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When the maladaptive daydreaming goes too far ✨️✨️✨️
no because nobody understands how hard it was to find x reader fics of anyone in the gaang or atla fandom in general before this movie came out. now there’s new fics coming out daily. I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS‼️
"don't worry scientists will invent a way to solve climate change!" They already did... several times over... just the people who didnt like their solutions (cough cough oil companies) had enough cash to shut them up both legally and illegally
why i’m checking my inbox after some years and wow i have so many. i’ve been seriously thinking ab writing again
MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION
The Fallen Angel (1847) by Alexandre Cabanel vs Anakin Skywalker: Revenge of the Sith (2005) Dir. George Lucas
𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: (1) Can you please write sfw and nsfw headcanons for jugram, yhwach (separately) x fem reader? Thanks ❤️❤️ (2) Hello, how are you? Can I request headcanons (sfw and nsfw) for yhwach? reader being your wife?Thank you so much - @akira-yoshida
➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I felt like I took too long to answer this due to the length of time it has been sitting in my asks. Apologies.
➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: (18+) content, GN!reader in SFW section, fem!reader in NSFW section, breeding, some talks about impregnating, asphyxiation, spanking, rough sex, dom!Yhwach, sub!reader, fingering, power dynamics, possessiveness
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
「 ❤︎ SFW Headcanons ❤︎ 」
˚₊‧꒰ა This man falling in love with you was not on his list of things to conquer in the upcoming thousands of years, but when he did fall in love, he added you to his list. To him, loving you was never a fleeting moment sort of attraction, it was like any other challenge he faced—something he must overcome.
˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to Yhwach having you at his side, he ensures that you, most of all, understand the status you hold and how to properly command it. Use it to your benefit and never submit in fear. He wants you to understand that you are his equal—a title he doesn’t take lightly—and demonstrate this to his followers. “You must know your worth when you stand at my side,” he’ll whisper to you.
˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not forget who you are,” he once told you after someone had the audacity to question your position. “And do not allow others to forget, either.” There was no room for doubt—you were his equal, his other half.
˚₊‧꒰ა Now, any romantic gesture from this man is never done lightly, even if it were to be executed in public, before his followers—they know better than to comment. His voice is an octave softer, such as his eyes, but his arms around your waist are anything but gentle, more firm with possessiveness.
𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: (1) Can you please write sfw and nsfw headcanons for jugram, yhwach (separately) x fem reader? Thanks ❤️❤️ (2) Hello, how are you? Can I request headcanons (sfw and nsfw) for yhwach? reader being your wife?Thank you so much - @akira-yoshida
➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I felt like I took too long to answer this due to the length of time it has been sitting in my asks. Apologies.
➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: (18+) content, GN!reader in SFW section, fem!reader in NSFW section, breeding, some talks about impregnating, asphyxiation, spanking, rough sex, dom!Yhwach, sub!reader, fingering, power dynamics, possessiveness
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
「 ❤︎ SFW Headcanons ❤︎ 」
˚₊‧꒰ა This man falling in love with you was not on his list of things to conquer in the upcoming thousands of years, but when he did fall in love, he added you to his list. To him, loving you was never a fleeting moment sort of attraction, it was like any other challenge he faced—something he must overcome.
˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to Yhwach having you at his side, he ensures that you, most of all, understand the status you hold and how to properly command it. Use it to your benefit and never submit in fear. He wants you to understand that you are his equal—a title he doesn’t take lightly—and demonstrate this to his followers. “You must know your worth when you stand at my side,” he’ll whisper to you.
˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not forget who you are,” he once told you after someone had the audacity to question your position. “And do not allow others to forget, either.” There was no room for doubt—you were his equal, his other half.
˚₊‧꒰ა Now, any romantic gesture from this man is never done lightly, even if it were to be executed in public, before his followers—they know better than to comment. His voice is an octave softer, such as his eyes, but his arms around your waist are anything but gentle, more firm with possessiveness.
