#kisuke Urahara x you

[hellaarknight]

Weak

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Genre: angst. Warnings: swearing

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" You're not going to participate in the battle Y/N and this is final."

Kisuke raised his voice slightly. Even though in the original plan you were included, he couldn't allow himself to continue with it.

" Kisuke, what the fuck? This is not what we agreed on! How do you expect to face it without me? You're literally putting everyone's lives at risk just because I've got some injuries."

Urahara could feel the frustration growing in your voice. The last thing he wanted now was to fight with you on the issue, but for the first time in a long while he was scared for your safety. If his intuition was on point, as usual, and Aizen was plotting to use you in any way in the upcoming fight, he just couldn't risk it.

" Things have changed. Your little banter with Aizen made me change the plan. My decision will not waiver."

For once Urahara wanted to subdue your fiery attitude, he hoped you'd understand that he's too afraid for your safety. He usually does have concerns, but now that you're injured, you are weak. Or at least too weak to be able to help Ichigo and company. And the mere possibility of you becoming a paw in Aizen's plan scared him.

"Oh my gosh, you can't be serious! Just because of a few stitches I now have you can't decide to put me on standby. I'm not the young frail and weak girl I once was and you know that better than anyone."

Kisuke took a look at your right arm stitches. The sight alone straightened his decision, he could not let you head into battle like this. He had to protect you, even if that meant to hurt your feelings and pride.

" Please... Don't push it further. Just this once, I'm asking you to stay out of it just this once." His tone changed from demanding to almost begging.

" No Kisuke, because you're not giving me any reasonable argument for me to stay out and endanger everyone else."

" You're weak and for starters you'd be the one keeping us back by making everyone and especially me worry about you!"

There it was, out of his mouth, the words he promised he would never say to you ever again. "Weak". "A burden". Kisuke didn't want to meet your eyes, he couldn't. He didn't want to see the damage his words have done. The room was silent, the atmosphere shifting from tension to nothing. Kisuke got up, in a mere attempt to come and hug you, a way to do some damage control. He got to take one step and suddenly he was pushed on his knees by an immense spiritual power. With great effort, he raised his head from the ground to see your enraged expression and your extended hand with which you controlled your reiatsu to apply the pressure only on him, one of your special abilities as a shinigami.

"I AM WEAK???"

Feelings of betrayal, rage, sadness, disappointment, Kisuke could feel them all in your voice. He could not speak nor breath, the spiritual pressure you exude was beyond everything he imagined you were capable of.

" Urahara answear my damned question! I AM WEAK?"

He tried to open his mouth but only a choking sound came out. It felt like his bones were crushing and he was suffocating. Fascinating, you trained so much to be able to weaponize your own spiritual power to apply it only in certain points inside his body. His eyes widened when the stitches of your arm ripped off and blood started running down your arm. The door of the room slides open with Ichigo, Rukya and Yoruichi barging in slightly alarmed. The sight was one of a kind.

" Sensei what happened? We felt a sudden raise in Y/n's reiatsu and...

You left down your arm restraining the release of power back to normal. Urahara fell face down, coughing hard as he tried to bring inside his lungs some oxygen.

" What's happ..." Rukya's voice got interrupted by yours.

"Fine, Kisuke Urahara! Have it your way. I'm out! I'm out of this mission! But since I'm so damned weak and you consider that you have to babysit me on the battlefield I'm out for good! I'm out of y'all's fucking lives!"

Urahara watched you turn on your feet and walk out. A very confused Ichigo helped him get up. A few seconds later there was no trace of your spiritual power. You had concealed yourself.

" What happened?"

" I think I just made a terrible mistake" Was the only thing Urahara Kisuke could say.

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[holyhadesimweird]

domestic life

masterlist

pairing : kisuke urahara x fem!pregnant!reader

summary : kisuke comes home to his pregnant wife talking with ichigo's group (this is part 1 of my domestic life series, part 2 here!)

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after spending a long day on his feet in the shop, all kisuke wanted to do was lie down. he wanted to relax and lie down next to you, his wife of many years. recently you both had decided you wanted to try for kids, and happily for both of you, you were expecting.

he thought back to when you had announced to him that you both were expecting.

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it was a quiet night in the shop and kisuke had decided to close up early so he could spend more time with you. you hadn’t been feeling well recently and went into town earlier today for some things that would help with your sickness. when you returned, kisuke had ordered you to take some time to yourself to rest and try to get better while he worked.

making his way to your shared bedroom, kisuke hummed to himself lightly. opening the door to the bedroom, he could see your figure resting in bed and made his way over to join you.

"hey babe, i have something i want to show you." he heard you say when he got into the bed.

"of course my dear, what do you want to show me? it better not be a tissue full of snot..." kisuke's sentence trailed off when you rolled over in the bed with a pregnancy test in hand and a smile on your face.

"i think we did it kisuke. i think we're expecting a baby." you whispered.

"oh my god... WE DID IT!" he exclaimed, grabbing you and hugging you.

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laughing to himself at the memory, kisuke knew you were upstairs talking with the kids about your time as a soul reaper. when his sentence of being banished was announced, you fled with yoruichi to be with kisuke. when ichigo started training with kisuke, you thought it would be a good opportunity to tell the kids about your experiences and anything that could help them in the soul society. and now that they were back and the most you could do was sit since you were so far along, the kids wanted to keep you company so you weren't alone.

"and this one time, i managed to surprise kisuke and land a super nice punch, straight to his nose! of course i felt really bad when his nose started bleeding, but i think it was that moment that made him like me." you laughed while telling the story.

ichigo, rukia, chad, orihime and uryu all sat with you at the table while you all drank tea.

"oh! anyone wanna feel the baby kick? i feel her." you said.

"...can i?" ichigo asked timidly.

"of course you can big lug, i offered." you took ichigo's hand and placed it on your belly.

"you guys know the gender? i thought you were saving that for when they're born?" rukia asked.

"we don't know yet but my lovely wife here thinks its a girl. i think it's a boy, just to go against her." kisuke spoke up, alerting the others of his presence.

"well i think they're going to be a beautiful baby!" orihime said.

"thank you orihime, i tried real hard." kisuke laughed, making the teens groan.

"i'm the one cooking the baby here kisuke, i think i'm the one who's trying hard." you said, crossing your arms.

walking over to you and placing a kiss on your lips before making his way to the kitchen, kisuke laughed again.

"of course darling." he smiled. "now, who wants dinner?"

you living room broke out into exclamations as the teens were apparently hungry.

both you and kisuke thought that if this is what life would be like with multiple children, you'd be fine. you both loved these teens and wanted to keep them safe, and knew that once your baby was born, the teens would do anything to protect your baby.

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Breeding 🔞

🎃 Alpha!Kisuke x Omega!Husband!Reader 🎃

TW: a/b/o/ dynamic, talk of children and pregnancy, breeding, heats, mating press position, licking, biting, knotting, reader being praised, soft Kisuke.

tags: @tehyunnie @lust-for-ultraviolence @sweetchildcloud

You had been married to Kisuke for two years now, and as blissful as it was, you could see that there was something that had begun to bother him. You could see it with the way his gaze would linger on families for a little too long every time the two of you ran errands together or went out on dates. The man never said anything, and you knew why, but it was so easy to tell what the little issue was. He longed for pups of his own. The topic of children wasn’t a touchy one to talk about, but you figured that he’d at least want to wait and enjoy married life before kids. 

“Hon, are you feeling well?” You asked, only to frown when your alpha didn’t respond. Instead, his eyes remained fixated on a couple with a set of twins. The little ones were waiting for their father to hand them their ice cream, practically bouncing up and down in excitement before being given their frozen treat. You glanced back at your husband, still frowning. “Kisuke, do you want to have a baby?” 

Your question certainly got his attention, because his eyes quickly tore away from the family and stared at you. “What? No,” he shook his head, “I was just—.” 

“Don’t lie to me,” you said, interrupting him, “because I know that you do. Every time we go out, you’re always looking at children the same way a parent would. You want pups of your own.” When he didn’t respond, you knew you were right. “I think it would be nice to have a kid. We’re at a good place in life, financially, and I think we’re ready.” 

Your words made him perk up, his eyes lighting up in response. “Really?” He grinned, and you knew his wolf was wagging its tail on the inside. However, he frowned and looked down. “You’re not in heat.” 

“I will be in a few days,” you replied. You always kept up with your cycles for his sake. That and he had an annoying knack for forcing your heats sometimes. “We can try then.” 

You had no way of knowing how excited he was about this. How much he longed to try for a pup with you—his sweet husband. Honestly, you thought he would have forgotten about this discussion when a week passed, but the second your heat hit, he was on you like a moth to a flame. His lips peppered the side of your neck as he trailed the kisses down to your collarbone, soon stopping to nip at the skin. It pulled a small whine from your throat, and he hummed in delight. “Do it again,” he said, nipping the same spot to garner that exact sound from you once more. 

“Kisuke,” you whined, face flushed and your body feeling hot and needy for him. You disregarded the entire ‘making a baby’ discussion a week ago as your sole focus seemed to be him and his touch. Your body ached for him. It always did with each cycle. “I want you. I need you.” 

He hummed in response and licked a thick stripe from your collarbone up to your ear, his teeth barely grazing the lobe. Your husband loved how needy you were every time your heats hit. It drove him wild, but not as much as the fact that this was the start of trying for a child. “I know, baby,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear, “tell me again.” 

His teeth sank into the flesh of your neck as he bit into you, drawing out a delicious moan from your lips. “Fuck,” you groaned, his bucking up against his in response, “Kisuke, please.” 

The blond let out a groan of his own when he felt your hips against his. “You want me that badly, huh?” He asked, pulling his head away from your neck to look you in the eyes. You gave an eager nod, causing him to chuckle before he took your lips in a passionate kiss. His body pressed against yours even more, pinning you to the mattress as his tongue explored your mouth. He loved the way you tasted—the sweet scent of honey and citrus you always had. Kisuke could get lost in the taste and smell of you forever if you let him. 

His hands slid down your body, his fingertips gliding along your soft skin with ease before his hands cupped underneath your thighs. You moaned against his lips when feeling his thumbs dig into the flesh of your thighs before gently and slowly easing your legs back, putting you into a mating press. It was the perfect position for this. Kisuke broke the kiss to nip at your neck, causing you to whine out from the sudden pinch of his teeth against your skin. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he breathed out, his tongue lapping at the spot he bit. 

His body moved against yours a little more, causing your legs to be pushed back just a little further. Your husband wasted no time in lining his cock up with your hole, and he barely gave you enough time to get ready before he shoved himself inside. Your head leaned back against the pillow as your lower back felt the need to arch with the way he filled your tight hole. “Wait a minute—.” 

Kisuke didn’t wait. His hips jerked forward, slamming into you as his dick stretched you out for him. No matter how many times he fucked you, you were always so tight for him. He fucking loved it. His face buried itself into your neck as he inhaled your scent. An animalistic groan let his lips as he pushed himself deeper, causing you to moan. “M’gonna fuck a pup into you,” he whispered. Your arms had wrapped themselves around his neck, holding onto him as he pounded into you. “M’gonna breed you, my pretty boy. You take me so well.” 

Your body rocked in sync with his thrusts, his groaning soon all that you were able to hear as he then gyrated his hips, allowing his cock to inch deeper with each circular motion. It felt sublime. Your husband fucked you like an animal, and he wanted nothing more to bury himself as far inside of you as possible. His thrusts kept a continuous motion shortly after he stopped the gyration, and he continued groaning in your ear as his body pressed you even further against the mattress. His weight was crushing, but you didn’t care, because the absolute pleasure from him fucking you was far too great to be concerned over the little bit of pain. 

Your nails dug into his back, clawing vibrant crescent-shaped marks into his skin as he rearranged your insides. “Kisuke,” you whined his name, “faster, fuck, harder.” Normally, you didn’t feel the need to cum this badly, but this time was different. This time he was fucking you with a purpose. Your words got through to him, and his pace quickened as his hips slammed harshly against yours. 

“M’gonna cum,” he groaned, “gonna fill you up.” You felt the slight twitch from him inside of you, indicating his incoming release, and you couldn’t deny that it was starting to bring you over the edge as well. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my pup.” 

The thought alone had your body clenching up, which caused your husband to groan in response. He felt it. The way your body tightened, putting pressure on his cock—it was fantastic. You couldn’t take it anymore and whined out. “Gonna cum,” you moaned. 

That notion was enough to make him spill into you, coating your insides with his white, hot seed, but that wasn’t all. With a final groan, his hips pushed further into you, and he let himself knot inside as you milked his cock. His body trembled above yours as his fingers dug into your thighs even more. Kisuke wasn’t about to waste a single drop. He wanted you to be bred and full of him and to carry his pup, and he was going to get it. 

His body soon stilled as you felt his dick stop pulsating inside of you, indicating he was finished, yet he remained inside of you. The blond breathed heavily as he shifted you both around to where he laid on the mattress back first and you rested on top of him. Not once did he ever slip out of you. Honestly, he wasn’t going to. His knot made sure of that. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips kissing your sweat-stained forehead. You whined softly at the contact and nuzzled your face against his chest. You were spent, and all you could do was lie there and cuddle with your husband until his cock slid out of you—which would be a few hours. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant.” 

“Do you think it took on the first try?” You asked, your voice low and tired. 

Your husband hummed thoughtfully before he chuckled. “Nope,” he replied, and you could already see the grin on his lips, “but we have all day to get you bred. You take me so well that I have no doubt you'll be knocked up quickly.” 

All day. All night. It honestly didn’t matter how long it would take. Kisuke was more than happy to keep filling you up until you were nice and full of his seed. 

[unohanadaydreams]

Remember that poll I made? Here is whatever the fuck this is that I wrote in honor of the results.

Features: Reader is a gender neutral fairy and they are not immune to the residents of Urahara Shoten.

Kisuke Urahara x Fairy!Reader

Dense cherry air clung to your clothes, skin, and wings making you feel like a sticky wad of hot glue. You’d given up on movement entirely.

“Poor thing’s all tuckered out,” The blonde mop said, eyes glittering through the bar of shadow his hat sat on.

Two teens jostled until their eyes were horrible distortions above you. Their constant vying for the best view and the muggy artificial air beat against your forehead in a climbing migraine.

“We should dry it off—“ a swirl of flesh and flame red tapped the glass, “Remember the one who said that is me, Jinta, when you get out.”

Big, sad eyes bobbed larger, smaller, larger, smaller next to him, “I feel bad. I don’t think it would actually go for our eyes, Urahara.”

“Of cooourse not,” Urahara sang. “I was just being cautious.”

You absolutely would of. If Ururu, the horrible girl with the water gun and amazing aim ever let her guard down, you would burrow through her cornea using your teeth alone.

“Stop bragging,” Jinta said. “It was a lucky shot.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You’re still being smug.”

“I’m not.”

Actually, they were both losing an eye. The consistent thumping stab was migrating from your forehead to behind your eyelids and still, they continued bickering.

“Enough, you two,” the cat said. It pawed your jar, shifting you toward the edge of the table. After Ururu had shot you down, stinking teeth and a rough tongue had caged you as everyone scrambled for a jar. If you were given the chance to dole punishment, this beast would suffer most.

The cat flicked an ear, inching you closer toward the floor. You did nothing, pasted to perspiring glass, hoping for an impossible reaction of flight out the still open window if the cat did indeed smash your jar against the hardwood.

