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Kisuke Urahara Headcanons

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Kisuke loves taking naps with you in his shop.

“Can we just stay like this for a little while?” he’ll ask with that melodic voice of his.

You can’t deny him as you find your eyelids becoming heavy and Kisuke’s

Tessai will often find you two, limbs entangled on the couch in the back.

He’s super clingy.

His arms are always wrapped around your waists or his hands are on your shoulders.

He’s not very good with his words, but he’ll use his actions instead.

Kisuke calls you sweetheart and angel face.

A literally softie, but only in private.

Cuddles 24/7.

Protective and always keeps a watch on you.

He’ll always come to your aid if you’re in trouble, but don’t count on him to come on time.

“Sorry, I’m late, sweetheart. You know how it is. I’ve got a shop to run.”

If you ever get seriously injured or near death, Kisuke becomes a totally different person.

His eyes become dark filled with rage and doesn’t stop swinging his sword until he takes down whoever hurt you.

The moment Kisuke turns around and faces you, he turns back into himself.

His eyes soften and he’ll check on you.

If you can’t walk, then Kisuke has no problem lifting you up into his shoulder and carrying you back to the shop.

He’ll stay by your side the entire time you’re recovering, day and night.

The shop will usually be closed or managed by Jinta and Ururu.

Kisuke will bring you tea and makes Tessai make your favorite meals.

He’ll update you on the recents events and even bring Yoruichi around to keep you company as well.

Kisuke will crawl into bed with you and hold you tightly.

If you’re not feeling well or injured, he’ll do this to comfort you and take naps with you.

He’ll cradle your head into his bare chest and his other arm is linked around your waist.

If Kisuke falls asleep first, you’ll run your fingers through his soft blonde hair.

Sometimes he’ll even pretend to be asleep just for you to play with his hair.

Don’t ever expect him to get you a gift that you want.

Expect cheap gifts or homemade gifts like the stud finder 9000.

Kisuke’s got everyone’s respect, but he holds yours above anyone else.

A tug on his hand or a slight mumble from you and Kisuke’s eyes are glued onto yours.

“What is it? Do you need something?” he’ll ask, stopping everything he’s doing and only focusing on you.

His kisses can come from out of nowhere.

You’ll spin around and be meet with his lips against yours.

Or he’ll grab onto your face and smash his lips against yours, swirling his tongue around in your mouth as your cheeks burn.

NSFW:

I mean...we all know that this man is perverted.

He loves to experiment with new positions and sex toys.

He gives like his life depends on it.

Kisuke spends most of his time between your thighs using his tongue and mouth in divine ways.

You grip onto his hair and tug it as his tongue swipes over your clit.

Your thighs squeeze around his head and Kisuke’s cock hardens at the pressure.

Kisuke maintains eye contact with you as he goes down on you, never breaking it.

He loves to see the look in your eyes and the way your face twists with pleasure.

He’ll praise you every once in a while.

“Good girl.”

“You’re taking me so well.”

Doggy style is a must for him.

The way your back arches for him and your ass sticks up in the air.

Kisuke’s hand is running up and down your back as he roughly thrusts in and out of you.

He’ll give you the occasional slap on the ass as your loud moans fill the room.

Kisuke begs you to sit on his face, saying, “If I do suffocate, then so be it.”

Honestly, there would be no better for him to go out.

Once you finally work up the courage and sit above his face, his hands grip onto your thighs as his tongue goes to work.

He loves as you squirm above him, whimpering and moaning and he lets out a tiny chuckle against your core.

Sleepy sex.

You’ll wake up to him between your legs and a gasp will leave your lips.

A smirk forms against Kisuke’s face as you fist the sheets.

Kisuke’s eyes roll into the back of his head when you give him a handjob and his cock is stuffed in your throat.

His grunts and whimpers fill your eardrums like sweet music.

After, he’ll bath you, feed you, and even give you massages where you’re sore.

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m-ayo-o · 8 months

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Hi! Since I love your blog (I’m more like a huge simp for your works), I will submit a request for your “it’s written in the stars event”.

virgo + she/her + rational and methodical but overly sarcastic + smut scenario (hate sex picked from your list) + Urahara Kisuke.

