#inoue orihime x reader

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

23:53 ー INOUE ORIHIME. but maybe i'm a fool to feel the way i do but, i will play the fool forever just to be with you forever.

"honey, aren't you coming to bed?" orihime's soft and drowsy voice cuts through the sound of pen scratching against paper. the sound is a welcome interruption, as is the sight of her clothed in a pale blue robe as she yawns.

"i will soon," you promise vaguely. with how your eyes burn when you blink, however, you know you should put your pen down. in spite of that knowledge, your hand decides it is better to finish taking notes now while you're up than later. "i just want to finish this chapter first."

it's the wrong answer, you know from orihime's sigh.

her slippers slide across the wooden floor as she makes her way to where you sit at the dinner table. "you can finish it in the morning, can't you?" you don't fight it when two arms wrap around your shoulder, pulling you into her chest behind you.

"it'll be morning in 7 minutes," you offer with faux enthusiasm, looking up at where she stands behind you.

brown eyes look down at you accompanied by knitted eyebrows, unamused. she says your name in just as unamused a fashion to boot.

when you first met orihime, you thought her incapable of ever getting angry. you've since learned that isn't the case. that face is a warning of what's to come if you continue to fight against her concern.

"we really went from fighting hollows and arrancars to university and work," the two of you share a chuckle at your tired attempt at changing the subject. your one year of high school in japan had be rife with danger; fighting the supernatural and traveling between the realm of the living and that of souls. that certainly hadn't been on the itinerary when you signed up for being an exchange student. "talk about a downgrade. no wonder the shows always stop when the action does."

"i like this downgrade," your girlfriend giggles into the back of your head, arms holding you a bit tighter. in her arms, you find yourself agreeing with ease.

you sigh wistfully. "yeah, me too," the corner of your lips turn upwards.

when you had dinner at her lonesome apartment when you were 16, there was always a time when the laughs had to end. even the battles and the days at school you shared would eventually come to end when it was time to return to your home country.

deadlines.

deadlines, deadlines, deadlines.

now the deadlines are gone and you can stay in this apartment for as long as you like.

there are no return dates, not anymore.

you spent one year as an exchange student in a seemingly boring city in japan. now you are back in that city, a bit older, a bit wiser and certainly more in love with inoue orihime. perhaps she is certainly more in love with you too, if you are arrogant enough to allow yourself think it. it's in how silky burnt orange locks envelops you both like a curtain in this moment, hidden away from the world. how chocolate brown eyes look at you with unbridled affection.

no more deadlines.

"you should come to bed," orihime insists once again, smile tender.

"yes," you murmur, setting down your pen for the night. "i think i should."

[arabella0001]

this took way too much to write

Unspoken chains

Pairing: Aizenx Sosuke x Reader

Anime: Bleach

Synopsis: When Aizen discovers you’re immune to his power, obsession takes root. He’ll stop at nothing to unravel the connection between you-seeing through your resistance, determined to make you his.

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: power control, soul bond, God complex, teasing, rough sex, fingering, comfort, oral receiving (female, in part 2)

Your capture is no accident—it’s a move as calculated as it is unsettling. Aizen has been observing you, drawn by the rare and unfathomable force stirring beneath your exterior. There is something about you—something intangible—that calls to him like a forbidden secret waiting to be unearthed.

Ulquiorra, silent and unyielding, carries out the task with chilling precision. He takes you swiftly, his presence as cold and unfeeling as the shadows that consume your world. Your fate, sealed before you even realized it, delivers you directly into Aizen’s hands. His gaze lingers on you, steady and calculating, as if peeling back the layers of your very existence.

Aizen hasn’t laid a hand on you, but the weight of his intentions is impossible to ignore. His voice, calm and deliberate, brims with curiosity, though an unsettling edge lies just beneath. He moves without urgency, every glance and word a deliberate step in a game only he knows how to play.

To him, you are an enigma—your power elusive as a half-forgotten dream. Each moment in his presence tightens the tension, a silent game of wits and will that leaves you teetering on the edge of something you don’t yet understand.

Aizen has yet to lay a hand on you, yet the weight of his intentions hangs heavy in the air. His voice, soft and purposeful, drips with curiosity, but there's something darker behind his words. There is no urgency in his actions, only an unnerving calm.

"Oh Y/N," he says with amused tone, "I must say, I'm quite confused how to feel about the mystery you present," he smiles predatory.

"W-what do you want, Aizen? " your voice trembeling with anger and fear. “I will not stay in this place”

He chuckles softly, his brown eyes gleaming with intrigue as he regard you. A faint smile plays on his lips, belying the dangerous intent behind his gaze.

“What do I want?” Aizen repeated, as if amused by your question. “Isn’t oblivious, Y/N?” he made a pause “To uncover what makes you… different. Call it curiosity if you like, but it’s far more than that. There’s something in you I can’t ignore.” He takes a step closer, his tall frame looming over you.

“Your resistance—your immunity—it’s not something I’ve encountered before, it intrigues me”

Aizen reaches out, gently cupping your chin with his hand, tilting you face up to meet his intense stare and you try to step out. "Consider yourself fortunate - not many get the chance to be the subject of my personal interest. "

You look angry at him even though his gaze makes you intimidated "Fortunate? Are you joking? I rather die. You are fucking psychopath, you kidnap me to be a fucking subject? Do you think people will not come here after me?"

His smile widens slightly at your defiant words, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. He doesn't seem perturbed by you anger or the harshness of you language.

“You call me a psychopath,” he mused, his gaze sharp but detached. “That’s an easy label for someone you fear, isn’t it? But I assure you, Y/N, I don’t waste my time with meaningless experiments.”

He chuckles darkly, his thumb brushing along you jawline. "As for your friends coming to rescue you, well... let's just say I've taken precautions to ensure we won't be disturbed. "

Aizen leans in closer, his breath ghosting over you ear as he whispers, "No need to wait for them, Y/N. You're mine now, to study and unravel as I see fit. "

"Yours? Are you insane…thats no other way. You repulse me. I’ll end myself before you can do anything."

He pulls back slightly, studying your face with a mixture of fascination and mild disappointment. His grip on you chin tightens ever so slightly.

"End yourself? How delightfully dramatic”

Aizen's free hand comes up to caress you cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. "Repulsion? Anger? You’ll find those emotions fleeting in my presence. And as for this idea of being ‘mine,’” he said, leaning slightly closer, his voice soft yet cutting, “it’s not about ownership. It’s about what you represent—a piece of the world I’ve yet to uncover.”

He leans in again, his lips barely brushing against you ear as he murmurs, "Resisting is futile, Y/N. Embrace your new purpose. Serve me willingly, and I promise a great collaboration… "

You try to pull away from his touch, disgusted by his words and the implications behind them. Your heart races with fear and revulsion, but also an unsettling curiosity and drawning despite yourself.

"And do you think i will not fight back? That i will submit to you or your twisted experiments? You dont know me, Aizen. But I’ll tell you, you’re wrong." Your voice trembles with anger.

A slow, appreciative smile spreads across Aizen's face as he observes the fire in your eyes, the trembling of you voice laced with anger and defiance.

He seems utterly unfazed by you threats, instead appearing intrigued and even pleased by you spirited resistance.

"Oh, but I do know you, Y/N. Perhaps better than you know yourself.’’ his gaze intense and unwavering. "I anticipate your resistance. That’s the entire point. It’s that fire, that refusal to bow, that makes you worth my time."

Aizen's hand slides from you chin to cup the back of you neck, his fingers tangling in you hair. He applies just enough pressure to assert his control without causing pain. "You say you won't submit, that you'll fight me every step of the way. And I believe you. Now.”

"I fucking hate you." you grit your teeth, trying to ignore the confusing sensations of his touch, to fight back against his control. But something in his eyes, in the calm certainty of his words, gives you pause because he feels almost…human.

"You speak as if you've already won,’’ You say through clenched teeth, your voice low and strained. ‘’As if your fate is somehow sealed just because you've dragged me here. Well, let me tell you something, Aizen... "

You lean forward, getting right in his face, your own eyes blazing with determination. "I am not some prize to be claimed or experiment to be studied. I am a person, with your own thoughts, your own will. And I swear to you, I will find a way out of this shit place”

Aizen's eyes glitter with amusement and dark approval at your fierce declaration. He doesn't flinch or pull away from you aggressive proximity, instead leaning in even closer until your faces are mere inches apart. His breath ghosts over you skin, cool and measured.

