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Of the bleach boys/girls, who do you want to be your Valentine?

Why must you ask such a difficult question 🫠 how am I supposed to choose 😭

UGGGGHHH I’ll go with Jushiro. He’s THE best option. Valentine's Day with him will be the sweetest because he’s an absolute sweetheart 🥰

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝…

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello! I hope you’re doing well. Do you still accept requests? If yes, can I request an idea, please? What about Aizen, Kisuke, Grimmjow (separately) protecting their s/o? Like s/o was injured in the battle and they’re protecting her? I do hope you’ll accept ma request!

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Aizen, Kisuke, Grimmjow, Ichigo, Zaraki, Byakuya

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Decided to add a few extra characters to the request because I had some headcanons on them for something similar, and I didn’t wanna leave them out :) Plus, I included them taking care of you as well.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, blood, injuries, humour

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When they protect and care for you when you get injured during a fight.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

︶꒦꒷Aizen Sosuke꒷꒦︶

Aizen rarely lets you get injured in the first place, always several steps ahead of any threat, but the moment you bled in front of him, something in his eyes shifted. He didn't lash out, didn’t rage—his control was perfected—but there was deliberate cruelty to the way he cut down your attackers, a methodical efficiency that was almost…clinical.

He barely glanced at your wound at first, not because he didn’t care, but because he knew you weren’t dying and could afford to wait while he finished dealing with the insects who had dared to touch you.

He didn’t rush to leave, taking his time to ensure you were stable, but the moment you could stand, he pulled you into his arms. “You will not inconvenience me like this again,” he murmured, though there was something dangerously soft in his tone, something that almost—almost—sounded like concern.

“Was it necessary to leave everyone in such a paralysing state of hypnosis?”

Your answer was a sharp glance followed by a smirk of superiority. Not a glance was spared to those behind you on the field—not fool would dare tail after him—left in a state of paralysis as all your enemies lay on the floor. Except for your assailant. He was cut with a single, swift blow.

“You should have dodged.” His voice was smooth as ever, carrying neither mockery nor concern—just an infuriating certainty as if your near-death experience was nothing more than a miscalculation.

A sharp exhale left your lips as the pain flared, but you still shot him a glare. “You—should have helped sooner.”

His lips twitched at that, amused rather than chastised. “If I intervened every time you were reckless, I’d never get anything else done.”

Despite his words, his grip tightened, fingers pressing against your thigh where he held you securely. His movements were effortless as if carrying your weight was nothing at all. He didn’t even glance back at the battlefield, fully confident that no one would be foolish enough to pursue him.

“I can walk.”

“You can’t.”

“Sosuke—”

A deliberate flicker of his spiritual pressure pressed against you, silencing your protests instantly. His smirk widened. “You’ll be quiet if you know what’s good for you.”

A growl of frustration caught in your throat, but the pain in your ribs stopped you from saying anything more. The bastard was right, and he knew it. As he stepped through the open doors of his private quarters, a space untouched by the outside world. The moment he set you down on the futon, his fingers moved to peel away your torn uniform with unnerving precision. Your breath caught as he revealed the deep wound, the edges red and raw, but his expression never wavered. “You’re lucky,” he murmured as he his fingers brushing against your skin. “A few inches deeper, and you wouldn’t be arguing with me right now.”

You swallowed hard, watching him work as he produced a cloth, soaked in a pungent-smelling ointment, and pressed it firmly against the wound. A hiss escaped your lips, but he ignored it.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?” You gritted your teeth, the sting spreading through your side like fire. “Sitting there, acting like you know everything.”

His smirk remained. “I do know everything. At least, everything worth knowing.”

You scoffed, but before you could fire back, his free hand slid up your thigh, the touch firm and…distracting. “Rest.” His voice left no room for argument. “Or I’ll make you.”

Damn him.

And worse, damn yourself for knowing that if he wanted to, he absolutely could.

︶꒦꒷Urahara Kisuke꒷꒦︶

He was in the middle of fighting when he saw you go down, and whatever amusement had been lingering in his expression vanished instantly. He carved through the battlefield with an almost unsettling accuracy. He didn’t play with his enemies, didn’t taunt or toy with them as he usually would—he just destroyed them.

“Ah, you’ve really done it this time,” he muttered when he finally reached you, crouching beside you with a quick assessment of your injury. His hat had been knocked askew at some point, and there was something oddly grim about the way he looked at you, as though he were calculating how much damage had been done and whether he should scold you now or later.

He didn’t leave your side until he was sure you were stable, and even then, his hand lingered against yours for just a moment longer than necessary, as if reassuring himself that you were still there, still breathing.

“You really do enjoy giving me heart attacks, don’t you?” Kisuke had you pinned against the wall of his underground shop, his hat tipped back just enough to reveal the sharp glint of his eyes as he examined the deep gash running down your arm.

His voice carried its usual lightness, but his grip on your wrist was firm, unyielding. Blood dripped from your fingertips, staining the floorboards. The battlefield had been a mess, but you’d held your own—at least, until something faster, stronger, had torn through your defence.

You let out a sharp breath, wincing as he pressed a cloth against the wound. “Would you prefer I let myself die instead?”

“Well,” he drawled, tying the bandage with quick efficiency, “I’d certainly prefer you didn’t make a habit of it.”

Your vision swam slightly as exhaustion set in, and before you could protest, Kisuke scooped you up, carrying you towards the back room where the futons were kept. You were deposited unceremoniously onto the mattress, his reiatsu curling around you like a blanket.

“I can still fight—”

“Ah-ah.” He waggled a finger, his grin widening. “That’s my line, sweetheart.”

You tried to sit up, but his hand pressed against your forehead, pushing you right back down. “Let’s not pretend I’m going to let you move from this spot.”

Your lips parted in protest, but before you could get a word out, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a brightly wrapped sweet, popping it into your mouth with an infuriating flick of his wrist.

“Good patients get candy,” he teased, eyes gleaming. “And you? You’re being my very worst patient.”

You glared at him but begrudgingly sucked on the candy, the taste of honey and citrus distracting you from the dull throb in your arm.

“Now that’s a good little patient! So stay put, or I really will tie you down.” He grinned, tapping a finger against your forehead.

You wouldn’t put it past him.

︶꒦꒷Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez꒷꒦︶

He was in the middle of tearing someone apart when he caught the scent of your blood, and whatever he had been doing no longer mattered. Eyes locked onto you, and for a second, everything else blurred into white noise. He was on your attacker before they could even react, his claws sinking into their flesh with a viciousness that was far beyond what was necessary.

When he finally returned, his expression was dark, his knuckles split open, but his attention was entirely on you. “You’re a real pain in the ass, y’know that?” He grumbled as he knelt beside you again, but his touch was surprisingly careful as he checked your wound.

If you so much as winced, he clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes. “You owe me for making me deal with that bastard. You can pay me back by not bein’ a dumbass next time.” Despite the rough words, there was something almost gentle in the way he adjusted your position, making sure you were comfortable.

There was a snarl as he kicked open the door, carrying you into the dimly lit room with far more force than necessary. The walls trembled from the impact, but he barely noticed, too busy glaring down at you. His grip on you was rough, but not cruel—his arms caged you against his chest, his reiatsu still flaring with unchecked aggression. His instincts were still in battle mode, and he was pissed.

“What the fuck was that back there?”

You groaned, shifting slightly. “You’re the one who ran off. I had to handle things myself.”

His eyes burned with irritation. “Bullshit. You were reckless.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you weren’t?”

His growl vibrated through your body, and the next thing you knew, he’d tossed you onto the bed, looming over you with bared teeth. “You got hurt, dumbass.”

A sharp inhale left your lips as he yanked your torn top down, exposing the bruises and cuts littering your skin. His gaze darkened, his fingers twitching at the sight of blood.

“Grimmjow, what the fuck?! You can’t just—” you attempted to scold him at his lack of tenderness, however he was quicker.

“There isn’t anything you have that I haven’t seen before, so shut up.” His tongue clicked in frustration. “You’re supposed to let me take the hits.”

You huffed. “I can handle myself.”

He ignored you, dipping his head to press his mouth to the wound, his tongue flicking over the raw skin. The complaints that sat at the tip off your tongue fell short as his tongue continued to swipe at your bruises. His saliva burned slightly, but the pain faded almost instantly. His healing factor had always been ridiculously effective, but the way he applied it—mouth hot against your skin—was another thing entirely.

