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How Hirako Shinji would act towards his significant other/lover headcannons

TW: slightly suggestive, teasing, protectiveness, very slight nsfw

Summary: Shinji would be that partner who annoys you just enough to keep things interesting but always makes sure you know you’re loved

A/N: I'm slightly bummed out that not only did this draft not save the first time, making me lose all my progress, but I had to type everything again from memory. Hopefully, I wrote everything like last time. Hope you all enjoy this one cause I had fun with it despite the problems.

Teasing & Playful Banter: Loves to joke around and poke fun at his partner, often in a mischievous but affectionate way.

Calls his S/O silly nicknames just to get a funny or cute reaction from them. He really lives for their reactions. “Oi, shorty, need me to carry you?” (Even if they’re tall.)

Playfully pretends to forget important dates, then surprises them with a gift at the last moment.

Flirtatious & Cheeky: Shamelessly flirts with them, using his signature smirk and smooth talk.

Casually leans in way too close just to see them flustered. “Oh? Are ya blushin’? How cute~”

Winks at them even in completely inappropriate situations, like during a serious mission.

Groping them in areas to get a reaction is also one of his favourite things to do

Whispers nonsense in their ear just to make them flustered like, “Ever wonder why bananas are curved?”

Observant & Attentive: Notices small details about his partner and subtly takes care of them without making a big deal about it. He's just trying to be nonchalant.

Notices when they’re feeling down and, instead of asking, just casually hands them their favorite snack.

A happy s/o, a happy life.

Adjusts their scarf or fixes their clothes absentmindedly, acting like it’s no big deal. Both fashion icons

If they’re struggling with something, he subtly helps without making a fuss. “Oh, this? Nah, I was just bored, so I finished it for ya.”

Protective (In His Own Way): Acts nonchalant, but if someone threatens his partner, he becomes deadly serious.

If someone’s bothering them, he steps in with an unsettlingly calm smile. “Hey now, ya wouldn’t wanna make me mad, would ya?”

During a fight, he plays it cool but positions himself between them and danger.

Doesn't let them go on dangerous expeditions, instead he keeps them nearby in his office.

Laughs off threats against himself but gets serious the second his S/O is involved.

Laid-back but Loyal: Seems easygoing, but he’s completely devoted and would never betray their trust.

Acts like he doesn’t care when they complain about something but will 100% remember and fix the issue behind the scenes.

If someone flirts with him, he just smirks and says, “Sorry, I’ve already got someone way cuter."

He boasts about them very often to the point its just a reflex. He really lives them.

Never brags about his loyalty, he just proves it through his actions.

His actions speaks way louder than his words.

Casual PDA: Not overly affectionate in public, but will casually drape an arm over them or ruffle their hair.

Throws an arm around their shoulders without thinking. “Oi, don’t walk so fast. Yer leavin’ me behind.”

Flicks their forehead when they’re being “too serious.” or Casually links pinkies with them when no one’s looking.

Isn't a fan of hard-core PDA and would rather do so in the comforts of his or their chambers.

Comforting in a Unique Way: Instead of straightforward comfort, he’ll lighten the mood with jokes but will listen if they really need to talk.

If they’re crying, instead of saying something serious, he makes a ridiculous face to make them laugh.

He will divert the topic or straight out say something out of pocket that is bound to make you laugh.

After a tough day, he’ll sit next to them and say, “Well, that sucked. Wanna go get food?”

If they open up about something painful, he listens quietly, then says, “Yer stronger than ya think, y’know?”

Secretly Romantic: Occasionally surprises them with unexpectedly sweet gestures when they least expect it.

Shows up at their place randomly with their favorite food but acts like it’s no big deal. “Oh, this? Nah, I was just passin’ by.”

Leaves little notes hidden in their stuff with dumb jokes or surprisingly sweet messages.

Plans something thoughtful but plays it off casually. “Oh, look at that, I accidentally got us reservations at yer favorite place.” or "yer gonna join me? I got us some popcorn and that movie you've always wanted to see"

Respects Their Independence: Doesn’t smother them, but always has their back when they need him.

Doesn’t hover but always makes sure they know he’s there if they need him.

If they need space, he gives it without question but leaves them a silly message: “Don’t miss me too much~”

Never forces them to rely on him but quietly supports them when they do.

Don't completely abandon him now.

Acts Aloof but Cares Deeply: Might pretend he’s not worried, but his actions show he truly cares.

If they’re sick, he acts like it’s annoying but suddenly has soup, medicine, and a warm blanket ready. He also won't leave their side until they get better.(Results in him getting sick too)

If they get injured in battle, he jokes, “Tch, ya just wanted me to carry ya, didn’t ya?” while fussing over them.

When they accomplish something big, he teases, “Eh, I knew ya could do it. Just took ya long enough.”

A/n: Finally it's done!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN ❤️

Feed us some shinji smut (and angst) 😻😻😻🙏🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭😭

All I have now are wilted flowers.

