#sosuke domestic

[dokifluffs]

Their Kid(s) Falling Asleep on Him | Sosuke, Makoto

Pairings: Sosuke X no one, I made him a dilf, Makoto X Reader (female)

genre: domestic, fluffy goodness yuhhh

Author’s Note: more free 😤😤 and makoto with them triplets hahah

Ikuya // Rin, Haru 

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Sosuke: ft. Rin

“We’re back,” you called out as you pushed the door shut with your foot before stepping out of your shoes as Rin did the same, settling his luggage down

You had just picked him up from the airport as he returned from Australia to come back home for a few months

With his mother and sister away on their own vacation, he waited for their return in just a few days so he could actually get into his house but for now, he would be staying with you and Sosuke for the time being

It was great timing since his flight got in at such an early or late hour but he was back just in time for dinner time

Sosuke stayed him, watching over S/N, giving you a break from baby duty for just a bit but stepping in, the house was silent although the lights were on

No crying, no talking or laughing or anything but the sound of the air conditioning running

“Hm? Where’s Sou?” You stepped in as Rin followed, leading him toward the living room and up the stairs to the guest bedroom

Until stepping into the living room you two could hear it

The snores of Sousuke

His massive body stretched and laid back in his recliner with S/N laid right in between his arm and his body at his side

You knew he must’ve been tired too since today was his day off as a swimmer but not as a father

He woke up at the brink of dawn to your son’s cries, changing and soothing his baby boy, trying to get him to sleep again but it only worked for a little until the little boy woke once again

Not to mention he stayed in the nursery too, doing his best to make his little boy sleep, resisting his own temptations to sleep but to no avail did he succeed

“Oh my gosh,” you smiled, voice getting softer as walked beside

They were so precious together

Sosuke was such a big man - a lot of beefy muscles on him and how wide he was

And right beside him was a baby as long as his forearm that laid right beside him in the exact same position

They laid still, both their left arm draped over their stomachs as they slept

Rin snapped a picture, for sure sending it to the two of you as you were too in the moment to even look at anything else, let alone your phone

“My baby boy,” you whispered as you knelt downside Sosuke, bringing your hand to the head of your son

And it was like your son just knew your touch, he stirred in his sleep, stretching his dainty body, letting out a big yawn as he opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could

He wriggled about in Sosuke’s arm, making him wake up too

“Oh, hey, you’re back,” he yawned, sitting himself up just a bit but not inclining the chair back up

The three of you all looked down to S/N as he wiggled about, doing his best to turn over onto his belly

But alas, it wasn’t easy since he was in between sosuke’s body and arm

Sosuke  lifted him up with ease and sat him down on his abdomen  

You played about with him, kissing his chubby little hand, playing with his short hair that matched Sosuke’s

“So how was your flight?” Your husband looked up to him, striking up a conversation with his best friend

“It was fine, not long..” And they went on talking while you continued playing

They went on talking for about ten-ish minutes

But it was getting much too long

“I’m gonna go make dinner.” You stood, hungry enough, taking S/N off of Sosuke’s abdomen, letting him sit up

“And you,” you kissed your son’s mocha cheek and walked around the chair, approaching Rin

“Meet your Uncle, Rinnie~” You cooed as you handed off your son to the tall, lean swimmer

You disappeared into the kitchen as Rin looked at your son, the two of them already having a stare off

But it wasn’t long until Your curious son took hold of the red head’s semi-long hair, pulling at it

“Ow, ow, ow,” he tried to get the little boy off and away, but making sure that he didn’t hurt him at all

Sosuke just smirked in amusement before intervening, taking his son back into his arms

And it was like magic again - knowing his parents’ touch

He immediately settled down and instead of pulling onto anything or anyone, he took hold of Sosuke’s shirt sleeve, resting his head on his dad’s shoulders

“What a nice first interaction.” Rin rubbed his head as the two of them walked to the kitchen, joining you where you were

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Makoto: 

The day was gorgeous, the sun was bright with just a few clouds floating up there, the world so big as you sat on the balcony, smelling the sea mist blowing all the way up

A scent you grew up smelling here, alongside Makoto yet it never got old

There was always a refreshing yet also nostalgic feel that came with the mist

The wind blew through your clothes, against your skin as you sat on the small yet plush couch that was right outside your shared bedroom’s balcony, having one of the best views of the sea

You let the breeze carry your thoughts and mind, going where it would take you

Meanwhile

The living room was filled with the breeze of the ocean coming through the windows, making the sheer white curtains float up in the air, letting all the beautiful sunlight in

Makoto sat on the couch, playing with the babies as they rolled and crawled about on the deep couch that was just the right size for his tall and bigger structure

His two daughters cooed, crawling onto each go his thighs while his son, the youngest of the triplets, rest on his shoulder, holding onto his shirt as he insisted on being held in his father’s arms

He managed the three of them as the time approached for their nap time

“You guys ready to go sleepsies? Hm?” He hummed, though he knew that they couldn’t understand just yet, as he used his free hand to rub his daughter on his left’s back, switching hands holding his son to help his other daughter on the right rest, the both of them leaned back onto his thighs

The two of them were a little noisier as they cooed, than his son, who was already peacefully asleep in his arms

“Sleep well,” he spoke quietly to the three of them

He sat still in his seat, his eyes couldn’t decide who to stay on so he would look at all three of them, going back and forth

He was there when they were born and he knew how much bigger he was like his own dad in the family

But they were just so small

The sound of the distant waves filled the silent home as he rubbed his hand down his son’s back, hearing his short breaths right beside him

He moved his son, despite his sleepy protests, changing his position to rest on his lap, laying him down there

“Shh, it’s okay, buddy,” he spoke kindly, holding his legs and supporting his back to make sure he didn’t accidentally kick his daughter’s head

And then it hit him

Like, of course he knew that they were sleeping on him

But it hit him

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and shot you a text

“I just realized that I can’t move.”

Reading his message sent mixed feelings - did something happen or was this a joke?

You headed back in, your eyes adjusting to the less bright room and you headed right downstairs

“Makoto?” You stepped right into the living room, approaching the couch where you could see his head and his shoulders right over the top edge of

“What do you mean you’re- awwwww,” you melted upon seeing the sight before you

Your three babies were asleep right on top of him, curled up in their own little balls

“How long have you sat like this? Do you need to use the bathroom?” You laughed quietly

“Haha, no, but I’ve sat here for I think like ten or fifteen-ish mintutes.”

“Aw, let’s take them upstairs to their actual beds,” you whispered as you quietly lifted one of your daughter’s off of him, letting her rest on your shoulder while he handed you your baby boy so he could lift your other daughter

Standing, he took your son back into his arms

But of course this didn’t go as smoothly

You baby boy began to cry in makoto’s arms, his cries sounding right into the stairs’ echo, waking your daughters too

Fortunately for you, the daughter you held only woke, whining, teary eyed without actually full on crying just yet

Getting to their shared bedrooms, the two of you worked to soothe your babies before setting them down into their cribs to sleep

Each with their own mobile with sea creatures spinning as a sweet lullaby played

As you looked down to the both of them lovingly, your felt a pair of hands snake around your waist and pulled you just until your back met his chest, his arms wrapping around as his chin rested on your chin

“We did that, Makoto,” you whispered, the two of you breaking out into a silent laugh at your random, but true, comment

“Yes, we did,” he hummed before turning, pressing a kiss to your neck

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Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to Gin Ichimaru, Kaname Tosen, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Nnoitra Gilga, Shuhei Hisagi, Orihime Inoue, Ichigo Kurosaki, Masaki Kurosaki, Uryu Ishida, Isshin Kurosaki, Ulquiorra Cifer and Haschwalth Jugram;

Format: multi-chapters story;

Warnings for this chapter: nsfw, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, body worship, dom!Aizen, sub!reader, oral sex (reader!receiving), hair pulling, domestic life, fake dating, dirty fantasies, violence, gore, blood, bruises, death threats, mutual pining;

Plot: Taking care of Mrs. Watanabe’s daughter is not hard. Trying to appear like a couple in front of her bright eyes is a completely different story, though. The pent up frustration building up throughout the day eventually explodes. The desire to have you, to touch you again, to be one with you is driving Sosuke insane. You are too tempting for him and the way you take care of children, surely, is not helping.

N.B: I had to split the chapter in two parts. Some of the warnings belong to the second part!

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𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

A sunny morning and a six-year-old girl standing at your front door, curiously staring up at you with her leaf green eyes, indicated the beginning of a new day. The storm had passed on through the night and the warm rays of the sun kissing your face had gently waken you up from your slumber. Albeit you had agreed on sleeping next to Sosuke, by the time you had come back to your senses, he was not there. His side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool. Probably, he had waken up a couple of hours earlier, leaving you to a well-deserved rest. A noble gesture, considering who he was.

Eyes landing on your lap, you had noticed your nightgown was immaculate and still on. The bed was not messed up and the blanket was securely wrapped around your waist. He had been a man of honor, keeping his promise of not touching you more than it was strictly necessary. Sleeping in his arms was surely not something you should have done, but he was the only one who could help you to find rest whilst a storm raged outside. Thinking about it, in the past, beside your late mother, no one else had ever slept by your side, silently comforting you. No one had ever done it but him. It was ridiculous.

After taking a quick shower and changing into a flowery sundress, you had entered the kitchen only to find him sitting on the stool with a novel and a cup of tea in front of him. Sosuke had glanced up at you, not a word leaving his mouth, as you made yourself some coffee and begrudgingly muttered a ‘Good morning’.

