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kiwicopia · 1 year ago

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🔞 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.

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unohanadaydreams · 2 years ago

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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.

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.

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.

#he is dying to be a fairy and get HIS wings fondled #also Yoruichi and Reader bully ship originally had a larger part #but then I was like no this is about Urahara #kisuke urahara x reader #kisuke Urahara x you #Bleach imagines #bleach

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satsugacafe · 1 month ago

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shunsui, Jushiro, Byakuya, Kisuke, Ichigo, Aizen, Grimmjow

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Just a little sumthin-sumthin for my favourite men on such a sweet day. I wasn’t expecting to write so much, but when you love them all >.< Thought you all might enjoy this. Happy Valentine’s Day 💜

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When you’re their secret admirer on such a sweet occasion, do they discover you, or do you remain a mystery.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Kyoraku Shunsui

Lazing as he typically did, reclined in his chair, hat askew and his floral kimono draped over him, he leisurely filed through his abundance of love letters from his fans. Colourful envelopes, sweet, vanilla-fragranced letters with cherry blossom prints, and pink and red paper with origami patterns all passed through his calloused fingers as he shuffled them in his hands. It was typical of him to receive such noteworthy gifts on a romantic day, but they were all the same each year: too rehearsed, too obvious, not that he didn’t mind though…only when accompanied by a bottle of sake.

Pursing his lips as his eyes roamed the envelopes, he paused when he came across one that was blank and heavier than the others with his name scribbled across the front. There was no scent, fancy paper or stamps littered across the package, just his name on white paper. It sparked his curiosity, prompting him to sit up straight and tear the envelope open, his eyes gazing at the contents within.

A letter.

For the great Captain Kyoraku, whose reputation precedes him, though I wonder if it is exaggerated. They say you are charming, but are you truly? They say you are a lover of women, but do you love them well? Or are you merely a tease, a sweet whisperer of words with no real bite?

Well, that caught his attention, as did the rest of the letter, bold and infuriatingly playful, just like him. There was nothing more he enjoyed the most, than a challenge. An anonymous admirer who was toying with him—no signature, no way of tracing them—just with words that spoke of teases.

“Now this—” he gleamed as he held up the letter, “—is something I can get into.”

Later that night, the second letter arrived, slipping beneath his door in the dead of night. But, by the time he pulled the doors open, the corridor was empty. You were swift, he’d give you credit. This time, the letter carried a single fold without an envelope, but attached to it was a single origami, pink heart.

If you want to know who I am, perhaps you’ll have to earn it. Shall we play a game, Captain?

Oh, he think he might have fallen for you and your games.

Over the course of the next few days, the letters continued to flow—each one more daring and flirtatious than the last. Though no name or a hint at your identity was given away, only careful insinuations and a sense of humour kept him entertained. It had been years since someone had piqued his interest like this, and he was damn sure he wasn’t giving up. Not when he had yet to properly try and catch a whiff of who you were.

And then, on the evening of Valentine’s Day, the last letter arrived on his desk, accompanied by the finest bottle of sake—aged and expensive—a new Captain’s haori with an embroidered Sakura pattern. His fingers ran over the delicate pattern, as he gaged the gifts. Clearly, this wasn’t just a casual admirer, this was someone who knew him well enough to pick out gifts that suited his taste, and then the letter.

You’ve played along well, Captain, so perhaps you deserve a reward. If you wish to meet your admirer, you’ll find me where the cherry blossoms bloom the brightest.

He wasted no time, however, not without slipping into his new haori and draping his floral kimono over it, taking a moment to admire how well it suited him. Hastily making his way towards the secluded grove behind the barracks where the trees were known for their best blooms, though the current season withheld their petals, he saw you. Calm, composed and watching him with a nervous expression masked by confidence.

“Well, well,” he purred and stepped closer. “You had me guessing all week, and now I finally get to see the face behind the letters.”

“And are you disappointed?”

“Far from it,” he chuckled. “But I have to ask—what exactly do you want, my mysterious admirer? My attention or something more?”

Grinning with a surge of confidence as you waited for this moment, you reached into your sleeves and pulled out another letter, pressing it into his hand.

If you are as charming as they say you are, you won’t need a letter to know what I want.