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ “you’re so fucking loud.”
ichigo’s hand clamped over your mouth, muffling the moan that threatened to spill as he slammed into you, burying himself deep, too deep, so fucking deep that your eyes rolled back.
it wasn’t your fault. how were you supposed to be quiet when he was fucking you like this? his cock was thick, hot, stretching you open, hitting that perfect spot over and over again until you were clenching around him, gripping him like you never wanted to let go.
“fuck,” ichigo hissed, his breath ragged as he pressed his forehead against yours, eyes dark, pupils blown wide. “you want the whole house to hear? want them to know how fucking desperate you are?”
you whimpered beneath his hand, your body trembling, already so close to breaking.
“tch. useless,” he muttered, pulling his hand away—only to shove his fingers into your mouth instead.
two fingers. deep. pushing down against your tongue, forcing you to gag around them.
“keep quiet,” he growled, his other hand gripping your thigh, yanking your legs wider, forcing you to take him even deeper. “or i’ll make sure you can’t fucking talk for the rest of the night.”
you couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. all you could do was take it, moaning around his fingers as he fucked into you harder, rougher, more desperate, more needy.
his fingers pressed down, curling, pushing deeper, feeling the way your throat fluttered around them.
your saliva dripped down his knuckles, messy, filthy, raw. and ichigo fucking loved it.
he pulled his fingers out just long enough to grab your jaw, tilting your head back, forcing your lips open wider. his eyes met yours, his lips curling into something dark, something dangerous, something fucking sinful.
then he spat right into your mouth.
“swallow.” his voice was rough, commanding, dripping with pure filth.
you obeyed without thinking, tongue curling around the taste of him, throat working as you swallowed him down.
ichigo groaned, his cock twitching inside you, his grip tightening as he drove into you faster, chasing his release, determined to ruin you completely.
“good girl,” he murmured, his voice nothing but gravel and lust.
and then he fucked you so hard you forgot how to be quiet at all.
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ the moment you stepped into the dimly lit chamber, your breath caught.
the air was thick, heavy, something invisible pressing down on your skin, making your knees weak, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. aizen's spiritual pressure—sealed, contained, yet still unmistakable—lingered in the air like a phantom weight, a whisper of the power that once brought the world to its knees.
and then there was him.
sōsuke aizen sat before you, bound, unmoving, the heavy, unyielding seals pinning him in place. his hair had grown long, his robes plain, his posture relaxed in a way that made it unclear whether he was truly imprisoned or simply choosing to be still.
but his eye—the one not hidden behind the seals—watched you.
calm. patient. knowing.
you swallowed hard, your fingers curling into the hem of your skirt as you hesitated just inside the threshold. you had no reason to be here. you didn’t know him. you had never even spoken to him before. and yet, you had found yourself drawn here, compelled to see him for yourself, to stand in the presence of a man whose very name sent shivers down the spines of soul reapers.
aizen said nothing.
he merely watched as you slowly gathered the courage to step forward.
your voice was small, barely above a whisper. “… can you really not move?”
his lips parted, and though his expression remained unreadable, you could hear the faint amusement in his voice. “not even an inch.”
something about that answer—so simple, so certain—made heat coil in your stomach.
the knowledge that he couldn’t move, that no matter what you did, no matter how you touched him, he would stay just like this, forced to watch—
you bit your lip.
your legs felt unsteady as you stepped closer, your hands trembling slightly as you reached out, fingers barely brushing against the fabric of his robe. he hummed, a quiet, thoughtful sound, as you slowly climbed into his lap.
his body was firm beneath you, warm even through the layers of cloth. his thighs spread slightly to accommodate you, but there was no shift in his posture, no attempt to adjust. he couldn’t.
your breath hitched as you settled against him, your hips pressing flush against something hard.
aizen had a bulge.
a sharp, embarrassing sound escaped you as your fingers dug into his shoulders, your body going rigid. you hadn’t expected that. you hadn’t thought that he would—
“i see,” he murmured, his voice smooth, unhurried, as if observing something entirely mundane. “so that’s what you came here for.”
you whimpered.
his words, so calm, so matter-of-fact, made something inside you snap.
your hips moved—just slightly, just a slow, nervous roll forward—and the friction made you shiver.
aizen exhaled softly through his nose, watching you with that sharp, knowing gaze, his single visible eye half-lidded, unreadable.
you were using him.
grinding down against the thick press of his cock, feeling the weight of it even through the layers of fabric separating you. your small, pathetic sounds filled the silent chamber, breathy little whimpers slipping past your lips as you rocked against him.