He hummed as a response and you took it as a sign it was better to end off whatever small conversation you could muster with him. Not even ten minutes later, you had heard the doorbell ring and there you were now: locking eyes with a small version of the hellish Mrs. Watanabe. A prettier one, actually. The woman had not even bothered to show up at your door, she had simply left her daughter there and had made her getaway. For once, you were glad she had opted for being rude. Beholding the sight of her face early in the morning would have probably made you throw up your breakfast.

“Good morning, Aoi. — you greeted the girl with a mild voice, leaning slightly down to her eye level — You’ve grown up since the last time I’ve seen you”.

The girl blinked, holding her plushie to her chest “The paediatrician said I’m two inches taller than I was seven months ago”.

You smiled softly, stepping aside to let her enter your flat “Ah, I see! Let’s go inside, come on” you chimed, watching as the small girl trotted inside your house, familiar with the environment by now. She was better than her obnoxious mother and you really hoped she was going to be the opposite of that snake with a raven bob and high-necked dresses. It was impossible to predict how she would have turned out to be, but you had promised yourself to mold her into a sweet and loving girl in the time you spent with her.

Closing the door behind you two, you watched as Aoi stood in the middle of the living room, tilting her head to the side almost puzzled. It was almost like the little girl sensed something was off. Following her gaze, you realized she was looking directly at Sosuke, now occupying the entry to the kitchen with his lean frame. He seemed disinterested, hands into his pockets as he shifted his gaze from the child to you. For some reason, your mouth went dry. You had no idea of what was going on inside his head, but you hoped he wanted to keep on acting as a normal man and ‘your boyfriend’ in front of the witch’s offspring. Aoi was young, but old enough to innocently tell her mother the truth about your relationship with Sosuke.

Therefore, here you were, heart pumping hard in your chest and pleading eyes boring into Sosuke’s ones. It was almost like you were begging him not to let you down now. And, surprisingly, he did not.

“Who are you?” Aoi asked him, causing you to hold your breath in anticipation.

“I’m Sosuke. — he introduced himself, soothing tone caressing your skin — I’m Y/N’s boyfriend”.

You detested the lie he had come up with to justify his presence in your house, yet you were glad he was sticking up to the original plan right now. He was more collaborative than you had expected him to be. Sosuke was still himself, arrogant and sneaky. Despite that, he was apparently blending into the human society better than you had imagined.

You released a breath you had not realized you were holding at the sound of his words and he had not failed to notice how your shoulders had relaxed, hand now patting the small girl’s back as you motioned for her to go sit in the couch.

“Really? But I never saw you with her. Where were you?” Aoi piped out, panic washing over you again as the kid ignored you, fascinated by the new man in your living room.

Sosuke’s eyes flitted from the child to you, proud to be the one who had to somehow pull you out of that mess “I was out of town for work. I have decided to move in as soon as I have come back” he shortly said, Aoi’s eyes growing round as she listened to your former enemy in sheer interest.

“Oh! What do you do for a living?”.

Gosh, she was nothing like her mother, but that hag had taught her well how to be a noisy pest at times. More details and lies you two had to invent the harder it would have been not screwing up.

“He’s a cr—”you blurted out, but the rest of the words died on your tongue upon realizing you were going to label him as a criminal. Colors drained from your face, Sosuke’s eyebrow quirking up to come up with a remedy to your idiotic inclination to speak without thinking.

“Cricket player. I’m a cricket player”.

This was not what you expected him to say. Out of the vast list of works existing, he had really chosen a peculiar one. You palmed your forehead, turning around not to look at him. Aoi, on the other hand, gasped and enthusiastically asked more questions.

“O my God, so you have a horse?”.

Sosuke did not even hesitate to provide the curious human more informations “Oh, I do. I have recently bought this new specimen. It’s a female and incredibly stubborn. It’s hard taming her, but I’m confident I’ll eventually succeed” he cooed, the hair behind your neck standing whilst your brain registered his smooth talk and rationalized the true meaning behind them.

He was definitely walking on thin ice. Knowing you had to keep up a syrupy lovestory not to plant doubt in the kid’s mind, he had resolved to send you messages for you to read between the lines. How badly you wished you could just hit him with a frying pan and kick him out of your house. Instead, you had to turn around and display a sympathetic smile at him.

“Alright, enough about his job! Why don’t you sit there and tell me what you’d like to do today?” you chimed in, blocking Aoi’s view on the special threat without even sparing him a glance. You could feel his gaze on you, boring holes on your back as if he was firing a gun. He was right about a thing, summarizing his impression on you: you were hard to tame. Going down without a fight was not in your style. He could ask Haschwalth Jugram about that, but considering he was dead he could always ask Uryuu Ishida to make a detailed report about your battle.

Aoi blinked and hummed, the index of her small hand playing with her lower lip thoughtfully “The beach”.

“The beach?” you repeated, bending down to her eye level.

“Yep! There is going to be a competition of some kind! I wanna go, please, please! My mommy never lets me go to play in the sand” the small girl piped out, her pigtails swaying around her visage with every little stomp of her feet.

You were not hellbent to pander to the kid’s whims. You had been dealing with children on your own after Masaki’s tragic death. Ichigo was not really a capricious boy, the even younger girls neither. However, you had learned how to moderate your inclination to give them the world after their mother’s loss. Clearly unhappy and lost, they needed someone to guide them and humour them. This is what you did, in the end. Aoi was not spoiled. She had nothing, besides a very strict and a non-affective mother looking after her. A little treat could not do any harm.

The situation was risky, though. Could you trust Sosuke enough to let him tag along to a most likely overcrowded beach? With every passing second, your temptation to go back to the Soul Society and evirate Shunsui increased notably. He had ruined your life.

You clicked your tongue, shooting a side-eye to an impassive Sosuke towering over you from behind. He did not mumble a single word, arms folding against his chest as you stood back up and hurried him out of the living room. Aoi watched you two with her big doe eyes, hoping you were going to make her small wish come true. Your heart clenched in your chest, gifting her a small and genuine compassionate smile, before you cornered Sosuke in the dark corridor.

“What are your intentions? What the Hell do you think you are doing?” you asked him, jabbing a finger at his sternum to emphasize your question.

“I am not doing any harm, detective”.

“You know very well what I am talking about. A cricket player, a stubborn horse, the hard taming deal. — you reminded him, gaze hardening just by watching him wearing a placid smile you had grown so familiar with — Quit it”.

Sosuke grinned “Oh, really? Whose fault is it? Were you not about to address me as a criminal? You never lose the habit of acting on your impulses. You truly are a feisty animal, after all” he taunted you, hand reaching for his eye-patch in the pocket of his trousers to latch it behind his nape and cover his eye.

You gawked, balling your hands into fists down your sides, nails digging onto your palms to resist the urge to slash his handsome face in the presence of an innocent child waiting for you to make her day.

“That’s what you are. — you hissed through gritted teeth, deciding to ignore the fact he was right to some extent — Now, before going back to Aoi, I will give you a small advice: don’t you dare to ruin her day out”.

Sosuke paused, glancing at the child playing with her plushie back in the living room. She was good-mannered, innocent. Not a complete nuisance “You are overprotective of that kid”.

“Her mother is a bitch. I have never seen her hug her daughter, or show affection to her. If I can somehow give Aoi a break, I am more than willing to do so” you explained, following his gaze with a softer tone accompanying your actions.

“You have a thing for misfits”.

You turned to look at him, furrowing your brows perplexedly “Excuse me?”.

“First, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. Then Shuhei. This kid here and now me. You can’t blame me for thinking you have a tendency of taking care of broken hearts and outcasts” he said, not even bothering to look back at you, before sauntering back to Aoi to announce you were indeed going spend the day on the beach.

When Gin harshly tugged at the shackles binding your hands together, you stumbled forwards. It was a measure you had never been subjected to. Aizen had told you it was temporary, just to send a message to the ravenous army of Espada craving your head, or wanting to put their hands on you to reduce you to the brand new plaything of Las Noches.

He had sent Gin Ichimaru to pick you up from your quarters. You had never trusted that man, that sly, creepy grin of his sent frissons over your skin every time you bumped into him. He had almost killed you back in the Soul Society. If you had not died back then, it was for shameless luck and Aizen’s healing spells. You often wondered what would have happened to you, if the Captain crossing roads with you was not him. He had this different way of dealing with you, this certain respect you refused to believe was genuine, given his betrayal. Looking back at it, you were glad he had never actually tried to kill you. It was irrational, but you had a feeling he felt some connection with you. Perhaps, you were just being delusional.

“You are hurting me” you hissed, glaring up at the willowy man guiding you down the monotonous, sterile corridors of Las Noches. He was conducting you to Aizen and the former Captain of the Ninth Division to join the incoming meeting as a guest.

For some reason, Aizen had requested your presence. He had refused to abide to your plea to let you stay in your bedroom. He wanted you there and you surely did not wish for his wrath to rain down on you upon defying him further.

“Oh, I apologize! Aizen-sama will not be pleased to know I have bruised those wrists of yours, I guess. — he sang, his mawkish tone earning a snort from you — Shall I feel a sting of remorse for what I have done? I mean, hurting a sweet girl you don’t even know could be convicted as pretty mean by the mankind. Am I right?”.

You halted, realizing he had stopped walking as well. The ominous clink of the chains dragging along the polished floor underneath your feet contributed to set off a chilling atmosphere around you two. You could not see Gin’s face, but you could tell he was probably reminiscing something. There was a double-meaning he was masterly concealing behind his typical brisk monologues. You had a feeling there was a deeper intent and message behind those words spoken in a desolate area of the castle.

