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“A Snoozing Experiment” (Kisuke Urahara x F. Reader) NSFW‼️ 18+

AN: Hey guys! This is another kisuke scenario that randomly popped up in my mind right after I posted Kenny’s birthday fic last Christmas. I’ve never written something like this before. I kinda felt anxious about writing this new “kink” for this guy but I just know he’s the perfect person for it + he’d be down for it. I’m a pure person — end of discussion. I learn new things everyday lol. Anyway~ enjoy and Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 😊 ❤️

Synopsis: This clingy guy just wants to try something different with his girlfriend. Is she willing to give him a chance?

WARNING: 18+, just an experimental guy *wiggles eyebrows*, NSFW‼️, kinky, oral f.receiving, Slight Male dom, smut, lazy reverse cowgirl, GRAMMAR

Extra note: the vibes of this scenario is whispering or low voice — you’ll find out why! 🫢 + I linked the outfit reader is wearing in the story!

Take your time reading due to pacing! It’s long but it’s Kisuke’s fault! He takes over my mind sometimes. enjoy! ❤️😇

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“This party is unauthorized! It is interfering with my 23 hours of beauty sleep!”

“You may want to shoot for 24.”

The living room suddenly filled laughter and after a certain blue character spoke to an older funny looking woman in the tv screen. The sources of laughter came from the two kids who were watching a kids tv show on an early Saturday morning.

Jinta and Ururu.

“Don’t you go anywhere! We’ll be right back with “the fosters home for imaginary kids in just an about a second. Right here, on Cartoon Network!”

“Bloo is one hell of a guy! I wanna be like him when I grow up.” Jinta shouted, revealing his canine teeth while he was pointing at the small screen. “Don’t cha think, Ururu?!” He turned and shouted at the shy young girl with two pigtails — sitting right next to him. “Right?! Right!?”

“J-jinta!” Ururu whined, turning away from the loud kid. “You’re too loud! I’m sitting right next to you!” She pouted and crawled next to a strange man dressed in a green kimono and is wearing a green striped bucket hat. Kisuke Urahara. “Yeeeaaah! Yeeeeaaah!” The redhead boy shouted, jumping up and down with a wide toothy smile. “Maa. Maa. Jinta. are you sure about that?” Kisuke asked, fanning his paper fan at the young boy to calm down. “Of course! I’M. A. MAN.” He pointed to his chest confidently. “Ma. Ma~.” Kisuke gave a breathless chuckle, “Maybe you should learn from Tessai-San and I — a thing or two about how to be a good man.” He chuckled, pointing sharply at the older man who was sitting against the wall behind jinta. “Hmmm.”Tessai nodded in agreement.

“Wha-“ jinta frowned, but quickly turned back to the television screen when the show came back on.

“And how to especially be more mindful of y/n-chan.” He mumbled lowly, hiding his mouth behind his fan. Of course, the redhead haired boy wasn’t paying attention to him since he was more focused on the show. “What was that Boss?” Tessai looked at him from across the room. “E-yaaa~ nothing, nothing ~ Tessai-San .” He chuckled, lowering his folded fan a bit, smiling at the man from a distance. Now that he mentioned it, you were watching tv with them about two hours ago but went back upstairs lay down for a bit. Kisuke thought about this in silence while his eyes were hidden under his hat, as he stared at the tv screen.

He quickly closed his fan and put it back somewhere in his green kimono and uncrossed his legs. “Hm? Boss?” Tessai said, curious about the shopkeeper’s sudden movements. “I’ll be right back. I want to check up on y/n-chan.” He said, standing up to brush his green pants and walking out of the small living room. “Please look out for the kids, Tessai-San” He said to the older man, dismissing himself. “Yes, boss.” Tessai nodded and turned his attention to the tv screen. Kisuke smiled shortly before turning to the staircase.

He hummed while he walked up the steps until he got to his bedroom door. Quietly, he slid the door open and smiled. “There you are.” He whispered to himself, watching you in his bed sleeping. He walked into the room slowly and closed the sliding door behind him. He turned back around and carefully walked to the other side of the bed where you were sound asleep. With each step he took, the sounds of the wooden floors creaked a bit until he reached his destination. He leaned over and noticed how peaceful you looked in your state of unconsciousness. Beautiful. No, Angelic. He watched how your body rose and fell. Your gentle breaths came out softly and slowly. A small smile crept up on his face and his hand reached out to your lower back. He caressed it while he admired your natural beauty. “Mm.” You groaned, feeling the warm source on your bare skin. Your head shifted on the pillow as you were trying to open your eyes. His hand slid side to side, gently.

You opened one of your eyes to see who was caressing you and it was none other than your boyfriend. “Kisuke?” You said sleepily, blinking slowly to get a better look at the man in the murky room. “Hey there, princess.” He mumbled, resting his hand on your lower back, smiling at how cute you look in your awoken state. “What’s happened?” You yawned, still trying to fight the urge to go back to sleep. “Hm? Oooh. nothin’. Just wanted to check in on you.” He said, looking at you softly. “Oh.” You sighed, “how’re the kids?” “They’re fine.” He smiled softly, feeling a warm sensation in his chest. He loves how you think of the two kids as if they were your own.

“Hm. That’s good.” You sighed again, your sleepy eyes looking at the man while your head remained on the pillow. A comfortable wave of silence followed while the two of you gazed at each other. You reached out a hand and caressed the side of his neck. “You okay?” You asked, your soft hand mimicking the way his hand gently caressed your lower back earlier. “Mhmm.” He hummed in agreement while your dainty fingers gently scratches his bristled face. “Did you hear what jinta said?” “Hm…No? What did he say?” You mumbled, curious about what the rowdy young boy said; you were sleeping. He hummed. Thankful that jinta’s loud voice didn’t wake you up. “He said he wants to be like Bloo when he grows up.” You giggled at the thought of him being like that character. “He’s so silly!” You snorted, your hand dropped onto the pillow to rest it while you continued giggling.

“Yaa…he’s too much.” he sighed. “Do you want anything to eat, baby?” He asked, still looking out for you, caressing your back again. You shook your head. “You sure?” You nodded with a soft smile until it dropped when you felt his hand grab your ass cheek, sneakily. “Hey!” You frowned. He gave a throaty chuckle. Of course! you forget that he’s a pervert —sometimes. “You sure?” He smirked, still chuckling until you smacked his hand away from your covered ass cheek. “Maaa. You’re so cruel, y/n-chan.” He pouted, Rubbing his hand as if it really hurt. “I thought you were checking on me but I guess not.” You said, already annoyed by his childish behavior. “I was! I can’t help it, baby. Your shorts look so cute. It even fits your ass perfectly.” He continued, gazing at the ruffled cartoon printed cows on your shorts. “Just how I like it. It even says “moo” on all over it”. He added, unashamedly staring at your plump cheek peaking under the shorts. “Good lord.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and turning your head to the other side of the pillow — focusing your attention on something else. which is going back to sleep. “Enough. I’m okay, kisuke.” You said, closing your eyes, not wanting to fall into his trap; not sure if you were already in it in the first place. You sighed. He’s a tricky guy you mentally noted. But you love him for what he is — which defeats the point. “Go annoy someone else. It’s too early for that.”

“Hoo…my love is so mean.” He whined playfully. “I just wanted to check up on you—” “You did.” You cut him off. “Now let me sleep. In peace.” You sounded annoyed. A mischievous smile crept up on his face while his eyes hid under his hat. “Sure~” he chuckled breathlessly. You hummed. Feeling relieved that he’s going to leave you alone. However, a sudden shift on the bed stopped you from attaining victory when you felt something dip into the bed. The odd sensation was making you feel uneasy that You opened one of your eyes and saw a familiar hand land on the side of your pillow, blonde hair shifting a bit from your peripheral, and the feeling of a soft fabric brushing your back and your legs. it was your annoying ass boyfriend again. who was caging you from above, on all fours. A vein popped in your temple and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself; you really wanted to push him off the bed so so bad.

On all fours, kisuke looked down at you with a mischievous grin on his face. You looked like a piece of meat laying below him —ready to be eaten. He bent down and slid his right arm under you — resting his hand on your tummy. His chest rested on your smooth back and he looked over to the left to see your pretty annoyed face. His hand felt so warm on your skin well as his chest on your back that it made you flutter inside. You ignored him though. “Y/n.” He said, wanting your attention. No answer. He chuckled. He knows you’re awake. “Were you dreaming about me while I was gone?” “In your dreams, kisuke.” You mumbled annoyingly, your eyes still closed, refraining yourself from pushing him away. Even though it’s a bit too late to escape from his embrace. “Of course!” He whispered, “I’m quite a catch, you see.” He said, looking at you lovingly, “I should be in your dreams though.” He smiled softly. “Hmph. Why?” You said, feeling his warm weight applied on your back and his chest rub against your smooth skin. He chuckled and your eyebrow twitched. “Because~!” He whispered playfully, “I’m your extremely handsome and perverted shopkeeper, baby.” He smiled, nuzzling his face in your neck. “S-shut up.” You giggled softly, feeling his bangs brush your cheek and his lips graze your neck, softly.

kisuke remained in this position for several minutes while he cuddled you. Embracing your warmth. You liked it too. But you didn’t want to admit it. “Get off me.” You words came out slurred as yours eyes were starting to get heavy with sleepiness again. He chuckled. “Maaa…” he breathed out, you felt it brush your neck. “You’re so cranky, y/n-chan~~” “Yeah because you’re too hot. I’m literally sweating on my back.” You added as sleep was taking over your mind. “Why thank you~” he lifted his face from your neck. “that wasn’t a compliment.” You mumbled. “Sure it was~” he gave a throaty chuckle, looking at your soft lips. You ignored him. “Hmmm.” He hummed, leaning over to your lips. His lips met yours gently. Nibbling it softly until you gave in. Your lips wrapped around his slowly and steadily. Hearing the soft lip smacking sounds echoing in each of your ears. He gave a throaty groan and tilted his head more so his lips could fully grasp yours while your head remained on the pillow. “Mm.” You moaned, His warm exhales brushed your face while his lips massaged yours.

A few minutes passed, and you had forgotten why you were annoyed at him. since his kisses were expertly distracting you. His messy hair kept tickling your left cheek while he explored your plump lips. Your mind was still fighting the urge to go back to sleep. However, that got intercepted when his crafty tongue slipped into your mouth — searching for yours. “Mm!” You whimpered, your hips jolted up and you gasped in between the gentle tongue kissing when you felt his hand sneak into your shorts and cup your bare pussy. “Mmmm.” You moaned, the source feeling so warm and comforting on your pussy that you began kissing him a bit deeply. Ultimately, failing to protest his sneakiness. Kisuke laid his head on the same pillow — his face closer to yours, while he kissed your needy lips and rested his hand right where it belonged. “Mmmm.”You moaned softly in the kisses, relishing the sensations of when he began caressing your pussy slowly. Up and down. “K-kisuke.” You breathed out, the sheet shifted under your feet due to spreading your legs apart underneath him, to feel more of his warmth on your flesh.

Your cheeks were feeling so hot that you broke away from the kiss and pushed the side of your face deeper into the pillow and whined from the extremely warm source. “Ahhh.” You panted, Your body was relishing the fluttering sensations from his measured ministrations. He watched you up close while he slowly grazed your pussy. Deeply observing you while earning gratified sighs from your plump lips and your natural beauty expressing such pure satisfaction. His cock twitched under his green pants — at the sight of you being this way in just a matter of seconds.

After a while, you began rolling your hips in up and down to get some friction from his palm. It rubbed against your clit pleasantly. His rough skin grazing your clit so well. His breath hitched when he felt your ass rub against his covered cock. He leaned back on one hand to see the way your neediness was rubbing off on him. He stared hard at how his covered cock was getting shifted around by your covered ass. He gave a throaty moan whenever the tip randomly dipped in between it and slid up against it. “Ahh.” He panted in a low voice, his cock twitching from the soft friction between the fabrics and your warm ass. With his legs on either side of your own, he dug his knees into the mattress and pushed his hips down and slowly rolled his hips up against your ass, to feel the feather-light frictions on his twitching cock. His gasps echoed in your ears whenever you circled your hips up and down until you felt his girth pushed in between your ass cheeks. A breathless moan came from him when he felt your warmth embrace the tip. His breathless moans brushed your back that you shyly brought your left hand close to your mouth and blushed.

The two of you moaned in tandem while you pleased one another. “Mmmm.” He hummed, circling his hips relentlessly to not lose the sheer friction of his cock hugged in between your ass. The rhythmic rolling of his hips felt so good on you. Making you feel needy for more of his touch. Your right hand reached down to cup his hand that was rubbing your pussy. You bent it and you started to grind against his fingers. “Mmph.” You moaned softly on the pillow, your clit throbbing from the sheer sensation of his rough pads. To reward you, he began flicking his fingers to help you to get off. “Ah.” You sighed, circling your hips for more until his fingers were starting to get covered by your warm arousal. “Oooh.” He quivered, relishing the tingling sensation as he pushed his hips down deeply and bucked against your ass in a steady pace. The tip poking in between your ass so well that he was getting harder by the minute. “Oooh…baby~” he breathed out. You whimpered. If you could only see the way he looked above you. His eyes shut as he but his bottom lip and then letting out gratified moans as he gently bucked his hips. He was in pure ecstasy — just from dry humping you. But you could only tell just from how good his hips felt circling against your ass. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon after, he ripped his hand out of your shorts and quickly got off the bed. You whined when you felt the sudden shift of the bed and the absence of his warm embrace. "Mmmm." You whined again, hearing him walk away from bed. You raised your head from the pillow — one of the straps on your top fell down your shoulder when you turned back to see where he was going. You didn't want him to leave you alone, now.

"Kis-"

Clack! The sound came from lock of the sliding door.

"Oh." You sighed, watching him lock the door with his back facing you. You gasped when he turned around and took off his green kimono top. His happy trail caught your attention. Especially, the tip of hip of his noticeably hard cock poking through his pants. You were staring down at the source not knowing that you were breathing a bit heavily. "See what you like?" He gave a knowing smirk when he caught you. He slowly walked back to the bed — letting it hang and swing up as he so. Your neck was beginning to strain while you still looked at his covered cock poking around in the green fabric — searching for you while you laid flat on your stomach. A grin never left his face as he crawled slowly into the bed. The bed dipped by his weight as he so. You gulped slowly without leaving his grey eyes — looking up at the man, speechless.

