#aizen x reader

[princessimotep]

When the fic describes the fat schlong you're about to take

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~ DOMINATE MEN

pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links please know that the characters are up to age meaning they are either adults or teen ages 18-19

~ GRIMMJOW JEAGERJAQUEZ

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~ RYOMEN SUKUNA

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~ TOJI FUSHIGURO

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~ AIZEN SOSUKE

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[justboredtingz]

Obsessed! Sōsuke Aizen x Reader 🔞

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He never meant to leave you behind. That much, he convinced himself of. When Sōsuke Aizen turned his back on the Soul Society, when he abandoned all the familiar corridors and ancient rules of Seireitei, it was strategy. Power. Ascension. You were the only variable he didn’t account for—an ember he expected to extinguish with time, only to find it glowing brighter in the deepest recesses of his mind.

He thought of you often. Every day, in fact. At first, in idle passing, your voice when you scolded him for staying up too late, your eyes narrowing whenever he made a comment too smooth to be innocent. But soon, the recollections became consuming. Your laughter haunted the silence of Hueco Mundo. Your scent lingered in phantom moments. And at night, when solitude pressed upon his mind like a curse, Aizen would sit alone in his throne, eyes half-lidded, hand wrapped tightly around the painfully hard member sitting between his legs— breathless and murmuring your name like a sacred mantra.

He sent Ulquiorra to watch you. Of all the Espada, he trusted him to be emotionless, clinical. He didn’t want your life disturbed, only documented. What you wore. Who you smiled at. Who you visited. How often you laughed. And when the Fourth returned one day with a quiet, “there’s another man present,” Aizen didn’t blink. He didn’t speak. But the temperature in Las Noches plummeted, and the throne room fell into silence. His knuckles went white around the armrest. That night, he didn’t touch himself. He couldn’t. The thought of someone else having your smile, your time, your body, it was blasphemy.

So he sent Ulquiorra one last time. Not to watch. To seize. “Do not harm her,” he said, voice low and calm, but filled with a promise of torment should that order be disobeyed. And when you awakened, dazed in the sterile white void of Hueco Mundo, he stood waiting—still pristine, still polished—but something in his gaze was… fractured.

You didn’t run to him. You didn’t even speak. You just looked at him distain—like all the warmth you once held for him had rotted into something bitter. “You betrayed us,” you said, your voice steady. “You betrayed me.” That was your answer. And it destroyed him.

But Aizen didn’t falter, at least not fully. Not in front of the Espada, not in front of Gin and Tosen. He remained composed, commanding, ever the god ascending. But when it was just you… when the doors closed and you stood across the room refusing to flinch under his gaze… he shattered. Not visibly, not yet. “I think of you,” he whispered, walking closer. “I thought of you every day. I touched myself to the thought of you—every inch of you, every sound you make.” And then, impossibly, he sank to his knees before you, his emotions no longer an abstract concept. They spilled from him, heavy and undeniable.

“Lie if you must— say it, even if you hate me. Say you belong to me, say it was always me.”

Your silence was the cruelest cut. So he rose again, and this time, his voice turned velvet— dangerous and irresistible. “You will,” he said. “You will remember how it felt to be mine.”

He didn’t need Kyōka Suigetsu to manipulate you. No illusions. No lies. He would give you the truth instead. Every fevered thought, every unspoken craving—he would pour them into you. His lips would find yours with the precision of a man who’d memorized exactly what you craved, drinking in your breath like it belonged to him. His hands, used for control and conquest, now trembled as they traced the curves he worships. He would take his time, relearning your body like scripture, whispering your name against your skin as though it could summon the past. And when you trembled beneath him, when your voice cracked in that familiar way, he would take you—over and over—until your body surrendered underneath him, until it betrayed you, until it remembered the man your mind swore it forgot. He wouldn’t stop until your walls broke, moaning for him to consume you, until desire eclipsed reason and all that remained was the truth: you were always his.

Because Sōsuke Aizen does not yearn often. But when he does, it is absolute. And he only ever yearns for you.

