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[nyimasu]

BLEACH MEN, PART 1

───── 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝑈𝑅𝑁𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝑁

— CHARACTERS : Urahara Kisuke, Hirako Shinji, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

— CONTENT WARNING : sex toys, fingering, oral (f receiving), lingerie kink, rough manhandling, bdsm content (primal sex play, biting), use of pet names, dry humping, bits of breast play, cervix fucking, creampie, dacryphilia

ANYA'S CORNER : this is the first part of my bleach hcs regarding men. soon I will be digging into the beautiful world of bleach women too 🤍

you can find the second part here !

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

✧. URAHARA KISUKE — SEX TOYS

It doesn’t matter if he’s on the receiving end or you are. At the end of the day, Urahara Kisuke is the winner, and the victor takes it all.

“Kisuke, ‘s too much. Be gentler, please.”

The low buzzing cuts off, its pressure vanishes from your aching clit and a soft kiss in the crook of your knee follows your words, as if to accept them. Then the tender moment turns into a steamy one when a chuckle comes from the man nestled between your legs. 

Tonight you lose yourself in his eyes. His bucket hat is gone — probably because you are the one wearing it by the man’s explicit request. Mind you, that’s the only garment you have on. 

He’s so unpredictable, your lover.

Kisuke’s breath caresses your thighs as he finally raises his head, silvery gaze skittering all over your form until a hand of his comes to cup your breasts. The other one stays where it was before, three fingers buried in you with his thumb right above your little bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Do you want to stop? Are you feeling hot? 

Here, let me help you.”

The slight pressure on your lower half disappears but before you can snap back at the lack of touch, puffs of fresh air glide over you and you sigh in relief the moment the man kisses your wet folds and his fan provides you a much needed break. 

The scenario in which you find yourself starring as the main character is always the same: you, sprawled on the futon you and Kisuke share while the man experiments on your body. Every day a new invention of his to test out, and you’re his most willing victim. 

It’s intoxicating, really, the realisation you feel every time: to be worthy of unrestrained passion, reverence even, from such a poised person as Urahara Kisuke is. 

Especially if your praises for his work, laced with strings of his name and soft pants, get to push him beyond his own limits.

Back to reality, you stare at the scene unfolding before you. It’s as if every frame of it is embedded in your eyelids, yet you can’t help but tilt your head to the side and spread your legs further, fingers sneaking down to press on either side of your lower lips for Kisuke to suck in a groan. The sound goes straight to your pussy, and he sees it when he stoops over it, humming in elation at your body’s reactions to each movement of his. 

Painfully so, because now the fan he’s been using to both pleasure and torment you for no one knows much clicks shut. A moan escapes you at that, and that’s when the man goes ballistic.

Needy are his hands once they’re on you again, his thrusts against the futon to relieve some of the strain in his pants are futile. They don't compare to your warmth. With that in mind, his voice breaks under his own appetite when he says, 

“Are you ready for me? I won’t hold back this time.”

You nod and under your lust-filled pupils, the white fan liquifies in the man’s hold once more, moulding itself into a shape you are very familiar with. Your tensed muscles relax instantly with Kisuke’s tongue flattened on your engorged bud, this time sparing it the attention of his newest invention. Of course he turned his beloved fan turned into a vibrator moulded after his own dick.

A little joke of yours that Kisuke made sure you will never forget, just to “remind you he can have your every hole at any time of the day just with a flick of his wrist.” 

Oh, and he has a portable cast of your pussy. For scientific purposes, by all means.

It’s only natural for a man of science like him, now, isn’t it?

✧. HIRAKO SHINJI — LINGERIE KINK

The man is too stunned to speak. A rare occurrence, since Hirako is well known for being pretty quick at giving others a piece of his mind. But with you, he’s perpetually at a loss of words.

You spin yourself around again, slower this time, to give him a full show of your naked self but for the lace set of bra and panties hugging your forms just right. Your lips curl in a teasing smile as you watch the blondie fall down in a spiral of despair. 

All because of the lingerie. It’s always been the biggest kink of his.

Alas, his eagerness to fuck you stupid in the expensive sets he buys for you never diminish its grip on him, on the contrary. 

Shinji can’t get enough to see you walking around the house wearing only a satin babydoll, a pair of black panties with little golden ribbons on the back. 

More, more.

“What do you think? Does it look good on me?”

His grin is feral and it follows the beckoning sign of his hand, motioning for you to come closer. Once you do, he’s quick to encircle your waist with his arms and bend his head towards your chest. The wetness of his tongue sends shivers down your spine and you arch your back against him for more. 

He notes it and chuckles, and with the most shit-eating grin he’s able to pull off right now with your tits in his mouth, he deadpans, “Not tonight.” 

And with that the man’s lips let go of your nipples, and you bite back a curse. If you complain, he’s going to prolong the moment and drive you more insane than usual. 

The moment he falls to his knees while leaving a trail of kisses on your navel, his hands explore the thin fabric around your waist. That alone should’ve been enough warning for you. Then he draws a loud moan out of your throat, and it’s too late.

Hazy eyes set on his as he places an open-mouthed kiss on your clothed pussy, sucking the wetness leaking through the lace loudly. He’s doing it on purpose.

Your fingers glide through his hair, a sigh escaping your parted lips as you do so. Its length reaches below his waist once again but you yank just at his roots to make him go faster. You feel his cock slap against your leg when he shifts position, tongue slipping through the garment while his nose hits your clit.

"Shin- Fuck."

Another sob of yours is all it takes for him to get on his feet, spin you around to bend you over the bed, roughly push aside the panties and ease himself in you in one go. His own pants mix with yours and it feels so good.

All because Shinji can’t get enough of the sensation of the lavish texture and your greedy walls brushing and hugging his cock.

✧. GRIMMJOW — PRIMAL SEX PLAY

The first time he saw you come undone around his fingers, with your pretty face scrunched in ecstasy and your inner walls sucking him in impossibly close, he made an oath to you and himself. 

He was ready to indulge every capricious whim of your heart as long as you were prepared to do the same with his. 

Except Grimmjow is prone to more… animalistic tendencies, per se. Nonetheless, you had agreed by pulling him closer for a messy kiss he accepted, digging his teeth into your lower lip when your nails sank into the flesh of his back.

After the agreement, you’d always play a little game, the two of you. No matter the circumstance, the one who eventually ends up on their back or stomach most of the time — be it against a wall or laid down on either a bed or the floor itself — is you.

Today is no different and a grunt crawls its way out of your lungs. 

Furious with yourself for losing again, you whip your head to the side and stare at your partner. Light blue orbs bore holes in yours as he bares his teeth at you and grunts, just to spite you, to which you reply by licking the sliver of his arm’s skin you can reach before biting the flesh. Blood spills from the tiny wound and Grimmjow straight out hisses now, his callous fingers forcefully running through your hair to keep you in place. “You fucking bit me, woman.”

Your knees, pressed on either side of his waist, quiver around him. But you don’t back off and reply with a heated, “What about it? You deserve it. 

You cheated today.” 

His whole body is caging you on the floor of his residence in the Hueco Mundo, and the coolness radiating from it balances out the heatwave engulfing your senses. He’s a breadth away from literally tearing all your clothes apart with his teeth. 

"You're just a sore loser who talks back too much for my liking. I'm faster and stronger than you. It's only natural for me to win, woman. Uhm, what should I do with you?" his smirk borders sadism when his dominant hand wraps around your throat. Not enough to cut the air out of you, but tight to the point where you throw your head back and pant.

The Arrancar has fucked you so many times using all of his antics that now nothing he does really scares you anymore, rather it riles you up. 

And seeing you so boundless turns him on in a split second. 

His hair kisses your body as the sound of fabric being torn apart buzzes in your ears. Your pants, shirt and underwear? Gone. Ripped to shreds by the Espada’s touch. 

Grimmjow is really destroying your wardrobe each time he’s in a hurry to fuck you, and you bite the expanse of flesh between his thumb and pointer finger on your throat in retaliation.

He stops in his tracks, and the look he pins you down with is positively murderous. 

“You tryin’ to make yourself bleed till morning?”

"What if I am? What are you going to do about it?" you challenge him with your eyes and buck your hips upward to meet his clothed ones halfway. His startled grunt persuades you to do it again. 

But this time his hold on you slides to your hips, and he anchors himself on them with his free hand while the one on your throat snakes down to palm himself through his pants. 

It doesn't take long for your jaw to go slack at the sight of the prominent outline of his erection and Grimmjow nips at the expanse of skin behind your ear before growling: 

“Want my cock so bad, woman? Take it, then”, his last piece of cloth rolls down to his knees, too impatient to take it off unlike his sash and jacket.

“Make me feel good, yeah?”

Eyes roll in the back of your head once you feel his tip prod at your entrance. He falls on the heavier side, and his generous girth fills you up to the brim in a moment.

Once he feels you relax a bit around him, his thrusts gain momentum and he drives himself so deep in you by grabbing you by the back of your thighs to shove them closer to your torso that tears roll down your cheeks without you noticing. Grimmjow kisses your cervix over and over again while his tongue licks clean your cheeks.

He adores how glassy your eyes turn whenever he's balls deep in you, how fragments of tears get stuck in your pretty eyelashes.

"Grimmjow." his names tumbles off your lips so naturally and he fights against his instincts, the urge to flip you on your back and claim you in the most primal position.

He feigns ignorance and sink his fingers further in your flesh. "What?"

"Come in me. I need to f-feel you."

Your fingers somehow wander on his body as you say so, and with whatever strength is left, your nails climb up his back to trace with unbridled fury the lines and curves of the number '6' tattooed on him. The man's grunts grow in volume and you respond with an elated laugh laced with wanting.

He looks down at you, and his lips clash against yours in a battle for dominance, a battle with no holds barred.

Despite being considered too raw for anyone else, Grimmjow has some tiny pieces of humanity left in him and as he slows down to hover over you and cum into your pulsing walls with a low groan — he refuses to do so elsewhere — his bites on your chin and short hums chanted against your neck while you clench around him are somewhat tender. 

Who says Espadas can’t be happy with humans?

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

[muzansfangs]

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

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

Format: short imagines;

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

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

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Sosuke Aizen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There you were, ready to drop the bomb.

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

Congrats, Aizen.exe stopped working.

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

“Robert” he repeated flatly, clearly unamused.

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

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

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

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

They were hilarious, according to him.

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

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

His jealousy was skyrocketing.

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

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

Shunsui Kyoraku.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not having it”.

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

Urahara Kisuke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Byakuya Kuchiki.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had sent it to Byakuya.

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

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

Gosh, did that make you wet.

AUTHOR NOTE.

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

Until then,

X O X O

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[sashi-ya]

❀˖ KINKTOBER 23 MASTERLIST ㅤㅤㅤOct 1st - Oct 14th

ʚ 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 ɞ - due to tumblr acting stupid, I was forced to split the ML in two parts. You will find the fics from days 15 to 31 on this masterlist. - the list will be updated everyday as I post the fics for each day ~ - mdni, do not copy, repost or translate without permision. - tag system as an extra tw: soft kinks 🤍 | mild kinks 💜 | hard kinks 🖤 |

ʚ 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ɞ

❀˖⁺ OCT 1. free use ⋆ roronoa zoro + f! r 💜 synopsis. you are serving the new daimyo of Ringo, Roronoa Zoro. And part of your duties are to simply allow the swordsman to use you whenever, and however he pleases.

❀˖⁺ OCT 2. god form ⋆ nika luffy + f! r 🤍 synopsis. curious, Luffy and you, decide to spice things up. Will you give your body to the Sun God Nika? will you allow him to take you to heaven?.