Keep up the amazing work, thanks for blessing my dash with your masterpieces! Take care💜

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zodiac event : ♍︎ VIRGO afab reader x CAPRICORN KISUKE URAHARA ♑︎ genre: explicit smut! reader has a problem with kisuke wc: 1.7k note: hello thank u !! i kinda failed on the hate sex rq but reader has some complicated feelings abt him...

You've been busy unpacking all the deliveries and bringing them to the shop floor, finishing off with the chocolate and candies- your favourite section. You enjoy this part of the day- it's so early no one else is here and the shop doesn't open for a couple of hours. You placed the bars and packets neatly, organising them in rows, in a pretty display on the shelves.

But when he comes in, all of your work may as well have been for nothing.

"Oooo, you didn't tell me we had these coming!??"

He rifles through the neat rows of candy and finds his favourite flavour, leaving the rest in complete disarray.

"You ordered them." You give him a huff and a distinct eye roll, making it clear that he's already pissed you off, after being here for less than five minutes.

You wonder why you even bother showing up to work some days to see this irksome idiot. He grabs more of the candy and starts rummaging through the boxes at your feet.

"Hey-- just- put that back- ugh, Kisuke-!!!"

He drives you nuts.

Every fucking day you get closer and closer to losing your damn mind.

His nonchalance towards your meticulous and dedicated work grate on you, his whimsical and forgetful tendencies leave you picking up the slack, and the pervy comments and touches?

If you get one more you swear you're gonna level him.

He stands up with fistfuls of the new candy.

"Kisuke. Put it back."

However, he knows something about you that you definitely haven't come to terms with yourself.

Unfortunately, despite his outward stupidity, deep (and I mean deep) down, there's a part of you that knows how perfect he is. His happy go lucky exterior is see through to you now, and if you tell the honest truth, you like the mysterious and logical man underneath.

But you can't say it. You can't even think it. When you look at him, with his hoards of candy and that stupid grin, it makes you want to smack his face and push the feelings so deep that you'll never find them again.

And due to this ongoing battle, it's leaving you susceptible to his... flirtations.

So when he steps closer, with that wide smile still plastered on his face, and asks,

"What are you gonna do?"

You snatch a packet from his clutches and place it back on the shelf, organising them again. You turn back to take the rest but he has his hand held up with a hard sweet in his fingers. He's so close to your lips- he just smirks and tells you to open up, slipping the candy inside.

He watches your eyebrows furrow, but you accept the candy nonetheless. He swipes his thumb over your lip and traces over the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek.

"Hands off," you threaten, but he ignores you, bringing his thumb back to your lip to tease your mouth open.

"You like that flavour, too, don't you?" His voice is lilting and jovial, laced with something more sinister.

What is he thinking.

He slides his thumb over your tongue.

You grab his wrist and yank it back.

"Kisuke."

You've warned him about touching you like this.

But every time he does it just makes your feelings clearer.

You want him, and he knows. And the fact that it bothers you so much is very amusing to him.

"Kisuke, get your hands off me and help with this damn delivery."

But he persists, his palm finding your cheek with your hand still wrapped around his wrist, and he slides around to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You stumble over the boxes and trip forwards, your hands landing on his chest with a little yelp. You can feel his bare skin where his samue slips away.

"No," he wants you to admit it. He's had enough of playing the fool.

"Let's have some more candy."

He smiles and tilts your head up to his, squeezing your cheeks and leaning down.

Your eyes fly wide when he just keeps coming closer- you push back on his chest but he stills you with ease, bringing his lips to yours and licking the candy right out of your mouth.

"Kisuke-!! I swear- you're a fucking menace!! If you don't leave me alone I'm gonna--"

"What?"

"I'm gonna--"

Your mind goes blank and you see red.

You're not a violent person, you're not a violent person. You keep telling yourself before you drag a hand from his chest, pull back and swing your open palm at his cheek.

You have to close your eyes- your hand stings, but you can just hear him laughing.

"Haha, oh come on, you can't hate me that much?"

His voice turns all soft and you open your eyes to see that endearing smile, with a pink hand print over his cheek, and you suddenly feel very guilty.

You're overwhelmed by a rush of confusing thoughts and emotions- you look at his face and a tear steaks down your cheek.

"I hate you, you moron."