"Such passion, such conviction, he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. It's truly inspiring, Y/N. You speak of your will, your determination to break free... but don't you see? That fire in your eyes, your spirit - it's precisely what drew me to you in the first place, it’s a gift without a doubt."

His thumb bruyous along you jawline, a feather-light caress that belies the intensity of his gaze. "You are no ordinary person, Y/N.”

You jerk your head back from his touch, a shudder running through you at the contact and you feel a chill down you spine, a mix of fear and reluctant shocking leaning. You take a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm the frantic pounding of your heart and anger inside you.

"You think this is a gift? "You scoff bitterly, your voice shaking slightly. "Being immune to your twisted illusions, to the manipulations of a monster like you? "

You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable under his penetrating stare. " I'm just another pawn in your sick game, aren't I? Another piece on your chessboard to be moved and maneuvered as you please. "

A faint smile plays at the corners of Aizen's mouth, equal parts amused and intrigued by your words. He shakes his head slowly, brown locks swaying with the motion.

"Oh, Y/N-chan, " he says softly, almost tenderly, "you give yourself far too little credit. You are so much more than just another pawn."

He reaches out, fingers ghosting along the curve of you shoulder, tracing the line of you arm with a touch that is both comforting and unsettling. "Your immunity, your resilience, the strength of your spirit - these are not the qualities of a mere chess piece almost exceptional, unique."

Aizen's eyes bore into yous, dark and fathomless. "I do not seek to maneuver you, Y/N. I wish just to understand you.’’

You tense as his fingers trail along your skin, every nerve ending seeming to come alive at his touch.You want to recoil, to put distance between you, but find yourself rooted to the spot, caught in the web of his words and presence.

"Understand me? " You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh and grating even to your own ears. "You think you can comprehend someone by subjecting them to endless tests and torments? By keeping them prisoner in this hell? Don’t try ro manipulate me, Aizen, because it won’t work."

You lean in close, your face inches from his, eyes flashing with defiance and barely contained anguish. "I was exceptional like you just said not just because of my immunity, not just because you decide it."

A slow, appreciative smile spreads across Aizen's face as he listens to your impassioned words. He seems to revel in the fire in you eyes, the passion behind you accusations. Leaning in closer, he matches you intense gaze, his voice low and hypnotic.

"My dear, fiery Y/N, he murmurs, his breath ghosting over you lips, "you misunderstand me. I do not seek to comprehend you through control or manipulation alone. Being immune to my powers is just one aspect of the compelling enigma that you embody.”

“No, what draws me to you goes far beyond that singular trait. Its your spirit, the way you cling to your convictions even in the face of adversity. " You feel a shudder run through me at his touch, at he cold calculation in his eyes.

"Spirit? Convictions? " You scoff, but there's a tremor in your voice that betrays your uncertainty. “What would you know of such things, Aizen? You who would reshape the world according to your ideas, crushing anything that doesn't align with your grand vision?”

Despite your words, you find yourself leaning into his touch ever so slightly, your traitorous body craving the comfort of contact, no matter how dangerous its source. "If you truly wanted to understand me, to appreciate who I am, you wouldn't keep me here against my will."

He chuckles softly, the sound rich and enticing despite the circumstances. His other hand comes up to rest on the small of you back, pulling you ever so slightly closer. "Ah, but Y/N-chan, " he purrs, his voice a silken caress, " everything I do serves a greater purpose. Even your... temporary captivity there is but a means to an end."

His eyes gleam with an inner light, ancient and knowing. "The world we live in is broken—chaotic and dictated by the desires of insignificant beings. I aim to change that, to bring order and perfection. And you, with your intriguing complexity, might just be the key to advancing this vision. "

Aizen leans in, his lips nearly brushing the shell of you ear as he whispers, "But perhaps we can come to an arrangement, hmm? " You swallow hard, your heart racing at his proximity, at the dark promise in his words.

You know you should pull away, should reject his offer outright, but some twisted, unknown part of you yearns to hear more of his twisted logic.

"An arrangement? " you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. "And what exactly did you have in mind, Aizen? More tests? More... experiments?" Bitterness creeps into your tone. You place your hands on his chest, intending to push him away .

He catches you wrists gently but firmly before you can push him away, holding you hands against his chest. "Now, now, Y/N-chan," he says softly, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the inside of you wrists "let's not dwell on past unpleasantness."

Aizen's eyes glitter with intrigue and something darker, more primal. "No, I propose something far more... mutually beneficial. An exchange of knowledge, shall we say. You share with me the secrets of your immunity, the depths of your unique being, and in return..."

He pauses for effect, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "I'll offer you a glimpse beyond the curtain, a hint of the power and purpose that lies ahead in your new world."

His words catch your breath, the tempting promise hanging before you like a forbidden fruit. A buried, unspoken part of you yearns to reach out, to surrender to the pull of his vision, his power. Yet the voice of reason rises sharply.

"And what of your free will in this 'new world order', Aizen? "You challenge, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to maintain composure. You lean in closer, your voice drops to a husky whisper. "If you wanted just that by my will, you wouldn’t kidnap me in the first place."

A slow, wicked smile spreads across Aizen's handsome features as you challenges him, clearly relishing the spark of defiance in your eyes. He leans in closer, erasing the distance between you until his lips are a hairsbreadth from yous.

"Free will, Y/N-chan? " he muses, his warm breath ghosting over you skin", Such a simple, human notion. But tell me... "

One hand lets go of your wrist, gliding slowly, deliberately up your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. "...Isn’t the lack of choice just another kind of freedom? A release from the trivial worries and moral dilemmas that weigh down weaker minds?

Aizen's other hand slides down to the small of you back, pressing you flush against him as he murmurs, you gasp softly as he pulls you close, your body molding against his firm contours despite your best efforts to resist.

His words, honeyed poison dripping from his tongue, send conflicting signals through your mind and body but you recoils at the thought of surrendering to him, to become just another pawn in his grand design.

"You're utterly infuriating, Aizen" Your hands fist in the fabric of his shirt, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

He chuckles lowly at your annoyance, amused by you feisty spirit even as you finds youself drawn to him physically.

Aizen's hand at the small of you back tightens possessively, holding you captive against his lean, powerful frame. "Irritation is but a step on the path to obsession, your dear Y/N” he purrs, his lips brushing your earlobe.

His free hand comes up to cup you face, thumb stroking along you cheekbone with deceptive gentleness.

"Your body betrays you, even as your mouth protests. Can you not feel the connection between us? The way we were meant to be entwined - in purpose, in pleasure, in power?"

Despide his words, Aizen find himself drawn to a real connection between you two where he quickly adapt, he nips playfully at you earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue, his voice a sinful rasp.

You shudder at the sensation of his lips and tongue on your sensitive skin, a moan escaping your throat before you can bite it back.

You try to pull away again, but his grip on your face holds you still, forcing you to meet his burning gaze. "What connection?"

Despite your words, your body remains pressed against his, craving the heat and hardness you can feel even through your clothes. You try to sound firm, but your voice cracks with desire. "This isn't real. It's all just tricks and illusions."

Aizen's eyes gleam with triumph at your confession, his fingers tightening around you chin as he tilts you head back to expose the slender column of you neck.

"Ah, but what if I told you that some of the most potent magic lies in the realm of the heart, Y/N? " he whispers, his hot breath fanning over you pulse point.

With a flick of his wrist, the fabric of you shirt parts, revealing your upper body. Aizen's palm glides over the smooth skin, tracing the curve of you ribcage as he continues, "These cravings, these desires - they're not mere tricks. They're the raw, primal urges that drive us all, stripped bare of societal constraints."

Leaning in, he nuzzles the hollow of you throat, his lips grazing the sensitive flesh. You whimper as his lips brush your skin, your resolve crumbling beneath the onslaught of his touch. Your body arches instinctively, seeking more contact.