❀˖⁺ OCT 3. glory hole ⋆ nico robin x m! r 💜 synopsis. tired of the mundane life, Nico Robin, a successful CEO visits a different type of club to have some fun behind a wall. You, on a business mission, will visit the same club. Which surprises will you find there?.

❀˖⁺ OCT 4. threesome ⋆ kid x killer x f! r 💜 synopsis. after he cheated, your friends Kid and Killer are there to console you... in many different ways.

❀˖⁺ OCT 5. pregnancy ⋆ kyoraku shunsui x f! r 🤍 synopsis. who said pregnant women aren't sexy? to Shunsui your body has now became a beautiful temple in which he wanna kneel and pray to the Goddess you are.

❀˖⁺ OCT 6. dom/sub ⋆ hongo x f! r 💜 synopsis. while everyone thinks you are sick, you visit doctor Hongo for different reasons... an illness that gets cured by pure vitamin D.

❀˖⁺ OCT 7. stepcest ⋆ kisuke urahara x f! r 🖤 synopsis. you've been holding back for a long time now.. will you keep stopping yourself? or will you be succumbing to Kisuke's forbidden body tonight?

❀˖⁺ OCT 8. sex machine ⋆ germa brothers x gn! r 🖤 synopsis. you are used to have fun with the Germa brothers, but are you ready to play with their new toy?

❀˖⁺ OCT 9. df/bankai ⋆ byakuya kuchiki x f! r 🤍 synopsis. how would you react if a soul fell in love with you, a mortal?

❀˖⁺ OCT 10. impregnation ⋆ sabo x f! r 🤍 synopsis. keep teasing Sabo to fill you up, and you will find out what he is capable of...

❀˖⁺ OCT 11. watersports ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r 💜 synopsis. Aizen has a lot of things to teach you and show you... will you drench yourself in knowledge... and experience?

❀˖⁺ OCT 12. dry humping ⋆ trafalgar law x gn! r 🤍 synopsis. insatiable, you want more. And because you can't wait until getting home, Law will allow you to sit on his lap while he drives...

❀˖⁺ OCT 13. public ⋆ donquixote rosinante x f! r 💜 synopsis. silence can be the best ally when you don't wanna get discover

❀˖⁺ OCT 14. leather straps/ bondage ⋆ law x f! r 💜 synopsis. please, stay quiet and still while he works... if not, Law will have to tie you down.

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[ziinesso]

"May my life be sacrificed for you."

His love for you had reshaped him. The devoted altruist was no more. Every action, every thought was tinted with his unconditional feelings. For you, and you alone.

The boundaries of his devotion seemed to have dissolved. They had become insignificant, giving way to emotions he had forgotten. Selfishness. A selfishness fueled by love. A selfishness that thrived on the insignificance the world had become. The world, behind you, had lost its importance.

"May the world be sacrificed for you."

- nagato, obito, itachi (nt) ; ace, corazon (op) ; mitsuya (tr) ; urahara (bl)

[izurou]

SIT STILL LOOK PRETTY FT. BLEACH MEN

features: kurosaki ichigo, urahara kisuke, grimmjow, abarai renji, zaraki kenpachi, and when you’re squirmy during sex.

contains: female reader. established relationships. very brief cockwarming. unprotected sex. dry humping. fingering. oral sex. choking. pet names. pussy eating god grimmjow. kisuke being stinky (hot version) approx 0.3k words per character.

note: some of these lack the squirming aspect but ignore it okay please i wrote these in a rabid dog state of mind :(

KUROSAKI ICHIGO

ichigo has a raw strength that’s second to none, and the determination to do just about anything in this world. still, you somehow manage to rival him at dire times like this—when he has himself buried inside you, but he’s not moving.

“h-hey, quit it,” he hisses, fingertips searing into your waist as he tries to still the subtle roll of your hips against his. he’s tired—borderline exhausted, but he missed you today, and falling asleep while you warm his cock is one of his favourite forms of intimacy—so long as you behave.

“sorry, can’t get comfy,” you respond, lying right through your teeth as you selfishly twist your hips in search of a little relief.

“right,” he mutters, slipping his cock out from in between your legs with a huff. in one swift, fluid motion—he flips you onto your back, hooking his arms behind your knees and leaning over your body. he eases back into your cunt, keeping you folded in half with his weight. “this any better?”

his presence is as overwhelming as ever—big brown eyes never leaving your own, watching the pleasure flood your face as he slowly begins to thrust in and out of you.

“ichi-go,” you gasp, feeling a wave of heat settle onto your cheeks from the sheer vulnerability of this position. that—paired with the unwavering intensity of his gaze almost has you wishing you would just absorb into the mattress. “ichigo.”

“what, baby?” his voice is low, just barely above a whisper as to not miss a single sound that comes out of you. he has the power to completely ruin you right here and now, but he keeps his pace slow—knowing the lazy drag of his cock against your walls will drive you crazy just a little more. “thought you wanted this?”

“i, i do,” you hiccup, squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to press against that gummy spot deep inside you—and he almost can’t keep it together himself.

“shit,” he groans, pressing a kiss just above your brow before rocking his hips into yours with a bit more force. “then take it, no complaining.”

URAHARA KISUKE

kisuke, who isn’t one for quickies, or half assed under the table handjobs—loves to take his time with you. in his mind, the more you writhe and squirm, the better he’s making you feel.

“please,” you beg, fisting the soft white linen on either side of your head. kisuke’s palm is warm as it runs along your spine, silently encouraging your tits to stay pressed to the mattress, and your ass to stay up.

the heat of his touch moves to your waist, both hands gripping your hips as you grind yourself—completely bare, against the persistent bulge in his boxers. you’re sure there’s a little wet patch staining the fabric, though it’s probably not very little anymore.

a choir of gasps and moans fills the room—most courtesy of you, with the occasional feature from kisuke. you keep your grip on the sheets though, even going as far as to use them for leverage—pulling yourself up the bed and away from the man looming behind you.

“where’re you going, hm?” he purrs, leaning over your fleeing figure and caging you between the mattress and himself. he nuzzles into your neck, holding you impossibly close. “you want me to stop?”

“no, don’t stop,” you blurt out, mere milliseconds after he finishes his question. you can feel his grin pressing into your shoulder—a telltale sign that he’s about to be up to no good.

he proves you right, wedging a hand beneath your body and running a finger between your folds. he does it once more, two times, three times total before he settles that finger on your clit—rubbing small, tight circles.

“that’s it,” he coos, feeling your body start to jerk under his own. he knows you have nowhere to go, sandwiched between his hand and his eager cock—begging to be set free. you bury your face into the bed, accepting defeat as you let him do as he pleases. “atta girl, lemme take care of you.”

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

the list of things grimmjow hates stretches from floor to ceiling and is forever changing—however, the one constant on his list would be his number one; having to work for a meal.

“s-slow down,” you huff, clamping your thighs shut around his head, and forcing him to take his greedy mouth off your cunt. his lips are wet—glistening with you as they form a smirk.

“huh?” he sneers, making a show of running his tongue across his bottom lip, keep his piercing gaze narrowed on you. his nails dig into your skin as he pries your thighs back open—and if your pussy wasn’t messy enough already, grimmjow spits on it from above.

all you can do is prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as he devours your cunt, running his tongue along your folds, sucking on your clit—all while completely disregarding the mess dripping down his chin. your hips have begun to buck and twist beneath his grip, but the thing that makes you lose it entirely, is when he nuzzles his nose against your clit and inhales.

“fuck!” you squeal, rolling yourself onto your side and hiding your face in your hands. he knows how embarrassed that gets you—but he also knows it spurs you on in some twisted form, probably from one too many nights with him.

“move it,” he growls, waving you off to the side before he lays down. there’s an obvious tent in his pants, but you know this position means his own needs are the last thing on his mind.

he motions with a finger for you to come closer—grin tripling in size with every inch that you near. he sticks his tongue out, his way of inviting you to sit on his face—the odds of you going anywhere decrease significantly so long as he can keep his grip on your hips firm—no problem at all.

“don’t cum until i say so,” are the last words you hear before his mouth disappears beneath you—resuming the heated make-out session he was having with your cunt just moments prior.

this time around, you’re grinding down onto his face rather than moving away from it, just as you should be.

ABARAI RENJI

renji is no stranger to seeing you on your knees—in fact you almost always wind up caged between his thighs by the end of the night. a way to relieve stress—that’s what he calls it, but every time he has you in this position, he loses control.

“f-fuck,” he groans, fisting the sheets on either side of him and letting his head fall back. there’s a fire burning in the pit of his stomach, and each bob of your head threatens an all out explosion.

“mm,” you hum, intentionally sending vibrations down the length of his shaft while unintentionally inviting him further into your mouth. he lifts his hips from the bed—tip already threatening to kiss the back of your throat.

“more, fuck,” he pants, tossing his pride out the window as he allows the breathiest little moans to fall from his lips. you pull off just a bit—hoping to sneak in a quick breath or two, but it’s enough for renji to notice the lack of warmth near the base of his cock.

he places a firm hand on the back of your head—holding you in place as he continues to buck his hips. he’s not being rough per se, but he’s barely pulling out—using shallow little thrusts to fuck your throat.

“yeah, just like that,” he praises you, making the conscious decision to avert his gaze from the roof to you—a choice that almost makes him cum on the spot. “fuck, look at you.”

you, with tears brimming your gorgeous eyes and saliva bubbling at the corners of your mouth, have never looked more beautiful. the sight has renji slowing his movements, cupping your face in his hand, wiping the stray tear that sneaks down your cheek.

“so pretty baby,” he mutters, unexpectedly pulling his cock from your mouth and leaning forward—kissing you instead. his lips move in tandem with yours, only momentarily though as he pulls back, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. “my turn now, okay?”

ZARAKI KENPACHI

most of the time, kenpachi is in the driver’s seat—but every once in a blue moon he’ll let you take the wheel, and every time, he’s reminded of why he shouldn’t.

handing over the reins entirely, he leans back—heated gaze searing through your weak attempt at holding your composure. one of his hands rests on your thigh, kneading the skin—an encouraging gesture, but one that does nothing to soothe the ache between your legs.

“kenny, i,” you can barely get the words out—too focused on sinking yourself down onto his shaft, back up again, down once more. you’re barely using half of his full length, but that’s all it takes for your legs to begin shaking—involuntarily clamping shut in front of you as you bring your knees together. “‘m close.”

you writhe in his lap, switching between feeble attempts to keep bouncing for him, and stopping completely to squeeze your legs together as best you can with his cock still between them.

“hey,” his chest rumbles from underneath your palms, pausing the internal battle you’re having with yourself. he grabs onto your waist, fingertips pressing into the fat of your hips and pulling you down. “you’re gonna take it all, right?”

“i can’t,” you insist, feeling his heavy cock drag against your walls, stretching you out in the most perfect of ways. a burning sensation is settling into your thighs, you can’t last a moment longer. you fall forwards onto his chest with a whine—leaving nothing but the head of his cock inside you. “can’t, i can’t.”

“come on, sit up,” he orders, wedging a hand between your bodies to hold the base of his cock in place—urging you to sit on it again. that same, thoughtful hand trails it’s way up your torso, in between your breasts, before finally settling on your throat.

it feels good—the slight pressure he’s putting on your neck, it makes you want him more. you sink down onto him, letting yourself see all the stars in the universe as his voice becomes increasingly distant—though still audible. “don’t squirm, unless you wanna run out of air.”

[justimaginescenarios]

Warning: NSFW

After the first time you did it raw, you weren't comfortable or you were afraid of getting pregnant if both kept going. You suggested using condoms.

Zaraki Kenpachi

He threw it away at the time, and called it "rubbish bags". As a man, he wanted to do it raw and flooding you in his sperm was his proud achievement.