“Some men out there hurt people and don’t even bother apologizing. — he stated, whipping his head towards you — They kill, mutilate, do pretty gory actions to lonely, lovely girls. But you know, Kurosaki, today I’m in a good mood and, to be honest, I’m not quite as bad as you may think I am” he stated, before walking over to you and grasping your wrists to inspect the damage.

You straightened your back, allowing him to chant what you had learned was a healing kidō to mend the bruised skin. Now that he had stopped rambling, you wanted to hear more from him.

“What are you hinting to?” you boldly asked him.

Gin smirked “I was just philosophizing”.

“Did someone hurt—”.

“Thin ice, Y/N-chan. — he suddenly hushed you, his fox eyes opening even so slightly to pin you on the spot — You are lucky to have someone watching your back. To be honest, I would like to hurt you, but I can’t do it. Now, don’t take me for someone who would be devoured by regrets for having hurt a woman. The only regret I have is not having finished you back in the Soul Society”.

Your blood ran cold and you expected his blade to pierce your heart, but the moment he turned around and tugged at the chains again you felt glad this torture was over. The sooner you were in the company of your worst enemy, the better. Once again, you found yourself wishing he was there with you, because you were absolutely certain he would have never hurt you. This man here, however, was on another level. He wanted you dead and, despite some Arrancars and Espada had told you the same, you could feel all of his hatred blanketing you like snow covering the ground. There was a thirst for vendetta in his actions that made you freeze on the spot.

You were so vulnerable without your blade. You wondered when you would have been able to snatch it away. It had been two weeks without training. You could sense your sword calling for you, but you could not just enter Aizen’s quarters so easily. You, the older Kurosaki, the independent girl who had never relied on anyone, were hoping day and night for your brother to save you. But he never came. He was not there and, regrettably, you wished you had not so selflessly swapped places with Orihime Inoue. Lost into self-deprecation, you had not realized Gin had stopped walking until you ended up bumping onto his back.

Sighing, you distanced yourself from him, only to meet a pair of chestnut brown eyes already transfixed on you. Aizen Sosuke stood right before you, next to him Kaname Tosen. Chills ran down your spine, when Gin roughly pushed you towards him, but this time you did not trip, much to his dismay. Delicately, Lord Aizen grasped your chin, inspecting your face. He always did that, checking on you as if he really cared about your health. Usually, you knew better than protesting, but you already knew what was going to happen this time.

Two days without seeing him and you had a small purple bruise on your cheekbone. Your stomach churned, his eyes turning as cold as ice.

“Who?”.

“It’s not even visible. It doesn’t hurt” you replied, turning your head to the side to slip away from his fingers. Such a pity he roughly grasped your jaw harder, tipping your head up to force an unbearable eye-contact. There was no hiding from him, especially when the matter concerned your safety.

“Someone has dared to hurt my guest in my castle. I’m legitimized to demand you to give me a name” he stated calmly but firmly, the air around you shifting to gloomy and asphyxiating. Tosen and Gin tensed, awaiting for you to quench Aizen’s thirst for blood. Yet, you failed their expectations.

You were sick and tired of gory battles and violence. Nnoitra deserved pain and sufferings. However, this was not Aizen’s battle. This was yours. You had promised yourself to make that bastard pay for his arrogance and perverse sense of superiority with your own blade. But while Aizen would have taken his life, you aspired to simply put him back into place.

You shook your head “It doesn’t concern you”.

The man before you arched a dark eyebrow, his grip on your jaw loosening as he rested his hand on the top of your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze “Don’t play mind games with me. I perfectly know why you’re hesitating to reveal the culprit’s name. You just fear to witness to what I may do to him”.

His words resonated in your head as you pressed your lips together and scoffed, forcing yourself not to add more details, to confirm his inklings. The moment he was about to press you again with more questions, an Arrancar materialiazed a few feet away from you two. Eyes downcast, knees planted onto the ground, the Hollow belonged to the newly promoted lower ranks. His aura was far from threatening and you could actually sense distinct waves of terror radiating from him.

Aizen shot him a cold glance “Speak” his baritone voice commanded, just as he took a hold of the chains binding your hands together to nudge towards the exit.

“The Espada are assembled and waiting for you, Lord Aizen” the Arrancar meekly announced, but the sound propagating in the corridor as soon as he pronounced his last word made you zone out. What was that?

Bones breaking, organs exploding, maybe. All you knew, as Aizen walked you to the spacious living room, was that something viscous and crimson red colored was splattered over the wall and on your white, pristine dress. Blood, it was blood you could not wipe away from your clothes and face as he urged you away from the crime scene. You could feel it drip down the column of your throat, cling onto the luxurious fabric of the uniform as your eyes landed on the Espada inspecting you in sheer curiosity.

You kept your head high, spacing out, completely ignoring Aizen rambling about his plot schemes. What had just happened was nothing but him showing you what kind of treatment would have fallen upon the Espada who had harmed you.

To catch your attention was Aizen’s spiritual pressure bending Grimmjow’s knees, squashing him onto the ground. People snickered, amused by the scene as the man flexed his power on him. No, no, you could not allow any more violence, you could not withstand it.

Dashing before Grimmjow, shielding him from Aizen’s sight, you winced as the chain yanked you back towards your captor. Your skin burned where the metal unforgivingly bit your flesh, but you did the only thing that could have somehow granted Grimmjow enough strength to stand back up and breathe again: you unleashed your own spiritual pressure, letting it clash against Aizen’s one. There was no competition, but you really gave it your best shot. Blood dribbled from your nose, as you glanced at Grimmjow from above your shoulder to check on him.

“W-What the fuck are you doing? You idiot, move!” the Sexta Espada rasped out, panting, as he tried to push himself up. It was working, at least.

Murmurs echoed around you, comments on how foolish you were and about how they would have loved to watch you die for your impertinence. Instead, Aizen diminished the intensity of his spiritual pressure and you did the same. Your knees failed you, your eyes meeting his, before you slumped onto the cold floor and your vision darkened.

The horde of screaming, rowdy kids trotting around you on the beach made you almost regret having asked Aoi what she would have loved to do to spend the day. There were parents chatting in small groups, teenagers playing beach-volley and a few stalls selling toys and handmade floral decorations. The temperature was nice, the gentle breeze caressing your skin making the summer heat bearable. Holding her hand, you let the child guide you to explore the area, her cheerful laughter warming you up from the inside.

When she stopped by a giant yellow sign, pointing her finger at it, you blinked: ‘Wreaths competition! Do your best to win a limited edition Stitch’.

“I want to win the plushie! Please, please! Can you help me out?” Aoi begged you, turning towards you with such a puppy face you struggled to keep your composure. You had to killed the time somehow.

You were screwed. But you reminded yourself why you were doing it.

“Okay, okay. — you agreed, settling your hand over her head — Listen, while I attempt to create good garlands and crowns, why don’t you go play with Sosuke and collect some seashells? Maybe we can make some pretty necklaces too, later” you suggested, before shooting a subtle glance at Sosuke that implied he had to accompany her and protect the kid with his own life. It was a test, to be fair. You wanted him to show you that you could trust him a little bit.

He arched his eyebrow up, upper lip twitching imperceptibly but not escaping your hawk-eyes “Have fun with the flowers” he falsely muttered, before gesturing for Aoi to follow him down to the shore.

The sight of him walking side by side with the small kid made you faintly smile. It was the furthest thing from your imagination. Aizen Sosuke dealing with kids, babysitting them, controlling his hunger for power and cold indifference for the sake of a little child almost sounded like the beginning of a chilling horror story. However, you were willing to test the waters. Maybe, he was not the best choice to make, when it came down to pick a man to watch over kids, but he was surprisingly trying his best.

Down the shore, while Sosuke kept his eyes transfixed on the Ocean, Aoi began to choose the best seashells she came across in her exploration. Apparently, she had taken the task seriously. The special threat was not much bothered by her presence, as long as she just did her job silently. As he had already assessed back home, this human was well-behaved. Suddenly, however, she tugged at his trousers to draw his attention. Peace did not last long.

Sosuke averted his eyes from the crystal water and, arms folded over his chest, he looked down at the little girl “What’s the matter?” he asked, not bothering to adjust his tone of voice to a softer one.

“Why didn’t you kiss her when you walked away? You’re not very affectionate with her” Aoi piped out, making him stiffen up.

Oh, now the situation was getting interesting. The human child was questioning his relationship with Y/N. He knew that he had to be careful about what he said, especially since it would have been only fair to confront her before adding more details about their ‘love-story’. But Sosuke could perfectly handle the situation. He was not a fool and manipulating people had somehow been the key for his success. Playing a child was even easier, given their simple mind.

He cleared his throat, a small smile curving his lips “You see, she’s a little upset with me right now. I’m more than sure she wouldn’t appreciate my kisses at the moment” he lied, only for Aoi to shake her head and toss away in the water a chipped scallop.

“All girls like kisses! If you apologize and give her one she is going to forgive you” she mumbled, only for Sosuke to widen his eyes at her acute observation. Ah, she was not a fool.

“This is what happens in fairytales, though”.

“But she’s a princess! Look at her, she’s so beautiful!” Aoi insisted, tapping on his knee again and this time he could only follow her gaze.

When his eyes landed on you, he was pleasantly welcomed with a boculic and tender vision he had never even dreamed of in his whole life. Sitting with a group of women and their children, you were smiling softly as you held a baby in your arms. Your eyes shimmered in a light he had never seen before, as you playfully showed a pretty wreath to the newborn in your arms, soon settling it on the top of your head. You were the incarnation of kindness and to him you had always been some sort of a mindblowing enigma he could not solve. You looked so happy, so beautiful like that.