You shivered. “You enjoy this too much.”

His smirk was all teeth. “If you’re gonna get yourself beat up, you might as well let me have some fun with it.”

You had a feeling he wasn’t letting you leave that bed anytime soon.

︶꒦꒷Kurosaki Ichigo꒷꒦︶

Ichigo didn’t even realise you’d been hurt at first. He’d been too busy fighting, too caught up in the chaos of battle, but the moment he saw you stumble, the way your blood hit the ground, he snapped. His body moved before his mind could catch up, instincts taking over as he was suddenly in front of you, blade clashing against your attacker’s with enough force to send them flying.

He didn’t give them a chance to recover as he cut them down. And when he turned back to you, eyes wide with something between anger and concern. “What the hell happened?” he’d panic while his hands were already reaching for you.

He didn’t move away, didn’t leave your side, even when the fight was over. He stayed close, arms crossed, watching you with a sharp gaze. If anyone even looked at you wrong, they were getting his kick.

“You’re such a goddamn idiot,” he muttered, his jaw tight with frustration. “Taking a hit for me like that—what the hell were you thinking?” Blood seeped through your uniform, staining his hands, but he didn’t care—he only cared about getting you the hell away from there.

You winced, shifting slightly against his chest. “That you’re the one who keeps saving everyone. Thought I’d return the favour.”

His grip tightened, his reiatsu flaring, wild and unchecked. “That’s not how this works. You don’t throw yourself in front of shit for me.”

The way his voice cracked slightly at the end made your chest ache. You had seen Ichigo angry before, frustrated, even exasperated—but this was different. His brows were furrowed, his mouth set in a grim line, and despite the rough way he carried you, his hands were trembling just slightly.

The moment he landed back at Urahara’s shop, he didn’t wait for anyone—he took you straight inside, laying you down on the futon with more care than he’d ever admit to. His hands hovered uselessly over your wounds, his frustration mounting. “Where’s that damn fan-waving bastard when you actually need him?”

You reached out, fingers brushing his wrist. “You gonna patch me up yourself, hero?”

His scowl deepened, but he didn’t pull away. “Damn right I am.”

His movements were rough but efficient, peeling away the shredded fabric of your uniform to get a better look at the wound. His brows furrowed, and he let out a slow breath, trying to calm himself.

“You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. His reiatsu settled as he pressed a damp cloth against your wound. His fingers were warm, his touch gentle despite his earlier anger.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, you know,” you muttered, smirking slightly.

His lips parted, a comeback on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself, exhaling sharply. Instead, he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours for just a moment, his breath warm against your skin.

“Just—don’t do that shit again,” he muttered. “You scared the hell outta me.”

You smiled faintly. “No promises.”

He groaned. “Why the hell do I even like you?”

You laughed. “Because I’m amazing?”

He rolled his eyes, but his grip on your hand didn’t loosen.

︶꒦꒷Zaraki Kenpachi꒷꒦︶

Zaraki barely registered the attack that hit you at first—caught up in the thrill of the fight, his instincts had been honed for battle, not defence. But the moment he smelt blood—your blood—something in him shifted. His grin dropped, his posture stiffened, and when he turned to look at you, there was a moment of complete silence before everything erupted.

He didn’t just attack your opponent—he obliterated them. His sword tore through them with such force that the shockwave alone cracked the ground. There was no drawn-out fight, no playing around. They had touched what was his, and that was something he didn’t forgive.

Once the battle was over, he didn’t ask if you were alright—he just stared at you for a long moment before scoffing, ruffling a hand through his hair. “Next time, don’t go gettin’ yourself messed up. Ain’t fun fightin’ when I gotta worry about your dumb ass.” It was as close to concern as he was willing to admit.

Being carried like a ragdoll after a minor injury was exactly the idea you had in mind when taking a hit, but the way his hand gripping your waist as he walked through the wreckage of the battlefield, completely unfazed, left you wondering if it was a great idea. You had nearly gotten your ass handed to you, blood dripping down your arm, but he just kept walking, grinning like he hadn’t almost watched you collapse.

“You really thought you could handle that one alone, huh?”

You groaned, your head lolling against his shoulder. “I could have.”

His laugh was sharp, wild. “Yeah? With what, your damn stubbornness? Thought you were tougher than this.”

You knew he was messing with you, but it still pissed you off. “Put me down and I’ll show you how tough I am.”

His grin widened. “Yeah? Let’s do it. Right here. You bleed out first, or I win?”

You huffed, glaring up at him. “You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re an idiot.” He adjusted you in his grip, his hand pressing against your side a little more firmly, and you realised—he was making sure you weren’t slipping, despite his teasing.

By the time he reached the barracks, he all but threw you onto a spare futon, crouching beside you with his usual wild grin. “You done being stupid, or do I gotta tie you down to keep you from getting up again?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you shot back.

His smirk turned sharp. “Hell yeah, I would,” he exclaimed while pulling the cap of a sake bottle and directing it towards your injury. Without warning, while he maintained a shit-eating grin, he poured the alcohol all over your wound.

You gritted your teeth as he poured sake directly onto your wounds. The sting burned straight through you, making you arch up with a sharp hiss. “Sadistic son of a—”

“Relax. It’s just a little pain.” His grin stretched wider. “Ain’t like you can’t handle it.”

You wanted to smack him. Instead, you let your head drop back onto the futon, your body too drained to keep arguing. Zaraki just huffed, his fingers working fast as he patched you up with the kind of efficiency that only came from years of battlefield experience.

Once he was satisfied, he plopped down beside you, stretching out with a lazy grunt. His arm slung over your waist, anchoring you in place.

“You ain’t moving till you heal,” he muttered. “Try it, and I’ll break your legs myself.”

You scowled, but your body was already betraying you, exhaustion pulling you under. Zaraki just chuckled, his reiatsu settling around you like a heavy blanket.

“Whatever,” you grumbled.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he retorted. “You’re a pain in my ass. But if you die on me, who the hell am I supposed to fight with, huh?”

There was something in his tone, something almost serious beneath the teasing. His golden eye was fixed on you, watching you carefully, as if making sure you were really still breathing.

“…I’m not going anywhere,” you muttered.

His grin softened—just a little.

“Damn right you’re not.”

︶꒦꒷Kuchiki Byakuya꒷꒦︶

Byakuya had seen your injury the moment it happened. He had been aware of every movement, and yet, somehow, he had still been too far away to prevent it. A mistake. One that would not be repeated.

His blade was drawn before the enemy even realised their mistake. There was no warning, no time to react—one moment they were standing, the next they were collapsing, their body sliced apart with a level of precision that was almost beautiful.

After the fight, he returned to your side immediately, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Do not move,” he said simply, kneeling once again to check your injury. His fingers lingered against your skin for a moment longer than necessary before he withdrew.

“You were reckless.”

You sighed, shifting slightly as he secured another bandage around your shoulder. “You’re starting to sound like Ichigo.”

His gaze flickered to you, unimpressed. “If even he finds your behaviour foolish, then perhaps you should reconsider your approach to battle.”

You huffed but didn’t argue. The pain was settling in now, the ache spreading through your limbs like lead. Byakuya hadn’t said much when he’d found you, merely scooping you into his arms before flash-stepping away without a word. Now, in the quiet of his personal chambers, his reiatsu pressed down around you, authoritative—as usual.

“I am fine, Byakuya,” you tried again.

His gaze flickered up, sharp and piercing. “You are bleeding.”

You sighed. “People bleed.”

“Not when I can prevent it.”

You fell silent at that.

He dipped a cloth into a basin of water, wringing it out before pressing it against your brow. The gesture was softer than you expected, and you found yourself watching him more closely.

“You’re being gentle.”

He didn’t pause, merely continued tending to your wounds with the same meticulous care. “You are in no condition to withstand anything less.”

A small smirk tugged at your lips. “Ah. So you do care.”

His hands stilled for a fraction of a second before he resumed his work. “I do not entertain meaningless losses.”

You chuckled, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at your injuries. “That’s a very Byakuya way of saying you’d be upset if I died.”

He exhaled through his nose, carefully adjusting the final bandage. “You presume too much.”