Just a little more guilty pleasure until i finish the kissing game for my bleach boys <3

[muzansfangs]

Hiii! Muken Aizen smut? Like a short one shot please? I love your writing style! Take care of yourself please as well💐

The cut that always bleeds.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to Kyataku Shunsui;

Format: drabble;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, power imbalance, creampie, marking the partner, undefined relationship, kind of manipulative Aizen, breeding kink, unprotected sex, conflicting feelings, TYBW timeline, toxic dynamics, affair, they are both touch-starved;

Plot: When the World is tumbling down, doomed to perish, you are the only one who could save it. The question is: are you ready to give yourself back to the very person that tore your poor heart to pieces not too long ago?

“You could have asked for anything”.

Sosuke’s hand raked down your back, fingertips tracing your spine slowly, leaving goosebumps on their wake. His eye did not betray any human emotion, albeit you could feel his heartrate increase beneath the palm of your hand, splayed over his sternum for balance, or to feel him closer to you. He was surprisingly warm.

Sosuke’s lips met yours briefly, tentatively, as the head of his cock probed at your dripping entrance. The breathy moan erupting from your throat clearly pleased him, for he indulged you into a sweeter kiss. The uncharacteristic forms of affection he had never reserved you were ensnaring your senses. Maybe, through the years of isolation, he had learnt new insidious techniques to control your mind.

“I could have, you are right. — he stated, watching the way your nose scrunched up, when his shaft claimed back the sacred place he once, naively, had thought could be his salvation, or downfall — But there is absolutely nothing the world can offer that I cannot reach”.

You clung onto him, fingers digging in his robes, as you lifted your hips enough to rotate them, to welcome him back inside of you, to make love to the very man you had almost crossed your lines for. The man who had stole the best part of you, the virtuous and kind piece of your heart that you had foolishly donated to the wrong man and that now belonged to him and him alone. Undeservingly so.

No, he had not robbed you of your light. You had deliberately given up on it willingly. Blaming him was just easier for you.

You knew exactly what he meant by that. Voicing the unspeakable, on the other hand, was too painful and you were a coward. Wallowing with your pain in the darkness, perched on his lap like he had demanded, you told yourself was the right sacrifice to make to save the World. You could have never refused such a request. The cry of help from the Soul Society, your second home.

As Sosuke’s hand slided behind the nape of your neck, fingers threading through your hair and tangling them with your strands to yank your head back, you closed your eyes. Memories of the nights of passion spent among the sheets of that man, of the nights crying in your own bed, alone, remorses and regrets lulling you to sleep, played on repeat behind your eyelids.

Then you saw it. You saw Shunsui’s face, when he came knocking to your door, and his perpetually saddened grey eyes pleading you to consider turning yourself into the lamb to slaughter for a greater purpose.

You. Aizen Sosuke wanted you. Just you. For you he would have let the world burn.

Sosuke’s teeth gripped the side of your neck, carving its mark on you as he thrusted his hips upwards. Guttural sounds and groans filled the air, as your inner walls clamped around his cock. You had missed him. You had craved feeling lost in his arms again, the feeling of being high without smoking a joint, or chugging down a bottle of wine alone. He was your addiction. Your bad habit.

You whined, breath uneven, as he held you close to his body “Why?”.

“You know why”.

“You torture me, you hurt me repeatedly”.

Sosuke scoffed, nosing your cheek amiably “Me? Hurting you? You know I adore you. — he chastised you, cock twitching inside you as you neared your orgasm with each drag of his member against your sensitive core — And you know you are the only thing I cannot truly have”.

It felt like reaching the peak of a mountain and finding out it was a volcano, before helplessly falling into its crater. Aizen Sosuke was your torment, but also the only person in the whole world who could promenade of truly knowing you. And, oh dear, how frustrating it was you had shut him out of your life. How could you do that to him?

He could have asked for freedom. He could have let you all die together. Yet, he had been compliant enough to agree on coming to your aid on one condition. You, he wanted to have you one last time. Nothing else. He was consumed by the unbridled desire to fill you up, to spurt his semen in your womb, hopefully to complete a task he had not had time to accomplish.

Who knew? Playing russian roulette could be entertaining in dark times.

“Tell me that you missed me. Come on, confess your sin, confess to me that you still desire me” he hissed against the shell of your ear, your whimpers resonating in the bottomless pit of darkness enveloping you.

