#MUSE::Ururu

[uraharashouten]

How Would The Fandom Treat You?

Smol bean *///*

Ahaha oh no you got the worst option. Okay lemme reemphasize, this test is about how the fandom SEES you, not how you actually are. But you're probably cutesy, most likely have anxiety or depression, and you're gay. They're gonna be calling you a kawaii smol bean cinnamon roll owo and drawing you in flower crowns. Im, so sorry.

"...but I grew up? hhhhhh"

Tagged by: @crashingheavens

Tagging: @orphanedshadow and all OCs who see this! Because y'all deserve to be abused by fandom too. 😆

[uraharashouten]

Ururu stared with large, bemused eyes at the change of wardrobe. She hadn't minded Andi's minimalist garb, really; it seemed an entirely practical choice, given the heat. It mattered little to her, considering the company in which she'd been raised, but modesty seemed important to other people, especially Americans. They were weird about nudity.

"Oh." Money... she tended to forget about that. There always seemed to be enough somehow; Kisuke made sure of that, even if she wasn't living under his roof anymore. But Andi had already moved on to ice powers. "There's Toushirou-san," she answered, "but he only stops by occasionally, whenever he's looking for the latest Gundam model. I don't think he's interested in being anyone's personal ice machine. And then there's Rukia... who's really more of a heat sink, technically, but that'd work just as well if she were interested in helping out. Still, it's only a temporary solution, because it's not like these people aren't both captains with day jobs." She stops to consider. "You know, Hard-Off might have a secondhand portable AC for cheaper," she suggests. "Or if they don't, I'm sure there are online stores that do."

She pauses, gazing sympathetically at Andi. "You really don't have to wear the hoodie," she asserts blatantly. "I get why, but... do you have a tank top or something?"

Ururu was a lifesaver with the frozen treats, an Angel in this hellish heat. Andi's hellmark could protect her from incineration, but apparently it couldn't protect her from high UV rays or the humidity. Andi's own popsicle choice being a grape flavored one, it matched her hair.

She tossed her hoodie on, even if this wasn't the right weather for one, she was feeling rather underdressed when compared to her company. "I could only afford the fan, I thought about a portable AC unit, but I don't exactly got enough cash for one." Hopping universes and being strapped for cash made things difficult at the currency exchange. "Wait, so you know people with ice powers? Cause honestly, I prefer winter and fall to all this sun and heat."

[my-my-my]

KINKMAS DAY 2 (AKA KINKTOBER DAY 14) - Humiliation: Kisuke Urahara x Female Reader

Summary: It’s been centuries since Kisuke had a crush, and it had to be on a random customer. Crushes were irrational, but dealing with them by some “light” stalking and “deceptive” business practices, are totally logically, right?

TW: MDNI! Deception, cyber stalking, slight humiliation, more like reader is embarrassed around Kisuke since they both mutually have a crush on each other. Rope play, oral sex (male and female receiving), face fucking, anal fingering, use of pet names and dirty talk.

Word count: 3716

Read on AO3 here.

Kisuke stared at the blinking light on his phone, exhaling the smoke from his pipe as he looked back into the night sky. The moon shone brightly on Urahara Shoten, and in the distance, partygoers, night owls and everyone in between, were enjoying themselves. Normally, Kisuke would persuade Tessai, Jinta and Ururu to coax bystanders for some late-night shopping, but Kisuke was preoccupied tonight, as he watched the blinking light move around on the map.

He was distracted. He was anxious. He was confused.

The logical side that Kisuke operated on almost 99.9% of the time knew that this was a crush. A simple, childish crush on a random customer.

He found himself thinking of all the possibilities of having you visit his store again. Of hearing your voice, of seeing you smile and laugh. Kisuke could effortlessly lay plans, miniscule in size, but pushing you into a domino effect leading back to him.

But his feelings for you made him restless.

It left him uncomfortable.

He easily laughed and flirted with you at the store. Yet you were so kind and took him stride. Your gaze was gentle as you listened to him earnestly. Kisuke was always one for pranks, and yet… he felt nervous. His cheeks would be tinted pink as you listened to him try to tease you, and you politely following along. How you would ask him questions about the various Shinigami items, not knowing their true value. How your eyes lit up at what he shared. You were curious, kind and gentle.

Kisuke exhaled more smoke from his pipe. You were so different from him, yet so alike in wanting to know and understand the world around you.

This anxiety reminded him of when he first became captain. The side-stepping and uncertainty of how he stood as a captain of a squad, and the fallout that came from the Vizard incident. It left Kisuke perplexed.

Although… that wasn’t quite true. The discomfort he was feeling wasn’t quite like that time when he was younger.

Maybe it was the fact he saw you smile at someone else, another mere human. A smile different from the one you gave him. In a bizarre twist of fate, seeing you chatting with another man at a café. You were laughing, touching the stranger’s arm, smiling brightly while Kisuke watched in the distance. Kisuke felt strangely humiliated. Was he not special in your eyes?