“And yet, here I am, being personally tended to by Captain Kuchiki himself.”

His fingers brushed against your wrist, lingering just long enough for you to feel the warmth of his touch. “Rest.” His voice was quiet but firm. “We will speak later.”

You smirked, but for once, you obeyed.

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Hello, nice to see another blog writing for Bleach! Welcome 🤗

I hope you don’t mind me making a small request. Headcanons for Byakuya, Kisuke, Jushiro and Ichigo (all with gn!reader) for when they take care of you after you return from a mission injured (nothing major)? Just some soft and fluffy, content. Thank you! And hope you have fun writing!

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Tending to your wounds

Byakuya Kuchiki, Kisuke Urahara, Jushiro Ukitake, Ichigo Kurosaki x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of open wounds and blood, just fluff <3

author’s note: that is so sweet thank you sm 🥹 also my phone kept wanting to autocorrect jushiro to juanito

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Byakuya Kuchiki

Despite his icy exterior, he is constantly worrying about you

When you return from your mission, you’d try your best to hide your injury from him but he’d see through you like you’re made of glass

He’d notice immediately the subtle winces and how you avoid touching your side

He would eventually corner you to confront you. A simple, “you’re injured,” and you’d have no choice but to reveal the small but painful cut you sustained on your side

He would insist on taking care of it himself, no need for any of the healers. “Sit.” There is no room for discussion in his voice so you oblige

His face would remain in its usual unreadable expression as he’d bandage your wound but his touch is noticeably soft, making sure to make it as painless as possible

Once you’re all bandaged up, his touch would linger on your waist for a few moments, as if he’s grounding himself by feeling your skin. Possibilities of how it could’ve gone much worse run through his mind

“Do not let this happen again.” It’s an order, yes, but under his reprimand is a plea to never put yourself in danger again for his own sake

He wouldn’t be able to bear losing his love again

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Kisuke Urahara

He would excitedly greet you in your return, planting kisses on your face and casually noting the blood that seeped through your sleeve

Wait… blood??

Once he realized, he’d spring into action grabbing all the necessary items before you could even say a word

To anyone else, he’d look like he’s casually following routine, but he’ll be making note to use the best medicine he has saved just for you. He wouldn’t want you feeling another ounce of pain

He’d try to hide his panic with jokes. “I don't want to imagine what the other guy must look like.” He might even get a little touchy as he’s bandaging you up, the pervert he is

Unfortunately, he’s an open book to you. It’s all a facade to distract himself from the fact that you’re actually hurt

You’d stop him before he can make another bad joke, “Relax, Kisuke.”

He’d look at you bewildered for a moment before looking down, shaking his head, chuckling

Besides Yoruichi, you were the only other person who could read him so well and that still amazed him

The best medicine he did use because you felt better than ever after he patched you up

He’d pat your head. “Why, of course. You’re being treated by the best there is,” acting like he wasn’t about to throw up smh

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Jushiro Ukitake

The entire time you’re gone, he’d drown himself in paperwork otherwise he would have carved a hole in the floor from his nervous pacing

Seeing you finally walk through the door would earn him the biggest sigh of relief

That is until he noticed you limping. Anyone else would have missed it

He’d waste no time in questioning you about it. You’d try to brush him off, of course, nagging him about him giving you an interrogation rather than a warm welcome

But he’d have none of it. You’d sigh in defeat and lift your pant leg, revealing a small laceration on your calf with a half-assed bandage

He would immediately start scolding you, telling you that you shouldn’t have taken an enemy on by yourself

Then start the questions. “How did this happen? Why didn’t you call for backup? How long ago?“

He’d snap out of it when you falter trying to take another step and he rushes to catch you before you fall

He’d follow up with an apology, holding you tight and reassuring you he’s just glad you’re back home safely

Helping you walk, he’d bring you to the healers and stay by your side the whole time, making sure they heal you until you’re good as new

And even then, he’d be watching you carefully. You’re still recovering from a hefty mission, after all

So that’s his excuse to spoil you for the next few days with your favorite treats, massages, and anything else you request

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Ichigo Kurosaki

The second he’d lay eyes on you after you return from your mission, he’d be at your side, frantically scanning you over. “Are you hurt?” are the first words out of his mouth

He’d ask that about a thousand times

You’d try to reassure him that you’re fine but unlike Kisuke who would at least try to hide his freak out, Ichigo would simply freak tf out at the sight of blood on your arm

He’s unsure of what to do at first, the sight of you injured scrambles his brain

Eventually, you’d calm him down enough that he’d finally lock in and realize you need to be treated

He’d use the limited knowledge he’s gotten from his dad in the clinic and bandage you up to the best of his abilities, nervous about possibly hurting you further

After you’re set, he’d go silent, holding your hand, and you’d immediately know he’s blaming himself. “I should’ve been there to protect you.”

You’d pull him in and he’d hold you, gently as to not hurt you but firmly. If it was up to him, he’d never let you go again

You’d tell him you’re capable of taking care of yourself and he knows that, but he can’t help his protective instinct over you and would vow to never let harm come to you again

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Hellooo!! I’m the anon who requested the Kisuke dating humans without powers, but I’ll start going by as 💫 anon so it’s be easier to say by ahshwhdh(Same one who requested the yandere headcanons too!!!) I really love how the request turned out, your characterizations of Bleach characters are so well done!! Big Kisuke fan here aaghhh you write him so mischief menace but a sweetheart and devoted lover and it just makes me squeal everytime!! Hope you get some breaks before moving on to other requests!!! - 💫 anon

[saving you as 💫 anon from now on]. Thank you for the request, I absolutely LOVED writing it!! Kisuke is always fun to write. He’s so naughty but a big ole sweetheart deep down aghhh ☺️. And thank you for liking my characterisations 🥺. Also, rest assured. I’m taking enough breaks between writing so I don’t stress and can get everything out there 🤗

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: If your requests are still open, can you do dating headcanons of Urahara Kisuke with a human with no powers like Uryu and Aizen :0? I really loved both of them!!!! They were so cute

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Charmed that you liked the others I wrote for ☺️. For everyone whose favourite shopkeeper is a handsome guy without a Bankai. Enjoy!

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Headcanons for what it’s like to date the eccentric shopkeeper as a normal human

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊‧꒰ა Urahara Kisuke always found humans fascinating. Not in the detached, scientific way he studied Hollows or other supernatural phenomena, but in a quiet, thoughtful manner. There was something refreshing about people who weren’t caught up in the endless cycles of duty, war, and spiritual politics. When he first met you—a completely ordinary human with no spiritual powers whatsoever—it intrigued him more than he cared to admit.

˚₊‧꒰ა You’d wandered into his shop out of sheer curiosity, finding it tucked away in a quiet corner of Karakura Town. He watched you from behind the counter as you examined the odd items lining the shelves, clearly puzzled by the peculiar collection of goods. He’d let you browse in silence before finally calling out in that lazy, sing-song tone of his, “Welcome! Looking for something in particular, or just lost?”

˚₊‧꒰ა At first, he treated you like any other customer, but your repeated visits quickly changed that. You came back, not because you needed anything, but because you found his company oddly comforting. There was a strange charm to him—part mysterious shopkeeper, part eccentric scientist. He made you laugh with his odd sense of humour and impressed you with his seemingly endless knowledge about random topics.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You know,” he said one day, leaning casually against the counter, “most people don’t stick around once they realise I’m not selling anything useful. What keeps bringing you back here, hm?”

˚₊‧꒰ა You shrugged with a small smile. “Maybe I like being here.”

˚₊‧꒰ა That answer caught him off guard. He’d always been good at reading people, but you were harder to figure out. There was no hidden agenda, no ulterior motive. You simply enjoyed spending time with him, and that baffled him more than he cared to admit.

˚₊‧꒰ა Over time, you became a regular fixture in his life. You’d stop by the shop with coffee, sit with him while he tinkered with strange gadgets, and chat about mundane things—work, weather, books you’d read. It was so normal it almost felt foreign to him, but he found himself looking forward to those quiet moments more than he expected.

˚₊‧꒰ა Tessai and the kids noticed the change almost immediately. Tessai would give Kisuke knowing looks while Jinta and Ururu whispered behind his back, giggling like mischievous children. Kisuke pretended not to notice, but he wasn’t fooling anyone.