“Ah, love,” he charmed and gave a flourish bow. “Then it would be improper of me to not ask you to share a drink with me on this romantic day.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Ukitake Jushiro

The plan was simple, get in and out of Captain Ukitake’s office and be on your merry way. You had done this numerous times in the past month, delivering letters and gifts to him as his secret admirer, without fail. Today should be no different you told yourself as you clutched the box of chocolate, wrapped in an oceanic blue cloth, adorned with shells and glass-shaped hearts and your last handwritten note to him:

To the kindest soul in the Seireitei, a gift that matches your sweetness, though it can never quite compare to the real you. With admiration, your secret admirer.

Your intention was to never reveal your true self. You were content with watching him from afar, knowing that all he thought of you—well, his admirer—was that you were kind and appreciative of his duties as a Captain, and saw him for more than just a leader. That was all that mattered to you most—his contentment and joy at knowing someone adored him in secret.

Turning the corner and checking the coast, you slid into his office as you had done ten times over and skipped to his desk, placing the box of chocolate in the same position as all other gifts. Adjusting it with haste, yet precision, you had failed to hear the sound of the office doors sliding open with a quiet shut. There Jushiro stood at the entrance with a fond expression marring his face as he observed you frantically arranging his gift with quiet mutterings and fussing.

Clearing his throat, his voice calmly cut through the air, urging you to freeze. “Ah, I was wondering when my secret admirer would appear.”

You froze.

“You look like a deer caught in a trap,” he mused, still not moving from his spot, not wanting to overwhelm you any further.

“I—I don’t know what you mean,” you stammered, cursing yourself for being aware that he was lurking nearby. “I um…I’m just delivering this as I was asked to do. Yeah.”

Jushiro chuckled, sounding rich and soothing like the tea he often drank. “Come on now, you went through all this trouble to enter my office and deliver another letter—” he paused to glance at his desk, noticing the size of the package, “—and a gift this time, that probably suits my taste. Surely you don’t expect me to believe it was anyone else?”

You bit your bottom lip and squinted at him. Curse him for being so observant, yet sweet with his acceptance. “What gave me away?”

“You’re concentration and quiet fussing. It was rather…heartwarming to see how involved you were in preparing a gift for me,” he laughed, offering you a tilt of his head to cast a sweet twinkle in his eyes.

Heat crept up your neck the longer you felt yourself crumbling under his gaze. “So…what do you think?”

“Well,” he began as he strolled over to his desk, his finger gently brushing the cloth and then the letter before plucking it from the bow, “I’m sure that whatever this letter and gift contains, it will be very thoughtful and beautiful. So, I must thank you properly.”

Your pulse skipped a beat. “That’s not necessary Cap—”

“Ah, but it is,” he insisted, waving the letter before giving a gentle tap to your head with it. “A gift like this deserves a heartfelt show of gratitude.”

Before you could respond, he closed the gap between you and reached out to brush his fingers over your wrist—light, warm and undeniably tender. The contact sent shivers down your spine.

“You placed so much effort into this. It is only fair that I returned the favour, shouldn’t I?”

“That depends. What do you have in mind?” you nervously asked, meeting his eyes.

“How about a private dinner, and we consider it an exchanged gift?” he suggested.

Your heart pounded. “That sounds…fair.”

His smile softened, and for a moment, you wondered if he had seen through your affections all along.

“Then it’s a date,” he said warmly. “And this time, you won’t be the one sneaking around.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Kuchiki Byakuya

Your heart was pounding from the close call. You hadn’t expected him to return so soon. Your hands were still smelling of the fresh ink you used to sign the letter, and the scent of fresh blooms clung to your uniform. If you got caught now, it would ruin everything—your months of careful anonymous admiration, the poetic letters, the secret gifts, all leading up to today, when you would finally reveal yourself…later tonight.

After a few moments of agonising silence, you cautiously peered around the corner. His back turned to you as he inspected his desk—a single white camellia, carefully arranged beside a wrapped box of high-grade tea leaves. His fingers hovered over the items before picking up the letter, his eyes scanning your words.

Lord Kuchiki, though I have admired you from afar, I have longed to stand before you to speak my heart. If you would allow me, I shall reveal myself to you this evening, beneath the Sakura trees where the wind carries the scent of longing spring. Until then, I remain yours, a secret no longer hidden.

Byakuya’s expression remained calm, composed and nonchalant, however, you noticed a small flicker of something else in his gaze—intrigues, perhaps? You barely had a moment to exhale a sigh of relief when a familiar voice boomed from behind you.

