts to think too fervently about it.

The amount of time your eyes locked for felt far too long, yet somehow far too short at the same time, as you were unable to take your eyes off of him and the new wound present on his neck.

 ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

“I see your temper management is as substandard as ever.” The chestnut haired man chuckled, sliding his hands into his pant pockets as he sauntered up the stairs and paused beside a culpable Urahara.

A fire ignited in the solemn man's soul suddenly once more, Kisuke turning sharply to face him.

“I could banish you from every world right now if it were my will, I would choose my words carefully.” “Had you learned to not run your mouth like that and instead used your wit to do something beneficial for this world I would have perhaps been bothered to choose my words carefully.” Sosuke chuckled under his breath, shaking his head in amusement as he brought forth a cigarette from his pocket and began to walk off.

“Are you involved in this?” Kisuke turned to look at him, causing him to pause as Urahara approached him menacingly. 

“The real question is, are you?” Sosuke turned his head to the side to look at Kisuke, giving a placid yet cunning stare in levity through the single strand spilled unto his sharp features.

Abruptly, the blonde stormed up to Sosuke, snatching his collar and turning it towards him.

“You think you’re so much better than everyone? I’ll remind you to stay in your place.” Urahara’s nails aggressively scratched Aizen’s throat as he pulled him forward, looking him in the eye. 

“I think you’re the one who needs a reminder to stay in their place, Kisuke.” Aizen grinned, yet his one eyed glare was murderous as he retaliated by grabbing his face and squeezing it tight, ensuring his leer was locked onto Urahara intimidatingly. 

“What the hell guys, come on.” Yoruichi sighed, rubbing her face as she shoved the two apart. She snatched Sosuke’s wrists and latched them behind his back, enhancing his Reiatsu cuffs and weakening him.

“What do you want from my sister?”

Aizen paused, turning to the side to look at Yoruichi through the bronze lock that hooked onto his face once more. “Nothing. I’m just an amused observer. And I don’t think the title of ‘her sister’ pertains to you.”

Her grip tightened further in vexation, appalled at his snarky comment. “Don’t test me. You’re on thin ice.”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

a/n

guys pleasee give me criticisms for this chapter ! idk how i feel about it. let me know ur thoughts !!

happy reading <3

sumi

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ part one: Aizen, Byakuya, Ukitake, Shunsui, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUryu, Äs, Kenpachi.

♡ tw: pregnancy symptoms. fluff, a lot of fluff. ♡ wc: mini scenarios ~3k total. ♡ coming next in part two ➛ kisuke, shuuhei, shinji, ichigo, ryuuken ➛ you can request for others.

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞. The man that has everything planned, widened  his chocolate orbs once the unexpected happened. It didn’t take him much to discover the truth, not because you wanted to hide it but because it was clear to him. Your body had changed; the little differences in your physique didn’t match the characteristics he had studied so exhaustingly about you. Those weren’t normal fluctuations in weight nor your cups size. But mostly, he noticed it on the way your hips slightly began to adapt to prepare for nine months ahead. Something that, inside of his own twisted thoughts, made his heart beat go faster.  

The black tea he was sipping that morning fogged his glasses, he still uses them to read. However, the many technical and biological aspects of hollowification were set aside for as long as you watched through the windows of squad five on an autumn day. Sosuke took his glasses off and stood up, as always, in the only way he knows how to… dominantly, like there was nothing nor anybody above himself. Big hands reached for your hip bones, nose that traced a perfect warmth path from the crook of your neck to your ear. “How many weeks?” he asked, because he knew. “I am not sure… are you mad?” you asked back, knowing this could potentially ruin his plans. “Hmm…Mad…? How could I?” he answered. You watched his smile suddenly go from a smirk to a soft, soft expression. Sosuke melt, Sosuke felt like he wasn’t as lonely in this world as he used to think he was…

𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚. Mornings have never been really lively; those days in which he calmly sat on his special chair, drinking his tea while you still stay in bed suddenly got interrupted by a rather suspicious behaviour coming from you. Two mornings in which you ran to the bathroom covering your mouth were enough to set the alarms for the Kuchiki clan head. “She is sick. SHE IS SICK” he panicked. Not again, not again…  he felt once again the fright, the fear of losing his lover. Byakuya didn’t need much more to ask you, however the idea of pregnancy -even for one of the most intelligent minds of the Seireitei- never crossed his mind.  By the third day, in which you thought you could run faster than him, his foot stopped the door from closing. “I called Dr. Yamada Seinosuke, he is coming to check on you” those cold words sounded like an order, yet, he was as scared as a lonely child. Byakuya felt unable to express any other feeling, if any at all. All the progress he made, seemed to be lost in just a matter of seconds. His hands couldn’t touch you; his arms couldn’t hold you. Deep blue eyes had turned every shade of black, and once again he felt himself drowning into the deepest waters of his  inner world. “I am not sick, Byakuya…” you murmured, after washing your mouth with a soft smile and your hands over your belly. “I’m sure you can quite understand why I am feeling this way…” Oh, how to repeat the way those deep blue eyes suddenly became the colour of a summer sky.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐔𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞. You weren’t nauseous. You didn’t even notice at first. But he did. Somehow, without even knowing, every night in your sleep your hands reached for his and dragged them to your belly. It was as if you were asking him to protect something sacred. And he could tell a piece of his own soul nested in yours, safely resting, surrounded by the purest love. His long locks rained on your cheek, on that morning in which snow as white as them covered the green hills of the Seireitei. “I am sure there is something you need to tell me…” he whispered, caressing your cheek with the softest kiss. “Wh-wha-t….?” your lips began to tremble, many tears sprouted from your sleepy eyes. It was as if those words where the sudden revelation of something “you didn’t know you already knew” “I will protect both of you, even if it might cost my life… you two will be always first”

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢. He noticed something had changed the moment he came home and discovered you sleeping on the couch made into a ball. What is happening with his lively sweet doll? Why is she sad? What is going on? “Honey… what is going on? I’m sorry it took me a little bit more to come back home, being the general Taicho keeps me a lot more busier…” he sadly whispered in your ear, as he lifted you up and carried you to bed. The scent of his skin immediately brings a soothing effect to your unknown cause of anguish. You were a total mess of emotions that you couldn’t handle all alone, and you didn’t even know why it was happening to you. Shunsui put you in bed, and when he got inside the sheets you immediately snuggled against his wide chest. “I… I don’t know why I am so sad, but I’m so glad you are back” you whispered, kissing a patch of slight caramel skin. His hands instantly landed on the crown of your head, pulling you closer, surrounding you with the type of paternal care and protection he had always had. “You know, maybe it is that time of the month…” he dared to murmur, sure he was about to get a soft punch coming from you. Of course, not everything In a woman’s life has to do with her… hormones… You widened your eyes, blinking rapidly while looking at a clueless Kyoraku. “I… it’s- been- two months…” your lips trembled. You suddenly realized that, while lost into nightly sex sessions with him, your period -nor Shunsui’s cream pie kink- represented a problem to you. “YOU DON’T MEAN… YOU – AM I GOING TO BE A DADDY????? I AM GONNA BE A DADDY!!!! CALL ME DADDY, OK?” “Shunsui, for the love of God… I need to take a test- we-” you giggled, still amazed and unsure but excited.  

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢. Carrying every child he could find in the Seireitei on his shoulders, Kenpachi is the ultimate father. He doesn’t even have to try. He never cared for your period, it never represented something that could stop him to love you and your body. In fact, the messier the better. However, those moments began to be absent, and he didn’t take much to realize. During that spring night, in which he indulged in some sake with his subordinates, he suddenly popped a question to them. “Oi, my woman hasn’t got her period in two months… what the fuck?” Yumichika choked with his drink, while Ikkaku definitely spitted all the contents of his mouth in a violent motion. “TAICHO?” the beautiful Shinigami asked, once he had recovered the composure. “TAICHO… ARE YOU SURE?” he continued. “Yeah. What is it?” Zaraki asked, confused by their sudden reaction -and honestly about to laugh at Ikakku turning red, even his head, from how much he was coughing- “She could be pregnant, Taicho… are you gonna be a father?” Yumichika assumed, particularly amazed by how his captain was asking something so important and yet so obvious as if it was nothing. Kenpachi’s eyes suddenly turned from wild to more softened ones. He left the sake bottle down and stood up. With no words said, he left, leaving his subordinates astonished. A loud thump on the door, woke you up all of a sudden. You sit down on the bed, not sure whether to grab your zanpakuto or not until you noticed the topping huge silhouette of your brute lover. “Kenny, the fuck is going on?” you ask, while grazing your right eye. “ARE YOU PREGNANT WOMAN?” he asked, shouting, and desperately requiring for you to give him the truth. You gasp. You hadn’t even taken a test yet and even if it was pretty possible, how did he notice? “HOW? I DON’T KNOW YET” you told him, urging him to close the door. You didn’t really want the whole barracks to know. Kenny sat right by your side and cupped you to his lap. “Come’ere…” he murmured, nuzzling on your hair. He was holding you with the care someone would have to grab a piece of silk paper. He scoffed, sweetly with his eyes shut and a big smile adorning his sharp manly features. “Nhh… yes, yes yes yes!!!” he celebrated, ripping the most beautiful smile from your lips.

𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮. “Dr. Ishida, you have another patient” his secretary informed him by the end of his shift. “I have received every kid on the agenda for the day, is it urgent?” Uryu asked, he was used to treating kids whenever there was an emergency. Some paediatric patients can’t wait. “Well, is not urgent but the mother requested me with urgency that you please take a look at her baby” she said, walking into his office with two papers in her hands. She handed them to Uryu who soon discovered the next patient wasn’t even born yet. “But… (secretary name), this is a pregnancy test… I am not an obstetrician I shouldn’t- plus, whose tests are these? They don’t even have the name of the patient” the Quincy doctor stood up, a little annoyed and confused. “The patient is waiting on the ultrasound room; she has been already connected to the heart monitor by Nurse Inoue. Just please give the preggo lady a look. She specifically requested for a check-up by Dr. Ishida Uryuu” the secretary said, giggling and leaving the room as fast as possible. Uryuu remained silent for a few minutes, listening to those accelerated heartbeats coming from a few doors away. Even if he is a peadiatrician, OB and Neo are also located in the same floor as his, in his father’s hospital. He smiled sweetly, the sound of a new life thriving to become a beloved child in some months always melts his heart. He should go back home soon, but he couldn’t help it… there was something in that sweet beating melody that put a big smile on his face and called him to listen to it for a longer time. He put his coat on and thought of texting you “I’ll be home in a couple of minutes, just an urgent consult and I’ll be free” but he didn’t. He thought you were tired of excuses and him coming home late. Cleaning his glasses, he entered the ultrasound room, presenting himself without taking a look at the patient immediately. “Good afternoon, I’m Dr. Ishida. The secretary told me you request- (Name)…?” he stopped his words, discovering your barely bumpy belly and the sound of that heart coming from within you. “Good afternoon, Dr. Ishida. Would you like to meet the love of your life?” His eyes become waterfalls, Uryuu couldn’t move for a couple of seconds. He then, sat right by your side and with a soft peck on your lips, he whispered a heartfelt “Thank you, my love”…

𝐀̈𝐬 𝐍𝐨̈𝐝𝐭.

There was a time, where things were different. Where Äs didn’t feel pain, nor loneliness. A different outcome, where his body cured and the first steps out of that hospital were given holding her warm hand in his. No pain, no war, nor powers, nor Kings. It had been difficult to adapt for him; he didn’t know exactly what it was to make love. But he learned, naturally, by the calling of his heart and his needs. He also didn’t know what it was to love and be loved, but he discovered he didn’t need to try with you. And slowly but surely, a new family of you and him, happened. “Do you think I could be a good father someday?” he asked, while playing with your hair on a very orange sunset in the garden of your little house. “You wanna be a father, Äs?” you asked back, a little surprised by the right timing of his questioning. “I am a little scared… well, not a little… I am afraid of not being able to be one” he answered, looking right towards the fiery clouds of an autumn afternoon. His paler complexion, kissed by the dying sun rays, reminded you of those days in which it was too painful to be touched; and how hope was all that it was needed to progress. You look towards the crunchy leaves underneath your feet, and then grabbed his slim cold hand. “Follow me inside, there is something I need to show you…” “My dear Äs, I am about to grant you with a big power right now. Would you accept it?” you ask, covering his eyes with a black face mask that had been hanging there since covid. “What- yes? But what is it? You are scaring me” he murmured, confused. “Give me your hands” you ordered him, depositing something fluffy on his palms. When you took off the mask off his face, his black orbs fixed on the white pair of booties on his hands. “This…” “I am giving you a very strong power, the “F” one… Äs, you are gonna be a father… a fantastic father”

[gallusrostromegalus]

I noticed when reading through all your worldbuilding stuff a bit ago that you changed from having isshin remember some stuff to not remembering shit and while i am absolutely not complaining, im curious why I out changed it? Like, cool either way, I'm just interested in the process ^^

I did and did not change it?

Amnesia is almost never a total void- it's more common for people to have SOME memories, but a total lack of context- the memories play out like a movie scene, but the person has no idea who the people in it are, or why they're doing that.