Because of that, you banned him from sex until he used condoms. The 11th division quaked under Kenpachi's mad spirit.

Days after, he was not still in the mood, since you ignored his existence.

One day, he went crazy enough to kidnap you from your mission or your division (if you worked in another division) in front of other's eyes.

"Why are you so stubborn?" He asked.

"It's you." You are under his giant figure, fearlessly talked back. Even how mad he is, he never hit you. "... Because it was uncomfortable… when you cum in me…"

Moreover, since he was always too rough in the progressing, you bled many times. The condoms would help you reduce the damage. You explained to him.

The large man hesitated. He was worried about your condition. He acknowledged that.

After all, he decided to use condoms. But you never expected that the rage of having sex was up, since you did not bleed anymore. His worries were blown away either.

As expected of the most brutal man in Soul Society, the condoms sometimes were torn off, his sperm found the way getting into you.

Muguruma Kensei

He spent a hundred years in the living world, the condom in his hand was not so unfamiliar. Unlike Kenpachi, he was not stubborn in the kind of thing called "Being a real man". Because you were not in the best shape, he did not want to force you. He could wait until you are ready again.

Using condoms was not a bad idea. It may cause him discomfort, since he as well wanted to feel you around him, not the plastic.

When you told him, you two could do it naturally again. He hesitated a bit.

"I'm fine, Kensei. You hold yourself all the time."

He was explored. He wanted you so bad. He was harsh sometimes, then gentle again. He tried not to injure you, if not he had to use condoms for a long time again.

He was still a man, but could hold back for his s/o.

Hirako Shinji

A mischievous man. He said he was okay with it, but his facial expressions showed a difference.

"You really wanna use this when we do it."

"Shinji," there was a warning in your voice "stop playing with it." You glared at the blonde man who was blowing a condom balloon.

"But, y/n, you'll miss my-"

"Shut up!"

Raw dick he would say that if you let him finish his words. Before you left, you didn't forget to throw him a last warning about doing the do raw next time was the last time he could see his dick.

You thought using condoms was the best solution, but you never expected your man could do things to you.

He obeyed your command, even in force play. He had never touched you since he used condoms, even his fingers were in the condoms.

"You bastard…" you sobbed in anger and frustrated when he was fingering you.

"I don't want to lose my fingers, too, y/o."

"Shut up… take it off..."

"But you said-"

"Shinji, please…" you hid your ashamed face under your arms "... I miss you…"

A big wide smile spread to his ears.

"I told ya~" he leaned on you, huskily voiced into your red ear "you'll miss me."

He just rebelled for fun. Later, he used condoms as he thought about you sincerely.g

Urahara Kisuke

"Quit your acting, Kisuke."

You glared at his surprised face. In a second he was back to his stupid smile. This man acknowledged your thought, but always waited for you to speak out first.

"My bad, y/n."

Things went smoothly at the beginning. But then, he tried some weird shapes. Thus, you even begged him to just do it raw, because you were scared of them.

"It's just a condom, you know?"

He stretched a weird one in his fingers.

"I know!" You roared. You wanted the normal condom, not those damn ones "... But, I don't like it… don't use it..."

"I just have this."

You cursed. He did it on purpose. He lured you into his trap again. You can't withdraw or step forward either.

"Can we do without condoms today?"

At least he did not force you to the end. You groaned in your throat as an agreement.

Kyoraku Shunsui

He happily agreed. He was the type of man not to let his S/O worry about anything and respected your every word.

This old man was so open-minded or… just a pervert. He had researched many ways he could do with condoms, such as sexy poses to tear off the package, ask you to use your mouth to wear it on him, or he just left the full bag of his sperm inside you, ect.

He always kept some under his sleeve just in case. The most cases happened were those dropping out of his sleeve and you wished a hole to hide when there were others.

"You're a perv old man… you did it on purpose, am I right?"

He laughed, and kissed you, while his hand played with the condom stinking between your legs.

Ukitake Juushirou

He was the one who always stepped forward a step.

"This is what human use to have a safe sex?"

He took a look at the condom in his hand, then read the construction on the box in the other hand.

"You seemed not quite comfortable last time."

This man earned the reputation for his kindness and sensitivity. He could read you well, even if you haven't said a word.

You wanted to tell him too. You prepared one in your sleeve, but a different kind. You glanced at your man reading carefully the description, then took out yours. He was really surprised, then he smiled.

"We're a perfect match then, y/n."

He always made you get burned by his bright smile.

"But, Juushirou, if we use it, we can't get a child…"

In a few minutes of silence, he approached your tensed figure.

'It's okay." You were in his big embrace, your back was gently pat by his hand. "We have plenty of time, y/n. Our babies could wait until their mother gets well."

You groaned as the itching in your chest. How he could say those flirty words so warm and sweet.

"I love you most, Juushirou."

"I love you more than that, my y/n"

[electronicwitchcollection]

May I request for Urahara? Maybe the reader wakes him up wanting sex? Whatever you come up with is fine, but could you include some teasing and spooning? Please and Thank you!

Ask and ye shall receive 💜

Always happy to write about this eccentric fool 💜

~* Urahara smut*~

You woke early, sunlight trying to break through the blinds of your bedroom window. Laid on your side, basking the warmth of your boyfriends body pressed up against your back. His arm was heavily thrown over your waist, hanging limply in his deep slumber. You could feel his breath tickle the back of your neck with every snore he would later swear blind didn't come from him.

You had spent the night in your shared bed, doing what Kisuke liked best. Experimenting. Orgasm denial was his game of choice, bringing you to the edge more times than you had the capacity to remember, before torturously leaving you, gasping, begging for more. Only when tears started to escape from behind your lashes did he finally, finally let you cum, and what a climax it was.

Reminiscing drowsily about the night before had your libido reigniting that ember that never seemed to fully extinguish when with Kisuke. With Kisuke and his skilled fingers, dexterous tongue, there was no such thing as enough. You felt the familiar throb of need between your legs, the memory of his touch lingering over your most sensitive area. With a playful smile you roll your hips back, brushing the swell of your ass over his flaccid cock. The glancing touch wasn't enough to stir him from his slumber, or give you the satisfaction you were seeking.

Slowly creeping back, filling the small gap that separated your lower parts you gyrated again, feeling the silkiness of his length and the corse blond hair atop his manhood that trailed tantalisingly up to his belly button. A trail that when followed with lingering kisses and little nips made his eyes darken with pure, unadulterated lust. It was the quickest way you knew to get Kisuke fired up, using his larger frame to pin you to the closest surface and give into his cardinal desires.

Kisuke was as unpredictable in bed as he was in everyday life. You never knew what mood he was in until he had you exactly where he wanted you. Wether it be tied up, completely at his mercy, pushed against the nearest surface for a fast and brutal quickie or patiently being kept waiting as he worshiped each and every part of your body he could get his hands on. Everything with Kisuke was unexpected, Unpredictable and always earth shatteringly amazing.

Kisuke could pull you apart and put you together again as easily as he could all his inventions. He knew your body better than you yourself, knew the limits of what you could take, where to kiss, where to stroke to make you a blubbering mess of desperate need. He could be incredibly sweet and tender just as easily as he could be mercilessly Dominating. He was complex and meticulous. Methodical and sporadic. And you loved every moment with him.

You pressed your ass into him harder, slowly dragging your, as Kisuke repeatedly informed you, best asset against his groin. It was no secret he was an ass man, and he adored yours. Feeling the length begin to harden, you continued your sultry hip movements, anticipation building in your stomach for when he finally woke. You heard a deep inhale, felt him sleepily nuzzle into your hair, not yet fully awake.

His cock started to engorge, swelling across the cleft of your cheeks. Swapping your circular motions for slight up and down movements, you teased your bottom lip between your teeth, hungry for more. Kisuke's hand squeezed your hip, pulling you closer. His messy blonde hair appeared in your peripheral as he started kissing at your neck, his lips firm and warm. "This what you want?" He husked into your ear, voice low and husky with remnants of sleep and his own building arousal, so unlike his usual jovial lit he spoke with. He accentuated the question with a strong grind of his own hips, sliding his cock through your thighs, brushing against your opening

You nod, bringing your arm up to intertwine your fingers with his hair, keeping him close as you tilt your head, invitingly offering the space on your neck. He chuckled deeply, pressing hot kisses into the offered area, tracing over the marks he had previously left on your erogenous zone. "You're insatiable, did I not satisfy you enough last night?" 

You hummed, pleased with the attention you were receiving. His hand left your hip to cup around your throat, turning your face to meet him in a hungry kiss. His lips parted your own, tongue slipping through the gap to caress against yours languidly . He directed the pace, playfully changing from slow and sensual to demanding and desperate without notice, leaving you at his mercy. You didn't fight for dominance, loving the way he took control .

Occupying your attention with his tongue, Kisuke gently forced his idle hand through the gap between your neck and pillow, angling at the elbow to cup one of your breasts and massaging the globe. You moaned into his mouth when his fingers made contact with your nipple, rolling the hardened bud slowly. You left his mouth with a cry as he pinched your nipple, his dark chuckle getting muffled by your neck.

You wantonly rolled your hips back, silently begging for what you were craving. Kisuke knew what you wanted, the slick from your cunt dripping onto his cock nestled between your thighs attested to that. He wasn't going to give you what you wanted until you gave him what he wanted though. Another pinch of your nipple, the slow drag of his cock between your legs and he knew it wouldn't be long before you started begging

"Please Kisuke" there it was, the sweet sound of your voice massaging his male ego. He loved it when you begged for him, the breathy way you would whine around his name. You could do better however, there wasn't yet enough desperation in your voice to satisfy him. Kisuke wrapped his lips around the fleshy part of your shoulder, sucking hard enough to get the blood rushing to the surface, purpling under the suction. His hips slowly thrust into you, dragging his cock between the silky skin of your thighs, brushing the length over your wet opening. You moaned under his ministrations, fingers taking hold of his arm loosely still holding your neck. He could feel your nails digging into his skin, prompting him to suck harder around the flesh in his mouth. He wanted that bruise to last, wanted to see it contrast against your skin for days to come.

"please, please Kisuke" you whine softly, meeting his slowly dragging hips with erratic thrusts of your own, encouraging him to penetrate you. His lips release your shoulder, kissing softly the wet mark left there. He hummed in your ear, a noncommittal noise neither agreeing with your plea nor denying it, simply acknowledging its presence. His hand left your throat, smoothing it's way lazily down your chest, a trail of goosebumps erupting down the path he took. It bypassed his other hand sat idle at your breast, simply cupping the weight.

It was driving you crazy, the lack of stimulation he was keeping from you. The warm comforting blanket covering you suddenly felt too hot, too heavy, trapping you under its weight. You felt too tight In your skin, needing that burst of relief that only Kisuke could give you. His wandering, teasing hand brushed over the side of your breast, neglecting it entirely to follow the curves of your dipped waist and full hip. "Kisuke"  You said desperately, grabbing onto his hand to halt his teasing. You attempted to pull it to your core, where you needed his touch the most. He stubbornly wouldn't let it be moved from your hip, digging his fingers into the supple flesh.

"yes, YN?" He purred next to your ear, following the curved shell with his tongue. His breath ghosting over your ear made you shiver in the most delicious way, you were sensitive, every nerve in your body bursting to life, seeking every touch from your partner with anticipation. You were getting frustrated, the lack of stimulation where you most craved was torture. Your thighs squeezed together, rubbing tightly to try and generate some friction to relive your arousal.