But Kisuke was not one to dwell on his feelings. His immediate remedy was to share a bottle of sake with another woman. He charmed his way between her legs, as he watched her bob her head up and down his cock, all the while thinking of you. He wondered if making a gigai of you would solve his problems…

But all of this was foolish Kisuke realized. While he was certain he could make a physical replica of you, your soul was another thing entirely.

And besides, wasn’t the real person better than any gigai? He mused to himself, wondering what perfection and imperfection he would fail to capture if he even attempted making a replica of you.

And now at Urahara Shoten, under the brightly lit moon, Kisuke would anxiously watch the little marker of you creep closer to the shop.

Your first visit to the store was seared into his memory. You took your time to inspect everything, curiosity shining bright in your eyes. You didn’t hesitate to ask him questions, and you were generous in what you had bought. You asked if he had a newsletter or something so you could sign up for “deals and sales” (as if he had any to begin with).

“My, my” Kisuke waved his fan, trying to hide the blush on his face as his eyes drifted to your cleavage. “I do have a newsletter, my dear.” He gave a sweet smile as he conjured a fake piece of paper behind him. “Scan the QR code, and you can input your email for our newsletter.” It was so easy for him to lie; it was second nature really. Yet you didn’t hesitate as you pulled out your phone and scanned the fake code, that let him have access to your email and number.

Of course he didn’t have a newsletter, yet he created one tailored just for you. Of things that would interest you, of things that would make you visit him. You were so ecstatic with everything he offered.

Yet it wasn’t enough. He mused, thinking what that stranger had compared to him, a “mere honest, handsome, perverted businessman.” (To which you had laughed at.)

Kisuke entered his shop and milled around, when the familiar sound of the door charm rang.

“How late do you keep your shop open for, Urahara-san?” You asked as you quietly entered the store. And as if on cue, Kisuke whipped out his fan and fanned himself.

“Friday nights are a good source of customers, my dear.” He teased, his eyes filled with mirth. “I mean you’re here, are you not?”

You laughed, “I suppose that’s true.”

“Were you out tonight?” Kisuke asked casually, but his eyes were focused on you, inspecting your figure as you picked up your favourite candy.

“Sort of, but my plans kind of fell through.” You sighed, your voice despondent. Was that disappointment he heard?

“I’ve been told I’m excellent listener, if you want me to lend an ear.” Kisuke lied, smiling as you looked at him with hesitancy.

“No, it’s ok, Urahara-san. It’s pretty silly, I don’t want to take up your time.” You gave him an apologetic smile, “but thank you for the offer.”

“You won’t be taking any of my time.” Kisuke said, as he came closer to you. You couldn’t help but look away as his presence drew closer. It surprised you by how big he was, so you tried to ignore his growing presence by reading the ingredient list of some random candy box.

“I’ll be closing up shop in a few minutes.” Kisuke said, watching you. Lowering his voice, he whispered, “but I have a bottle of sake we can share, since the night is still young.” He smiled, seeing your eyes widen.

“Oh no, save that for yourself!” You nervously laughed.

“Then how about…” Kisuke paused, tapping his fan to his chin, “you can have any drink and snack here free of charge!” He grinned, as you stared at him in surprise.

“Really? Any?” You exclaimed, then narrowed your eyes, “there’s no hidden cost?”

Kisuke gave a wink, as he ushered you to the back of the store. He had spun kido to the entrance to lock the store for the remainder of the night.

With your favourite drink in hand, you were surprised to see a small table ready with sake and two cups. You felt slightly guilty for rejecting his sake offer, but you weren’t in the mood for alcohol tonight.

It was strange, to be so close to Urahara-san, you thought. He made himself comfortable and poured out his cup of a sake and took a sip, as you took a sip of your own drink. The two of you sat in comfortable silence. He had on his loose fitting samue, his bare chest right in front of your view, and his face remained unshaven, yet the bucket hat was gone. His blonde locks looked unkempt, yet his grey eyes appeared focused and clear.

“So what happened today?” Kisuke said, looking straight into your eyes.

You felt like the room was getting smaller. Was this Kisuke being serious? He looked concerned for you.

And now you felt even guiltier.

“Oh this is so stupid.” You muttered.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Kisuke said, “you can tell me anything.”

“Promise you won’t laugh?” You asked, nervously.

“Your secret is safe with me.” He winked at you again. He’s too handsome… you thought.

Taking a deep breath, you matched his stare, “I was meeting up with someone who I thought had a mutual interest in an activity,” Kisuke raised his eyebrows, as your voice began to waver, “but they had someone else.”

“What was the activity?” Kisuke asked, as he leaned his face closer to your side of the table. You felt your body grow hot and out of nervousness, you gripped on to his table as you tried to steel yourself.