“Should I be concerned about why you’re lurking near my Captain’s office?”

Whirling around to find Renji standing there with his arms crossed and brows quirked in curiosity, you launched yourself at him, slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Shut up!” you hissed, trying to push him further away from the office, given his loud voice.

There was panic in your eyes as you attempted to push him backwards, giving you away, and Renji didn’t miss it. His eyes flickered towards the ajar door, and then back to you before a sly smirk formed on his face. Peeling your hand off his mouth with ease, he gave you a cheeky grin. “No way. You’re the secret admirer?”

“What?! No! Of course not!” you snapped, shaking your head too quickly as you struggled in his grasp.

He hummed in obvious disbelief, stroking his chin with his free hand. “Right. So, you just happened to sneak around the exact moment Captain Kuchiki was reading a mysterious love letter left in his office? Some coincidence.”

“I was just—just passing through, okay?” you groaned, feeling your face growing hotter by the second.

“Really? Because you look very guilty.”

Before you could protest any further, movement behind you made Renji’s composure drop. The sudden appearance of Byakuya’s commanding, yet elegant and refined reiatsu flickered behind you—your stomach dropped. Releasing your hand from Renji’s hold, you swivelled around to meet Byakuya standing in the doorway, his stormy grey eyes falling on you and Renji.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to remain calm as Byakuya studied the situation. “Is there a reason the two of you are standing outside my quarters?” he asked, so calm and measured.

Renji was the first to speak up. “Ah, no sir. I was just questioning our…colleague here about, uh, their presence in the hallway.”

You tensed as Byakuya’s eyes slid over to you. You almost felt as though he was staring right through your soul as if he already knew the truth. But then, his gaze softened just a fraction as he turned back into his office, stopping at the threshold. “Be careful next time.” But you could have sworn you saw the corner of his lip tugged into a small smile.

And with that, he entered his office, shutting the door. Well shit, he knew. There was no way he would make that statement without having some idea that it was you, or was simply concerned for your well-being in his division. You did belong to another division after all. You exhaled slowly.

“Damn, that was close. If I were you, I’d find a better hiding spot next time.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Yeah, yeah. Just—pretend you didn’t see anything, okay?”

He snorted. “Sure. But I gotta say, you’ve got guts. Captain Kuchiki? You really went for the top, huh?”

“At least I have taste, okay,” you muttered, softly hitting him in his chest before turning on your heel and vacating the premises. You still had a few more hours until your planned confession, and you had a feeling you knew exactly the way it was going to turn out. Hopefully, by then, your heart would stop trying to beat its way out of your chest.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Urahara Kisuke

A single rose lay on the countertop, its crimson petals vibrant against the worn wood of Urahara’s shop. He smirked at it, tilting his head in mock curiosity as he twirled his fan between his fingers. “Hmm…another mysterious gift? My, my, how scandalous. A secret admirer, huh?”

Across the counter, you rolled your eyes, arms crossed as you leaned against the wood. “Maybe someone just pities you.”

He let out a dramatic gasp, pressing a hand to his chest. “Pities me? Oh, my dear, do you really think so lowly of me?” He tapped his chin with the edge of his fan, his grey eyes glinting with mischief. “I was rather convinced it was you, actually.”

You scoffed, turning your head to the side. “Why would it be me?”

“Because,” he drawled, stepping closer, “you’re always around, watching me like a hawk, always curious about what I’m up to…” He leaned in, lowering his voice, his breath brushing against your ear. “And you’re awfully defensive whenever I bring it up.”

You swallowed but didn’t let him see the way your pulse quickened. Instead, you scoffed, shoving him back with the tip of your finger. “I’m around because you make me run your errands, you lunatic.”

Kisuke had rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue in playful frustration. “Now, now, lying isn’t very becoming of you.”

“Beats me,” you had shrugged, barely concealing your own smirk as you watched him narrow his eyes in suspicion. “Maybe it’s Tessai. He always does go above and beyond for you.”

“Oh? I know someone’s got a crush on little ol’ me?” he had drawled, tilting his hat to hide the amusement dancing in his eyes. “And the answer is quite obvious…”

Before you could retort, a soft voice interrupted.

“Urahara-san?”

You both turned to see a girl standing before him, nervously holding out a small, neatly wrapped box. She bowed slightly, a faint blush on her cheeks. “I-I wanted to give you this. I…I’m your secret admirer.”