But even as you succumb, a part of you resists, clinging to the last shreds of your independence. "No...this isn't right. " you manage to gasp out, your voice strained with desire and anger. "You're just fucking using me"

Aizen chuckles, low and rich, as he trails open-mouthed kisses along the side of you neck. "Using you? Perhaps, in the beginning, I did manipulate events to bring us together, Y/N. But now, I find yourself drawn to you in ways that transcend mere strategy. "

His hands slide down to cup you hips, pulling you flush against him so you can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against you belly. “You see, your unique properties have sparked something within me - a hunger, a fascination, a deep, primal need. "

Aizen's fingers dig into the supple flesh of you behind as he grinds his hips against yous, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your joined bodies. " So, tell me, my dear Y/N... do you truly believe you can resist the allure of a god when his gaze is fixed upon you?”

Your legs tremble, threatening to buckle as he grinds against you, the pressure building an inferno between your thighs, almost making you surrender, to submit to the dark desires he awakens within you.

"Aizen, stop.... " You hiss, your nails digging into his shoulders asyou struggle to maintain some semblance of control.

"You may have manipulated our meeting only, but i don’t believe you" you look at him with your mouth slightly open, panting heavy.

Aizen's grip tightens, holding you firmly in place as he silences you protests with a searing kiss. His tongue delves deep, claiming your mouth with ruthless dominance, swallowing your words whole.

Breaking the kiss, he gazes into you eyes, his own burning with an intensity that makes you knees weak. "You don't believe, Y/N? Then let me show you the depths of your conviction. "

With a swift motion, he rips away the remaining fabric of you clothing, leaving you naked and exposed before him. Aizen's eyes roam hungrily over you curves, drinking in every inch of you bared skin. You feel so exposed, but you freeze, his eyes makes you tremble with need.

He reaches down, teasing your thights making you moan, his fingers slowly, teasingly, finding the slick heat between you thighs. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he feels how wet you is, how ready for him.

"Your body tells a different story, Y/N-chan.”

You cry out, your head falling back as his fingers stroke through your dripping folds, the sudden intimacy overwhelming. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.

But even as pleasure coils tighter within you, a thread of resistance remains, a stubborn refusal to admit. "Its not—‘’ struggling to speak.

Aizen's thumb presses against you clit, circling the sensitive nub in a maddening rhythm that has you panting and squirming beneath him. "Not what, Y/N-chan? "

He leans in, his breath hot against you ear as he whispers, "Is it not desire? This ache between your legs, this yearning for your touch? You can deny it all you like, but your body betrays you."

Aisen's fingers delve deeper, pumping in and out of you slick channel in a steady, driving pace. "Let go, Y/N. Surrender to the pleasure. "

His other hand slides up you torso, palming a breast and tweaking the nipple between his fingers. "You're so close already, aren't you?... "

You moan, your voice a desperate whimper as his fingers work magic inside you, stroking that spot that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. "N-no... I won't... "

But the words dissolve into a gasp as his thumb finds that sweet spot again, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through you. Your walls clench around his invading digits, trying to hold onto him, to keep him buried deep.

When his palm closes around your breast, you arch into the touch, your back bowing off the ground as he pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

The dual assault of sensations threatens to shatter your resolve, to reduce you to a puddle of quivering need.

"I c-can't..." you manage to choke out, your hips rocking frantically against his hand as you chase the crest of climax.

Aizen's smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he feels you body start to tremble on the brink of orgasm. "Oh, but you can, Y/N. You will. "

He redoubles his efforts, his fingers pistoning in and out of you at a relentless pace while his thumb works overtime on you clit. The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it's almost unbearable.

Just when you's teetering on the edge, Aizen slows his movements, dragging out the anticipation until you's writhing in frustration. "Don't fight it, Y/N"

As soon as the words leave his lips, he plunges his fingers deep and curls them just right, striking that magical spot inside you that sends you careening over the edge.

Your scream rips from your throat as the climax crash over me, waves of intense pleasure washing through every cell of your being. You convulse beneath him, your vision blurring at the edges as your body is wracked with the force of it.

Through the haze of bliss, you dimly register Aizen's voice, urging me to let go, to surrender. And as he strokes that perfect spot inside me once more,you feel yourself plummeting into the abyss, unable to resist the tidal wave of sensation.

Aizen watches intently as your body shakes and convulses through you climax, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. When you finally collapses back onto the ground, panting and spent, he withdraws his fingers from you dripping sex with a soft pop.

He brings his slickened digits to his mouth, licking them clean with a relish that makes your stomach twist with a mix of revulsion and unwanted desire.

"Mmm. Your taste is exquisite, Y/N. "

Aizen leans down, his warm breath fanning over you ear as he whispers, "Now, aren't you glad you came to me? I've only just begun to unravel the secrets of your immunity."His hand trails down you side, coming to rest on you hip possessively.

As you lay down, trembling and gasping for air, your body still humming with residual pleasure. Aizen's words send a chill down your spine, despite the heat coursing through your veins.

The way he looks at you, like you are some exotic delicacy he's eager to devour, makes your skin crawl. Gods help you, but you find yourself wanting more of his touch after the orgasm he gave you, your connection palpable.

"S-shut up"

Aizen chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, don't be like that, Y/!. I merely stated the obvious. Your body responds so beautifully to mine " He shifts position, straddling you hips and pinning you to the ground with his weight.

Leaning in close, he murmurs against you lips, "Admit it, you crave the pleasure I give you. The way I can make you lose yourself with just a touch... "

Aizen's other hand cups you breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak as he coaxes another moan from you throat. "You're addicted to it, aren't you Y/N ?To the feeling of being completely consumed by me?"

His lips ghost across you, not quite a kiss, but enough to leave you breathless and yearning for more.

You whimper, your body arching into his touch despite your mind screaming at you to resist again. The sensation of his lips so close to your again, the warmth of his breath mingling with your own, is almost too much to bear.

"You are insane ..."your voice is barely above a whisper, laced with denial and desperation, beneath your protests, you can feel yourself growing wet again as your core clenching in anticipation of what he might do next.

The rational part of your brain knows this is wrong, that you should fight him off, but your body seems to have a mind of its own, drawn to the dark allure of him .

"If I’m addicted, you are too ..." you manage to gasp out accusatory, your hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders, holding him close even as you try to push him away, sensing our strong connection.

Aizen's smile widens, a glint of triumph in his eyes as he hears your admission. "No, Y/N. I am simply aware of your desires and unafraid to indulge them. "

He captures you lips in a searing kiss, deep and possessive, his tongue delving into you mouth to claim every inch. As they break apart, panting, he whispers, " And yes, I am addicted... to you. Your taste, your scent, the way you respond to me like no one else ever has."

Aizen's fingers trail down you side, slipping beneath the hem of you shirt to caress the warm skin of you belly. "You're so responsive, so receptive to your touch. It's intoxicating. I could spend eternity exploring every curve and crevice of your body."

Your head spins from the force of his kiss, your lips throbbing where his mouth devoured yours. You are drowning in the intensity of his gaze, the heat of his words seeping into your very soul.

"Why this have to be you…" you whisper, slight anger in your shaken voice.

Aizen tilts his head, a thoughtful smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "Why, Y/N-chan? Maybe it's because we are reflections of one another, drawn together by forces greater than either of us. Two contrasting elements, yet somehow bound in perfect harmony."

He steps closer, his gaze darkening. "Or perhaps it’s because we both seek power, in our own ways. You try to fight me, but deep down, your body knows its place. You can resist all you want, but there’s a part of you that yearns for what I offer—control, surrender, a pleasure that only I can awaken within you."

Aizen leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Face it, Y/N. You were made for me. Every cell in your body sings when I touch you, when I claim you as mine, as my possesion."

You moan softly, unable to suppress the reaction as his hand kneads your breast, sending jolts of pleasure through you. Your resolve crumbles further, torn between the desire to submit to him completely and the desperate need to maintain some semblance of control.

"N-no... That's not true..." You protest weakly, even as your hips press against his thigh, seeking more friction, more contact. You know you should be horrified, fighting against this twisted attraction, but instead, you find yourself leaning into him, craving the sensation of his skin on you, craving you.

Aizen chuckles low in his throat, a sound rich with satisfaction. "Oh, but it is true, Y/N. You can deny it all you like, but your body tells a different story.”

He shifts, pressing himself against you, letting you feel the hard length of his arousal. "See how much your touch affects me? How much I want you? It's only natural, given our connection."