Kisuke loved watching you squirm, needy in the way you sought stimulus. His cock was rock hard and dripping between your thighs, nicely getting massaged by your shapely thighs as you impatiently tried to create your own pleasure. He had half a mind to tie you down. Refuse you the freedom to take your own pleasure, have you completely at his mercy as he teased and worshipped every inch of your skin. He didn't have the restraint for that this morning, already aching to be buried inside you. He would however, hold out of more of what he wanted.

"touch me" the whine in your voice didn't hold the conviction you tried to portray. It came out as a beg and not the command you tried for. Kisuke rubbed circles into your hip, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck, taking his sweet time to answer you. His hand automatically slipped from your hip to your ass, squeezing in approval. He loved nothing more than having his palms full of your ass.

"I am" he smacked your ass playfully to prove his point, fondling the juicy flesh after to dull the sting. You pushed back into his large hand, pulling your top leg closer to your chest, offering room to the place you wanted to be touched. He maddeningly ignored the gesture, choosing instead to spank you once more. He wasn't going to ask you to beg, he preferred to wait until you were so delirious from denial, from your need for him that you offered it willingly.

Your groaned in frustration, attempting to turn in his hold to mount him yourself, take what you needed, what he was keeping from you. Kisuke was quicker though, and much stronger. His arm around your chest tightened, keeping you in place. He didn't need restraints to get you where he wanted you. His maddening kisses resumed, feathering over your heated skin, patiently waiting.

Tears of frustration started prickling behind your lashes, chest heaving with pent up frustration. "Please, Kisuke" you could feel him smirk into your skin. His hand followed the curve of your ass, dipping it lower to run the tip of his finger through your sopping folds. You tried to grind down, chase the feeling, get him in deeper. He was prepared for that, following your movements to just keep the smallest amount of contact.

"what do you want, hmm?" He husked behind you, slowly trailing his finger up your slit, coating it with your arousal. You could feel your pussy clench, trying desperately to coax his digit in deeper. You couldn't take anymore, you needed to be filled, feel the indescribable pleasure Kisuke could give you

"You. I need you. Please" Kisuke licked away the hot tear that had escaped from your lashes, rolling wetly down your cheek. You looked so beautiful like this, vulnerable, open, honest. Your face was flushed and your eyes were swimming with desire. So beautiful.

"You have me, always" he promised with a kiss to your shoulder, finger following your slit to your hidden clitoris, brushing over the swollen bud. You cried out at the brief but powerful spike of pleasure that surged through your body, writhing in his hold to seek out more

"Kisuke, fuck me, please fuck me. Please, please I need to cum." Hearing you almost scream out your need for him was exactly what he had been craving, his cock jumped, straining painfully hard at the sound. Mercifully he headed your plea, thrusting his two middle fingers into your hot, velvety walls. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth hung open as he began to quickly finger you. His digits thrust easily through your already soaked centre, plunging effortlessly into your depths. The angle along with the practiced curl of Kisuke's fingers had moan after moan falling from your lips.

Kisuke basked in your high feminine wails of pleasure, lived for the breathlessly way you choked around his name, gasping as he increased the strength behind his fingers. The lewd wet noises he was pushing from your pussy, music to his ears. He loved the sound which had you blushing a furious red, the sound of your arousal squelching on his fingers. His cock was protesting at being ignored, aching to be buried in your tight heat. Kisuke wouldn't indulge himself until he had made you cum though, you needed the release and preparation in order to take him comfortably.

He watched your face as it contorted with pleasure, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open with constant moans. His fingers felt amazing, hitting deep inside, relentlessly jabbing against the spongy part deep inside that had you seeing stars. The scared over burns from experiments and callouses formed over years of training decorated his strong hands, the unique pattern's rough, raised exterior only added to the experience, the different ridges and raised bumps added dizzying texture to his fingers.

"Your soaking". Kisuke whispered dirtily into your ear, plunging his fingers deep. The arm wrapped around you began to fondle at your breast, squeezing the fleshy mound, adding to the onslaught of pleasure. "Making a mess all over my fingers. Dirty girl, so desperate so early in the morning " You subconsciously squeezed around his busy fingers, bucking your hips against his hand. You were already wound up before he entered you, at the pace he had set, it wouldn't take long for you to reach that peak you had so desperately been craving.

You sighed his name, keening high at the pleasure you were drowning in, too overwhelmed to construct any coherent sentences other than his name. "The sound of your messy cunt is driving me wild"  he husked gravely, scraping his teeth over your ear and making you shiver. He ground his cock against your ass, seeking stimulus to sooth his throbbing erection.

Heat rushed your face at the mention of the sloppy wet noises reaching your ears, groaning embarrassed at his dirty declaration. Heated fluid rushed through your pussy, coating his thick fingers as they unrelentingly brushed over your hidden pleasure spots. Waves of pleasure rippled over your skin, building up the tension in your lower stomach, depths clenching tightly around the fingers pushing deep inside you.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, hurdling it's way towards you at a rapid speed. Your muscles tensed, awaiting the blinding wave of euphoria ready to consume you. Kisuke immediately felt the signs of your body ready to explode on his fingers, the quiver in your legs. The short breathy moans increasing in pitch, the way you screwed your eye's impossibly tight. Keeping his fingers curling in an unbreakable rhythm, Kisuke started to whisper in your ear

"Should I let you cum?" You nod earnestly, keening at the building pleasure "that pretty pussy is clenching around my fingers, dripping all over my hand." You could feel it, your arousal coating his fingers, dripping onto his hand, between your thighs. Could hear the lewd wet slap of the heel of his palm pushing against your opening "so tight, going to fill you with my cock"

You moan loudly, hand scrambling to intwine your fingers with his messy hair, tugging on the captured strands to pull him closer. Kisuke slammed his lips to yours, forcing his tongue into your willing mouth. He kissed you hungrily, swallowing your choked out moans, tongue mimicking the movements of his busy fingers.

You turn your head with a gasp, moaning around Kisuke's name as you came. Heat rushed through your body, carrying with it ripples of blinding pleasure that pulsated through every muscle in your body . Your legs kicked out against the bed, unconsciously trying to get away from the overstimulating plunge of Kisuke's fingers working you through your release, keeping you riding the overwhelming high with his relentless probing.

You shout as you felt a searing gush of liquid being forced from your abused core, obscenely wetting your thighs and ass, squelching around his fingers deeply massaging you. Your second orgasm didn't spread through your body, it slammed into you hard, taking your breath away as darkness consumed your vision. You choked on the breath you were unable to suck into your lungs, groaning deeply at the intensity of the pleasure.

Dexterous fingers slowed, lazily pushing through your twitching cunt. Kisuke kissed your shoulder, allowing you to gather your senses after he scrambled your mind. Your body went limp, muscles tingling as you sank heavily into the bed, breathing deeply. You hardly noticed when he removed his fingers, wiping the excess arousal coating his hand over his rigid cock, slathering the rock hard muscle with your juices. You sigh, nuzzling into the pillow beneath you, blissfully satisfied and ready for slumber.

"no you don't" you could hear the amusement in his voice, feel his grin as it pressed into your shoulder "Im not finished with you yet." You couldn't decipher if that was a promise or a threat, it made you whine softly regardless. His hand caressed over your thigh, cupping the back of your knee and raising it up towards your chest. He followed the path back up, squeezing your ass appreciatively. Taking hold of his cock, Kisuke lined it up with your opening, kissing the back of your neck as he pushed through into your velvety walls.

He groaned, low and guttural as he bottomed out, panting deeply to strive away the overwhelming urge to explode deep in the vice like clamp you had around his cock. He filled you to the brim, exquisitely stretching your walls to accommodate his girth. The pull of sleep long forgotten, you moan softly at the weight buried inside you. You needed him to move, encouraging him with a small wiggle of your hips. Kisuke grabbed hold of your hip, stilling your movements with a sharp intake of breath

"Kisuke... move" you whine needily, attempting to fight against his hold to rub your ass against him encouragingly.

"As you wish.." Kisuke muttered into your neck, slowly dragging his cock through your velvety walls only to renter as torturously slow. You sigh contentedly at the full intrusion, lips parting with the deep breaths of enjoyment. Fingernails digging into the flesh at your hip, you knew he wouldn't be able to hold this pace for much longer, wouldn't be able to resist plowing into you with frenzied force. You clench the muscles in your cunt, squeezing tighter around his unhurried thrusts. A smirk played on your lips at the muffled grunt from behind, followed quickly by a more rapid roll of his hips.

Kisuke held you impossibly close, melding his body to fit perfectly along your own as he gave into his desires. The position didn't allow for much more than short rapid thrusts, the power he put behind each one more than made up for the lack of room though, as you moaned wantonly with pleasure. He expertly jabbed the swollen head of his erection into your pleasure spot, giving little reprieve between every jolt of pleasure surging through you. His breathing deepened, wetly panting into your flushed, heated skin,

He left sloppy kisses along your shoulder, lapping over the sweat stained skin lavishly with his tongue. His hand expertly roamed over your body, caressing his calloused fingertips over where he knew would make you shiver, raked his nails teasingly exactly where would have you arching your back, paying attention to every curve on the way to your breasts. His exploration didn't effect the rhythm he had set, every thrust expertly, faultlessly crafted to push you closer to bliss.

Nonsensical moans fell readily from your lips, unable to form a coherent sentence in the throes of pleasure. You moaned around his name, the breathy way you spoke, like a prayer, had Kisuke's head swimming with arousal. Loosing himself in the tight, wet heat between your legs, taking his own pleasure from your willing body. Always the vocal lover, Kisuke grunted and groaned, muttering soft expletives into your ear

"feel so good. Fuck, so damn tight YN" 

The tingling of arousal spread from your cunt, spreading through your lower stomach. Every dirty praise, every unrestrained groan of your lovers deep voice only added to the lustful atmosphere holding you both together. Arms wrapped themselves around you, hugging you close to his impressive abdomen before flipping you suddenly, the ceiling of your bedroom coming into view as Kisuke rolled onto his back, keeping you laying over his body.

Your arms flailed about, trying to find something to hold to stop Kisuke bucking you off him at the rapid momentum he used to thrust up. Feet planted into the mattress, he used the purchase to powerfully rut into you, strong hips slamming into your ass as he chased the high of orgasm. Your head lulled back, nestled perfectly between his head and shoulder, you held tightly onto his arms, crossed over your body to keep you where he wanted you.

He painted heavily with excursion, moaning gravely in the back of his throat with every snap of his hips. The increased power behind his thrusts, the change of angle had him punishingly bumping against the spongy patch nestled within your depths with alarming accuracy, pushing you closer to the edge of euphoria. Moan after moan tumbled from your lips, eyes screwed shut with blinding pleasure.

His rhythm faltered, jerkily speeding his assault as he sought the end. With a shout Kisuke came, thick hot ropes of his ejaculate painted your walls. The rush of heat mixed with the hurried snapping of his hips had you joining him, spiralling into the depths of pleasure. A high keen overshadowed the rumbling groan of Kisuke as you voiced your pleasure, body relaxing and melting with the rush of endorphins flooding your body. You lay limply in his strong arms as he lethargically dragged his cock between your lips, milking every last drop of his pearly white essence to fill you up.

You could feel the deep rise and fall of Kisuke's chest at your back when he finally stilled, legs limply falling to the bed as all the tension left his body. Carefully you roll from him, landing on your stomach to lay beside your lover. You stretch out your tingling muscles with a contented sigh. You pepper his chest with kisses, taking advantage of finally being able to touch him freely. Kiskue huffed out a breath of amusement, giving you that lopsided smirk you adored,

"satisfied? Or are you already looking for round two?" 

You grin against the smooth skin of his chest, kissing your way up his sternum to reach his lips. "With you?" You mutter against his lips, edging away teasingly when he tried to capture them

"I always want round two"

[brittscafe]

urahara nsfw hc? 😽

Anything for Urahara <3

Y'all already know this man is a straight up pervert.