˚₊‧꒰ა One evening, after closing up the shop, he surprised you by inviting you to stay for dinner. He claimed Tessai had cooked too much, but you weren’t buying that excuse. Still, you accepted, and it quickly became a routine.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You don’t have to keep coming around, you know,” he teased one night, passing you a cup of tea. “I’m not that interesting.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re more interesting than you think,” you replied, giving him a look that made his heart skip a beat.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, he started to care more deeply than he intended. He caught himself worrying about you when you were out late or feeling jealous when other people made you laugh. It was ridiculous, really. He’d spent centuries dealing with life-or-death situations, but your presence made him feel…vulnerable.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kisuke being Kisuke, tried to keep his feelings hidden behind his usual playful façade. But you saw through him more often than not.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You overthink everything,” you told him once, poking him lightly in the forehead. “Maybe try feeling for a change instead of analysing everything to death.”

˚₊‧꒰ა That hit closer to home than he wanted to admit. You weren’t wrong—he’d spent most of his life relying on his intellect, keeping people at arm’s length. But with you, it was different. He didn’t want to keep his distance.

˚₊‧꒰ა Eventually, he stopped fighting it. One night, as you were leaving the shop, he called out to you just before you reached the door, he would nervously and uncharacteristically, ask you out.

˚₊‧꒰ა Dating Kisuke was anything but ordinary. He’d surprise you with elaborate dates—picnics under the stars, late-night walks through the quiet streets of Karakura, even impromptu trips to hidden parts of the town you never knew existed. He had a knack for making the mundane feel magical.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You really don’t do anything halfway, do you?” you teased once after he’d somehow managed to set up a candlelit dinner in a secluded park. “I like to keep things interesting,” he replied with a wink.

˚₊‧꒰ა Despite his playful exterior, you saw glimpses of the more serious side of him. There were moments when he’d stare off into the distance, lost in thought, or when he’d absentmindedly fiddle with his fan, a faint shadow of melancholy crossing his face. You never pushed him to talk about it, but you always let him know you were there if he needed to.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You have your secrets,” you said once, resting your hand on his. “I’m not here to pry. I’m here because I care.” That simple statement meant more to him than you realised. In a world full of hidden agendas and dangerous secrets, your honesty was a rare and precious thing.

˚₊‧꒰ა Over time, he opened up more, sharing bits and pieces of his past. He told you about the Soul Society, his exile, and the dangers lurking just beyond the veil of the ordinary world. You listened without judgement, accepting him for who he was—not just the brilliant scientist or the exiled captain, but Kisuke, the man who made your heart race with a single smile.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You could have a normal life,” he told you one night, his voice unusually serious. “You don’t have to get involved in all of this.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “I’m exactly where I want to be,” you replied without hesitation. “With you.” Those words lingered with him, a constant reminder that even in the midst of chaos, he’d found something worth holding onto.

˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t hide his emotions when you’ve done something that touched his ear. He might not verbally express it, but the blush and his explosive reaction tell you enough. Bring him a meal of food, and he’s telling Tessai that you’re the new chef in the house.

˚₊‧꒰ა Urahara’s affection was subtle but undeniable. He’d bring you odd little gifts—an antique key with no lock, a beautifully painted fan, or a box of sweets he claimed were imported from “a very exclusive supplier.” You’d laugh and tease him about his dubious taste, but the care behind each gesture was clear

˚₊‧꒰ა There were moments of danger, of course. Being close to Kisuke meant you weren’t entirely safe from the spiritual threats that loomed over Karakura. But he did everything in his power to keep you protected, even if it meant keeping you in the dark about certain things.

˚₊‧꒰ა While you’re asleep, he already had Tessai set up a new defensive system, telling the poor man to create some new Kido to protect you and your neighbourhood. Jinta and Ururu are placed to guard your house for extra precautions.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jinta had let it slip out during a visit that he was never guarding your house all night, ever again, and that’s how you came to learn that he’s been going above and beyond to protect you. Gave him a little scolding for it and told him to go easy on his kids.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re terrible at hiding things from me,” you pointed out once when he tried to brush off a particularly nasty injury. “You might be a genius, but you’re not a very good liar.” He chuckled, wincing slightly as you gently cleaned his wound. “Guess I’ll have to work on that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა For all his quirks, Urahara was deeply protective. You noticed it in the way his playful eyes sharpened whenever someone approached you too quickly or in how he always seemed to position himself between you and any potential danger, however minor. “Can’t have my favourite human getting scratched, now can I?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Melts when you still give him kisses and caution him to be safe. And Kisuke always takes everything up a notch—his way of masking his affected state—by asking for another or more good luck affections. He’s bold enough to ask for this to be a regular thing each time he has to head out, stopping by your house for his kisses.

˚₊‧꒰ა We all know he’s touchy, but when you’re the one giving him the physical affections, of a moment, his hyperactivity dies down and all the noise vanishes. He’ll melt into your touch, visibly turning into a puddle, murmuring about how good your hug felt. Cuddle him and watch as he turns into a giant baby.

˚₊‧꒰ა He probably can’t remember the last time someone was this genuinely affectionate towards him, so he clings to every drop of affection. Your kisses to his forehead, the way you cradle his head and run your fingers through them, how you hold him to your chest and baby him. It’s a feeling he never wants to let go.

˚₊‧꒰ა Your simple human touch adds colour to his bleak life. Something he likes to whisper when you’re asleep as he kisses your cheeks. “I don’t know what I’ll do should something ever happen to you. You’re the light in my life.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Despite the risks, you never regretted being with him. He made you laugh, challenged you to think differently, and reminded you that even in a world full of supernatural dangers, there was still room for joy and love.

˚₊‧꒰ა Despite his mysterious nature, Urahara was a man of simple joys. He loved lazy mornings where he could sit outside with a cup of tea, the brim of his hat tilted just enough to catch the sun. You’d join him, and he’d share random musings about the weather, the birds, or the peculiarities of human behaviour.

˚₊‧꒰ა He had a mischievous streak a mile wide. One time, he convinced you to help him with a ‘harmless’ experiment, which ended with you glowing faintly for an entire day. “You look positively radiant!” he exclaimed, clearly delighted, while you swore revenge through gritted teeth.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You know,” he said one night, pulling you close as you stood on the shop’s rooftop, gazing at the stars, “for someone without powers, you’ve completely enchanted me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. “Good. It’s about time someone outsmarted you.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @edensrose

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Words: 2.2k | smut | Context: Grimmjow grows impatient with your pace when riding him.

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𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 | 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐣𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➳❥ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.2k

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader (shinigami reader), smut, rough sex (it’s Grimmjow), manhandling, multiple orgasms, sub!reader, dom!Grimmjow, dirty-talking, creampies, marathon sex

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Grimmjow grows impatient with your pace when riding him.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

The room was bathed in dim, eerie light, the silence of Las Noches broken only by the wet, sloppy sounds of your movements and the low growls of frustration escaping Grimmjow’s throat. The sexta espada reclined lazily against a sturdy beanbag, his muscular form relaxed despite the heat of the moment. His piercing eyes, sharp and electric, were fixed on you, watching with a mixture of impatience and amusement as you struggled to take his cock fully.

His shaft was thick, long, and impossibly girthy, stretching you wide as you sat atop him, trembling with effort. Your thighs quivered, muscles burning with the exertion of trying to ride him properly. Yet, no matter how hard you tried, only half of his cock slid into your swollen, dripping pussy. The pressure of him inside you was overwhelming, filling you in ways that left you gasping for breath, your nails digging into his chest for balance.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” His deep, gravelly voice carried a mocking edge. “I thought shinigami were supposed to be tough. But here you are, barely managing to take half of me.”

You whimpered in response, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. “I’m trying!” you snapped, your voice breathy and weak as you attempted to move again, rolling your hips in slow, tentative circles.

“Tch.” Grimmjow’s lips curled into a feral smirk, his sharp canines catching the dim light, clearly growing impatient by your idea of riding him. “Trying? That’s not good enough.”

Grimmjow’s hands gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh as you straddled his lap, his thick, pulsing cock stretching you inch by inch. The size of him was relentless, and despite your best efforts to ride him, the sheer girth left you struggling, unable to take more than half of him at a time. Each downward motion filled you, stretching you to a point of dizzying intensity. He watched you with that familiar cocky smirk, blue eyes sharp and impatient as he studied the way you squirmed and moaned.