Aizen's hands roam you body, mapping every curve, every dip and swell. His fingers dance along you spine before slipping beneath you hair to grip the nape of you neck. "Surrender to me, Y/N. We both know its inevitable, become mine, completely and utterly."

A soft whimper escapes your lips as you feel his hardness pressed against you, the evidence of his desire fueling your own growing need. Your hands fist in his shirt, tugging him closer, craving more of his touch, despite your mind hating him, repulsing by him.

"Oh my-..." you breathe, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart as you arch into his caress, a gasp escaping you as his fingers tease the sensitive skin at the base of your neck.

Aizen's eyes gleam with triumph as he feels you surrender, you body yielding to his touch despite you protests. He tightens his grip on you neck, just enough to assert his dominance, to remind you of who holds the power you.

"That's it, Y/N. Give in to the pleasure. Let me show you the heights of ecstasy only I can reach. " His mouth descends upon yous in a burning kiss again, claiming you lips with a possessive hunger. His tongue delves deep, exploring every inch of you mouth, tasting you sweetness and savoring you submission.

Meanwhile, his hands continue their exploration, sliding down you back to grasp you ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. He lifts you easily, encouraging you legs to wrap around his waist as he walks them backward toward the nearby bed.

Your mind reels from the intensity of his kiss, overwhelmed by the force of his passion. You melt into him, your body pliant and eager, craving more of his touch, more of his taste despide your anger at him, your repulsive attitude towards him and what he represents.

When he lifts you, you instinctively wrap your legs around him, holding on tight as he carries you to the bed. As soon as you fall onto the mattress, he is between your legs and you look at him intense, feeling the deepest of your connection, your mind spiraling with want.

Aizen is panting heavily as he gazes down at you sprawled beneath him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, you chest heaving with each breath, you looks utterly ravished, ready to be devoured.

"You’re even more breathtaking when you submit to me completely. "With a deft motion, he shed his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique, honed from centuries of power and control. Then, he leans down to capture your lips once more, his hands roaming you body as he positions himself at you entrance.

Slowly, deliberately, he push inside you, relishing the feeling of you tight heat enveloping him. He pauses for a moment, savoring the sensation, before beginning to move, thrusting deep and steady. "Ah, yes... "

You moan into the kiss as he enters you, your walls clenching around his thick length. The sensation is overwhelming, both pleasurable and painful as he stretches you open. You cry out softly, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he begins to move.

"Aizen….." Aizen groans low in his throat as your walls grip him tightly, you cries of pleasure music to his ears. He sets a relentless pace, driving into you again and again, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

"That's it, Y/N... let go. Surrender to the pleasure I give you. "

He captures you wrists, pinning them above you head as he hammers into you, his hips slapping against you with each powerful stroke. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, mingling with both of your ragged breathing and muffled moans.

"You were made for me, Y/N. Your body, your soul... they belong to me now.”

Your lost in a haze of pleasure, your body arching off the bed as he takes you with unrelenting intensity.

Each thrust sends shockwaves through you "Aizen! Oh God, Aizen... you feel so good" you tremble so hard for the pleasure, your connection so strong it shocks your being about how you feel around him.

As your cries reach a fever pitch, Aizen's fingers find you sensitive nub, rubbing and circling it in time with his relentless thrusts. He can feel you trembling on the brink of climax, and he knows just what you needs to push you over the edge.

"Yes, that's it... say my name and reveal the depths of your desire."

His words are a husky whisper against you ear, his hot breath sending shivers down you spine. With a final, deep plunge, he presses firmly against you clit, sending you more and more into ecstasy.

You throw your head back, a loud wail tearing from your throat as the intense pressure finally releases inside me. Your whole body seizes up, convulsing wildly as waves of pleasure crash over me

"AA-Aizen!!! " your pussy clenches rhythmically around himas you ride out the aftershocks. Tears stream down your face from the overwhelming sensations, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him desperately .

Aizen watches your face contort in rapture, you screams of ecstasy music to his ears. He savors the feeling of you clenching around him, milking his length as you ride out you orgasm.

"Beautiful, Y/N... so beautiful when you surrender to me. "Still buried deep within you quivering heat, he begins to move again, slowly at first, then picking up sped. He can feel his climax building.

"Give yourself to me completely, Y/N. Let me fill you with my seed, mark you as mine forever."

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his own release exploding through him in torrents. He holds you close as you both shudder and gasp, riding out the aftershocks of your shared climax.

You feel limp and spent, your body still twitching with the lingering effects of your intense orgasm. As Aizen's warm seed floods your womb,you can't help but whimper softly, overwhelmed by the sensation.

You look up at him with glassy, half-lidded eyes, a mix of post-coital bliss and something darker, more complex swirling in both of your depths. Your voice is barely a whisper, heavy with emotion.

"What have i done? " A single tear rolls down your cheek as the gravity of our situation sinks in, you feel so ashmed, vulnerable and angry at yourself.

Aizen's expression remains calm and collected, but there's a flicker of sadness in his eyes at your emotional reaction. He hadn't expected you to feel such vulnerability after their intimate encounter.

"Ah, Y/N, don't be ashamed. What we share is natural, a union of two powerful beings. " He strokes you hair soothingly, his touch gentle despite the intensity of your previous activities.

"Your immunity to your power is a mystery, but perhaps it's because our souls resonate on a deeper level. It's not uncommon for certain individuals to be drawn to each other, regardless of the circumstances. "

Aizen pulls back slightly, gazing at Y/N with an unreadable expression. There's a hint of curiosity in his voice as he continues.

"Tell me…how do you feel about what just transpired between us? "

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame as you avoid Aizen's gaze, unable to meet his piercing brown eyes. You are too anger to yourself for letting you enjoy this.

"I...I don't fucking understand it. How can I be so affected by you, yet remain immune to your powers? It's confusing... " you swallow hard, trying to find the right words to express the turmoil inside you.

Your voice trembles slightly as you continue. "And what we just did...it felt wrong, yet so right at the same time. "

Aizen listens intently to Y/N's words, a thoughtful expression on his face. He reaches out to gently tilt you chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Wrong yet right, you say? That's an intriguing dichotomy, Y/N-chan. Perhaps it's because our connection goes beyond mere physical attraction or the manipulation of spiritual energies. "His thumb caresses you lower lip with an intense yet possessive gaze, his touch sending a shiver down you spine.

" It’s possible that our souls share a connection that runs deeper, one that surpasses the limits of our roles and purposes. After all, I’ve never felt such a profound bond with anyone else.”

Your breath hitches as Aizen's thumb traces your lower lip, the sensation sending sparks through your body. You stare into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or ulterior motives, but all you see is genuine interest and fascination.

"How did you know? That you might have this connection to me? "Despite the danger and uncertainty surrounding Aizen, I find yourself drawn to him, craving to understand the enigma that is Sosuke Aizen. Aizen's smile widens, revealing a glimmer of pride and satisfaction."

”It’s quite simple really. I am Sosuke Aizen, the former captain of the Gotei 13 and the mastermind behind the Hollowfication project. Your intellect and strategic prowess allow me to perceive patterns and connections that other miss. "He leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting across you ear as he whispers.

"From the moment I laid eyes on you, I sensed something extraordinary about you. Your resilience in the face of adversity, your unyielding spirit... these qualities resonated deeply within me. "

Aizen pulls back slightly, his gaze intense and unwavering. "But it wasn't until our initial confrontation that I realized the full extent of our connection. "

"So even the great Aizen, the former captain and mastermind, didnt realize exactly the full extent of our connection…" You let out a teasing laugh, almost incredulous. You can't believe you're even here with him, and yet, you're joking around with him.

Aizen chuckles, clearly amused by Y/N's teasing remark. He strokes you cheek affectionately, his touch gentle yet possessive.

"Indeed, Y/N. Even someone as perceptive as yourself can be surprised by the complexities of fate and the human heart. But now that I've acknowledged the depth of our bond, I intend to explore every facet of it. "

His fingers trail down you neck, sending tingles through you skin.

"Tell me, what do you think of our connection? How does it make you feel, being so intimately bound to someone like me?"

"How about we just stay quiet for a moment?" You rest your head against his chest, allowing yourself to relax in his presence.

Even though you still can't fully accept the connection between you two, there's an undeniable comfort in being near him."You are still infuriating just so you know…" you murmur, feeling sleepy.