He gave a throaty chuckle and lowered himself on your back. “I love the way you look at me like that.” He whispered closely, moving his hand up and gently wrapping it around your neck, caressing it. The feather-light grazes on your neck was fluttering all over your body. He leaned closely to your face and said, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try.” He muttered, his fingers brushing your neck softly. “For you.” He whispered before leaving soft pecks on your left shoulder. You shivered when he slid his hand down from your neck and gently pulled the strap off your right shoulder. “What do you think, baby?” He asked, waiting for you to answer as he slowly pushed his hips down against your ass. “You can go back to sleep and I’ll be quiet as an owl.” He added. You nodded and laid your head down on the pillow. He kissed your temple as a “thank you” and leaned back.

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Quiet as a bird, kisuke meant what he said. The soft and wet lips grazed your smooth skin as he kissed your back. The gentle kisses sounded faint yet you could hear a gentle pop from his lips as he so. Taking his sweet time. Ultimately, your exhales came out soft - you were already feeling sleepy again. After a while, he peppered you all the way down to your lower back and sat up — staring at the waistline of your pajama shorts. His slid his hands up from underneath and gently kneaded your ass. His thumbs massaging the crevices of your cheeks as he so. “Mm.” You whimpered, still sleeping but aware of his ministrations. He gave a throaty giggle and playfully jiggled it around earning an another sleep-like whimper from you. “Don’t worry. I just want to see something.” He mumbled, pushing the hem of your shorts up and leaning forward to kiss your ass cheek. He kneaded them again and leaned over to kiss the other cheek and bit his bottom lip. Slowly, he pushed the material aside to get a full view of those cheeks. Licking his lips, he slowly spreads them apart. He pulled back and licked his lips again as he stared at your rear and your cunt. Without a doubt, he leaned in and left a soft, warm and wet kiss on the ring of your rear. You gasped and he did it again with his eyes shut. His kissed it gently — listening to his lips smack against the skin softly. “Ugh.” You panted, relishing warm lips kissing it gently. He pulled back to see his a work for a second and went back in. “O-oh.” You breathed out on the pillow, tucking your lips and licking them. Kisuke kissed it deeply as he held your cheeks apart. The sounds of his deep kisses started to echo in your ears as he so. Making your lips tremble as you panted. He pulled back again and saw your rear glistening in the sun-lit room. You felt a bit strange about this new feeling but your stomach was fluttering, nonetheless. The warm and wet sensation felt good. He smirked as he looked at your rear throbbing in front of him. Clearly, you’re enjoying it.

He dived back in and stuck his tongue out. “Unh!” You quivered, feeling the appendage lick on the center of it. He looked up at you as he so. Circling the wet muscle against your throbbing rear. You gripped the pillow and whimpered. It felt way too good. You spread your legs apart. The tingling sensations were dancing around your body, feverishly. Making your pussy throb. “K-kisuke.” You breathed heavily, feeling his tongue flicking against it, gently. “Aaahh.” You hissed, rolling your hips back up against it. Your rough grunt were music to his ears as he circles his tongue around your rear messily while his eyes were shut and gave it a loud kiss. He leaned back and brought his finger up and rubbed it, gently. “Mmmmm.” You moaned, throbbing from the gentle strokes on your rear, making you arch your hips. He grinned softly as he spreads his saliva around it. “How’s that feel?” He looked up at you, sitting up to see your flushed face. “Good?” He asked, spreading the wetness down to your pussy and rubbing your folds with his fingers. You felt shy to answer him. So you nodded shyly. Throbbing against his crafty fingers. “Im glad.” He smirked, leaning down. He brought his hands up to the waistline of your shorts and pulled it down. You didn’t protest. He threw it to the side of the bed and gently pushed your left leg up. “Just go back to sleep, baby.” He said, spreading your cheeks out and tilting his head to explore your pretty pussy. His forefinger dipped into your folds and glider it up and down slowly. Spreading your pussy open. He then brought two digits up to leave it open and leaned in to kiss your pussy. He kissed it again and again — softly yet deeply. “U-unnh~” you moaned, your mouth slightly ajar as kissed your needy lips. Soon after, he dipped his tongue into your folds and slid it up to your clit. Your breath hitched and you grabbed the the side of the pillow. “Uuuughh.” You groaned, relishing the tingling sensations of his tongue exploring your pussy so well. He kneaded your ass and smacked your left ass check as he circled your cunt. He flicked it side to side and glided it up to your clit and circled it the pulsating nub.

Feeling too hot, you lifted your head from the pillow and relished the way he expertly explored your throbbing pussy. Your lips trembled and your mouth widened when he flicked your clit. Lean up a bit and roll your hips against the warm muscle you know too well. “Oh!” You twitched, dropping your face in the pillow as you bucked your hips against his tongue with good measure. Your hands gripped the pillow as you breathed heavily into pillow. “Oh fuck~” you whined, your clit throbbing as you rode it, slowly. You heavy pants echoed in his ears as he was lost in his task — drunken by your wet puffy pussy. “Mmmmmm.” You bit your bottom lip, moving your hips back against the warm muscle as he sticked it in your cunt — but not going in completely. He gave a guttural moan when he felt your cunt clench his tongue. “Oh yeah~.” You moaned, wanting him to go deeper. But he didn’t. Of course. He loves to tease you. You hand reached out and grabbed the back of his head to keep him there and you rolled your hips up and down against the appendage. “Mmm~” you hummed erotically. “Haaa…yeah~” You sang out breathlessly, clenching around his tongue to push it in deeper. The wet sounds of his tongue fucking your cunt rang in his ears as you so. He watched as it entered your sobbing cunt. Which seemed extremely lewd. He didn’t mind. Your warm arousal covered with his saliva smothered his mouth and dripped on the sheets. “Oh yeah~baby~” you breathed out, rolling your hips in circles.

Ah!” You gasped. His tongue wriggled in your cunt and you saw stars. You leaned on your elbows on the pillow and rode the crafty muscle, feverishly. “Ah! Ah!” You panted, twitching as your clit was throbbing from the overtaking sensation that you cummed in seconds. You dropped your hips down on the bed and breathed heavily into the pillow — still pulsating from the fierce relief. “Ooooh.” You moaned, his lips moving around your soaked throbbing pussy to drink you up. The wet kisses echoed in the room as he so. “Mmmm.” He hummed, smothering his mouth against your pussy messily. He was hungry. He licked your pussy with so much want — the sounds of his ministrations ringing in his ears. “O-ooh!” You gasped.” K-kisuke!” You whispered loudly, twitching as you were cumming again He sucked his breath and pulled back. The stings of his saliva and your arousal stretched out and fell on the sheets and from his bristled chin. He smacked your ass roughly. You whined lazily. “Ugh. God help me.” Post orgasm taking over your mind. He chuckled and leaned over. He suddenly kissed you deeply. You whimpered at the sudden action and tasted your yourself as he so. His tongue expertly glided with yours, lovingly. “Mmm.” He groaned, his hand reaching down your ass and dipping it between your cheeks — his fingers rubbing your soaked pussy and then smacking it gently. The gentle slapping sounds rang in your guy’s ears.

After a while, Your back started to ache. You turned around and spread legs apart and wrapped them around his waist and went back to kissing him passionately. The cool air brush your soaked pussy as you so. He lowered his hips down— pushing your thighs back. “Oh” you gasped, your pussy throbbing when the covered tip poked your clit. You looked down and saw the fat covered tip laying right on your puffy clit. Your mouth slightly ajar, you pushed your hips up to it. your clit began to pulsate as you felt the pressure gently push your clit down — making you shiver. “Unh.” You moaned lowly, already brushing your clit against the covered tip, steadily. Up and down — not breaking away from the warm friction. “Ha…ha…” you hiccuped, relishing the fluttering sensations of your puffy clit pulsating lovingly from the feather light strokes it was feeling. He gave a soft chuckle and rolled his hips down. “Ah!” You sighed, The soft fabric was brushing against your folds and your clit — making you shudder. You kept hiccuping as he so. it felt so good. Your dainty hands reached up to brace him by his arms. Gently holding on to him as He watched you slowly falling apart, again.

Your body was getting rocked up slowly by his own. “Mmmm.” You hissed, pushing your head back against the pillow. Your mouth widened slowly. you couldn’t form any words as he grinds against your needy pussy. his pants was getting smothered by your sloppy pussy, lovingly. He bent forward and nuzzled his face in your neck. You raised it to give him all the room you wanted to give to kiss your neck while circled his hips down against you. “Unh.” You shuddered, his soft lips grazed your skin gently while your toes were clenching from his perfectly measured thrusts of his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit. A few minutes later, You began rolling your hips up with good measure. His tip kept remained on your clit, lovingly as you so. “Oooooh.” You drawled, your clit was pulsating endlessly. “Fuck.” You whispered, working your hands up to rest on his broad shoulders. You enjoyed the way your body rocked up and down. Slowly yet steadily. relishing your warm arousal smother your soaked pussy messily. Your soft moans came out rhythmically with each stroke — earning a few gentle pecks on your favorite spot of your neck. Making your pulse flutter quickly. “Mmm. Kisuke...” you breathed out, sliding your hands down to his ass. “Oh…baby.” You sighed, looking up at him with pure satisfaction as you grabbed it, gently. Your toes curled from the sensations. However, he quickly pulled away from your neck and sat up. You were about to pout. He smirked and slowly pulled down the waistline of his pants. Your eyes were automatically glued down to his fingers. His grin widened when he pulled out his cock, slowly. Teasing you until it flings out.

You eyes widened from the sudden movement. All bushed — Curved and thick with a few veins around it and a pink mushroom tip. How lovely. You mentally noted. Your eyes never ripped away from his hand as He stroked it. His grey orbs glanced down at your sloppy pussy glistening before him. Both of you were “star struck” in the thick atmosphere. You could only imagine how good he’d feel when once he gets inside of you. But he enjoys taking his time. You looked up at him and pulled him closer to you. He followed. You rolled your hips up and rubbed your glistening pussy against the warm source. The soft skin was grazing your folds and your clit made you twitch. “Mm!” You throbbed, looking down at your pussy stroking his girth. He watched as you so. “Look at you.” He said, observing his cock getting embraced and covered by yours slick folds. “You’re so needy, baby.” He mumbled lowly, watching his cock twitching against your pussy. He leaned over to kiss your soft lips as he took of his pants and you pulled your strap top down to your waist. You giggled when you saw his pants hanging around his right ankle. due to him being impatient to take it off completely. You kept giggling at the man when he went back to kissing your lips.

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The sounds of the mattress creaking below you echoed in the room. His hands gripped your knees from underneath and your hands on either side of your head. Your pussy looked so pretty in his eyes. Full spread, soaked, and perfectly sandwiching thick cock. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, getting rocked by his ministrations while your breasts bounced gently from his gentle pace. “Oooh.” He groaned, listening to your sticky arousal ring in his ears as he so, covering his cock so much. “Haaa~” you breathed out, grounding your hips up to meet his strokes glide through your folds, slowly. Soft groans and whispered praises bounced off the walls. After a while, he bent over and rolled his hips to your own. the bed creaked roughly yet slowly. A gratified sighed left your lips as you pushed your head back deeply into the pillow. The thick sounds of your arousal echoed in your ears as he so. “Yeah…” you praised him, resting your hands on his neck, relishing the warmth rubbing against your soaked pussy as he pushed your hips deeper into the bed and started to kiss you deeply.

Hypnotized by his deep kisses, he increased his pace by bucking his hips against you. “Mm!” You whimpered, quickly rolling yours up in tandem to not lose any of the tingly frictions. You grabbed his ass as you so — moaning breathlessly in the kisses. “Ahh…yeah.” You broke away from the heated kiss and looked down to see both of your ministrations. You watched your wet pussy getting slapped by his girth while His thighs slapping against yours. The wet sloppy sounds grew louder and louder when you started bucking your hips up feverishly. “Agh!” You quivered when your clit was getting slammed from a good angle — upwards. The sounds were filled with grunts and wetness. “Mm-unh!” You whined, your nailed digging in his arms, getting closer to your release. You started twitching underneath his watchful eyes — arching your back and pushing your shoulders back into the pillow. Your mouth agape, you grounded yours hips and let him slam his hips against you, quickly. Your pussy started pulsating with excitement as you remained grounded. Soon after, a quick violent rush of relief rushed through your body and you began spurting your fluids as he slammed his cock against your soaking pussy. You wished there was a big mirror to see him slamming his hips against you, his balls slapping your ass, and the mess you were making splattering on your pussy. “U-uunghh” you drawled lowly, feeling putty while your legs were dangling in the air, and you kept releasing your fluids. The filthy sounds splattered all over his midsection, and yours pouring down your hips and down your ass as he so. “Mm!” You whimpered, looking in between the splashes of your mess covering you two until he slowed down. “Haaa….fuck.” You panted, trying to cool down. He chuckled and bent over to kiss you deeply. Your hands brushed his hair messily as he so. Your lips smacked against his with passionately — ringing between you two.

You were starting to feel sleepy from the post-orgasm. “Mm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips, feeling your clit get stroked lovingly by the mushroom tip, since the cool down was still taking a while to dissolve. Your fingers bumped his hat and you frowned. Still kissing the man, you opened your eyes and stared at the green source in disbelief. “Take that stupid thing off!” You blurted out, ripping it off his head and throwing it back somewhere in the room. “I can’t believe you had that thing on. Christ.” You mumbled. “Hm?” He leaned back a bit and looked at you in surprise. “Get off me! You mumbled annoyingly. “Aren’t you sweating up there?” You pointed out. He chuckled at your cute pouty face. “Maa~ I thought you wanted to go back to sleep, y/n~” he smiled, looking at you expectantly. You looked away from him. Escaping his knowing gaze, you shut your eyes. He knows you’re blushing — inside. He gave a throaty chuckle and stroked your thighs from underneath. “just say you love me, y/n-chan~”. He added, playfully teasing you. You forced open your eyes — staring sharply at the cunning man in front of you. “Shut the-“

Clomp…

“Hmm?” He slowly blinked his eyes and looked away from you and turned his head back. You stared at his long structured neck. Then his collarbone and back up to his jawline while he stared at the closed sliding door. That’s hot. You mentally noted. The slow footsteps came from the very creaky wooden staircase. It sounded like someone was coming up from downstairs.

Clack…clack…clack….

Kisuke listened to the slow foot steps and remained still while he waited for the next step. He thought that it was ururu that wanted him to come back downstairs. However, the footsteps stopped in front of his bedroom door.