“You’re too damn slow,” he taunted with a growl. “Thought a little shinigami like you would have some guts. Aizen said you were something special. Guess he was wrong if you can’t even ride me properly.”

Your cheeks heated, a mix of frustration and desire flaring within you. You wanted to prove him wrong, to show him you could handle all of him, but the sensation of his cock stretching you was overwhelming, each inch a struggle to take. Every time you tried to push down farther, you found yourself stopping, your body unwilling to take him as deeply as he wanted.

“Y–you’re too damn big,” you managed, gasping as his hands tightened on your hips, preventing you from moving.

“That’s not an excuse,” he snarled, his fingers moving to grip your wrists, tugging them behind your back. “I didn’t ask if you could handle it. You’re mine, which means you take all of me, however I want.” His eyes gleamed with a feral hunger, his smirk widening as he kept your hands restrained, your body pressed flush against his toned chest. Your breasts were pressed against him, your nipples rubbing against the hardness of his chest with each shallow breath, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

“Guess I’ll have to show you how it’s done,” he growled, sounding impatient and dominant.

Before you could protest, Grimmjow planted his feet firmly on the ground, muscles flexing beneath you as he shifted his position, his cock grinding even deeper inside you. Then, without warning, he bucked his hips upward, slamming himself all the way to the hilt. The sudden, brutal depth of his thrust forced a sharp gasp from your lips, the intensity making your mind spin.

“There we go,” he murmured with satisfaction as he began to move in earnest, his hips pistoning up into you at a punishing pace. The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, each thrust pushing him deeper than the last, his cock stretching you fully as his movements grew faster, rougher. Your juices coated him, making wet, sloppy noises with each impact, your body clinging to him as he drove himself relentlessly into you.

“Grimmjow—ah! T–too much!” Your voice broke as he shifted his angle, hitting that sensitive spot deep within you with every thrust, his cock filling you completely. Each time he pulled back, you felt the emptiness, only for him to fill it again, harder, faster, his breathing growing rough as he focused on nothing but the sensation of you wrapped around him.

“Tch, too much,” he growled, his hands holding you firmly in place, leaving you no choice but to submit to his pace. He relished in the way your body clenched around him, the way you squealed and gasped, his name falling from your lips with every thrust. “You wanted to act like you could handle me, didn’t you? So handle it.”

His words sent a thrill through you, the rough dominance of his tone stoking the fire within. The way he held you captive, your arms pinned behind your back, made you feel utterly vulnerable, completely at his mercy. And he took full advantage of it, his cock pounding into you without restraint, each thrust a reminder of his control over you.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he murmured, voice low and husky as he watched the way your body responded to him, your pussy clenching around him with every stroke. “All this time in Las Noches, and I never thought a little shinigami like you would be so perfect for me.”

The words made your cheeks flush, but any response was lost in the intensity of his thrusts. His cock hit that sweet spot inside you with every movement, the pleasure building within you, coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable. He could sense it too, his smirk widening as he noticed the way your body tensed, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Listen to that,” he muttered, his sharp grin widening. “You’re fucking dripping all over me. Can’t get enough, can you?”

Your answer came in the form of a choked moan as he angled his hips, hitting a spot inside you that made your vision blur. The obscenely, wet, squelching sounds, distant in the back of your mind. The pleasure was overwhelming, your body trembling as his relentless thrusts sent you hurtling toward the edge.

“Grimmjow—” you whimper broken and raspy.

“Yeah, that’s right. Say my name,” he growled and his grip tightening on your wrists. His pace quickened, each thrust harder and faster than the last. “Let me hear those pretty little sounds you make when I’m buried inside you.”

You couldn’t stop the cries and squeals spilling from your lips, the pleasure too intense to contain. Your nails dug into your palms as your body arched against him, your back bowing with each powerful thrust. He was merciless, driving into you with a feral intensity that left no room for anything but the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.

“Goddamn,” he snarled against your ear. “You’re so fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing me every time you cum.”

Your body betrayed you, another orgasm crashing over you as his words sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly. Your walls clenched around him, milking his cock as he fucked you through your climax, refusing to slow down.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Keep cumming on my cock. I’m not stopping until you’re fucking ruined for anyone else.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued his brutal pace, each thrust sending a new wave of pleasure coursing through your trembling body. You were helpless against him, pinned beneath his strength and overwhelmed by the sheer force of his dominance.

“Grimmjow, please,” you whimpered, barely audible over the wet, sloppy sounds of his cock pounding into you.

“Please, what?” he sneered, mocking you as he drove deeper, grinding his hips against yours with each thrust. “You begged for this, remember? Told me you wanted my cock. So take it.”

You could only whimper in response, your body trembling as another orgasm ripped through you, leaving you gasping for breath. Your pussy clenched around him again, and Grimmjow groaned, his hips stuttering for just a moment before he redoubled his efforts, pounding into you with renewed vigour.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered possessively. “I could do this all day. Keep you here, pinned against me, dripping with my cum.”

The thought sent a fresh wave of heat surging through you, and Grimmjow chuckled darkly, clearly sensing your reaction. His cock twitched inside you, thick and pulsing as he drove himself even deeper, the wet, messy sounds of your union growing louder with each thrust.

“You like that, don’t you?” he teased, his sharp grin widening. “The thought of me fucking you so hard, you can’t even think straight.”

“Yes…yes…please, Grimmjow—ah!” Your voice broke into a desperate moan as he thrust particularly deep, forcing a shudder through you. The sound of his hand colliding with your ass cheek followed, reverberating loudly off the walls. Your body tensed, the pleasure cresting as he drove you over the edge, the intense release crashing through you.

But Grimmjow didn’t stop. He held you tight, his pace unwavering as he fucked you through your orgasm, the relentless rhythm making you gasp and squirm as the pleasure turned almost overwhelming. Each thrust sent fresh waves of sensation through your already sensitive body, his cock filling you completely with each powerful stroke.

“Don’t think we’re done just because you came,” he growled with a possessive gleam in his eyes as he continued to pound into you, unrelenting. “I want to feel you cum around me over and over until you can’t take it anymore.”

Your breaths came in shallow pants, each thrust driving you closer to another peak, your body helpless under his control. The pleasure was overwhelming, each movement of his cock sending fresh jolts through you, your body clinging to him as he forced you to take him fully, deeply, again and again.

“You’re mine,” he muttered, his grip on your wrists tightening as he thrust deeper, his cock reaching places within you that left you trembling. “All mine and I’m not letting you go until I’m finished with you.”

“Grimmjow…I…can’t…” Your voice was a desperate whisper, but he paid it no mind, his hips moving with a brutal intensity as he continued to drive himself into you, his pace never faltering. The sheer force of his thrusts left you breathless, your body writhing in his grasp as he claimed you over and over, each thrust filling you with a possessive hunger that left you yearning for more.

“I don’t care,” he replied roughly. “You’re going to take it, every inch, every last bit of me until you can’t even think straight.”

Your body obeyed, surrendering to his will, each movement of his cock pushing you closer to the edge once more. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, each thrust sending shivers through you as he drove you over the brink, the intensity of your orgasm wracking your body as he continued to fuck you, relentlessly.

“Good girl,” he purred in a low, satisfied growl as he felt you tighten around him, your release adding to the slickness that coated him. “You’re mine, and I’m not done yet.”

His pace increased, his hips slamming into you with a ferocity that left you gasping, your body trembling as he took you to the edge again and again, each release mixing into the next. His cock filled you completely, each movement leaving you breathless, your body clinging to him as he drove you to new heights, his grip unyielding.

The pleasure was overwhelming, his cock filling every inch of you as he fucked you with a rough, possessive hunger. And as the sensations built within you, you felt yourself surrender completely, your body and mind both lost to the intensity of his dominance.

With a guttural growl, Grimmjow came. His thick, hot cum flooding your pussy in violent, pulsing waves. The sheer volume of his cum was overwhelming, spilling out around his cock and dripping down your thighs as he held you tightly against him, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck,” he muttered satisfied. “You’re a mess, sweetheart.”