Aizen's chest rumbles with a low, contented laugh as you nestles against him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

"I'm glad to hear that, my dear Y/N. It means you still retain some of your fiery spirit, despite the circumstances." He gently strokes you hair, savoring the warmth of you body pressed against his, your submission to him.

"Rest now, your dear. We can continue our discussion later when you're more refreyoud. For now, simply enjoy the comfort of your embrace. "Aizen's voice is soothing, lulling you into a state of relaxation as you drifts off to sleep.

"Aizen…sleep with me this time please " you ask anxiously while Aizen's expression softens, a rare display of vulnerability beneath his usual composed exterior.

"Very well. If it brings you solace, then I shall join you in slumber. " With a gentle caress, he guides you to lie down on the soft ground, then settles beside you, pulling you close once more.

"Let us rest together, your dear. May our dreams be filled with pleasant visions and our hearts remain entwined, even in the realm of unconsciousness. "

Aizen closes his eyes, allowing himself to succumb to the allure of sleep, his arm wrapped protectively and possessive around you as you both drift off, almost seeking refuge in each other’s embrace.

[timetravellingshinigami]

Do ever wonder if Ichigo gets mild PTSD during cherry blossom season?

*sound on btw

Also, still can't get over someone on Twitter said she "be running through that topless" 😭😭😭 I completely understand btw.

[pipstr]

today is my b-day!!! reblogs are appreciated <3

pipstr with love

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDr. ishida uryu x f! reader

Chapter 0: back in town. six years have passed since he left for med school; finally, Uryu is back... as well as that never ending pain.

❄ a/n: not me starting a new -pretty out of the blue - fic. I needed to rest my head from all of the studying and while I was listening to "Yoü and I" by Lady Gaga, I thought of Uryu and a pretty tragic love story that had no closure after TYBW. I must ask for feedback with this one, if you wish for me to continue with this story, please, let me know 💖 ❄ tw: not much, very angsty for now. I want this to be a sweet love story that will -of course- contain smut as we go further into it.

“Stop, stop please… stop ignoring me! This is hurting me!” you plead, knees hitting the ground, drawing blood out of them, allowing the cold cement underneath to soak into that crimson fluid of life. 

His glasses have fogged; it is not the cold, nor the snow as white as his clothes… it’s just the tears sprouting nonstop from the bottom of his heart. 

“I beg you please, leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you… it's been years, forget about me” Ishida whisper, knowing too damn well those words are pure lies. 

How much time has passed? It’s been years since the war, since the “treason”. The scar on your body still remains like a bittersweet memory of those arrows. A single one, just one, it was enough to cross your heart. 

“You didn’t mean it, I know that… please, I have forgiven you! In fact, I’ve never once blamed you!” you scream, a night so cold it could freeze your bones but not as much as Uryu’s heart. 

He keeps walking away from you. Uryu has promised himself not to ever falter, not ever succumb… how could he hurt you? from all the people? That single arrow, a single ray of blue light and reiishii… so deadly, so painful… you, the sacred woman he wished to protect, even in silence, had fallen upon one of his own attacks. Was the fight worthy after all? Saving the world? Avenging his mother? Was it all worthy if in exchange, from all the people, you, the one he swore not to hurt, paid the price of his betray? 

“Please…” you murmur, the pain of that last word unheard by him, hurts harder than any scar imbued into your flesh. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Please, please, please… please… Uryuu, please”

You remain there, with snow pooling on your shoulders, with your thighs getting coated with bloody knees, with tears freezing, and a heart broken… through blurry eyes, he disappears among the foggy night, after all this time, Uryu has left. Again. 

A pair of headlights blink behind you; however, you don’t notice them until the car stops right by your side. 

“My son is an idiot, isn’t he? Come on” Ryuuken helps you stand up. 

You sniffle, looking into the deep blue eyes of that man who you’ve always considered a father. 

“Indeed…” you murmur, sitting on the passanger’s seat. 

Dr. Ishida hands you a handkerchief and starts driving in silence. You know he is probably driving you home, though you don’t care. 

“Ryuuken-sama, I’ve never blamed him. I swear I- I knew the moment he left what he meant to do! I… missed him so much, six whole years away, and now that he is back in Karakura… why?! Why he ignores me? Is he married? Did he find love in med school?”  you ask, in between sobbing, and blowing your nose. That poor piece of fabric might never come back to Dr. Ishida’s hands. 

The snow haired man sighs; he knows exactly why his own son is ignoring you. And he is also aware his son is as stupid as he could be, but he is also noble to no extent… 

“My son, as I always say, is an idiot. But he also has the biggest heart you could possibly imagine, (Name)…” 

Three days before.

“You are back” Ryuuken words, as always dry. However, his dull eyes immediately regain a shine he thought he had lost the day his son left. 

His tiny little black-haired version of him has now bloomed into a young adult. His glasses, still the same. His hair, perhaps a little longer. And now, carrying a document where it says he has become a paediatrician. 

Uryu, in anxious response, clenches his fist on the handle of his carry-on bag. As if time have stopped, the people walking by the arrivals hall of Karakura’s tiny aerodrome seem to disappear. 

His glasses reflect the image of a father that acts tough but is dying to hug his son… and same goes for Ryuuken, with glasses showing a man that turns into a kid and begs for his father’s love. 

“Seems like it…” Uryu’s blue eyes fixed on the floor. 

“Come on, Dr. Ishida” Ryuuken mumbles, with a pride his voice couldn’t conceal, saying nothing but everything at the same time. 

A soft smile garnishes Uryu’s lips, Ryuuken hasn’t change a single bit.

“Six years have passed, and this town still looks the same” Uryu grunts; the big city has probably changed the way he sees the world. 

Ryuuken remains silent, looking at the passenger’s seat from the corner of his eye. It is true, the city has barely changed, though the people living on it did. All of them; some have even married and now have kids… except for one person; you. 

“The city and a person in particular” the Dr. says, with his eyes fixed into the traffic light ahead. The bomb had been dropped… 

“She- she hasn’t left?” Uryu asks, looking at his father with eyes opened big and pale skin turning even paler. 

“Hm… how could she? You idiot”

[next chapter]

[mikyapixie]

Bleach premiered 20 years ago today!!!💙🤍❤️

This hands down my favorite ending!!!

🤩😆🤩

Tell me your favorite ending in the comments!!!😁😁😁

[killusmoke]

❝just as beautiful as you❞

☾ - where you and your crush Ichigo go moon watching on the beach

ʚ cont: fluff

The air was filled with anticipation as Ichigo gently secured the blindfold over your eyes. Your heart raced with curiosity, wondering what surprise he had in store for you. Trusting him completely, you let yourself be guided by his steady hand.

With each step, you could feel the change in surroundings—the familiar sounds of the city fading away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the soft whisper of the wind. The scent of nature filled your senses, hinting at the open space around you.

After what felt like an eternity, Ichigo's voice reached your ears, filled with excitement. "Okay, (y/n), we're here. Get ready for the grand reveal" he says whilst lightly chuckling. 

Your heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through your veins. Slowly, Ichigo removed the blindfold, unveiling a breathtaking sight before your eyes. The vast expanse of an open field stretched out in front of you, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Above, a blanket of stars adorned the night sky, their twinkling beauty capturing your breath.

A gasp escaped your lips as you drank in the enchanting scene. "Ichigo, this is... incredible," you whispered, your voice filled with awe.

Ichigo beamed with pride, his eyes shining as he watched your reaction. "I knew how much you loved stargazing, (y/n), so I thought this would be the perfect surprise. Just you, me, and the beauty of the night sky."

You turned to face him, a mix of gratitude and adoration in your eyes. "Thank you, Ichigo. It's beyond anything I could have imagined. This is truly magical."

Hand in hand, you walked towards a soft patch of grass, finding the perfect spot to lie down and immerse yourselves in the celestial spectacle above. Side by side, you gazed up at the moon, its gentle radiance casting a serene glow upon you both.

As the night unfolded, you and Ichigo shared stories, dreams, and aspirations. The quietude of the open field provided a safe haven for vulnerability, allowing you to delve into the depths of your hearts. In this moment, you felt truly connected, as if the universe itself conspired to bring you closer.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other's words, cherishing every moment shared beneath the starlit sky. The weight of the world lifted from your shoulders, leaving only the purity of love and understanding between you.