Knock…knock.

“Yes?” He said, curiously.

“Excuse me…Urahara-Dono.” The gruff voice came from the other side of the door. “Oooh~.” He chuckled. “Tessai-San. Is there something wrong?” “No. I’m making a little snack for the kids and want to ask if you would like some?” He asked. Kisuke turned to you and whispered if you wanted some but you shook your hood as a “no”. He turned his head back to the door and said, “A-ahh. No thank you, tessai-San.” “Is y/n okay?.” He asked politely. “Yes, yes. She’s okay. She’s still getting her beauty sleep.” “Does she want some-” “Oh! Wait!” He grabbed an empty glass cup and quickly got off the bed. In nude form.

“I almost forgot.” He said, turning back to put on his green robe. You sighed and watched him walk to the door. You’re so wet and still sleepy. But, you still had some energy to let him to flip you over and turn you upside down. With your legs still spread open, you hand slid down to your pussy and you dipped a finger into your cunt — but not all the way in. You saw the long strings of your arousal stretch while you were looking at it. Glistening on your fingertips. You brought it down and spread it on your clit. You did it again; listening to the light wet sounds of your arousal in your cunt and spreading on your pussy. On the other hand, “could you fill this up for me?” He opened the sliding door a little bit and quickly outstretched his arm reached to give Tessai the glass cup. “Hmmm.” The spectacle guy nodded in agreement. “I’ll be going, then.” “Yeees~ just leave it by the door” kisuke said, poking his head out the door, watching him go down the stairs and far away. “Good.” He sighed, closing the door and then locking it. “He’ll back with a cup of water for you, y/n cha-” he froze, watching your finger your soaked cunt slowly. “You’re a very interesting one, y/n-chan.” He smirked, taking off his robe as he walked to the side of the bed. You stared at his cock swaying until he got to your side. “Mmm.” You moaned, sitting up and facing it the sheath. You slowly wrapped your mouth around the mushroom tip and sucked it gently. “Ahh.” He moaned lowly, relishing soft warm lips around it. You bobbed your head slowly as you sucked it; looking up at him with your dowey eyes. “Hmph.” He chuckled, watching your pink tongue lick around the tip like a lollipop, slowly. After a short while, he pushed his hips up to your mouth, gently. “Oooh~” he mumbled, feeling your appendage glide around his cock and under the tip. He brought his hand around your head and the other kneading your breast. “Mmm.” You moaned, feeling his girth push into your small mouth gently and your tongue brush the veins around it. “Good girl.” He whispered softly before pulling back to kiss your soft lips. He cupped your cheeks while he kissed you, slowly. “Get on your knees, sweetheart.” He whispered softly, brushing your cheeks while he looked at you gently.

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The glass cup of water was delivered to you not too long ago. Sitting outside the door, waiting to be drunken by you. However, the sheets shifted while the two of were getting in a promising position. Kisuke laid his hands on your thighs as he laid on sat up on a mountain of pillows and your legs were on either side of his thighs. Your ass was in full view in front of him as he sat comfortably on the bed. “Maaa~ you look like even more lovely this way.” He caressed your ass softly. “A lovely cat stretching out, in fact.” He added, taking his cock and stroking it while he looking at your soaked cunt. “Mm.” You hummed, laying the side your face on the bed and your arms on either side of your head. You can go back to sleep this way but you have better plans. “Look at that.” He mumbled to himself, sliding the tip against your folds, slowly. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips to feel it rub your pussy. “Wow.” He said, looking at his cock getting smothered by your warm arousal. Soon after, he aligned himself to your entrance and you slowly lowered your ass on the curved length. “Ahhh.” He breathed out, feeling your plush walls embrace him lovingly. He rested his hand atop your ass and you began bucking your hips down on his cock, slowly. Kisuke leaned back on the stacked pillows and watched the scenery. “Mmmm~” you moaned, relishing the feeling of his girth stroking your walls as you’re circling your hips up and down. Getting adjusted to his length. After a while, he rolled his hips up at an extremely slow pace — watching his glistening cock enter your cunt as he so. “Mmmmm.” He moaned, feeling The rise and fall of your ass on the palm of his hand. he pushed it down gently to match his strokes whenever he entered your core. The full view puts him in a daze. He spreads his legs further apart and increased his pace a bit. Your ass started bouncing on his thighs. The light skin slapping sounds rang in his ears. The curved length grazed your walls so well — making you even more wetter. Rewarding him with a gratified sigh from your lips. “Ah..yeah.” He whispered, grabbing your ass cheek to his cock slide in and out your glistening cunt. You clenched around the length when the tip poked your g-spot.

You lifted your head up quickly and moaned from the fluttering sensations. “Oh..fuck.” You breathed out lazily while your plump ass bounced on his cock. You heard a light chuckle behind you and he smacked your ass. His throaty moans echoed in the air while his cock was getting embraced by your needy cunt lovingly. “Oooh.” He said thickly. “Your pussy feels so good, baby.” He praised you, rolling his hips up rhythmically while watching the whole thing before his eyes. The sheets shifted from under his feet and you opened your eyes to see his knees pushed in a bit. Soon after, he started slamming his hips up against your ass. Roughly yet steadily. “O-oooh.” You croaked, feeling your ass slap against his hips as he thrusted deeply into your soaked cunt. Your nipples were rubbing against the soft sheets and your head was shaking as he so. The sloppy skin slapping sounds and the bed creaking echoed between the two of you. You arched your back and saw stars. “Uuuunnh.” You moaned, shivering whenever he hit that spot over and over, deeply. Your breathless whimpers were music to his ears. His mouth wide open, he couldn’t form any words. His breath was hitching from the relentless clenching of your throbbing cunt around his cock.

You rested your head on the bouncing surface and slid your hand in between your legs and started rubbing your clit in circles. The feather light strokes on your clit made it pulsate that you let you a gratifed sigh. “Mm!” He groaned and smacked your ass while the thrusted feverishly. You were getting wetter and wetter that sounds were becoming more sloppy with each deep thrust. “U-unh!” You quivered, rubbing your clit faster as you were getting closer to your release. He hissed and gripped your hips, marking your skin. “Ugh!” He shivered, breathing heavily as he started feeling your walls tremble. You lifted yourself up and started bouncing on his cock, quickly. Your pants quickened while he slammed into your sloppy cunt. “Yeah. That’s it.” He said thickly, watching your warm white fluids cover his cock. He gripped your hips and pushed your hips back and pulled it down. And bucked into you roughly. The gushing sounds grew louder. “Oh!” You quivered. A fierce and violent rush of flutters danced through your body and you squirted. “Awh!” You moaned, spurting your fluids from the overtaking pleasure as he fucked you to oblivion. You managed to turn and look at him while he was catching on to his release and listen to the filthy wet sounds. His head was pushed back to pillow and his mouth wide open while he let out a long open mouth groan. “Ug-ugh!” His hips started stuttering as he tried to catch his breath m. And, he cummed. “Unh!” He moaned breathlessly, twitching while he thrusted into your warmth and shoots in your core. “M-mggh.” He shivered, dropping his legs.

He opened one of his eyes and saw his cum around your cunt and covering his length. “Damn.” He muttered, his chest heaving and he closed his eyes. “Mm.” You sat up and looked back at the now-putty man. You rolled your hips and bounced on the creamy length, and he winced. You giggled breathlessly when he tried to follow but to no avail. “Feelin sleepy, kisuke?” You teased. He gave a breathless chuckle and smacked your ass lazily.

You giggled. Your pussy really knocked him out. He’s getting soft now too. He deserved it. You mentally noted. You pulled his cock out and turned to straddle him. “Do you want anything?” You teased him as he was cooling off.

He chuckled. “A glass of water would be nice.” “Sure~” you said sarcastically, getting off the bed and heading to the door to get the cup of water that was sitting in front of the door. “Anything else ~ baby?” You emphasized, walking towards the now-sleepy shopkeeper who looked puffy and soft. You snorted at the last thought.

“And a change of new bed sheets.” He mumbled.

You frowned. “Do it yourself, old man.” You placed the cup on the night table and turned to grab your shorts. “W-where are you going?” He looked at you with a worried expression, not wanting you to leave him alone.

“Downstairs. To eat with the kids — ” You said, walking to the door. “For a while.” You gave him a smirk as you closed the sliding door and then headed downstairs.

“Heh.” He dropped his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “You got me.” He whispered to himself — with a soft smirk.

Oh how the tables have turned.

End.

#I hope you enjoy reading it! 😩💕 cuz I had fun writing it even though I was so anxious 😭#bleach x reader #bleach imagines #bleach x you #bleach tybw #bleach #kisuke urahara #kisuke #kisuke bleach #urahara kisuke smut #bleach smut #urahara kisuke x reader #kisuke x reader #kisuke urahara x reader #bleach headcanons #bleach kisuke #bleach scenarios #bleach x female reader #bleach x y/n

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m-ayo-o · 8 months

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vice and virtue

18+ // ex boyfriend Kisuke // female reader 18+ you’ve been hanging out, but he took you off guard tonight age gap // manipulation // unprotected sex // oral // “kitten” wc 2000

You were a student, he was the strange, pervy shopkeeper.

You honestly thought there was nothing more to it. Sure, he’s gorgeous, confident and funny, but he’s also much older than you, and left such a weird first impression.

Despite this, you got to know him and dated for nearly two years, ending up parting ways when you moved back home after university, forcing a distance on your relationship.

But after travelling, returning to save money and submitting countless applications, you’ve finally landed a great job. Your connections in your old university town worked in your favour, so you decide to move back and find your own place to live, excited to start this new chapter.

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You allowed yourself to believe it was mere coincidence when you bumped into each other on your first night back. He’s just so casual about it, asking, “sorry, are you ok, miss?” when your shoulders brush past each other, pretending not to realise who you are until he looks up at you, “oh...[name]?”

You’re not fooled by the surprised look on his face. You know he can sense your presence from miles away. You can’t believe he waited this long, to be honest.

But he couldn’t just show up at your new place. He had to at least feign normality, bumping into you outside the supermarket when you were late night shopping.

But in reality, you’re relieved to see him, a familiar face in this old town. Of course, you’ve been trying your best to keep it to yourself– it would be insufferable if he found out just how happy you are to see him.

Despite your best efforts, you know Kisuke has realised after numerous “meet ups” and “hang outs” that you’re glad to be back, the possibility of resuming your relationship growing by the day.

Most of your encounters have been fairly laid back, meeting after work, having drinks, then he’d walk you home through the park.

You try to ignore the feelings that are resurfacing and spreading, taking hold with every flirty comment and casual touch.

You’ve always wanted to believe that the light outshines the dark with Kisuke, but realistically, you often can’t place his intentions.

During your relationship you came to understand that Kisuke doesn’t exactly play by the rules, and sure, he was a little manipulative at times.

But you can’t deny that you’ve missed him, enjoying the incredible rush it gives you to speak to him again. After all those years he’s still the same; facetious, quick witted, observant.

And yes, of course he’s gorgeous, and he knows it. But the way he looks at you… his eyes lingering where they really shouldn’t– it makes you realise he has a certain power over you.

After getting the message that you at least want to spend time with him, he’s decided to take things up a notch, but you weren’t quite prepared for his next move.

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Nostalgia hits you so hard when you see him perching on your windowsill, giving you a little smile when you turn to face him, sensing his presence, “you missed me?”

You hold yourself, feeling exposed in your skimpy pyjama set, as if he hasn’t seen you like this before. How long has he been watching?

He steps in, ignoring your hesitation and making himself at home.

He has a way with his words, so charming and persuasive, you swear he could get away with murder.

“Kisuke,” you settle on the arm of the sofa as he lays back comfortably, “what are you doing here?”

“Just…” he tilts his head up, giving you a big grin, “visiting the prettiest girl in town.”

Your face shows obvious irritation, grumbling as you get up and walk to the kitchen. You forget how cheesy he can be sometimes.

It’s now that you’re facing away from him that he speaks up, his voice a little lower, “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too,” you reply, partly satisfied with his answer as you get a glass of water

“Are you not happy to see me?” he asks, his mischievous eyes peering at you from under his hat.

“Well, I–” you start, sitting on the edge of the sofa again, folding your arms, “tonight– I’m just surprised, that's all. The way you showed up outside my window…” you trail off, a smile playing at your lips as your eyes find his.

He returns your gaze, “Glad you remember, anyway.”

You just sigh and take another sip of water, trying to keep your cool. Of course you remember.

He edges closer to you, his hand reaching out to tug on your cute socks, “Because I remember,” he continues, “I remember it all.”

He studies the frilly material, his fingers twiddling and toying as he speaks.

“I remember…” he tilts his head up, his eyes flicking to yours, “what we used to do together.”

You can’t help the way your stomach twists up at his words. And he can’t help his hands tracing up your legs.

Now that he has his hands on you, your body feels frozen in place. Part of you begs to flee, another urges you to stay.

But you know it’s too late.

If Kisuke wants something, he’s going to get it.

He’s going to ask for it nicely, with flirting and compliments, or he’s going to take it, using more coercive, manipulative methods.

He doesn’t mind either way.

The dangerous thing is, you find it hard to tell the difference.

“You remember all that too, right?” you hear his voice again over your rushing thoughts.

You nod and squirm under his gaze, your legs wriggling in a feeble attempt to free yourself.

“It felt good, didn’t it?” he whispers over your bare leg, making you shiver.

You can’t deny it. He knows his way round your body like the back of his hand. You’ve never met anyone before or since who’s made you feel like he did.

“Kisuke…” you give him a look of warning, “we shouldn’t…”

He only inches closer, his lips pressing over your shin as he sits below you.

You try to pull away, only to find his hands circling around your ankles, keeping you seated on the arm of the sofa.

He mutters your name and kisses up to your knee.

“You know it’ll feel good, and you’ve missed me, hm?” he coos, taking his hat off with a ruffle of his hair, looking up at you almost endearingly.

His timing is immaculate as always, showing off his pretty grey eyes and blonde mop of hair right before you were about to edge away completely.

But that would’ve meant he lost, and that’s not going to happen.

“I haven’t changed too much, have I?” he asks, a hand running through his hair with a smile and a laugh.

You know what he’s doing, and it’s working.

Your hand almost instinctively reaches out to stroke his hair, faltering slightly, then bringing him in closer.

He’s got you. Your hands on him are a sure sign, clear as day, that you want him.

His lips seal over you again, his eyes studying your every reaction as he parts your legs, working up your thighs.