For the first time in your life, you saw Kisuke Urahara speechless. He blinked at the girl, his mouth slightly ajar, as his fan lowered to his side. “You…are?”

The girl nodded, still holding out the gift.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, watching his entire demeanour deflate like a popped balloon. His ego had been so sure that it was you. You had spent weeks leading up to this moment, dropping subtle hints, leaving gifts, making him second-guess everything. And now, watching his face fall as another girl claimed the role he had expected you to fill, was worth every second.

He turned slightly, just enough to glance at you from the corner of his eye while you feigned innocence, clasping your hands behind your back, smiling sweetly. “Something wrong?”

His eyes narrowed.

You could practically see the gears turning in his head. His fingers twitched at his sides, and you knew he was restraining himself from grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking the truth out of you. Meanwhile, the girl looked nervous, unsure of his reaction. Kisuke, to his credit, quickly recovered, offering her a small smile as he accepted the gift. “Ah, well, thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

She beamed, bowing again before scurrying off, leaving you alone with the dumbfounded shopkeeper. That’s when he opened the box, expecting…something different, something that didn’t scream ‘wrong person.’ The moment he pulled out the gift—a high-end tea set, the exact kind he had been eyeing for weeks—he knew.

There was no way.

His head snapped toward you so fast you swore you heard something crack. Your lips were pressed together, and your eyes were suspiciously bright. His eyes narrowed. “You planned this,” he accused, exhaling through his nose, shaking his head as his shoulders sagged. The relief was almost comical. “You little minx…You really had me for a second.”

“Did I?” You tilted your head innocently, watching him place the tea set carefully beside him before he flicked his fan open again, covering the lower half of his face.

“You enjoy messing with me a little too much,” he murmured, eyes shining behind the rim of his hat as he conceived a plan to retaliate in his head.

You grinned. “Only because you do the same to me.”

“Touché.” Kisuke leaned back, sighing in feigned exhaustion. “But really, getting some poor girl involved in this trickery? How very devious of you.”

“Had to make it believable.”

He hummed in approval. “Admirably executed, I’ll give you that. But,” he tilted his head, voice dropping to something more velvety, more teasing, “I do believe this means you owe me.”

You raised a brow. “Owe you?”

“Mmh. Some proper compensation for all the emotional turmoil I just endured.” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “I had truly believed you were my secret admirer, only to have my heart shattered—”

“Oh, please,” you snorted. “You deflated for like five seconds before realising the truth.”

“Ah, but those five seconds were painful,” he countered, dramatically clutching his chest. “Painful enough to warrant a little…repayment.”

You eyed him warily. “And what, exactly, do you have in mind?”

Kisuke’s grin was slow and knowing. “Well, considering this is Valentine’s Day, and considering you are indeed my secret admirer, I do believe a proper date is in order. A romantic evening, a few drinks, perhaps a little…hmm, let’s say, personal confession time?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart skipped a beat. “Confession time, huh? What if I have nothing to confess?”

Kisuke leaned in, voice a near whisper. “Oh, I think you do.”

You held his gaze for a moment before huffing, and shaking your head. “Fine. But only because I’d like to see you try and coax it out of me.”

His smirk widened. “Oh, my dear, you underestimate me.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Kurosaki Ichigo

Ichigo stared at the box in his hands, brows furrowed as he examined the heart-shaped chocolates neatly arranged inside. A single note lay on top, scrawled in a handwriting he didn’t recognise.

“Happy Valentine’s Day dumbass. You’re not as dense as people think—so figure out who I am…”

His brows twitched. Dumbass? Seriously? He popped a chocolate in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he reread the note. The rest of it faded into some flowery words that had his ears and face turning red. It wasn’t that he was completely oblivious to romance, but a secret admirer? That was unexpected.

Later that evening, while he was still mulling over the note and the chocolate, he was having lunch with you, his best friend of a lifetime, at a rundown ramen shop in the quiet part of Karakura Town. His thoughts were so distant that your babblings were going in one ear and coming out the next, he almost zoned out until he heard you mutter the same statement he found on the note. It was then, he snapped back into reality and narrowed his eyes at you. Nah, it couldn’t be you…could it?

“The hell did you just say?” he asked suspiciously as he set his chopsticks down, eyes squinting and head inching across the table.