He made no sign of moving, his cock still buried deep inside you as his cum continued to spill out, mixing with your own juices and creating a sticky, wet mess between you both. His grip on your wrists loosened, and he let your arms fall to your sides as he leaned back, his hands trailing down to rest on your ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Fuck Grimmjow…” you groaned in a desperate plea, but he merely smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he watched you. “You’re such a beast.”

“I know, sweetheart. But you’re not done until I say you are,” he roughly whispered as he slowly thrust his hips upwards, driving himself into you. “So you better get comfortable.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @edensrose

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It was really fun sending you requests. Take all the time you need. Hope you're doing well!

Will do. It was much fun receiving all the requests as well, so I’ll be taking my time and enjoying the writing process >.<

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I love you so much you’re amazing!

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「 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 」

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Bleach men x fem!reader

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, fem!reader, edging (fem receiving), teasing, brat taming

➳❥ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 450

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Acting up always had it’s consequences. And lucky for you, your lover has the best method for dealing with it.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

There’s just something predatory about the way he grins when he knows you’re right where he wanted you from the very start. The soft sighs and mewls that escape your lips, the flutter of your lids before the whites of your eyes show or how your body trembles uncontrollably at the rise in pressure.

The gentle and rhythmic pat–pat of his balls smacking your ass as he buried himself deeper with each thrust until he could go no further. The painfully delicious curve of his tip brushing against your sweet spot and forcing your rivers of cream to flow endlessly; he had you good, and it was only a matter of time before your nails curled into his bicep and your voice echoed pleas.

“Babe…too much. Too deep—” your voice would be cut off by the pressure of his fat tip rubbing circles against your sweet spot, making your head spin. Seductively, he would gyrate his hips to stretch you open, loving the small shivers as you attempt to clamp around his cock—anything to enjoy the kiss of his veins sliding through your gummy walls as he stretched you open painfully. How different from your words?

Looking up at him with tears in your lashes, you frowned at the new tempo he inconsiderably set. “B-baby…please, don’t tease.” But that was all he needed to hear to understand you were right where you belonged. Right where he wanted you.

Lips gripping his cock and showing evidence of wanting to suck him back in, milking the very essence of his cock. Squeezing and clenching erratically and shooting tiny kisses in the form of heartbeats all over his delicious length. Your words and actions were a form of sorcery he had yet to discover the more his cock dragged in and out slowly, covered in the perfect foam of cream. He could spilt you open on his cock all day just to listen to your cries and watch as your body did the opposite.

Pushing your legs further over your head and forcing you into a deeper mating press, you were commanded to lie there and take his torture. The sinful and diabolical articulation of his hips rolling to knock the air out your chest all with a single move—rubbing his fat tip against your cervix. “Gonna cum for me, pretty girl. Gonna make a mess all over my cock?”

His enigmatic, hazy expression roaming your fucked out and weary face prompted him to choke on a snort. All that loud–mouthing earlier and now look at you. Drunk off his cock and cum, begging for more. How pathetic and needy.

“Now let me hear all that you were saying earlier?” He had you right where you belonged.

— Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Bazz-B, Shunsui, Kisuke, Byakuya, Gin, Aizen, Shinji, Ichigo, Grimmjow

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @edensrose

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List of Requests

26/01/2025

As promised, here is a list of the requests I accepted. As for the Queue (pinned post), it will be updated as the months go by, so don’t be alarmed if you don’t see your request in the Queue. It’s most likely scheduled for posting in another month.

Fics (5)

Shuhei Hisagi x fem!reader – anon (smut)

Jugram Haschwalth x reader – @eruwinh (Bodyguard AU)

Ulquiorra x fem!reader – @stygianoir (smut)

Izuru Kira x reader – @whitefoxfiction

Hitsugaya Toshiro x reader – anon (heavy angst)

Group Headcanons (19)

Grimmjow, Aizen, Kisuke Saving You During A Fight

Soulmate AU for Jugram, Aizen and Uryu

Kira, Byakuya and Jugram’s Ideal Type

When Jugram, Byakuya, Ryuken and Jushiro Took Aphrodisiacs (smut)

When you swap bodies with Unohana, Gin, Aizen and Byakuya

When you break up with Ichigo, Byakuya, Kisuke, Shinji, Renji and it's their fault

When You Escape Zaraki, Grimmjow, Bazz-B (yandere)

When Uryu, Toshiro, Hisagi, Kira and Ichigo Get Jealous

Toshiro, Shinji, Hisagi and Uryu dealing with a yandere reader

Shinji, Kisuke, Shunsui, Byakuya and Uryu yandere headcanons – 💫 anon

Byakuya, Shinji, Jushiro and Shunsui with an insecure reader

Unohana, Ichigo, Uryu and Renji with an insecure reader

When you get sick and they care for you Shunsui, Hisagi, Urahara, Shinji and Byakuya – @cactimorada

Hisagi, Shinji and Ichigo dating Kenpachi's daughter

Reuniting with Ryuken, Shunsui, Jushiro and Shinji after a long mission (smut)

Uryu, Ichigo and Jushiro with a reader who has trust issues

Renji, Aizen, Grimmjow dating a nonchalant reader - @ryu-things

Aizen, Ichigo, Toshiro, Shunsui and Kisuke for when someone hurts you/makes you cry

Aizen, Hisagi, Ichigo and Kyoraku dating a sassy reader

Headcanons (15)

Urahara Kisuke Dating A Human Without Powers

Yhwach SFW and NSFW Headcanons – @akira-yoshida

Being Kyoraku Shunsui’s Daughter

Ishida Uryu NSFW Alphabet

Aizen Meeting a reader who doesn’t fall for his tricks

Aizen Dating A Thick Reader

Having Your First Kiss With Aizen

Aizen Having A Sister

Aizen SFW and NSFW Headcanons

Bazz-B NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

Ichigo as your husband

Alpha!Ichigo with an Omega reader

Ichigo dating Urahara Kisuke’s daughter – @hellaarknight

Omega Grimmjow with a submissive Alpha reader

Grimmjow, Starrk and Ulquiorra SFW and NSFW Headcanons

NB: Due to some requests being repeated, and others similar, I combined the requests into one instead of separating them. So if you see a request that is similar to what you sent in, most likely it was combined.

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⊰ Jugram’s SFW and NSFW Headcanons

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HOLY SHIT!!!!

The Jugram Headcanons???????

PERFECT!!!! The whole thing was not just a masterpiece but an experience!!! 😭😭

You really understand him very well!!!

His vocality???? GOSHHHH I'M A BLUSHING MESS 🙈🙈🙈

He definitely has a breeding kink. I always pictured him as "traditional".

YOU ARE SO TALENTED!!! 💕💕

I rarely see Jugram fics...so such a well written one made me so happy!!!

Thank you so much bby 🙈💜

I just had to go all out for him. I needed everyone to see him in detail (breeding kink and all), and I’m so glad I did 😌. And I’m glad that you liked what I wrote for him 🥺. I. LOVE. THAT. MAN, he needs more content.

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Requests are Closed

24/01/2025

Thank you all for participating. I’ll post an overall list of the accepted requests soon.

— Mina 💜

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𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: (1) Can I ask for relationship hcs for Jugram?(If it really possible? Lollol) And NSFW too, if u dont mind :)This boy need more love in this fandom :c (2) Can you please write sfw and nsfw headcanons for jugram, yhwach (separately) x fem reader? Thanks ❤️❤️

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Yhwach headcanons will be in a separate post, anon, since I wrote so much for Jugram. I really hope you all enjoy this and aren’t overwhelmed by the length, because I tend to be thorough for these types of content, and I also wanted to write a lot for him (he’s my fav). I also sectioned of the SFW from the NSFW for those who just wanna read the SFW.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: I tried to make this entirely GN reader, but got sidetracked in the NSFW section, so fem!reader in the NSFW section, very long, possessiveness, talks of hard and soft dom!Jugram, oral (giving & receiving), rough & soft sex, sub!reader, marking (spanking & creampies), hair pulling, pet names, fingering, aftercare

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: SFW and NSFW headcanons for being in a relationship with Jugram Haschwalth

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

「 ✦ SFW Headcanons ✦ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t perfect when it came to dating you. At first, he made it appear out of duty rather than emotions and connections, so it was a bumpy start. Juggling you, his duty to Yhwach and his friendship was an imbalance in the beginning. He struggled to separate his time for each of you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Dating Jugram is not an easy task because you have to be prepared to have most of your time with him fragmented, because of his dedication and loyalty to Yhwach. A date you two planned might be interrupted by the sudden request of his presence or helping him de-stress would be interrupted by him needing to sort out some arising matters.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once joked about how Yhwach might be jealous of you stealing away his right-hand man and having him devoted to another, which made him momentarily smile. He doesn’t admit it much, but you make him feel alive and help add colour to the mechanical aspect of his life.