I definitely think he owns all the sex toys that exist and loves to experiment with you.

He'll even make his own toys and use them on your or to use on himself.

Kisuke loves it when you sit on his face so his tongue can work on your clit with ease.

He will start to give you innocent massages until his hands start to slip to places where they shouldn't be.

Calls you good girl a lot and will praise you even once in awhile.

THIGHSSSSSS THIGHSSSS AND THIGHSS.

Kisuke loves your goddamn thighs so much, he would love to suffocate in them.

He loves the way your flesh starts to spill out from his fingers as he grips your thighs when you sitting above his face.

When he's deep inside of you, he loves to giggle like a highschool girl and make bad jokes.

You're never not laughing.

Kisuke will start to drool if you take control and start to ride him.

He just takes it all in and smiles like he's high off of you (he probably is or just high in general)

He's fond of sleepy sex and cockwarming.

Loves to wake you up by eating you out with one of your legs hooked over his shoulder.

Would rather give than receive, but Kisuke's so down for you suffocating on his cock.

Kisuke will even grab onto your head to steady himself when he's moaning and is getting closer.

Almost cums when you scream out his name and he did one time.

He rarely ever is face to face to you when having sex, but he'll always have his arms around you or his face nuzzled into your neck.

Kisuke just loves the absolute shit out of you and would do anything to pleasure you.

[ghost-party]

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Pairings: Sosuke Aizen x F!Reader, Kisuke Urahara x F!Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: transactional relationship, sugar daddy arrangement, age difference, power imbalance, possessiveness, marking, collars, choking, oral sex (male receiving), teasing joke about pet play, alcohol, drunken behavior, tipsy reader, smoking, intimidation, manipulation

A/N: This chapter was so fun to write, mostly because I've been looking forward to Kisuke's introduction. 😁 IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!

“We’ve been invited to a Halloween party.”

You roll over onto your side, the sheets tangling around your legs as you look up at Sosuke. It’s a Sunday morning in late October, and the two of you have opted for indulgent laziness, lingering in bed long after waking.

He’s still reading his book, turning the page with a small flick of the wrist. “It’s an annual masquerade,” he explains. “Black tie.”

“Sounds like it could be fun,” you venture, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling yourself closer to him. As you rest your head on his hip, you can feel his body relax, as if your nearness calms him.

Reaching down, he slowly strokes your hair, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yes. And admittedly… I’d like to show you off.”

His eagerness to have you on his arm never fails to flatter you. Turning onto your back, you prop your head on his thigh and stare up at him, admiring his profile as he turns to take a sip of coffee.

“You said it’s annual. Do you go every year?”

At that, Sosuke’s expression changes. He frowns and sets his mug aside, his gaze almost distracted as he glances down at you.

“No. The host is… an old friend.” The smile he attempts better resembles a grimace. “We have something of a complicated history.”

Feeling both concerned and curious, you reach up, gently prying his book from his hands and setting it aside. “We don’t have to go.”

But even as you say it, you begin to connect what all he’s told you, and a look of understanding crosses your face.

“Is that why you want to show me off?”

To his credit, Sosuke makes no attempt to deny it. His fingers continue to thread through your hair, the possessive glint in his eyes by now familiar.

“Can you really blame me?”

He gives your hair a tug, enough to make you arch your neck. As he traces the marks he’s left there, he murmurs, “I’ve always taken a perverse pleasure in seeing others covet what’s mine.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you relish his touch, the lazy slowness of his fingertips gliding across your skin. “What makes you think he will?”

He falls silent for a long moment before quietly answering, “He and I are more alike than either of us would care to admit.”

With that, it seems your morning interlude has ended. Sosuke begins to shift beneath you, prompting you to sit up. When he disappears into the bathroom, headed for his closet, you collect the clothes you tossed over a nearby chair the night before. You perch at the end of the bed and wait for him, hugging your oversized turtleneck around yourself.

Normally, the two of you would spend the day together. But he informed you last night that he has lunch reservations with Gin and Kaname, followed by fencing practice. He’s increased his time at the club as of late, preparing for an upcoming tournament he plans to enter.

“You’re welcome to stay here,” he says, walking back into the bedroom. He’s chosen a midnight blue sweater with a collared shirt underneath, his pants neatly pressed. Although he’s wearing his glasses, you know his contacts are tucked away in the fencing bag slung over his shoulder.

“That’s kind of you, but I should head home.”

In truth, you suspect it would feel strange, inhabiting his space while he’s not around. If he were truly your boyfriend, maybe you would feel differently. But regardless, it’s been several days since you’ve been able to spend quality time in your apartment. You can catch up on laundry and handle other “life admin” tasks, as Rangiku so trendily calls them.

Sosuke walks you out, an easy quiet stretching between you until you reach the sidewalk in front of his building. His driver is already parked and waiting to take you home, while Gin’s now-familiar Porsche Panamera idles right behind it.

You can see the man in question sitting behind the wheel, smiling — always smiling. When he waves, stretching his arm out the window, you manage a half-hearted one in return.

Your attention is dragged away when Sosuke’s thumb and forefinger tip your chin up, prompting you to look at him. 

“Later this week, we’ll go shopping.”

The softness of his voice tells you he’s interpreted your discomfort as disappointment, assuming that you’re feeling reluctant to let him leave. “We’ll find something perfect for the party.”

You nod and force yourself to smile, allowing his nearness to calm you, just as yours does him. “Okay.”

“Ah… I almost forgot.”

Hefting the fencing bag a little higher on his broad shoulder, he reaches into his back pocket, retrieving his wallet. “I left my checkbook upstairs, but I have cash.”

It feels as if your stomach is twisting in on itself. Of course. He needs to pay you.

Because that’s all part of the arrangement, isn’t it? It’s easier to accept his checks and deposit them using your phone, the process so quick, you barely have to think about it. But having crisp bills pressed into your palm in broad daylight, in the middle of a sidewalk in one of the wealthier parts of the city… It feels wrong, like you should be embarrassed or ashamed.

He doesn’t seem to notice your shift in mood, bending down to press a kiss to your cheek before turning and walking away. Mechanically, you force yourself to slide into the backseat of his hired car, the driver already well aware of your destination. 

You know the only way things will ever change is if you talk to Sosuke. He’s always valued your honesty, the way you speak your mind around him, seemingly without hesitation.

This, however, is different. As you sit cross-legged on your couch that afternoon, folding a load of freshly-washed towels and barely paying attention to the midday news, you realize you’re afraid he’ll say no.

Maybe he likes things exactly the way they are now. He did tell you he doesn’t do committed relationships. But aren’t the two of you already committed, even in some capacity? Would it really change things that much to alter the terms of your arrangement and pursue something more emotionally satisfying?

Your gaze lingers on the stack of cash sitting at the corner of your coffee table — ten hundred-dollar bills — before your attention is drawn to the television.

They’re playing footage from a joint press conference held by the police department and the district attorney’s office. Having attended several of Rangiku’s work Christmas parties at her insistence, you recognize the DA, Jushiro Ukitake.

Despite his long white hair, tied neatly at the nape of his neck, you estimate he can’t be any older than 45. A soft-spoken man in private settings, he carries himself with stern professionalism when needed. And at this moment, it’s clear that he’s commanding attention with ease.

Standing beside him is another familiar figure, his hair just as white, though his gaze is hard and piercing rather than warm. Toshiro Hitsugaya, Rangiku’s boss and one of Ukitake’s ADAs. From what you’ve heard, he plans to run for district attorney in the next election, and Ukitake will give him his full endorsement.

Things seem to be wrapping up, with reporters still attempting to ask questions, even as both men join the police commissioner and exit the conference room. But the scrolling headline stretched across the bottom of the screen tells you everything you need to know.

ANNOUNCEMENT OF SPECIAL TASK FORCE, UKITAKE CRACKS DOWN ON ORGANIZED CRIME

This must be why Rangiku’s been so busy lately. You send her a text, asking if she wants to meet up later for drinks. Not expecting to hear back anytime soon, you busy yourself with putting laundry away and checking to see if there’s a yoga class you can drop in on.

You’re feeling restless, and you can’t exactly figure out why. Something about the news broadcast needles at you, like a thought that’s not fully formed, something half-conceived and impossible to articulate.

But you find yourself feeling more at ease when you check your phone, your other hand clumsily reaching for the yoga mat tucked away in the back of your closet, and see a photo from Sosuke.

He’s dressed all in white, his fencing jacket pristine, mask tucked under his arm. You can tell he’s fencing épée today rather than sabre, since he’s not wearing his lamé. Although you still consider yourself a fencing novice, listening to him speak about it at length has left you with working knowledge of the different weapons and their requisite equipment.

As you knew he would, he’s swapped his glasses for contacts, leaving his handsome face unobscured as he smiles into the mirror. While you’ve never been able to take a decent selfie that way, he looks like a model with his hair pushed back, his soft brown eyes seeming brighter under the fluorescents of the changing room.

I miss you. Dinner tonight?

You’re a little surprised, but at the same time, warmth blooms in your chest at the prospect of seeing him again so soon. 

A small part of you considers saying no and making him wait, exerting a little control. It’s not that you mind following Sosuke’s lead. More often than not, you’re happy to do so. But there’s a certain devious pleasure that comes from keeping him on his toes, and you suspect he enjoys playing the game.

That being said, after having to give up your time together earlier today, you can’t deny that you’re eager to see him. It is, at times, an uncomfortable truth: You’re greedy when it comes to him, his affection, his attention. He’s given you enough to make you crave more and more. 

Checking your inbox, you see that Rangiku still hasn’t responded. Even if she does and says she’s free, she’ll understand. She’s the one who’s encouraged you these past few months, after all. You feel reassured and excited as you type out a reply.

I’d love that. 😊

•••

Although you trusted Sosuke to help you choose an outfit that fit the requirements of the party, you’re beginning to wonder if it’s too much.

Much like the dress he selected for your outing to The Dark Room, this one skims along your body like a second skin, more structured in the bodice but flowing around your legs, aided by a rather scandalous slit. Paired with sheer, black thigh-high stockings and glossy black pumps, it makes you feel like a different person.

But the accessory that still has your face feeling hot, even as the car nears your destination, is a leather collar fastened around your neck.

When Sosuke came up behind you while you looked at yourself in the mirror, you glimpsed his smile first, the curl of his lips verging on wicked.

“I have something for you.”

Your own lips parted in surprise as he reached around you, guiding the soft, black leather around your throat. Once it was clasped at the back, you lifted your hand and gently touched it, tracing over the small, golden studs… and the small bell hanging perfectly in the center.

You weren’t entirely shocked. In the weeks since your first foray into more adventurous activities, Sosuke had you wear a collar several times. On an especially memorable occasion, he kept his fingers hooked around it, pulling it tight against your neck as you sucked his cock, all while he took a late-night work call.

But you hadn’t expected to be wearing one tonight.

“I thought it would be fitting,” he explained, reaching down and lifting your half-mask from the bathroom countertop.

Made of delicate black fabric with lace and gold lining, it curved up into two cat ears, a subtle touch. Sosuke’s mask, meanwhile, glinted with silver, its contours carved into the likeness of a wolf. 

“You really think of everything, don’t you?” you teased, your fingers still tracing along the leather.

“For purely selfish reasons,” he said, his large hands settling on your hips as he bent down. He gazed at the two of you in the mirror, looking pleased and prideful. “I wanted to see it on you. Now that I have, I’m inclined to never let you take it off.”

You kept your eyes on his reflection, even as you tilted your head and allowed your lips to brush against his neck as you asked, “What, do you want to keep me as your pet?”