So Isshin has... some memories, but no context for them. He remembers a family member named Kaien- was that his cousin? A young uncle? A neighbor? He's not sure. He remembers a scary old man and some kid and the world's most annoying woman (affectionate), but he doesn't know who they are or how he knows them.

He also has memories of monsters, and the lore about how to avoid and destroy them- was it something Masaki told him, when they were both recovering in the hospital after his accident? Or something older? He doesn't remember.

Ichigo's taxidermy cat starts talking and walkign around and says his name is "Kon" and he's something called a "Mod Soul". Isshin thought that was a subgenre of music, but something about Kon's story follows a pattern of... something. Who knows what.

There's something familiar about the girl Ichigo brings home one night- his classmate, Rukia, who he found sleeping rough, can she stay here? Of course she can! Isshin has a good feeling about her, but heaven knows why.

Ichigo is going through something that he's weirdly reluctant to talk about- all boys get weird during puberty, but locking himself in his room or hanging out on the roof for hours on end, talking to himself? Odd, even for Ichigo. Especially when Isshin tries to eavesdrop on the conversation and it sounds like Ichigo is talking to an unseen friend- this "Zangetsu" guy. Why does that name sound familar? Why does Isshin even try to remember anymore?

Something is wrong. Something is terribly catastrophically wrong. Kon has been Piloting Ichigo's body for DAYS and won't say where his son's spirit has gone. He was doing the dishes and then suddenly... woke up on the kitchen floor. Karin and Yuzu are sluggish, all feeling like they'd been drugged. There's people asleep in the street. There's a terrible, heavy feeling in the air, like an impending hurricaine, despite the clear blue sky. Isshin is running to the hospital- if everyone's been knocked out, there's nobody watching the ICU, or what if someone was doing surgery when this happened-?

There's a man in the road.

"Shiba? Is that you? Is Destiny serving everything to me today?" he calls out, laughing. He's handsome, with a smooth voice and disarming smile. In the surroundings, it makes Isshin's skin crawl.

"...Don't you remember me, Captain Shiba?" the man asks, sounding vaguely disappointed.

Isshin absolutely does not. But he knows, deep in his bones, that this is a wicked, evil man. And that he doesn't have a chance against him, save for one thing- a ripple, less than half a sense of something, but a man knows his son in any shape, coming up behind the man at speed, he just needs an opening.

"OH HEY!" Isshin says, like catching sigh of a co-worker in the grocery store and shouting the first name that comes to mind because somehow he knows this will make the wicked man apoplectic with rage and blind to Ichigo's rapid approach. "URAHARA! KISUKE URAHARA I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU FOR AGES!"

[truelotus]

“𝐈𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋” — 03

Yandere! Sosuke Aizen X F! Reader

TW: Smut/ lemon, 18+ content or mature content

The spark between you and Sosuke continued on even after visiting the cave together, things have gotten a lot serious ever since. There was no need to label what you were. There was a clear connection and loyalty between you both.

Though ever since visiting that cave together, things around you seemed to be different..

It’s hard to explain but, men who have interacted with you seemed to disappear from existence the day after or whenever. Were you some kind of bad luck towards men?

Just a couple days ago, you stopped by a dango stop. It was a stand you often visited when heading out for a mission. You knew the owners son had a small crush on you but you chose to ignore it. Just to be able to enjoy the dangos you ate.

But.. the last visit you made, he gave you a beautiful single rose as a gift. You accepted it out of kindness, and again choosing to ignore the blush on his face as he gifted it to you.

Then you revisited the other day, the owner had a depressing aura surrounding him. You couldn’t help but be worried and ask him what had happened.

“Is everything alright? You seem to be down.” You said as you put your hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort the old man.

“Not exactly.. my son.. he passed away the other night. He was..murdered” Causing you to gasp.

You were so deep in thought you didn’t realize that Sosuke had snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your head.

“Is something the matter, darling?” His voice brought you back to the present, you blushed when he called you darling, you were like a teenager fan girling over him when he used that pet name.

“Oh no, I was just thinking.” He pulled away as you turned around, you then placed a gentle kiss upon his jawline.

“Well.. I’m aware that you’ve been quite busy, darling. However, I have some plans for us tonight. The festival and all, do you think you’ll be able to make it happen?” he said in a soft and calming tone.

“Of course I can! I’ll always find time for you Sosuke. You know it.” He chuckled lightly, then placing a kiss on your glossy lips.