Starring: Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (platonic relationship);

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, angst, betrayal, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, morally grey reader, turn back the pendolum arc, blood, manipulative reader, toxic behavior, psychological manipulation (Aizen vexing the reader), unhealthy codependency (the reader is deeply attached to Aizen);

Plot: looking back at your relationship with Captain Hirako, you could not help but ask yourself: was it ever really love, if the night your brother supposedly sacrificed him, you did not step in to save him?

Luscious, silky strands resembling the warm rays of the sun curtained you off from the rest of the world. His breath was labored, his jaw clenched and his slender fingers were digging into the tender flesh of your wrists with such a brutal force you would have not been surprised to spot crescent marks on them the following day. You drove him crazy. When you were around, the Captain of the Fifth Division stopped flaunting and dropped to his knees to worship every inch of your skin. You made him desperate for your attention.

And you loved it.

The formal power imbalance between you two was actually reversed. You were the fourth seat of his Division, he was your Captain, he should have held some kind of authority over you. Sadly, he did not. You had him wrapped around your finger, crawling to you like a madman, begging you for nights of passion in his chambers. You were his safe haven.

And now, as you let him smash his lips against yours, tongue lapping at your mouth to open it, you knew damn well who was in control between you two.

“You know, I can’t wait to replace your surname with mine. — he uttered, hands skimming down your abdomen to reach your core, pressed against his knee — Mrs. Hirako sounds pretty good, don’t you think?” he crooned, moaning at the sight of your juices leaking over his rotula. You were a sight to behold.

His words should have made your heart thrum in your chest. The man you loved had just revealed his intention to make you his wife. Too bad you had buried your feelings and humanity so deep in your chest you had no idea where that stupid organ, keeping you alive, was wallowing in despair. There had been a time in your life, when you had genuinely loved him. It did not cost you any effort flirting with Shinji, hanging out with him hours past the curfew to wait for the dawn together, sipping saké on the rooftop of the Fifth Division.

You had cherished your first kiss with devotion for months, you had rejoiced that he never forgot to send you a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers at your dorm every Monday morning.

And then you had told your brother that you had fallen for your Captain.

Since that day, you had not been the same anymore. Your bond with Shinji was a strategical move. Sosuke had told you he was glad you had experimented such a strong feeling for someone but, for your own good, it would have been better if you guarded your heart from the pain of the future loss. Shinji Hirako, your Captain, your Shinji, had to die.

And, after leaving your brother’s office that evening, you had died too.

You did not share your brother’s thirst for power. Surely, however, you were terrified of losing him. If you did not partake to his plan, he would have probably risked his life. Choosing between your own flesh and blood and the man you loved broke you. Eventually, though, you chose to protect yourself. No more feelings, no more love. You could make the most of the time with Shinji without compromising your brother’s plan. You would have forced yourself to see the love of your life as a mission to accomplish.

And that fool in love did not notice anything off about you. When he kissed you, you melted in his arms the same way you did, when you first sealed your fate on his thin lips.

“Let me be on top” you suddenly whispered, shoving him off of you and flipping him over, watching him eagerly laying on his back.

Shinji did not protest, his hands gliding up your hipbones, cupping your waist to balance you on top of him with care. You took a hold of his cock, the tip leaking with precum, as you delicately rubbed your thumb over it, diligently smearing the translucent substance all around the pinkish head. How many times had you done that for him? Too many to count, but his reaction remained the same. He groaned, eyes rolling in the back of his skull, whilst he spasmodically buckled his hips up to get your attention.

He needed you and he would have needed you every single night of his life. As you pumped his shaft in your hand a couple of times, his half-lidded eyes locked with yours and, in that moment, you knew. You knew he would have always looked at you the same way he was doing now: enamoured.

He loved you. And he would have loved you forever, even if you were going to twist a dagger in his heart and push his rotting corpse in Hell, where Captains belonged.

You took a sharp intake of air, as you lined his cock to your entrance, gradually lowering yourself down to let his girth part your walls. Was there something real in what you were doing? Yes, there was. But you indoctrinated yourself with believing it was just physical pleasure. You were ensnaring your own senses in a bottle, tossing it far away for you to never be able to reach it again, to uncork it and breathe in the true essence of love you had been deprived of for years now, for the sake of your brother.

Shinji grunted, hands squeezing your ass as he watched you rotate your hips sensually above him. You were the gooddess he believed in, the only woman who had been able to rip his chest open and surgically remove his heart. How could he not trust you to look after it for him?

“What do you think?” he asked you, foreteeth sinking onto his bottom lip, when you set up a quicker pace, riding him as if you meant it. And maybe you did. Or maybe not. But how could he know you were not the same girl who had told him ‘I love you’, more than a decade ago, in a old hay loft you had found shelter from the rain in, or that you were not the shy, young girl who wrote little poems for him to read before falling asleep?

You moaned under your breath “About what?”.

“How does Mrs. Hirako sounds to you?”.

“Like a dream”.

He pushed himself up, pressing his forehead against yours, lips chasing your glossy ones in feverish kisses “Then marry me”.