A delicious darkness crept into his expression as his smile widened just a bit. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”

Now, he reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze as the car passes through a set of wrought iron gates. You shoot him a grateful glance before your attention is diverted, the house ahead of you seeming to emerge from the surrounding trees.

Perhaps because of the sleek modernity of Sosuke’s apartment, you had expected a similar structure, a sprawling compound made of metal and glass. Instead, it’s a large, old house, well-maintained but by your guess, built at least a century ago.

As the car joins the line snaking around the circular drive, you continue to look. There are windows of all sizes, some with curtains drawn, while others glow with warm light. The black paint has begun to peel in places, only adding to the gothic feel of the manor, with its peaked roof, heavy stonework, and numerous arches.

“What do you think?” Sosuke asks, his tone mild and difficult to read. Even when you turn to look at him, his expression is frustratingly placid.

“It’s a little strange,” you admit, withholding the fact that you like that it has a distinct personality.

It becomes even more noticeable when the car finally stops and Sosuke comes to your door, taking your hand and helping you step out onto the paved path. To the right of the house is a small greenhouse, and even in the fading light, you can see that it’s nearly full to bursting with plant life. To the left is a separate building that resembles a barn, though more modular in shape. 

“Our host is an eclectic man,” Sosuke explains as you follow a few other couples inside.

His assessment is only confirmed as you wind your way through the house, taking notice of mismatched rugs, bookshelves that look ready to buckle, random sketches and unintelligible notes tacked to the walls in places.

Your fellow guests seem entertained by the chaos and clutter, almost as if it’s decorative — a mad scientist’s lair or an occultist’s abode. But something tells you none of it’s affected. Maybe it’s the abandoned, half-full cups of coffee, or the occasional singes in the wallpaper.

You half expect the ballroom to be in a similar state. And yet, it’s a gleaming gem in the midst of a labyrinth of oddities.

Golden chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceiling, and wide windows overlook the edge of the forest. You feel less self-conscious about your outfit as you look at the other guests, the lushness of fabrics, the extravagance of silk and velvet, the sparkle of embellishments.

A string quartet plays in the far corner, and buffet tables line the walls, laden with an expansive spread of appetizers, desserts, and drinks. An enormous punch bowl catches your eye, and you watch as a petite young woman with green hair pours herself a cup, sloshing it down the sides. With a huff, the burly man beside her steers her away, shaking his head in apparent exasperation.

Sosuke’s hand comes to rest on the small of your back. You’ve both slipped on your masks, and as you look up at him, the wolf’s profile strikes you, glimpses of sharp teeth visible along its jaws.

“I see a few familiar faces.”

“How can you tell?” You’re only half-teasing, genuinely wondering how he can pick out anyone in the crowd based on the lower half of their face alone.

He simply smiles and leads you towards a group of people who turn out to be new coworkers, employed by a company that his own recently acquired. The tension is thick, but Sosuke navigates it with enviable ease, parrying clumsy attempts at passive aggression with amused disdain.

The two of you move around the room, sipping champagne and tasting hors d'oeuvres whisked around on platters carried by masked waitstaff. You make polite conversation with senior executives and socialites, people who wouldn’t give you a second glance if they passed you on the street. 

Many of them fawn over Sosuke, recalling a luncheon they both attended or a conference at which he spoke. They shower him with compliments, seemingly in an effort to gain his favor. But when someone goes too far, entering his personal space or outright ignoring your presence, he responds with an iciness that makes them physically recoil.

As the night wears on, you notice a shift. Voices are growing louder as guests continue to imbibe. Ties are loosened, shawls and jackets are thrown over chairs, and masks grow crooked as movements become drunkenly inelegant. You notice couples exiting the room, looking for a private place to indulge. The music swells into something more passionate, or perhaps that’s just how it seems.

You’re feeling tipsy, light on your feet as you hover near the edge of the dance floor, watching your wolf stalk his latest prey. With an apology, Sosuke slipped away to speak with a friend of a friend who just so happens to have connections with a rival corporation.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised. But it feels like it’s been so long since he left you here, trying not to sway in your heels as you people-watch.

You’re draining the dregs of your fourth glass of champagne when you feel someone’s presence beside you. Turning to look, you nearly step back.

Rather than a half mask, this man wears a full mask, white and skull-like in its visage. Its teeth are bared in a grimace, deep ridges lining both cheeks. On either side of it, you can see straight blond hair cut in a straight line that sweeps just above the stranger’s chin, or where you suspect his chin is.

“H-hello,” you stammer, betraying how startled you are.

His laugh is muffled as he lifts his hand and removes the bone-white face, revealing a wide, toothy grin. “Scared ya, huh? You looked like you could use some company.”

You don’t want to assume he’s flirting with you, though it’s difficult to tell from his expression, along with his close proximity. Your eyes flit down to his clothes, a matching black jacket and slacks paired with a dark orange shirt. 

When you don’t answer, he drawls, “Then again, if you’re bored, maybe you should check out the library upstairs.”

Your brow furrows a little. “I don’t know if that’s allowed…”

His grin widens. “Trust me, our esteemed host won’t care. Hell, he’s not even here.” He gestures around the ballroom, and for the first time, you realize he’s right. 

You’ve met countless people, endured tedious conversations, and played the part of Sosuke’s arm candy with practiced patience. And yet, you would remember being introduced to the “eccentric” founder of this increasingly-debaucherous feast.

Before you can come up with a response, your mind feeling fuzzy thanks to the expensive champagne, the stranger winks and dons his mask, shoving his hands in his pockets before vanishing into the crowd.

You look around, trying to spot Sosuke. But it’s no use. Maybe he took his business to a quieter room. The more the idea sits with you, the better it sounds, to escape for a few minutes and savor the reprieve before returning to find him. If I run into him on my way there or back, even better.

The air immediately feels cooler when you exit the ballroom, your heels thudding on the hardwood floor. A few turns lead you to a spiral staircase, and, remembering the stranger’s words, you hike your dress up and climb to the second floor, every creak seeming louder in the newfound silence.

Removed from the incessant noise, you sigh with relief, walking slowly as you glance into the open rooms on either side of the hall. One reminds you of a laboratory, wall-mounted shelves laden with vials of various liquids. Another is a simple bedroom, the covers messy, a rumpled red tracksuit left on the floor next to a baseball cap.

The library, however, is unmistakable, a large space full of wooden shelves overflowing with leather-bound volumes and paperbacks of all sizes. There are even stacks of books on the floor, heavy tomes layered in dust. The air feels thick with quiet, settling around you like a blanket. When you draw in a breath, you smell leather, something earthy, and a faint hint of sweetness.

You slowly walk down the center of the room, noticing that each section features a label, written in the same haphazard scrawl as many of the notes you saw downstairs. Feeling a breeze, you give in to your curiosity and seek it out, finding a small reading area at the far end of the room. It’s furnished with old armchairs, a threadbare sofa, and a window seat.

The latter is where you find a man sprawled out, his long legs crossed at the ankles. The open window is right beside him, the cool night air ruffling his sandy hair. A thin haze of smoke hangs around him, a pipe lying forgotten on the wooden sill. When he turns to look at you, you see that his cheeks are lightly stubbled, his bangs long enough to hang over his eyes.

“Hey there, kitty.”

His voice has a subtle roughness to it, though it’s not as deep as Sosuke’s. Amusement curls around each word, and his smile seems genuine and relaxed, almost as if he’d been expecting you.

“Trying to escape?” he asks.

You shake your head, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be wandering around.”

The man tilts his head, resting it against the window jamb. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

You can’t explain why you’re so certain of it, but you reply, “Because you’re the owner of this house.”

He looks pleased by your deduction. “Very astute.” With a little groan, as if he hasn’t moved in a long while, he folds his legs beneath him. “Care to join me?”

Initially, you’re hesitant. What if Sosuke is looking for you? You don’t want to be gone too long. But it would be rude to decline your host’s offer. And besides, you’re undeniably curious about him.

“The host is… an old friend. We have something of a complicated history.”

Hoping to learn more about what Sosuke was referring to, you nod and take a seat, carefully arranging your dress so that its high slit doesn’t shift and reveal too much. Even so, it isn’t exactly comfortable, the boning of the corset pressing against your ribs. Around your throat, the collar feels suddenly heavy.

The man extends his hand, and you readily take it.

“Kisuke Urahara, awful host and notorious layabout.”

Your lips curl into a small smile as you tell him your name. “That first part might be true, but I somehow doubt the second. It was hard not to notice everything downstairs.”

“My perpetual mess?” 

Kisuke rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, and for the first time, you realize he’s not even dressed for a party. His dark green henley is wrinkled, and he’s wearing loose cotton pants that resemble pajamas. Seeming unbothered by the chill, his feet are bare, and he rakes a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead.

“People are always telling me to get a housekeeper. But I’d never put someone through the agony.”

Recalling some of the more complex notes, quickly-scrawled equations and what looked like sketches of molecular structures, you ask, “Are you a scientist?”

Kisuke hums. “Sort of? I like to tinker. I have what they call a restless mind.”

Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees, hands falling into his lap as he fixes you with a bemused stare. “It feels like you’re asking all the questions here. Is this an interrogation?”

“Aren’t cats curious by nature?” you easily counter, scooting further back onto the seat so that you can fully turn and face him.

“Until it kills them.”

There’s no threat in the way he says it, his tone light and playful. But even so, it makes you briefly hesitant, at least until the liquid courage of the champagne reminds you why you’re here.

“Do you know Sosuke Aizen?”

To your dismay, Kisuke’s expression betrays nothing, that same lazy smile stretched across his face. “Yeah, I do. We went to school together — even roomed together during grad school, in this shitty little apartment off campus.”

It’s jarring to imagine Sosuke, always so immaculate in how he presents himself, living in a place even smaller than yours, surviving on cheap ramen and all the other poor-college-student staples.

Seeming to read your mind, Kisuke says, “That was a long time ago. I doubt he enjoys reminiscing about it.”

Deciding to jump at the opening, you tell him, “He said the two of you have a ‘complicated history.’”

That earns you a reaction, albeit a small one. His mouth twitches slightly, and his green eyes narrow just a little. “Oh yeah?”

“What did he mean by that?”

In hindsight, you could have been more subtle — eased him into the conversation, asked some bland questions to throw him off, tried to prompt him to give you answers without directly seeking them out.

But Kisuke Urahara is far from stupid. What little you’ve seen of his “tinkering” tells you that much, as does his former friendship with someone like Sosuke.

“I’m surprised you’re asking me instead of him. You’re rather close, after all…”

Your breath catches in your throat when he reaches out and uses his forefinger to flick the tiny bell hanging just above the notch at the base of your throat. It jingles softly.

“You might be wondering why I throw this party every year but never make a point of showing up,” he says, changing the subject with ease. “I’m less interested in socializing than I am in taking advantage of my guests’ loose lips.”

When your brow furrows, he continues, “It’s a perfect opportunity to collect information.”

“You mean blackmail.”

He shrugs. “It’s only blackmail if you use the threat of its release to your advantage. I’m simply a collector.” 

He lifts his hand again, this time using the lightest touch to trace the outline of one of your mask’s pointed ears. “Curious, even.”

“Some might say devious,” you counter.

Kisuke chuckles. “You’re one to talk, with the company you keep.”

Your reply goes unspoken as you watch his expression change, suddenly growing serious. Leaning forward even more, his voice drops to a low murmur.

“Be careful.”

“Why should she be?”

You quickly turn and see that Gin is leaning against the nearest bookshelf, his thin smile wide.

A mask carelessly hangs from one finger, its pale green scales glinting in the sparse light cast by nearby lamps. His silver suit matches his hair, though it contrasts with the black shirt he wears underneath.