“That’s splendid.”

“Let me go get my captain, I need to inform him about the meeting for today. Though I doubt he will be attending.. You know how my captain is.” You were just about to leave your office to fetch him, just for Sosuke to grab your hand, pulling you back to him.

It was such a quick moment, somehow he spun you around, your face was right to his chest.

“Sosuke..?”

“I actually needed your assistance with.. something else.” You titled your head slightly, confused on what on earth he was talking about. But just then you could feel something hard touching your thigh.

“Oh my.”

“I apologize.. It’s been quite some time since I’ve last felt your touch. As you can see I am very.. touch starved for you.”

“Of course, Sosuke.”

It was almost embarrassing on how quickly you stripped yourself down for this man, Sosuke could feel himself getting harder just by watching you strip down for him.

He loved how devoted you were to him, if he wanted a handjob while he worked on paperwork, you’d do it, if he wanted you to give him a blowjob while there was someone in his office, you’d do it. You did everything for him and with no complaints.

“Beautiful. As always.” He said as he placed his hands onto your hips, looking at yours curves and beauty.

You are his prize possession, you are his everything, you are to be flaunted to the whole universe. If everything goes accordingly to plan, you will be. You will be the queen that everyone praises, he will do everything in his power to make you the queen of his new world. Everything just has to go according to his plan.

In a swift movement, he bent you over your desk. He bent down a bit just to see your pretty little cunt.

“You’re dripping already.” He stuck his tongue out, licking your cunt. Causing shivers down your spine. “Please.. Sosuke.”

He stood back up so he could get his cock out, “I’ll fill you up just nicely.” You could feel his hard tip at the entrance of your wet cunt, slowly, he entered inside.

He fit you like a glove.. your walls clamped down onto him, making him throw his head back. “I can never get enough of you.” Slowly, he started to thrust himself into you.

Your hands gripped onto your desk, your breasts laid out onto your desk. The room was filled with your lustful moans. “S-Sosuke..” You moaned out his name.

You felt his sex twitch inside you as you moaned out his name, gosh he fucking loved when you moaned his name like that. “That’s right..huff—say my name just like that.”

You could feel his thrusts getting faster, and with each thrust, he hit that perfect spot of yours. He knew very well how to make you feel amazing.

He absolutely loved fucking you from behind, though he can’t see your beautiful face, he gets to see your ass jiggle with each thrust he made.

He put his hands onto your ass, gripping onto your cheeks. You let out louder moans, you were beginning to get too loud..

Aizen removed one of his hands from your ass, he used his free hand to shove two of his fingers into your mouth, “People will hear you..” He leaned over, whispering into your ear while fucking your cunt.

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You gagged on his fingers when he shoved them deeper into your mouth. “I bet you would.. you want people to hear you getting fucked like a dirty slut.” He used his other hand to smack your ass.

Causing you yelp out, even with fingers shoved in your mouth. He took his fingers out of your mouth but then grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back.

“O-Oh..F-Fuck..!” Your words were shaky just from how hard Sosuke’s cock was fucking you. You could feel yourself about to come soon.

“Sosuke.. I’m about to..”

“Hah.. I know.. me too.” He could feel himself about to finish, your walls clamped onto his cock, making him groan.

And just like that, your juices were all over his cock, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, slobber slightly coming out of your mouth when coming.

“Look at that..” He looked down to see your juices all over his dick, what a beautiful scenery to him.

“Oh fuck..”

He was now finishing up too, he did a quick more thrusts into your cunt before he came inside you, he stopped all his movements, he stayed still inside of you just to make sure your sweet cunt was filled to the brim.

“You took me so well.” He placed a kiss on your shoulder, giving you a quick smack on your ass before pulling out.

He bent down to see your cunt in all it’s glory, seeing his semen spill out of you pleased him. “Beautiful.” He said as he stood back up, you looked awfully exhausted.

“Come on darling.. we still have a meeting to attend you. Go on and get your captain.”

You straightened yourself up, legs wobbly, you could still feel his cock inside of you but it wasn’t actually inside of you. “O-Okay..” You collected your clothes that were on the floor, dressing yourself up.

[imaginingbleach]

Happy Birthday to Sosuke Aizen~!

Takes place during his captain years. No gender specified; not specifically stated that reader is a soul reaper or not; Sosuke is reader's husband; not proof read forgive me

His marriage to you was more for convenience sake, helping fluff up his reputation as a soft and caring captain, but... Sometimes it seemed like more.