“Iwannabetiedup.” You stammered. Your body felt on fire from what you just shared.

“And they weren’t interested in it?” Kisuke asked, without missing a beat.

“Oh well… they said they were into it, but then they said they met someone else… so I never really tried it with them.” You lowered your gaze, taking a swig from your drink. It wasn’t like there were feelings involved, you tried to rationalize, just two people who had similar interests and need to scratch the same itch. “I guess I’m kind of disappointed.” You sighed, “I was looking forward to it.”

“Were you interested because of them?” Kisuke asked.

You shook your head quickly, “not really.”

“If you’re interested in ropes and being tied…” Kisuke took another sip of sake, smirking at all the ideas he had formulating now. “I can help you with that.”

You spat out your drink, “what?!”

“I said I can help you with that.” He gave you a cheerful smile.

You had never felt this kind of embarrassment before, Urahara-san was a sweet, intelligent shopkeeper.

“…mere honest, handsome, perverted businessman”

Those words rang clear in your head as you snapped back to look at him. Perverted??

Well, yes, you did catch him a few times staring at your chest, or how intensely he would look at you whenever you shopped.

You both sat in silence as you mulled over your thoughts. “Have you done this before?”

“Tying up beautiful women? You’d be the first.” Kisuke teased, grinning wide at you.

“Somehow, I doubt that, but no, I meant using ropes in general.”

Kisuke gave you a gentle smile as he reached out across the table to squeeze your hand, “yes. You can trust me.”

And with that, he escorted you to another area behind his store.

You didn’t expect Urahara Shoten to have such a massive, underground space, yet here you were. The shop was so small on the outside, yet this area was huge. But before you could ask any questions, you entered a room, with a modest sized bed, closet, desk, and lamp.

“Please sit on the bed, my dear.” Kisuke said, leading you towards it. As you sat, you watched him rummage through his closet, where pulled out a brilliant red rope.

Your mind was racing thinking of what was going to happen, so much so that you didn’t hear Kisuke’s question.

He gave you another gentle smile and repeated his question, “do you want to keep your clothes on or off as I tie you up?”

Your mouth became dry and you became nervous again. It had been a while since you were last intimate with someone, and for some reason, you felt self-conscious in front of Urahara-san. When you looked up at him, you immediately noticed the lecherous glint in his eyes.

And without a word, you took off your clothes, avoiding his gaze. You sat nude on his bed, giving him a shy smile.

“Before we start. Let’s have some rules.” Kisuke murmured, cupping your face in the palm of his hand. His thumb ran over your lips as he continued to speak, “I won’t gag you tonight, so think of two words. One to say when you’re hesitant, another to say when you want me to stop.”

You nodded your head, “how about ‘candy’ and ‘rice’?”

Kisuke chuckled, “perfect. How are you feeling now?”

“A bit nervous, but I trust you.”

Kisuke gave you another smile and gently kissed you on the lips. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down on to the bed with you. You passionately kissed him back, but he pulled away.

“I want you to put your arms behind you and spread your legs.” You nodded and complied with his requests. You held your breath in as you felt him secure your arms together, forcing your chest out.

“Can you flex your fingers?” Kisuke asked, as you easily moved your fingers. Your wrists were tied securely, but not to the point of damage.

Kisuke moved down your body, kissing different parts as he placed and secured your body. Your legs were bounded to the corners of the bed, but there was still more rope. Kisuke took the remaining piece and snapped it, inspecting it with great detail, before locking eyes with you. He gave you a mischievous smirk as he made knots to the rope, then tying them between your breasts, with the final piece… your eyes widened as you watched his hand reach down between your legs.

“CANDY!” You shouted, forcing Kisuke to stop.

“What’s wrong?” Embarrassment filled you as Kisuke looked at you with concern.

“I just needed a bit of a breather” you murmured, eyes casting downwards. “Can I have another kiss?” You asked.

Kisuke chuckled, “just a kiss?” watching you avoid his gaze. But he steadied himself between your legs and kissed you deeply on the lips. He slowly pulled away, watching you try to catch your breath. “May I continue?” Kisuke asked, kissing you gently on your forehead.

You took another deep breath, but looked straight at him, “yes.”

Kisuke nodded and firmly held the rope and placed it between your wet folds. His eyes were concentrated, although you swore you briefly saw a flash of appreciation. You whimpered as the red rope rubbed your clit, while Kisuke secured it back to your tied arms.

Kisuke moved away from the bed. You blushed deeply as you saw him gaze at your body with such intensity. He wasn’t appreciating his handiwork, but you. His lust-blown grey eyes were feeding off every inch of your body, and the ropes and bindings amplified your breasts, thighs and ass that drove him mad.

“Urahara-san…” you murmured, flexing your fingers and toes as your body relished at the feeling of being bounded like this.