“you’re trembling,” aizen mused, voice a low, quiet hum. “are you ashamed?”
you nodded weakly, biting your lip as your hips rolled again, your soaked panties dragging against the fabric of his robes.
he chuckled.
slow. deep. amused.
and fuck, that sound made your body throb.
you needed more.
shakily, your hands slid down, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging the damp fabric down your thighs. aizen watched, silent as you removed them entirely, the tiny scrap of cloth falling to the floor beside his chair.
now, when you moved, it was bare skin against his lap.
your slick folds dragged against the rough fabric of his robes, smearing your wetness against him, making each slow grind messy, filthy, the obscene heat of your arousal soaking into his clothes.
your moans grew louder, more desperate, little gasps escaping as you rubbed yourself against his cock, your clit catching on the layers of fabric, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.
“look at you,” aizen murmured, watching as you lost yourself in the sensation, your whimpers turning into pleading little cries, your body shaking as you chased your release.
you buried your face in his neck, fingers clenching in his robes as you sobbed against his skin, your thighs squeezing around his hips.
he hummed, as if pleased.
“i wonder,” he mused, his voice warm, thoughtful, so cruelly calm while you were falling apart on top of him, “if i could move… what would you let me do to you?”
aizen hummed again, low and smooth, the vibration of it rattling through your bones as your hips stuttered, movements growing frantic, desperate, sloppy. your slick folds continued to drag against the rough fabric of his robes, the pressure against your clit making your mind blank, your breath coming in soft, stuttering gasps.
"that's it," he murmured, his voice gentle, coaxing, like he was speaking to something fragile. "you're close, aren't you?"
you whined, thighs trembling as you rocked harder against him, your fingers fisting into his robes as if you could ground yourself in him. your body burned, overstimulated and on the edge of something so overwhelming you could barely think.
"so sensitive," he mused, watching the way your body shivered, the way your little gasps grew breathier, weaker. "i imagine this is all it takes for you, isn’t it? just grinding your pretty little cunt against me?”
your head lolled against his shoulder, your mouth falling open, too far gone to answer.
"poor thing," he continued, his tone light, almost sympathetic. "you can’t even form words, can you?"
you tried—tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a pathetic, shuddering moan as your body locked up, your orgasm hitting you all at once.
aizen exhaled softly through his nose as you trembled in his lap, your slick dripping down onto his robes, soaking into the fabric beneath you.
"there you go," he murmured, soothing, like he was guiding you through it. "just let it happen."
your body shook as you rode it out, your hips twitching weakly, grinding against his cock even as your mind went fuzzy, your vision swimming.
"good girl," he praised, his words slow and deliberate, spoken as if he knew you were too dumb, too wrecked, to truly process them. "even after all of that, you still kept going, still made such a mess of yourself on me."
you let out a broken whimper, your body sagging against his chest, breath uneven, muscles still trembling.
aizen’s single, magnificent eye gleamed as he tilted his head slightly, watching you with calm, patient amusement.
"i wonder," he murmured, his tone as composed as ever, "now that you’ve gotten a taste… will this really be the last time you come crawling into my lap?"
That episode with Yhwach on the horse did something to me...so yk I HAD to write abt it.
Warning: doing it on a horse lmaoo
The light breeze felt nice against your hair as you rode away with your dear husband on the beautiful black horse you loved so much.