You froze, every single synapse in your brain screaming at you to shut up, backtrack, and do something to fix what had just been spoken. But it was too late. “You…you liked the ramen, right?” you tried, desperately steering the conversation away from the fact that you had just quoted something from the Valentine’s card you had sent anonymously. The very same card that had been driving Ichigo insane because he couldn’t figure out who had written it.

“That’s not what I asked.” He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest, brows furrowed and those brown eyes staring at you with exasperation. “You just said the exact words that were in the note. You know? The one from my secret admirer. You.”

“ME?!” you shrieked before letting out a cough to cover up the crack in your voice. “I mean—lots of people could say stuff like that, Ichigo.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. What are the odds that someone else would say the exact same stuff, word for word, huh?” He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You got somethin’ you wanna tell me?”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, and Ichigo, being Ichigo, immediately saw through your attempt to feign innocence. A smirk twitched at the corner of his lips, and he tapped his fingers against the table, clearly enjoying your suffering. “Well, this is interesting,” he said, dragging out the words. “I’ve been wondering for weeks who the hell was bold enough to send that letter but too chicken to own up to it. And now…” He shook his head, a grin forming. “Man, I can’t believe you just outed yourself.”

You groaned, slumping against the table in pure mortification. “I’m not a chicken, but I was doing so well,” you mumbled into your arms.

Ichigo snorted. “Yeah, yeah, sure you were. But now that I know, I gotta ask—” He tilted his head, studying you. “Didn’t think you were into me like that.”

Your face burned. “It’s not—I mean, I—”

Ichigo leaned in, smirking. “C’mon, don’t backpedal now. You wrote me poetry.”

“That wasn’t poetry!” you snapped, pointing at him accusingly. “That was just—”

“—A declaration of love?” he finished for you with mockery, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

You groaned again, hiding your face in your hands. “I hate you.”

Ichigo laughed, reaching across the table to tug your hands away. “Nah, you don’t. You like me. A lot.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles in a soothing stroke. “And I mean…I wouldn’t mind seeing where this goes.”

You gasped softly, finally daring to meet his gaze. He wasn’t teasing anymore, at least not completely, but there was something real in his expression, something almost hesitant.

“You serious?” you asked quietly.

Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly sheepish. “I mean, yeah? Someone who goes through that much trouble to write all that shit about me—kinda makes me wanna know them better.”

“You already know me, idiot.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he admitted with a shrug. “But now I know you like me.” A slow smile tugged at his lips as he leaned back, arms folding behind his head. “Guess that means I got a date to plan, huh?”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Aizen Sosuke

“‘To the most captivating mind in all of Hueco Mundo,’” he read aloud in his rich and smooth voice. “‘A man as powerful as he is mysterious. From your secret admirer.’” He chuckled, setting the note down with a thoughtful hum. “How flattering.”

You stood near the bookshelf, pretending to browse the titles while your heart pounded. “Secret admirers, huh? Didn’t take you for the type to attract those.”

Aizen raised an eyebrow, pleasure dancing in his stare. “Oh? And what type did you take me for?”

You shrugged, plucking a book at random. “The kind who doesn’t care about things like Valentine’s Day. Or admirers.”

He leaned back in his chair, fingers clasped together before him on the table. “It is a rather trivial holiday,” he admitted. “But I must admit, this admirer has piqued my curiosity.” His gaze drifted to the chocolates, then back to the note. “To go through the trouble of secrecy…that requires either deep admiration or hesitation.”

You fought the urge to fidget. “Or maybe they’re just shy.”

He smirked and leaned forward. “Perhaps. But shyness is a mere barrier. One that can be broken with the right persuasion.” He slid the box open, selecting a chocolate and inspecting it before taking a bite. A quiet hum of approval left him. “They have good taste. That alone makes them intriguing.”

“What do you think they want then?” you asked, keeping your tone light.

His smile deepened. “That is the question, isn't it? Do they seek my favour? My power? Or something more?” He placed another chocolate in his mouth, slowly chewing the sweet, savouring it as though it could reveal the truth behind the individual on his mind. “Perhaps they admire me from afar, hoping to remain a mystery.”

You kept your expression composed, even as a thrill ran down your spine. He was playing right into your hands, considering every possibility except the most obvious one—that you, the person standing and breathing in the same room with him, were the very one he spoke of.

“Do you prefer mystery?” you asked.