“Please, call me Kisuke.” He smiled at you fondly.

“Kisuke, can I try something else with you?” You asked, trying to arch your body to get a better look at him.

He gave you a sly smile. “I think I know what it is you want to try.”

You gulped as he began to slide his samue off his shoulders, revealing broad shoulders and chest, and firm abdomen, with hair leading down beneath his pants. You licked your lips as you watched his hand hover the drawstring of his pants, before he undid them, pushing aside his briefs, leaving him as nude as you.

Kisuke grabbed his cock, as he lazily pumped himself, watching you stare at him. You weren’t shy about it at all, with the way your eyes were glazed, licking your lips fervently. He climbed back into bed and straddled your face between his legs, his cock hovering just above your lips.

“This is what you wanted to try, yes?” He asked, amusement filling his voice. You nodded your head and opened your mouth, sucking the tip of his cock with enthusiasm.

Kisuke smiled and patted your hair as you tried to take him deeper. With your arms behind your back, your legs bounded, your upper body strength was limited. Kisuke threaded his fingers in your hair, gently holding your scalp as he guided you further down his length. He let out an appreciative groan, moaning your name as you took him to the base.

Then he pulled you away, watching strands of your saliva link you to his erection. Your breathing was heavy, but you looked up at him with an intense wanton look. Kisuke smirked at the sight, grabbing his cock and gently tapping your face and lips with it.

“Are you a greedy slut for any cock? Or just mine.”

You tried to swipe your tongue on his cock each time it came close to your lips, whining when he would pull it away from you.

“Yours!” You whined again, as you tried to make your body move forward to taste him again.

“So honest,” he laughed, a fiendish smile appearing on his face, “but since you answered honestly, you get a reward.” To which he placed his cock back on your lips, and you happily took him again. You moaned around him as he guided you down his cock again but winced when his grip tightened.

Your eyes rolled as you felt him slam his cock down your throat, fucking you with your face. But without warning, he let go, your head falling back to the bed as he slapped your face with his saliva-covered cock.

Kisuke didn’t say anything as he moved back down your body. He roughly grabbed and massaged your breasts, pinching your nipples before taking turns to suck on each one. His mind already wandered to the kinds of devices he’ll have on hand to clamp them next time.

Kiss after kiss, nip after nip, Kisuke traveled down to your sopping wet pussy. Your juices soaked the rope to a deeper red.

“My, my, you really are a rope slut aren’t you.” Kisuke teased, gently tugging the rope, earning more moans from you. He hooked a finger under the piece of rope to see your slick, dripping cunt. He immediately kissed your clit, lapping at it with fervor. He traced his finger around your wet hole, satisfied with how wet you were. You were crying out his name, bucking your hips, but the ropes provided little relief.

Kisuke stopped his ministrations, as he felt your legs quiver and body tense. Your orgasm was approaching, but he wanted to savour you for longer. He lifted his head and looked down at you. Your body was now covered in bite marks, and deep red markings from where the rope had shifted in place.

You were magnificent, and all his.

“Princess, do you want me to continue?” He asked, as he caressed your saliva and tear covered cheek.

“Yes, please Kisuke.”

He pulled the piece of rope aside from your pussy and lined his cock to your entrance. In one swift thrust, he entered you, moaning your name as you tightened around him.

With heavy-lidded eyes, Kisuke relished the feeling of you around him. You felt so full on the other hand. Although you were soaking wet, your sensitive pussy felt stretched full from his heavy, thick cock. Kisuke shuddered as you tightened again, as he began to slowly roll his hips.

But before you could get used to it, Kisuke stopped and pulled away.

“Kisuke, please!” You begged, confused as to why he stopped so suddenly. His cock was still erect and now covered in your juices. Without so much a word, he moved down to your legs, undoing the bindings. Yet before you could flex and roll your feet, he flipped you over on the bed.

“Keep your legs together, my dear.” Kisuke instructed, to which you obeyed. You felt the rope now wrapped around your ankles as he tied them together, but he also undid the rope slipped between your pussy and ass.

Hovering above you, Kisuke spread your ass cheeks apart, seeing the puckered hole. He would have another device ready for your ass for another time, tonight your pussy was the sole focus of his “research.”

He pushed his cock through your pussy again, earning another moan from you. Kisuke didn’t pause like last time though, he immediately began thrusting in and out of your pussy, his hips snapping against you.

Letting go of your bottom, Kisuke reached forward and grabbed your hair, pulling you back. He smirked as he watched your eyes roll, a small trickle of drool escaping your lips as you moaned his name.