Kisuke sits back, the picture of leisure as he turns his lazy smile towards Gin.

“The punch has a tendency of getting more lethal as the night goes on. One of the hazards of a good party.”

“Quite an assumption for a man who can never be bothered to attend.” Looking at you, his gaze narrowed, Gin says, “Sosuke’s been looking for you.”

The words almost slither under your skin, the implied questions enough to make you worry.

Why did you leave?

Where have you been?

What are you doing with Kisuke Urahara?

You stand up so fast, you wobble a little on your heels, and you feel something warm settle on your lower back — Kisuke’s hand, fingers splayed, palm flattened against the gentle curve of your body.

“Easy there, kitty,” he murmurs, and when you glance back at him, you see that his bangs have fallen back over his face, his green eyes bright with something you can’t quite name.

“So considerate.” Gin’s tone is mock surprised as you step away from Kisuke and slowly walk towards him. “Have you always been this kind?”

Kisuke shrugs and picks up his pipe, stretching his legs out once more. “What can I say? I’ve always had a soft spot for cats.”

Gin is silent as he leads you out of the library and back downstairs, his gait relaxed. It’s only when the two of you reach the staircase landing that he abruptly turns, taking a step towards you. You instinctively move back, pressing yourself against the wall.

“Let me give you some advice,” he says, cheerful as ever, even as he leans in closer, casting deep shadows around you.

“Stay away from Kisuke Urahara.”

You blink up at him, tongue-tied for a moment before you finally ask, “Why?”

The twist of Gin’s mouth makes fear spike low in your gut. “Because Sosuke doesn’t like sharing. Especially not with him.”

“I wasn’t —”

“Is there a problem?”

When Gin turns to look down the stairs, he moves just enough to clear your line of sight. Arms crossed, the masked stranger from earlier stands with one foot on the bottom step. His face is bare, mouth curved into a pronounced scowl.

Beside him is a man you saw earlier tonight, dragging a pouting girl away from the punch. His muscles strain the sleeves of his dark blue jacket, and his white hair is cut into a shaggy mohawk.

“Not at all,” Gin answers, spreading his hands in an innocent gesture. “We were just having a private conversation. Is that not allowed?”

“You’re an awful liar, Ichimaru.”

Gin offers you his arm, and you numbly take it, too shocked to do anything else. As the two of you descend the stairs, he airily replies, “What an ugly accusation, to say that I’m lying.”

When you reach the bottom, the rangy blond steps back, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and Gin.

“Besides, even if I were lying,” your companion drawls, tilting his head in a condescending manner, “I’d be superb at it.”

The taller of the two men opposite you jerks his thumb in the direction of the front door. “Better get moving. Your owner doesn’t strike me as the type to put much slack in your leash.”

Gin ignores the obvious bait and steers you away, his expression unchanged despite the confrontation.

“Who are they? Those men?”

You half expect him not to answer. But instead, he says, “Friends of Kisuke. Unpleasant, aren’t they?” He leads you through the living room and into the entryway. “Kaname always criticizes my manners, but at least I make an attempt…”

As he reaches for the door, a breath away from opening it, his voice lowers to a murmur.

“Don’t forget my advice. I’m sure you’ve figured out that Sosuke’s a possessive man.”

He turns to meet your gaze, and the fear you felt before responds in kind, a cold dread settling over you.

“And I suspect he has no intention of letting you go.”

[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Ichimaru Gin x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!aizen, dom!gin, dom!kisuke, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), dirty talk, slight degradation kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, praising kink;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Sosuke Aizen.

When Aizen wants to eat you out he will specifically ask you to lay on your back and let him take the lead. How does he enjoy feasting on you? With your legs draped over his shoulders, his slender fingers gripping the plush of your thighs both to keep you in place and drive you mad. The cute whimpers leaving your mouth, as his tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves for the sake of his sadistic side, make him go nuts, albeit he would never let you know about it. You want more, your hips bucking up as breathy pleas roll out of your tongue, when Sosuke locks eyes with you.

“Beg” he huskily demands, his hot breath fanning your dripping heat.

Chest raising and falling erratically, you shoot a desperate glance at him, teary eyes boring into his dark ones, as you give up. Trying to front, or display difiance with him will only grant you hours of torture and you are in no position to endure more teasing from him. He is unbothered by your bratty attitude most of the times, his annoyance showed off in the way he drags out your orgasms only to let you utterly unsatisfied in the end.

“Please, please, Sosuke, make me come! I can’t take it anymore!” you whine out, your bottom lip wobbling as he grins up at you, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your inner thigh until he reaches your aching cunt.

“You are lucky I am in a good mood” he states, before his mouth dives back between your legs and his lips wrap around your throbbing clit.

You moan loudly, your back arching as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the heavenly sensation he is blessing you with. He sucks onto it, his fingers digging into your skin, and you are more than sure that tomorrow morning you are going to find bruises in the shape of his fingerprints on your thighs. But it is worth the pain, this pleasure is something only he can provide you.

When you gasp for the overstimulation, he dips his tongue into your core, his thumb reaching up to your clit and pressing onto it in circular motions. At this point, incoherent words leave your lips as you squirm and your toes curl. He does not even care about the fact that your legs are now squeezing his head.

Looking up at you from behind his dark eyelashes, Aizen replaces his tongue with his index and forefinger and curl them inside you, having no trouble in reaching that sensitive spongy spot within your inner walls. You squeal out in pleasure, your jaw going slack, as your body jolts up for the sudden stimulation.

“Let me taste you, darling. Let me drink from you” Sosuke murmurs, his voice soothing and contrasting with his lustful and lewd gestures.

You cannot retaliate, replying is impossible at this point. When his tongue begin to twirl around your abused clit again, while his fingers thrust in and out of you in a depraved melody of squelching sounds, it is time for you to give him what he wants.

You arch your back, sinful moans filling the room as your orgasm rips through you and Sosuke is quick to withdraw his fingers, now glistening in your essence. He leisurely sucks them clean, before lapping at your core so sensually your body twitches.

“You’re so beautiful, when you’re fucked out” he comments, kissing his way up your stomach until he hovers over your writhing frame.

When his hand reaches down to unbuckle his belt, you know he is far from being done with you.

Gin Ichimaru.

This man is a real menace. He loves giving you oral more than receiving. While he is prone to do it pretty much at any given occasion, he has a thing for bending you over his desk and eating you out from behind. No matter how you many times you try to object that it is degrading, he does not give a damn about it.

He loves the control he has over your body, his large, calloused and bony hands spread your rears as his tongue explores your core deeply, until you bang your fist onto the wooden desk and squirm around under his ministrations.

“Stop squirming, little girl, or I might have to give you a punishment” he chides you, lapping at your folds assiduously.

Sweat beads your forehead, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you whimper and, when he deliberately bites softly at your lips to earn a reaction from you, there is nothing that you can do but try to stand back up. Gin obviously sneers, his hands pushing you back down onto the desk as he delivers you a rather brutal spank. A cute yelp erupts from your throat, eyes widening even so slightly, as he slips his hand between your thighs to cup your sex.

“What a naughty little minx you are… What was that, huh? You are clearly asking for a punishment, you little masochist” Gin taunts you, smirking as his long fingers plung into your arching core without much of a warning.

You are dripping, your nails scraping the wooden surface of the desk as Gin watches the way your face scrunches up in shameful grimaces expressing your pleasure. It is not enough, he wants to really leave you thinking about this little session you are having for hours, before you are going back to work for your Captain.

“Gin! Fuck— Please, please, I can’t take it! I need t-to come” you beg him, as he kneels back behind you and pulls his fingers out of your entrance.

“Yes, you can. Now shut your pretty mouth and let me enjoy this pussy before you go back to Aizen” the Captain of the Third Division says, before delving his tongue into you and making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Your body is trembling, he can feel it, and the way your walls clamp down the tip of his tongue are a clear sign that you are close to your climax. A presumptuous smile gracing his thin lips, Gin does anything in his power to help you reach your climax. With a flick of his tongue, you scream out his name and the smirking snake below you is ready to collect your juices on his tongue.

Once he is done, he glances down at you and playfully spanks you again, leaning down towards your ear “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up. I don’t want to hear Aizen complain about how messy you looked at the reunion” he teases you, earning a groan of frustration from you.

But, as much as you despise the way he drives you mad, Gin Ichimaru has elicited reactions from you no one has ever made you experience before.

“I’m coming” you whisper, standing back up for real this time.

“Again?” Gin jests, only for you to grasp a slipper and throw it at him.

Urahara Kisuke.

Listen to me. If he was about to die and he was granted one last wish, this man would be asking for someone to sit on his face. He enjoys, no, he adores eating you out. He could spend hours between your thighs, savoring your essence over and over again. But if you just sit on his face, he will not make you regret your choice. The way you whimper and cry out his name from up above makes him literally hard.

“Kisuke, gosh, that’s— ah!” you struggle to find proper words to describe the way he gradually making you crumble down at his feet. His tongue is relentless in the way it twirls and swirl around your bundle of nerves, or the way it hastily dips into your core to collect each and every drop of your juices not to let them go to waste.

“I know, kitten, I know… Just let this old shop-keeper lavish your pussy. I am so hungry, I swear” he whines, hands sprawled over your hips to help you keep your balance. While he is clearly in command, even if he apparently does not seem to have the upper hand, this lazy man might even ask you to help him in the said task.

“Ride my face, baby, come on” he rasps out, palming himself through his pants as you cannot help yourself but slowly start to move your hips at a sensual tempo.

He groans, eyes close as his lips, teeth and tongue work together to help you reach your third orgasm. Your muscles burn, you are on the verge of collapsing for the powerful and draining waves of pleasure he has made you experience, but as you cry out in pleasure again you realize he has ruined you forever.

No one is going to give you oral the way he does.

“Fuck! Fuck! K-Kisuke, I’m—” you chime then, a scandalous high-pitched tone of voice piercing his ears as you increase the pace of your tempo. You are so close, so close to bathe him into your juices once again and he is eager to taste you as if it is the first time.

“Yes, princess, just like that! Come for me, good job, baby” he utters, smiling in ecstasy as you whimper and your orgasm leaves your mind blank. His tongue viciously laps at your core, a guttural sound leaving his throat in the meanwhile. He is so glad you exist.

As you pant and climb off of his face, muscles aching and eyes closed, Kisuke humms and jokingly squeezes your thigh before tugging his pants down his legs and smiling.

“If you want, we can try a sixty-nine now” he breathes out, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and making you chuckle softly in return.

You love that pervert shop-keeper so much.

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[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 23: MEDICAL PLAY Kisuke Urahara x F! Reader

Requested by: @electronicwitchcollection ➡ Hiya! I’m not 100 sure on how this works. But For your kinkiest could I please request 2 and you choose which you prefer? I can’t decide 😂. I can’t wait to see them all 💜 both with female please 20 shunsui kyoraku 23 kisuke Urahara. tw: mdni. medical play. mentions of pregnancy. kisuke kinda gaslights reader. tied to the bed. fingering. squirting. vag. wc: 855 masterlist

Kisuke Urahara isn’t a doctor, but he is a genius. Kisuke knows about the human -and souls- body perfectly well, and, when it comes to try new things, you are in charge of helping him…

“I honestly don’t understand the purpose of this experiment, Kisuke” you sigh, tied to a gyno bed.

“Come on, you know I won’t hurt you… I just want to see if Shinigami can get pregnant from a human without the need of a gigai” he calmly says, as he sits down in between your spread opened legs.

You widen your eyes. And lift your hands up.

“STOP… STOP! STOP!- WHAT? PREGNANT? KISUKE I AIN’T GETTING PREGNANT?” you protest, trying to close your legs with no positive result; your ankles had been tied to the bed.