Yhwach was holding the rains as you sat in front of him, on of his hands went to wrap around your waist pulling you flush against him as he buried his head on the crook of your neck getting a whiff of your scent.
You smiled not thinking much of it but the light bounces from the horse creating friction between you two was hard to ignore. It didn't help when his hand sprawled on your stomach and pushed your lower half towards him as he started placing open mouthed kisses on you neck, his hand seeming to go lower and lower...
"Focus on the road..." You managed to say.
Yhwach leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a low voice. "Multitasking is one of my many talents, little one. Feel free to enjoy the ride... in more ways than one."
You flushed when his other hand went to slightly lift up your skirt. "Don't worry, my dear... no one will see or hear you but me." his finger traced along your inner thigh, slowly moving upward. His voice carried a playful yet commanding tone "Spread your legs just a little more..."
You had no choice to obey since you were getting aroused yourself, his already hard bulge feeling a little too good against you ass.
With your legs slightly spread, Yhwach's hand easily sliped beneath your skirt, his fingers brushing against your soaked panties. "Ah, so wet already..." He pulled your panties aside, his middle finger pressing against your tight entrance. "Look straight ahead, little one..."
Yhwachs finger slowly slid inside you as the horse continued its steady pace "You're so tight... so perfect..." His voice is thick with desire, his cock hardening further against your back "Keep those beautiful eyes forward..." He continues teasing you with slow, deliberate movements.
"Hmm" You couldn't help but move your hips against his finger. He chuckled darkly as you moveed against his finger, his other hand tightening around your stomach to keep you steady on the horse. "That's pretty greedy of you, darling..." He curled his finger inside you, hitting that spot that makes you whimper. Oh how he loved knowing he's the sole reason you make those lovely sounds.
He started fucking you with his finger, his pace fast and rough, the horse's movements only adding to it. You gripped the rains "Hold on tight, little one..." He removed his finger suddenly and adjusted you to lean toward on the horse to bring your ass up so he can slide his thick, hard cock in you from behind. This position had you rest your face against the horses soft hair as you wrapped your arms around its neck, eyes half lidded as Yhwach brushed his length already dripping with precum, against your entrance.
Positioning himself at your entrance, he teased you with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down your wet slit, making you arch into him "Be good for me, dear." His voice, a low growl, filled with desire and dominance. He grabbed your hips with both hands and thrusts his thick, hard cock deep into your tight, wet pussy from behind, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. He groaned from the sucking of your walls as he thrusted into you, making your hips to match his rhythm.
His own hips slamming against your ass with every thrust. The horse's movements only add to the intense pleasure, the saddle digging into your clit with each bounce. "You're taking my cock so well, little one... such a good girl for me."
He wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you arching back into him as he continued to pound into you mercilessly. His other hand reached down to spread your cheeks wider, allowing him to go even deeper. "Look how well you're taking my whole length..."
"But its...soo..bigg..." You slur your words, he ignored your whimpers, his monster cock stretching you out further with each brutal thrust. He could feel you struggling to take his full size, but he didn't stop or slow down. He wanted you to take all of him, every single inch. "I know you can take more darling..."
Despite your earlier "complaint" of him being too big, it all felt too good, you always took all of him, you loved to be filled up and he knew. He notices you relaxing, clearly enjoying his size. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear. "Your sweet little pussy loves every inch of my cock..." He pounded into you even harder, causing your breasts to bounce beneath your dress. The plush of your thighs and ass moving to the thrusts and bouncing of the horse give him a show he appreciates a lot.
"Such a sight to behold, my love..." He smirked as he reached down to slap your ass, the sound echoing through the air, earning some sweet whimpers from you. "Mhm" he let out a satisfied hum.
The forest was filled with wet and slapping sounds decorated with your pretty moans and whimpers. "You like that hm?" He taunted, as he saw you legs slightly shake "You can't come until I say so dear~" he kept on thrusting for what seemed like eternity, all the stimulation felt so good and it seemed like this horse ride was never gonna end.