Your hands just remain entangled in his messy blonde hair, impulsively pulling him closer.

He crooks an eyebrow, smirking over your inner thigh as his eyes find your cute pyjama shorts.

He strips you and dives between your legs right where you’re sitting, smiling over you.

He’s won. The game is over. Now he can enjoy his sweet prize.

And in all honesty, you haven’t felt like this in… years. Probably since you were last with Kisuke. Nobody else has compared.

It’s just the way he eats you so… unashamedly. There’s no hesitation– it’s not as if he’s rushing. He can take it slow if you ask, it’s just the lack of inhibition and pure enjoyment he gets from making you feel good.

Once he’s satisfied with how wet and messy you’re getting he pulls away, his tongue licking up to your clit teasingly. He stands, licks his lips and finally places a kiss on yours.

You smile into his kiss, finding it amusing that he managed to kiss your pussy before your mouth. He seems to agree, a chuckle escaping as he opens up to feel your tongue working into his mouth.

Finally, you taste each other again. You can’t help the grin spreading over your face as you pull away, reveling in the familiar sweet flavours on his tongue.

There’s no chance he’s missing the pink in your cheeks right now. He stares down at your smile and returns his own, your hands finding his chest.

“Been so long…” you murmur quietly.

“I know baby, c’mere, let me make you feel good, ok?” as if he’s asking politely, taking your hand in his, soon finding your bedroom in your new apartment.

He’s got you right where he wants you, stripped and splayed out on your bed, looking all cute and defenseless.

He discards his clothes, revealing his muscular, toned body and hard length, climbing over and pushing into you in seconds. You’re both just so impatient, pulling each other closer.

You don’t know why you hesitated so much in the first place. Maybe it was just part of the game you two love playing.

He loves it when you play hard to get, trying to deny him, and you love it when he convinces you to have sex with him.

But now he’s inside you, he’s got you letting out cute little whimpers of his name, wishing you let him have you the first night you arrived back.

“Aw, did my pretty girl miss me, hm?” he coos, pushing your leg back to get deeper.

You try to convince yourself that you’ve just missed his body, the pleasure he’s giving you right now. But you know it’s not just that.

You nod in defeat, looking down at where he’s repeatedly entering you.

“S’ok, girl, you’re back with me now, yeah?” he mutters over your lips as you get dangerously close to your release.

He’s planting this idea in your mind now, knowing you’ll have pleasurable memories when he starts convincing you to get back together with him.

But in actual fact, he’s been working on that since the day you arrived back in town.

“‘m with you,” you nod and look up at him with those gorgeous, wide eyes that he’s missed so much– those eyes you give him when you’re basically begging to cum over him, “Kisuke–”

He gets nice and rough, hearing his name from your lips, “fuck– you gonna cum f’ me, kitten?” his voice is soft in your ear, delivering that pet name you completely forgot about.

Your body arches up, your eyes rolling back as you squeeze his length, the details flooding your mind.

Maybe he’s just allowing you to remember everything at the right moment, building a full picture back gradually to ensure you don’t get scared off.

“Remember that now, hm?” he questions as your hips grind up to his, your orgasm pulsing through you for what feels like minutes, “mm, remember how I had you trained so nicely?”

Fuck. He had you wrapped around his little finger.

And he’s doing it again. He’s got you cumming over his dick and nodding blindly, agreeing to stay with him and let him use you whenever he wants, effortlessly bending your will for his own benefit.

But he can’t help it. It’s what he does best.

And now he’s got his pretty girl taking his cum without question. He smiles and kisses up your neck and cheek, to your lips, praising and holding you, feeling pleased with himself.

He's got you back.

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hollowbait · 10 months

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Started watching Bleach again as an adult because I saw a 100k+ fic and decided that in order to read it, I needed to understand the canon. Once I actually got into the canon I fell immediately in love with Urahara and got sucked into a totally different ship. This is that ship. And since I'm a firm believer that once you read over 100 fics for a ship in less 3 months, you need to make a list of your favouriters, here we are!

@uraharaichigo's current top 25 URAICHI FIC.

breaking and entering is a crime, you know (but i'd forgive you of anything) by Excalis | T, 4k | “Why do you keep breaking into my house?” Ichigo complained, in lieu of a proper response. It was best to not feed Kisuke’s ego. “I was sexiled from my own home,” Kisuke sighed.

Your Humble Offering (In The Mouth Of This Abandoned Church) by RayShippouUchiha | M, 10k | Ichigo, the man who took Kisuke’s crumbling self into both of his hands and pressed the pieces back together with a gruff sort of gentleness, dies.

the shore at dusk (there you'll find my heart) by Starsilver | M, 5k | Ichigo dreams of the heartbeat pounding of the waves and the taste of brine on his lips.

Alchemy by athena_crikey | G, 22k | Shiba Ichigo leads a boring, blameless life as head administrator for the Shiba Clan. Until one day, a mysterious repair shop moves in next door.

Brightest by athena_crikey | T, 8k | “You fill your life with colour and noise and friendship, Kurosaki-san. It’s a very impressive trait. You turn enemies into friends. I… I turn friends into enemies.” Urahara’s still smiling; bitter, brittle.

Madness of Monday by NotLonelyJustAlone | G, 7k | How… how… how? How do you explain ‘I’ve either gone mad or I’m reliving the same week and I don’t feel mad and everything happens the same but I remember it all and I can’t can’t can’t keep doing this please help please please please because even if I’m not mad already I can tell the road there is definitely shorter today than yesterday?’

Standing Over Him by NotLonelyJustAlone | T, 10k | “And you, Kurosaki Ichigo, are mine.” Ichigo without his powers, but not totally alone.

Bureaucracy Hell by Aliendel | G, 8k | Reizei Ariko was considered old for a shinigami. Useless in a fight, she’d been relegated to an administrative position at the Academy. She was content with her mostly monotonous life dealing with arrogant nobles and stupid brats. Until an orange-haired young man barged into it and turned her life upside down like he had so many others.

Fashion Faux Pas? by celestivian | E, 20k | Ichigo has a big party to go to, and nothing to wear. Out of desperation, he seeks out Kisuke for help. Kisuke, of course, delivers.

You Don't Have a Soul, You Are a Soul (You Have a Body) by FeelingFredly | G, 2.6k | Kisuke has a disregard for his own safety a mile wide and it's enough to drive Ichigo mad. This time he finds the shopkeeper unconscious but not alone, and the woman with him has some very interesting things to say.

Car by CheshireSense (cywscross) | G, 4k | Urahara Kisuke handles pursuit of a love interest about the same way he handles everything else: with needlessly convoluted plans carried out in the most roundabout way possible because straightforward just won't cut it for him. He's lucky Ichigo's used to it by now.

Guard by CheshireSense (cywscross) | T, 18k | Later, Kisuke will remember and tease, "Were you really obsessing over me, Ichigo? Oh my, I have my own personal stalker!", and get an elbow to the face for his troubles.

Skeletons in the Closet (and flowers by the window) by Sky_King | T, 51k | Kisuke has a plan. He always has, and he’s very good at seeing it to completion no matter what. But as he grooms that noble boy into the perfect weapon to defeat Aizen, he begins to regret ever pursuing this idea.

A Deep Drink by Mousieta | T, 9k | Ichigo is a grad student who needs help writing his thesis. And Kisuke…. well no one has ever asked Kisuke what he needs. Does he even know? Does it matter?

i've always been this way (please don't scream) by Mister_Fox | T, 5k | “Ever wanted to snatch a pigeon out of the sky and eat it?” Kisuke asks idly.

Fade to Crimson (I know your name) by Starrie_Wolf | T, 8k | Ichigo’s a relative newcomer at the Seireitei Shatterdome, but he’s settled into the steady pace of his work fine, even made some friends. There’s just one thing.

what is reality? (what is a lie?) by Starrie_Wolf | T, 15k | Sequel to what is a gift? (what is a sacrifice?). Kisuke promises to restore Ichigo's powers after Ichigo makes a sacrifice he doesn't expect, and this changes things when Ginjou starts sniffing.

Equilibrium Position by Silmariën (Starrie_Wolf) | E, 15k | He can't believe he has Aizen to thank for getting them together. Can you send fruit baskets to Mugen?

Feeling Horny by Silmariën (Starrie_Wolf) | E, 3k | When Urahara shoved Ichigo to Hirako to learn how to control his inner Hollow, Ichigo thought it meant Urahara wasn’t Hollowfied. He was wrong.

Ficlet February by nahnahnahnah | G, 20k | And he had faith, he did, that Ichigo would defeat Yhwach. That was a startling enough realization, that he would have faith in anyone other than maybe Yoruichi and Tessai.

Patience by floweringbloom | E, 4k | Ichigo needs to have more patience, but he's very good at being Kisuke's distraction.

Remember Me (I won’t wait) by fw_feathers (callmeren) | G, 6k | On November 6, 2022, 13:00, the world’s first VRMMO game «Brave Souls Online» officially opened its servers. On November 6, 2022, 15:37, Kurosaki Ichigo put on his NerveGear and entered «Brave Souls Online». On November 6, 2022, 17:30, the game of death began.

Every Second (I’ll be running) by fw_feathers (callmeren) | M, 25k | “You didn’t tell us your zanpakuto spirit is a giant sea serpent, Ichigo-san,” Kisuke says mildly. “Ah,” Ichigo says, shading his eyes with a hand. “Should I have mentioned that?”

For You, My Dear, I’d Wait Forever by PhishyFish | T, 27k | Everybody knew about the 12th’s lieutenant. After all, he made quite the striking figure. Wild orange hair, a permanent scowl, and power that clung tightly to his skin, it really was not an exaggeration that everyone knew him, or at the least, knew about him.

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rayshippouuchiha · 1 year

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BBM AU:

The day the twins go off to college/explore the world outside Karakura bc Ichigo wants them to live and explore who they are as much as it pains him for them to leave his sight/protection tho they know how to defend themselves from anyone/anything bc he's responsible like that (have weapons he asked Kisuke to make for them? or ones the shopkeeper crafted for the twins if only to help ease Ichigo's mind and gain further favor with him?), Isshin feels a chill run down his spine but brushes it aside.

Unaware his clock is running out.

Quickly.

Permanently.

Kisuke's lab table needs a fresh body and Ichigo feels like Kisuke deserves to have his property returned to him at least tho he may repurpose the gigai for something else.

Might as well get a three for one, no?

Isshin was always going to die.

Ichigo had known that simple fact from the moment he realized just what it was that's been building between him and Kisuke and just how both of them would be acting because of that.

Isshin with his loud mouth, nosy nature, and entitlement, would simply have to go at the earliest convenience for all of them.

And once the girls are gone? Once Kisuke can be assured that his and Ichigo's privacy will be maintained?

Well.

Kisuke thinks it'd be an excellent gift to Ichigo, removing an obstacle in his human life.

Ichigo thinks Kisuke deserves a gift for being so patient.

#RayRambles #Better Be Mine AU #Bleach #UraIchi

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brittscafe · 7 months

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"Getting the greatest feeling of safety from cuddling" + "taking care of *reader* after they get injured" with Urahara and (separate) Rangiku?

Yes!! <3 <3

Kisuke: The warmth of his body and arms around yours consumes your being. Your head rests on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

Your whole body is sore and hurts each time you move. You shift yourself and your face twists in agony. Kisuke's eyes widen and he inhales sharply.

"You okay?" he asks, eyes soft and full of concern. You let out a heavy sigh and nod your head.

"Yeah, it just hurts a little. Thank you," you mumble out, lifting your head up from his chest and meeting his gaze.

"What are you thanking me for, y/n?" Kisuke asks, a smirk tugging along his pale face. His large palms cup your cheeks and his thumbs brush over your skin.

"For being here with me right now. For taking care of me," you explain, smiling warmly.

"You don't need to thank me for that. I'm just a regular shopkeeper," he shrugs his shoulders, his chuckle rumbling your body.

Rangiku: Her hands run up and down your back as you both bask in the silence. Her touch bringing a certain comfort to you. She glances down at you, a frown tugging on her face.

"My poor baby. Those fools got what was coming to them delivered by yours truly," Rangiku scoffs out and your eyes widen.

"What did you do?" you ask curiously, eyebrows knitting together.

"Me and Hanieko gave them what they deserved. The details are useless," Rangiku sighs out, her fingers coming through your hair.

Your arms are wrapped around her waist and you squeeze her tightly.

"Thank you," you whisper quietly and she presses a soft kiss to your temple.

"Of course, y/n. I'd kill for you anytime," she boasts out, a proud smile dancing along her face.

#kisuke urhara #kisuke urahara is the love of my life #bleach #bleach anime #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach headcanons #bleach x y/n #bleach x female reader #bleach imagines #bleachanime #bleachichigo #kisuke urahara #rangiku bleach #rangiku matsumoto #gin x rangiku #matsumoto rangiku #bleach rangiku

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polarspaz · 1 year

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More BleachOkami AU!

-In the past, Deity Ichigo was the mirror opposite of Amaterasu. While she drew strength from the sun, he did so from the moon. She took the guise of a predator, a wolf, but guarded her people like a loyal pup. He instead took the form of rabbit, an unassuming creature that ruthlessly slew his enemies for those he protected. Despite these differences they still fell in love, but they’re happiness was all too brief before Yami came in and ended it all.

-Yuzu and Karin are the only people Ichigo will let hold/touch him when he’s stuck as a rabbit. He tries not to show it, but he’s very sensitive about his rabbit form. However over time the embarrassment fades and later, if someone gives him shit about it, he’ll happily turn into a rabbit and proceed to absolutely decimate them.

-Besides some weird dreams, Ichigo isn’t bothered too much by his past self, except for one lingering emotion. He gets this intense urge to fight sometimes, like this primal urge to go all out and not hold back. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem as he has more than enough people who would be happy to spar with him, the REAL problem here is not killing them.

-Ichigo is WAY too strong. If he lets loose he could easily kill someone, so in desperation he goes to Kisuke Urahara. Ichigo makes a deal with the shopkeeper, the man can do whatever experiments he wants with Ichigo’s new Celestial powers, but in turn he’s got to spar with Ichigo. Urahara agrees easily, only to find himself mostly fighting for his life than doing research.

-Only a month after getting his new powers, Ichigo finds a small sprite, a female Poncle, sitting on his desk. Her name is Koyo and she was sent to become Ichigo’s new emissary. Her job is paint pictures of Ichigo’s feats and adventures and then send them out into the world. She’s shy and has a big crush on Ichigo and takes her job very seriously. She also becomes best friends with Yuzu. ((She’s the little butterfly girl on the bottom.))