His mind wandered for a few moments, venturing in thoughts he had never keened to contemplate in his life. A child. You. A peaceful life. Your hips had always been his addiction. Even when he had finally had you pinned underneath him, Sosuke could not help himself but squeeze on them, caressing your hipbones with hunger.

A man who controlled himself like he did was a slave to such a primal and basic need. Why did he want to breed you? He would have loved watching his seed leak out of you again, just like in the Soul Society. Gosh, he could have done it again and again, fucking you until could not feel your legs anymore and your tummy hurt. He could give you the world, he would have kissed you from your lips to the valley between your legs, if only you let him in. How could you not understand it?

His cock twitched his pants and he gritted his teeth, his eyes straying away from you as he caught a glimpse of the baby tugging at the neckline of your dress.

He had to have you. Again. That night.

Still, the real problem was the Hōgyoku. It was true he had studied the abilities of that source of power and energy, however it was mostly uncovered what else it could do. Sosuke was almost certain the Hōgyoku had made him infertile, but what if, among the wills of its owner, that small device could also bend its powers to grant his seed to fertilize an egg cell?

When he heard you calling out their names, Sosuke ran his fingers through his hair and patted on Aoi’s head absent-mindedly “Let’s go, she’s looking for us”.

The small kid beamed and ran up to you, leaving Sosuke behind with his thoughts and the unfamiliar feeling of coveting the same things those mortal men had: a family. He was not husband material, he was a villainous man with too much ego to settle down and put his aspirations aside. Maybe, though, now he could have it. It was just a matter of when and with who. He never understood love, that feeling leaving people besotted with another being was foreign to him. Despite that, when he saw you hand the plushie to Aoi and pick her up to spin her around mid-air he was absolutely certain that, if he were to choose a woman to share his heart and life with, he would have always chosen you.

When you put Aoi down, she giggled and squeezed the giant Stitch to her chest, relinquishing the feeling of finally having what she had craved so badly. You felt a sense of fulfillment in seeing her happy. You had watched her pass by your door with a pouty face too many times not to make her day with such a small gesture. Glancing at Sosuke, you noted he was holding some seashells in his hands and a breathless chuckle left your lips. A melody he had yearned to hear for too long to forget how it sounded and how his heart had always picked up its rate whenever you laughed in his proximity.

“What’s so funny?” he inquired, before grasping your hand and putting the colorful shells onto your palm.

You shrugged and scrunched up your nose “Nothing. It’s just that… I didn’t expect you to carry the seashells for her. That’s nice”.

He rolled his eyes “She sprinted towards you as soon as you called for us. Also, I knew you would have not been pleased if I lost them”.

You hummed and nodded your head, before picking up Aoi and sighing. The flower wreath over your head shifted, almost slipping off and he was quick to catch it, positioning it back in its original place. You stilled, eyes widening even so slightly before he lowered his face enough to let your noses brush together and this small action stole your breath from your lungs.

“You look beautiful like that” he commented, but before you could even thank him for the unexpected compliment, your phone rang and the jig was up. You did not catch the gleam of disappointment darkening his eyes as you stepped away to answer your call. Still, you were genuinely surprised to find yourself missing a kiss that never lingered on your lips.

You spent most of the day at the beach. You had to admit something had changed between you and Sosuke. You began to impoperly see him as reliable, a mistake you could not forgive yourself for. You knew how foolish of you it was to esteem him as a good man. He was a murderer, a manipulator, a traitor, the devil himself. To keep him out of your head, you had resorted to busy yourself in teaching Aoi how to thread the flowers together, or how to do cartwheels. But when it came down to eat lunch together, you were forced sit on a bench right next to Sosuke. The couples passing-by with their kids attempted more than once to strike up cordial conversations with you two, while their children played around with Aoi. It was challenging keeping up that farse. Sosuke, on the other hand, was perfectly fine with shooting you adoring glances. Arm looped around your shoulders to pull you closer to him, small adventures invented about your encounters to feed the interlocutors an epic love story, you were hating him for depicting a good, healthy relationship you knew he could never establish with you.

With you! You felt so pathetic for even considering the possibility of dating him for real. In other life, in other universe though, if he was not a monster, you could have allowed yourself to fall irrevocably in love with him.

The last blow that made your stomach somersault was what Aoi told you, by the front door of her house when you accompanied her back home “I wish you two were my parents”.

That innocent way of declaring how loved she had felt with you two affected you more than you liked to admit. You had a quick dinner with Sosuke, barely talking to him, before you decided once again to isolate yourself in the privacy of your bedroom. Clutching the sheets in your hands, you laid face first onto your pillow and commiserated yourself for your stupid sensitivity. Weren’t those signs you just wanted someone to love you so desperately it hurt? You wanted to be loved and to love freely. But your life was too complicated for indulging into the delights of a couple-life.

A knock on your door brought you back to reality and you huffed in contempt, before rolling off of the bed and opening the door. Sosuke stood there, still fully dressed, beside the fact he had taken off his eye-patch and had undone some buttons of his white shirt. Mother nature had made him too handsome not to admire.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, but this belongs to you. — he stated, handing you the bag of the gift he had bought you yesterday — Given the fact I know no one else who could wear it besides you, I’m afraid you have no other option but to accept it” he observed, only for you to sigh and grasp the bag.

“Come in” you said, turning your back at him and allowing your villainous roommate to enter your bedroom. Years ago, it would have sounded reckless to let him inside such a private part of your house. But did it make some sense, considering you had practically slept in his arms yesterday night?

You sat on the edge of the bed, silence swallowing you two for some seconds, before you looked up at him and finally decided to show appreciation for the day “Oh, and… Thank you, I guess”.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just thought this would have complimented your skin”.

You shook your head “I’m not talking about the gift. Thank you for having been a decent person at beach. — you corrected him, nails peeling away the sticker keeping the bag closed — And for the flattery remark you reserved to me out of the blue” you added coyly.

He smirked, taking a seat next to you without asking for your permisioon “It may sound so out of character coming from me, but I genuinely meant it. You are beautiful” he insisted, stretching his legs before him.

Good thing you had occupied yourself with pulling the fine piece of cloth out of the bag. Your heart was skipping beats repeatedly, almost leaving you out of breath. You scrutinized the red silky nightgown in awe, letting the smooth fabric slip through your fingers to fully appreciate its consistency. To add class to the item was the generous neckline bordered with lace. He definitely had good taste, but you were damn sure he had probably purchased such a scandalous nightgown to mess with your head.

You cleared your throat, folding it with care before putting it back into the bag and settling it down at your feet “It’s really beautiful. — you stated then, uncapable of turning your attention to him — But don’t you think it’s somewhat daring?”.

“Are you offended?”.

“What? No! — you fretted, cheeks warming up — It’s just that … I don’t know if I’m confident enough to wear it” you admitted, shrugging as you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. Well, this was definitely not a conversation you expected to have with him, or with a man in general. It was not like you had zero self-esteem. Honestly, it was more due to the fact that with your chaotic life, you did not have a lot of occasions to dress up. Let alone wearing something so revealing in bed for someone.

Sosuke let your words sink in for a few moments, before shifting on his seat to face you properly “Show me”.

“What?” you quipped, goggling at him as if he had just shouted a blasphemy in the middle of the road.

“I said ‘show me’. — he encouraged you again, gesturing at the bag at your feet nonchalantly — If you don’t feel comfortable in it, I’ll buy you a new one”.

You chuckled, your reaction earning a baffled glance from him. He was trying to be kind, probably. Still, it sounded hilarious. Also, why did he want to buy you stuff? You could provide for yourself on your own. He stared at you, silently demanding an explanation to your behavior while you stood up, grasping the fine piece of cloth “Sorry, I … I just don’t see why it seems to be so important to you”.

“Because that’s a gift. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of it”.

“Since when you care about my feelings?”.

He was not liking where the conversation was going “Just go to change. Isshin did an horrific job with you”.

You rolled your eyes at him, complying to his request and going to the bathroom to try the damn nightgown…Only to realize you actually adored it. The color really complimented your skin. The fabric embraced your curves perfectly, smoothly cascading down your valleys, barely reaching your upper thighs. You felt your body on fire, the idea of presenting yourself to him like that made you press your legs together in a combination of embarrassment and arousal. Why, though? Did you have something to be ashamed of? Absolutely not. He had seen you fully naked before and you were dressed now. Poorly, but you were still not indecent.

Stalling would have only prolonged the agony. Swallowing your pride, you made your way back to him. His eyes, strangely warm tonight, immediately pinned you on the spot. Basking in your beauty, Sosuke did not move from where he was sitting. He watched you intently, impassible face to let you stew on your own juice. To break the ice was your voice.

“To be honest, I have never forseen myself giving you a défilé. — you stated, eyes downcast — Somehow, it’s even worse than… Uhm, nevermind, forget it”.

“It’s even worse than sex. Is that what you wanted to say?”.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, the sensation familiar to you after all the times he had read you like an open book. It was frustrating dealing with the only person in the entire universe you could not block out of your head. Nodding your head, you shrugged in defeat and turned on your heels to leave the room. Sosuke, on the other hand, was not done talking. Not yet.

“You look even better than I had imagined, you know?”.

“Oh, please, I don’t need a pep talk” you argued.