You did not have a heart anymore. There was a hole where it was supposed to be, right? Then why did you almost feel that stupid organ skip a beat in your chest. You were better than that. You were not the type to fall for heartwretching words like these. You could not fall for Shinji Hirako, the goofy Captain of the Fifth Division, all over again.

You smiled against his lips, kissing him back, avoiding answering because it was easier to let him believe you were too emotional to say something else than shuddery breaths and moans. He did not let you rest, though. Shinji thrusted upwards, cutting your breath off, before sliding one arm around your waist to keep you firmly archored to him.

“Don’t you dare ignoring what I said” he rasped out, watching your mouth part in obscene cries of pleasure he was eliciting with his rough, steady thrusts, preventing you from moving freely. You were at your limit and he knew your body language. He was close too and you could see it in his eyes, pupils dilated, and in the way he hissed when you reached your climax.

“When? When should I marry you?”.

“Now”.

You chuckled, shaking your head tiredly “Don’t be ridiculous”.

He bit down softly on your jawline, nuzzling his nose down the curve of your neck “Then tonight. Meet me in my dream. I will make you my wife”.

When he suddenly pulled out of you, spilling his seed down on your belly, you wondered if he would have said the same thing again, had he be knowing what would have happened that night. But you could not care about it, not when telling him not to leave his barracks would have meant betraying Sosuke.

You kissed him, one last time, passionately, ignoring the lump in your throat when you provided him the only answer he had been anguishing to hear from you “I’ll be there”.

And you were there. Hair neatly combed, eyes clouded over in a mixture of apathy and dread, as you rested your hand on the hilt of your zanpakuto, you stared at the horizon in trepidation. They were coming. He was coming.

Everything was going according to your brother’s plan. Tosen was standing a few feet away from you, silent, as Sosuke and Gin approached you two. There was no need to say anything. His caramel eyes lingered on your face in pride, a faint smile gracing his lips to praise you for your service. You had worked hard for the sake of your brother’s plan. For a better future. You had proved yourself worthy to follow him, to be a member of his deranged, secret society. His docile, sweet sister, the little girl who always followed him around, who trusted him blindly in every decision he made, even when they lived in the Rukongai. Maybe, this was the reason why you had given up on your happiness to see Sosuke triumph over the system.

Sosuke had always been right. He had to be right this time too.

“I will leave him to you” Sosuke said then, before ambling off to hide himself, as soon as he heard fast footsteps approach the area. Then you felt it. Captain Hirako’s reiatsu, strong and comforting at the same time, rained down on you. You flash-stepped a few feet ahead, meeting your opponent midway, hand hastily unsheathing your blade and holding it upfront, the metal shining ominously underneath the moonlight.

When the Captain halted right in front of you, your grip on your sword intensified. Face to face, standing on opposing sides for the first time ever, you witnessed to the way fear contorted his face. Had you been summoned to investigate too? He could swear he had not heard your name leave Captain Yamamoto’s mouth. Not even your brother, his Lieutenant, had been sent to look for the missing members of the Ninth squad.

“What are you doing here?” he hesitated, but you did not flinch, or budge to reply. His words remained unheard. Shinji could not believe his eyes. Your silence was the unequivocal proof you were involved in whatever phenomenon was happening in the Soul Society.

Shinji straightned his back, hand reaching for his own weapon, but his movements seemed somewhat not as determined as they usually were during a fight.

He was used to handle ferocious Hollows and belligerent Ryokas, not you. Not his reason to be a better man. Nothing made sense. Not your cold eyes, your defensive stance, the droplets of dried blood on your cheekbone and clothes.

Where was his darling?

“Answer me!” he shouted, just as Lisa and the Captains of the Third and Seventh Divisions joined the battlefield with horrified and disortiented expressions plastered over their faces. Still, the broken one, the man having an existential crisis was Shinji. You were not close to the others, but you were close to him, you were his woman. The one he loved. You should have cared about his opinion on you.

At your refusal to dignify him with an explanation, he lost his mind. He charged towards you, eyes filled with sufferings, regrets, whilst he swung his sword towards you. Stepping aside, you let the Hollowfied Lieutenant of the Twelfth Divison clash with him.

A groan of pain, blood splattering on the ground, you watched your lover fall on his knees with a thud, hand clutching his injured shoulder. There were tears in his eyes, fury in the way he screamed up at the sky, desperate, as he watched his other companions being tossed around and knocked down by the former Captain and Lieutenant of the Ninth Division.

“Why?” the words were thrown at your face, his voice uncharacteristically raw, as you turned your back at him to leave space to your cunning brother. You did not want to answer. Mostly, because what you had done was unforgivable. Probably, if he knew who really were, he would have deemed you unlovable too. But this was a misconception. He wanted to understand, he demanded answers, he would have forgiven you, if only you gave him the chance to.

As a coward, though, all you did was looking up at the sky. A single tear running down your cheek as you left him for a century with words meant to torment you more than they did to him “I won’t apologize for having ruined your life. But I do hope that you won’t hate me forever”.

As if he would have been able to hate you at all.