#Blood #my art #ichigo kurosaki #OkamiBleachAU #Bleach #okami

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tenshusuto · 1 year

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𝐇𝐎. 𝆹𝅥ㅤ𝐇𝐎. 𝐇𝐎. · ˚ ༘ ❅ * It's time to spread some seasonal cheer, so Merry Christmas!

#shady shopkeeper ; semi - lurking #{ Indeed Merry Christmas to y'all who celebrate today and even later after ~~ }#{ I am going to schedule when to focus separately on threads tl or inbox or perhaps shall do things spontaneously with the mood as always }#{ for now I am lurking bc kinda drunk and I'm afraid it's going to last 'till New Year xD but I'm proud how miraculously well this #troller's hat switch turned out either way I hope you guys shall have amazing holidays <3 ily }#{ Bonus at bottom: if I'm sober enough Kisuke might have some fugly cheesy sweaters to surprise someone with and who knows maybe #something more }#bleach rp

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bleachbrainrotbro · 16 days

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Starter for Mara ( @bleachshopkeep )

Kisuke would find himself ( and additionally his shop, ) surrounded by a black and red viscous liquid that seemed to create a dome. The liquid rushed back and forth, as if creating a tornado, before suddenly halting and dripping to the floor, splashing and gathering into a humanoid figure in front of the shop. The humanoid figure soon started to become more refined, into a large, muscular man with shining gold eyes, and dark fluffy hair.

The expression of the man was serious, dark, and grim. His lips were formed in a straight line, ghosting over a slight frown. He approached Kisuke, holding out his palm as he looked down at the shady shopkeeper. "Are you Urahara?" The right hand rested on his zanpakutou's hilt, fingers adorned with rings and chains connected to a golden and bronze bracelet that was worn down through the years.

As he waited for the other man to answer, his free hand, outstretched to the exiled captain, was holding a small, black envelope with a red, shiny seal. The colors were the same as the liquid that the man seemed to form from. He did not speak any further, but his voice was low, quiet, yet stern and almost angry. His eyes pierced with barely contained anger, seemingly only grounded by the silver and golden rings on his fingers.

#bleachshopkeep #Mara

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alto-mi · 2 years

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FOREVERMORE (UraIchi)

Kisuke’s love is possessive, near-suffocating, and admittedly yandere-adjacent. Ichigo handles it pretty well, much to Yoruichi's surprise.

(She should have known better.)

AO3

___

Really, Yoruichi should have seen it coming, but hindsight is 20/20 and she hasn’t heard anything about this in the grapevine either. So when she walks past the kitchen of the Shoten to rejoin the partying group in the living room, she actually does a double-take at her peripherals.

The hallway she’s standing in is dark, but the kitchen light is bright enough it makes her squint to see clearly.

Between the slivers of the doors to the kitchen, she sees Ichigo looking very comfortable in Kisuke’s arms, and since when was that a development? There was no way of misinterpreting how Kisuke’s hands trail alongside Ichigo’s back or how the teen practically melts into the blonde’s touch. It’s an admittedly weird sight, and maybe the strangeness of it might be why she missed it coming half a mile away.

(mind the line break)

A part of her twinges sadly for Orihime who’s been pining for the young man for ages. But she shakes that feeling away as her ears key into their quiet conversation.

“You know, I was thinking of going to Tokyo Uni,” Ichigo rumbles into Kisuke’s shoulder.

“For… An English Literature degree?”

The quiet but bemused incredulity in Kisuke’s voice is apparent, and the ease in it isn’t something she’s heard in a long time. Ichigo bumps his forehead into the crook of Kisuke’s shoulder, and the teen’s head shakes alongside Kisuke’s chuckle. It’s still strange to see, but Yoruichi can’t get over just how natural they slot together. She can’t recall any time she’s ever seen either of them be that at ease with anyone before.

“You know,” the shopkeeper demures into Ichigo’s hair, “It’s close to Karakura Town, but it’ll still be quite the commute. I assume you’re moving out of the clinic when you graduate?”

There’s a pause between them but it’s not awkward as Ichigo hums, clearly taking some time to collect his thoughts. She remembers seeing the young man take a few sips of alcohol, despite not even being of drinking age, and maybe that explains the way his voice slurs a bit as he talks.

“Yeah,” Ichigo sighs, “Was gonna move out anyways, let one of the girls have my room so they can finally have their own space.”

No less than a second later Ichigo seems to realize something. He tilts his head toward Kisuke, and though Yoruichi can’t see his expression from this angle, she can imagine how shit-eating it must be for Kisuke to grab Ichigo’s head and pull it back into the blonde’s shoulder.

Ichigo’s frame shakes with laughter, and she catches Kisuke’s ears turning a shade darker. How cute.

“What, you think you’re not gonna see me anymore because I’ll be moving away?”

Kisuke pets Ichigo’s hair, and his eyes are closed. Kisuke’s head is suspiciously absent of his usual garish hat.

“Well, I’ll certainly be missing you more than usual.”

Ichigo is taken aback by the shopkeeper’s rare showing of honesty, one that leans uncomfortably close to being emotional, but the younger man takes it in stride with a chaste kiss on Kisuke’s cheek.

“You know I can just open a Garganta and visit you whenever right? Honestly, I might just swing by more than I do now.”

Another pause between them, except Kisuke is the one to break it this time.

“... If that’s the case…” Kisuke murmurs, “Then would you consider moving in with me at the Shoten?”

Ichigo stills, but Kisuke continues. Curiously, Kisuke doesn’t say us but rather me .

“You can get to campus through a Garganta, and you practically live here already. You don't have to pay rent, either. It wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

And it’s something that the residents of the Shoten have all noticed, but chosen not to say anything about. No one mentions the room already dedicated to the teen or how it has more personality than the one in his actual house. There’s not even a peep nor whisper about how most of Ichigo’s clothes are already at the Shoten, or how he eats and sleeps there more often than not. She had chalked it up to Ichigo’s continued mentorship with Kisuke, or even how Isshin’s god-awful parenting had finally begun taking its toll on the Substitute Shinigami.

She had it all wrong, apparently, and it’s hard to push past her pride to admit that.

Struck with sharp clarity at Kisuke’s sudden proposition, Yoruichi realizes this isn’t the type of conversation she should be eavesdropping on. She had no qualms about such things, shameless as she is, but given that this was one of her oldest friends in a moment of unbelievable vulnerability?

Well, she wasn’t that tactless.

Quickly, she exits the dark corridor and back into the noisy lounge of the living room to where the New Year’s countdown has finally started. But not before she heard the quiet murmurs of Ichigo’s reply.

She doesn’t have to guess what Ichigo had to say about Kisuke’s proposal if the blonde’s warm laughter is anything to go by.

___

Promptly after Ichigo graduates, the young man packs his bags and moves straight into the Shoten. There’s not much of a hustle and bustle made about it, or so Ururu has said, though there were some choice words and complaints made by the Kurosaki patriarch. Ururu said that Ichigo’s sisters promised to visit often, which Yoruichi takes as a silent warning to check who’s at the Shoten before appearing nude.

But Yoruichi wasn’t there when the orange-haired teen moved in as she was busy prancing about in Soul Society. Mostly to help with the reconstruction after the Quincy War, but also to visit her little protege once more.

There’s a rustling about and some whispers among the Onmitsukido, but that’s par the course for them. So when Soi Fon makes no mention of it, neither does Yoruichi, and she’s content to tease her student once more like the good ole days.

When she comes back to the Shoten with not much worthwhile news on her back, she’s pleasantly surprised to find the person manning the storefront to be Ichigo instead of Kisuke. She spreads her reiatsu and curls it against Kisuke’s own who happily returns the greeting. She’d do the same for Ichigo, but knowing how piss poor he was at sensing reiatsu, she knows better than to waste her time.

She knows Ichigo’s semi-aware of a new presence in the store by the way his ears twitch, but he doesn’t make any move to scan the front of the store.

He’s still chatting away with Kisuke, who’s hidden somewhere in the back of the store, and they’re discussing Kisuke’s tailoring skills, but again, mundane.

“Yo, Ichi-bo!”

Ichigo doesn’t startle, which kind of rankles Yoruichi’s fur, but his eyes do warm considerably when he sees her slink through the door.

“Hey, Yoruichi-san. How’s Soul Society?”

Are any old enemies of Soul Society rearing their heads this time? She can almost hear him saying that word for word.

“Eh, same-old, same-old. Reconstruction’s getting better, but it’s still slow with the lack of manpower we have. On the flip side, I’m pretty sure Old Man Yama’s planning something big soon. He might just ask if you wanna become Squad Captain,” she teases.

Of course, right after Captain Commander Yamamoto had fully healed of his near-fatal injuries during the Quincy War, the old coot’s still spry enough to jump back into paperwork even after that.

Ichigo scrunches his nose, not exactly amused at the prospect of becoming a captain, and she wonders how many Shinigamis would kill to be in his position right now. Funnily enough, the mention of Soul Society possibly stealing the young man for themselves gets Kisuke to come out of his little hiding spot behind the doors, and he saddles up beside Ichigo quite comfortably.

Ichigo isn’t bothered by it whatsoever and even subconsciously leans into the older man’s warmth.

“Mah, Ichigo, already gunning for Captaincy hm? You haven’t even been to the Academy yet.”

Kisuke slides an arm up and around Ichigo, who only turns his head to scowl at the blonde at his words.

“I think if I went to the Academy,” Ichigo responds gamely, “I’ll be kicked out the same day.”

As Ichigo continues on, seemingly fired up by even the mention of having to deal with Soul Society’s shenanigans, Kisuke silently meets Yoruichi’s eyes. There’s a challenge in his gaze that she recognizes immediately, and Yoruichi subtly puffs her chest at him.

Is this what you really want, she asks.

Yes , his eyes solemnly declare, as if his life depended on it.

I see.

And there’s nothing more to it as they both zone back into Ichigo complaining about the bureaucracy of Soul Society, and how he still has a life here in the human world. She joins in their banter, agreeing that the spirit world wouldn’t be the same once Ichigo joins them, but occasionally her eyes wander to where Kisuke’s hands obsessively swirl circles into Ichigo’s waist.

The teen only continues in his rant and doesn’t recognize anything weird is happening, but Yoruichi’s intimately familiar with that half-lidded and near manic-glaze in Kisuke’s eyes as he stares besottedly at Ichigo. And if she really squints her eyes, she can see the bright beginnings of something tethering them together, and when she sees it, something within her settles.

Ah, she realizes, Kisuke really is serious about Ichigo .

___

She doesn’t consider herself a worrier, but when it comes to the blossoming relationship between Kisuke and Ichigo, well.

She spends a bit more time simply watching over them than she’d care to admit. And what she sees is concerning, to say the least, though she’d sooner go bald than admit that out loud.

Kisuke isn’t one to draw unnecessary attention to himself, so no one else has noticed the signs but her and maybe Tessai. Which is a good thing, because it means Kisuke's keeping his temper to himself. There are rules and boundaries he’s recognized and is willing to work with, even if they’re for Ichigo’s sake than anyone else's.

But it’s a bad thing because as time passes, it’s become more obvious that his patience is wearing thinner and thinner each day. And not with Ichigo, no, the older man will bend over backward just to keep the Substitute Shinigami happy.

But it’s the people around him that are testing Kisuke.

Orihime is the first threat, and Yoruichi’s afraid she’ll stay on Kisuke’s shitlist for a long, long time. Even if Orihime stops mooning over Ichigo, knowing that Ichigo was so close to being taken from him sets the blonde on edge every time she comes over to visit. Kisuke's placated by the silent reassurance that Ichigo is loyal (and in love) to a fault, but sometimes it’s barely enough to stop the blonde from throttling the young woman because she was making one too many moon eyes at Ichigo.

Thankfully, they’re all aware Orihime will never gather the courage to confess, and Ichigo will never bring it up as long as she doesn’t. They’ll continue to remain friends, even if they’re less close than they used to be, and that’s enough to keep the shopkeeper at bay.

And then there’s Grimmjow, who’s somehow made it a habit with Ichigo to spar every week like absolute maniacs. Yoruichi doesn’t fully understand the bond those two have, but she can see how it’s easily mistaken for an insane Olympics form of flirting; hell, maybe that’s just how Hollows did it. One long and drawn-out spar with Kisuke though, in the depths of his underground training room has Grimmjow… changing his approach to Ichigo differently from then on.

She’s not sure what Kisuke could have said to the Arrancar, but he’s less handsy and up-close-and-personal when he confronts the teen. Not that Ichigo's noticed, of course, because Grimmjow still threatens to disembowel the Substitute Shinigami at every chance he gets, and almost makes good on his promise every week. But Kisuke’s less oppressive about it, and Yoruichi takes it as a win in her books.

Shinji, Rukia, and surprisingly enough Byakuya are the next threats to Kisuke, but their years have taught them to recognize signs of a beginning soul bond; the tether between Kisuke and Ichigo is as bright as day and hard to mistake. When they realize it, they’re just as taken aback as Yoruichi was when she found out. But they all take it in stride though, and Ichigo is none the wiser to their newfound resolve to keep their friendships as is.

There are others that come and go, some human, some shinigami, and some hollow, but none of them ever keep Ichigo’s attention for longer than what’s appropriate. It also helps that, eventually, Ichigo finally made it clear that they were an item when he pulled the blonde into a quick, but heated kiss during a Shinigami-related event so everyone could see. It doesn’t stop some of the more stubborn challengers, but none of it matters when Ichigo comes back to Kisuke at the end of the day.

Like a sun revolving around a black hole, she supposes.

And though the ex-Captian is somewhat reassured by Ichigo’s steadfast desire to stay by his side, one that only grows stronger with every passing moment, she can see that something is eating away at the blonde.

Ichigo is as dense as he is powerful, but he’s not stupid , so it’s no surprise when the young man pulls Kisuke to the side to talk , and not in a sexy way.

Jinta and Ururu are playing in the yard in front of the Shoten, and while Tessai is away tending to the Kido Corps in Soul Society, she’s taken the time to spend it in the human world a bit longer in agreeance to the pact she made once with Tessai to never leave a certain shopkeeper unattended . Regardless if Ichigo is present because God knows Ichigo is as much of a troublemaker as Kisuke is.