“Indeed. — Sosuke agreed, raising from his seat to amble towards you — I believe you just need to be reminded you are a woman. You need someone who boosts your ego for the power you possess over men” he reasoned, hitting a nerve you had been trying to ignore for too long. How long had it been since someone had really made you feel special, appreciate you in all your glory? Searching for the name of an individual who had empowered you to that length, well, you found no one.

And, sadly, before that little adventure with Sosuke, your last intercourse was with Shuhei. Something happened in the heat of the moment, not really unexpected, but there were not the strong feelings of the attentions you craved. He liked you, it was plain and simply. But what had he done to show you how much he cared, if after an argument he had disappeared without saying goodbye? Adding salt to the wound was not helping. Especially since all of that thinking was leading you to reminisce about Sosuke.

God, he really knew how to fuck you and blow your mind.

“I see you still have fun in playing the role of the psychologist” you sarcastically remarked, indulging him into whatever he was keening to achieve. Frissons skimmed over your naked shoudlers for the inklings you were getting. Once again, you were diving into dangerous situations.

“Tell me, when is the last time a man made you feel like you were on top of the world? Has someone ever worshipped your body?” he inquired, ignoring your sass and letting his eyes travel shamelessly down your body.

Gluttonous like a vulture, attentive like a golden eagle, Sosuke had cornered you without giving you enough time to realize it. You were always screwed, when it came down to him.

“You must be out of your mind, if you merely think I’m going to discuss my sex life with you. — you dissuaded him from illuding himself he could ask you more about your relationship, your feelings and private matters — Now, unless you’re a masochist who wishes to be kicked out of my bedroom, I’d like to get some sleep. Alone” you punctuated, indicating the door at your back with a tight smile on your lips.

You wished you had been more convincing, you wished he was not that close to you and that you had not given much importance to what you had felt with him that night and morning. You wished you had take another step back, that the moment he had trapped you between his body and the wall you had protested.

When you thought you could resist him, showing him you were not affected by his presence and avanaces, he knelt in front of you. His hands glided over your legs, cupping your calves, whilst he captured your gaze with his deep, almond eyes “Your words and gestures tells you don’t even know what I’m talking about and it’s a shame. — he said, fingers now tickling the back of your thighs while he let his nose graze against your lower belly tentatively — I won’t beat about the bush, I want to show you what it feels like to be lavished. Push me away now, Y/N, or I’ll begin” he lowly warned you, but your fingers threading through his soft strands did not yank his head back to yell at his face.

You gaped, uncapable to refuse him, to bring yourself to think straight. That passion you had felt with him, that level of pleasure had been obnubilating your mind for too long. You wanted it, you wanted him again. Wrong at the eyes of so many people, you instead began to see it as a mere stress relief. Even if you knew it was so much more. Why not giving in, then? Why not perseverating? Nobody had to know.

“Sosuke, if this shit leaves your mouth and becomes a dinner conversation, I’ll make you choke on your dick” you threatened him, legs finally spreading to give him more access to your clothed pussy.

He grinned, fingers hooking underneath the elastic band of your panties, tugging the item down until you kicked it off in a hurry “And giving up on the chance to fuck you to oblivion after arguments, or in stormy, depressing nights? You know me better than that” he crooned, hand lifting your right thigh to settle it on top of his shoulder, the access to your tight hole clenching around nothing much easier now.

You never had a man kneeling before you to give you oral. To think the closest thing to a God was currently lapping at your core in such a degrading position was electrifying. Yet, you were far from deeming yourself in a superior position. He still had the upper hand.

He hummed, head slipping underneath the skirt of your nightgown, as his tongue ran flatly over your velvet folds, fingertips digging onto the plush of your thighs. His warm tongue seeked your clitoris and twirled around it, testing your reaction. You felt ashamed of how loudly you moaned, of how you were grateful he was keeping you balanced above him, otherwise you would have surely tumbled down onto the floor. Mostly, though, you felt embarrassed by the spasmodic buckling of your hips, by the way your hands were pushing his head closer to your need in search for more friction. He had turned you into a madwoman.

He groaned and you straightened your back, flattenening it against the wall “I’m sorry!” you quipped, chest raising and falling erratic, stupidly thinking you had somehow hurt him.

You could not see his face, hidden by the gown, but you heard him rasp out an answer against your pubes “If you apologize again, I’ll stop”.

And no, you did not want him to stop, not when his fingers spread your puffy lips and he tickled the sensitive area around your opening with the tip of his tongue. You were going insane, body on fire under his ministrations, under the smoldering orgasm building up in your lower belly. You tried and failed to remember one time another man had pleasured you this much.

“Sosuke!” you cried out, mouth falling ajar as you lolled your head back against the wall.

He did not stop his onslaught on you. His voracious mouth licked, sucked, penetrated into you like that of a starving man. Your thighs were quivering, shaking violently, while you held him close to you and, dear God, if he was leading you to crave more than just that.

Only when you were on the edge of reaching your climax, he stopped. His breath was ragged, his face glistening in your arousal, while he stood back up and encircled you waist with his arms. You were panting, sweaty, whimpering in need as you kissed him passionately, not even thinking twice. Tongues danced together, while he held you close and you tasted yourself in his mouth.

He grinned against your lips “Do you feel that? That’s your taste. Men should bathe into it and feel like they’re reborn” he whispered, while you both stumbled towards your bed, falling onto it tangled in one.

And it was in that moment that something into you cracked. Aizen Sosuke could give you the world and that very night you were in for it.

AUTHOR NOTE.

My dear readers, I had said I didn’t want to split the chapter but I had to. Editing is as stressful as writing, trust me, and I could not do more than that. I will include the rest of the smut part in the next chapter! Please, let me know what you think about this!

Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

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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)

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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.

˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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.”

˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

*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

@noirfan12 @hon3ysun

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟭

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

a/n: hello my loveliessss! i decided to take a statistics class during the summer so i ran behind on my rec lists 😔 i apologize in advance if any of the authors tagged get spammed. kk luv y'all 🙂‍↔️🩷

BLEACH:

Sosuke Aizen

I’d Die For You (And I Have) — @diorsbrando ༝༚༝༚

CRIMINAL  MINDS:

Aaron Hotchner

Being a Suspect and Being Interviewed by Hotch — @ddejavvu

Being Secretly Married to Hotch⎢2 ⎢ 3 ⎢  — ^

Crossing a Line — @luveline

First Outing with the New Baby — ^

Cute Blurb — @zvdvdlvr

Domestic!Hotch — @inkdrinkerworld

“Look at me” — @basketonthedoorstepofthefbi

I’ve Got My Eye on You — @em-prentiss

What If… — @dudeitiskarev

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna w/ a Clingy Concubine — @sttoru

LAW AND ORDER: SVU:

Elliot Stabler

The Connection — @fatecantstopme

Love is Never Easy — ^

That’s Not What I See — ^

Making it Official — @specialagentmonkey

MORTAL KOMBAT:

Multi-Character

NSFW Thoughts on the Lin Kuei Trio — @heavenlyvision

How the Lin Kuei Trio React While You are Giving Birth to Their Child — @elisiafarias

Bi Han/Sub Zero

The Grandmaster and His Concubine — @c-nstantine ༝༚༝༚

Bi Han and Child No. 8 — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Bi Han Smut — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Bi Han and His Breeding Kink — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Under the Cherry Blossom Tree — @brownsugarwrites ༝༚༝༚

Waiting For a New Arrival — @todoroki-tina

How the Lin Kuei Trio Would React if Their Baby Got Sick: Bi Han — @elisiafarias

History Maker — @tiredfox64

Bi Han with a Sun Goddess!Reader — @obsessedwrhys

Kiss the Girl — @vinaxxo 

Staying in with Bi Han While It’s Snowing — @sillygoosealert

Betrothed — @thisonehere

Wounded — @hunterwritings

[nugulover69]

Any recommendation of sentai with "bratty/asshole-ish red" type? I love bratty reds.... Gira's a special case because while he's not "bratty" I love his tears and sufferings haha

Extremely good ask Anon, I have a few reccs

Jan - Gekiranger

Feral cat boy (as in "literally raised by tigers" feral) SUPER BRATTY especially early on. he does become less bratty over the course of the show as part of his character arc (his domestication arc if you will) but its a really well done character arc. mega genki and utterly precious. also he has the speech pattern of a toddler. you'd think that would be annoying but it only adds to his kitty charm

Gekiranger also just a great show I'd recommend it to anyone

In fact here's more Jans to peer pressure you into watching it

Sosuke - Go-onger

Absolute menace to society. def in the "asshole" category of red, massive ego and braindead stupid. I mean all of the go-ons are stupid, that's their in-canon strength as a team, but he's like "undiagnosed CTE/chimpanzee on adderall" type stupid. and violent! utter bastard love him dearly

These last 2 reds aren't bratty or mean BUT they do suffer a lot and I wanna recommend these shows anyways

Red - Gaoranger

Yes his name is Red, the gaos refer to each other by their colors not their government names. moderately genki, a wee bit dumb and just plain strange. and hoooo boy does he get his shit rocked. all the gaos get their shit rocked, often out-of-suit and for several real world minutes at a time. several members die. they get better tho. I won't say which ones

Gaoranger is my personal favorite midtier sentai. barely a plot and zero character progression but its a fun brainless watch. even better to watch one handed wink wonk

Yamato - Zyuohger

Opposite of bratty and mean, he's super accommodating and nice almost to the point of being a pushover and his genki attitude is very obviously a mask, not helped by his teammates being a bunch of ornery animals (literal) plus a needy, emotionally volatile sixth. also mans got daddy issues. and mommy issues. and uncle issues. Yamato's suffering is just as mental as it is physical. and plenty of physical suffering is had