Kisuke’s thrusts were relentless as he quickened his pace. He pushed his body weight on top of you, every so often lifting himself up to spank your bottom. Your mind was in a frenzy, as you felt something play with your clit, while having Kisuke fill your pussy continuously. You were lost to the pleasure, as Kisuke pulled orgasms out of your body as if he knew exactly where to push your limit. You also felt the faint pressure of his thumb near your asshole, but the simultaneous sensations from your clit and his cock clouded your mind.

Kisuke smirked as his thumb pushed its way into your ass, you moaned again. You turned your head to look at him, but Kisuke grabbed your head and pushed you down into the mattress, increasing his thrusts.

Your eyes rolled again as another orgasm ripped through your body. The obscene sound of Kisuke’s cock stuffing your pussy filled your ears, along with his pants and moans. You vaguely felt him shudder, pulling himself out of your sore pussy. You whined at the loss, before you felt hot splatter land on your pussy and ass, and the familiar pressure of his thumb and another finger pushing his cooling cum into your ass and pussy.

Closing your eyes, you felt Kisuke’s hand over your own arms, as the ropes slide off your body. He gently massaged your wrists and ankles, kissing them tenderly. Your body was sore, as your eyes fluttered to stay awake.

“I should…” you murmured, struggling to get up, “go home.”

Kisuke patted your head gently whispering your name softly, “you’re in no shape to go home. You’re staying the night.”

“Too much” you yawned, “trouble for you, Kisuke?”

Kisuke gave you a teasing smile, “no trouble for me.” His hands wandered down your ass, giving them a soft squeeze, “but you can ‘thank’ me in the morning.”

You yawned again, as sleep began to fill your mind, “you really are…” you mumbled, as Kisuke tucked himself next to you, wrapping his arms around your body, “a handsome, perverted businessman.” You murmured into his chest.

“I said I was honest too.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head, but you were already asleep.

Oh well, Kisuke thought. His mind racing at all the other things you two could try together.

Wow, finally. We're nearing the end. Took me 3 months to write 15 chapters, jesus lol.

The chapter title on AO3 is from Desire's song, "Under Your Spell," but I was also listening to Kensuke Ushio's "Supernatural Power" as well while writing the latter half of this chapter.

I struggled with this prompt at first. The original plan for this prompt was WILDLY different. I was originally thinking of humiliation where Kisuke is being humiliated, but my sister and I were talking about this, how do you humiliate someone who is... pretty much shameless? It was hard for me to grasp.

The first draft I wrote for this prompt was something along the lines where Kisuke is a serial cheater on reader. I do plan on posting that one, but more as a one-shot with possibly no smut. I'm still undecided lol.

Thanks for your patience and for reading! The final chapter is AIZEN!!!!!!!

[hirak0s]

"I heard a rumor that you're pregnant," Ururu deadpans.

That's not entirely true. She's just really, really observant. She doesn't live at the Shōten anymore, or she'd probably have noticed sooner.

send a rumour about my muse and they will both react and respond to the rumours' validity.

Had word spread? She hadn't even told anyone about this yet... "M-might be. The word's might be right now." Though all signs were pointing to yes. "Gonna wait til I see Isane 'fore lettin' others know an' all."

[uraharashouten]

She sucked in her breath sharply—it seemed Ururu's gaze had wandered only briefly from the path in front of her, and when it returned, there was Kara, standing in her way. She might have collided awkwardly had she not instantly sensed the Hellish presence and halted... and maybe that wouldn't have been so bad. She returned Kara's small smile with a tiny, shy one of her own.

"That was kind of the idea," she admitted a bit bashfully. "It's not like you have a smartphone and I can just text." Unless she did? Maybe Kisuke could... "Anyway, I wanted to give you these..."

She thrust forward the handful of long-stemmed mushrooms. "And see if you weren't too busy with work to go for a walk with me?"

@uraharashouten asked: Ururu's wandered off the path in the park after dark, clutching a bouquet of enoki mushrooms. "Kagome, kagome," she begins singing, hoping to lure out a certain special someone with the lyrics from the creepy children's game. The bird in the cage, When, oh when will it come out In the night of dawn The crane and turtle slipped Who is behind you now?

"Hell itself." The words would be more ominous, had Kara not been smiling slightly, having appeared from seemingly nowhere in order to block Ururu's way back to the path.

Even if she meant no harm, Hell was in her nature, and Ururu never seemed frightened, no matter what Kara did. So the abomination didn't bother to hide things, simply taking comfort in the fact that she didn't have to pretend.

"You have a lovely voice… unfortunately those tend to lure in us monsters."

[crashingheavens]

@uraharashouten​ said:

if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on and send this to ten of your followers who makes you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better!

---

Digi, I'm using this meme as an excuse to let you know that you make me happy with your chill vibe and good humor, and Kisuke's happy to have a friend in Kuukaku. (And maybe Soi Fon too, but we won't press her on that, eh? xD )  Anyway, you make the Bleach RPC a better place by just being in it.