She’s in her feline form, watching the kids from the sunspot she’s lying in, but she can't help but listen in on the private conversation the two are having inside. Not her fault if they're doing it so close to the front yard knowing damn well how good her hearing is.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

Ichigo huffs, and Yoruichi’s tail swishes in the wind.

“You’ve been acting weird recently. Weirder than normal.”

“Aw, do you worry about this humble shopkeeper? I’m flattered, but there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Kisuke. You snapped at that new Shinigami patrolling Karakura the other day, don’t think I didn’t notice that.”

All is silent before Kisuke sighs.

“I’m really being honest when I say it’s nothing to worry over.”

“But something is bothering you.”

Another pause.

“Kisuke. Even if you say I don’t have to worry about you, I still do anyway. I love you too much not to .”

And despite the fact that Kisuke’s breathing definitely hitched at the sudden declaration, Ichigo continues on like the heartbreaker he is. Yoruichi’s tail has slowed to a stop and lays flat on the porch in anticipation, and she wishes she had a bowl of popcorn for this novella-worthy drama unfolding in front of her.

Or, well, behind her.

“Just… Something’s clearly on your mind. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Another pause, and this time Yoruichi isn’t sure if Kisuke will rebuff Ichigo once more. It would be entirely in his nature, and she doubts Ichigo would ever hold it against him with his own bleeding heart. But Kisuke surprises her once more as she hears the rustling of clothes in the building behind her.

“I suppose… I've been thinking about something for quite some time now. It's... About what it means for you to have me as yours .”

Leave it to Kisuke to avoid using overly romantic words, yet somehow make it sound like so much more beyond just your typical love. Though she supposes there’s not much typical about either man, considering how much they’ve bled for each other.

“Is this about all the stuff you did before the whole Aizen thing?”

Kisuke chuckles, but there’s little humor in it. Ichigo’s words take her back a little, though she supposes it makes sense; Kisuke’s been taking a more… forthcoming approach to his relationship with Ichigo, so it comes to reason that the younger man would know about Kisuke’s time as Onmitsukido and as a less-than-ethical researcher.

She only hopes it wasn’t the topic for pillow-talk , because talk about a major turn-off.

“No, you already know most of that. This is… something else. Something that might… Change the way you see me. See us.”

Silence follows.

“... Short of wanting my sisters dead, I doubt anything’s gonna change between us.”

Yoruichi snorts, masking it with a very convincing cough.

“You’re the farthest thing from being a saint, but right after I realized that, I knew I still wanted you anyways.”

“You know I’d never harm your sisters, Ichigo.”

“Obviously.”

“...”

Ichigo sighs, and it’s pathetic how love-sick even that sounds.

“Hey, look at me?”

“... Of course.”

More rustling and the wood floor creaks a bit as Yoruichi assumes Ichigo’s stepped into Kisuke’s space.

“I love you. At the end of the day, I’ll still be yours as much as you are mine. Got it?”

Kisuke chuckles weakly.

“Loud and clear.”

“Good. I’ll brew some tea for us to drink while we talk. Just… Remember, the list of things I wouldn’t do for you is small.”

And it’s sweet hearing firsthand just how serious Ichigo is about Kisuke, but there’s something about that last statement that rubs her the wrong way. But Ururu hits an extraordinary home run, and Yoruichi simply tosses that feeling back into the recesses of her mind for another day.

___

Yoruichi has a feeling she knows what it was that Kisuke confessed to Ichigo, but true to the young man’s words, nothing changes between them at all. If anything, they’ve gotten closer as a result, and she feels somehow… Relieved by it.

Partially because Yoruichi can rest assured that people who got too close to Ichigo wouldn't suddenly die a mysterious suicide, but also of how freeing it must have been for Kisuke to truly see how steadfast Ichigo’s love is.

She’s keenly aware of how deeply Kisuke feels for Ichigo. Aside from how obnoxiously forlorn and love-sick he sighs and sulks about when Ichigo’s gone for longer than half a day, anyone who’s known the ex-Captain for even a brief moment can see it clearly. The concessions Kisuke has made for Ichigo, even the boringly mundane day-to-day ones, say more about the blonde’s devotion to his relationship than anything else ever could.

She cannot imagine anyone else Kisuke would sooner sacrifice everything for, not even herself. Perhaps once, a long time ago, but certainly not now.

(Who could ever compete in Kisuke’s eyes when all he sees is Ichigo?)

So on the off chance that Ichigo would have been disgusted by what he saw of Kisuke, realized how truly depraved the blonde can be in the name of love?

Well.

Yoruichi knows how to handle a lot of things, but heartbreak isn’t exactly one of them. Especially if Kisuke was gonna be the one with the broken heart, as God knows his walls would come down faster than the Quincies did on Soul Society.

So she’s glad it worked out for them. She’s happy to see Kisuke walking around with lighter shoulders, and Ichigo walking with him side-by-side.

They’re still no less strange of a couple in her eyes, but who is she to talk about love when they make each other smile like that?

They’re good for each other , she decides, even if she thinks Ichigo is slightly unprepared for Kisuke’s bloody brand of love . So she loosens up a bit. Backs off on her quiet hovering, and lets them be as a couple.

Besides, it just means now she can make fun of them for making out in broad daylight. Not that she didn’t before, but seeing Ichigo turn bright red is much more enjoyable now.

___

All’s well and fine, and a few weeks later Yoruichi gets a personal summons from Soi Fon to Soul Society. Not an unusual thing, and she supposes Soi Fon has been getting a little needier lately.

And who’s to say she doesn’t enjoy entertaining her little bee every now and then?

Tessai is still handling matters with the Kido Corps at Kisuke’s encouragement, and Ichigo will be away for a few days for a University-sponsored excursion. Though it effectively goes against her pact with Tessai to not leave him at home alone, Kisuke promises not to blow up the Shoten in the meanwhile. On the day of her departure, she wordlessly nods to the kids to keep Kisuke in line at home.

So when she hops over the Senkaimon, she does so knowing everything will be fine as usual in the World of the Living.

___

“Promise me you’ll call?” Ichigo asks with his hands propped on his hips. Kisuke chuffs, and presses a chaste kiss on the other man’s cheek. Admiring how Ichigo’s face flushes a pretty pink, the shopkeeper nods.

“Yes, yes, every night and morning at 9, sharp. You realize I have nothing better to do when you’re away and the world’s not ending, right?”

And there it was, that smile that was equal parts beautiful as it was bashful. Had Kisuke’s eyes still been damaged from Askin’s assault, he’d be sure that Ichigo’s smile would be a sight for literal sore eyes.

“Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that. I know you have a bunch of tests to run through when I’m finally gone.”

Ichigo retorts, but that happy gleam in his eyes makes it obvious the college student was harping on Kisuke just to get a rise out of him. And a rise, it gets.

“Mah, Ichigo-ku~un, do you see me so cruel as to wait for your departure to secretly have fun? I’ll have you know I mourn your absence every waking second, even when I am ‘running a bunch of tests’!”

Kisuke bemoans in an exaggerated voice, and the amused huff from Ichigo was a wonderful reward for the blonde’s efforts.

“Dork,” Ichigo grins, and he knew deep within his soul there was not a single thing he wouldn’t give to keep that sight all to himself.

___

She's not even two days into her little trip to Soul Society before Yoruichi gets a random text from Ichigo. Though they’re close, Ichigo’s not the type to text her for no good reason. If he wanted to chat, he’d simply call or visit without prior notice, so this is the first red flag that raised its mast in her head.

His message simply reads: Can u call kisuke ?

She resists the urge to jokingly huff and puff about not even getting a hello, how was your day? Straight to the business Ichigo ever is, she supposes. Yoruichi has to go into another room, outside of Soi Fon’s sight, to call Kisuke. She’s not one to care about that kind of thing, but something in her gut told her to call Kisuke somewhere else .

And for good reason. One phone call turns into two and two turns into three. They’re all missed, and only centuries' worth of trust in her friend’s strength and craftiness prevents her from panic-calling Ichigo right then and there.

He’s not picking up, she texted back, and she resists the urge to go back to the Living World to check on the shopkeeper. She calls the shop phone as well, but not even Ururu or Jinta picks up.

She doesn’t get a response back for fifteen minutes, which was strange considering how punctual Ichigo usually is, but the next message only leaves her hair standing on edge.

omw .

___

Ichigo’s reiatsu, more hollow-tinged than it has been in months, immediately blankets everyone the moment he arrives. Through a Garganta, most likely, and ominously near the First Division as well. His reiatsu lays thick on everyone it touches, and there’s a lingering taste of something that stays on its trails. No other reiatsu is accompanying him though, which doesn’t bode well for Yoruichi.

Before she can even comment on Ichigo’s arrival (because only a fool can miss that ), the alarm lights flare to life and fill the 2nd Division halls with an ominous, flashing crimson. Everything is silent, but she can sense the immediate mobilization of Onmitsukido members from every direction, converging onto one pinpoint of Soul Society.

They’re all headed towards the First Division as well, though some are headed towards the direction of Muken, of all places.

Yoruichi stands up, to see what’s going on, but Soi Fon catches her wrist. She turns to look at her protege to ask what she’s doing, but the question dies on Yoruichi’s tongue.

There’s a guilty pleading look in her eyes, and now Yoruichi knows she’s missing something very, very important.

___

Soi Fon, after some insistent prodding, finally spills the truth to her. Soi Fon, through rising hysteria, tells her about the new decree that Central 46 had been preparing for in the past months, and how it now just went into effect. About who it affected, and what the Onmitukido has been tasked to do to deal with said people. Soi Fon might have also been asking for Yoruichi’s forgiveness, that she had no other choice Lady Yoruichi, you must understand- but it doesn’t matter.

Not when Soi Fon’s confession is more than enough to make Yoruichi bolt out of the 2nd Division with a speed that even she , as the Goddess of Lightning, hadn’t been able to achieve until then.

She would be celebrating the time it took for her to get to the 2nd Division to Muken, but she couldn’t think of anything else but the safety of her best friend. And it doesn’t make her feel any better when she feels Ichigo’s reiatsu flicker with anger.

Please, she silently begs as she makes her way into the dark depths of Muken, hang on a little longer, Kisuke.

___

‘After thorough reviewing and investigation, Central 46 has come to the conclusion that the Substitute Shinigami, Kurosaki Ichigo, has proven too dangerous and unpredictable to control. He and his allies in the World of the Living have continually breached the delicate boundaries of the three realms, and thus shall be dealt with to restore balance and order.’

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‘An amnestic agent shall be given to all residents of Karakura Town regardless of their association with the Substitute Shinigami.’

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‘Travel to and from the World of the Living will now be tightly monitored and restricted on a case-by-case basis.’

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‘All personnel under the purview of the Gotei 13, and by extension Central 46, shall make no mention of the Substitute Shinigami or his allies.’

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‘The Substitute Shinigami’s human allies, Yasutora Sado and Inoue Orihime, shall be executed and led back to the 65th District and 78th District respectively to live on as souls.’

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‘The Substitute Shinigami’s Quincy ally, Ishida Uryu, and his father, Ishida Ryuuken, shall be permanently detained at the 12th Division’s discretion.’

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‘The Substitute Shinigami’s father, Shiba Isshin, shall be executed and exempt from entering the Reincarnation Cycle.’

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‘The Substitute Shinigami’s living kin, Kurosaki Karin and Kurosaki Yuzu, shall be executed and led back to the 28th District to live on as souls.’

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‘The Substitute Shinigami’s benefactor, Urahara Kisuke, shall be sentenced to 18,800 years in Muken with no chance of parole.’

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‘And the Shinigami Substitute, Kurosaki Ichigo, shall be executed and exempt from entering the Reincarnation Cycle.’

___

Yoruichi’s been to Muken often enough to know that never in a million years will she ever enjoy coming down here. She didn’t enjoy it when she was overseeing it, and she doesn’t enjoy it now as she rushes through the dank cavern.

Really, it’s one of Soul Society's biggest and most shameful sins, one not often discussed nor mentioned, and for good reason. Every one of their mistakes within the past thousand or so years has been sent here indiscriminately, and though some deserve it (she resolutely ignores Aizen’s cell), others even she can admit were hastily sentenced, and cruelly so.

Most of the guards were easy to take out, but some let her slip by on account that they knew it was a losing battle against the ex-Commander-in-Chief of the Onmitsukido. And though she hates to take down her own soldiers, she knows better than to rely on their previous loyalties to her, and right now, she has to harden her heart as she slices through each and every traitor .

After all, if they really were loyal to her, they would have never listened to that stupid decree.

She manages to find Benihime, which only confirms her fear that Kisuke really is that deep down in Muken.

“Kisuke!” She calls out into the darkness; she resents the way her voice echoes back.

The walls here were all lined with Sekkiseki, a material that can block all Reiryoku from getting in or out, so trying to find Kisuke within Muken through reiatsu is a fool’s mission. Her only hope would be if Kisuke was conscious enough to answer back among all the other loud prisoners here, and only a moment’s notice later she got her answer in a pained, but familiar groan far off in the distance.

Quickly shunpoing to the cell he was in, Yoruichi’s both unsurprised at his state and in stark anger at what’s been done to him. Despite the fact that it’s been no more than a few days since she’s seen him, he looks somehow worse than he did when they fought Askin.

He’s on the floor, chained and restrained like a dog, and it takes some effort on her part to get him out of it. He’s weak, incredibly so, and even at this proximity, she can barely feel Kisuke at all. If it weren’t for the fact he was in front of her, she’d barely realize he was even there.

She doesn’t want to know what they did to him, if only because she knows they don’t have time to hash out the details. Without a second thought, she hauls him up and makes sure to heal him via Kaido at the same time.

“Kisuke, dammit, get up…!”

She has to drag him by the shoulder and out of his cell. He’s less than coherent, but she supposes the fact that he’s even awake is a win. Shoving Benihime in his hands, he blearily clings onto both her and his Zanpakuto with renewed clarity.

“Yoruichi…? Wh’r’s Ich’go…?” He wheezes out.

“He’s here,” she replies, “But he’s angry. Central 46 ordered everyone in the living world to be executed or imprisoned, and I think he knows.”

And they might have succeeded, she thinks, and Kisuke's face twists into something terrible. He weakly coughs and blood splatters on the floor on their way out. She’s moving them at an astounding pace, but not fast enough for her own tastes.

The longer they’re in the grasp of the Gotei, the worse off they’ll be.

“G’t out…”

“What?”