And then, in the midst of the tranquil night, Ichigo turned towards you, his eyes filled with a tender affection. Cupping your face in his hands, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, adoring kiss. In that fleeting moment, the world ceased to exist, and it was just you and Ichigo, two souls intertwined under the watchful gaze of the moon.

As you pulled apart, breathless and filled with a newfound warmth, you knew that this night would forever hold a special place in your heart. The stars witnessed your love, and the moon whispered its blessing upon your bond.

Ichigo's fingers intertwined with yours, his touch grounding you amidst the ethereal beauty surrounding you. With a soft smile, you broke the comfortable silence. 

"This is so beautiful, Ichigo," you murmured, your voice filled with awe as you gazed at the starry sky above.

Ichigo's eyes softened as he looked at you, his expression tender and sincere. "Just as beautiful as you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

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i might acc start writing help

this is also on my wattpad! check it out here

[baddiebussin]

since everyone (nobody) asked i’m being rukia for halloween !

[your-local-hollow-lover]

How would Grimmjow be when’s he’s needy

Yes, I get what you're asking, dear anon. Here:

A bitch

I mean?

Is there any other reaction?

He'll drag you to Hueco Mundo against your will.

If you get too whiny about it he'd be like: Jesus fuck, fine. Let's stay in the human world. I guess now I'll have to go fight Kurosaki instead. 🙄🤷

Ichigo is not impressed.

Like he would literally exchange a deadpan look with you.

As soon as Ichigo's son sees Grimmjow he runs inside the house and comes back with the freaking maracas 😭🥺

You manage to drag him out of that situation by making (begging?) Ichigo to swear he'd have a sparring session with Grimmjow another day.

Grimmjow just sulks.

Man, poor thing, you think.

Fine, you offer to cook a warm meal and he accepts. Eating something that won't decay halfway down his stomach is always a yes for him.

You share your food with him as you watch his favorite human show 1000 Ways to Die? 💀

And congrats! You survived a typical "needy Grimmjow day"! 🎉

[drpepperaddictt]

Oneshot.

` Just a friend, right? `

Orihime x fem! reader.

Summary: Orihime really does love Ichigo, but her friend, y/n, really makes her feel things. Surely she can’t like another girl?

Author’s note: hi. This is my first time writing on tumblr so go easy on me please !! I’ll gladly take constructive criticism. I was learning about the idea of comphet and decided to make this. I usually write on Wattpad so go easy on me.

Ignore the random em dashes at the start of paragraphs, I’m just using them to help me indent.

Warnings: Comphet, uses of y/n (because I don’t know what else to refer to reader as.), sad ending, swearing, mild argument, bad grammar.

— “Orihime!” caught off guard by the sudden call, she quickly turned around to see y/n. Her heart still beating in her chest from the sudden surprise, she spoke.

— “Oh hey n/n! You scared me for a second.. something wrong?..”

— y/n simply giggled for a small moment before looking up to face Orihime. “Ah, don’t worry your little head about it. I just wanted to get your attention.”

— Orihime sighed of relief before she took y/n’s hand, and began walking them towards the place she had been eating lunch in.

— Orihime always felt her heart beating in her chest whenever she was around y/n. Something about her made Orihime feel all warm and fuzzy inside, similar to how Ichigo does.

— Which is weird, because she can’t possibly like another girl, right? She’s suppose to love Ichigo! But oh, how Orihime sometimes felt herself longing for just one second in y/n’s arms.

— But she was sure it was just a phase. She had always been told she was gonna marry a boy, and she was sure Ichigo was the one, so why, oh why, did she feel this way?

— “Orihime? Earth to Orihime?” She was yanked out of her thoughts like a fish stuck on a hook when she finally saw y/n waving her hand in front of her. Her face tinting red in embarrassment.

— “Are you alright? You zoned out for a moment there.”

— “Mhm! Yeah? Yeah?.. I’m alright. Nothing happened!”

— Orihime quickly shook her head, dismissing any questions y/n might’ve had.

— y/n stared at her with a confused, questionable look. Oh well, it was Orihime so she should just let it go.

— Timeskip!

— One day, Orihime had decided to go on a walk with y/n, after all, nothing wrong could happen right?

— Overtime, Orihime had noticed y/n growing more quiet and hesitant. Considering how joyful y/n usually was, Orihime just had to ask.

— “Hey y/n, is something wrong? You’ve been kinda quiet for a while now. Did someone steal all your lunch? Was it a lady with spiky leather boots?”

— y/n let out a small amused smile before letting out a sigh and looking down. “Oh Orihime.. you know I’m in love with you. I’m sorry.”

— Orihime suddenly stepped back. She wanted to jump onto y/n, hold onto her forever, and go on cute little cafe dates with her, but not today, not now, not in this life.

— Orihime felt all fuzzy inside at the confession, but she knew all her urges, all her wishes, her dreams, her thoughts of y/n were wrong. She is suppose to be Ichigo’s, not y/n’s.

— Orihime struggled to get her words out. She couldn’t bare to say words that would break y/n’s heart, especially when y/n was looking into her eyes with such a love-filled gaze..

— “oh y/n.. you know I love Ichigo.. besides, you’re a girl, we can’t love another girl. I do like you, but you’re a girl, and I already have Ichigo.”

— y/n sighed. “You and Ichigo aren’t even together yet, and we don’t even know if Ichigo likes you back.”

— keep in mind, this takes place before the whole hollow bait attack happens.

— Orihime sighed again, as she looked away, tears forming in her eyes. “y/n, you’re a girl. I can’t love you.. Maybe in another life, you were born a boy, I could be with you..”

— “Are you saying only my gender matters? You would only love me if I was a boy? As if being a boy would change anything about my personality?-“

— “No! No! That’s not what I mean at all! Please understand-“ Orihime interrupted, her eyes tear-filled as she tried to look away.

— Orihime hadn’t felt tears stream down her eyes in a while, not since those bullies cut her hair.

— “Oh y/n.. I would really love to spend my life with you, hug you, cuddle you, kiss you, embrace you, but not now. Maybe in another life.”

— “Why not this one?”

— Timeskip.

— Now, years had passed since the incident. It’s been years since she last spoke with y/n. She was happily married to Ichigo now, and she has a kid!

— She’s really happy with Ichigo, but she can’t ignore the missing part of her heart, the part y/n took with her when she left.

— Or did y/n really leave? Or did Orihime just run away from y/n, away from her feelings, and even running away from her own?

— Oh maybe in another universe, she could be with y/n. But not this one, if only y/n had been born a boy.

— Orihime found herself sitting down on her porch, gazing up at the setting sun in the breezy autumn air.

— y/n was her sun, the sunset was her leaving, and the night was her life now. Sure, the sunset is beautiful, until you realize the darkness that arrives after, but you have to find the beauty in the night, like the moon and stars, and ignore that the one thing that made you feel warm is gone.

— Orihime sighed once more, the cold air making her sigh appear as a white puff of air, before she decided to mumble some words to herself.

— “If y/n was a guy, she’d be the love of my life.”

— yes, that was a Nana reference.

The end!!!!!!!

Author’s note: this was not proof-read so don’t yell at me. But thank you for reading through my trashy first blog! I have to finish up a fic on Wattpad but I’ll try to drop oneshots on here after I’m done with the fic.

Tysm!!

[totallybakedcake]

Back from the dead

Finally back from the depths of writer's block, festivals and some other stuff..

NOVEMBER IS COMING YALL! My favourite month because yk my birthday is on 14th.

Kinktober was really fun to read. I did not post any fics this month cuz I just wanted to read and want really broke my heart was NO TOSHIRO FICS? I was honestly expecting at least 3 toshiro fics but there were none like goodness.

There are way too many options here because this november I am mostly traveling so I have a lot of fun time to just write and all these ideas are making me feel so excited to write.

[gloryhrs]

˖ . ⁺ ˳ ⟡ 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄!