Zyuohger actual good show as well, even when not accounting for the plentiful ryona

Also I haven't watched dekaranger yet (I hear its just Fine) but I do know dekared is absolutely batshit. like dropkicking his teammates type batshit. if anyone wants to recommend more bratty/cunt reds from sentais I haven't seen yet to Anon, speak your truth x

[r-chaics]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟎𝟕: 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

# 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂. dependency, separation anxiety, depictions of fire, financial stress

star sign: libra

libras are said to be diplomatic, just, and prioritize love and beauty. they are also known for being obsessed with symmetry and creating balance in their lives. libras are ruled by venus, the planet of love, beauty, and money, so they are said to enjoy art, intellectualism, and beautiful objects. some say libras make great designers, decorators, art critics, and stylists. however, they may also struggle with indecisiveness, dependency, and laziness.

mythological creature: chi long — dragon of protection and auspiciousness

chi long was originally an animal from the sea; after years of magical cultivation, it became a type of dragon that looks like a gecko with no horns.  the marine origin made chi long a good fighter against fire. unlike other strong dragons, chi long is closer to people’s daily lives, which makes it the symbol of luck, happiness, romantic relationships, and a promising career. therefore, its image was widely used in people’s clothes, accessories, and decorations.

folktale: the butterfly lovers

it's the story of two lovers, liang shanbo 梁山伯 and zhu yingtai 祝英台, separated by fate and yet, not even death could separate them. death transforms them in two marvellous butterflies whose wings will beat together forever.

fairytale character (classical or modern): sosuke from ponyo

sōsuke is a five-year-old boy who lives with his mother, lisa, in a small house on a cliff by the sea. his father, kōichi, works as a captain on a ship, which means he's often away from home. sōsuke is kind, brave, and mature for his age, taking on responsibilities that are beyond his years. by the end of the film, sōsuke's pure-hearted love and commitment are instrumental in ponyo's transformation and in restoring harmony between the human and magical worlds.

3 fictional tropes: golden retriever boyfriend, malewife, the power of love

golden retriever boyfriend - a "golden retriever boyfriend" is a male character who embodies the cheerful, loyal, and loving traits commonly associated with a golden retriever dog. he is the epitome of positivity and enthusiasm, always eager to please and deeply devoted to his partner. his affectionate nature is expressed through physical touches, kind words, and thoughtful actions that demonstrate his unwavering support. this character often brightens the mood with his playful and sometimes goofy demeanor, providing a sense of joy and comfort to those around him. he stands in contrast to more aloof or brooding characters, highlighting his warmth and approachability. in romantic comedies or dramas, the "golden retriever boyfriend" is the heart of the relationship, offering steadfast loyalty and an infectious zest for life that makes him an ideal partner. malewife - the "malewife" trope describes a male character who takes on traditional domestic roles typically associated with a housewife, challenging conventional gender norms. this character is nurturing and emotionally supportive, often excelling in household chores such as cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the home. he provides a loving and stable environment, acting as the caregiver within the family dynamic. the "malewife" supports a partner who may be the primary breadwinner or more career-focused, demonstrating that domestic labor is valuable and respectable regardless of gender. in sitcoms or dramas, the "malewife" is portrayed as competent and caring, emphasizing the importance of emotional labor and the strength it brings to family and relationships. the power of love - the "power of love" trope is a timeless theme in literature and media, depicting love as a transformative and redemptive force capable of overcoming great obstacles. love motivates characters to perform heroic acts, make significant sacrifices, and achieve personal growth. it serves as a healing force, helping characters recover from past traumas or emotional wounds. love unifies and brings harmony, often leading to reconciliation and happy endings. in romantic narratives, love triumphs over adversity, while in epic tales, it inspires protagonists to defeat evil and save the day. the enduring message of "the power of love" is that love's strength lies in its ability to transform lives and bring about positive change, making it a central theme in stories of all genres.

romantic or platonic trope: puppy love, defrosting ice queen, friends to lovers

puppy love - the intense, often naive affection and infatuation typically experienced during the early stages of a young romance. This relationship dynamic is characterized by its innocence, playfulness, and earnest emotions, mirroring the boundless energy and enthusiasm of a young puppy. Partners in a puppy love relationship are often deeply enamored with each other, displaying an idealistic and romanticized view of their bond. They revel in each other's company, engaging in affectionate gestures, constant communication, and a seemingly insatiable desire to spend time together. defrosting ice queen- she is the ice queen: cool, reserved, and giving nothing away. she may want love as ardently as anyone, but she masks her soft heart behind a wall of ice. it is up to someone else, typically her love interest, to soften her cold demeanor and win her love. friends to lovers - the "friends to lovers" relationship dynamic is a beloved trope in literature, film, and real life, characterized by the gradual evolution of a deep friendship into a romantic relationship. this dynamic begins with two individuals who share a strong, platonic bond built on mutual trust, understanding, and shared experiences. they are each other's confidants, offering unwavering support, laughter, and companionship. the beauty of this dynamic lies in its foundation; the couple has already established a significant emotional connection and a profound understanding of each other's personalities, quirks, and dreams. intimate healing - oftentimes, the only way to treat someone is to engage in some rather intimate activity. some of these techniques are derived from actual methods, but often they're played up. you know why. frequently done to a plot-induced illness. variants include the "mouth-to-mouth medicine dosing" or "medicine kiss", climbing into bed with the patient to keep them warm/cool them down (nakedness "for better skin contact" optional), and so forth. more explicit titles may have straight-up "healing through sex"

creepypasta story: the fire

it's right up against the city's edge now. it's no longer speaking. it's screaming. its hundred voices are shouting in that language. this all sounds crazy, even to me, and i'm living through it. the guys in white coats obviously failed at whatever they were trying to do with the fire. we saw an unmarked white helicopter fly overhead, with that same guy's voice blaring down. something about an evacuation. i couldn't hear him. the fire was screaming too loud. there are more of those crazy people, like the ones in the tents. maybe it's just the fire driving people insane. i'm surprised i'm not totally cracked, having to live next to a screaming fire. i suppose it's just a matter of time now.

greek god or goddess: apollo

greek mythology states that apollo had been mocking the god of love, eros (also known as cupid). in retaliation, eros fired two arrows: a gold arrow that struck apollo and made him fall in love with daphne, and a lead arrow that made daphne hate apollo. under the spell of the arrow, apollo continued to follow daphne, but she continued to reject him. apollo told daphne that he would love her forever.

time of day where they draw the most energy: 6 am

their achilles heel: kindness

medieval weapon of choice: fire ships

survival, starvation, or death by the undead in the apocalypse: survival

which of the seven sins represent them? horseman of the apocalypse?: lust, none

what their superpower would be: healing touch

could they pull excalibur from the stone?: yes

one aesthetic for each of the five senses (taste, hearing, sight, smell, touch):

taste - the salty taste of your best friend's blood while sucking on their papercut before bandaging it. hearing - side-splitting laughter over a bad joke ringing with pure delight sight - a harrowingly beautiful sunrise in a lurid colors of vibrant reds and oranges that remind you of fire smell - a rich and enticing smell of savory dishes simmering on the stove lulling you into satiation touch - a golden locket containing a picture of your loved one pressed against the heart

a bad habit that won’t go away: frivolous spending

a recurring nightmare: a house fire, separating him from his loved ones

an object they consider their lucky charm: a key to taka’s home worn around their neck instead of on a keychain

[hissorihaka]

☆ Soukisu Charm ☆

I have three of them on my end that need a home! I had placed an order to restock for upcoming cons and had a chance to add the design to be made into a charm again because sadly, I didn’t get an extra one when the charm commission orders were sent into production. My vendor tends to give me extras and I received an extra charm for all designs except for Soukisu (ノ_<、)

Just a heads up, commissioners are aware that I can use the designs as I please which includes making merch to sell. The only exception are OCs. That being said, since these are limited charms that won’t have a reprint, I’ll be selling them for $20. However, if I can get eight people or more to buy this charm I’ll lower the price to my normal charm price of $9 and I’ll be able to have more available in stock and be used as a charm to stay in my store. Also, this will lead in me gifting the original commissioner a special gift as well as a second charm of their commission as a bonus and a thank you ♡

For those who want this cute Soukisu charm, please send me a message and I’ll add you to my list. I’ll leave this mini “preorder” open until the 27th of this month and after that day, I’ll contact those on the list for further instructions. Any questions or concerns, let me know~! ( ´▽` )♡

[hatsukeii]

hey! could i request boyfriend! sousuke, makoto and rin headcanons? 💕 thank you!

yusyusyusyusyusssss

lmao I’m straight binging free rn deadass alr done w s2 and it’s been like 2 days 

Sorry but Rin>>>>>>>>>>

Anyways onto the headcanons!!

All gender neutral btw:33

*Gifs are not mine:>

🌊Yamazaki Sosuke🌊

- Yikes I feel really bad for not liking him until the end of season two-

- But anyways,

- Sosuke is um... kinda dense I feel like. 

- Like he doesn’t really catch up on cues.

- The two of you could be out and there would be these girls staring at him.

- He would literally pay no mind and get confused when you start pulling him away.

- “(Y/n)? I thought you wanted to go into that store?”

- “Sosuke those girls are staring, we can come back later.”

- “Huh? So they’re staring, what’s the deal?”

- “Sosuke wha???”

- Yeah, that. 

- But don’t worry, he has eyes for you and YOU ONLY!!

- Lmao I feel like he’s popular with girls but he’ll just turn them down straight up.

- “Sorry, I’m not interested, and I already have a partner.”