“Get to the training ground before I change my mind and eat the little monster.”

The cat herded them away but they argued still, growing quiet only once they were farther away. You had always hated cats. They had pawed at you since birth, the insatiable beasts. Adding sentience was a waking nightmare. And what if its thumbs were opposable? Truly wretched possibilities.

“This air is disgusting,” you said in a rasp, almost sad you hadn’t been spilled to the floor.

“Don’t worry,” Urahara said. “Next will come the lychee; much lighter in composition but still yummy. Don’t cute little fairies love sweet smells?”

You lied and said, “Fuck no.” Juicy, ripe fruit was your favorite. But this was being forced down your nostrils so you hated it.

Sweet candy smells landed you in this sweltering prison. The lush cherry air compelled your lungs to inhale fully, body confused and convinced the fruit lay close to your lips. Panting, mouth ajar, spit trailing your chin, you let the wash of verbal nonsense fade along with your consciousness.

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You moved from a jar, to a proper glass cage, then to an expansive enclosure tailored to your tastes. How they knew your tastes was a questions you didn’t want answered. The Urahara man was as disturbing as he was compelling.  How did he know your tastes.

“Now, now,” he’d said taking you from proper cage to expansive enclosure. “Needless violence will get you grounded.”

The cat was suddenly there. “You’ve never grounded anyone.”

Tessai, the only one who would keep his eyes once you escaped, took you from Urahara gently, coaxing your needle teeth free from Urahara’s intersection of flesh between pointer finger and thumb before lifting you away.

You almost said thank you. He was the only one that minded your wings. Urahara was the worst, always rubbing them with obscene strokes. And the teens did so too, at least innocently.

Actually, you would thank him.

“Than—“ He misted you. Twice. With water. Like a snake.

Your wings were too wet to stay swift. Their dehumanizing version of clipping you like a bird.

Tessai’s fingers were already out of reach, beyond your teeth, smartly transporting you in a jar when you reached for him.

“I hate every one of you.” Your fists knocked against the lid, gums and teeth sliding uselessly against metal.

“Just let me eat them already,” the cat yawned.

Tessai screwed the lid with a firm twist, “Don’t indulge in their tantrum, Yoruichi.”

“Fuck you,” you said, flopping to the bottom.

“Hmm, that does sound interesting to work out the logistics of,” Urahara said. “But we hardly know each other.”

You screamed and thrashed wildly.

“Both of you are children,” Tessai said, shaking your jar lightly, “you too. Stop hurting yourself.”

“Yes, Jinta and Ururu are already so fond of you,” Urahara said.

The hallway they were carrying you through was dimly lit. And longer than you thought possible, when you’d cased the outside of the building before absolutely bungling the theft.

“Who cares?”

“I do!” Urahara tapped the lid, the metal popping in rapid succession, and you clapped your ears, the next words muffled, “So you’ll have to bear it. My original plan was to keep you out here. In a fun little enclosed for the costumers—like a sea monkey!”

Your teeth latched into Urahara’s skin the moment the world stopped moving and he opened the lid. He didn’t flinch.

Instead, he rubbed one of your wings with relish between his finger, until you curled into yourself in shaky defeat.

“But we clearly can’t trust you around our precious customers, can we?”

You bit him again, vibrating with each fondling touch passed over your wings.

“So what,” you said around his flesh. “Gonna kill me?”

“No,” Tessai said at the same time the cat said, “Yes.”

“That would yield valuable data, but Tessai’s right,” Urahara said too close to your face. “I like you better alive.”

His hold was careful but firm as he lowered you into a large terrarium, mimicking a small, rustic fairy town. The wooden buildings squatted on loamy moss. An oval of pond was the focal point, directly in the middle. Everything fanned from it, like fingers from a palm. You used the sweet water to swish away the taste of Urahara’s blood after he pinched your wings enough to work your jaw open in reflex.

A prick of pain between your shoulder blades sprung while you hunched over water and you felt a weight resting under your skin there. You flexed your back uselessly, the implantation snug beneath your skin.

Your wings were too damp to spring up and retaliate fast enough. Instead, you spluttered on the springy moss until you could breathe again.

“I’m going to kill you,” you said.

Urahara tapped the glass. “Many people have tried.”

For once, you believed him.

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The enclosure was surrounded by a maze of mess that rose and fell in mysterious order. Both Urahara’s room and personal workspace, he navigated the jumble of belongings with ease. He was graceful when he forgot about playing to your audience of one, too absorbed in expansive, flickering screens and piles of manila folders, many stained and some literally moldering.

He spoke at—not with—you often.

When he forgot you, when he existed beyond any reach but the data he toiled hours analyzing, you felt lonely. It was a defeat to admit that. But after months of living an oddly cushy life, surrounded by people who seemed to want you happy, you’d become shamefully complacent.

Biting was a chore. And thoroughly unpleasant since Urahara started flavoring the flesh and blood of his gigai. Your escape attempts had grown pathetic. The last had ended with choosing to flap back to Urahara’s room over battling one moment longer with Yoruichi’s claws and teeth and fucking taunting. She did have opposable thumbs and no matter the pitch of voice or shape of body, she was always smug.

You turned away from the enclosure you’d not been forced in for weeks. The lid was ever open. You were beholden with choice. Doors were left ajar. Windows  were never shut now that Summer called. Tessai had whiddled little cutlery and cups for you. Jinta & Ururu were fiercely vying for your ownership of a shiny, new—human scale—gigai. Urahara was too accommodating when you deigned to sit on his silly hat or his sturdy shoulder. And Yoruichi had mostly laid the game of cat and winged-mouse to rest.

Urahara  swept his hat off to scratch his scalp, not mindful that you sat on top of the striped bucket. You clung to any fabric you could hold after being flung, landing somewhere along his back. Fluttering up  his shoulder, you pinched his neck and settled there instead.

“You did that on purpose.”

His laughter fell to sheepish denial, “Not at all.” Urahara placed you next to his keyboard, lifted his arms high, and almost toppled backwards as the stretch stole his balance on the wheeled chair he loved.

“I still don’t get what all this is for,” you said, swiveling away from the subject before he could suggest you wear a bell again. You stepped over a couple keys on tip-toes, enjoying the ‘click’ sound when they sunk under your weight. “What’s the point?”

“I owe a favor,” Urahara shrugged.

“You actually repay those?” You danced over the keys, grinning when he reached for the backspace symbol.

“Well, this is an exceptional favor,” he said, undoing your gleeful work. “Kurosaki is a good kid.”

You could agree with that, at least. He and a gaggle of his friends would come at times, only a little surprised when they first saw you, like they bumped into fairies all the time.

The only one you couldn’t say was a ‘good kid’ was his girlfriend. She was beautiful and acted perfectly kind.

But when she’d first seen you, she had asked Urahara, “Oh! Is she like mine?”

“Entirely different outside of being just as tiny and cute, Inoue,” he’d said in answer. You’d slapped away his pinching near your cheek.

“There are other fairies around?” You hadn’t seen a single one in years.

Orihime held you carefully and her smile sparkled. “Not anymore. I guess I grew out of them.”

“Where’d they go?”

She gestured to the flowery blue hair clips framing her face.

“Ahaha, well…..no where? They just don’t exist anymore. Unless they work with poke-ball logic! If so, they’re probably very cozy. Unless it was up to me to imagine their home which—oh, I’ll have to do that tonight. I’ll imagine the best house! I hope they haven’t been squished all because of me!”

The girl had followed up by saying ‘Ayame, I choose you!’ and despairing a bit when the phrase did nothing but make the Kurosaki boy snort.

You had grown suspicious when Urahara could not clarify what the fuck that meant or where the fairies had gone. The image of Orihime smiling kindly as she did to you and striking down a handful of fairies stuck firm in your mind. You were wary of her label as ‘a good kid’.  

But Kurosaki could keep his title, because he was obvious in his annoyance toward Urahara and Yoruichi. And anyone who did that was some kind of good.

You dropped from your tip-toes, smashing four keys all at once. “Yeah, but didn’t you say this thing may not exist?”

Urahara lifted you back to his shoulder. And you let him. Your stomach squirmed when you lost your opportunity to put up a fight and instead sat, placid.

“It does exist,” he said. “Just not today. Maybe not for years. College is statistically a stressful time.”

“This makes no sense and Tessai is right. You need an actual hobby.”

Urahara retrieved his fan and a gust almost topped you. “Are you going to teach me to paint?”

“I’d rather die,” you said, twining your fists into his robe. Woe to whoever had taught Urahara anything, ever. “And stop that!”

He tapped your head after folding the fan and said, “I don’t think you mean that anymore.”

“I really, really do,” you said, climbing up his head, back to the hat, twisting your hands and digging your feet into his hair and ear instead of flying. “You make a joke out of everything.”

“If you change your mind, you’ll be the first to see the gigai I’ve been working on.”

He waited until you were settled to place his hat to the level of his eyes, carefully and in consideration of you this time.

“I don’t want a human body,” you said with bite.

Urahara tittered, “Oh my, I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s not for you, anyhow.”

“What does that mean?”

Urahara plopped you back on his head with his hat and went back to typing.

“Teach me to paint and you’ll find out, remember?”

He was baiting you. Plain. But effective. His words were like the smell of sweet candy through an open window and the lure of a comfy life surrounded by strangers who grew to people you knew and cared for and stayed for. Even if they were annoying. And pushy. And still batted you around like fucking yarn.

Even then.

You were going to grab for it eventually.

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐈𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | (𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Yhwach & Jugram, Askin & Bazz-B, Kisuke & Sosuke, Shunsui and Jushiro

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I wrote a little more for Shunsui and Jushiro, but I doubt you all would mind. I was originally going to scrap it and turn their part into a full piece…another time. Have a nice smut for the holidays!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, smut, double penetration (vag and anal), spit roasting, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, manhandling, degradation (being called a slut and cum dumpster), asphyxiation, spanking, reader being used for pleasure purposes, pet names (little one, good girl, sweetheart, sweet girl, princess), praising, squirting, creaming, marathon sex, mentions of multiple orgasms

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Just you having threesomes with different character pairings.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

「 Yhwach & Jugram 」

Yhwach stood in front of you, his cock fully erect and gleaming with your saliva. He pressed it against your lips with no pretense of gentleness, his movements slow but deliberate as he slid it into your mouth. His size stretched your lips wide, the veins along his shaft throbbing against your tongue as you struggled to take him deeper. His hand rested firmly on the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair as he held you in place.

“Look at how well you take the both of us…so pretty,” Yhwach grunted as he thrust his cock in and out your mouth, pushing himself deeper until your nose was pressed against the base of his cock. Holding his position for a few extra seconds, he pulled out and rest the tip of his thick cock against your cheek while you gasped for air. Strings of saliva connected his cock to your lips as you wheezed, doing your best to catch your breath.

However, on the other end, an equal yet opposite force was turning your insides into goo from the constant rough pounding of his cock battering against your walls. Both hands gripping your waist as Jugram guided you along his cock, creating a rhythm so you could match his pace as he plunged his pretty cock deeper with every thrust. You could feel the heavy pat-pat of his balls colliding with your clit each time he pushed himself all the way to the hilt. Your natural reaction was to clench around him, however, it was cut short when Yhwach cupped your cheeks to look up at him.

Your glossy eyes met his red ones, and for a moment, they crossed and rolled into your head when Jugram’s fingers came down to rub your clit. Pinching and teasing the swollen bundle of nerves. “Oh f-fuck! Nghh…god! Right there!” A squeal escaped your lips but was swallowed and turned into a muffled groan when Yhwach pushed his cock past your lips.

“Keep sucking, little one,” Yhwach growled. His tone was sharp, a commanding edge laced with condescension. “Show me how grateful you are to serve us.”

Both of them were in sync as Yhwach matched Jugram’s pace. As Yhwach pushed his cock down your throat, Jugram would pull out, so you were never empty at the same time. Muffled gurgling and moaning, along with the sounds of sweaty skin meeting and praises of how good you were taking their cock like the obedient pet you were, reverberated throughout the room. 

“Just like that…good girl,” Yhwach cooed as he slowed his thrust, taking his time to push himself to the back of your throat before pulling out. “So pretty taking two cocks at the same time. You like that, don’t you? You were made for this.”

“Y-Yes, my king. Please use me to your heart’s desire,” you begged and opened your mouth for his cock to return, tongue sticking out the way he liked.

A satisfying grunt was his response, while Jugram leaned forward, resting his lips by your ear to kiss your lobe and give it a bite. “Such a slut for His Majesty’s cock and mine. You would do well to remember this moment and be grateful,” he muttered before dragging his lips down to the junction of your neck to plant a hickey.

“So tight, so perfect. You were made for this.” His deep, sultry voice was doing more chaos to your mind than you expected. You could feel the way your pussy clenched at every word, oozing more juices to coat his already cum-covered cock, and squeezing him nicely. Sucking him back in to keep hitting that spot repetitively, making your toes curl and your back arch into his touch.

“You’re such a good little thing.”

「 Askin & Bazz-B 」

“Goddamn,” Askin groaned breathlessly, though there was a tinge of amusement. “How does someone this powerful end up with a body like this? It’s criminal, really. You’re gonna kill me in the best way possible. God, you should have come with a warning.”

“Maybe you just don’t have the stamina,” you teased, looking down at him with a smirk. Your voice was playful, but the way your body responded to him betrayed how much you were enjoying his complaints.

“Oh, I have the stamina,” Askin shot back, his grin widening despite the way his jaw clenched from the tight, velvety grip of your walls. “But you—” He groaned as your pussy squeezed him particularly hard, cutting off his words. “You’re built to drive a man insane.”

“Shut up and focus,” Bazz-B growled from behind you, his deep voice straining as his thick, heated cock thrust into your tight ass with relentless want. The force of his movements matched Askin’s erratic rhythm. His fingers were spread over the curve of your lower back as he pulled you back onto him with each thrust, burying himself deeper into the tightness that squeezed him like a vice.

Your body was trapped between them, utterly consumed by the pleasure they were giving you. Every thrust sent waves through you, your moans and cries of pleasure mingling with their grunts and groans. Askin’s cock, slick with your juices and the remnants of his previous releases, stretched your pussy, the friction drove you wild as he pounded into you from underneath. Bazz-B’s cock was just as relentless, filling your ass with an almost overwhelming fullness, his pace rough and demanding as he claimed you.

“You’re fucking insane,” Bazz-B hissed as your pussy clenched around Askin’s cock, leaning to his cock being squeezed as well. “We’re screwing a Shinigami, Askin. Do you even get how messed up this is?”

“You weren’t complaining five minutes ago,” shot back Askin breathlessly from the way your pussy seemed to endlessly suck him back in. You were too much for him to handle. “Besides, it proper to welcome our guest His Majesty spared out of interest. This could be one of the reasons why he spared her—we’re lucky to get first use.”

“Oh, just shut up and fuck me harder,” you moaned.

Askin chuckled under you, his hands sliding up to your chest to give your breasts a squeeze before rolling your nipples between his fingers. “As you wish, darling,” he grinned and gave a particularly harsh thrust and forced your head to fling backwards, colliding against Bazz-B’s shoulder. The rhythm between the three of you became more synchronised, their cocks moving in perfect motion, filling you up completely and leaving you gasping for air.