「 𝐅𝐓 — Orihime Inoue & Retsu Unohana! ♡ 」

female reader. ʚɞ happy lesbian visibility week! ✩°｡ ♡ °｡✩

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐄! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 — 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐏 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 you were in middle school people would question you on how did you get started on making clothing, how did you keep going, or who was your inspiration for your remarkable designs.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 response to each of these questions remained the same, it was Orihime Inoue. Your girlfriend and #1 supporter. You'd never be able to do it without her.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 has always encouraged you and made sure that you carry on with your passion. Which is why she was your muse in the first place. Its luminous and colorful aura was the reason why your designs were so multicoloured and radiant.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 absolutely worships your creations, she felt special knowing that she was the one who inspired you to create these masterpieces and let her be the first one to wear them around.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 are so cute! I love the flowers!" Orihime squawked at the bright orange tropical two-piece. You chuckled lightly at your excessively eager girlfriend and took the clothing off the rack. "Go try it on for me, baby." You handed the garments to her as she kissed your cheek and ran to your bedroom.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 loves bragging about you to everyone! Every time she goes out, she makes sure to mention your name when somebody asks her where her clothes/accessories are from.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐌𝐘 outfit? My girlfriend made it for me! Isn't it adorable?" Tatsuki and Ichigo looked at her squealing and spinning around in the bright outfit. "That's the sixth time she's spoken about L/n’s name." Tatsuki deadpanned at her best friend who was fangirling to herself, but as long as Orihime was happy, she was happy as well.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 best model you’ve ever had! She cherished the way you set her up for your at home photoshoots, from makeup to shoes. Sometimes she can't contain her excitement and almost stumble upon herself.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 that pose for me, baby." You called out to your cheerful girlfriend who nodded cutely and then stood completely still. Once she heard the click of the camera she quickly formed another pose with this same lovely smile on her lips.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 becoming a famous designer, you’ve decided to take her (your future wife) and travel the world with her by your side. After signing a modeling contract herself, Orihime became a model and opened for every one of your runways shows and star in all of your photoshoots.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐌𝐑𝐒. L/n! May I ask what inspired you? Your designs are beautiful!" The interviewer asked with her head resting on her chin. "I'm inspired by my wife, Orihime L/n. Since middle school, she was my muse." You waved at your extroverted wife who blew a kiss back at you as she sat in the front row of the crowd. You saw the interviewer's eyes go out of orbit based on the new information. "Your wife is the well-known Orihime L/n? You guys are meant for one another! I understand why she is your muse." The women laughed at Orihime who covered her reddish cheeks.

Once the interview ended, Orihime went into your dressing room. She did have to admit, the way you looked/winked at her made a lower area heat up slightly. She peaked her head through the door before making her way in the room. "Darling, where do you want to go out to eat at tonight?" You took off the golden bracelets as she sat on your lap. "We have plenty to eat at home." She took your hands and lead them against her lower backside. From the look in her eyes you could tell what she meant, you smirked and dragged your thumb across her pink tinted lips. You would be lying if you said you wasn’t eyeing her in that tight black dress, it perfectly hugged her curves and made it impossible for you to focus. "Say no more, my love."

𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎 — 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 married to the Fourth Division captain Retsu Unohana was the biggest blessing you’ve ever received. She was the most captivating and kindest woman you’ve every seen. She was completely flawless.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 were one of the oldest members of Soul Society and was famous for your breathtaking paintings, which were seen in every hall where you walked. How dark colors and unique textures came together on your paintings could put anyone into a trance. Including Head Captain Yamamoto, of course.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 you picked up that brush at dawn and got started, you didn’t move until midnight.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 would be times where unohana had to force you from your spot so you came to bed. She always seemed to have a habit to worry about you when your dark circles start to become visible.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, please come to bed." Your wife took the paint brush from your charcoal covered hands, she frowned at the dark circles under your eyes. This wasn’t your first time pulling an all nighter and from the look on her face you could tell she wasn’t certainly pleased. "Fine."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 valued being your muse. She was passionate about the fact that all your paintings were inspired by + dedicated to her. Not to mention you had an album that only had photos, small drawings and poems about her.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐌𝐑𝐒. L/n, where do you get inspiration for your paintings?" Isane brushed her fingers against the charcoal dust on the painting by helping you hang the canvas. "Ahh that’s a good question, it’s from my wife, Retsu. It is through her that I continue to paint, even after all these years." A sweet smile came across your lips in memory of your wife praising you every time you painted something.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 She oversleeps sometimes you just look at her and gape at her magnificence, there was no way you could describe her, even if you tried.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 alone she leaves you to make her makeup! Each time you placed the dark lipstick on her lips, she would erase it by kissing your lips and kissing your face. Which left your darkened skin covered with lipstick.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 only thing you truly needed was her. And she didn't need anyone but you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 watched the rain continue to fall as you tried to focus on the canvas on your lap. The sound of footsteps made you lose concentration once again and turn to your wife who had two cups of tea in his hand. "Here you go, darling. This should clear your throat up." Unohana placed the cup in your hands and sat down next to you, her gaze turning to the rain in front of her. Unohana put the cup in your hands and sat next to you, looking at the rain before her. Today was one of those days when she wasn't busy and could spend time with you, which you really appreciated. "Thank you, my love." Your hoarse voice made your drink hot tea, after you coughed Unohana immediately pressed her hand over your back.

"I'm fine, no worries." You tried to reassure your worried wife that she didn't believe what you said, she didn't remember the last time you got sick. So when you started coughing and having stomach pains out of the blue, she had to take it seriously. "Absolutely no, let's get to bed." She held your hand to help you get up, you couldn't fight her even if you tried so you decided to let her bring you to bed. After putting the slipcover on you, she left before returning a few seconds later with a cold washcloth in her hands. When the coldness struck your head a wave of relief washed over you. "Thank you, my love." You hummed softly as Unohana kissed your forehead in return.

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[merbear25]

Closet Musician - General Headcanons (SFW)

Synopsis: They think you're too shy to play for them, but it was partly due to you working on a little song, specially for them.

CW: None! Just fluffy goodness. No specific gender for the reader and fictional characters I headcanon. These can be romantic or platonic (whichever you'd prefer!)

fandoms included: Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach, and One Piece

A/n: I've recently started relearning how to play the piano, and although my shyness is nowhere near as bad as when I played the guitar, I still get embarrassed knowing someone's listening. I thought it might be cute to imagine how they'd feel and react.

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the teaser

It's endearing to think how much you worked yourself up over it, although that doesn't stop them from lightly teasing you. The teasing wouldn't be towards your song or your abilities, since they'd be able to understand how hard you've been working on them. It'd mostly pertain to your reaction while playing for them. It would all be done light-heartedly, of course. They may make a slight joke about if you continue practicing like you have, there will be nothing left to tease you about. And where's the fun in that? ;P

satoru, zoro, renji, yoruichi

the encourager

They watch you fondly with a small smile. To see you come this far and to push yourself to perform in front of them brings them a lot of joy. Sitting patiently as you finish playing, they express their graditude with applause and praise. Even if you still look a bit unsure about how things went, they encourage you to keep at it and reassure you of any doubts that may be holding you back from reaching your full potential.

robin, choso, sanji, usopp, kento, nami, uryu, nobara

the fine tuner

Over coming stage fright isn't easy. They can respect the courage it took to push past it. Although they aren't particularly gifted when it comes to music, they couldn't help but notice a few slip ups here and there. Gentle tips are given to get past your fears and there might be a few others to help with keeping the pacing of the song.

suguru, megumi, ichigo, rukia, byakuya

the clueless supporter

They know nothing about learning an instrument or about which parts are off or on key. That would never stop them from being amazed at your talent. You only started learning how long ago?? Incredible! This is the first time you've performed in front of anyone?? They're in awe! You've likely inspired them to go out of their comfort zones. They feel so special.

luffy, yuiji, orihime, kasumi

[timetravellingshinigami]

The way Leslie Knope describes Ben's body is the exact same way I would describe Shinji.