“You have to…” Kisuke pants, and he’s trying his best to not put too much dead weight on her, “Y’gotta get out… Of Soul Society… Ichigo… If the g’rls are dead… He…”

Yoruichi snaps her head to look at Kisuke, and he painfully meets her gaze with his bloodied face. Kisuke’s implications aren’t lost on her, and the realization strikes her lightning-quick; suddenly she’s taken back to what she overheard Ichigo say a while ago.

Short of wanting my sisters dead…

The list of things I wouldn’t do for you is short .

“Son of a bitch,” she quietly hisses.

Still reeling from Soi Fon’s betrayal, she doesn’t know if there’s anyone in her own clan she can trust right now aside from Yuushirou, and she’s confident enough she can trust his judgment on who to take with him. As quick as her feet are moving, she sends a Hell Butterfly to him and Tessai, a missive to basically get the fuck out of town and head to Kuukaku’s , because she once again has committed treason for her best friend, and she’s not sure if even her clan can survive this one.

“Leave me,” Kisuke shutters, “I h’ve to get to Ichigo, before… Before they k’ll ‘im.”

Yoruichi resists the urge to smack him on the head if only because it might just kill him in this state.

“You really think you can help him like this? C’mon, we’re getting outta here if Ichigo’s gonna do what I think he’s gonna do.”

Of course, the few people that Ichigo loves and holds dear above all else, Central 46 went ahead and targeted all three of them.

She supposes it was just their luck that Ichigo’s brand of love might be more akin to that of Kisuke’s than they all realized.

Fuck, an intrusive thought pops into her mind, they really do fit each other.

___

“Did you know?”

Shinji hisses, and it’s only because he knows Lisa still holds some modicum of respect for her old Captain that the Vizard didn’t immediately shred Shunsui. Ukitake, who’s standing off to the side of his partner in crime, can only shake his head.

Just looking at these two bastards makes Shinji’s blood boil, knowing damn well how close they are to that old bastard Yamamoto.

“No,” the 13th’s spineless Captain denies, “I don’t think anyone knew aside from Yamamoto and the 2nd.”

“Figures,” Shinji spits, “That tiny bitch would go through with the dumbest order 46 could’ve ever given.”

“Shinji,” Shunsui admonishes, but the blonde doesn’t let him continue. Not when Shinji’s spitting furious and all he can see is red. How can he, when he was just effectively told that his own student and friend was to be senselessly executed like he was over a century ago?

“Fuckin’ shut it!” Shinji growls, pointing a finger at the two older Captains, “I thought you old bastards would have learned not to do this shit again, but here you are, making an enemy of someone that we all owe our lives to!”

The other Vizards are standing behind him, and it’s clear whose side they were on; it’s always been clear since the moment they stepped onto the battlefield during the Winter War to fight Aizen.

“Have you no shame?!”

His eyes spin over to the other Captains and Lieutenants present, and none of them meet his eyes. Most of them gathered near the gates of the First, though with how many insane barriers there are, it was clear they weren’t gonna be able to enter to demand an explanation for the very questionable decree Central 46 has just announced.

“You’re all really just gonna stand here an’ do nothin’ about it?! After all Ichigo’s done for us?!”

“We can’t go against the Captain Commander,” Hitsugaya defends, but his voice is as weak as his resolve is. Matsumoto doesn’t bother backing up her Captain’s words, as even she’s looking worryingly at the gates of the First.

“So you’d just let Ichigo’s friends and family get killed for no reason?!”

Shinji, having decided that enough was enough, turns around and stalks out from the pathetic display of centuries worth of complacency gathered in one circle. Hot on his heels are all of the other Vizards, and he gives the other Captains one last resentful glare.

“Fucking cowards,” he hisses, “All of you.”

___

On their way out of Muken, somehow, somehow , they’ve managed to run into both Kuchiki’s and Abarai. The only reason why she even stops is because it’s Byakuya that flags her down and without his Zanpakuto no less. Not that he’s any less of a threat without Senbonzakura, but she knows him and his pride, both as a Clan Leader and as a Shinigami.

And she knows whose side he’s on, despite what many would think.

So Yoruichi stops, if only for a brief moment, and the first words he greets her with is: “We didn’t know.”

“I figured,” she responded curtly. Soi Fon had all but implied only Central, the Onmitsukido, and the Captain Commander had known. After all, all orders from Central still had to be signed off by the big boss himself, and wasn’t that damning?

“Ichigo, he stormed in the First, and they’re not letting in anyone else. There were barriers everywhere , and none of us could get in,” Rukia rushes out.

Abarai looks nervously in the direction of the First, and his mouth is set in a grim line.

“His reiatsu… It’s- the only time I’ve ever felt him this angry was when his sister got taken to Hell.”

Yoruichi- and Kisuke- raise an eyebrow at that. Hell?

“Kurosaki’s family,” Byakuya interrupts, “The main Senkaimon has been shut down per Central 46’s order, but the Kuchiki family has our own private one to use. I’ve sent my own men to check on them and his friends as well. I can send you both back as well if needed.”

Yoruichi shakes her head, and Kisuke makes no move to disagree with her notion.

“No, it’s likely too dangerous. If the others are alive, hide them.” Fat chance, she bitterly thinks.

“There’s a safe house we’re headed to now, but...”

She bites her lips, unsure if she should even give them a warning, but Kisuke beats her to the punch.

“Go,” he warns, “Get your clan and squad out, now.”

Rukia opens her mouth to ask why, as the naive part of her wants to believe that Ichigo wouldn’t do anything in retaliation that would warrant that kind of reaction. But Byakuya, ever the sensible one between them, knows better than to continue dilly-dallying around. He promptly grabs Rukia’s arm and hauls her off in one graceful shunpo.

___

“Brother, don’t you think evacuating our entire Clan and your squad is a bit-!”

“Rukia.”

Byakuya cuts her off with a knowing frown, and her jaw clicks shut.

“Whatever notion you have of Kurosaki’s ability to be sensible now, destroy it.”

“Captain!” Renji’s eyebrows raise in surprise at how callous his Captain’s words were, but even as they shunpo back to the 6th, Byakuya doesn’t stop.

“Kurosaki Ichigo has just been threatened by Soul Society to an unprecedented degree, and if they held true to their threats to his friends and kin, I’ve no doubt they’ve effectively turned him into our greatest enemy.”

There’s a faraway look in Byakuya’s eyes, and the grim resignation nearly startles both his sister and Lieutenant. Renji can’t help but think back to when he was sitting in the medbay with Byakuya freshly recovering from his fight with Ichigo, back when Rukia was being unjustly sentenced to death by the very same organization.

“Rukia. Renji. What do you think is the most dangerous threat Soul Society can ever face?”

They both remain silent at that, slowly beginning to realize the tides turning away from Soul Society’s favor.

“The most dangerous threat to Soul Society,” he murmurs, quiet as the wind, “Is a God who has nothing left to lose.”

___

When she finally made it to Kuukaku with Kisuke nearly dead on his feet, Yoruichi was met with her Clan and a considerable number of the Onmitsukido crowd around the building. She was some part relieved to see so many still loyal to the Shihouin, and some part bitter that even that wasn’t enough to prevent the shit-storm that was about to go down.

The Shiba Head stands strong at the gates, and the normally sleazy and relaxed grin on her face is nowhere to be seen.

“Yuushirou wants to send some of his men to check on the Living World,” Kuukaku announces once Yoruichi’s within hearing distance. The Princess sets down Kisuke, who’s escorted away by Tessai to get treatment.

“Through your Senkaimon?”

Every major noble clan had one, really, and it hadn’t mattered if the Shiba’s were no longer a part of the Great Noble Clans. Kuukaku nods, and Yoruichi readily agrees. Byakuya already has his men on it, but it wouldn’t hurt to have extra as backup. She sets off another Hell Butterfly to notify the prideful Clan Head before she receives one of her own.

It’s from Shinji, and the Hell Butterfly is a specially modified one by Kisuke to be used by those he trusted. At the subtle confirmation that yes, of course, Shinji and the Vizards would never stand for this , never before has relief tasted so good, even if it was for a brief moment.

“Yo, catwoman, you better not be dead. And tell me you’ve got Kisuke with ya, ‘cuz Ichigo’s pretty angry right now.”

___

“We’re at Kuukaku’s,” Yoruichi’s voice filters through the Hell Butterfly, and the reply is instantaneous, “Far away from Gotei and hidden.”

She rattles off general instructions to get there, and Shinji nods despite the fact that she can’t see it. Grinding his teeth, Shinji and the others all immediately head off in the direction of the Shiba’s hidden compound.

Really, he has no reason to be so unnerved right now, considering how much of a tizzy every Shinigami is in right now because of the breaking news, but the dark and heavy thing looming over them is making even Sakanade stand to attention.

With a hurried prayer, he sends another Hell Butterfly to Ichigo in hopes that it would even get past the barrier. Or at least, when Ichigo does come out of there (and he refuses to say if ), the Substitute Shinigami will know where he can find the rest of them.

Shuddering as they head further and further away from the Gotei, Ichigo’s reiatsu is really putting them all on edge, and with each passing second, it grows stronger and angrier .

Goddammit old man, he thinks, just had to sign off your own death sentence huh?

___

It takes them less than half an hour for the Vizards to find Kuukaku’s compound, and they’re all out of breath. They relay to everyone there all that they know. Kisuke has long since passed out from his injuries, even as Tessai is continually applying Kaido to his wounds. Hachi has joined him in his efforts.

___

“Do you think,” Kuukaku murmurs, once the Vizards had settled in, “That Ichigo knows?”

No one can respond to her question.

___

They get their answer moments later. An immense wave of power and grief crashes over Soul Society, and it’s more than enough to wake Kisuke up in a frenzied panic.

Though the air only continues to grow thick and heavy, right before even Yoruichi is on the verge of passing out, all of the spiritual pressure boils away into nothing. Left in its wake is only an eerie silence.

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Ichigo arrives at their doorstep hours later with no other communication with half of his torso and arms singed to hell. Though he’s thoroughly injured, he only scans the area once before asking for Kisuke, and Yoruichi doesn’t hesitate to lead the way. Kisuke is wide awake now, though wrapped up in heavy bandages, and when he zeroes in on the Substitute Shinigami, Kisuke’s expression finally gives way to something other than desolation.

“Ichigo,” Kisuke breathes, voice cracking with relief at the sight of his lover. He scrambles off the bed to reach the younger man, who only drops his swords to meet Kisuke halfway.

It would be heartwarming, but the implications of Ichigo’s arrival loom ominously over them like a ticking time bomb.

___

Ichigo just wanted to make sure Kisuke hadn’t blown up the shop, but what he finds instead is an ambush waiting for him at the Shoten. He takes out the masked assassins as easy as swatting flies and finds Ururu and Jinta hiding away in a nook that he didn’t even know existed. They don’t know what happened, so he quickly sends them through a Garganta to his father’s clinic knowing that Isshin would still protect them despite his less-than-savory relationship with Ichigo.

And promptly after that, he jumps through his own Garganta to Soul Society, and despite all the implications of what he found at the Shoten, he still crossed the realms in the hopes of finding Kisuke safe and sound.

What he gets instead is a slap in the face in the form of Yamamoto standing in front of him with his sword drawn, and barriers holding them both in the walls of the First Division.

___

She’s hovering on the walls as Ichigo and Kisuke reunited, and in her peripherals she sees another Hell Butterfly come in. It has a distinct shine to it, and she recognizes the Kuchiki emblem instantly.

She briefly leaves the room to listen to the message, hoping that Byakuya only had good news about Ichigo’s friends and family over in the World of the Living.

___

She should have known better.

___

“What did you do to Kisuke?” Ichigo demands, and he can’t ignore the signs any longer- not when his journey to the First was eerily absent of any Shinigami within sight and with neither Rukia nor Renji to greet him there.

And how could he even begin to ignore the immediate hostility he was met with by the otherwise collected Captain Commander?

“Urahara Kisuke,” Yamamoto answers, voice booming in the deserted Captain’s meeting room, “Has been sentenced to 18,800 years in Muken by Central 46.”

Ichigo’s blood ran cold, and for a second he almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. But he’s pulled back to reality when the silence draws on, and Yamamoto has made no moves to sheathe his sword.

Why, he asks, why do this?

What reason could they possibly have to take Kisuke away from him?

“Central 46 has deemed you a threat, boy.”

Yamamoto raises his sword and releases Ryujin Jakka in all its blazing glory. Ichigo has no choice but to call out for Zangetsu as well, and the swelling anger only rises with every word that comes out of the older man’s mouth.

“And they’ve ordered your immediate execution.”

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When Yoruichi comes back, with Byakuya’s voice still ringing in her head, she can only watch the couple in front of her. Ichigo is sitting on the bed with Kisuke as they both hold each other, and the blonde only has his head curled into the other man’s chest.

Ichigo only stares blankly at the wall across from him and doesn't bother acknowledging Yoruichi as she slinks back into the room.

“Ichigo, I didn’t know about the order- I didn’t react fast enough when they came-!” The words leave Kisuke’s mouth at a maddening pace, and his body fully shudders as Ichigo only tightens his hold.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Ichigo reassures the blond, breathing deeply into Kisuke’s hair, and that familiar near-manic glaze sends chills down Yoruichi’s spine. His fingers obsessively swirl mindless circles into Kisuke’s scalp, and she can’t help but fixate on this eerie feeling of déjà vu .

“I told you, didn’t I?”

Ichigo tenderly kisses Kisuke’s forehead, and not once does he blink.

___

“Kurosaki Ichigo has been made aware of Central 46’s decree,” Byakuya’s voice solemnly declares , “And he’s just killed the Captain Commander and all of Central 46. He has effectively declared war on Soul Society.”

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“The list of things I wouldn’t do for you is very short."

#my writing #uraichi #Urahara Kisuke #Kurosaki Ichigo #Bleach #do not repost

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c-worldproductions · 7 months

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The Shopkeeper meets a YouTuber at the Masquerade Ball.