Some tears started falling down from the pleasure, onto the horses dark furr, when Yhwach saw that and the way your body trembled with pleasure and slight pain. He smirked kneading the fat of you ass "Such a pretty sight... crying from my thick cock and my hand... you're so exquisite."
Juices from the both of them started leaking on the horses back and saddle, Yhwach only grinned "Look at the mess we made, love." he continued thrusting into you losing himself in the moment, the effect you have on him, until you spoke.
"Can I come..."
He pauses briefly, his cock buried deep inside you as he chuckles darkly. "Eager little thing, aren't you? Begging for permission to come on my cock..." He starts thrusting again, slower but no less intense, hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.
He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer as he starts bucking his hips upward, hitting that spot inside you over and over again. "You want to come? You need to ask properly..." He growls, his voice low. You had to try your hardest to sound audible and not stammer your words in a moaning mess.
"P-please...Yhwachh..."
He pretended to think if your plea was good enough for a moment, bastard, before he hummed. "Good girl, come for me, show me how much you loved being ruined by me."
His pace quickened, one hand moving to your clit, rubbing firm circles on it before you finally came undone. He feelt you clench around him as you came, your pussy spasming on his cock. He groaned deeply, not stopping his thrusts as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. "That's it, little one... come on..."
Your arms tightened around the horse as he kept pounding into you, oh what a beautiful sight you were for him, if only you knew.
"Still feels good, doesn't it, hm" his fingers that were buried in your clit, slid into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his fingers. "Taste how delicious you are" He ordered, his fingers invading your mouth as he continued his relentless pounding. The lewd sounds of your sucking and his balls slapping against your clit fill the air.
He feelt his own release building, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared the edge. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and grabbed your hips with both hands, slamming into again. "...I'm going to fill this needy little hole..."
"Y-yes..ah..p-please"
That's all he needed to hear for his his hot seed to spill inside you, letting out a deep groan, as he coated your walls. He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, your chest having trying to catch your breath. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled out, a mix of both of your juices leaking out of your well-fucked pussy. "Mmm, look at that..." He purred, proud of the state he made you be in.
He put your panties back in place and lowered your skirt as he noticed they were getting close to the palace. You were completely worn out, resting against the horse as he rubbed your hips, gently smiling. "You did so well, especially for being on a horse" He patted your cheek as he dismounted off the horse taking you by the waist with him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck.
He took your weight easily, holding you close as you cling to him. He smiled softly at your trusting nature, despite just having been thoroughly fucked by him. "I'll take care of you, sweetheart." He softly whispered in your ear, carrying you to your chambers.
You know the biggest hate crime in the Bleach fandom? The absolute lack of Jugram Haschwalth content. What do you mean there are just EIGHT Jugram x reader/oc fics on ao3? In total even his tag carries but 14 pages on the site AND IT HAS BEEN NEARLY 3 YEARS SINCE TYBW CAME OUT!
Fellow writers. I beg, we need more Jugram love in this house. I don't even mean romance, just gimme some good Jugram content where he exists beyond being a single mention.
You know what?
I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.
I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)
I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.
I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.
I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.
I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.
I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.
I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.
I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.
⤹﹐the room was bathed in soft, golden light as you sat comfortably in the grand chair, your hands gently running through jugram’s long, shaggy blonde hair. he knelt before you with perfect posture, though his head was slightly bowed, allowing you better access to his silken locks. his eyes were closed, and his lips pressed into a thin line, though a faint, almost imperceptible grumble escaped him—a sound akin to a low growl.
“you’re such a good boy, jugram,” you said softly, your voice a sweet melody that seemed to melt the stiffness in his shoulders. “always so so strong. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
he tensed slightly at your words, as if unaccustomed to such genuine praise, but he didn’t pull away. instead, he let out a low exhale, leaning subtly into your touch. you smiled warmly, your fingers working gently to detangle a small knot in his hair.