You gritted your teeth, hands clutching at his vest like a rabid dog, your lower lip swollen from the bites and pressure of both yours and his teeth. You had missed him immensely, catastrophically. But you were far from admitting to anyone, especially him, how much power he still held over you. Sosuke had slapped some shackles around your wrists you could not remove. How badly you wished to set him free, but he would have never tossed the keys to you. You were his spider in a cage, his possession.

You choked out another moan, back arching when you ultimately reached your climax. Your juices gushed out of you, meeting his sloppy thrusts, as he held you up above him, hands sustaining your back as his mouth dragged along your midriff, leaving wet kisses on your skin.

“I can’t miss you, Sosuke. — you exhaled, his thumbs grazing your ribs, gripping your hips harshly to impale you onto him — Maybe if you were a better man…” you meekly dared to say, shuddering as he finally released into you, holding your frame in a bonebreaking embrace he had no intention to let you go from.

There was no escape from him. He was your curse.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back from the hug, eye zeroing on your disheveled face, the gleam in his chestnut hue oozed satisfaction and, probably, an ounce of malancholy from the good old days spent in wrecking you just like he had done today.

“Go now. Tell Kyoraku I am ready” he commanded, watching you, abashed from what had happened, were sheepishly hopping down from his lap and limping around to collect your clothes. You did not bother uttering a response. Not when he had effortlessly taken back his place in your heart. You felt miserably in love with him, with your devil.

And you wished he had not spoken again, for when you had turned your back, your feet leading you to the exit, he shot an arrow through your back, piercing your heart and leaving a hole in your chest.

“Maybe, in another life, I would have been the better man you deserved. Be safe out there”.

Deep down, you knew you were going to be safe on the battlefield. What troubled you was been absolutely certain you were not safe in that prison with him.

Author note.

Hello there! Today is my birthday and I wanted to treat myself with some Aizen, my precious baby. I had also anticipated that I was going to post something, therefore I hope you have enjoyed this!

As per usual, comments, likes and reposts are greatly appreciated!

Love,

Luce.

Credits for the theme divider: @cafekitsune

[hermusicpersona]

Ultra specific things i loved in Bleach :

- Hirako's voice and mocking tone, like he's playing with his words

-"that wasn't a Getsugatensho, dumbass, it was just me swinging my sword"

-the way Chad grabbed Ichigo's sword to pull him up and throw him at Uryu in their last fight

-everytime Renji appeared on screen at the beginning of a fight with some cool confident cocky one-liner

-Jugram's half-lidded stare (honorable mention: when he killed Bazz B and they didn't show his eyes because, after all, he grieved him anyways)

-"ever since you were in your mother's womb"

-the way Rukia half-smiled at Ichigo when he was losing his powers and couldn t see her anymore

-Senjumaru's bankai

- how Yoruichi's movements are animated, i m mesmerized

-the two seconds of Grimmjow swinging before launching himself at Ichigo

-Unohana looking like death herself before fighting Zaraki

-the detail of Byakuya's fingers freezing up too when he touched Rukia's hand to warm it up and melt the ice

-Rangiku

-Aizen's voice acting - deceivingly gentle

-Urahara's voice acting - playful and teasingly polite

-Shunsui wearing the flower pins of his brother and sister-in-law and also her kimono

-how Shunsui held Nanao's head gently to his chest in the Soul Society Arc when she was overwhelmed by Yamamoto's spiritual pressure

-Starrk being as bored as Shunsui when they had to fight

-after being manipulated and messed with by Aizen, Momo finally having a captain that could care for her despite his teases and playful taunts (Hirako, who also took care of Hyori)

-how Hirako was horrified when Hyori was taken down, despite all their banter and fighting and insults

-Zaraki's two most important people being two women

-Zaraki not giving a fuck about Yumichika's fruity ass look because he cares about power and strength not about how one dresses / behaves

-the same thing with Ikkaku

-Shuhei and Kira holding Yumichika back by force when Ikkaku lost his battle and he instinctively wanted to go to him

-Harribel's character being based on women protecting each other

-The few minutes when Nel was serious (LOVED her battle)

-Ulquiorra reaching his hand for Orihime just before he died

-how horrified Ichigo looked when Toshiro stabbed Momo under Aizen's illusion

-the outfits - the drip never stops (honorable mention - Ichigo's outfits that changed according to each of his power ups)

-Zangetsu's designs

-the way Hisagi talked about fear in his battle

+ many more - Bleach was a masterpiece and it really opened my eyes to how difficult and profound it had to be to build a verse such as this, all due respect to Kubo

[princessimotep]

I want to do better. I really do intend to read fluff...