Aizen tilted his head slightly, contemplating. “Hm. I do find it entertaining.” His gaze lingered on you, searching, probing. “But I also enjoy the moment when the mystery unravels.”

“So what would you do if you found out who they were?” You leaned against the shelf, arms crossed.

Meeting your gaze, his smirk growing. “That would depend on their intentions. If their admiration is genuine, I might indulge them.” He studied you for a long moment, eyes sharp, assessing. “What about you? Have you ever admired someone from afar?”

You kept your expression neutral—tried to. “Can’t say I have. If I wanted someone’s attention, I’d get it.”

He chuckled, swirling the chocolate on his tongue before swallowing. “How direct of you. And yet, admiration in secrecy has its own appeal.” He tapped a finger against his desk, a knowing glint in his eye as he observed you with a charmed gleam in his eyes. “After all, there’s a certain thrill in watching, isn’t there?”

Your stomach tightened. He was sharp, too sharp. “You seem awfully interested in this secret admirer.”

Watching you with that ever-present smirk, he rested his in the palm of his hand. “Only because they seem to know me well. Which begs the question…” He leaned forward slightly. “Just how well do they know me?”

You felt like you were about to give up and out yourself from the intensity of his stare, the longer it penetrated your soul. Gulping, he forced yourself to meet his stare head-on. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

His smirk widened. “Oh, I intend to, but perhaps I should start paying closer attention to those around me.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

The air in Hueco Mundo was still, the other Espada were lounging about God-knows-where in Las Noches, while you were left alone with the blue-eyed aggressive kitten, who was making teasing comments at you all day. Typical. What else to expect from the man you considered yourself crushing on for months? The aggressive type of affection was all Grimmjow had ever known, and even though you were never the type to bask in it, should another man ever shower you the same way, you would hate it. With Grimmjow, it just felt more natural.

Glancing at him as he entered the room once again, he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, a cunning grin stretched across his face as he eyed the box of chocolates, and the note left on his bed that morning. He purposefully brought it for you to witness him receiving gifts while you got nothing. “Tch, looks like someone’s got good taste,” he muttered, tapping the card against his palm while you sat across from him, feigning mild curiosity while your pulse thudded in your ears.

“What’s it says?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral, though you knew exactly what it said—you’d written the damn thing.

Grimmjow flicked the card open and read aloud, voice dripping with amusement. “‘To the strongest, sexiest Espada—’ heh, got that right—‘from your secret admirer. Enjoy the chocolates, you deserve them.’” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, whoever wrote this has their head screwed on straight. Finally, someone who gets it.”

He had no idea. No clue that you were the one who had slipped that carefully wrapped box onto his bed this morning. No idea that you had picked out those chocolates, your fingers trailing over the selection, wondering if he liked caramel or dark chocolate better. No idea that you had drawn that tiny heart on the card, agonising over whether it was too much or too little. And now, here he was, bragging at it, oblivious to the fact that his so-called ‘admirer’ was right before him.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you failed and double-rolled it, just because it was him. “Oh yeah? And what if it’s just some random weakling trying to butter you up?”

His grin widened, sharp canines flashing. “Doubt it. Got a feeling it’s someone with good instincts. And good taste.” He tossed the card onto the table and grabbed a chocolate, biting into it with a satisfied hum. “Damn. These are good. If this secret admirer’s got a brain, they’ll keep this up.”

You fought the urge to smirk, choosing to scoff instead. “What, you expecting more gifts now?”

“Hell yeah. If someone’s got the balls to admire me in secret, they better back it up. Maybe even come clean.” He tilted his head, watching you as he chewed, a flicker of interest crossing his eyes.

You exhaled, looking up at the bland ceiling and counting the circles, disguising your nerves. “Maybe they thought you’d appreciate the mystery,” you said, tilting your head toward him. “Adds a little excitement, doesn’t it?”

Grimmjow shot you a look. “Excitement, my ass. If they wanted to get my attention, they should’ve just walked up and said somethin’.”

“Maybe they were scared you’d rip their head off.”

His lip curled, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Tch. If they’re scared, they ain’t got any business liking me in the first place.” He stretched his arms behind his head, flexing lazily. “Bet they’re some shy little thing, all flustered ‘n shit. Cute, but probably too much of a coward to handle me.��

You nearly choked on your drink. Shy? Flustered? That wasn’t you at all. If only he knew.