This was a far cry from anything I had expected to find when I checked Kukaku's inbox but! I am still happy to see it, and, on that, I have to say that I always appreciate seeing you and your merry band of muses on the dash! It's just a joy to see how you bring not just Kisuke but Tessai, Ururu, and Jinta to the board and how you've developed them!

P.S We both know Soifon appreciates Kisuke's company, even if she'd never admit it.

[obsidiennes]

@uraharashouten asked:

"Lisa-san? How do you plan to celebrate your birthday?

“Readin’ mostly. Might order somethin’ real indulgent ta eat. Maybe she’d do something if the others descended upon her office and forced her to...

[midnightactual]

@uraharashouten wrote:

Ururu: “…and if they did matter to the right people, things could be different.”

“Maybe.” Yoruichi felt she understood what was being said, but she didn’t want to talk about that, so she would neither confirm nor deny any such thing. “But there are plenty of feelings which no one can do anything about, feelings which will never change anything any which way, feelings which only get in the way of what needs to be done. One can indulge in them if one wants or needs, but what then?”

[uraharashouten]

"If you're feeling lonely, just remember you're always close to a spider."

[thedarkheretic156]

++++++Random bleach Drabble 2+++++++

I just wanna write about how they would kiss you welp

Day 2 - Kisuke Urahara

"How does that taste?"

Kisuke made a face, "sweet,." he said, "but also weirdly gamy urgh-" He very unattractively spit out another piece of colorful candy. The store was surprisingly empty today afternoon, You and Kisuke had decided to try out the new candy flavors from soul society. With the children and Yoruichi out, it was rare for you to have the place to yourself.

"That tasted so disgusting I need to cleanse my palette." he mewled . You coyly held up a strawberry mochi, but he just clicked his tongue. He crawled forward and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. "That's better."

"Wait that's it?" You complained. Kisuke smiled, "Want more sweetheart?" he teased, but complied just as quickly.

His palm cupped your face. His hand was so big, your face could just fit inside his palm perfectly. He kissed you again, deeply this time. You slipped out a moan as he glided his tongue along your lower lip. The bolt of want shot through your body. So warm.

You felt his breath hitch as you drove forward, trying to make it deeper. But he pulled you away by your shoulders. Eyes glazed under his cap. "Easy now love." He said.

He held up another bright blue piece, "We still have this last one to test." He pressed the candy to your lips. It didn't taste all that bad, sweet and a little sour, but it painted your lips and tongue a bright blue. You gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, leaving behind an inky blue smudge. Kisuke traced it with his thumb and licked it off. "Not bad, but I do like you better."

You laughed and leaned in, kissing the tip of his nose, before settling on his lips. He let out a triumphant sigh against your mouth, fingers finding your lower back. Your forehead pushed against his cap, causing it to slide up. You could feel the warmth of his blush against your face, the tuffs of his blond hair brushing up against your cheek.

He murmured against you mouth, pulling away. You whined a bit, "Kisuke~"

"That needy?" he mused, "People would think I keep you touch starved for days." He picked you up by your waist, moving himself in a more comfortable position against the wall. He moved you so that you were practically in his lap.

His back against the wall, legs spread out far too invitingly. He pulled his stripped hat off, sliding an arm around your waist so you could be pulled into his chest.

“Now~” he sang, “Kiss me properly.”

You grinned, “Who am I to deny you that?” He always kissed you with a hint of a smile pulling the corners of his mouth.

“I TOLD YOU SO!” the door slammed open and you practically threw urahara across the room in an attempt to get away.

Ururu and Jinta raced in, arguing. Yoruichi, clearly bored trailed behind them. Her feline eyes spotted you two and she read the room easily.

Yoruichi’s eyes narrowed, “Did we interrupt something?” She said casually, unable to keep the smile off her face.

“Absolutely nothing.” Kisuke said through noticeably swollen lips. "we were just trying out the new flavors."

"Your lips are blue!" Jinta pointed out, "And they look puffy, maybe they didn't suite you."

"Happens when you get too greedy~" Kisuke said grinning.

Asshat

[uraharashouten]

Ururu's eyes rolled upward as she calculated. "If the average tiny pillow is twenty centimeters square," she concluded, "then you'd need fifty to perfectly tesselate the plane of a twin futon. Five across and ten down." It was a simplistic answer, and she knew it wasn't the only way they could 'reasonably fit,' but it was an answer.

"But as an interior decorating approach, It'd look pretty stupid. Somehow I doubt I'm going to need that many." She shrugged, swiping through baffling fashion bedding choices on her device. "Besides ammunition in a sleepover, what would you use them for?"

@uraharashouten asked for Sealed With A Lead Ki ss:

❛  how  many  tiny  pillows  does  one  girl  need ?  ❜  –Ururu to Yukari

“Ehhh,” Yukari hummed, “What kind of question is that~? Well, as many as a bed can reasonably fit, of course!” Whatever that meant anyway, because she didn’t explain what constituted ‘reasonable’. “They have a lot more practical uses than one might think.”