Your pussy clenched around Askin’s cock, the creamy mixture of his cum and your own juices making every thrust slick and easy as he drove deeper, hitting spots that made your entire body shudder. Bazz-B’s cock stretched your ass, the thickness of him almost too much to handle, but the way he filled you was addictively good, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through you. A hand from him came down to slap your ass, in awe of the recoil and the way it jiggled under his touch.

“Fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry. Your pussy’s too fucking good,” Askin groaned and tossed his head back as your body trembled, teetering on the edge of release. Both their movements grew rougher, more desperate and unrelenting as they chased their orgasms. “I don’t think we could be normal after this. Fuck being a Shinigami, you’ve got to new bodyguards.”

“So much for being Yhwach’s guest—the old man is gonna have to pardon us for taking over if this was his purpose for sparing you,” Bazz-B grunted. “You’re one hell of a distraction, but I’m not complaining.”

“Then don’t hold back,” you breathlessly gasped as you rocked your hips to meet their thrusts. “Fill me up. I want every last drop if I’m going to be stuck here.”

「 Kisuke & Aizen 」

“Just look at her,” Aizen murmured, his voice smooth and condescending. “She takes it so well, doesn’t she, Kisuke? Absolutely desperate to be filled over and over again.”

“She’s a little too good at it,” Kisuke replied, stroking his already-hard cock, still slick with the remnants of your earlier encounter. “It’s almost like she was made for this.”

Your body was in a constant tug-of-war between two powerful masterminds as they manipulated you to their will. You weren’t sure how many positions they had experimented on you, but you were sure that it was far from finished from the glimpses of determination in their eyes.

The strength of Sosuke’s grip around your neck as he pressed your face into the mattress, ploughing into you from behind, left no room for argument. You had to lie there and take his cock as it bullied your insides for the umpteenth time tonight, rearranging you to outdo the renovation that Kisuke’s cock did earlier. You could feel the sheer force of your gummy walls gripping him with abandon want, sucking him back in deeper each time he slid out before his hips harshly collided with your ass.

Sosuke’s fingers were on your clit as he drew strategic patterns to make you sob and drool all over yourself, your out-of-state transcend was cut short by Kisuke’s gentle hands cupping your face to lift your head off the mattress.

“Atta girl. Come on now, open those lips for me. Take me all the way, don’t waste a drop,” he encouraged, and who were you to deny him his request. Obediently, your lips parted, and his cock rested heavily against your tongue, the salty-sweet taste of his precum sent goosebumps down your spine, urging you to clench around Sosuke’s cock.

“You spoil her too much, Kisuke.” Came Sosuke’s voice as he sent a particularly rough thrust to make your jaw slacken around Kisuke’s cock. His grip around your neck was still present, firm but not aggressive as he continued to let the rhythm of his hips send more shivers through your body as you struggled to focus on their cocks. Kisuke being as calm as he was, ignored Sosuke’s comment and simply cupped your jaw to guide your head along his cock, groaning at the warmth.

But Kisuke was anything but gentle in these past hours he’s been fucking you. This was just the warm-up before his grip on your jaw tightened before he held your head still and punish your throat with his cock. Aizen’s thrusts grew rougher, more erratic as if competing for your attention. The force of his hips drove you forward, causing Kisuke’s cock to push deeper into your throat, the sensation making your eyes water. You gagged slightly, the sound muffled around Kisuke’s girth, but he only smirked, holding your head firmly in place.

Balls slapping against your skin, the sounds of your wet, slick pussy squelching against Sosuke’s cock and their derogatory praises filled the air. Tears were streaming down your face from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of being filled in every way. You would feel Sosuke and Kisuke’s cum sloshing around in your pussy as the former pushed it deeper, some spilling out and coating his cock. The heady sensation of a cock being pushed down your throat at a blinding speed while sweet words were being whispered to encourage you to take more, was diabolical.

“You look so pretty like this,” Kisuke praised breathlessly as your throat constricted around him. “Letting us use you to experiment and have fun. You like being filled with our cum, don’t you? Our little cum dumpster…”

A particular slap to your ass from Sosuke and the tightening of his fingers against your neck, applying just enough pressure to earn muffled whines and your pussy clenching made him laugh. “Indeed. Perfect little cum dumpster—of course she enjoys it,” he stated confidently. “Don’t you sweetheart?”

Looking up at Kisuke through teary eyes, you nodded and whined a small ‘yes’ before he pulled his cock from your mouth, leaving a sputtering and wheezing mess. “Y-…Yes. Please…more. Please fill me up.”

“Who am I to deny this one request.” Grinned Sosuke as he changed his angle to focus his cock directly against your sweet spot, each thrust punishing that one spot over and over as you lay, pinned under him, trembling.  “Now be a good girl and cum for us.”

「 Shunsui and Jushiro 」

Squealing at the sudden spray of your juices squirting out and soaking the futon beneath you, your sounds were turned into a gargle of short gasps when Shunsui adjusted his hold on your legs and shifted his hips to reangle his cock. The thickness of his cock plunging in and out your ass, with each new thrust, disappearing between the plush roundness of your cheeks, left you trembling against his chest. Your sweaty back against his equally sweaty chest while he held you open like some sacrificial orifice, his hands gripping the back of your thighs and curling them into your chest, keeping them widely spread for Jushiro to have just enough space to drive his cock deeper into your pussy.

Softer, yet lustful eyes, meet your hazy and drunken ones. The gentle green, now replaced by a viridian shade locked with yours as a sweet smile stretched across his flustered face. Easily he closed the gap between you two and met your lips in a steady, bruising kiss, swallowing all your moans as his and Shunsui’s cock created a rhythm, ensuring that you were never empty as other filled you. His tongue swept into your mouth to capture your tongue, while a curtain of white hair blocked out the surroundings as he pressed himself against you, wanting to mould his body into yours.

“You look beautiful, so perfect. Taking us so well,” Jushiro murmured against your lips while he pressed a little more weight into his thrusts, his hands aided Shunsui with keeping you spread enough for him to reach deeper. One hand released your thigh to reach out and cup your cheek, wiping a bead of sweat close to your eye. “You were made for me…for us.”

Your response was an automatic clench of your walls followed by another torrential of juices squirting out again, soaking his lower abdomen and thighs. There was an echoed groan from each of them as they slowed for a moment to enjoy the slight spasming of your walls planting tiny kisses along their length. It was as though you were naturally sucking them in deeper with each kiss, begging for them to never leave. They already fitted you like two perfect puzzle pieces, leaving you boneless with the rhythmic push and pull of their cocks.

But just as they slowed to savour the sensation, their tempo increased once they regained their focus, and the reverberations of squelching elicited lewd sounds in your ear. Each slide of their cock into your wet heat made your toes curl and vision blurred. Shunsui’s purposeful rolls of his hips, plunging his cock further into your ass as he brought you down on his cock sent Jushiro’s cock rubbing against your sweet spot, leaving you whimpering, on the verge of blanking out. You didn’t know how to function as the sensation was heady.

“Look at you…all greedy for more, aren’t you pretty girl?” Shunsui purred huskily while his lips grazed your earlobe, continuously rolling his hips expertly to match Jushiro’s tempo. While Shunui’s cock was thicker, designed to stretch you to your limits, Jushiro’s elegant shape was longer and curved to rub perfectly in areas where others couldn’t reach. “You’re making a mess all over us, squeezing us so tightly…feels like you’re about to cum again.”

“P-please…more,” you whimpered as you felt another wave approaching, the same time the delicious stretch of Shunsui’s cock left your ass clenching around him as his head nudged deep, pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness pushing you to the brink as Jushiro’s cock ground in sync against the sweet spot inside your pussy, the friction driving you crazy. Your nails gripped Jushiro’s arms, raking down his limbs as pathetic whines and whimpers left your lips.

Before you knew it, another gush of juices squirted from your pussy again. Jushiro’s and Shunsui’s cocks glided effortlessly through the mess, the slick and lewd sounds ground louder as they began to chase their highs. Skin slapping against skin with the occasional stutter of their hips when your walls gave a particularly harsh clench around them, prompting a hiss or groan. Easily, Jushiro’s lips returned to yours while Shunsui’s trailed along your shoulder, adding to the hickeys already left. The combination wasn’t making things better.

“If you keep this up, gorgeous, you’ll milk us dry,” Shunsui quipped as he planted a kiss on the area he bit, soothing the sting. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want us to fill you up till you’re all swollen and it’s dripping out, hmm?”

Unable to form a coherent response, you whined against Jushiro’s lips as he smiled at your reaction, feeling a sense of pride swelling in his chest that you craved them. You pulled away shortly to look down at the mess between your legs—a ring of cream gathered at the base of both their cocks. Jushiro, taking the opportunity, attached his lips to your other neck to kiss along the curve, whispering sweet nothings and praises of how well you were doing.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered in between kisses. “You feel so good, love. I don’t think I can get enough of you.”

Your hands travelled from his arms to his shoulders, pressing your nails into his skin leaving behind pretty moon crescents. Both their names tumbled from your lips in a series of breathless moans as your legs trembled and toes curled once more.

“Don’t worry, princess. We’ll give just that and more.” At the reassurance from Shunsui, his hand slipped from your thigh to reach for your clit, flicking it lightly and drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. “Just let it all out…give us everything.”

©satsugacafé 2024: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[muzansfangs]

You tell them you got a brazilian wax by a guy.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, human/modern au, mention to female nudity, jealousy, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, language, creampie, oral sex (Aizen!receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, choking, spying on a partner, mention to murderous intents, wax play.

Plot: A trend on Tik Tok made you plot a devious plan to make your beloved boyfriend going mad. He knew you had an appointment for a brazilian wax. He obviously assumed you were going to be assisted by a woman. How will he react, when you tell him it was a man? Will his jealousy go too far? Will your prank get you in a bad situation?

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Sosuke Aizen.

You knew better than messing with him. Your boyfriend and his god complex, along with his mania for having everything under his control could truly be lethal. Quite literally. Yet, you were bored that Friday night. Sosuke was not around and you ended up slumping onto your couch, phone in hand, scrolling through Tik Tok in search for a way to entertain yourself.

You did not really do much, beside chuckling every now and then. Well, that was until you came across a specific trend regarding a thing you were not unfamiliar with. As you watched the way a poor boyfriend freaked out at the thought of his girlfriend getting a brazilian wax from a guy, you could not restrain yourself from testing the waters. Aizen Sosuke, the cold-blooded mastermind you shared a roof with, was going to experience a man’s personal living hell.

It was a monday evening, when he came back from work just to find you laying on your stomach on your shared bed, in a set of black lingerie he had bought for you a few months ago, chuckling to yourself. He furrowed his brows, settling his briefcase onto the armchair beside the window, as he slowly removed his jacket.

His predatory eyes roamed over your curves. He knew you had gone to your monthly wax appointment. He could see your smooth legs and the way your lingerie already showed shaved portions of your nether regions supposed to be covered. If you had opted for such a provocative attire, it could only mean that you wanted to show off your body to him.

“Hello, darling” he greeted you, his trademark grin crossing his lips as he tugged at his black tie to loosen it.

It was hard to keep your play on, as you watched him slowly get ready to devour you. He always took his time, confident that his cold and charming demeanor worked magic on you even before his hands started to trace the curves of your body. It was true, unfortunately. But you had to resist. It was your time to torture him, after all.

“Hey” you whispered, lifting yourself up on your knees as he approached the bed.

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, his hand cupping your cheek as he stood at the edge of the bed, leaning down to let his mouth collide with yours in a demanding kiss. You could not deny yourself such a treat and you returned it with equal passion, earning a guttural grunt from him.

He did not say much, he sat down next to you and it was a silent signal for you to climb over his lap and straddle him as you always did. He had somehow trained you to have some reactions and do specific things in response to his gestures. Sosuke Aizen surely had his own way to make you bend the knee effortlessly at his silent requests.

As you straddled him, his hand reached up to grasp his glasses and he hastily took them off, discarding them somewhere beside him on the bed without bothering to fold them. It was so atypical of him. He seemed eager to have you that night and you could not help yourself but tease him about it. After all, pouring gasoline on a wild fire was the right thing to do to get him even more eager.

“Damn, are you that eager to see me naked?” you taunted him, as he darted his brown chocolate hues on your again. There it was, his lustful glare that made your knees buckle.

“Actually, I’m eager to fuck you” he deadpanned, his hand landing on your neck and squeezing it enough to keep you in place, as his other hand tugged your thong to the side and he glided the pads of his fingers down your slit.

You gasped, arching your back as he smirked down at you “You’re already dripping… If it’s so easy to get you wet, I wonder how you don’t make a mess on your beautician’s couch while texting me” he joked, drawing figures eight on your bundle of nerves.

There you were, ready to drop the bomb.

As he delved his fingers into your aching core, a strained moan falling from your lips, you glanced at him with an innocent smile on your face, as you made the ground shake under his feet “Oh, I guess I have been lucky today. Can you imagine Robert’s face, if I stained the couch?”.

Congrats, Aizen.exe stopped working.

He froze solid, his fingers were still buried deep into you, but he was not thrusting them in his usual smooth movements that made you squirm. His eyes were locked with yours, a small frown on his face. You genuinely thought you had just given him an heart attack.

“Robert” he repeated flatly, clearly unamused.

It was in moments like this, when he was serious, seraphic, that you feared him the most. Aizen could be dangerous, truly dangerous. The hint of wrath sparkling into his eyes gave you chills and you uncomfortably darted your eyes away from him. The carpet underneath his shoes suddenly seemed particularly interesting.

“Yeah, Robert. The new guy who works for my beautician. You know, he helps her” you stated, you mouth feeling like chalk all of a sudden.

The dry laughter leaving Sosuke’s lips made you shiver and it took you a few seconds to realize you had royally screwed up, because he was so nimble to wrap his hand around your throat again, and pin you to the bed underneath him, that you had not realized your position had switched so suddenly.

“I don’t doubt it. He must have enjoyed the view of your legs spread wide in front of his stupid face. — he chimed, a devious smile curling his lips as he paused to clench his teeth — A stupid face I’ll gladly fuck up tonight. Would you love to see it, love? I could take his heart to you, offering his pulsing, wretched organ to you. I’ll gauge his eyes out of his skull. I’ll squeeze the life out of him—” he hissed, each time the threat becoming similar to the ones the slashers whispered through the phones to their victims in the stupid movies he loved to watch with you, only to feel you curl up next to him on your sofa.

They were hilarious, according to him.

“Aizen, I was fucking joking! Stop! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok!” you quipped, eyes rounded as you cut him off.

Your boyfriend arched his dark eyebrows up, tilting his head to the side and slowly releasing his grip on your neck. He looked almost disappointed. Not towards you. Maybe, he truly wished to kill someone. Because he would kill whoever dared to even glance at you.

His jealousy was skyrocketing.

“I see. — he stated then, before hopping back on his feet and slowly unbuckling his black leather belt — Since you love to use this pretty mouth of yours for talking bullshit, open it to make amend. I’ll obviously come into your mouth, darling. I expect you to swallow” he hissed, gripping your hair and dropping his pants down to his ankles.

Maybe, just maybe, he took a day off from work every month to accompany you to the beauty point. Perhaps, he stalked you down, when you went on your own, because the idea of a random Robert staring and touching your pubes truly made him want to commit a mass murder.

Shunsui Kyoraku.