“Or,” you countered, dropping your gaze to properly look him in his eyes, “maybe they know exactly what they’re doing. Maybe they’ve been watching you for a while and knows that if they played the right cards, they’d have you thinking about them all damn day.”

His smirk faltered for just a second, eyes flicking to you with annoyance as if something about your words struck a nerve. You held his gaze, forcing yourself not to break, not to give in to the heat creeping up your neck.

“Tch. You sound like you know somethin’.”

You leaned in slightly, resting your chin on your hand. “Maybe I do.”

His gaze lingered on you for a beat longer than usual before he exhaled through his nose and turned away. “Hah. Whatever. If this person wants me so bad, they better quit hidin’. Ain’t got the patience for games.”

You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, but you kept your expression neutral. Typical of Grimmjow to turn any situation into something intense. “Sounds like you’re looking forward to meeting them.”

“Damn right. If they’ve been watching me, thinking about me, sending me stuff like this? They better be ready for what happens when I find ‘em.” He licked a stray smear of chocolate from his thumb, gaze locked on yours. “And trust me, I will.”

You held your breath and held his stare, matching his cocky smirk. “Hope they’re ready, then.”

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weepy-ange1 · 4 months ago

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“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.

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katsuma6 · 4 months ago

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

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

Warnings: crack, suggestive

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my-my-my · 5 months ago

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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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muzansfangs · 1 year ago

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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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arabella0001 · 2 months ago

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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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holyhadesimweird · 2 months ago

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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.

#bleach fic #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #kisuke urahara #kisuke urahara x reader #urahara kisuke x reader #kisuke urahara imagines #kisuke urahara x you #kisuke urahara x y/n #kisuke urahara fic #urahara kisuke fic #urahara kisuke imagines

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faintrustle · 6 months ago

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Characters who smirk mid-fight will always be my domain.

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pinguwuuuu · 2 months ago

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“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have to do something about it~”

…..Alright, I’ll see myself out…..

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brittscafe · 11 months ago

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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

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satsugacafe · 2 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝…

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

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

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

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, blood, injuries, humour

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

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

︶꒦꒷Aizen Sosuke꒷꒦︶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can walk.”

“You can’t.”

“Sosuke—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn him.

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

︶꒦꒷Urahara Kisuke꒷꒦︶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can still fight—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wouldn’t put it past him.

︶꒦꒷Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez꒷꒦︶

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck was that back there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You huffed. “I can handle myself.”

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

You shivered. “You enjoy this too much.”

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

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

︶꒦꒷Kurosaki Ichigo꒷꒦︶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled faintly. “No promises.”

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

You laughed. “Because I’m amazing?”

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

︶꒦꒷Zaraki Kenpachi꒷꒦︶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever,” you grumbled.

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

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

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

His grin softened—just a little.

“Damn right you’re not.”

︶꒦꒷Kuchiki Byakuya꒷꒦︶

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

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

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

“You were reckless.”

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed. “People bleed.”

“Not when I can prevent it.”

You fell silent at that.

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

“You’re being gentle.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smirked, but for once, you obeyed.

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>`< || might be working on a aizen x kisuke x reader but who knowsss!

kisuke’s corner store isn't as busy around this time. around your break time that is. the beauty supply store down the street your mom owns takes up majority of your sanity. that's why it's always so refreshing to take a little walk down seventy-fifth’ street to your boyfriend's shop to make sure he isn't getting himself hurt.

“ welcome in- “ looking at a random magazine he saw laying on the floor, kisuke hears the bell on his store's door ring and waves his hand at the customer emerging in, barely taking a glance until he feels a spurt of spirit energy he could recognize in a corner maze. “ hey doll, come on in-“

kisuke urahara is fascinated by you. it's no wonder he’s stopping dead in his sentence when he notices what all has changed about you in less than twelve hours. a new hairdo for one caught his attention, a hairdo he finds himself trying to look away from. the velvet blue brings something dark out of your eyes that makes his pants strain in on itself.

he’s in total and utter disbelief when your full glossed lips speak to him, he doesn't even catch it. he just stares in wonderstruck. brainstorming one hundred ways to get into those jeans that make your hips pop too damn well. he can't succumb to purity when you strut towards the candy aisle.

“ you’re so dirty ‘ke. “ you snicker. “ do i look good? “ batting those long lashes his way, he unknowingly takes a glance behind the barely see-through curtain, almost popping his lips when he remembers the inconvenience his children being in the shop bring.