You hear him scoff. How could he be that calm when you are freaking out?

Kisuke stands up and shows you how he in silence puts his gloves on. He comes closer, right in between your legs and smiles.

“I wasn’t planning on trying it on you… I just needed to take a look at your human features. However, now that you named it… I would pretty much wish my experiment was successful with you…” he jokes. -or maybe not-

You tilt your head and narrow your eyes. “You better don’t…” you sentence him, with your index pointing menacingly in motherly scold towards him.

He lifts his hands in sign of innocence and sits back down to keep “working” in your exposed core.

“I must say, however, that the idea might have turned you on, (Name)” he murmurs, playing with the wetness already forming in your sex. It was true, the idea seemed… interesting to say the least.

You soon notice the sterile intrusion of a latex surrounded finger. It makes you gasp, because you could swear your core felt a lot more sensitive than ever.

But you keep it calm. You don’t wanna give him the pleasure… why not? you still aren’t sure.

Then, a second one. He hums while he does, as if it was very normal to finger your “patient” with no sexual intentions.

“KISUKE!” you finally scold him. “What are you doing?” you ask, despite knowing it very well. He is having fun, and you will eventually come if he keeps doing that.

“What?” he mumbles, acting all innocent and peaking with his naughty eyes from above your legs. “I needed to test the way the human walls spasms around, in this case, my finger. I believe that part of a successful conception has to do with the capabilities of the female anatomy more than the man itself… this will be very helpful to improve my gigai prototypes”

You massage your temples, because even if it makes sense… you are sure he knows about that more than well…

“You liar…” you whisper, looking to the wall on the right. “Why am I a liar, (Name)? don’t tell me you can’t take it? Should I apply anaesthesia, so you feel more comfy?” he asks, smirking with a mocking tone.

You sigh, louder.

“Or do you want me to keep going because it feels very good? Mh?” he insists, standing up and coming even closer to your sex. “If you tell me… I can go further; orgasm is something I also need to fully study”

You feel your cheeks on fire, as you swallow and cover your eyes. “Go… further, Kisuke…” you mumble, shily -and honestly so needy-

“Say less!” he energetically answers back, and prepares to give you his special finger treatment… along maybe, with some vitamin D injection.

Kisuke sits back down, this time he takes off his gloves. “We don’t really need this, don’t we?”

One and then two fingers slide inside with no problem, and with beckoning motions he hits the upper wall of your insides. Kisuke knows exactly where and how to touch, and his hand on your lower belly pressing down makes it harder for you to keep it quiet.

You begin squirming, as the sounds of squirting liquids resonate all around his lab. You lose control of your lower half, trying to forcefully close your legs -and failing miserably-.

Orgasm is soon to arrive, and you can’t even moan by now… your eyes met his from above the brim of your hospital gown, and his smirk makes you shiver.

“Kisuke… I can’t- I am coming-“ you inform, even if he already knew by the growing spasms of your walls.

“Are you? Show me so I can take notes on every little sensation…” he whispers, calmly destroying your insides with his masturbating torture.

You nod, letting yourself go, exploding in a wet orgasm that bathes his forearm and gets him harder than ever before.

And, Kisuke, who is not willing to miss the sensation around his dick of your milking climaxing walls, immediately lowers his pants to guide his hard sex into you.

“Can I? this is also part of my investigation, you know” “Fuck me… you can investigate all you want, Kisuke ~” “Thanks for your contribution to science, (Name)… ngh fuck, you are too tight…”

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[thithesandofferings]

Title: “Heads up Baby” Urahara x Reader:

Synopsis: You’ve spent months picking out the perfect sperm donor for you, even consulting your trusted doctor, Dr. Urahara, all about how excited you are for the experience. What you’re not expecting is for him to take an interest in you…and your future child.

Tags: Slight stalker themes, public themes, degradation, dubcon themes, kinda insane urahara…. “Just the tip”, Breeding Kink.

Kinktober Masterlist

Urahara loves when he gets his way. Loves when all of his plans finally come into fruition and he gets what he wants. And what he wants is so easy- you made sure of that. With a cute lump of a baby hiding in that little tummy of yours, god he cant wait to fuck you later.

When you came in to his hospital, he knew he'd found the one. The one that would produce his heir and continue on his legacy. With big eyes, and struggling doubt settled on your shoulders, whispers of how many doctors you've been to and how it just wont take.

He made sure it took. He may have lied and even looked at candidates with you, but how are you gonna know that he just used his seed to impregnant that pretty body of yours.

He considered fucking you, but he knew- even without having you face down and whining- that it would take. So he didnt really have to put much effort. Sure was a joy when you came running in and hugging him with good news that you were having a baby.

But just because he used your body, doesnt mean he doesnt like you. With your pretty eyes, and squeezable thighs. Loves when you get all pitchy and moan his name. Even encourages the scratches on his back. It may have taken you awhile to get warmed up, but hes a patient man. He adores you, especially when you look up at him like hes your god when he has his cock in your mouth. Says that he'll be careful with you. That its only the tip and it wont even make you cry. He makes you beg for it. Even likes when you run, but he'll coo to you- yea its ok baby, you can take it. Wrapping his hand around your burgeoning tummy and throat. Cute when you squeeze and gush a little harder at that.

He'll be a good father, it is his kid afterall. Eventually you'll figure it out, especially when the child starts to look oddly familiar.

[ziinesso]

A Lazy Lover. He doesn't fight for love. No, it's too much effort. He lets love flow, slip through his fingers, without ever holding onto it. He simply waits for a current to pass through him. He lets himself go. He enjoys. And when the current abandons him on the side of the river, he merely watches it go. And with that lazy smile, he awaits the next current.

- geto (jjk) ; atsumu (hq) ; urahara, shunsui (blc) ; shanks (op)

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ bleach masterlist.

any titles without a link has not been posted yet.

SERIES

coming soon.

HEADCANONS

coming soon.

kurosaki ICHIGO

╰┈➤ you look so good

take the reins

call her daddy

waterpark

all night

abarai RENJI

╰┈➤ touch me feel me

shut that shit down

2 AM

urahara KISUKE

╰┈➤ midnight snack

jaegerjaquez GRIMMJOW

coming soon.

zaraki KENPACHI

╰┈➤ tom & jerry

kyōraku SHUNSUI

╰┈➤ too calm

kuchiki BYAKUYA

coming soon.

hitsugaya TŌSHIRŌ

coming soon.

jushiro UKITAKE

coming soon.

[ryoskuna]

⭑ morning glory | kisuke urahara x reader (gender-neutral).

notes: there’s implied angst with reader and kisuke’s relationship. how that angst applies, I will not be elaborating just yet. i don’t want to specify if this is pre-tybw arc or post, but feel free to guess though. is this just a memory of kisuke’s or a hallucination ? anyways, enjoy the sweetness. this is the first thing that i’ve written and posted here in years, so bear with me.  i may post more character things but with my ocs...

dedication: to meena / @hellinistical​

inspiration: morning glory - oasis. ( x. )

summary: urahara may be good at a lot of things, but cooking is one area he could work on a little more. but he tries, and that should count for something, right ?

kisuke had let you slip through his fingers once before. It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t (though he was lying to himself - he was too late, too slow, his fault), or at least that was what yoruichi had told him. as you might imagine, he wasn’t convinced, but he never showed it in front of you, and you never brought it up. if you were aware of the part he played in what happened to you (or the lack thereof), he wondered if you would come back to him every night and stay every morning, tending to little things around the store and working your own schedule around his and every reason he gave when he had to help ichigo or the soul society who he still cared for, though they banished him.

they might have turned their back on him, but he hadn’t turned his back on them. he had tried, for what it was worth, but he hadn’t succeeded. 

his fingers curled around the cool metal handle of the pan as he set it on the stove, careful not to rummage too loudly through the kitchen lest he risk waking you up from your slumber. last night, you hadn’t slept so well, from the moment he peeked in and checked on you until he finally stopped his work in his lab for the night and laid next to you. you tossed and turned, restless, and it wasn’t until the exhaustion swept over you that you succumbed to sleep. 

kisuke wasn’t much of a cook - that was more of tessai’s area - yet, the scientist had resorted to trying. 

for you. 

one of the most important things to him, besides his mind.

how hard could it be? it was just mixing things together - eggs, flour, sugar, milk, and butter - until it was liquid enough for him to put into the pan. he watched as the butter melted on the metal, hearing it nearly sizzle before he put the liquid onto the pan. he wanted to hurry and finish before you woke up.  though his surprises were more elaborate and dramatic, and you had long since grown used to it, he supposed this one wasn’t up to his normal mischievous deeds. 

he turned over the cooked food, tuning into the sound of your feet creeping along the floor. he could hear your hand sliding along the wall, steading yourself as you watched the blonde, still with his hat on, hum to himself as he stood over the stove. you were expecting tessai to be there, with the sweet smell that wafted through the air, but kisuke standing there was more of a pleasant surprise. 

“aha, good morning, sleepyhead.” kisuke chuckled to himself as if it were the funniest thing he could have possibly thought of. 

“good morning, kisuke,” you remark, and he turns to look over his shoulder, tipping the brim of his hat with his suddenly free hand as if he were a chivalrous cowboy. The grin on his lips is absolutely filled with his signature mischief, though his gaze only speaks of familiar fondness at the sight of you, still rubbing sleep from your eyes. he also doesn’t miss the smile that appears on your features - small, so if he blinked too soon, he might have missed it, but he didn’t. it works its way into his memories for him to store later and think of with the same fondness.   “what are you up to now?”

“making breakfast for you, y/n.” he glances back to the supposed “pancakes” though they’re flatter than he intended.  a frown forms on his lips, and he turns away from you before you see it, though you still walk over to his side. he glances out the corner of his eye, the sleeve of his haori slipping down his shoulder as you rest your cheek against his arm. “though the pancakes didn’t turn out as I planned…”

you pick up one of the “pancakes”, cooling on a plate next to the stove with a dried fork in the dish drainer, tear a piece off, and put it into your mouth. He watches expectantly, attentively seeking your reaction. 

“you can say you don’t like it.” the shop owner remarks, and you nearly laugh as if you weren’t in the midst of swallowing your food. 

“it’s definitely too flat for a pancake… but…  it’ll make a good crepe,” you decide, moving to the fridge and pulling fruit out. “I’ll wash these off,” you gesture to the bowl of berries, and then hold up the can of whipped cream, and the bottle of chocolate sauce now in your arms. “thank you,” you add.

“you’re welcome,” he says softly. kisuke’s expression hints at being awe-struck, though it fades away as he gives a little nod and goes back to humming as if there had been no interruptions. 

“keep going, kisuke,” you instruct, turning the sink on, water rushing out.

“you got it!” he chuckled to himself before he then glances over to you. “are you sure, y/n?” he asks again, his voice dropping - losing its mirth momentarily, his eyes obscured by the shadow cast by the brim of his heat. 

you chuckle, “yes, kisuke, i’m certain.”

after a moment, he flicks the knobs on the stove and turns them off, all the crepes now stacked onto a plate. His knuckles brush fondly over yours, yet you miss the look in his eyes - the way he touches you as if to make sure that you are certainly there, standing next to him. you turn your hand over and then raise your hand to lift the brim of his hat some, and he only smiles in return, raising your hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

if this was a dream, he just needed a little time to wake up.

[kyokaasuiigetsuu]

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welcome to my blog! I LVOE MAKING FRIENDS I LOVE MEETING PEOPLE !!! my name is periwinkle. im a tumblr writer with a bit of experience under my belt. i recently read and watched bleach so here i am. this’ll probably be a multi anime blog :3 MINORS DNI.

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