Shunsui was the perfect victim for this trend. As soon as you ran into that video, you could picture the look of horror on his face as you told him another man had touched you in such an intimate spot. You were simply his. No man could enjoy the sight of you with your legs opened wide to show off your intimacy, no man but him. Eveything was settled and your plan took place two days after you had visited your beautician.

Shunsui had just returned home after a business trip and you had decided to welcome him not only by cooking his favorite dish and buying some extra saké, but by being his personal dessert.

As he ran his hands down your smooth thighs and practically folded you in half, your legs pressed against your chest, you knew that teasing him in the aftermath of such a passionate encounter was going to do numbers on him. His little usual nap was going to wait, after all, because his mind was just about to get pested with horrendous scenarios of a non-existing man exploring his little nest.

“There it is… Look at you, baby, you got such a perfect little hole to fill with my cum” Shunsui panted, his fingers gently spreading your labia as he watched in pride and awe his seed oozing out from you.

You were absolutely drained, your thighs still trembling and your breath irregular as you tried to get a grip of yourself and calm down. Yet, how could you, when the man who had just fucked you to oblivion was Shunsui Kyoraku? He had such a fine way to unravel you that you almost felt guilty for what you were about to say.

Lazily pushing yourself up on your elbows, you hummed and watched Shunsui slump down next to you “Oh, I know. You are definitely not the first man who has ever told me that” you casually commented, sitting up properly and running your fingers through your hair in a futile attempt to fix them.

Shunsui knew about your ex. Even though he was jealous about anyone that was not him, he still did not think of your ex as a ghost from the past threatening your relationship and he actually had no issues in listening to you talking about him. After all, you were his. That man had lost you forever.

“Well, your ex then had his way with words too” your boyfriend stated, a playful smile crossing his lips.

“My ex? Nah, I’m talking about Murata” you replied, laying back down and rolling on your side to face him.

Shunsui Kyoraku, your loving man, was now definitely interested in what you were saying.

Arching his eyebrows up and resting his head on the palm of his hand, he curiously inquired “Who’s Murata? Your gynecologist?”.

You chuckled and shook your head “My what? No, babe, I’m talking about my new beautician’s co-worker. Murata is such an amazing guy, you know? His fingers are so delicate and he applies the wax in a tender way” you lied, sounding as serious as you possibly could.

You swore you had seen his eye twitch, as he grasped your hip drew you closer to him. Your eyes widened as Shunsui’s hand slided down the small of your back and cupped your rear, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Where did this Murata boy put his fingers?” he huskily asked you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you swallowed thickly. Oh, you knew exactly what was going to happen.

Were you regretting that little stunt you had pulled? Oh, you were for sure.

At your lack of answers, Shunsui sighed and rolled you onto your stomach. His hands gripped your hips and he raised your waist up, until it was at the perfect level with his pelvis. But no, he was not going to claim his domain on your inner walls again. A little punishment was in store fore you.

“Poor little baby, she tries to prank me but cannot even play the part until the very end. Good, that’s good, though” he chuckled, before you parted your lips to let a soft whimper leave them and turn your stomach upside down.

“Shunsui! Babe, I’m sorry! It was a prank! I promise” you piped out, blushing as you hid your face down onto the pillow.

“I’m not having it”.

Spanks it was. But he surely made it up to you later on.

Urahara Kisuke.

Your pervert boyfriend and this trend were a perfect combination for a disaster. It was like throwing powder into a fire. But it sounded like a good idea for you, therefore you persuaded yourself nothing would have gone wrong. Kisuke was not a jealous man. Of course he was protective and a bit territorial, but he never actually made a scene or freaked out, when a man tried to hit on you. He believed you could handle the situation perfectly on your own and, on top of that, if he had to step up and chase the stranger away, he surely avoided violent conflicts.

You two were laying onto your shared bed, Kisuke on top of you, as his mouth was latched onto your throat and his hand was currently between your thighs.

Whimpers and heavy breaths filled the air, while his fingers deftly plunged into you, making your lips part to chant a lewd melody he loved. He knew so many ways of making your knees buck and drag orgasms out of you that it was not a surprise that simply fingering you could make you scream out his name.

“Do you even realize how wet you are? You’ve soaked my whole hand and wrist, you dirty kitten” he cooed in your ear, slowing down the pace he had set a tad bit to enjoy the way your walls clenched onto his slender fingers so tightly.

As he did that, decided to slip his fingers out of you, only to glide them down your folds and enjoying how soft, smooth and slippery they were after the wax appointment you had gone to yesterday.

“So soft, you are so soft, you know?” he teased you, grinning as he took his hat off with his free hand.

Now or never. It was time to drop your bomb.

“Yeah, I know. — you breathed out, glancing up at him and resting the back of your hand over your forehead before letting out a dramatic sigh —I expected you to use some original terms to describe my pussy, though. I mean, Jason used those exact words yesterday. Tsk, I expected you to do better than him” you gingerly said, averting your eyes from him.

Urahara Kisuke went silent. The pads of his fingers glued to your folds, he tried to process what you had just said. A man? Did you mention a man? Additionally, not even a native one, judging by his name, therefore he surely did not know him.

“I’m sorry, who in the holy Soul Society is Jason?” he quizzically asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at you in utter shock.

“Who?”.

“Jason. Who is this J-A-S-O-N man?” he replied, his eyes dangerously darting onto the lit candle on the night stand.

If his kitten was up for playing with fire, he was going to let you play with it.

“Oh, Jason, right… Well, he waxed me yesterday. He praised my flesh in such a basic way it was hard not to laugh at his face” you replied, pushing yourself up onto your elbows as Kisuke simply hummed and reached for the candle.

At first you got confused, eyebrows knitted together while your eyes followed his moves and the way he began to look at your thighs while licking his lips. It was only then that you remembered how he had wished to try some wax play with you. Eyes widening in shock, you gawked and sat up.

“Kisuke! Baby, wait, wait! I was kidding! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok! I promise, I’ll cut the crap!” you fretted, cupping his cheek in your hand and peppering his face in kisses. You were evidently begging for mercy.

The shop-keeper, however, shrugged and delicately pushed you back down as he smiled at you “Oh, I see! But you now owe me some sex therapy, kitten. Now, let me try some wax play and I’ll eat you up. I’ll make you scream so loud Aizen will hear from Muken!” he taunted you, winning you over with his last joke.

“You are a dork…” you chuckled, slapping his shoulder.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

If someone wanted to get a reaction out of this stolid man it was by messing with you. How did they even think about touching his delicate flower, the woman who had successfully made him smile again after so long? A mad Byakuya was not a problem people wished to deal with and, naturally, you did not want to make blood run down the streets. But it was so tempting, so fun. You could not restrain yourself, right? Your boyfriend needed to experience that little trauma too.

It was a lovely summer night, your boyfriend was still locked up in his office and you decided to pay him a visit. Along with buying some take-away in his favorite restaurant, you were going to deliver him a rather spicy dessert. No one was around anymore. The only sound eachoing down the corridor was the sound of your heels clicking onto the marble floor.

When Byakuya saw you walking past the threshold of his office, he faintly smiled. You were surley a sight to behold, especially in that flowery dress he adored. Running up to him, you threw your arms around your neck and pecked his lips gently.

“I was missing you” you said softly, as he made you sit comfortable onto his lap.

Byakuya hummed and kissed your nape, his arms hugging your waist as he redirected his gaze back on the laptop on his desk. He worked way too much, but how could he not? The Family Company constantly required his attention and assistance. But now you were there, ready to catch his attention with some salty prank.

“How was your day, love?” he asked you softly, typing something on the keyboard.

“Quite good. — you stated, smiling softly — And I got some news. My beautician had called in sick today, I was assisted by her colleague” you absent-mindedly said, not getting much of a reaction out of him. You had been vague, indeed. He had no reason to suspect anything, after all.

“Really? And was his colleague good?” he asked.

“Oh, yes! Really good. I got to say I was put in a rather unusual position, but overall he was professional” you chimed, closing your eyes as you mentally prepared for hellfire to break out.

And it did.

Byakuya cleared his throat, his grip on your waist tightening even so slightly as he nosed your cheek gently “He?”.

“Yep. I’m talking about Santiago” you casually said, smiling softly.

“Santiago. Mh, I see. — he replied, prompting you stand up, much to your dismay and confusion, but as he grasped the back of your neck and pushed you down onto the empty side of the deak, you squirmed — And was the position he asked you to strike that uncomfortable?” he said calmly, unbuckling his belt with one hand, meanwhile he allowed the other one to hike the skirt of your dress up.

“Y-Yes… You could say so” you meekly replied.

The smack on your rear you received afterwards making you squeak out softly, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip.

Byakuya sighed, lowering his mouth to your ear “You know, baby, when you want to prank someone, you should be careful in not messing up the plan. How was I supposed to fall for that, when you have sent me the link of the video?” he purred, as you gaped in shock.

Your jaw went slack, as reality dawned onto you: so that was why Rangiku had not replied to your video and text ‘check this out, Byakuya is gonna be so mad’.

You had sent it to Byakuya.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry! It was a cute idea!” you protested, but he had already slipped your panties down your thighs, a soft groan leaving his lips as his fingers glided down your smooth slit, earning a little squirm from you.

“I know. I have a cute idea too. Spread your legs and let me show what I am talking about” he practically commanded.

Gosh, did that make you wet.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! An old draft and promise to some of you that I have finally finished! Thank you so much for having been so patient, I genuinely appreciate your feedback and enthusiasm at times. This was pretty fun to write and definitely a breath of fresh air from all of my other requests. Let me know what you think about it! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreacited!

Until then,

X O X O

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KINKTOBER DAY 9 - Hate fucking/degradation: Sosuke Aizen x Female Reader x Kisuke Urahara

Summary: Aizen hates you. He hates you so much. It’s why he comes to all your parties, especially the one you’re having tonight, because he hates you so much, you know? He hates your cute smile, your sweet personality, your doting attention to him, and how he thinks about you constantly. He also hates you talking to Urahara Kisuke.

TW: MDNI! Modern AU. Aizen is a tsundere in this, I guess? (not familiar with the -dere types haha). Creepy Aizen, violent thoughts, implied stalking, jealousy, panty stealing, dry humping, dirty talk, hair pulling, rough sex, double penetration (vaginal & anal), denial of feelings.

Word count: 3588

Read on AO3 here.

Aizen hates this.

No, he loathes this.

He sits in your apartment seething, sipping the beer bottle you had given him, as he watches you play the wonderful hostess to Hirako Shinji and Urahara Kisuke (and everyone else).

He hates beer, but he graciously took the bottle you gave him. How could he say no with everyone around, with you batting your disgusting, stunning eyes at him, and telling him it was your favourite brand?

He wanted to pour the bottle over your head instead.

But no, the mild-mannered Aizen Sosuke was polite, kind and gracious. That would be unheard of to everyone.

Except you. You wormed your way under his skin, into his thoughts and his dreams. It was almost as if you knew what would enrage him, trick him into letting his mask slip.

There were other people in your apartment, but he didn't care about them. His eyes were on you alone, as you mingled with everyone. But every so often you would come to check on those two, specifically Urahara. Aizen narrowed his eyes when saw the faintest hint of a blush on your cheeks.

Aizen would also catch you glimpsing at him every so often, but you would quickly turn your head. You played it cool with him. He didn't like that.

He wanted to snap your neck and force you to look at him, but you danced a fine line with him instead.

Every chug of the disgusting beer reinforces how much Aizen doesn’t like you. How he doesn’t like anyone in this room, but especially you.

You wanted to throw a party for the fun of it, claiming you felt like being social, and he was the first person you asked. He frowns at the memory, recalling the way you cutely smiled as you thought of who else to invite (which was everyone he hates), what snacks you serve (foods that revolted him) and what drinks to offer everyone (alcohol that disgusted him). Your idiotic, beautiful smile irritated him. And he agreed to come over.

“Oh maybe I should invite Urahara-san and Hirako-san! That would be fun, wouldn’t it be Sosuke?” You laughed, a grin spreading wide on your ugly, lovely face.

People sit next to him, chattering away and ever the courteous person, Aizen responds. He has a reputation to uphold. He gives a fake chuckle at some inane joke a person, who he doesn’t care for, tries to make.

Another person chats with him as they talk about politics, but it’s too shallow of a conversation for his liking. Aizen hates their opinions and rather smash their face in, but he gives a polite smile and offers a mild oppositional thought. But it goes over the person’s head and Aizen is furious.

Aizen engages with more people at your party. He laughs with them, smiles at them, but he’ll catch you looking at him, a knowing smile on your hideous, angelic face.

It’s why Aizen hates you. You enjoy his presence, especially when he’s alone, away from the fawning and cooing of women and men around him. He hates how fast his mask slips around you. You manage to pull out his cold personality, where’s he’s cruel with his thoughts and feelings towards other people, where he thinks he’s above everyone.

Especially you.

It’s why he excuses himself to go to the bathroom, but instead finds himself in your bedroom. As if he hasn’t been here before.

He hates you so much, which is why he knows where you keep your clothes, your bags and your dirty laundry.  He’s staring at your hamper in disgust as he sees a black, lacy thong. Of course he doesn’t like you, it was earlier today when you bent down to grab your pen in front of him and he saw your pussy covered by the offending fabric. And you gave him that thoughtless, cute smile as if you didn’t flash him. He hates you, that’s why his cock is growing hard.

Aizen picks up the flimsy piece of underwear, seeing light, sticky residue where your pussy would be.

He isn’t doing anything wrong. You deserve this because you had the audacity to invite him over in the first place. He hates you so much, he’ll cover your ugly, sexy thong in his cum.

Aizen lets out a groan as he fists your thong over his cock. His eyebrows are furrowed, thinking about the way your ass was so round and perky, the only thing that would make it perfect were his missing handprints.

He can’t stand you, as he thinks of you finding him like this. How you’d have that stupid, beautiful smile of yours and help him. How you’d politely sit between his legs, licking the tip of his cock. Of course he hates you, it’s why he hisses out your name as his cum covers your thong, as he lays on your neat bed that smells of you.

He stares at the pair of panties in his hand, covered in his cum, as he uses it to wipe his cock clean. Aizen tucks himself in and pulls out his phone, taking a photo of his prize. He doesn’t like you, it’s why he has photos of your cum-covered blue panties, your nude-coloured bra and now your black thong.

He leaves your bedroom as it was before and makes his way to your bathroom. He’s washing his hands, grimacing at the scent of the soap. The scent reminds him of you, sweet and floral, and it infuriates him.

No one bats an eye to Aizen as he enters the room again, picking up a new conversation with someone else he can barely tolerate. He sees you mingling with Urahara again.

One pointless conversation after another, but soon people began to leave your apartment. Aizen is sitting on your couch, drinking another bottle of your favourite, disgusting beer. He watches you giggle and joke around with Urahara, as Hirako excuses himself to leave. You give him a hug, and it’s a bit too tight and too long for Aizen’s liking, but he continues chatting with the random person blathering away next to him, nodding his head to another terrible opinion.

He should have left your place sooner. He should have never come at all. Which is why he’s the last one there as Urahara leaves. Aizen can’t stand you, which is why he’s staring intently as he sees you give Urahara a tighter, longer hug.

The party is over and it’s just you and him. Aizen takes off his fake glasses and glares at you as you hum and clean your apartment. He doesn’t like you, which is why he’s helping you with the trash.