- Yike feelsbadman.

- Okay aside from all that, Sosuke is honestly an AMAZING BOYFRIEND LJAHDAWHD-

- He’s very stoic in public, kinda harsh, but he has that one soft spot for you.

- Extra soft spot.

- With you he’s super caring, very sweet, protective, just sjkhncef yes.

- Definitely gets jealous sometimes when you’re getting too touchy feely with another guy.

- God forbid you to hug a guy in front of him.

- He isn’t one to boast or show you off, he’s very lowkey with the relationship.

- Not much PDA, maybe a little bit of hand holding or finger linking but that’s about it.

- When the first years found out you two were dating let me tell you they were shook.

- Momotarou was very, very jealous, to say the least.

- Probably didn’t get intimate until like months into the relationship.

- And no I don’t mean intimate as in sex but like kissing or sth like that.

- It took him some time to warm up to the idea of just a relationship, but kissing? Even longer.

- He had this mindset where it was like oh if I kiss her then I’ll start drifting out of focus and I’ll forget about swimming and then my dream is going to be out of reach and-

- Yeah, he still kissed you so...

- When he found out about his shoulder you were the first one he turned to.

- He couldn’t let other people find out, but he trusted you.

- Awww he was devastated.

- He definitely didn’t cry for hours.

- And he definitely didn’t make your shirt wet from crying.

- And he absolutely did not refuse to let go of you at night when the two of you were about to sleep.

- Great boyfriend material, 9/10 would recommend bc of the obliviousness.

🐢Makoto Tachibana🐢

- He’s the man.

- Like THE MAN.

- You’ve reached the top of the list.

- God DAMN HE IS SUCH A GOOD BOYFRIEND.

- He’s genuinely caring, understandig, a tiny bit awkward, super sweet, if husbando material was a person, this would be it.

- He likes PDA definitely, but not like extreme PDA.

- Hand holding, maybe an arm around your waist, occasional peck on the cheek in public, about that.

- Not one to show you off but wouldn’t mind doing that if anyone asked about it.

- “Yeah, I do have an amazing partner, thanks for asking.”

- Likes it when you play w his hair!!

- He’s just so supportive of everything you do oh god.

- You like gaming? Hell yeah, he’s cheering you on. You’re an artist? Draw him like one of your French boys. You’re a dancer? Hypes you up when you’re busting it down.

- Awww and he’s such a dork too!!

- If you guys have a movie night, pick a horror movie.

- Baby is so scared of the paranormal that he’ll be clinging to you throughout the entire thing.

- “Mako, it really isn’t that scary-”

- “We’re moving out if this apartment is cursed.”

- “Mako you don’t even live here yet.”

- Jumps so hard at jumpscares and just shoves his head into your neck even further.

- It’s like an extra cuddle session.

- Except you’re laughing your ass off and he’s so scared that his soul probably left his body.

- Very soft spoken, and he hates to argue.

- I mean if you guys fight you’d usually just feel bad and apologise first.

- *cough because he usually never picks the fights.

- Lots of bear hugs and cuddles!!

- Is the big spoon, will forever be the big spoon.

- Okay he tries to cook he really does.

- But he’s so clumsy oh god.

- Usually results in the food being weirdly sweet, or an entire bag of cheese accidentally dumped onto the floor.

- Thank god he hasn’t burned the apartment down yet.

- Just help him cook man he can’t do it himself.

- Good at pretty much everything else though.

- Actually enjoys doing domestic stuff.

- I feel like some of the swim club members were jealous of you-

- Okay maybe not jealous but definitely envious.

- Honestly it seems like they would happily take your place and date Makoto but can you really blame them??

- Overall 10/10 because he seriously tried to sell your apartment on eBay once after a horror movie.

🦈Rin Matsuoka🦈

- Oh god where do I even start.

- ROMANTIC.

- SUCH A CLASSIC ROMANTIC.

- THAT SHIT IS LITERALLY CANON AND I LIVE FOR IT.

- Definitely PDA.

- Will kiss you in front of people just to piss them off.

- Shows you off ALL THE TIME.

- “Oh you can cook? Well so can my partner.”

- “Oh you need help with maths? My partner’s amazing at it gimme a second lemme call them.”

- Lmao it kinda annoys the swim club.

- “Rin senpai, we know you’re not single, you don’t have to rub it in...” ~Momotarou

- Does he care? No.

- Cheeky little shit, I love him-

- Will get jealous very, very easily.

- “Babe, that dude was looking at you weird, can we leave and come back?”

- “Awww is my baby Rin jealous~?”

- “Shut up:)”

- Will not hesitate to fight anyone that hurts you.

- Takes you on the cheesiest dates.

- Beaches, stargazing, nice restaurant, libraries, anything that he’s seen in those old romance movies.

- And he’s such a gentleman when it comes down to it too.

- Holds the door open, gives you piggyback rides if you’re tired, literally kisses the back of your hand before every date, you name it.

- Oh my god I’m so in love w this cheesy awkward dork-

- He’s got a lotta shit bottled up so do expect him to get moody at times.

- Nothing a good cry and cuddle session can’t fix though.

- Likes to feel you curled up against his chest while he plays with your hair.

- Presses your head closer so you can feel his heartbeat just like those kdramas portray it it’s not like he watches them or anything-

- If he’s crying then you’re gonna have to do the cuddling.

- Do the same to him as he does for you when the two of you cuddle.

- Except also stroke his hair and tell him everything’s gonna be okay.

- He needs someone to show that they care thanks for coming to my ted talk.

- When you’re upset he’ll probably start crying too.

- He can’t stand to see someone he cares about upset.

- Hypes you up whenever he gets the chance.

- Will do stupid shit just to see you smile.

- He’s actually very emotional and sensitive, so please take care of him.

- The dynamics in the relationship though like wow they’re insanely good.

- The two of you are just straight vibing.

- Overall 11/10 because I’m clearly biased😌💅.

[ao3feed-assassin-class]

You're forgetting something.

You’re forgetting something. by Lillydoesfanficstuff

Sosuke tries to leave without waking up Yuuma. Unfortunately, his husband's a light sleeper, who doesn't take too kindly to not getting to say goodbye.

Words: 531, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassination Classroom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Isogai Yuuma, Sugaya Sousuke

Relationships: Isogai Yuuma/Sugaya Sousuke

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Timeline skip, Post-Korosensei's Death, Fluff

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37957330

[just-a-bean-writes]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi
Characters: Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka
Additional Tags: Marriage Proposal, Yes Bean’s doing a TsukkiYama Proposal Again, it’s my thing, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, This is just pure marshmallow sugar fluff with a side of candy, Pride and Prejudice References, because I am both darcy and elizabeth’s bitch, Domestic Fluff
Series: Part 2 of Adventures of Natsu & Sosuke
Summary: “I’m planning a proposal, not the Tokyo Olympics,” Tsukishima said dryly. “You’d be luckier to get Yamaguchi to say yes than if you lit the torch yourself.” Tsukishima plans a proposal. A thousand things go wrong before he actually gets around to proposing, but he manages to get lucky a thousand times over.

[dokifluffs]

Their Kid(s) Falling Asleep on Him | Ikuya, Seijuro

Pairings: Ikuya X Reader (female)

genre: domestic, fluffy goodness yuhhh 

Author’s Note: more free 😤😤 

Sosuke, Makoto // Rin, Haru 

gif from @makeusfreefromthisfandom​

Ikuya: Ikuya’s is basically based off of Monsta X’s Hyungwon 

“Ikuya, I’m home,” you called out as the plastic bags crinkled in your hold as you stepped out of your boots, making sure the snow didn’t get into the house  

Warm air from the heaters welcomed you home as you peeled off your damp winter coat, stepping into the house

You went into the living room, hearing the sound of his voice grow as you carried in lunch

He sat beneath the kotatsu, reading aloud his favorite book, the little mermaid aloud as you entered, stepping down from the hard wood to the plush soft carpet

You two decided to buy lunch for today, being too lazy to really make anything on this fine winter day

The aromatic smell of the hot food made your bellies growl

“Hey, how was the drive?” He paused from his reading as he looked up

“It was alright, Not that many cars out there but the snowfall’s getting a little lighter.” You unpacked the foods

“Where’s S/N?” You asked, curiosity peeking

Usually when you came home, your four year old son would run out from wherever he was and greet you, hugging you but today, it was silent

“Here,” Ikuya set down his book as he lifted the Kotatsu, letting you look under

And there he was

S/N was fast asleep in Ikuya’s lap, head resting on a pillow  

“He fell asleep a little after you left and couldn’t fall asleep, so I just started reading to him,” Ikuya smiled as he ruffled his son’s hair. “He really likes the story too.”