[deivorous]

@soulxfragments submitted: 🍒  + @uraharashouten

🍒 Positivity Meme 🍒

Oh gosh, I could genuinely write a dissertation on how much I adore Silk.

Silk is one of the most kind, most welcoming, most genuinely engaged people I’ve ever had the privilege to write with. She brings such an intense thoughtfulness to every interaction, and considers every little detail about the muses of her partners. She’s so willing to try out any pathway offered to her, to  and honestly its an amazing skill and positive force on the rpc. It’s a talent that I wish I - and everyone else - could learn to emulate even a little bit.

I’m trying to think back now, and I honestly can’t recall if we started to write with Grimmjow or Tomoe, but either way, Silk immediately made me feel welcome - and returning to Indie now and seeing all the threads Silk is writing, I can tell that she’s continued her habit of greeting new rpers with open arms and an open mind. I would not be where I am today with any of my muses without her, and I’m really grateful that I’ve had the opportunity to write with her for such a long time now (nearly my entire rp career!) and grow my muses alongside hers.

Kisuke is always a character that I’ve been very fond of. For those of you who don’t know me well, I started in the bleach fandom as an SI-OC and GrimmIchi fic writer, and Kisuke has always been a character that’s featured heavily in my writing. I’ll tell you, he is so hard for me to write. He’s complicated and contradictory. And Silk seems to write him with such unerring accuracy, she just embodies him so well and has a deep understanding of his thoughts and motives. I know she works so hard to engage with him and it really shows.

I also have to just take a moment and recognize the fact that she’s picked up writing Tessai, Ururu, and Jinta and I am inordinately fond of the family she’s constructed at Urahara shoten. These are four vastly different muses, and every single one of them feels so alive to me. (Grimm and I are particularly fond of Ururu, even tho he still, just a little bit, wants to kill her.)

Everyone in the RPC is so lucky to be on tumblr at the same time as you are and I am even luckier to call you my friend.

[maddmuses]

A sigh wafted from Shoyo’s nostrils as the girl twisted at petals of a flower she’d picked from a garden nearby earlier in the day. The summer’s heat beat down from the sky, so Shoyo’s clothing were lighter than the shihakusho she usually wore, even when around the shop, being a t-shirt and skirt. Way more breathable than the black raiment typical of a shinigami.

Continuing to fuss with the flower, Shoyo huffed. She didn’t totally understand why her tall mom insisted on these visits to Karakura, though she really enjoyed visiting uncle Kisuke’s shop, the subject always seemed to put her short mom on edge.

When she was younger she liked these visits, especially when she could convince Jinta and Ururu to play with her, but those sorts of things weren’t so interesting to the soul anymore. And as she continued to fiddle with the flower, to the point that it was nearly mangled, Shoyo couldn’t help but worry about her raccoons back in the seireitei. They could certainly handle themselves, but still, she worried that her babies would go without their favorite foods if she didn’t make the effort to bring them around.

“Maybe I can go home a week early...” The shinigami mused in a quiet voice, barely louder than a whisper.

[uraharashouten]

"He did?" Ururu responded hollowly. That would explain a lot. It took her a moment to realize that Andi wouldn't actually be able to take the towel, thanks to Kisuke's interventions, so she set about wrapping the towel around her rain- and perspiration-soaked friend, rubbing vigorously. "We'll just get you warmed up and dried..."

"Ururu-dono!" Tessai repeated, with alarm. Ururu ignored him.

"What's the worst that can happen?" she asked dully. "If it consumes her entirely, she'll vanish and reconstitute. It's not like it matters how close I am."

"That would be the worst case," Kisuke nodded, still keeping his even gaze locked on Andi. "But I believe our friend here possesses a robust constitution and a significant amount of willpower, considering her ability to host a symbiote. What remains to be seen will be how the latter manages to integrate the Hollow reiatsu..." He trailed off, watching with keen interest.

Ururu had chosen to ignore her elders, for the most part. Should things go seriously off the rails, they'd help both Andi and her— that was all she needed to know.

"Stay with me," she told Andi. "It'll try to take over your mind. I don't know how it feels, compared to Mania, but you probably have some practice with that." She'd been watching the glowing mark, and the developing hole. "Just don't lose yourself, and you'll be okay."

uraharashouten​:

Ururu’s lips pressed tightly together in a thin, wan line as her eyes drank in details. She didn’t try to dissuade Andi from sitting up—it seemed important that she maintain consciousness. But the inchoate telltale signature of reiatsu just below the surface was setting off alarm bells.

“You won’t hurt me.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, confident. “Wait here—I’ll get you a towel.”  She rose and turned to proceed swiftly out of the room, Andi’s plea for help trailing after her.