The two of you sit on the couch, and Aizen gets a whiff of your shampoo. It’s pleasant and clean and it bothers him like no other. You sigh and lean next to him, “thanks for coming, Sosuke. I know you don’t like these things.”

Aizen doesn’t say anything as he glares at you, but his body is relaxed as he feels you lay next to him. His hate for you is beginning to make him feel disoriented.

“I have a present for you for being so good today.” You give him a soft smile, and he wants to grab your face. If it were any other person, Aizen expected a bottle of his favourite wine, an actual meal he’d appreciate or a book he’d enjoyed.

Instead, you stand up and slip your hands under your skirt, handing him the lilac panties you were just wearing. Aizen’s eyes are wide as you place it in his hands, as you sit back down next to him, snuggling into his chest.

This is why he hates you. He hates this gift. He hates how you make him feel.

“What is this?” He asks, his tone pointed and laced with venom.

“My underwear. I figured you’d want to keep a pair this time.” You say, a small yawn escaping your lips as if you two were talking about the weather.

Silence echoes the room, as Aizen stares at the panties in his hand, back to you. Your eyes are drooping. You’re too comfortable around him and he’s sick of it.

He rather see you cry over his cock in your mouth, your pussy or your ass.

“You’re an insufferable woman. What makes you think I’d enjoy this?” Aizen sneers, but the grip on your panties is tight, his knuckles are white.

You smile at him, eyes drooping, “Sosuke, I think you know why. Can I watch you cum on them this time?” You cup his face and steal a peck from his lips, leaving him in shock again.

But before you can lay on his chest again, Aizen grabs a fistful of your hair, earning a yelp as he forces your head up. Aizen is furious, his eyes flaring, but you smile, giggling at his reaction.

“You should relax sometimes,” you laugh, but wince as his grip gets tighter in your hair, “you’re so nice, it makes me puke. We both know you don’t give a rat’s ass about most people.” You crudely laugh.

Aizen’s eyes flash again. He thinks about slamming your head against the wall, but brings your face close to his, smashing his lips against yours. Your arms claw at his chest as he nips at your lips, forcing you to open your mouth as you feel his tongue enter.

Then he pulls you away, the hand in your hair gone as you felt the dull pain from your scalp. Aizen’s face is expressionless as he runs a thumb over your disgusting, lovely lips.

“Were you mad I was talking to Kisuke-chan?” You give him a snicker, crawling into his lap. “I’m so sorry Sosuke,” you teased, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his bare chest.

“You’re a vile woman.” Aizen scoffs, pulling your hair again to stop your kisses. You’re being forced to look into his eyes, and he watches in amusement and disgust how gorgeous your eyes are with tears threatening to spill.

You moan into the kiss as you feel Aizen grip your hips and pull you down against his erection. Your bare pussy rubbing against the cloth, adding friction between you. He pulls away from the kiss again, and you whine, “Sosuke, you’re so mean.” You pouted, then gasp as he leans into his seat, your pussy rubbing against his erection again.

Aizen gives you a cruel smirk, “I thought that’s what you wanted, or do you want,” Aizen slightly lifts your hips, “something else?” and slams you against his erection again, earning a loud groan from you. You bite your lip and try to steady yourself against his chest, while Aizen grins at watching you struggle. “Why don’t you show me what you want?” Aizen remarks cruelly, his eyes glinting with danger.

You trail your hands down to his pants, but he stops you, grabbing your wrist and placing them on his chest again, “I didn’t give you permission to do that.” Aizen scolds you, followed by a heavy smack against your ass. You yelp in his lap. “I said show me what you want.”

Your cheeks feel hot as you adjust yourself in his lap again. You shakily lower your hips against the bulge in his pants, the feeling forcing you to moan. Then you feel Aizen’s hands on your hips again, guiding you to a steady rhythm, until you feel your orgasm fast approaching.

You writhe and moan in Aizen’s lap, as your pussy rubs across his cloth-covered erection. Aizen watches in satisfaction at the tears spilling from your eyes as you chase your orgasm. His name echoes across the room as you scream. You clutch his shirt and pant loudly, your breathing shaky and eyes watery from what just happened.

Once you catch your breath, you lift your hips and look down, “oh Sosuke, you made such a mess of your pants.” You coo, reaching down to touch him, only to be shocked that he’s still hard.

Aizen smirks at you, “wasn’t it a dirty slut that just made a mess of my pants? Or is she too cock-hungry to notice what she’s done?” Your cheeks flare red from his insults.

But before you could quip back at him, your phone rang, it was the buzzer to your unit. You quickly grabbed your phone and immediately answered it, while in Aizen’s lap.

Aizen kissed your neckline, squeezing your breasts as you answered the phone. “Oh hi! Yeah, no worries. You can come up right now.” You happily said, earning a frown from Aizen.

He narrowed his eyes, unsure of who was on the other line.

“Don’t you worry, Sosuke! We’ll still have fun, I promise.” You giggle, kissing his cheek.

Then rapt knocks were heard, as you rushed to the door. You peeked through the peephole to make sure it was your guest.

“Hi Kisuke-chan! Come right in, I’ll go grab your stuff.” You smile, pulling him inside.

Aizen fucking hates you.

“Oh, hello Aizen-san. I didn’t know you were still here.” Kisuke sheepishly laughed, noticing the disheveled look on both him and you.

You appeared with his unopened sake box, “here you go!” You said, smiling brightly at him. You leaned into him, and whispered into his ear, “but you’re more than happy to stay. We’re just about to have some fun.” You teased, before beaming at Aizen.

“I don’t want to intrude or impose.” Kisuke smiled back, “but if the hostess insists…” leaning down to give you a kiss.

Aizen stares coldly as you pull Kisuke to the seat next to him. “Oh Kisuke-chan, you’ll have to forgive me.” You pout, “Sosuke-kun gets a bit jealous.”

The two of them watch you crawl to the ground, finding yourself between Sosuke’s spread legs. With no hesitation, you pull his stiff cock from his pants, precum dripping down his shaft. You look up at him as you swallow his tip, savouring his taste. Sosuke stifles a groan, but leans back into his seat, his fingers threading your hair once again. You moan softly around him then pull yourself away, lapping at his cock as your hand replaces your mouth.

“Sosuke-kun, it’s ok to share.” You tease again, your other hand on Kisuke’s thigh. Kisuke wastes no time and pulls his erection, sliding his hand up and down before you grab it in your other hand. You fist both cocks, taking turns to taste each one.

You soon find yourself bobbing your head on Kisuke’s cock. You run your tongue over the veins of his shaft, not noticing Sosuke left his seat.

Until he licks your slick cunt. He laps at your clit in fervor, pumping two fingers inside you. As if he were a starving man, eagerly lapping at your cunt. The lewd sound fills your ears as you continue to suck on Kisuke’s heavy cock. You gasped loudly once Sosuke pushes his cock into your weeping cunt. You pull your mouth away, moaning loudly, before Kisuke taps your face with his cock. Sosuke bends down to your ear, pounding away at your pussy, “dirty slut, finish what you started.” He sneers, pushing your head back into Kisuke’s cock.

Kisuke smirks down at you as you struggle to fit him with Sosuke thrusting behind you. Before you know it, Kisuke’s slamming his cock down your throat as Sosuke relentlessly fucks your pussy, slapping your ass along the way. You whine and cry as the two men use your body as they see fit.

Kisuke pulls his cock out of your mouth, saliva dribbling down your chin and his cock. A sharp cry escapes your lips as Sosuke rubs your clit, forcing another orgasm out of you. The sound is obscene in your living room, as your pussy clenches tightly around him.

Then he pulls out and sits back on the couch. His cock standing erect, covered in your glistening juices. Sosuke pulls out a condom and slides it over his shaft, before throwing another one to Kisuke.

“I have a present for you,” Sosuke smirks, “but only if you sit here.” He says, pointing to his cock. Your eyes widen, your pussy clenching as you make your way into his lap, but he forces your back to him. You stare at Kisuke, as he slides the condom over his own cock. You begin to pant as Sosuke grabs your thighs and forces them apart, lining his cock with your ass. Your puckered hole inches away from his tip.

Your pussy was soaking wet that your juices covered your puckered hole. You inhaled harshly as Sosuke pushes his cock inside your ass. The burn was a new sensation, but he took care to rub your pussy, distracting you before he was fully inside you.

You moaned at the unusual feeling, your pussy aching to be filled. Kisuke watched in amusement, “did you get your fill? Or is that not enough for you?” He teased, a cheshire grin appearing on his face.

You bit your lip and spread your pussy lips for him, “there’s still room for one more” you murmur, circling your pussy. Sosuke started to thrust into your ass, moans bubbling out of you, “Sosuke-kun needs to learn how to share tonight.” You tease.

Kisuke laughs, “I’m happy to oblige.” Kisuke bends down to your pussy, pressing his face as he licks away, sucking on your clit as he circles a finger around your entrance. Unlike Sosuke, Kisuke’s taking his time with your pussy. The swipes of his tongue are long, but gentle, as if you were a meal he was savouring. You tug on Kisuke’s hair as another orgasm approaches, your pussy throbbing from the sensation of Sosuke’s cock buried in your ass, and the gentle touches of Kisuke’s mouth. But before you could beg for more, Kisuke gently cups your face and kisses you, his cock pushing into your pussy. The feeling was different than Sosuke’s, but you felt so full. Both men stayed still, letting you get adjusted to the feeling of both their cocks.

But Sosuke was impatient, he doesn’t want you to get familiar to the feeling and slams his hips into you. He bites your ear and shoulder, and any part of your exposed body. Kisuke kisses you in return, as he increases his pace in your sore cunt.

The feeling’s too much though, and tears spill from your eyes as your body loses itself from the pleasure. Kisuke feasts on your breasts, while Sosuke reaches to your clit and rubs it gently. You writhe in between them, chasing your orgasm.

You clench your pussy as Sosuke rubs your clit faster and harder, Kisuke’s thrusts matching Sosuke’s pace. “She has such a tight pussy, Aizen-san. No wonder you don’t want to share.”

Sosuke glares at Kisuke but says nothing.

“I c-can’t.” You babble, another orgasm fast approaching. You whine at how full they make you feel, before you cum again. Kisuke’s thrusts become more erratic, matching Sosuke’s intensity, before they both cum inside you.

Kisuke is the first to pull out, kissing you gently on the lips. Sosuke’s softening cock is still in your ass, as you squirm in his lap. You watch Kisuke tuck himself away and put back his clothes. He throws away the condom and grabs his belongings.

“Have a good night’s sleep, you two!” Kisuke beams cheerfully, waving goodbye, as if he didn’t fuck your pussy sore.

It was just the two of you now. Sosuke kisses all the bite marks he left on your body. You can’t help but wince as Sosuke pulls himself out of you. Your ass is sore from him fucking you silly and the spanking he gave earlier. You laid on the couch as Aizen got up, pulling the condom off his soft cock. “Sosuke-kun, don’t leave please.” You whined, your body completely sore from what just happened.

Sosuke stares down at you and holds the used condom over you. His cooling cum drops all over your face. Sosuke hates you and thoroughly enjoys rubbing cum into your skin. He can't stand how you look beautiful with his cum all over you.

“I’ll stay.” He says softly, scooping you into his arms. He doesn't like you, but relishes that you asked him to stay instead of Kisuke. He carries you to your bedroom and tucks you in.

“Did you and Urahara plan this out before?” Sosuke asked, in denial that he had a threesome with two people he disliked. He finds it disgusting how cute you look when you’re sleepy.

Yawns escape your mouth as you lie next to him, not registering his question. “Thank you for tonight, Sosuke” you say, sleep lacing your words, “I’ve never tried anal before.” You murmured, “I’m glad it was with you though.” Sosuke’s shocked by your words, but a small part of him reels in the fact that he was your first, not Kisuke.

“Were you planning this from the start? Have you fucked Kisuke before?” Sosuke asked, narrowing his eyes at how… easy it was to get him to fuck you.

Sosuke glared as you pulled him closer to you. You yawned loudly again and snuggled into his chest, “you think too much, Sosuke. I’m yours, nothing’s gonna change that.”

Sosuke sighs in annoyance, “I hate you so much, you insufferable minx.” But you’re already asleep. Sosuke can’t stand you but has the best night’s sleep with you in his arms.

PHEW. WOW. Didn't expect to write this one today, but here we are!! The title on AO3 comes from Sex Schön vs Sam Amant - Psycho Bitch (TW youtube link contains blood/injury!).

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bleach men eating you out - part 2

characters: ichigo kurosaki, renji abarai, tōshirō hitsugaya, uryuu ishida, byakuya kuchiki

part 1: urahara kisuke, aizen sosuke, kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyōraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

ichigo

he isn’t the best at it, but he sure puts all his heart into it—kissing and licking without stopping, making you moan shamelessly without letting you catch a breath.

“i-ichigo,” you moan, your voice barely audible.

“mm?” he stops for a second, looking up at you, his face covered in your wetness,his eyes adoring. his hands press against your legs, keeping you still as he touches your pussy with purposeful intent.

“p-please… p-please make me…”

“of course, y/n.” he dives back in, licking you all the way down “i got you” his tongue flickering against your pussy more rapidly until you reach your orgasm.

byakuya

byakuya is the type of man who takes his time, making every touch feel planned, determined, every kiss a slow-burning tease. his lips trace a path over your body, his voice smooth like a calming breeze. “my beautiful woman…”

his tongue moves with calculated precision, worshipping you, relishing each second. in the stillness of the morning, he whispers praises you’d never expect from a man like him. “you taste so good, my love.”

your mind crumbles under the weight of his words, his mouth working you over with unshaken focus. “i won’t stop until you’re satisfied.,” he murmurs, and you know he means it.

tōshirō

he takes pleasuring you very seriously—focused, precise, determined to be the best for you.

“do you like it like that, y/n?” he asks between kisses, slurping against your cunt, teasing your clit with each flick of his tongue.

“right there?”

before you can answer, he dives in deeper, his tongue pressing into you while circling your clit with his thumb in a way that has your body trembling.

“t-tōshirō, baby… f-fuck—”

he doesn’t let up. his fingers start thrusting into your pussy, moving fast and his mouth relentless. your legs try to clamp around his head, but he pushes them apart, refusing to stop until you melt all over his mouth, his abs—anywhere you want.

renji

renji is the type of man who researches before trying something new—and he always wants to try things with you. his goal? to leave you shaking after every experiment.

“renji, c-can you…”

“wait a sec, y/n…” his brows furrow  “so… i should lick like this?” he glances at his phone, then leans in and drags his tongue over your cunt. but when he looks up—sees your parted lips, the way your chest rises and falls, the absolute wrecked expression on your face—everything stops.

“shit… sorry, baby.” and then he’s all in, no more overthinking, just feeling—the way you tremble under him, the way you fall apart so easily when he does it the way you like.

ishida

he catches you by surprise when he does it—kissing everywhere, collarbone, chest, belly—before slowly kneeling in front of you. “i-ishida?”

“shh.” his fingers part your folds “be still” and his tongue flicking against your throbbing pussy while his piercing gaze locks onto yours. “oh my g—”  the intensity is overwhelming, a sharp contrast to his usual composed self. his dominant nature remains, even when he’s the one on his knees.

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Beauty of the Blondes

[katsuma6]

Them walking in on you while you're changing. (Pre-relationship)

Inc: Grimmjow, Ichigo, Renji, Toshiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Byakuya, Aizen, Gin.