˚₊‧꒰ა You must be prepared to receive his form of words of affirmation. They’re not over-the-top, or flowery. Instead, they are rather curt and straightforward. His compliments and adoration surround your duties and how good you are to him. “You were excellent today on the field,” he’ll mention softly, or on softer days, “You’ve ruined me, you know?”

˚₊‧꒰ა There are moments when you can manage to catch him in a slight sentimental drift, and many tender words come tumbling out. Preferably during a stressful period when Yhwach came down harsher than usual, or he had a burnout—he would hold you tighter as though you were his lifeline. “This feels nice. Thank you,” he whispers into your stomach as he holds you.

˚₊‧꒰ა It’s an odd, yet comforting and understanding gesture you had come to learn about him. Given his childhood and upbringing, physical affections weren’t something Jugram relied on or received in a comforting manner. It left him touch-starved with a bitter taste in his mouth. Hesitant to approach the act even though he desired to.

˚₊‧꒰ა So when you came into the picture and started showering him with physical affection, he treated you with feline behaviour, seeking distance because it was overwhelming and not within his stoic mannerism to be so physical. But when he did come around, you’d get those moments when he would cling to you as though you were about to vanish.

˚₊‧꒰ა All his touches are reserved for closed doors, minus brushing your hair out your face, placing a hand on your lower back or brushing his hand against yours. He found it odd how much he craved your warmth and safety. You were his safe haven.

˚₊‧꒰ა Falls asleep in your arms after a long day of duties and overseeing the Empire for Yhwach. At first, he used to tense when you ran your fingers through his hair. Now, he melts under your touch as it lulls him to sleep. Your arms have become a frequent place for him to disassociate from the world.

˚₊‧꒰ა Speaking of hair. You once asked him for his hair routine, and he calmly stated that he had none and that his hair was naturally silky and majestic. You had never been so bummed out in your entire life. However, it doesn’t stop you from offering to wash his hair or combing it after a long day.

˚₊‧꒰ა You’re the only person who can convince him—through dire persuasion—to allow you to style his hair during your private moments behind closed doors. But you’re not getting to put bows and clips in his hair. He’ll let you put some braids in since he’s from a time when braids were a common practice and a form of affection, even let you wash his hair (scratch his scalp and he might pur).

˚₊‧꒰ა Though, he would request that you keep your affections quieter in public settings since he had his professional image to upon and Yhwach was always observing. He didn’t need his King questioning why you were clingy and could not control yourself.

˚₊‧꒰ა Getting Jugram to whisper those three little words was perhaps a roller coaster ride. To him, his acts of service and words of affirmation should be enough to let you know that he loved you. Why do you need him to vocalise it?

˚₊‧꒰ა A trip to one of the female Sternritters or Bazz would let him know that it was important to say nonetheless. And that’s how you got Jugram to whisper, “I love you,” in the most heartfelt and tender tone as he held you closely. Still, it’s not all the time he says it.

˚₊‧꒰ა Expect to hear it if you get injured and he nearly loses you, after a sentimental moment filled with reassurance, or when you shower him in kisses and whisper the words until he mutters them with a tender smile.

˚₊‧꒰ა As an individual who is focused on displaying his devotion through his loyalty and service, the same will be done towards you. Silently draping his cloak over you when he notices you forgot yours or were chill, sending up fresh tea or breakfast each morning because he knows you’re too stubborn to eat properly, helping you ascend through the ranks.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jugram cares more than he likes to admit, believing that his actions were enough to convince you of his affection and devotion towards him. In the beginning, your relationship would be rough since he treated it like a duty similar to serving Yhwach. You had to be patient when it came to teaching him the proper ropes of relationship etiquette, so he could excel.

˚₊‧꒰ა Overprotective to some degree. The world is already cruel to Quincies, he doesn’t need to lose someone he considers important to the horrors of this world. Hence, his reason for excluding you from certain fieldwork or tagging along for extra security when he can. If not, he would pair you with someone he considered capable, though he never once saw anyone worthy of protecting you besides himself.

˚₊‧꒰ა His protectiveness does become overbearing because he treats you like glass as if you didn’t have the capability to dismantle the second-strongest Quincy with a few sweet words and hugs. It does lead to arguments which results in getting nowhere due to his stagnation. However, for your sake, as much as he wouldn’t outrightly admit, he would ease up on certain protective measures.

˚₊‧꒰ა Gifts will be given and that’s one time Jugram will not hold back, nor will he accept you informing him that he was doing too much. It’s his way of expressing his love and devotion—by wanting the person he’s with to have all that they need and want to make living comfortable. “Is there anything else you wish for, liebchen?”

˚₊‧꒰ა It is also his way of apologising if he did something. However, he would take a trip to Bazz, Askin or Bambietta for a bit of advice on what he could do to make it up to you, without revealing your relationship details.

˚₊‧꒰ა On that note—incredibly private on any topic involving your relationship and hate when something speaks about you. He would stand nearby, straining his ears to overhear the conversation, and should it be negative, whoever it was, would be removed from office before the day was over. “You’ve exercised your ability to be insolent for quite some time—today that ends.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t like when you talk negatively about yourself because what do you mean you don’t see yourself as capable or strong or worthy? Hello?! In his mind, the fact that you were able to convince him that you were the best person to be with and managed to bag yourself a complex man like him, was an accomplishment by itself. You should be praising yourself, highly.

˚₊‧꒰ა He would be awkward on the emotional spectrum of consoling you. He would sit there, staring at you and wondering what exactly he should do. Say something? Hold you? Give you space? Sit and wait till you were done? Call for help? His words, when he does find the right thing to say, will carry notes of warmth and appreciation. “Please do not cry, schatz. It hurts me to see you this broken—you are one of the strongest people I know.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He would nestle you in bed, draping a ton of blankets over you and demanding that you remain stationed since you were in no condition to perform your duties. Would send the servants to fetch you food and tea, and well…you might be lucky to have him feed you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Stepping aside from that, you have Jugram who grows weak and flustered whenever he sees you in his clothes. Be it his uniform or his clothes, it doesn’t matter if it’s fitted or loose, he grows weakened at the sight. His hands would curl into fists at his sides as he fights to restrain himself from holding you. “You look…—It would appear that my clothes suit you better than me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Reassurances. On his end that is. You need to let this man know that he’s enough and important. Let him know how much you adore and need him, he is loved and appreciated. He’ll fumble—stunned at the emotional display of words being directed towards him but appreciated them.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, onto kissing him. The first time he experienced what a kiss felt like, he would not admit it—he melted on the inside and couldn’t shake the feeling of your lips on his. From that day on, kissing you has become one of his favourite forms of physical affection. Be it to his forehead, the crown of his head, your hand or wrist, your cheek, neck or lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა There’s something about you kissing him goodbye or good morning that helps to make his day a little brighter. It’s like a good luck charm that unconventionally chases away the stormy clouds.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kissing him easily ventures into an erratic interaction if one of you doesn’t break apart. His lips will remain glued to your skin and wander, while his grip on you tightens, his body pressing firmly against yours. He becomes a little more vocal during this moment, his terms of expressions confidently flowing from his mouth. “You drive me crazy, you know that? I could keep you here with me all day—you’re mine.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ah yes, how could I have forgotten. His possessive streak. You cannot tell me that this man is not naturally possessive and jealous. Like why do you need to be close to others when you have me? Why do you need someone else to train you? I’m here. Where are you going without me? Why was that person flirting with what’s mine? “You’re mine, don’t forget that, or I’ll have to remind you and everyone else.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to ensuring that you and others remember who you belong to, Jugram transforms into a calculating, dominant individual (as if he isn’t). He wouldn’t be heavily affectionate and whatnot, but he will hover and remain glued at your side, and use terms of endearment a lot more, like ‘Schatz, engel, liebchen, liebe lien and so forth.’