When you headed back to your dorm that night, the first thing you set your eyes on were the flowers he had gifted you last Monday. Monday, right. What day was it again? Monday, the bloody, forsaken Monday. Everything had come to an end in a matter of hours. Those were the last flowers your beloved Captain had donated to you, to help you remind you of him, to be the symbol of your love, of your once flourishing feelings. What remained now of your love?

Nothing.

He had left you with nothing, but a bunch of wilted flowers that still smelt like him.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Your queen of angst is back. I have hurt my goofy potato, I’m sorry. Still, someone had asked for him to suffer and I have gladly delivered this. Hoping you have enjoyed the meal, I will wait for your feedback. Likes, comments and re-posts are appreciated!

Love,

Luce.

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TW: smut, we all know Kisuke a freak :P

Kisuke's shy s/o who he'd been pleading with to sit on his face for some time now, you thought tonight may be the the night that you've worked up enough courage to agree to it.

"Kisuke?" You approached him timidly.

"Hm?" He was only half paying attention, busy at work on something in his shop.

Here it goes. Fear caught the words in your throat, but you forced it down, swallowing hard. "Would you want to try that thing you've been mentioning?" Hesitation, and then, "you know, sit - sitting on your face?"

At the sound of that, he perked up, nearly letting what he was doing clatter to the ground. After almost dropping a handful of gadgets, he carelessly tossed them aside, turning his body square with yours. "Right now? You're serious?"

You took a step back. "If you're too busy-"

He grabbed your waist, pulling you back in. "Never too busy for you, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Especially if it's for that. I'm just a little surprised. What made you finally come around to the idea?" He was swaying you in his hold, his tone flirtatious, setting butterflies loose in your stomach (and pussy).

You shrugged. "It makes me nervous, but I want to try it. I can't be a scaredy cat forever, can I?"

"Cutie," Kisuke mused, dipping his head to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hat poking your head. He took it off and held it to his chest earnestly. "You have nothing to fear. I'm gonna make it worth your while. You know I will, yeah?"

"Mhm." You nodded, reminiscing on your previous escapades with him. He never fell short of satisfying you, that's for sure. You simply worried you weren't going to be enough for him. Or too much.

But to be so insecure with your goofy, eccentric, open-minded boyfriend, it was nonsense. You weren't going to let it dictate your experiences, especially when there were so many delicious ones to be had.

"Let's quit wasting time hangin' around here then." He whisked you inside, headed for the bedroom, unable to contain his eagerness.

This wasn't your first tango with Kisuke. You comfortably got undressed with him, ending up bare in his lap, drooling into his mouth at the feeling of your flesh against his, your curves soft amongst his chiseled figure. Everything was going fine, and you were dripping without even needing him to touch you down there. Everything was going fine until he was pulling away from your lips and laying back, getting into position.

Your mind immediately started to conjure worst case scenarios; suffocating him, injuring his neck, anything and everything that absolutely wouldn't happened but that still held so much power over you. It made you want to back out, to change your mind. Seeing him look up at you with that lazy smile that was so different from the panic settling into your features, panic that was quickly dissolving your pleasure, made you climb out of his lap and kneel at his side, covering your chest.

"Uh oh." He raised his eyebrows. "What's going on?"

"You're sure it won't be too much?" You fretted, arms curling tighter around yourself. "I won't be too heavy?"

"Don't worry about me." He laid a hand on your thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "I think I'm definitely more excited for this than you are," he chuckled, gesturing to his hardening cock.

It was enough to make you giggle for a moment, but as soon as you were looking back at his handsome face, worrying about being on top of it, you couldn't budge.

"I can handle it just fine, angel," he continued to talk you down from your anxiety gently, though you could sense his patience was running thin with the way he groped your thigh. "Don't look so worried. Just relax and enjoy it. Can you do that for me?"

You sighed, too quiet for him to hear. "I'll do my best."

"As will I. I don't think you'll have an issue once we get into it." He smirked suggestively.

You still didn't move, brows crinkled and mouth pulled into a frown.

In his expectant stare, you could see the gears turning in his head. Kisuke thought back to the first few times you laid with him, how you were just as shy and reluctant. He'd gotten you out of your comfort zone before, and he could do it again. "Want me to get the lights?"

You nodded eagerly. A little darkness could definitely help. That way you wouldn't have to see clearly how vulgar your thighs looked around his head.

"You got it, pretty." He shot up and gave you a rushed kiss on the cheek before bouncing off of the bed, hitting the lights and plunging the room into darkness, nothing but the moonlight to guide the way.

You dropped your arms back to your sides, breathing a little easier as Kisuke got back into bed, resuming his position. There was a peacefulness, a safety that came with the darkness at a time like this. Your racing heart was slowing. You climbed back over him, straddling his lap, stealing some more kisses before it came time to place another pair of lips on his.

He was groaning impatiently, trying to keep his hips down from grinding up into yours. You lifted your head and started to crawl upwards, attempting to smoothly transition into the deed. You dared a glimpse down at Kisuke, who was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

"Ready?" You giggled at him.

"So fucking ready baby." He snaked his hands around your thighs.

You inhaled sharply, closing the distance and lowering yourself down.