Warnings: crack, suggestive

[brittscafe]

𝐒𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞?

Pairing: Kisuke Urahara x gn! reader.

Summary: When a certain shopkeeper catches you cuddling with a stuffed animal.

Content: Fluff, nothing suggestive, just Kisuke Urahara making fun of you.

Your stuffed animal is in your arm as you're occupied watching a show on your computer. The door to your room clicks open and you perk up your head.

A certain, familiar shopkeeper walks inside and your eyes widen, heart dropping.

"Urahara! What are you doing here?!" you raise your voice, panic flooding your body. He chuckles with a raspy voice and glances down at the stuffed animal that you're gripping onto for dear life.

"Nice stuffed animal," he comments with a calm voice. Kisuke's blonde, shaggy hair hangs down in front of his hair as he grins over at you. You quickly clear your throat and lower your head with shame.

"Shut up," you mumble out, tearing your gaze away from him as your face starts to get hot. Kisuke throws his head back and lets out a loud chuckle, slowly walking over to you.

Each step that he takes and gets closer makes your stomach twist into knots.

"Awww, are you embarrassed, y/n? Come on, I'm just an old, attrattive shopkeeper. I won't judge," Kisuke's words are soothing as he places his finger underneath your jaw, lifting your face up to his.

You stare into his glistening eyes for a moment, his mouth spliting into a grin "Really?" you question him in disbelief and Kisuke nods his head.

"It's cute. Now scoot over," Kisuke reassures you, pressing a soft, swift kiss on your cheek. You blink, trying to take in everything that has just happened and you glance down at your stuffed animal, then back up at Kisuke who's eagerly waiting for you to scoot over.

You scoot over on your bed and Kisuke climbs in the bed with you, grabbing the stuffed animal out of your eyes. You shoot him a firm glare and he pulls you into his arms.

"You really wanna cuddle with that instead of me?" Kisuke asks and your mouth gapes open. His words just know how to leave you stunned and with your cheeks burning.

You bury your head into his chest and groan. Kisuke's lips twist into a smirk and he tightens his grip on you, side-eyeing the stuffed animal that's been put aside.

Ko-Fi

@uraharasfavoriteexperiment

[holyhadesimweird]

adapting

masterlist

pairing : kisuke urahara x fem!reader

summary : after being banished to the human world, kisuke knew he would need adjusting. luckily for him, you help him assimilate. but you are human and kisuke knows how short human lives are.

word count : 2.4k

requested by : @apocalypsesushi-chan

request/prompt : "Kisuke and his hobbies, lifestyle since he practically assimilated to the World of the Living. I often wondered how he managed to discover more of human technology, the candy stores, since he has a sweet tooth and falls for someone in that world despite the lifespan difference."

warnings : things are not accurate because i actually know very little about kisuke's banishment, unrealistic 1900s because that's most likely when kisuke was exiled, non-accurate woman from the 1900s. many pov changes. also i cannot write long and intricate pieces so i'm so sorry.

notes : my boyfriend kind of looks like kisuke and i am madly in love with both of these blond idiots. also i am extremely bad at writing angst because i only want the best for everyone so i hope the happy ending is okay. i hope you enjoy this.

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~early 1900s

walking home from a friend's house, you couldn't help but be nervous about how late it was. it was very late for a woman to be out and walking by yourself.

continuing towards your home in karakura town, you couldn't help but sigh. you were in your mid twenties, and your friends are married and having children while you were still single. it was embarrassing for your family and it was starting to become a touchy subject when with friends.

"excuse me miss?" you heard a man ask, grabbing your attention.

turning towards the voice, you saw a tall man in a black cloak with strange blond hair. he seemed confused, not aware of his surroundings. you figure he's drunk and make note to not do anything that would set him off.

"yes sir? how may i help you?" you ask quietly to not cause trouble.

"i need help. i was... left behind by my friends and i have no where to go." he explained, a look of embarrassment on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. he didn't sound drunk which was a good start.

"do you know where your friends are staying?"

"...they left me for good. i'm all alone and i have no place to stay." he said.

"...i ...i might have room in my living room for you." you said, feeling bad for the man. "follow me, i was just on my way home."

gesturing at him to follow you, you continued on your way home.

"my name is (y/n) (l/n). what's yours?" you asked, looking up at the man who walked beside you.

"it's kisuke urahara. it's a pleasure to meet someone so nice and so beautiful." he said, a light blush spreading across your face at the compliment.

"oh i'm not beautiful, but thank you mr. urahara." you replied bashfully.

"i do think that in all my years, i've never met someone as beautiful as you. but whatever you think, doll."

not knowing what else to say, neither of you talked until you reached the door that would lead to your apartment.

"i don't have much space in my house for you. i can sleep on the couch if you'd like?" you offered as you unlocked the front door, turning on the lamp that sat in the entrance.

"i'd hate to take a woman's bed from her. i'll sleep on the couch, don't you worry about me. you're being such a doll anyways, i can't take advantage of you." kisuke said.

"well mr. urahara, welcome to your new home." you said, offering a smile.

all he could do was admire this angel that took him in and smile back.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

weeks later, kisuke found himself staring at the sweet in front of him in wonder.

"what is this?!" kisuke exclaimed, looking at you from across the table as he put the lollipop back in his mouth.

you had offered him a sweet called a lollipop, and he adored it. the sweetness reminded him of your smile.

you were introducing him to so many new, human things. it was amazing. he wished he could document all of this.

"i also bought you a notebook. i figured you may want to write things down in a journal and you've been here for so long now that i felt bad you didn't have anything to write in."

amazing, what perfect timing. he thought to himself.

"this is amazing. you're such a doll. what would i do without you?" he asked rhetorically.

"well, for one, you'd be on the streets." you teased.

"now now, be nice to this old scientis-" he cut himself off, your expression changed to one of confusion and he wanted to kick himself for slipping up.

"scientist?" you questioned. "you're a scientist? that's amazing! kisuke why didn't you tell me this?!" you continued, excitement in your voice.

"it didn't come up?" he offered the explanation with a sheepish look on his face.

"you can talk to me about anything, you do know that?" you asked, reaching a hand out to him. "i'd love to hear about your work."

"...i know. i will eventually. don't worry about me, doll." he said, trying to ease your worries.

"...alright then kisuke." you gave in. "now, i love sweets and i think you do too. would you be interested in opening a sweets shop with me?"

"i would love to, my dear."

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

"...what do you mean she can't be helped?" kisuke questioned.

"i mean, mr. urahara, that your wife cannot be helped. she is far too sick and cannot be cured." the doctor said. kisuke didn't correct the doctor when he called you his wife, too upset by what the man was saying.

"but there has to be something. we are both men of science, there has to be a way. something to help her." kisuke pleaded.

"i'm sorry, son. get her comfortable. spend time with her. she'll be gone before you know it." the doctor turned and left your apartment.

it was now 4 years since kisuke had been thrown into this world, stripped of his spiritual abilities and alone. it had been 4 years since he started living here.

it had been 3 years since you helped him officially exist in the human world so he could work and do whatever he wanted.

it had been 2 years since he was able to get a job and was saving up to open up that sweets shop with you.

it had been about one month since you got sick.

and now, it had been minutes since the doctor told him you wouldn't live past this disease.

kisuke always knew in the back of his mind, that you would age and he wouldn't. that one day, you'd have lived a long life and would go to the soul society after passing. he knew how short human lives were, but he didn't expect his time with you to be so short.

he didn't know what to do now that the doctor had confirmed the worst.

you were going to die and kisuke couldn't stop it.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

one month later, kisuke stood in front of the gravestone that had your name carved into it. he couldn't believe you were gone.

"open up the shop, please. maybe it could be a variety store, you can display your trinkets and the sweets and a variety of other items." you suggested. "do it for me. i need to be a little selfish before i die. you have to open that store kisuke. you never know what it could lead to. maybe you could be a scientist again."

he liked the idea.

taking your hand in his, he admired the band he placed on your ring finger 3 weeks ago. you two had never discussed your feelings, too content to bother and now you were out of time. but he wanted the rest of your life, however long it may be, to be filled with happiness and not sorrow. though there wasn't an official wedding, you two considered each other husband and wife. you were happy.

"anything for you mrs. (y/n) urhara." he said before placing a kiss on your hand, just above the ring on your finger.

"i love you too, kisuke urahara."

looking down at the ring on his finger, he decided he would honour your wish and open up the store.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

30 years had gone by since your passing and kisuke had long since opened up the shop you two talked about and even got back into contact with tessai and yoruichi.

it had taken him a while, but he no longer felt pain when thinking of you.

he did a lot of things for you since your passing. he opened up the shop, he was experimenting and creating things, he was living in the human world semi normally and it was all thanks to you. he was interested in human technology and couldn't thank you enough for the impact you left in his life. he was playful again, knowing that that's what you would want. though your time together was short, you'd shown him a lot of things and how to fend for himself in the human world. he hoped that if you were in the soul society, you were happy.

his only regret was not telling you the truth about himself. when he felt he was ready to talk to you about his life as a soul, you had gotten sick and he didn't want to burden you.

running his hand along the seem in the front of his haori, kisuke felt the familiar weight of the ring he sewed into his haori, near his heart. not wanting people to ask about it due to the small bit of sadness that still crept its way into his heart sometimes, he hid it away. but it was always there to comfort him, it was there with the weight of a smaller band, belonging to you.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

"what did you just say?" the woman in front of ichigo asked.

ichigo recognized this woman, kisuke had very old photos of her in his shop, hidden away in his private quarters away from customers. ichigo never asked, but he had assumed this woman meant something to kisuke for him to have her photo displayed.

"i said, 'my master is kisuke urahara.'." ichigo repeated, his hands on his zapankuto, waiting for you and ikkaku to strike him.

ichigo watched as the expression on your face softened and you lowered your zanpakuto before looking at your squad member.

"i'm not fighting this ryoka, ikkaku." you said, surprising both ichigo and ikkaku. "he knows something i need to know. i can't have him dying."

"then i'll fight you as well (y/n), you know that." ikkaku said.

"bring it." you challenged. turning to ichigo all you could say was, "after we save your friend, bring me home. bring me to him."

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

"you know ichigo, i've been in the human world before. when i was a student, training to become a soul reaper. when i crossed the threshold, i had a vision, a memory of my human life, come into my mind. it was a man, tall and blond, he was playful and fun. all i heard was the name 'kisuke urahara' before the memory ended." you recounted to the teen who was with his group of friends, ready to go home. "souls remember very little, or nothing, of their human life. i remembered him and when i heard you say his name, i knew i had to help you. please bring me to him."

"you've got it." ichigo said as all of you stepped through the threshold. "it's the least we can do for all you did to help."

the next few moments were a blur as you ran with everyone to the official gate. the world finally was stabilizing itself after landing on what appeared to be a flying carpet.

"my, my. welcome back everyone." you heard.

looking up, you saw the same tall blond man in your memories, but his back was turned away from you.

"urahara, but how?" ichigo questioned.

"it's good to see you again, young ichigo." the man said, turning slightly to look at the teen over his shoulder, his fan covering part of his face.

in doing so, he saw you.

losing all train of thought, kisuke's eyes widened and he turned to fully look at you, dropping his fan. he wondered if he was hallucinating. you were just as beautiful as the day he lost you. but now you wore shinigami clothing.

his lips parted and he wondered what he should say. it had been around 90 years since you passed as a human. he wondered how much you remembered of your human life. if you remembered him.

not being able to make out the words being said to him and around him by the others, kisuke asked tessai to take everyone home and told everyone he would talk to them later. he stood and offered his hand to you, hoping to take you somewhere private.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

once you were outside of the shop, the two of you began talking.

"you did it." you whispered, staring at the building in front of you.

"of course i did it." he replied, placing a hand on the small of your back. "you asked me to do it and i wasn't going to go against the request of my wife."

looking up at him, he saw your eyes filling with tears.

"i don't remember much. i remember very little of our time together when i was human. but i had a memory come back to me and i only remember you promising me something and saying i love you. i remember the feeling that i felt in hearing those words. i was elated... but i was also sad and i knew that something wrong was happening for me to be sad." reaching up to place a hand on his jaw, cradling his face with your hand, you continued. "i was sick wasn't i? i died too early."

taking a deep breath, he pulled you into his chest and hugged you. "you were sick. and you did die too early. but you showed me how to live in the human world without even knowing what i was. you helped me live and now i do so much more than what i imagined i would do in the human world."

"now, show me this shop of yours kisuke urahara. i want to see what you've created from my idea."

letting out a laugh, he took your left hand in his, and tried to fish something out of his haori but stopped when he realized he couldn't. "...i might've sewn our rings into my haori. ...i'm gonna have to remove them."

laughing at him you pulled on his hand and entered the shop he built for you.

[weeping-statue]

“The loss that shaped me.”

-Angst; Blood; mentions of stabbing; nothing extremely gory; this is set in the past;

He should have protected you, he should have done better.

If he’s being honest there was a lot of things he should have done, but never did.

Like tell you he loves you more often, be more empathetic, open up about his emotions.

He knew from the start that he might lose you, either from your own hands or the enemy. But he wouldn’t let you go so easily. He made you hold on, he made you need life. If you loved him as much as he loved you, you’d stay. And stay you did, until he got sloppy.

You were cornered by the enemy, he had told you to run for it, run and don’t look back. That he’ll be fine. He just didn’t account for one of the stray enemies behind coming after you.

When he had finally managed to get out of there, adding more blood to his hands, more souls to haunt him, he went to look for you. Only to find you in a pool of your own blood. A large hole in your stomach, as if they had plunged what ever nearby object they could find into you.

It was cruel, and unfair, and all of the other words he could think of.

He ripped off a piece of fabric from his clothes, and tried to stop the bleeding, even tho he knew it wasn’t going to work.

The hope he had fought against the reality.

He only glanced up when he heard your unsteady voice, brows furrowed and jaw locked.

“All I ever wanted was to feel okay. At the time I believed my demise was the only way out. Because of that, I used to have open arms towards death, I wanted it even though it didn’t want me back. But now that my feelings are returned, I don’t know if I want it anymore. How selfish is that?”

“It’s not selfish,” he breathed out, hands gripping tightly at yours. Watching the blood drip out of your mouth with each cough.

“You worked hard, trying to- no, not trying to fix me, or save me. Trying to love me. You knew what could happen, yet you still found room for me in your heart. I can’t explain how thankful I am for you.” Your hand gently squeezed his with what little strength you had.

“Stop it. Don’t talk like that. You’re gonna be okay, I know it. We’re gonna find you help, and you’re gonna be back on your feet and in my arms like nothing happened.” That was the hope in him talking, believing his own words until he’d have to learn the hard way.

It wasn’t just a blow to his heart; but to his ego. He’s never lost, not a battle, not a game, he’s always come out on top. Or so he’d like to believe. But losing you felt different, it felt so incredibly wrong. Like this wasn’t meant to happen. Like it wasn’t real.

The moment he watched the life fade from your eyes, was the day he’d figure out how cruel the world could be. He’d never forgive it, he’d raise hell for this brutal act. Nobody could replace you, nobody could stop him until he was reunited with you.

Idv; Norton Campell, Richard Sterling, Weeping Clown, Naib Subedar.

Bleach; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Kenpachi zaraki, Shinji Hirako, Renji Abarai, kisuke Urahara.

Rdr2; Arthur Morgan, Dutch VanDerlinde, Javier Escuella, John Marston, Sean Macguire.