“ you look better than good doll. “ pointing one of his long fingers your way, he beckons you over. you stroll with a giddy smile, practically skipping to the cash register. you lean over the register desk like a table, hand on top of the other. head twisted to look underneath that green and white hat he barely takes off.

“ tweety in the bunch? “ tweety in the bunch was another name for ‘ are the kids here? ‘. kisuke glooms. it felt like that code name was used more than eight times this week. you, yourself tried to peek in the back to see if the kiddies were in the shop. they were so quiet today, usually they would come out and greet you. he nods, barely responsive.

“ mhmm… “ he finally drags out, taking his sweet time eyeing you down before his resolve weakens and any and everyone who dared to look into this almost rundown corner store saw a sight they’d never forget.

“ mm.. alright, ill see you later then- “

“ woah, woah- that doesn't mean anything pretty. “ he smirks, the pit in your stomach prayed for him to say those words. you're smiling the whole time he’s shushing you through the back, golden ring covered digit pressed against his lips. that sappy smile is only dropping when his cold, big hands are dragging inside the back of your shirt and those soft lips of his make their way to yours.

almost skin to skin with the way he’s holding you closely, groans falling between the rough, wet kisses. he’s sooo manly when it comes to intimacy. He, himself overwhelms you. he smells like the burnt end of a blunt and vanilla incense. hiking your hands underneath that green kimono. wanting to feel him so bad it burns. the soft – almost rough feeling of his lower stomach hair trail has you biting his lip, panties soaked to the max.

kisuke is rough to the t, he does this thing where he licks every corner of your mouth, sometimes pushing that wet muscle into your throat. he’s beyond dirty and if it weren't for this small space, you're sure he would have you completely spread out licking from the pink to the stink. he always, always manhandles you into place then laces those chaste touches with nasty words.

“ gonna keep quiet for me baby? “ that public sink holds you upright. kisuke’s stubborn fingers are drilling inside of your pussy. his thumb swiping over that sensitive bundle of nerves that make your hips stiff up. you're trying so hard to stay quiet – biting the inside of your palm hoping the pain will make your noisy moans come to an end.

“ you know i can't give you this cock if you don't act right, doll. “ he says so casually as if you weren't already on the verge of becoming a braindead slut. he mumbles on your pussy, unable to keep quiet about his desire for you, tongue moving with total love intent. he’s obsessed with hearing you, it almost pains him to not hear how good he’s making you feel.

that dingy hat has already been tossed to the side, courtesy of you. your fingers thread in his blonde hair. hooded lids catching sight of his sharp eyes. you're wet, like superrr soaked and you're not sure if it's from the thrill of getting caught or if it's the way this man, who is over seven years older than you, has the look of awe in his eyes while his tongue is toying with the inside of your walls.

“ yeah arch it like that, you know how daddy likes it. “ he moans into your ear, squealing pussy sucking him in like he’ll leave forever. his sweaty stomach pressed against your back. that weight only brings you closer to that awaited second release. the fogging mirror paints a shamefully beautiful portrait. he looks so much bigger than you at this angle, his hand is pressed to your mouth to keep the noise down yet it’s almost touching your eyelids from how big it is.

he’s all up on you, the squeaking of the sink, the sound of shoes scuffing on the plated tiled floors, the smacks of your ass on his pelvis have drowned out in your ears. gone in this bathroom, only having a clear view of kisuke's concentrated eyes. you’d gotten so used to his weight on you, you almost whine when he lifts up to hit a different angle.

“ keep squeezin’... fuckkk, you sucking me in so good, b-baby. “ it isn't long before you're coming on his dick for the second time. cunt spasming around him – cute little moans slipping from the soles of his fingers. he still bullies your hole, well holes in this case. – his long pointer and middle fingers now brushing down your throat while his dick is giving your cunt a new shape.

drool falling onto your chin, kisuke’s head tilted back to keep himself steady. you're holding onto his wrist the whole time he’s warning you of his release. kisuke unregretfully cums inside of you, something that wasn't new to you at all. biting his lip til blood is pouring from the oncoming scar to keep quiet. he huffs, hands on your chubby hips to keep himself in place. he leaves kisses on the simple sonder tattoo on the top of your shoulder.

“ are you okay, my love? you did so good for me. “ that sweet gesture almost makes the pounding on the bathroom door worth it! >^<

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