You hadn't put your full weight down yet. His nuzzling into you from below, warm, wet tongue delving into your folds, was a shocking jolt to your system. You gasped and twitched, subconsciously lifting away slightly, running from his tongue.

"All the way down," he ordered from beneath you, his deep voice vibrating through your core.

"But-!"

His fingers dug into your thighs, a silent warning. He wasn't a punishing lover by any means, but he made it known that he didn't like to be disobeyed.

You worried for him, but orders were orders. You sank down, finally fully sitting on his face. He hummed contentedly below you, going back to making out with your soaking cunt.

Your nerves were quickly replaced by your pleasure, and sitting atop him now, it felt silly to ever be afraid of doing such a thing. This was Kisuke. Where you were now felt like where you were always meant to be with him. You had thought it unnatural, but with his tongue diving in and out of you, you felt closer to nature than ever, an animalistic desire springing to life from within.

He devoured you with that same wild energy, a predator sucking the life from its prey. Your whimpers and pants fueled him to suck your clit and tongue-fuck you hungrily. It was his personal heaven to have you on top, but still his little plaything, making a mess on his face, but still a mess yourself, losing control when you normally held onto such a thing with a vise grip. He liked to be able to take care of you in this way. It was everything he imagined and more.

Your own mind was blown, waves of pleasure racking through your body. Without meaning to, you caught yourself rolling your hips against his face, stopping and stilling out of decency. But Kisuke didn't want you to be decent. He was blindly fumbling for your hip, pulling on you to encourage you to keep riding his face, to use him to seek out your own pleasure. With his permission, you continued to hump his mouth, white-knuckling the headboard for support. He was humming and groaning against you, sending new waves scattering through your torso.

Your thighs were trembling around his head, upper body falling forward as you struggled to keep upright. The longer he relentlessly carried on, the more desperate you became, tugging on his blonde locks, dragging your slick against his lips with fervor. He never once let up, even as you drenched the entirety of his mouth, chin, his stubble, everywhere. If he was struggling, he didn't let it show in the slightest, taking it like a man.

Heat and pressure churned in your abdomen, making you sweat and taking the sense out of you. You had been reborn, an entirely different person from the one you were earlier. The shy girl had been replaced by one who was crying loudly and shamelessly, fucking her boyfriend's face with a longing to cum. It made Kisuke's own private area twitch, his tip swollen and leaky, imagining the feel of your sopping cunt around it. His hips were lifting on their own accord, flinching each time you sobbed out a moan. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time, feeling your pussy throb against his tongue, hearing you approaching your climax, but denying his cock the experience.

Your body shuddered and weakened with your orgasm, arms hanging like jelly against the headboard. So as not to suffocate him completely by falling over him, you dismounted from your position atop his head, unceremoniously collapsing at his side with a mess between your legs. His face was even worse, glistening with your essence as he gasped for air, but he was smiling stupidly, triumphantly, drunk off of your pussy.

"My cutie scaredy cat," he said huskily with labored breaths. "You did so good."

You melted at his praise, snuggling into him and whining shyly into his neck. "Felt so good, Kisuke," you mumbled. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. It wasn't too difficult for you?"

"Difficult? You kiddin' me?" He chuckled smugly. "That's my new happy place, so I hope you're not pretending that you enjoyed it. We'll be having a lot more of that now that you're acquainted with it."

"Oh, I think I'm more than acquainted." You laughed elatedly. "Maybe next time I'll let you leave the lights on."

"Good. Want to get a good view of my pretty lady and her pretty pussy." He winked.

The way he said it with such casualness, it made you want to give him that view right now. Your eyes drifted down to his dick, still somewhat hard and neglected.

"Have energy for round two?" You were surprised to hear yourself say. It was your pussy talking for sure. "I can turn the lights on and get back on top," you suggested. "But this time, I can give you some help with that." You nodded towards his length.

Kisuke easily picked up what you were putting down, eyes widening, he couldn't be more excited that he was going to have you sitting on his face twice in one night and once in the 69 position. He groaned and cursed under his breath. "You're killin' me. Of course I've got energy for round two. Just don't be surprised if I cum quick. He's been through a lot already." He gestured between his thighs.

"We can make it a fun little game." You grinned deviously. "Who can make the other cum first?"

"Oh, you're on, sweets. You'd better be careful what you wish for, though."

Bleach Men and their favorite Positions (18+) ꨄ︎

warning: smut, explicit content and language, 18+mdni

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, mayuri kurotsuchi, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, shinji hirako, aizen sosuke

Kenpachi Zaraki - The Hanging Garden ꨄ︎

We all know Kenpachi is a big Man and a big Man always wants to show their dominance and strength over their woman. So there is no surprise that Kenpachi loves to fuck you as he stands tall, while he holds you up firmly by your ass with his strong hands, your legs wrapped around his waist. That Position gives him and his cock the perfect angle to thrust into your Pussy mercilessly and roughly, showing you that you are just a little doll in his strong beefy arms. He would fuck you till he pumps his heavy load of cum deep into your womb and even after that he wouldn’t stop.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi - Doggystyle ꨄ︎

Mayuri loves to fuck you from behind while you are on all fours, head pressed against the pillows. Grabbing you roughly by your ass, slamming his hips and cock into you deeply until you can feel a bulge building inside your tummy. He loves to smack your jiggly ass while it bounces back and forth on his cock, his long nail teasingly playing with your other hole. Mayuri loves to spit down on your pussy while he fucks you even faster, as he loves the sounds you both made together and he loves it even more when you squirt all over his cock.