[deathbxnny]

You and Me here. | Kisuke Urahara x Gn!Reader

This is so self-indulgent omg... but I've been feeling motivated to write so much lately, so this is my official and first offering to the Bleach fandom-

Synopsis: Kisuke always had secret worries regarding your relationship and past together. He felt like your choice to still be there with him was out of necessity due to your unfortunate situation... but you're more content with it than he may think.

Content: Vague mentions of Kisuke's past, angst, fluff, established romantic relationship, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not fully proofread))

When you gave up your life in the Seireitei for the man you loved more than life itself, you were asked why you'd do such a foolish thing for him. Was he really worth it? Worth the banishment and exile from your home and old life? Worth the pain and agony of knowing you could never return? Worth losing identity, your family, your friends, your status… Everything?

And your answer back then, the one that led you to now calmly stand in a small kitchen, humming to yourself peacefully as you made breakfast, was yes. He was worth it. Even if the man himself, legendary Kisuke Urahara, former captain and prodigy, thought otherwise.

The morning sun was filtering in through the open windows of the Urahara shop, the chirping of the birds and rustling of trees alike blending in with the sound of you pouring tea into a cup. It was way too early for any of the two children, which you considered your own, to be awake, and therefore, you took in this moment of idilic peace for as long as you could. Gentle and careful hands suddenly then grabbed onto your hips, familiar blonde locks tickling the side of your face, as a certain someone took a content breath of your sweet scent and food you had made. "Morning, my love." He hummed into your ear, his thumbs absently rubbing circles into your hips in silent thanks. You turned your head with a smile, one that made his tense shoulders relax. "Good morning, Kisuke... did I wake you?" Your voices were hushed, not wanting to wake anyone.

The man closed his eyes and hummed a lazy 'no' into your neck, unwilling to move away from you despite the tasty breakfast practically dangling infont of him. "That's good... come on, let's eat before the kids come." You chuckle, dragging the man into his chair and handing him his well-deserved meal. It was a routine you both had fallen into over the many years, centuries, you've spent here now in your home. But today... you were quick to notice the difference in your lover's behavior. What would usually be filled with a morning of teasing words and laughter was now simply silent and solemn. You could feel the unsure energy shift, the nervousness in his pensive gaze that turned to the window, the unsaid words that lingered in the air that must've burned on his tongue.

You could tell he was thinking about something important, which he always did in the form of new plans and equally as questionable experiments. But you knew there was something else on his mind this time, something much more sinister, perhaps. You've known him for way too long not to notice, of course. And he must've known that, as he placed down his cup of tea with a sigh. "Yoruichi is coming to visit today. I hope you don't mind taking over the morning shift for a while? I'll reward you with a kiss if you do~!" He attempted to fake his usual playful tone, quick to stand with no further elaboration, not that he really needed to. His old companion visiting was not unusual, and if anything, it was more than welcome. But that wasn't what made you arch a brow. "Sure... are you okay, Kisuke?" You asked, watching as the man passed you and made his way out of the kitchen with a hum.

"More than okay~!" He sang out, and you had no time to inquire about his issue any further when Jinta and Ururu came rushing in for their share of the breakfast, too. Your eyes lingered on his retreating form, lips pressed together in worry that you pushed away for the sake of the starving kids.

"Y'know... I believe you're just overthinking this again." Yoruichi hummed, her hand idly swishing around her cup of milk tea as she spoke. She knew the man well, and therefore was easily able to tell what exactly was bothering him. "Besides... if they really were unhappy here with you... then they would've never followed you to begin with. You should know that." The blonde sighed at her words, knowing she was right. But even so, there was something in him that still disagreed. It was irrational, very much emotionally driven, than anything else. It has been bothering him for decades now, corrupting his mind and leaving him restless on most nights, even when you've never left his side for more than a day in all your time here. So what was it that made him still doubt the sincerity in your choices?

"I... am aware of that. But that doesn't make me feel better about it." "So you're feeling guilty?" He bowed his head to conveniently sip on some tea as she said those painfully true words, which confirmed her suspicions. Putting her cup down with a slight thud, the woman crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. They've had this conversation many, many times before. And whilst she understood his worries to some extent, she didn't want him to ruin what he had with you. You were good for him. More than he could ever acknowledge.

"Urahara Kisuke!" She called out, leaning forward with a narrow of her eye. "Have you even slightly attempted to bring this up to them? I bet they'd be more than elated to tell you about how much they love you. I'd know..." She said, a small grin tugging at her lips at all the times she had to listen to you do that exact thing. But the man still looked stubbornly unconvinced. "Yoruichi-" "-Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say." She attempted to mock his posture, clearly trying to get her point across once and for all. "Oh, but they ultimately had no choice! They would've had to leave one way or another!"

"Is that really how I sound to you?" The man asked, his eyes hidden by the shadow of his stripped bucket hat. The cat woman gave him a stern glare, clearly not liking that he was avoiding the situation again. He was intelligent and brilliant in many things... until it came to you and your feelings for him. You've been a couple for many decades now... and yet, he still acted as though he made you to at gunpoint. It would be funny if she wasn't so exhausted of it. And she was sure that you, too, were starting to catch onto his insecure thoughts and shenanigans.

Back then, before your life's in the world of the living, his worries mostly surrounded his unexpressed feelings for you. He didn't think he was worth your affections, especially not if other captains like Shinji existed, who had already tried his luck with you. And Yoruichi remembered how hard she had to fight to make the man in front of her even consider speaking to you again afterward. It was a struggle, but now she can say she was proud of herself for pulling through... until the next challenge came by in the form of whatever this was supposed to be.

Shaking her head, she tilted her head at him, eyes now alot softer in knowing empathy. "Listen. I get it. What they did, everything they've sacrificed, it was crazy. But that's just proof that they love you more than you know... man, for someone who's supposed to be a prodigy, you're painfully dense." Kisuke chuckled weakly at her words, his eyes glinting slightly in the sun with an unreadable look in them. "Hm... maybe you're right." Yoruichi felt her eye twitch. "I know I'm right!"

Pushing the door to the shop open, Kisuke stepped inside and let out a hum when the familiar sound of your and the kid's laughter filled his ears. He considered himself lucky to hear it, no matter how many times he did. Many years ago, when he first met and began developing his deep rooting feelings for you, he dreamt of coming home to moments like these. Leaning his body against the doorway to the small living room, he watched you three play a silly board game together. You were smiling brightly, hand reaching out to mess with Jinta's red hair, whilst Ururu cuddled into your side on the couch.

Yoruichi's words rang in his mind, reminding him of all the good he had in his life through your presence in it. And you were beautiful like this. So radiant and alive. You had changed alot since your time in the Seireitei and know that Kisuke was watching you so closely, he realised that you've changed for the better. You were free and could be yourself here. Here with him. Your eyes suddenly found his, and it felt like he was breathing again. You were the air that filled his lungs, as without you, he'd die. His world was worth nothing before you came into his life.

"Kisuke! Come play with us!" You called out, patting an empty spot next to you. The man gave you his usual grin back, quick to do as you asked. And as the children were momentarily distracted to ponder over their next moves, you leaned your head against his, your lips brushing against his ear lovingly. "Do you feel better?" You asked, and he chuckled gently in response. You were so perceptive. But that would be a conversation for another day, as he was beginning to understand his own misconceptions and flaws regarding your own feelings. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, a kiss pressed to your cheek affectionately before he responded.

"Yes. I feel better now. Thank you."

[satsugacafe]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: hey, I just discovered your blog and love it! so cool to see bleach fanfic blog. can I please request headcanons for Kisuke, Kyoraku and Aizen, dating a strong female shinigami? (if it wouldn't be too much I'd love to know your particular of that relationship during the Quincy invasion)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Kyoraku Shunsui, Urahara Kisuke, Aizen Sosuke

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: My first request! Thank you so much for sending one, and I hope this was done to your liking.

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You display the newfound strength you’ve gained, during the 2nd Quincy invasion before your partners, leaving them impressed.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Kyoraku Shunsui

Standing at the edge of the once pristine 1st Division, now the ruins of Wandenreich, Kyoraku watched you dance through the fleet of low-ranking Sternritters and drop them like leaves. You hadn’t even released your zanpakuto, instead, you used your spiritual pressure to deliver the deadly blows. Tilting his hat as he continued looking on with a hidden smile, he watched a higher-ranked Sternritter approaching from behind, thinking they could sneak up.

Little did they know that he trained you to fight over the years—the master of sneak attacks. Grinning as you dodged their blast and returned the favour with a kick to their stomach and a fist to their jaw, he gave a low whistle.

“Well, that one’s not going to make it out,” he chuckled.

However, the Sternritter was persistent and refused to stay down. Launching at you once more, this time you were already walking off the field with your back turned to your enemy, Kyoraku’s hands reached for the hilt of his zanpakuto. You weren’t showing signs of being aware and the enemy seemed to be coming onto you stronger. In a flash, he moved into the shadows, leaving Nanao behind and appeared on the field, not too far away from the Sternritter.

At the same time, Kyoraku moved out of the shadow to cover the ground and cut down your opponent, you spun around and unsheathed your zanpakuto, calling its release and slashed the Quincy in midair. Upon contact, what was once a small explosion when your sword collided with your opponent, became a violent torrent of flames and heat, engulfing a portion of the field.

“Well, it appeared that I was merely mistaken, sweetheart,” he muttered and adjusted his hat as he stepped back from the heat. “You had everything under control.”

“Of course I did. Who taught me to be calm when facing my enemy and take them by surprise?” you grinned as you sheathed your sword and walked over to stand in his shadow. There was a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, clearly stating that you enjoyed teasing him and showing off.

“That would be me,” he grinned and straightened his shoulders pridefully. “Say, your Shikai has gotten quite stronger than the last time. It’s equivalent to your Bankai. You’ve been holding out on me.”

“How else am I to protect you,” you laughed and tip-toed to kiss his cheek, earning the sound of his his throat being cleared. “My damsel in distress.”

“Now, now. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sweetheart. I’m the Captain-Commander, and it’s my job to protect you,” he reminded with a playful tease, his voice low and rough. “However, I am proud that you’ve gotten stronger. You’re one of the reasons why the Gotei is still standing.”

Flattered by his words, you felt yourself becoming flustered and unable to hide the smile stretching across your face. “You and your sweet words, Shunsui. You might as well charm every opponent and turn this war around.”

“That’s not a bad idea. I could pull through.”

Laughing at his humour, your eyes softened. “Thank you for recognising my strength, means a lot to me.”

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Urahara Kisuke

“Bakudo 81: Danku. Hado 88: Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!”

Whipping his head around at the sudden waves of intense reiatsu coming his way, lo and behold, the source of the voice and spiritual pressure came from you, his lover—one he hadn’t seen in some time. Behind him, the arrows that made their way towards him collided with the barrier, and the lower-ranking Sternritters vanished into dust once the blast made contact with them and a serene silence fell over the field. He didn’t need to check whether or not the Sternritters died, you were never one for doing things half-heartedly.

“Close your mouth, Kisuke,” you muttered with a roll of your eyes as you hopped off the giant boulder and strolled over him. There was a faint smirk on your lips as you observed his spellbound reaction to your new and improved abilities. It was over a year since you last saw him when you returned to Seireitei after your mission in the Human World ended.

Gathering himself as he shut his mouth and stared at your approaching figure, you were still the same from the last time he saw you, amazing and strong. Just much stronger than before. “80’s Kido back to back with no incantations? Impressive. I didn’t know you had that in you—”

Elbowing him in his ribs before he could finish his statement, you pursed your lips at him. “How else am I supposed to get stronger, Kisuke? I’m a Shinigami, you were a Captain. I can’t be looking weak when I stand beside you, now. Can I?”

“At least you chose to save me in such a dramatic fashion—a damsel in distress,” he teased, and returned Benihime to a cane, so he could lean against it. His other hand was propped on his hip as he continued to look at you in awe. “I appreciate it. Makes me realise that I have lots of catching up to do—you’ve gotten stronger than me.”

Rolling your eyes at his antics never changing and his persona still the same, your arms came up to wrap around his waist and return the hug. His warmth was suffocating, but the kind you missed in the year. “Oh please, if I used an 80’s Kido, you would get back up like it’s nothing. If I wanted to do damage, I might have to hit you instead.”

“Don’t remind me,” he muttered and pulled away to rub his rib where you elbowed him earlier, still feeling the lingering pain from a simple hit. You had indeed gotten stronger, and it made his heart swell with pride, it even glimmered behind his eyes as he stared at you in silence. Just looking at the way you stood confidently before him told him everything.

“Just know that I’m proud of you.” His words stumbled out his word before he could realise it, leaving you stunned.

Catching yourself for a moment, you blinked a few times and turned to walk away. “We’ll have enough time once this war is over to talk about how proud of me you are. Come on now, Kisuke. We have a war to win.”

“Yare, yare.” Grinning with a shake of his head, he happily trailed behind you, letting you lead the way with your newfound strength. “So long as you show off a little more for me.”

“Don’t push it, Kisuke.”

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Aizen Sosuke

Everyone was in a panic as the sudden horde of remnant spiritual pressure fell through the barrier from the Soul King’s Palace and started devouring Shinigami everywhere. You and your comrades weren’t too far from the slaughter, and from where you stood, you saw Captain Kuchiki and Lieutenant Abarai and Kuchiki in the distance, attempting to fight back. Rushing down to meet them with your fellow comrades at your side, you all encountered an even larger volume heading your way, causing them to retreat, leaving you to face it. Gathering what strength you had; you took a deep breath and raised your hand towards to amorphous mass.

“Seeping crest of turbidity. Arrogant vessel of lunacy. Boil forth and deny—”

In the distance, seated in a reinforced chair, bound yet exuding his usual unsettling aura, Aizen Sosuke watched you with a piercing intensity. His haze burned through the chaos, unflinching even as the mutated reiatsu creatures lunged towards him and were struck down by the protective forces surrounding his confinement.

“Grow numb and flicker. Disrupt sleep, crawling queen of iron. Eternally self-destructing doll of mud. Unite. Repulse. Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness. Hado 90: Kurohitsugi!"

The black coffin materialised. It wasn’t as perfect for a second attempt, but you managed to capture most of them before it collapsed, leaving behind faint remnants of them. The force behind the implosion sent you stumbling backwards, your butt colliding with the ground as your vision blurred. The drain was immediate and overwhelming, leaving you gasping for air as your reiatsu flickered weakly around you.

“Imperfect…but impressive nonetheless.”

Whipping your head around, nearly gaining whiplash, Aizen was sitting amongst the rumble, calm and collected with a proud smirk on his face. He looked every bit impressed at your performance as he held eye contact with you, saying everything he wanted to express. Even after two years of not seeing him, he exuded an effortless dominance that sent shivers down your spine.

“Sosuke?” you whispered in awe as you stared at his sealed figure.

“I see your time has not been wasted in my absence.” He continued, his gaze locked onto you as though nothing else existed on the battlefield. “Stronger than when I last saw you. Though I must admit…I didn’t expect to see you attempting a spell of that calibre. Were you hoping to impress me?”

You felt yourself growing flustered despite the exhaustion weighing down your body. “I wasn’t trying to impress you. I didn’t even know you were being brought out,” you laboured as you attempted to roll over on your knees.