“you take on so much,” you continued, your tone soft but firm, as if scolding him for overworking himself. “you deserve to be taken care of too, you know.”
jugram grumbled again, his cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink. “you shouldn’t… waste your kindness on me,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.
you laughed softly, leaning forward to press your forehead lightly against the crown of his head. “it’s not wasted. you’re worth every bit of it.”
his lips parted, but no words came out. he seemed caught between protest and acceptance, his body language betraying his reluctance to let go of his composed, stoic demeanor. but your hands in his hair, your soft voice, and your genuine care chipped away at his walls in ways he couldn’t resist.
as you continued to stroke his hair, the door to the room opened, and yhwach stepped in, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the floor. his piercing eyes scanned the scene before him, his expression flickering briefly with disapproval before settling into one of amused resignation.
“i see you’ve made him your lapdog,” yhwach said dryly, his deep voice laced with mild sarcasm.
you glanced up at him with a playful smile, entirely unbothered by his remark. “he deserves a little attention, don’t you think?”
jugram stiffened immediately, his head lifting as if to defend himself, but your hands gently coaxed him back down. “relax,” you whispered. “you’re fine.”
yhwach rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he watched you with faint amusement. “you’re spoiling him.”
“he deserves to be spoiled,” you countered, your tone light but unwavering.
jugram stayed silent, his cheeks now unmistakably flushed, though he made no move to leave your side. you returned your attention to him, your fingers weaving through his hair once more. despite yhwach’s teasing presence, you continued to shower jugram with the sweetness he rarely allowed himself to receive.
yhwach let out a quiet huff before turning to leave, muttering something about your persistence. but you didn’t care. jugram was sweet in his own way, even if he rarely showed it. and seeing him like this—vulnerable, content, and cared for—was worth every teasing remark.
Shoutout to the fictional characters who live rent free in my head, paying for nothing but emotional damage.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 (𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞)
➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Aizen Sosuke, Kuchiki Byakuya, Askin Nakk Le Vaar, Urahara Kisuke, Jugram Haschwalth
➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: So thrilled that I can finally release my first yandere piece for the character. Hope everyone enjoy!
➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: yandere content, possessiveness, manipulation, territorial behaviour, reader being threatened
➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When your attempt at running away from your yandere lovers didn’t go as planned.
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
❤︎ Aizen Sosuke
For starters, escaping is basically him committing to an illusion. In truth, you didn’t escape, only he allowed you to run off and give the impression that you got your freedom. The minute you ran out of the house, he alerted his network. Though it broke his heart to witness how you didn’t turn back when you ran out of the compound, he smirked knowing that you were coming right back. Every step you took only played into his grand design.
𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…
➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Can you do a dating head cannon for Aizen Sosuke just like Uryu Ishida??? I love your work!!! Keep going
➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I tried not to make this sound yandere because dating Aizen either way borders yandere behaviour—he’s a possessive meow meow. And thank you 🥺💜
➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: possessiveness, mentions of people dying, missing and injured, manipulation, overprotectiveness, toxic jealousy, yandere behaviour
➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Dating Aizen as a human without powers.
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
➽ Aizen wasn’t interested in humans until he met you. You were a mystery—ordinary to the untrained eye. He found it amusing how you didn’t flinch when he spoke or moved with that unnerving precision of his, even though you couldn’t feel his spiritual pressure.
➽ He orchestrated your meeting as he did with every situation in life. You thought it was a coincidence that a charming man with impeccable manners helped you with your bags outside your workplace. Aizen never mentioned he’d spent weeks timing when you left your workplace to perfectly encounter you.
➽ It was funny when the Arrancar learned about you through Aizen, and one of their newest line of duty is to look after you in his absence. Everyone simply gawked at him as though he’d officially gone mad.
➽ While you’re fast asleep, a few of them would patrol the area or sit on your rooftop, guarding you from any enemy or Hollows. Grimmjow hated being assigned to keep an eye on you. Always muttering about why the hell they had to protect some random human. Of course, Aizen was never one to appreciate any comments being many about you, would correct Grimmjow.