Shunsui Kyoraku - Cowgirl ꨄ︎

This Man obviously loves when you ride him. He is lazy as fuck and he loves nothing more to sit back and let you do your thing. Bouncing on his hard cock up and down, holding you by your hips, cocky smile on his face as he watches every fucking reaction from you. Shunsui would play teasingly with your clit, as he sees you ride him even faster all desperately for your and his release. Funny thing? You thought he would be to lazy for a round two? No not all, his stamina is absolutely endlessly and you riding him was only a foreplay to him.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - Full Nelson ꨄ︎

We talked about this before. Legs lifted up in the air, hands tightly behind your neck while he slams his throbbing cock deep up into your sore pussy. Grimmjow is a menace, wanting to always show you that you and your pussy only belongs to him. And what shows it better than pistoning roughly into your womb while you can’t even fucking move? That and the massive fill of cum you get after it.

Shinji Hirako - Missionary ꨄ︎

Yeah, missionary sounds pretty boring but not with Shinji. Oh hell no, not with him. Intense eye contact while he folds you and molds you like he wants to. Deep slow thrusts into your squelching wet pussy. Sounds heavenly and is heavenly. He knows how to hit your sweet spot nice and slowly while he has you in a mean matting press and making you see stars with that slow but amazing pace.

Aizen Sosuke - Reverse Cowgirl ꨄ︎

Aizen loves when you ride him, especially in reverse style. He loves the view he‘s getting from your ass bouncing up and down on his cock. He would guide your movements sometimes to show you he has still dominance over you. The best part? When he slams you roughly down on his cock, holding you on it while he stuffs your insides with his white paint of sweet cum.

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and here are the most recent drawings! look it's the guy my url references to

omg can we get a nasty urahara smut?? you can freestyle it but id love if urahara is playing/teasing the reader with touches, glances, flirtatious comments until the reader finally gives in, to a really nasty time :)) thank you!!

All Mine ೃ⁀➷ Kisuke Urahara X reader

╰┈➤ Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut/lemon, pussy eating, fingering, tongue fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex if you squint your eyes, sex while on the phone, dominant kisuke, sub reader, jealous kisuke, female reader

・❥・ a/n : I’m so happy to see Kisuke finally in my inbox😭thank you for the request! (I just finished writing this at 1 am lol)

You’ve always been attracted by the owner of Urahara Shop. It’s really the only reason why you kept on passing by the shop. Seeing his slightly revealed chest out in the open always caused something to fire up something inside of you.

Of course you didn’t see him for just his looks, he was funny, thoughtful, mysterious in a way. And you could tell that he is a man with great intellect but decides to be nonchalant about it. He was definitely your type.

You had the same effect on him, he looked forward to you visiting his shop. He’d always sneak a look at your ass if you were to pass by him. And once you left the shop, he’d quickly excuse himself and lock himself up in his room.

He’d fist his cock in his hand right on the edge of the bed, moaning out your name, imagining on how your hand would feel wrapped around his cock. He’d wonder during that moment on how deep you can take his cock in your mouth, on how your tongue would feel swirling around his tip.

He’d let his thoughts go wild, how would you moan out his name? What kind of look would you have while he was balls deep inside you? How would your ass and boobs bounce from his thrusts? He could only wonder.. for now.

Once he was finished, he’d clean himself up and head to bed, hoping that you’d come to the shop the next day.

And maybe this time, things could change.

You decided that you were going to Kisuke’s shop right before going to the beach with your friends, you wanted him to see you in your swimsuit because knowing him, he’d probably be anywhere but at the beach.

You stepped into Urahara’s shop, you weren’t going to buy anything obviously.. you only came to see the owner of it.

You noticed the tension between you two but you never enacted on anything, you thought that Kisuke Urahara was just a playboy.

You wore a bandeau swimsuit, you loved the swimsuit of course but you kept on having to pick up the top, you wouldn’t want to flash anyone.

“Urahara-San!” You yelled out his name, you saw his head poke out the corner, you saw him pause for a second before he came out.

“Ah! If it isn’t Y/N, I was wondering when I’d see your pretty face again.” He walked right behind you to get something.

But unknowingly to you, he was only doing that to check your ass out.

You were confused by this, so you turned your head and he quickly averted his gaze from your bottom and cleared his throat.

“So, going to the beach today I see?” He casually said, you hummed in response.

“Why else would I be dressed like this?

He chuckled before saying, “The beach hm?” He stepped closer to you, repeating your words, he let his chin rest on your shoulder, “And here I was thinking that you dressed up like that just for me.” He whispered the last part. He laughed and removed himself from your bare shoulder, he was now standing in front of you.