“Indeed, though, I much rather sit here and observe you in your new element. It is…more interesting than helping your beloved Gotei 13.” He did always have a way with words when praising you. “However, you are in no condition to continue. Stand aside and let me handle this.”

“Sosuke—”

Unable to protest, you blinked in surprise as his reiatsu flared, powerful and suffocating despite the restraints. The remaining creatures that approached were vaporised upon contact, squealing as his reiatsu crushed them. It was a chilling reminder of how dangerous he was, even bound.

Meeting his eyes with the same fire that burned intensely when you two were together, he smirked. A flicker of concern in his eyes diminished by pride as you looked at him in awe. “You’ve done well, Y/N. Leave your precious Seireitei to me.”  

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[muzansfangs]

hello, may I request bleach male characters reaction to F! reader breaking up with them in a modern au?

You break up with them.

Starring: Kyoraku Shunsui x f!reader; Jugram Haschwalth x f!reader; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; mention to Jushiro Ukitake, Ulquiorra Cifer, Yoruichi Shihoin and Sosuke Aizen;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: sfw, angst, modern au, breaking-up, alcohol consumption, toxic relationship, self-deprecating behavior, mental struggle, anxiety, psychological abuse, inferiority complex, suggestive themes, mutual pining, power imbalance, family problems, trust issues, infedelity, violence, gore;

Plot: Once upon a time, you were happy by their side. Things changed, though. Their flaws, their behaviors hurt you to the point of no return. You left them, they are now coping with the absence of the only woman they had ever claimed to love, whilst you try to build yourself up again.

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Kyoraku Shunsui.

Lumpish, unsteady steps approched your bedroom. He probably figured you were already asleep. After all, it was three in the morning. However, you were wide-awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, a luggage at your feet and a livid expression plastered over your face. You had spared him the fatigue of moving cautiously in the room not to startle you. The last act of magnanimity you had ultimately decided to grant him.

“What are you doing awake, sweetheart?” Shunsui slurred, a frown on his face, droopy eyes boring into yours as he sauntered towards you confidently.

You scoffed, even jumping on your feet to catch him in your arms, when he tripped over the carpet. He was blind drunk, the stench of saké wafting over your face making your skin crawl and your heart shatter in your chest. It was already broken, for what could matter, hence your decision to leave. On the other hand, you cared way too much about him.

Shunsui sighed, slumping down onto the bed, weary from the lack of sleep and hours spent chugging down enough alcohol to slip you, or anyone else, into an ethylic coma. Dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair and a feminine perfume that was not yours had given him away that night, like the privious ones. This relationship was toxic and you were not going to spend the best years of your youth attempting to save the life of a lothario who had a tendency of loving self-destructive activities.

“I’m leaving, Shunsui. We’re done. I can’t do this anymore” you simply explained, watching him sulk, obviously expecting you to give up on him, sooner or later.

“Is there anything I can do to make you stay?”.

You felt tears prickle at your eyes, jaw clenching as you shook your head and picked up your trolley. You were devastated.

“Don’t make it harder than it already is. — you admonished him, swallowing the lump in your throat as he stood up and tried to reach for your hand, but you stepped away — No, Shunsui. I tried really hard to show you how much I cared about you, about us. All you did was choosing bottles of liquors over me”.

“Honey, wait, I care about you, let’s go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow—” he rambled, his grey eyes shimmering in the dimly illuminated bedroom. They always seemed sincere, even his tone was softer and somehow more serious than it usually was. Yet, you knew better than falling for his sugarcoated promises to work on himself.

“There’s no tomorrow for us. We’ve been there before, Shunsui. I’m tired of being the only one invested into this relationship! It’s one-sided and, frankly, I don’t deserve it” you declared, watching him slick back one of his unruly cowlick constantly tickling his nose. You were going to miss him, of course you were.

No one fell out of love in one single night. Naturally, you were not an exception. You could not stop the tears rolling down your cheeks, not even a sob escaping your quivering lips, but you could run away to save your heart from being buried underneath a pile of ashes and dust, shambles of the wildfire consuming what remained of your love. Shunsui knew he had lost you. He fell onto his knees the moment you turned your back at him and walked out the room. He was in no condition to chase after you, not right now. He cussed and fell onto his knees, hands planted onto the carpet, fisting the fabric in his huge hands out of frustration and despair. It was all his fault and he knew you were right.

The sound of the front door slamming close made his heart sink into his chest as he punched the floor in anger. He was worried sick about you. Disappearing from his life in the dead of the night, alone, in a city as big as that. He felt miserable. He wanted you back. He wanted you safe in his arms, not alone at the bus station looking for a place to spend the night at.

You were right to leave him. He had no right to stop you. Shunsui knew he did not deserve you. But he could try to change and, hopefully, win you back. The last thing he did before laying down onto the floor was sending a message to you.

“Please, send me a text, when you’re somewhere safe”.

Obviously, you did not text him back, but your mutual friend Jushiro did. At least, Shunsui thought, you were in good hands. Better than his ones, undoubtedly.

Haschwalth Jugram.

It happened after the umpteenth dinner at the Royal Palace. Your relationship with him was balanced. He treated you with so much care, stared at you from across the rooms in adoration and reverence, gave you more than you could have ever asked for. The real problem was who he was: a Prince, the scion of a Royal family that had never truly accepted you and the class you came from.

His father’s glacial stare spoke volumes, it made you feel so out of place you often ended up having panic attacks during balls and dinners. The spotlight was perpetually on you. Snippy remarks from his mother and the uptight members of the upper class hanging around the royal family poisoned you to no end. Restless nights and a sudden incapacity to concentrate on easy tasks, such as walking down aisles alone, or dancing with your beloved boyfriend under their attentive eyes, were the results of their ferocious tongues.

The worst part of it was that you had no one to talk to about the stressful situation you were experiencing. You had been forced to move to the castle with your boyfriend, determining your connections outside to keep their distance from you. Your old flat had been abandoned along with your ordinary life. Nights out in a pub with your friends had become a taboo and even the necessary visits to your parents had been drastically reduced to mere lunches with bodyguards roaming through their house.

Talking to Haschwalth about your uneasiness and discomfort had led to arguments between the two of you and you had not failed to notice how his mother seemed uncharacteristically gregarious the day after your altercations with her son. Maids talked a lot, unfortunately. However, you were not going to tolerate this situation any longer. Collecting your clothes and belongings into a bag, you had asked Haschwalth to meet you at the train station, after escaping the bodyguards’ watch, while shopping at the mall.

When he found you, alone, piercing blue eyes pinning you on the spot, he realized it was the end of the road for you two. You were distraught, hands wiping away the tears from your face, whilst you attempted to talk.

“I love you. I really do. But that’s not the life I expected to live with you. It’s never the two of us. They hate me, Haschwalth” you started, your boyfriend’s jaw clenching.

“I am expected to become the King of this Country. If you wish for me to turn my back at my family, you are clearly mistaken” he replied lowly, twisting the blade in your heart already making you bleed out before his magnificent eyes.

You shook your head “That’s why I have to leave, Haschwalth. I don’t want you to give up on the throne, or go against your family. I just… I needed you to stand by my side, when they denigrated me publicly” you punctuated, but even this was not enough to make him flinch.

They had taught him how to suppress his emotions well. Stolid, impassive, detached from sentimental matters. Maybe way too much for him to build a strong, intimate connection in a healthy relationship.

He did not look away, instead he took a single step closer to you “You do understand that’s not affordable for the future heir of the throne? It’s something beyond my willpower. — he replied, voice firm and devoid of any affection he had usually opted for in your regards — I would never ask you to disrepect your parents, if their antics offended me. Insofar as possible, I’ll make sure you can rely on me. Don’t make a scene”.

“No, Haschwalth. I refuse to be mistreated by the band of lackeys your mother surrounds herself with and pretend everything’s fine! — you blurted out, drawing the attention of some people waiting for their train on the platform — I should have known I meant less than a noble title” you choked out, right before turning around and heading straight to the coach assigned to you.

His eyes followed you, a turmoil of contrasting feelings making their way in his mind. This was far from the life he wanted to share with you. Only when he saw the train departing, he realized he had lost you forever and how severe the emotional damage his parents had inflicted to him really was. He felt kind of dehumanized, an empty shell even in private matters.

Your absence affected him more than you could have ever imagined. He watched you from afar for months, making sure you were fine without him. And you were. It hurt him immensely and, even though he wanted to contact you, he did not. You needed space and time and it was probably for the better. He had watched your lovable smile fade from your face through the time you had spent at the Royal Palace. Now, watching you eat a pizza with your friends, he witnessed to you blossoming again into the radiant girl he had met a long time ago.

Maybe, one day, if you still wanted him, he would have come knocking at your door again, offering his heart to you on a silver tray.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

From the moment you had seen him getting off of his motorbike outside a bar, black leather jacket and cheeky grin modeling the wondrous eyes of the girls sipping on their drinks into glossy hearts, hoping vainly for him to choose them, you knew he was troubles. The wise ones turned their heads away from him, reminding themselves of who he was, where he came from and what kind of a player he was. You had tried to do the same, but you were a little more adventurous and naive back then.

He bought you a drink, rizzed you up and you decided to stay by his side for more than a one-night stand. Boy, how delighted you were to find out he actually had decided to stop collecting broken hearts anywhere he went. You dated for a while, then you settled down and your life turned upside down. You met his friends, learned a little more about the place he came from and you had the confirmation he was part of a gang called ‘The Espada’.

You thought you could handle the situation. You even stitched up his friends for free, when they dropped by your house wounded, collecting scars from the violent fights with cops, or members of other gangs. It took a while to realize Grimmjow did not want to change his lifestyle. According to him, he already had made a lot of progresses since you two had become a couple. You would have been a liar not to agree with him on that: after all, he had even dressed up in a nice clean white shirt and attended a dinner with your parents. He behaved that night, you felt on cloud nine.

But things changed abruptly a couple of weeks later.

He began to come home later than usual, battered, nervous. The news an emerging gang was raising and had declared war to ‘The Espada’ began to spread.

It was your best friend’s birthday and Grimmjow had been invited too. He was busy patrolling a zone, hence he had let you know he would have met up with you later. When hours began to pass and most of the guests had left the party, you sensed something had gone wrong. You hopped into your car, driving to what you had grown to learn was his gang’s den. Of course they tried to keep you out of the situation, but how could you not fight your way inside, when you heard someone screaming at the top of his lungs. The scene welcoming you into that barrelhouse made your stomach churn. A man, battered, tethered like an animal to a chair. His face was a bloody mess, but so was your boyfriend’s one.

When your eyes met, he cussed and punched that man one last time before marching towards you. For the first time ever you feared he was going to harm you too and, when his hand gripped your forearm with far less grace than you expected, you began to wriggle in terror.

“Let me go! Grimmjow, hands off, now!” you squealed, your protests falling to deaf ears as he led you out of the pub.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”.

“Is that even important?! Look at yourself, Grimmjow! That’s blood! There’s blood on your clothes, on your face! What the Hell was that?” you questioned him, hands trying to reach for his face to check on him for any injuries.

He groaned and turned his head to the side scornfully “It’s not mine, alright? Mind your damn business, princess. That’s not a place for you. What is it, don’t you like this anymore?”.

His words blinded you, the sound of your hand colliding against his cheek made you flinch as well. You had hit him. You really had. Despite that, the one sobbing before his eyes were you. He sighed, glaring down at your smaller frame like a caged animal. He was restraining himself.

You took a step back, swallowing thickly “I can’t stand there and watch you ruin your life and… And kill people” you stated then, hands shaking.

Grimmjow shoved his hands into his pockets, eyeing you contemptuously “I was like that before I met you, sweet cheeks. — he gruffly said — If you want to stick around, suck it up. Otherwise, go hook up with a Prince. One of those fuckers whose hands smell like money, not of gasoline and blood”.

The world seemed to shake under your feet, your hand clasped over your mouth as you realized how stupid you had been to fall for him. To believe he could actually change. He was toxic for you. He was a monster. This was not your boyfriend.

“Fuck you” you muttered, jogging towards your car with a blurry vision and stomach cramps. You drove away into the night, miraculously making it back home safe and sound. Clueless, among other things, that Grimmjow had sent Ulquiorra after you to make sure you were fine.

Deep down he knew he had screwed up and, every single time he drove by your house, he remembered all those summer evenings spent on your rooftop with your fingers running through his soft blue hair and how much loved he had felt for the first time ever in his life. It was not just sex. It was not just about the way he fucked you. You were not a random girl. He loved you.

Urahara Kisuke.

A brilliant, laidback engineer who had easily whisked you off to live a colourful life travelling the world by his side. It was easy loving Kisuke Urahara. He never missed a chance to make you laugh and tell you to pack your stuff for your next tropical destination, a trip organized specifically for a project he was working on. He was also a party person, very popular among important people and, unfortunately, with the ladies.

Kisuke would have never broken your heart. This was what he had promised you so many times, espacially while you were tangled into the bedsheets of your bedroom. Panting, sweating, he swore to love you through breathy groans. You believed him, of course you did. Maybe, you should have kept an eye on him and his best friend, the eclectic artist Yoruichi Shihoin. Maybe you should have not let her hang around with him so often. Still, you did not like being controlling. You had no apparent reason to be resentful to her, or to put a leash on your boyfriend.

Staring in horror at the two of them, naked, into the bed where Kisuke had told you so many times you were the only woman he loved, felt like someone had kicked you in your guts. They had played you like a complete idiot. It pained you to find out your boyfriend’s rival was right. He had tried to warn you about Kisuke’s habit of enchanting people with words and hide his second nature masterly.

“I can explain!” Kisuke breathed out, reaching for his sweatpants in a hurry to chase after you.

Yoruichi, on the other hand, sat comfortably on your side of the bed. Her topaz yellow eyes bored into yours, a mocking grin gracing her lips. She could keep him, for all you cared. A man who cheated would have done it again and again.

You scoffed and stormed out of the bedroom hastily “I don’t need a goddamn oculist, Kisuke. Go to Hell” you snapped, hellbent to leave that house as soon as possible.

He ran after you, quick to block your path “Baby, please, I know I fucked up. I’m sorry, I’m terribly sorry! Just… Just let me explain” he pleaded you, the vulnerability in his eyes almost making you faltering. But it was enough. You were fed up. He had cheated on you, you had wasted opportunities and chances to support him in his work. All for what?

Where did it get you? To be disrespected in your own house, under your nose.

“No, thank you, I don’t want to hear another word coming out of your mouth. Congrats for having reduced our relationship to a huge pile of shit. That’s the best construction you’ve ever made” you spitefully hissed at his face, your throat constricting with each hateful word leaving your mouth as you pushed past him and ran off to your car.

Kisuke fell onto his knees, hands fisting his sandy hair, while he realized what he had done. He felt lost without you. Yoruichi made her getaway almost immediately, leaving him alone and with a shattered heart in his chest. The bitter taste of your break-up indulged on his tongue for a long time, culminating in a terrible phase of regrets when he saw you walking by Sosuke Aizen’s side. A gleeful smile on your lips, you let that bastard loop his arm around your waist.

You seemed happy. You truly were. The problem was you were happy without him. This was something he could have never done a damn thing about.

Kisuke knew he had lost you forever.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Angst, yes, a lot of angst. If any of the above shit happen to you, RUN FROM THAT MAN. Those are not red flags, those are RED BLANKETS. Love you all! Let me know what you think about this!

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Love,

Luce