She couldn’t know how long her absence felt to Andi, but her watch told her it was less than a minute before her return, towel in hand and two larger figures in tow, filling the door frame behind her.  Her feet paused only briefly at the sight of the glowing pentagram, then she continued doggedly forward, towel-first.

“ooOOhhh—” Came an inflected voice from behind her. “Well that doesn’t look good—” That speedy diagnosis made, Kisuke turned to his companion. “Tessai?”

The latter was already bringing his palms together, lips drawing back in a grimace of concentration. The air in the small room grew thick and charged as pointed and blocky structures materialized, poised menacingly around and above Andi’s body.

“Ururu-dono!” he barked gruffly. “Please move aside!”

“Wait—” Ururu’s alarmed gaze swung and trained on Tessai as her now towel-free hands flew out instinctively, protectively.

“Precautions,” Kisuke assured her evenly, “Which should not be necessary.” His piercing gaze had landed intently on Andi’s face, a casual hand dangling by his side, one finger crooked. “Will they, Andi-san?” She might be finding it a bit difficult to move.

A part of her was relieved when Ururu left the room, less of a chance she might get hurt by… whatever was happening to Andi now. The other part didn’t want her friend to go, because with Ururu out of the room, the only other voice was that of the Hollow…

Of course, when she came back with Tessai and Kisuke in tow, Andi knew something was up, though given how Ururu reacted to Andi being immediately restrained and menaced by whatever new ‘toys’ the two men were about to try on her. She knew, she deserved this, instincts had just made her bunch up defensively. The mark began to show itself, it had never been visible before. She’d been told only demons and devils could see it, even Shinigami had only been able to sense it as corrupt spiritual energy before now. But now, perhaps because of the hollow, the flaming pentacle presented itself.

What surprised her the most was Kisuke. Sure, she knew he had a history, and there was definitely more to the jovial act he put on, but the gaze she caught from under the brim of his hat, if it were a blade, he’d have pierced her ten times over, maybe more.

She couldn’t move, though her body urged her to fight the restraints, the mark burned, and the symbiote began to form, but not in its usual black color. It was a pale white with dark purple blotches, when it got to her chest, a hole seemed to form beneath the hellmark, though the mark itself acted as a sort of block or mesh over it, and her usual black mask was instead showing signs of forming a white skull mask. “I…I think I messed up big time–hnnngh!” She grit her teeth so hard they might crack, trying to force the beast back down. “Mania… Mania ate a hollow!”

[obsidiennes]

@uraharashouten asked:

"Um..."

Ururu's staring at the woman with dark hair and hazel eyes, and that distinctive hat. Whatever she's wearing, it's definitely not a shihakushо̄, or even a yukata, which seems to be typical of the people she's seen around the Seireitei today. At least she's finally here... "I missed the whole war because someone was being overprotective, so sorry if I should know this already but... I'm guessing you fought on the other side? So... what are you doing here?" ...oops. "I'm Ururu, by the way." She gives a polite little bow. "I'm from the other other side."

To say that Bambietta had noticed the strange woman in Earth clothing watching her would be something of an understatement—it’d be hard not o notice her, wearing contemporary clothes in actual colors. The Shinigami sometimes wore colored yukata about, but not often. All the other was doing was staring at her though, and plenty of Shinigami still did that to this day, so whatever. When the woman finally approached and did a weirdly direct introductory infodump, she just kind of stared back.

It lasted for at least two seconds after Ururu had finished speaking. O... kay. Kinda weird. Nonetheless, she put on a polite smile and decided to largely ignore all of that. Stick to the script. She jabbed a thumb toward herself. “Hi, Ururu, I’m Bambietta! Bambietta Basterbine, official Quincy liaison to the Seireitei! You can call me Bambi. I’m here to head up peace and reconciliation efforts between our people and the Shinigami.” There was a pause, and a faintly sly and interrogative edge crept into her expression. “Might I ask what someone from Earth is doing here?” People came and went all the time, like that Arisawa woman, but this one was clearly different.

[midnightactual]

@uraharashouten asked:

"I was thinking... if I'm going to be commuting from your complex to the Shōten most days, it seems faster to take the tunnel. Can I get a Hall Pass? Security badge? Whatever you're calling it..."

“No.” The answer was immediate, flat, and final. A beat passed before Yoruichi finally glanced up from the tablet she’d be been scrutinizing.

“I could give you a speech about how getting out and seeing the world and the people in it—even if it’s just the same streets and same people every day—is far more important than saving a few minutes on what’s already a very fast commute, but you’re not a kid anymore, so I’ll spare you.” Even if she went on and on about it, it probably wouldn’t mean much anyway.

Her eyes returned to whatever it was she was doing on the device. “It’s for cargo transfer only, and you certainly can’t get coffee or croissants down there.”