He flicked his fan open, covering the bottom of his face but you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes, “I’m only kidding of course.” You rolled your eyes trying hard to ignore the heat on your cheeks.

“You’re too much Urahara-San.” You walked right past him, you didn’t want him to see how flustered he got you.

“Well, I came by to see if you wanted to join me and my friends on the beach.” You said as you went behind the counter, leaning over it. Letting him look at your breasts.

“Oh? And who are these friends of yours?” He replied, he leaned over the counter across from you.

You caught him glance down at your chest over and over again, then to your lips. Then finally to your eyes, “Just a few guys from my graduating class. They thought it’d be a fun idea to catch up at the beach.” For a second you saw Kisuke’s smile drop but he quickly smiled again, “Mm, a few guys huh?” He repeated your words, he leaned over the counter even more, his chest was just as exposed as yours.

“Tell me, do these old classmates know how to keep their eyes to themselves?” He took a strand of your hair, twirling it in his finger, “Or are they going to be as distracted as I am right now?”

His gaze lingered onto your chest before he met with your eyes, he smiled. “I’m just wondering if I have to show up, to let them know you’re not exactly..available.” you scoffed then.

“What are you getting at, Urahara-San?” You watched him come up behind the counter with you, to stand next to you.

“This tension between us..” he tilted his head, his voice was low and lazy, “It’s a bit exhausting, don’t you think?” You let your body, letting your elbows rest on the counter. Kisuke moved and he was now standing right in front of you, his tall frame towering over you.

You were at a loss for words, sure you were this confident and maybe even cocky girl, but that little act drops as soon as someone is putting their foot down.

“I- Uh.. Urahara-San.” You stuttered with your words, you put your hand on his bare chest, wanting to push him away but you didn’t.

“At a loss for words now aren’t we?” Kisuke leaned in closer, you felt his lips brush over your ears, “Why don’t you ditch your friends? I’ll show you that you and I could have a fun time.” He pulled his head back, looking dead into your eyes. He was serious, serious about you ditching your friends.

You cleared your throat, trying your best to sound calm, “What kind of fun stuff do you have planned?” You saw his lips slowly curve upwards into a sly smirk, he took off his hat and placed it down next to you on the counter, “You’ll see, why don’t you take your phone out real quick?” You were confused but you nodded, you took your phone out of your bag and before you could even unlock it, Kisuke lifted you up, sitting you down right on the counter.

“Before we.. go further. I just wanna check how the lady really feels about this.” He was making sure that you were into this and weren’t forcing yourself to do anything.

“Well I am curious on what kind of fun stuff you have planned.”

“Mm. I like the sound of that.” You watched as he leaned in closer than ever before, he was dangerously close to your face, noses touching.

“I’m not going to hold back, you know that, right?” He was giving you one last chance to get away, to stop all of this.

“Please, just kiss me already Urahara-San.” You pleaded.

Kisuke chuckled before saying, “Just call me Kisuke, no need for formalities, especially after this..”

Kisuke lifted his hand, palm sliding up to the cradle of your neck, he used his other hand to graze on your jawline. You watched as his eyes drifted from yours then to your lips.

Finally his warm and soft lips touched yours, but it lasted for only a few seconds. He was testing out the waters right before he could dive back in.

His lips smashed right onto yours, this kiss was much more passionate, deeper, and sure. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss even more, you could feel him place his hand on your hip, playing and pulling the string of your swimsuit bottom.

Then you could feel his teeth biting the bottom of your lip, pulling on it and letting it go.

His hand slipped from your hip to the inner of your thigh, he was massaging your thigh gently, it was enough to let out a small moan.

He took that chance and slid his tongue into your mouth, tongue exploring yours. You felt his fingers brush your pussy slightly, he quickly withdrew his hand, afraid that he was going too fast about this.

Thats when you spread your thighs wider, taking his hand and letting his fingers touch your clothed pussy. You could feel him smirking, he felt your pussy up through your swimsuit, lightly rubbing it. He pulled his head back, “I’m going all in, okay?” You smirked and your hand traveled down to the area between your thighs, pushing your swimsuit aside, showing him your wet pussy.

“Go ahead, Kisuke.” His smirk grew wider, he slowly took one of his fingers and let it slide into your squishy walls, shivers ran down your spine and your body jolted as you felt only one of his fingers inside you. He pumped his finger in your pussy, hearing carefully the squishy sounds, “You’re very wet, Y/N.” you let out soft moans with each pump he did, soon enough he slid his finger out of you, licking his finger clean, “I must say, you taste delicious.” He held up two fingers to you, “Now let’s see how much noise you can make with two.” He slid right back in perfectly, his fingers curled up inside of you, “Oh my.. fuck.” you let out a shaky moan, eyes beginning to roll to the back of your head.

As he was fingering you, you saw how there was a a mischievous glint in his eyes. He lowered down, spreading your thighs apart wider than ever before, licking his lips as he looked up to you, “I want more of you.”

You nodded, giving him permission for whatever he was about to do.