But that smut be hitting different.

[guerkcheen]

Another drawn scene from my fanfiction that I still have to upload ahaha— it should display lieutenant Aizen shift of expression the twitch of darker amusement but with the touch of his glasses readjusting his "kind hearted" mask :)

probably tomorrow I will upload the first chapter ~

* I forgot to edit it I uploaded it and posted some chapters already 💚

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[kenpachissluut]

love me some obsessed and crazy men ᢉ𐭩

Stalker!Aizen who uses the Hōgyoku to create new Arrancar who are specialized to track you down wherever you are. He uses them to his advantage, so he always knows what’s happening in your life. It’s not like he couldn’t do it by himself but he‘s a busy man.

Stalker!Aizen who sends you handwritten loveletters where he detailed tells you, how obsessed and in love he is with you. Making you clear that you belong to him and that there will be bad consequences if you decide to press charges or else.

Stalker!Aizen who installed multiple little cameras in your home, at places you will never even think about it. Such as in your plushies or in the corners of your room, they are so minimal you wouldn’t see them with the naked eye. He also has hacked your own webcam so whenever you have your laptop open, he can easily observe you.

Stalker!Aizen who sends you tons of expensive gifts such as beautiful jewelry, the prettiest and biggest bouquets of red roses and let‘s not forget about the rather inappropriate gifts. He loves to send you sexy lingerie sets or even pictures of his dick or videos of himself jerking off to your pictures.

Stalker!Aizen whose identity is a mystery to you. There are little details that you easily could put together, but he always makes sure you won’t find out his identity if he doesn’t wants it to. He loves holding you in suspense or rather in fear, he’s just as much of a sadistic psychotic man.

Stalker!Aizen who follows you at a distance home or wherever you go, when he has the time for it. Keeping an sharp eye on you and making sure no other guy becomes any bad ideas. He knows you are a beautiful woman and Men swoon over you, but let’s not forget here that you are his and his only.

Stalker!Aizen who has a own private little room in his palace in hueco mundo, where he only has access to it. It’s filled with different monitors from the many cameras he has placed in your apartment. Watching you while you take a shower, while you cook something for dinner or even when you take a damn piss. He writes your whole daily routine down on paper and as soon as there is a change he will notice it. He is totally obsessed with you and knows every fucking detail about you and your life.

Stalker!Aizen who kills everyone without hesitation who gets to close to you for his own liking. You have a date? You will never hear of this guy again, thinking he ghosted you while in reality the guy not even exists anymore. He leaves no traces because he is an complete professional and makes sure no one will ever even think about that missing person again.

Stalker!Aizen who spends his evening in his monitoring room, comfortably sitting in his chair while he watches how you satisfy yourself. He wishes that it would be him, fucking your pretty pussy with his throbbing thick cock instead of your dildo or vibrator but he is a patient man. So he observes gracefully while stroking his hardened pretty length and having his orgasm right on time while you reach yours so beautifully.

Stalker!Aizen who once watched you while you had Sex with your Ex Boyfriend before he made sure he will go disappearing. Just because he wanted to find out what makes you tick or makes you worked up so when he‘s the one to get to pound your pretty cunt, he will do so much better. He‘s determined that one day you will go crazy after him and his dick that you will never even think about anything else but him again.

Stalker!Aizen who easily and innocently sneaks into your life after observing you for a long time. Appearing randomly at your workplace as an customer, visiting the same bars and supermarkets as you and slowly but perfectly befriending you. After a time of course he would ask you out, giving you the best time of your whole life without letting you know who he really is.

Stalker!Aizen who still would keep up the act as your Stalker even though he already had claimed you as his own. Gently reassuring you that everything will be alright and that he will protect you from this crazy Stalker. While in Reality he’s just a little too wicked for his own good and gets heavily turned on by your fear and the fact that you don’t know that the guy who fucks you every night is your Stalker.

Kenpachissluut writes ⋆. 𐙚 ˚