"C'mere, take it out on me, okay?"

He drags you to the back of the shop, that's still locked up, and lets you do just that.

Everything's happening so fast you can barely keep track- of his hands, his lips, his fingers.

He stripped you as soon as you gave him a certain look that told him your strong walls had finally been broken and that he was allowed to touch you how he wanted. How you wanted.

And now he's got you pinned against the wall with your legs wrapped around him your plans to tell him how much you despise him have gone out the window.

But the way he's treating you now, with his mouth finally closed around your nipple, is sending you to heaven and back.

And when he carries you in his arms, finding a chair and placing you on top, he tells you-

"Go on, fuck me like you hate me"

He pulls his pants down and lets you sink onto him slow and get your bearings, before you start riding him with deep and forceful thrusts.

He watches in awe, leaning back on the chair to see your body move. It's just how he dreamed.

"That's it-" he encourages you to get rougher until you're grabbing at the back of his neck and telling him to suck on your tits.

"With pleasure~"

That cheshire smile spreads again and his pale eyes twinkle before he follows your instruction.

"Harder"

"Hmm, hm whatever you say, darling"

"Ngh-- fuck... don't call me that-"

He bites and sucks on your perky nipples while your hand threads into his hair and starts tugging harshly.

"Oh~ oh Kisuke- fuck mee~"

He takes your expression very literally, grabs onto your waist and starts pumping his dick into you where he sits.

He is enamoured by your expression; with your mouth hanging open, definitely about to orgasm, and grabbing so helplessly onto the muscle of his shoulders till you can only whimper his name.

This brings him endless satisfaction.

"Don't hate me so much now, hmm?"

You frown and nod, afraid that you'll bite your tongue if you speak.

"Oh," he feigns a hurt expression with a pout, "you just love my dick then?"

You let out an annoyed 'mmmm'ing sound and try to take control again, but it's too late and he's got you starting to shake with his hard and constant thrusting.

You're about to cum, stuttering and telling him not to stop when-

"N-no- no fuck- "

-he starts to slow down.

"Tell me how you feel, sweetie."

His tone changes and he sounds all soft. He's not teasing you anymore.

But you just shake your head and press your forehead to his, desperately willing him to move faster again.

"I'll let you cum, 'promise. Just tell me what's in that pretty head of yours, hm?"

He coaxes you to look him in the eyes which are so wide and perfectly innocent. You've never seen him look like this before.

"Don't make me beg, come on- I'm desperate."

And he is. You can see it now- from the expression on his face to the way he can hardly control himself. He's the one who's supposed to be edging you... but his hips start moving again and he presses kiss after kiss to your lips until you open up and start to mumble over his lips.

"I- I like you, Kisuke- "

He moves a little faster now, still pressing you for more.

"I like you."

You say it again, hoping to appease him, but he builds up that intense knot in your stomach again and holds your back so gently when he says-

"We're not in high school, sweetheart. You can tell me more."

He keeps fucking you deep, now you're about to spill he smiles and watches you shake your head. You can't say anything else today, but he's sure he'll get more out of your pretty lips eventually. After waiting so long for this, he can be happy for now.

"Okay, okay," he coos and brings you over the edge softly, pressing his lips into your neck, "that's it, you can let go now- mmh- fuck~"

"I, I know I've never told you, but I hope you understand- how I feel about you."

You nod and a lazy smile covers his face as you watch his eyebrows screw up with pleasure and he bites his lip. He's not sure if he should say this next bit but he can't hold it in anymore.

"You know that I love you?"

"Oh- oh my god- Kisuke-"

You feel him filling you and you just nod and hold him so tight, pressing your lips together and feeling his warmth. He carresses you and holds you close to his body, letting you calm down and sink into his arms. And you sit there, on top of your boss, in the back of his shop, with the dim lights, and you realise it's nearly time to open up.

He takes you to the bathroom and helps you clean up before sitting you on the edge of the bath and telling you-

"About what I said-"

But you're quick to silence him with your finger over his lips, followed by a sweet kiss.

"I'll wait," he utters into the gap between your lips, "I'll be patient, ok?"

You nod and kiss him again and again, stroking hair and sinking into his touch one more time. You're afraid the shop is going to open late today.