“Kisuke!” You let out a loud moan, his tongue vicariously lapping at your core.

“Haah..” His tongue teasing your throbbing clit, you arched your back, completely giving up, giving up on being quiet.

He slid his fingers out, replacing it with his wet tongue. His thumb reached up to your clit, circling and pinching. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing his heed deeper into your inner thighs, “More.. more Kisuke.”

You were beginning to see stars now, your moans shorten, a sign that you were about to come soon. “Kisuke.. I’m.. fuck!”

“Come on baby, come on my face, let me have all of you, right now.”

You let out a shaky moan as you came right on his face, he made sure to get every last bit of you, licking his lips and using the back of his hand to wipe his chin.

You let your arms fall to the side, forgetting that your phone was still in your hand. “Hey hold on now,” His hand topped over yours, he made you hold your phone correctly.

“We still need to call your friends, it’s not nice to ditch them without saying anything!” You had no idea what he had planned but you nodded, he smirked and let you down from the counter. You turned your back from him, unlocking your phone and searching for your friend’s contact.

And just as you found it, you felt him press himself up against your body, you could feel his hard cock pressing up against your ass, it was impossible to miss it.

“May I?” he whispered into your ear, you laughed lightly, he was still asking for permission. You thought it was sweet though.

“I don’t see why not.” You bent over slightly, rubbing your ass on his crotch, he nervously laughed. You could hear the sounds of clothing being messed around with.

And just as you found the contact of one of your friends, you felt his hand pull down your swimsuit bottom, you snapped your neck at him. “I wouldn’t want to mess up this lovely swimsuit of yours. Thought I’d play it safe, y’know?” You could feel his tip touching the entrance of your pussy.

He politely pushed your head down to the counter as he slowly slid his hard and throbbing cock inside of your walls, you both let out a sharp moan.

His size stretched out your walls. As for him, you were incredibly tight.. he was going to loosen up your walls soon enough though.

His thrusts were slow at first, testing out the waters again but with your pussy instead. He placed both of his hands on yours hips, holding them tight and using it as support to hold your body close together with his as he was about to fuck you.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunted, your walls clamped down on his cock, his thrusts were steady, not too slow or too fast. He was being nice with you and you knew.

“Kisuke..come on. Fuck me like you mean it.” You groaned out, challenging him. You saw how a little drop of sweat rolled down from his forehead, the shop was filled with sounds of skin clapping against each other.

“Go on baby, call your friend,” Kisuke whispered, “Let them know just how much fun you’re having without them.” His thrusts became quicker and a bit more aggressive than before.

His cock was balls deep in your tight pussy, your ass jiggled with each thrust he did. “W-Wait are you-“

“Yes, I’m sure. Call them baby.” He closed his eyes as he threw his head back from the great pleasure.

You muttered ‘okay’ as you pressed call, Kisuke didn’t bother to stop, groans and grunts escaped from his lips, you covered your mouth with your hand as you heard it ring.

Finally, your friend picked up.

“Yo! Y/N! Where you at? I thought you were gonna come out today with us?” You cleared your throat, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Kisuke was making this hard for you, his thrusts became much more passionate, and much rougher than ever before. Not to mention that your body was being moved uncontrollably. It was going to be hard to say anything while being fucked relentlessly.

You uncovered your mouth,“Hah.. about that.. oh fuck..! I don’t think I’d be able to.. make it..! I’m so sorry..”

You accidentally let out a loud and lustful moan, you quickly covered your mouth, muffling your moans.

“Oh.. no worries. I was kind of hoping I’d get to see you. You know, it’s been a while since we last spoke.”

Kisuke heard this and he uncovered your mouth, hips smashing against your ass, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You let out short and lustful moans, letting your friend hear what was happening on the other end.

“Kisuke!” You moaned out his name loudly as you felt yourself about to come on his cock soon, your walls clamped down onto him, Kisuke hissed.

With just a few more thrusts, you let your juices flow all over Kisuke’s cock as he was still fucking you, drool dripped down your chin.

“S-Sorry about that then.. I have to.. go.” You quickly hung up on your friend, you let your body relax and let Kisuke fuck your tired pussy now.

“I’m gonna cum.” Kisuke said, soon enough he let his seed fill up your pussy. He slowly slid himself out of you, your pussy spilled out a bit of his cum.

“You.. did that on purpose.” You panted out, you were talking about the phone call you had with your friend.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” Kisuke smirked, “Why don’t you spend the rest of your day here? Maybe even spend the night. Let me take care of you.”

“Yeah, you owe me. For coming inside of me.”

Daily fanart but it’s ShuHei again :) ♥️

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hey does anyone wanna talk about how it's implied that ikkaku comes from a family with high status and yet he was slumming it with yumichika. does anyone wanna talk about how yumichika has the nicest clothing out of anyone in that district. does anyone wanna hear me out that ikkaku and yumichika switched clothes. does anyone wanna cry about how fucking married these two are ??????

i feel like i haven't had ANY time to indulge in any of my hobbies lately and im STARTING TO GET CRANKY !!! HMPH HMPH