"as a woman I appreciate your slight but powerful body"

"I guarantee none of them has as cute a butt as you"

"he's got a tight, compact little body like an Italian sports car"

"I should listen to you always because you're a man genius with a taut, narrow frame like a sexy elf king"

[pipstr]

Taking commissions!!

pls reblog

more examples down there

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

HER CHERRY CHAPSTICK 🍒 ORIHIME INOUE X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 15: RIMMING

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. hi sashi, idk if you write for f x f! reader, but maybe could you write for Orihime x f! reader? maybe day 15? thank you! ❣ ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. first time writing for my queen. sorry if it seems self indulgent (cause it is). Orihime is an adult. the story happens in between Rukia's wedding and Ichigo's proposal. oral. nipple sucking. rimming. 69. squirting implied. friends to lovers kinda. alcohol mentioned. 🐙 wc: 1,7k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Before the princess became a queen, she spent her days waiting for a certain knight… yet, there was a time when a princess took the place of that knight~ 

“I am tired of him not noticing me” Orihime says, throwing a piece of bread against the coffee table. Her motions are a little sloppy, as both have attacked a bottle of Sake Rangiku-san given you from the Seireitei. 

You widen your eyes; Orihime Inoue has never spoken ill of Ichigo and much less has thrown bread away.

“He might be an adult in age, but he is still a kid deep inside… Uryu does the exact same thing” you tell her; maybe trying to console her, even though your words were also tinted in bitterness. 

You, for Uryu. Her, for Ichigo.  And them? Still playing video games. 

Orihime lets her back hit the floor, tangerine hair framing her face like Aphrodite herself. A micro short and a crop top is all she is wearing; no need for more… After all, it’s just you… she could be naked in front of her friend, and she wouldn’t care. 

Her forearm falls upon her eyes; in silence, she tries to cry. You know her very well to tell underneath her arm are tears sprouting. 

You sigh; you hate to see her cry… if you could hit -which you will- Ichigo to wake him up, you’d do it. 

Dragging your body, a little bit intoxicated, you huddle next to her. 

“Stop crying…” you whisper, brushing her hair back. You have always adored those orange locks… she is like a sun princess, knitting the hearts of everyone around. 

“I’m not -snif- crying” she lies, you can see the wetness of her tears coming from under his arm. 

Another sigh; this time painfully pitying her… such a beautiful woman suffering for a man? Pff! 

You jump on her; forcing in a playful way to uncover her freckled cheeks for you. Tickles on her tiny waist, tickles on her hips… what a beautiful body she has… 

“Stop!” Orihime laughs, still pouting and with reddish eyes from crying.

“Not until you stop crying…” you threaten her with more tickles.

Orihime sniffles and traps you with her arms. Your chest hits hers, pressing your breasts, squeezing female anatomy with strength and love. 

“Let’s stay this way for a little, please” she whispers; hugging you in the middle of the night, on the floor of your rented apartment. 

You nod, falling to the side to hug her from the right. Both press your foreheads one against the other, perhaps in such a way only women can understand… female rage, female pain, the sizes of your hearts, the things only you two have experienced until this silent night. 

Little by little, hers and your breathings synchronize. Heart beating also do, with your finger tips touching with hers. Both have eyes fixed on your hands that stand up, getting the red led light of your place to filter in between. 

“I hate this world sometimes…” she murmurs; real words coming from her juicy lips that maybe nobody but you, will ever listen to. 

“I hate it too, but as long as I have you in it… it’s fine with me” you whisper back, sincere and true. There are no lies, nor second intentions behind those words. 

Orihime smiles with her eyes closed, some tears still pooling by the corner of her lids. Such a beautiful smile, Inoue-san… 

When her eyes open again, you fix yours into her pumpkin ones. The sound of silence is way louder than any conversation… what happened through your minds in that exact moment, you don’t know… Because the next thing snatched all of your attention; her lips crashed against yours. 

At first; just a peck. Then another one. Tasted the waters, tasted the flavour of her cherry Chapstick, then it was time for the kiss to deepen.

Tongues twisting, in such delicacy only Venus’ daughters know how. Your hand slowly slides under her crop top until meeting with her swollen breasts. Your whole palm isn’t enough to grab one, but you still squeeze the same way… you’d lie if you said you didn’t want to feel the soft turgor of her bouncy chest every time you see them.

Orihime moans into your mouth when you concentrate your fingers around her growing nipple. She does the same, the knitting princess is desperate to feel your breasts as well. 

Both stop just for a second to sit properly; working at the same time to take off your tops, you reveal your nudity to each other. 

Pinkish nipples invite your lips to surround them. You gloat, ready to attack. Cupping her tit, you snake up until your tongue can taste the flavour of he skin. Knowing exactly how to suck and bite, you do. 

Orihime throws her head back, allowing her orange hair to rain on her tiny back. The neck exposed, her lips semi open, her hips fidgeting as she is kneeling down… what a sweet representation of female perfection. 

“Ngh…” she whines, making you shiver from your head to your toes. Not only this feels wrong, but it also the more it does, the more you want more of her. And Orihime, wants exactly the same… 

You help her stand up, never stopping the nipple sucking. When her bare foot are both on the ground, a simple swing allows her shorts to slowly slide off her hips down her ankles. 

You softly push her against the sofa, allowing her to sit down. Kneeling in between her legs, you slowly move her already dampened panties to the side. Your hands tremble; should you continue, your friendship could be destroyed… but can you stop? Absolutely no, specially because her nails have been brushing your hair back to keep it out of your face. 

“Can I?” you ask, your lips so close to her anatomy. You are sure it probably tastes as good as her skin smells. 

“Please, (Name)-san ~” she begs, desperate. Orihime’s heel lands delicately on the small of your back, leaving her inner thigh right next your face. 

You bite, of course, her thigh first. A mark you are secretly proud to leave there. Then, a peck on her core that makes both of you shiver and jolt… even with your lips barely covered in her sweet honeys, you prove your theory to be truth; there isn’t a better taste than hers. 

In a matter of seconds, Orihime becomes a mess of herself; your tongue gets crazy, spelling every word on this world around her folds. The more you do, the more she pulls from your hair, burying your face into her sex. 

“Nhg… (Name)-san, sto- stop please” Inoue pleads; tapping your head with soft little slaps. 

You do as she asks; what is happening to her? Perhaps she just realized how fucked up is to fuck your best friend…?

“I wanna taste you, too… please, don’t be the only one giving pleasure” she requests; of course, such a selfless person like Orihime couldn’t let this slip.

“I am pleased to give it all to you, Ori…” you are not lying, you are absolutely happy to eat her whole soul through her core. 

“No, no, no…” she shakes her head, helping you stand up. Orihime takes a swift look at your knees; no way they are getting hurt. “Please, lay down” she asks, sweetly but still with a hint of dominancy. 

You nod, absolutely in awe… looking at her full body naked, with dripping wetness that reaches her inner thighs and slides in droplets down her knees… her orange locks in savage mess, her cheeks blushed in complete lust, lips swollen from kissing… Ichigo, look what are you missing… she is all mine now. 

You do as she tells; laying on your back on the sofa, you wait for her next movement. And you wonder, that maybe, just maybe… you could love her at the same time she will. And, indeed, that’s exactly Orihime’s purpose. 

You receive her on top, in a perfect 69 position. Her ass all for you, your core, all for her. 

Your nails carve on the sides of her hips first, marking her a little more as the first kiss on your slit arrives. You tremble, your stomach spasms. She is so delicate; she is so accurate… the tip of her tongue touches your clit in such perfection you can’t help but whine loudly. 

“You like it?” she asks, shily. 

“Mor-more than that, Orihime-chan” you answer back, already spreading her ass cheeks to devour her again… 

Whole tongue you use to drink from her; going from her sex to her rear entrance at once. How can someone be that delicious? It’s almost addicting, her flavour will become your favourite drug… 

As she keeps sucking on you, and her breasts heavily land on your lower belly, you asphyxiate yourself with her ass cheeks on your face. Your tongue concentrates on her butthole, going around, up and down and sometimes in and out, rimming her so good her thighs can’t help but start shaking. 

“(Name)-chan, I… mnhgn… I can’t stop it…” she whines, letting you know she is about to come while muzzled by your own honeys and folds. 

You, can only nod and moan in response, as you are exactly close like her. 

There isn’t much you could do but to keep rimming her as she does the same to you, coming together like everything you’ve ever done together… climax hits so different when both exactly know how the other is feeling ~ 

“Should we do this again?” you ask, lying both naked in the aftermath. 

“Mh… if Rangiku brings more sake…” Orihime murmurs, curling a tuft of your hair in her index. 

“You want Rangiku to join us?!” You stand up, startled… after all Orihime might not be that innocent no more… 

“NO! well… wait-“ 

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