👑 Ranboo: Zac

❇️ Kisuke: me

📷 Photographer: 1morer4l (IG)

🗓️ Event: @otafest 2023

🎀 Bow Tie: polarprincecosplays (IG)

#C-World Productions #cosplay #casual cosplay #formal cosplay #Otafest #Otafest 2023 #Bleach #Kisuke #Urahara Kisuke #Kisuke Urahara #YouTuber #Ranboo #Ranboo cosplay

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j-u-u-z-o · 11 months

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“Sorry, We’re Opening Later!” (Kisuke x F.Reader)

Synopsis: It was supposed to be a regular normal store opening but due to certain staff circumstances, they’re opening later. Sorry! AN: Hi everybody! Surprise, it’s me! It’s been a while since I’ve written a fic. About three weeks ago, I had a fever for a week and felt like crap. Which ultimately led me to having a writers block for another two to three weeks. 🙃

*please wear a -more-durable jacket when it’s pouring rain outside! :/

I’ve been trying to get back into what I love doing - writing! So here’s a fic that I wrote I while I was at work (which is when my writers block ended) two days go. I thought of this before I got ready for work but i think it was for weeks (cuz the title was what I only drafted lol). So this story might be long but hey… I tried to get it to be more “interesting” and funny! Anyway~~it’s done and I hope you guys enjoy it ❤️🥹 Also I think about this tricky man a lot - show him love!!!

Please like/reblog or comment! It would be greatly appreciated!

Warning: teasing, foreplay, dry humor humping, mirror kink, slip n slide, eventual smut, penetration, Grammar

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it’s a bright and quiet morning in the Urahara Shōuten. The kids, jinta and ururu, were dropped off to school by Tessai. After he sent them to school, he them to school, he texted you to let you know that he’ll be coming back to the shop a bit later to do groceries and then window shop in the local markets. You woke up early to help kisuke with the store opening operations but the said man was still sleeping next to you, in bed. What is he tired of? You thought. But you decide to take on the task while he is asleep.

You walk out of the bedroom after doing your morning routine and headed to the register. The shop consisted of candy, sundries and products from soul society; The morning operations consisted of counting the money in the register, updating it, replenishing the candy and other items and lastly, cleaning up the store. theres natural sunlight in the store so you didn’t have to turn on the lights, even when the front door is open, but the store doesn’t open in the next few hours.

As you’re standing by the register, in the naturally lit room, counting the money, you randomly take note on how old the register is. Probably over 50 years old you think. The shop owner wouldn’t buy the most up-to-date technology but he’d build anything by hand that would be useful for the business. He’s a cheapskate but that’s what you love about the shop keeper, who is also your boyfriend, nevertheless.

While you’re counting the “dull” money in the register, you also thought about how does the store even make money until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a stubbled chin rub against your neck. It was none other than Kisuke. The owner of the “Urahara Shōuten”.

“Good morning, Mr. Scientist.” You smiled and while still counting the funds. The owner smirked at your remark. “Is that how you speak to a manager, miss?”

“Hmm. Probably. Because I’m the one doing your work while you were sleeping.” His arms tighten a little around your waist. “Plus, it’s inappropriate flirt in a workplace, kisuke.” You added. He hummed in agreement and leaned forward to feel your form. You can feel his chest against your back. He’s so warm that it feels like a hug from your favorite blanket.

“Maaa…there’s nobody here in the store, y/n-chan” he said. “Also, the store doesn’t open in two hours.” He remarked as his hand caresses your stomach, slowly. “Plus…” he smirks “are you supposed to be in only your tank top and panties at work?” He teased. You can feel his lips turn into a smile on your neck.

“We have work to do, Mr. Shopkeeper.” You emphasized but there’s no tinge behind it. Besides, his slow caress on your stomach gives you butterflies that it made you slowly back your covered behind on his covered member. “Hmm?” Kisuke raised his eyebrows and looked down at your boldness. Your covered behind rubbing his member all around in circles that you feel how hard he slowly gets every second. Meanwhile, kisuke is still admiring the view from behind - his -already hardened- covered member getting all the attention this early in the morning.

You noticed how quiet he is and looked back at him. His lower half leaning towards your ass, his mouth is lopsided; you can’t see his eyes because of his long blonde bangs under his straw hat. Kisuke began to slowly roll his hips up to your covered behind to not lose your warmth which is hugging his member in between your ass - it almost feels like a thick stick now, you think.

A few minutes passed and kisuke makes an open mouth groan while you ripped the receipt off from the register after updating it, and placed it inside the drawer to keep for store records. The shop keeper is still keeping himself busy even though there’s still more work to be done before the store opens.

Just as he was about to move his hands down to your hips to keep you at the counter, you broke the “small connection” by turning to the stock room to pick up two boxes of candy and headed to the front of the store. “Kisuke, you need to do your work.”

The man whines at the “lost” intimate moment and reminder. you should’ve looked back to see what he looked like. A sad puppy? maybe.

“that’s not fair y/n-chan.” He whined. “We aren’t open yet and it’s just the two of us.” He reminded you again while watching you from the counter - hiding his hard-on in his green pants. “Well…at least, I know I’m the hardworking one.” You said while unpacking the candy. He gasped in contempt. “Hmm…you got me, y/n-chan~~.” He walked to the other side of the store and started organizing the sundries.

A few minutes passed, you sighed after finishing up stocking the bottom shelves and then got up to raise yourself. Of course, the old-perverted shopkeeper was watching you get up from your knees. You turned to grab the broom but you got intercepted when said man grabbed your wrist from behind and pulled you to his chest. He turned your head and his lips met yours. The sounds of his and your lips smacking against each other in the middle of the store makes you feel hot. He suddenly dips his tongue into your mouth and you suck it, gently. “Mmm…” you moaned.

“I think you should finish what you started, y/n-chan.” he cooed close to your ear. “Maybe I can help you with that.” He said deeply. Your eyes widened when he walked you to his bedroom and gently pushed you down to the edge of the bed. You were automatically on all fours and felt the bed dip when kisuke got on it.

“You owe me for doing your job, kisuke.” You said as his hips met your covered ass while he untied his green kimono. “That’s what I’m going to do, honey~.” You looked back in response to his sudden endearment and slowly looked up at his toned upper body, especially his deep pelvis. “It rude to look at me like that, y/n.” He teased and gently grips your hips and slowly grinds his hips up to your ass. You’re still looking back at him - this time in disbelief. You were about to protest…At his audacity, but you are the one who started this. So you turned your head and looked down at the sheets.

Kisuke chuckled at how silent you are. “cat catched your tongue, y/n~?” You feel his finger tips tighten on your hips so you can’t move away. He’s a tease, yes. But also childish at times. “I can change my mind, kisuke.” You taunted.

“Maaa…you know that I’m just being silly~.” He laughs as he puts his hand on your back and gently pushes you down against the bed. Your covered ass is in the air and your nipples feel the cool sheets under your tank top. “You know I love you.” He admits while taking off his green kimono top and gets back to rolling his hips on your covered ass.

Moments pass and the room is quiet, except his groans, the sounds of the sheets moving under his feet. You can feel his covered member rub against your covered slit. You moan softly at the sensation. Especially when he starts to buck his hips against you. Your covered nipples are rubbing against the sheet due to his change of pace - from rolling to bucking.

“this has to go.” He points out as he easily pulls down your panties. He hummed in satisfaction when he sees the wet lines of your arousal stretch when he pulled it down. “Yare yare…y/n, I have a lot of work to do, then.” He teased. Kisuke leaned one hand beside your head and leaned over to kiss you. You snapped your head up from the sheets to deepen the kiss when you felt his fingertips rubbing your pussy, slowly and gently.

Your clit throbs each time he circles it and goes back to rubbing it entirely; you lose the rhythm of the heated kiss whenever he flicks it. Kisuke chuckled and dips his tongue to meet yours. You’re both circling each other’s appendages. especially the tip of your tongues which sparks your arousal in you.

You manage to lay on your elbow while the other arm tries to wrap around his neck. You rolled your hips backwards to get more friction on his finger until he dips it inside your pussy. “Oh…” you breathed in his mouth at the sudden intrusion and moaned in the kiss when he curled it. “You like that,baby?” He whispered while thrusting his finger in your wet pussy. “Mmm…” you whimpered. He breaks the kiss “Good”. His leans back while he pulls down the front of your tank top. Your tits spill out and your nipples rubs against the soft sheets.

He pulls out his finger and you whine at the lost connection. He rubs your arousal against his finger and thumb. He licks the fluid around the fingertips and hummed deeply. You throb at the praise. Kisuke then sits on his knees while he untied his green pants and pulled out his slightly curved cock. He strokes it while looking at your wet pussy. “Y/n…” he said. “Where’s that…little mirror you have?”

You lift your head up and looked back at the man curiously and then at the wooden dresser. Kisuke follows where your eyes are looking at and gets up and grabs the medium circle-shaped item from the top of the dresser. “What are you going to do with it?”

“I want to give you a show!” He said proudly that you almost rolled your eyes but your curiosity gets the best of you. “First row for my lovely lady~” he smiles. He gets back on the bed and slides the mirror between your legs. You look down and you can see the reflection of your pussy. “I see. This better be a good one.” You mumbled. Kisuke leans down in the reflection to give a cheeky grin and puts up a “peace sign” next to it that you giggled.

“Yes, yes, only for you~” he strokes his cock once more and you see it in the reflection and spreads your legs a bit more. Your eyes widen when kisuke shifts closer to you. You feel his big hands on your waist to get into a good position. “Don’t look away y/n-chan” he commands. Suddenly, you felt his cock slide in between your wet pussy lips and the tip rubs against your clit.

You gasped at the feeling and titled your head when he slides it slowly. “Ah…” you breathed. Kisuke slowly rolled his hips to feel your warm lips hug his cock. His girth is coated in your arousal -just wet. You moan when it rubs your pussy entirely. Thank to the curve of his girth. Kisuke breathes shakily due to the warm and wet feeling surrounding his cock between your lips. “Feels good?” He looks at the back of your head tilting side to side - knowing that he’s getting you all lost in thought.

Your clit throbs at the wet sounds from your pussy due to kisuke’s slow strokes. “Go…faster..” you murmur. He submits and spreads your legs wider and grips your outer thighs and bucks into your pussy lips. The skin slapping sounds makes him hot that he bucks faster so that he closes that small gap between his pelvis and your ass. “Ah…shit.” He hissed and smacks your ass.

You manage to keep looking down at the reflection - his cock thrusting quickly between your lips and your thighs jiggling. The sound of kisuke open- mouth groans behind you and your breasts bouncing uncontrollably makes you feel all the fluttering sensations in your lower stomach. “K…ki…kisuke!” You breath skips when he moves faster. He hisses and grips your hips tightly - pulling you to his girth . The friction from the curve of his cock makes your hips gyrate until you cummed in seconds.

Your body freezes and your face is planted on the bed sheets. You moan heavily when kisuke slowly flicks the tip on your wet throbbing pussy - you can even hear its wet sounds and his groans. Kisuke stops and takes the mirror from under you and tossed somewhere in the room.

"Yaaa~" he said breathlessly. "I'm a good boyfriend don't you think, y/n-chan~" he leans over your form and kisses your temple. You turn and lay down on your side in response. Kisuke chuckles and does the same - grinning. You looked at the man across from you.

"You didn't cum...yet."

“Eh? Me? You're too kind, y/n. I owed you." He reminds you. You rose up and slid a hand down from his chest to his cock and stroked it. He moans and caresses you breast.

"We have a few more minutes left for the store to open" you said as you straddle the shopkeeper and lowered yourself - chest to chest. You reach down to position his cock to your entrance. You're still wet, so it's easy to slide it right in.

You look down at the man and see his mouth shape an "o". He spreads his legs open to get in deeper. You place a hand on his chest and begin grinding on his girth, slowly. Just how he likes it as your lips meets his, passionately. Moments passed and kisuke pushes his feet in and rolls his hips in circles - in sync with your pace. "Mmm." You moan heavily in the kiss when he grinds into your pussy - his tip hitting the right spot. Eventually, you lifted your self. Both hands on each side of his head and you rolled your hips while looking down at him.

Heavy breathes, moans, the sounds from the bed sheets of your guy's movements fills the bedroom. Kisuke is enjoying the view - your breasts, In fact. He moves his hands up to caress them while looking down at his cock entering your pussy. "Y/n....chan." he said breathlessly. Kisuke then wraps an arm around your waist and the other hand on your upper back and pulls you down. His lips meets yours again while he bucks up into your pussy. The light sounds of skin slapping begins - his thrusts gets harder when your warm walls clenches his girth that his toes curl.

"Ah..kisuke" you moaned in the kiss when he brought a finger down to slowly rub your rear in circles. your clit throbs at the touch as well as the feathery feeling of his pelvis rubbing against your clit, simultaneously. He feels it all of that inside of you. As a result, he moves his hands up under your arms and grips your shoulder, lifts his hips up from the bed and thrusts deeply into your sobbing pussy - making sure every inch of his cock gets gripped by your walls and the warmth hugging it each time it enters your pussy.

Your skin slapping against his and your moans are music to his ears. He knows exactly what your body likes and how not to rush through sex. Just slow and steady.

He groans deeply as he starts to thrust fast in the deep valley of your pussy, the white rings are showing on the end of his cock. His grip on your shoulders moves down to your waist to anchor you by his controlled thrusts. "Ungh!" He moans shakily.

You moan at his deep unrelenting strokes. "Ohhh!" Your breasts are bouncing around while kisuke hisses when your walls start to pulsate uncontrollably. Oh..that's it y/n...so tight." You whimper at the praise and you start to squirt on him and he keeps going.

The sounds of your fluids are obvious each time his thighs slaps against yours. "Right there...good girl...agh." he mumbles.

“Agh!” He quickly pulls out his cock and cum up shoots on your lips. You kiss the breathless man passionately as you rub your clit against his length. You both moan in the kiss.

Post orgasm hits the both of you and you lay on him. “We open in 5 minutes, y/n.”

You ignore him and his your face under his chin. “Hardwork pays off in the end.” He chuckles and eventually falls asleep.

Epilogue:

“Hmm?” Tessai walks up to the storefront and sees that the shop isn’t open. “What going on? It’s 10am.” He opens the sliding door and puts down the groceries at the genkan, concerned. “Kisuke-dono?”

“Oh. Tessai-san!” Kisuke waves his fan at the man. “I’m glad you made it back.” He smiles behind the counter.

“Why isn’t the store open?”

“Ah! About that, I didn’t get to finish the store operation in time so we’re opening later today.” He answered.

“How come? Did something happen while I was gone?” Tessai frowns. “Maaa…no need to get all worked up, Tessai-san.” Kisuke grins behind his fan. “We sorted it out, safely.” He expresses. Tessai is still frowing. “We? Y/n”? He refers.

“Correct!” Kisuke opens his fan cheerfully. “Let’s finish the rest of the tasks before we open.” He picks up the groceries and walks to the kitchen.

“Yes, urahara-dono!” Tessai begins sweeping around the store.

Note: that is the only task left.

End.

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