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll whisper against your lips after a hungry kiss, “You’re mine. Don’t forget that, or I’ll have to remind you.” His way of saying that you’re his, while it is possessive, he says it with the hidden meaning of ‘Don’t leave me, you’re all I have,’ since you are regarded as the (second) most precious person to him. You gotta fight against Yhwach for first place.

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˚₊‧꒰ა First and foremost, his cock is pretty (if y’all didn’t know that). It’s pretty just like him—long, thick and girthy. And his stamina is insanely otherworldly. He could edge himself for a long while, all for the sake of ensuring you come first, and to display his dominance.

˚₊‧꒰ა He is a service top. This man’s entire life is built around being devoted and serving, you cannot tell me that while he retains his dominance, he is willing to showcase his ability to care and provide through being a thorough lover—listening to your needs and desires and giving, while incorporating his touch.

˚₊‧꒰ა He thrives off knowing that your pleasure is taken care of and you are satisfied. But it doesn’t mean that he isn’t willing to accept reciprocity. On his days when he’s stressed or requires reassurance, you just gotta push him down in his chair or bed and get to work. He’ll be gripping the sheets or you for life.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, with his service top complex, he is a dominant, somewhere in between a hard and soft dom. Being submissive isn’t something you would get from him, but Jugram will allow you a moment to show your devotion by relaxing and letting you do your thing. He’s still holding onto the reigns.

˚₊‧꒰ა So, with his possessive streak, he enjoys body worshipping and leaving his mark all over you, in discreet places, of course. His mouth is attached to your skin throughout the entire session. If he’s not whispering in your ear, he’s biting or kissing your skin. Or his hands are gripping you tightly to leave a few bruises. And, uh, he secretly enjoys it when you leave scratches down his back.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once saw him looking at his back in the mirror one morning after a rough night, his fingers tracing the red lines he could reach with a small smile on his face. He likes the idea of having a mark that represents you, on him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, speaking of marking. Jugram has a thing (his possessiveness) for filling you up to the brim and no, he doesn’t agree to make a mess. It’s either swallowing (if you’re into it) or he empties himself inside you, and he prefers the latter a lot more due to his mild breeding kink. It’s not to get you pregnant, but he enjoys the idea of you being thoroughly marked through this method.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll calmly push his cum back into your pussy if it was spilling out, murmuring about how pretty it looked in you, and this leads to him fingering you into another orgasm. He also enjoys watching his handprints all over your ass after he spanks you.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he’s being a hard dom, you can expect it to showcase during times of high stress or you’ve riled him up. He’s rougher and will have you pinned under him for hours, leaving you incapacitated when finished. He’ll take you from behind, pulling your hair to sink you into a deeper arch while leaving handprints all over your ass as he whispers his filth. “Look at how well you take me. Just like that, liebchen. Squeeze me tighter.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a simple guy when it comes to positions, sticking to missionary, face down ass up, cowgirl, bent of his desk and taking you against the wall. As for where he takes you, mainly resides behind closed doors—you aren’t getting him to take you in public. In the bedroom or in his office for the most public of places.

˚₊‧꒰ა His patience is unnerving. The way you could tease and taunt this man the entire mission, even if it takes days to complete, he will retain his composure UNTIL you return to Silbern. Then it’s his game, and you are to do as he commands otherwise, punishment.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jugram’s usual form of punishment, when you misbehave, would focus on spanking, overstimulation, edging and orgasm denial. He loves to hear you beg and sound needy and desperate for him—fuels his pride to know you want him so badly. He’ll use this opportunity to have you on your knees and show him just how much you crave him—suck his dick.

˚₊‧꒰ა I’m serious. He really enjoys it when you suck him off—when you struggle to take all of him yet determined to continue pleasing. It makes him smile as he guides your mouth along his cock. “Such a good girl. You’re doing so well.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ugh, the way he speaks to you during sex is heavenly. The things he says make you question where this vocality was hiding. “You were made for me, every inch of you belongs to my will,” “I can’t get enough of you,” “Look at me—let me see how crazy I drive you,” “Do you feel that? How consumed you are by me?” “You know exactly what you do to me, and you like it, don’t you?” “Say my name. Say who you belong to.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He loves to whisper and remind you that you belong to him. Whether you’ve done something that requires him to put you in your place or a passionate moment—he’ll always tell you that you’re his and never forget that.

˚₊‧꒰ა  Underneath this shell of his, Jugram also has his softer dom side which is displayed more often whenever you two have sex on the regular. His soft dom side is filled with him expressing his reverence, like a sentimental moment, a little session before you sleep or you returned from fieldwork alive. Along the lines of that.

˚₊‧꒰ა His lips are attached to you most of the time, his forehead against yours and looking into your eyes. There’s not an inch of space between your bodies due to the way he’s moulded himself against yours. A little more vocal in terms of moaning, and fewer words since he’s deep into the moment, trying to connect with your soul.

˚₊‧꒰ა Eye contact is a serious thing for him. Whether his face is buried between your thighs, you’re going down on him or either of you are on top, he wants to maintain some level of eye contact.

˚₊‧꒰ა During his softer side, he’ll have you face him a lot more and will also allow you to ride him without attempting to manhandle you under him. However, the grip on your waist and hips is a silent reminder that he is still in control.

˚₊‧꒰ა Ah, yes. Pet names. I know I’ve mentioned terms of endearment he would address you by, but during sex, he’ll call you a ‘good girl,’ ‘princess,’ ‘darling,’ ‘sweetheart,’ in his sultry voice. Especially when he’s moaning in your ear or sweet-talking and praising you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jugram really loves it when you moan his name. It doesn’t matter how. Be it sweetly, raspy, broken, squealing, whining, pathetically—he loves the way his name rolls off your tongue. A reason why he indulges in eating you out, just to watch you lose composure as you struggle to catch your breath and speak his name.

˚₊‧꒰ა I might not have mentioned it, but Jugram loves the way you taste. The act of eating you out is something he views as him venturing into losing control. Like, he knows he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself after getting a taste. He gets so lost in your taste, that he can’t believe you’re this heavenly and capable of making him lose his composure.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s not going to tell you this, but during the session when you take the lead, mainly because of him being stressed or needing reassurance. When you praise him, letting him know how good of a lover he is, how he takes good care of you and how important he is to you and the empire—he loves it. Makes him feel good.

˚₊‧꒰ა Just praise this man more often. He praises Yhwach far too much, that he deserves his moment for being front and centre.

˚₊‧꒰ა This one doesn’t matter whether or not he’s in hard or soft dom mode: wear lingerie for him and watch as he slowly cracks, especially if it’s his favourite colour. He has a preference for babydoll dresses, but honestly, just wear lingerie or even his clothes if you want to drive him up a wall.

˚₊‧꒰ა Whisper in his ear how much you want him, run your hands all over his chest, rake your fingers through his hair. Congratulations, you have a composed man who lost his control and has become unhinged. If you’re in his office, you’re getting bent over his desk, if in the bedroom, then pinned under him in some position.

˚₊‧꒰ა Not a fan of quickies since he isn’t allowed to have you the way he would like, however, he would oblige if he has the time for them, due to your persuasive methods. A quickie in the shower is one he wouldn’t have an issue with.

˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t matter whether hard or soft dom, aftercare is important to him. Jugram will clean you up, get you a glass of water and massage what areas he can while asking how you’re feeling. His favourite aftermath is mostly pillow talk, as you two are lying in each other’s arms, your body still trembling from the intensity because he’s a thorough lover. He’ll press a kiss to your hair and whisper, “You did well. I love you.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @edensrose

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Notice

22/01/2025

Hi everyone, a little quick announcement. I’ll be closing my requests on Friday 24th January at noon (GMT-4/AST). So if there’s anyone who still wants to send in a request, be it your first time or third, you have time. And kindly check out my Character List before requesting. I noticed a few people sending in requests with characters I do not write for 😔. So ensure the characters you want content for are the characters I currently write for, please and thank you.

— Mina 💜

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You never heard Burn the Witch? Bleach & Burn the Witch are same universe.

I heard the name before, but I don’t know anything about it, and wasn’t aware that both were set in the same universe. But thanks for telling me, now I know better 😅