“Aw,” you leaned under, pressing a kiss to your son’s cheek as he slept, his thumb slightly in his mouth

“S/N,” you called out quietly, lightly shaking his shoulder. “S/N, time to eat,” you mumbled against his cheek before kissing him, slowly waking him

He stretched his body out, peeking his eyes open

“Sleep okay, buddy?” Ikuya chuckled as he helped his son crawl out, putting the back of his hand on the under edge of the kotatsu from bumping his head

“Mmhm,” he sat right in the corner, sitting in between of the two of you as you unloaded the bags, spreading things out

Ikuya ruffled his son’s hair as he let out a yawn, leaning back on his dad, wanting to nap a bit more

“Wash hands,” you chimed, pulling your son and husband to their feet as you all went to the bathroom and kitchen before coming back to your spots around the kotatsu

You ordered some fried shrimp, sweet tamagoyaki for ikuya while you got some oden, nikujaga, and sukiyaki

Everything smelt so fresh, it made Ikuya’s mouth water as he dug in while you portioned some things out into your son’s bowl

“Ah,” Ikuya offered a bite of his shrimp to his son, who took it but bit and chewed slowly, eyes blank as he just looked at the food

“S/N, eat up,” you placed his bowl plates in front of him on the table

He nodded quietly and lifted his training chopsticks, slowly eating his food bite by bite

You and Ikuya exchanged glances and looks, knowing what was going on and continued eating, watching your son eat

The room was quiet, the only sound of food being chewed could be heard

But the more you guys ate and the longer it went on, the sooner he was drifting

S/N’s head dropped and bounced back up, waking him up slightly as he sighed, taking another bite

“Chew chew,” Ikuya teased, playfully tapping his son’s cheeks as he could barely keep his eyes closed

“S/N?” Ikuya pushed back his food as he scooped up his son. “Chew, chew,” he looked but all the little boy could do was rub his eyes, pushing on chewing his small bite of rice before giving up

He swallowed the bite and sighed, reaching out his arms to hug Ikuya

A great smile spread on Ikuya’s face as he laughed, pulling his son close and stroking his hand down his back, letting him cling to him as he went on eating, taking bites of his food as well as some bites of food you fed to him, the two of you careful not to get any foods or sauces onto his back

Even when finished eating, he helped you clean up while your guys’ son clung to him, fast asleep as he held onto Ikuya’s sweater sleeve

“He must be so tired,” your voice quiet as you sat down beside your husband, setting down two mugs of hot cocoa with little marshmallows floating on top

His hair was soft as it brushed against your fingers, combing through them as you leaned closer, resting on Ikuya’s shoulder

“Hm, hopefully he won’t sleep too long.. He needs to eat..” Ikuya worried since his son only ate a few snacks since breakfast and just a few bites form lunch

“He will..” You assured your husband, resting your head onto his free shoulder as his head rest on top of yours, the three of you resting this wintry day together

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[muzansfangs]

OMG I HAVE AN IDEA!!! What about Aizen Sosuke SFW alphabet??? Aizen with f! reader

SFW alphabet (letters ‘c, h, j, k, l, z’) – Aizen Sosuke.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader;

Format: head canons;

Warnings: fluff, domestic life, married dynamics, territorial behavior, possessive tendencies, pregnancy, a sexual innuendo in letter z;

Plot: sfw head canons about Sosuke and his relationship with his female significant other.

PART ONE.

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C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?).

Sosuke is not a cuddler. Naturally, a relationship implies physical touch as a fundamental part of a healthy connection. Hand and forehead kisses are what he delivers to you, but he would never turn down your offer to give him a massage, or simply lying beside you on his king sized bed.

What he appreciates the most is your proximity. Your reiatsu lingering on his body after you leave is comforting, detecting it around him when he is making plans or talking to his subordinates strikes his ego. Having you sitting on his lap while he writes is probably his favorite way to deal with affection. Sosuke is an attentive man and, albeit he does not need much physical contact, he knows you may suffer for his algid nature and therefore he finds himself tangled into a bear hug with you during private moments.

Mostly, it happens during the night in the privacy of your bedroom.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?).

His large frame grants him the ability to wrap you in his arms pretty easily and make you feel protected. Sosuke is a busy man, most of the time troubled by projects, his mind trained on scheming to outfox his enemies. To have you in his arms might provide him some solace during small breaks.

He rarely initiate an hug, but when he does you know this is his silent and polite way of asking for your attention. You do not have to necessarily converse. All you have to do is let him cradle you in his arms, perched on his lap, his slender fingers combing your hair.

There is more emotion that he would like to show in them, but you never push it. It would most likely spoil the moment and you cannot afford him to cast you away.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?).

Jealousy does not suit him. Sosuke is territorial, but does not see other men as threats to his domain on your heart and body. He knows you belong to him, he sees the way you still get flustered in his presence as you did when you first met.

The choice of not showing jealousy, but opting for a display of power and possession over you instead tickles his ego. He just wants everyone to know you are his life companion. Nothing else matters. Why? Nobody in his right mind would ever consider approaching you, if you wore Sosuke’s scent over you with pride, or if you showed the ring on your finger.

A way to let the world see how deeply he loves you and how much you value him is draping his coat over your shoulders, whilst you walk together, or you attend an event alone. Let’s be real: he would never allow anyone to touch his belongings, unless this person is you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?).

Sosuke gives you possessive and demanding kisses, but there is tenderness in the way he moves his lips over yours. He usually grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger and cranes your neck up to capture your lips in a smoldering kiss.

His hands need to touch your face, cupping it in his hands, holding you still against his body. Besides your lips, Sosuke loves kissing your knuckles, as a sign of reverence. The valley between your breasts is one of the favorite spots he lavishes with small, open-mouthed kisses. He needs you to feel loved, especially since he does not have much time to bask into your arms.

If he has to choose a place where he likes to be kissed, this man is pretty simple and solely asks to feel your mouth over his. It is intimate, sweet, personal. Your taste drives him insane.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?).

Sosuke never felt the desire to have a child, or an offspring to leave his reign to. His vision of the world and power is pretty much selfish, firmly believing he is the only one who could ever establish peace and balance as a ruler of the three kingdoms.

However, despite that, he has no reason to mistreat kids. On the contrary, if he sees potential in them, he begins to instill doubts and his on ideals in their young minds. He might even humour them. He is not very fond of such weak creatures, who spend most of the day playing and weeping, but he values life.

Sometimes, he finds himself wondering how it would be if you got pregnant and blessed his life with the miracle of a child. He would never ask you to get rid of them. Yet, he would definitely plan the day when you get pregnant.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?).

Before going to bed, Sosuke needs to take a bath and sip on a cup of tea. Since you two started dating and became a couple, however, he added some other habits to his routine. Having you in his arms is one of them. There might be nights where he only desires the warmth of your smaller body in his arms, not minding being the big spoon, as you silently rest in the darkness.

There are times, though, when he is too stressed to find comfort in a peaceful moment of untainted tenderness. He ripped more than a gown of yours to lavish your body then. Albeit he rarely tells you what has been bothering him, you accepting him and making him feel loved make bad thoughts dissipate.

Falling asleep with you resting your head on his chest is how he would choose to sleep for the rest of his life.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I missed writing some fluff and this request was staring me down in a mean way… So enjoy this scrap! I am in the middle of writing a few long one-shots and it is taking me a little while. I apologize, but the sense of fulfillment I get from finishing a request is immense!

Likes, comments and re-posts are always welcomed!

Love,

Luce

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❀ let the right one in — stalker!aizen sosuke x fem. reader — DARK CONTENT

you met him during a speed dating event. it only took a few minutes for him to become obsessed with you and his infatuation knows no limits

❀ hotwife adventures: the musician — nanami kento x fem. reader x choso kamo

the second installment of hotwife adventures!

❀ domestic bliss — toji fushiguro x fem. reader

toji fushiguro loves his new wife so much, he just can’t control himself when he’s around you (for the enchanted forest network’s spring feelings collab)

❀ kiss and say goodbye - rin itoshi x fem. reader ANGST AND SMUT

it's for the best, you have to let each other go but you have to enjoy him one last time

❀ untitled piece — piano instructor!rose otoribashi x fem. reader

your piano instructor plans to switch up his teaching techniques with you, maybe this time all the things he’s taught you will stick (for blondes have more fun collab)

[kuronanox]

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝐵𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽

Shuhei Hisagi

Pushing him away

Childhood promises

Strangers

Byakuya Kuchiki

Serving Royalty

Not enough

Hidden emotions

Kensei Muguruma

Hanahaki My Love

Different views

Second chance

Crimson

Ulquiorra Schiffer

Healing (AU)

Home is you

Ichigo Kurosaki

A new beginning

Forgotten memories

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Domestic Life

Apart

Insecure Love

Ukitake Jushiro

Hesitant

Every moment with you

Her troubles

Izuru Kira

Reminiscing 

Bad Dream

Kyoraku Shunsui

Looking from afar

Weak

Aizen Sosuke

Trapped

Betrayal

My sweet girl

Gin Ichimaru

Comfort and lost

New Years

Hirako Shinji

Jazz lies

Jazz out the bar

Renji Abarai

Something there

A Helping Hand In Need

Kaien Shiba

Our little Secret

Zaraki Kenpachi

Someone like me

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇

Captains harem ft. Julius

Nozel Silva

Jealousy

Our paths unwind

I can’t let go

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Recovering

My own fae

William Vangeance 

Helpless

Dependent

A Women’s Determination

Patri

Happy ever after

Unhealthy love

Yami Sukehiro

Best friend and Lover

Admit it

Luck Voltia

Genuine Smile

Julius Novachrono

A promise in heaven

Leopold Vermillion

Your knight

Nacht Faust

I just wanted you to be happy

Zenon Zogratis

Accept My Love

[mangospams]

Hi mango! I just wanted to let you know, I love the kids in your domestic fics! A lot of writers write the kids as generic “daughters name” or “sons name” and they’re just kinda bland :/ but, in yours, I feel like they’re actual kids! Like, I remember their distinct personalities and names :)

Ahhhhhh, thank you 🥺🥺 I have no problems with writers who do that type of thing,, but me personally I love making characters, so making the kids in my domestic fics their own unique characters is really fun!! I usually just base them off of child characters in media (usually Studio Ghibli movies cause I think they perfectly capture what it’s like to be a kid) like, Tabiki in my domestic Dabi fics is based of Sosuke from Ponyo