It was a rare occasion where you had awoken before your husband, Sosuke Aizen current captain of Squad 5. He was always so busy with his work that he didn't often have time to sleep in or relax much... So you were surprised to see him still deep asleep when you awoke.

This was great, though! You and always wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed and now you had the opportunity to do so! A silent giggle buzzed in the back of your throat, sneaking away from your shared room and into the kitchen. You knew better than to make anything too complicated-- he wasn't particularly a heavy sleeper and that meant he would be awake before you could finish an elaborate meal...

You proceeded to work as quickly and quietly as you could manage, enjoying the smells that came from the cooked food.

In your room, Sosuke had finally awoken and was sitting up in bed. His hair was a mess and his eyes were still closed, clearly a sign that he was definitely not ready to be dealing with anyone yet. Despite what sleep he got, he felt as if he had gotten none of it. It was no different than laying down to sleep and immediately sitting up. A small quiet groan escaped him, using his fingers to tame the bed head even a little bit.

It was about that time he noticed that you weren't in bed currently, causing him to raise his brow slightly. It showed how bad his sleep had been since he hadn't even stirred when you apparently woke up and left. Your side of the bed was cold from your absence and that's how he knew you had been gone for quite a bit. He sighed and reached for his glasses, getting up and looking for you. That was the normal thing for a spouse to do, right?

That was when he found you putting the finishing touches on breakfast you had tried to surprise him with. He blinked slowly, surprised to find you working so hard on something so simple. It wasn't the fact you were cooking for him, in fact you did that quite often, it more the fact you went so far out of your way to do something for him. To him, it felt pointless to work so hard on something that would be gone within minutes... But that was because he was always looking at things practically or in the sense of how it could further his future plans.

"Good morning," he would call out with your name, giving his usual smile. "I hope you weren't waiting long for me." He knew you had just finished... Still, he had appearances to keep up. He hadn't seen the point or need to use his Kyoka Suigetsu on you, so he just took extra precautions when playing the loving husband.

"Eek! Oh! Sosuke, you scared me!" You whined softly and turned towards him, smiling awkwardly. "I was going to bring it to you... I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed for your birthday!"

Blink.

"Oh, it's my birthday, isn't it?" He had genuinely forgotten with all the work and secret planning he had to do.

"Yes! Silly! Well, I guess I can't surprise you with breakfast, but I'm sure my present will surprise you!"

"You didn't need to do that..." He would smile softly at you, gently petting your hair down. He proceeded to help you take the food to the table, sitting down and eating with you. At least now he understood why people were acting a bit strange around him in the last week or so. They were likely talking about what they should get him as a birthday present...

He had been so in thought about how he would have to proceed with interactions for the rest of the day that he hadn't noticed you put a small box in front of him. "What is this?" he would ask when he finally noticed it.

"It's your birthday present! I know it's not exactly the biggest or the most extravagant, but... I hope you like it." You smiled sweetly, excited for him to open it.

"I don't know how many times I've told you that you don't need to get me presents, but I appreciate it," he would explain with a small smile. He would carefully peel off the wrapping paper and open the small box to find a necklace inside. It was a simple silver chain with two charms hanging from it; the two being astrological signs. He blinked quietly for a moment, looking up at you.

"There are two?" He held the necklace up, showing off the fact it had the two charms on it.

"Yes!" You chirped out happily, smiling softly. "One... Is for your sign and the other is mine," you explained, looking away with slight embarrassment.

It was genuinely a very sweet gesture. He glanced at it more carefully for a bit longer, unsure what to call the emotion that had stirred inside of him. Instead of dwelling on it, he merely thanked you and put the necklace on quietly. Your eyes practically sparkled when he put it on, happy that he enjoyed your gift.

Your reaction solidified to him that he had made the right choice as your loving husband.

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Unknown to you, no one had ever gotten to see the necklace you had worked so hard to pick out for him. He had made the conscious decision to hide that from his peers who had been under the effects of Kyoka Suigetsu.

One regret he had come to realize he had... was leaving you behind. He knew you would disagree with his plans, so he had no choice... And, at the time, he believed he was only with you for the fake image he had created for himself...

Yet, there he sat, in his throne in Las Noches, looking at the necklace you had gotten for him so long ago. His own little private treasure he refused to share with the world. Between the two zodiac symbols was now his wedding ring, showing the life he took for granted when he had it.

Perhaps should your fates align in the right way once more, he would tell you exactly how much you meant to him. Perhaps.