Yandere! Aizen sosuke x Abused! Reader
Warning: mental and physical abuse, non con, mention on experiment and abuse, force sexual intercourse, war, Aizen is a warning of his own..
Authors note: sorry I was late to post it... I just fall asleep đ„Č
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The air was thick with tension in the dark prison where Aizen had been sealed for years. Cold stone walls surrounded him, the oppressive silence broken only by the sound of his breathâslow, deliberate, as if waiting for something, someone. The room was a place of confinement, but to Aizen, it felt like a tomb. Not for him, but for everything he had once loved and lost.
She had been his. She had loved him with a devotion so pure, so unyielding, that even he could not break it. But he had tried. Oh, how he had tried. He had tortured her body, used her , mind and body, in ways that only a man like Aizen could conceive. She had been his plaything, his possession, and yet she stayed. No matter how many times he used her, degraded her, humiliated her, she stayed by his side. She loved him, even as he destroyed her.... Even killed her from inside. Even as his cruelty pushed her to the edge of death.
Aizen had beaten her until she was a broken doll, until her once-vibrant spirit was reduced to a shadow of what it had been. He had sent his Espadas to experiment on her, each more vile than the last, testing her limits, shattering her sanity, yet she had endured it all...... As if her love for him had been her only salvation. And when he was sealed, it had been her hands that had helped him.
But he had never shown her the affection she so desperately needed.... Or begged. He had told her over and over how useless she was. How she was nothing more than a tool to further his own goals... That she was just a pawn in his plan. It was easier for him that way, to push her away, to break her, than to admit that maybe, just maybe, she had been his anchor all along.
Then, one day, He lost the battle and was sealed ..... After than he never saw her again.....
She had moved on. Aizen couldnât blame her. He had been a monster, a tyrant, a man who destroyed everything in his path, including her heart. And she had chosen to live without him.
Aizen was left to fester in the darkness of his prison, thinking of her. He never forgot her. How could he? Even in his isolation, her face haunted him, her voice echoing in his mind. Every day, the guilt gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the cruelty he had inflicted on her. He had been the one to break her, and yet, she had never once turned her back on him.
When the Soul Society came to him for helpâdesperate, needing his brilliance to defeat the threat of the Soul King and Yhwachâit wasnât their request that caught his attention. Aizen had no desire to get involved with their petty squabbles, not when he was so close to breaking free...... It was the faint smell. The unmistakable scent of Y/N.
His heart stopped. She was alive.....
"Is she... still alive?" His voice was almost a whisper, a faint tremor in his usually calm demeanor. The realization hit him like a thunderclap, and he could barely contain the rush of emotions that came with it. She was alive, but what had happened to her? How had she survived all this time without him?
"I will help you," Aizen said, his voice carrying a deadly edge, "but only if you bring her to me."
The Soul Society had hesitated at first. They had feared what he might do to her, and they were right to. Aizen was a man of many desires, and one of them was possessing Y/N once again. But they eventually agreedâreluctantly, but with little choice. They would let him see her, on the condition that he would help them in their war.
The Soul Society had agreed to his terms. If he was to help them, they had to bring Y/N to him. He didnât care about their war or their plans to defeat the Soul King and Yhwach. All that mattered was her. He needed to see her again, to claim her again.
When the time came, she was brought before him, and Aizen couldnât help but study her every detail. She was different.
His gaze fell to her body, the fullness of her curves, the way her skin seemed to carry a new weight. He had always controlled herâused her body, shaped it to his desiresâbut now, she was different. She wasnât the fragile thing he remembered. She wasnât begging him for more. She wasnât fighting him. She was... resigned.
She flinched when he came close. But she didnât tremble in fear or beg for his touch, like she had done so many times before. Instead, she stood thereâstill, silent, as if he were a mere stranger.
Aizenâs fingers grazed her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. Her eyes were no longer filled with the same love and adoration. They were cold, distant. She had grown accustomed to living without him. And it stung more than he could have imagined.
"Why am I here?" She whispered , her tone cold...
Why?? He wishpered back ....his voice low, almost pleading. "Because I wanted to see my queen...? What happened to the woman who would beg for me, who would call my name in desperation?"
She didnât answer. She simply stared at him, her expression unreadable. The weight of her silence crushed him more than anything she could have said. He had expected anger, fear, maybe even hatred, but not this.
Aizenâs gaze traveled down her body, lingering on her fuller figure. She was no longer the fragile thing he had once broken, and yet something in him twisted. He reached for her, pulling her closer, his hands trailing down her body as if searching for somethingâanythingâthat would remind him of what they had been.
He begged her to kiss him back as he latched on her lips..... Nuzzled her neck... He even called her namedsoftly a lot of times.
At last resort he started to undress her.
But she didnât react the way he expected. She didnât moan when he touched her, didnât beg for more, didnât offer herself as she once had. She was still.... Silent.... Unmoved.....
His hand desperately unrest her and laid her down... He first time in life "made love to her"... But she ..... She was cold and unresponsive. He at the least thought she would beg for him to stop of not to cum inside... But she.... Laid there unbothered.... As if..... No... It can't be right????
It was then that the realization hit him like a thunderclap....
Her silence wasnât just a sign of her emotional numbness......it was something else entirely.
She was using birth control.
Aizen stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening with disbelief as his mind reeled. The realization was too much to process. She was on birth control..... She wasnât begging him to not to come inside her, to not claim her as he had so many times before. She wasnât even reacting to him the way she had once done so eagerly.
"Why?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and something far more vulnerable. "Why, Y/N? Why are you doing this to me?"
She froze, her eyes flickering with something he couldnât placeâfear, regret, maybe even shame. But she didnât speak. She didnât offer him an explanation.
Aizenâs heart shattered in that moment. He had broken her in ways he hadnât even realized. He had destroyed the very core of her being, and now, she was shutting him out completely.
His hands trembled as he pulled away from her, stepping back as if she were a stranger. "Youâre using birth control," he said, almost laughing at the absurdity of it all. "All this time, and youâve been preventing me from marking you as mine, even when I begged you to."
His heart ached, a pain so sharp it threatened to tear him apart. He had once been the one to control her body, to shape her to his will, and now she had taken that power back. She had taken everything from him without even a word.
His laugh was bitter, cold. He walked away from her, leaving her limp on the bed, her silence deafening.
He returned moments later with a glass of water, but when he saw that she was gone, it hit him like a wave. She had left.....
His fists clenched in fury, his mind racing as he sought her out. He followed her scent, leaving the Soul Society behind, into the human world, where she had made a new life. A new family. A family he should have provided for, should have protected.
And then he saw them he froze... His eyes wide. His sons. Twin boys, both eerily resembling him in every way. Handsome. Intelligent. Powerful. They were his. His blood.
When Y/N returned home, Aizen stood in the doorway, watching her carefully, studying her every move. She didnât look at him. She didnât seem to care that he was there. She was just... tired.
"Leave my sons alone," she whispered, her voice cracked and small, her eyes pleading.
"They are mine too," Aizen said softly, stepping forward. "You are mine, Y/N. And I will take back what is mine."
"You won't.... Just leave...." She growled but he looked at her drunk....
"You know love I could always kill them.... Right??" He wishpered
"You won't...." She stuttered...
" I don't care...I could... I could and you would always give me more sons...."
She looked up at him, fear in her eyes, but there was something else too. Something he couldnât place. Desperation, perhaps. Or regret.
But Aizen had no intention of letting her go. Not now. Not ever. She belonged to him, and he would make her remember that.
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