Kisuke Urahara x Reader (BLEACH)

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You wake up and almost feel your heart leap out of your chest as you see a message written on your wall in blood.

“Please meet at Urahara shop immediately” you read aloud. It clicks and you scream as loud as you can. Kisuke can be such an ass sometimes. “P.S if you looked at this message and thought that it was the message of a person before death, you have no sense of humor”

You huff and throw yourself back into bed kicking your legs. “He couldve just woke me up and said this before he left fucking weirdo”

———-

“Y/n .. glad to see you came in today” he says sarcastically.

“Fuck off Urahara, I’m tired” you say flipping him off.

“Yeah I bet you are” he smirks. You look at him read to say something smart back but the sound of little feet against the floorboard and Ururu and Jinta crashing into your back gripping on to you.

“Y/n! ” they cried. “We missed you!”

“That jerk said you weren’t coming back” Jinta shouted pointing a Kisuke who just held a hand over his heart.

“I mean she was beat up pretty bad ..” he says hiding his face with his fan.

“Go to hell Kisuke"  you squint your eyes at him.

"Tessai! There you are” he says walking past you ignoring your glare.  “I need you and the kids to stay up here and handle the customers. I have to take y/n and show you the new inventory”. Tessai responded with a humm and grabbed the kids off you. You watched as they fought and gave them a sound pout letting them know you’ll be back and they had to behave for Tessai. Kisuke rolled his eyes at the way the kids only listened to you.

“Hurry up and go, damn” yoruichi said hopping on the counter in her cat form. “You talk to damn much” . Kisuke winked at her and grabbed your wrist dragging you to the back of the store.

“Kisuke im not lifting boxes with you”

“Who said anything about lifting boxes?” He asked waving a small red heart shaped bottle in your face.

“What the hell is that?”

“Our newest product of course now lay down”

“Kisuke no, what if my skin breaks out” you whine

“It’s not now undress and lay down, I didn’t make it pretty in here for nothing” he says pulling your shirt over your head. You huff and take your leggings and panties off. and he pushed you down on the futon he prepared for you. You moan at the feeling of the heating pad hitting your stomach making you body vibrate with warmth. I guess I could give in, he is the reason why I’m sore anyway sick fucker.

He covers you with a warm sheet and you close your eyes embracing it. You feel him straddle your thighs and hear the top of the oil pop open. “Actually” he clears his throat “you should take these off too I don’t want to get oil on them. There’s kids here I don’t want them to think anything weird happened back here” he said tugging at your leggings

“Hmm okay, you do it” You huff and lift your hips off the futon for him to slide them off. Instantly he hooks his fingers into your panties and slides both your panties and leggings down. Your eyes shoot open and you almost shout until he hushes you and says “don’t worry the door is locked just relax. Tessai and the kids don’t have the key for here”

You relax and lay back down. He settled him some comfortably on your legs and popped the cap to the oil back open. “It’s supposed to be a warming oil so let me know if you feel weird"  he says softly.

His hands were warm compared to the cold skin of your back as he spread the oil across your waist and up both sides of your spine slowly applying pressure every now and again.

"Smells good ” you whisper.

“Yeah this one is strawberry flavored” he says lowly pressing him palm into you back a little to hard making your body tense. “Sorry” he says getting up. “Open your legs, my weight is making it hard for you with all the pressure on your spine” you nod and spread your legs feeling the sheet dip as Kisuke kneels in between them. “Yes, this is much better. I’m sorry for last night by the way, maybe I was too rough” Kisuke said as he poured some more oil on your body and started massaging along your spine again.

“It’s okay I had fun” you mumble humming contentedly, encouraging Kisuke every time he found a particularly painful spot, and sighing when the tension dissipated.

“It’s just, you’re so … and I just can’t help myself”. You hum to let him know you were listening even though the act of him rubbing and massaging your body had to drifting off. He made sure to pay attention to every vertebrate separately, down to the tailbone, flipping the sheet back and pouring some oil on your ass. You thought nothing of it and let him do him.

He started to massage and knead your butt muscles carefully over the hand prints left from last night until every knot started to dissolve under his finger tips. You moan a bit when his hand slipped between your asscheeks to massage one cheek individually and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Leaning his head down he pressed soft kisses to the hand prints on both sides. You eyes shot open when you felt him jiggling your ass by shaking your cheeks. He laughed Everytime it made a clapping sound. You rolled your eyes softly laughing at how childish he could be at times.

Your eyes went wide went you felt your cheeks being spread. You try to get up and turn to look behind you but Kisuke along arms pushed your back down. “Relax, I’m just trying to see something”

“See wha—ah” you moan in between asking when you felt  something cold against your asshole. Kisuke was licking your ass.  He lets your cheeks go and takes his face from between it enough to bite your asscheek making you shout. “Kisuke we cant..”

“Hush, I just want to see how you were going to react. Also…” he paused. “This oil taste good” he says licking his lips. He goes back to massaging your ass moving down to your legs. You relax under his hands again.

When he felt you were relaxed enough he spread your cheeks again but this time he was lower and locked from you cunt to your ass, his eyes where closed as he pushed his face in between your cheeks, tongue moving and gliding across your entrance. You moaned he licked up and down from your ass to you cunt occasionally sucking on your clit. He shoved his tongue into your cunt and slowly entered a finger into your ass working you open until he can add a second and then a third. Your eyes were rolling back from the amount of pleasure you feel from the wiggling of his tongue, the fingers on your clit and the way he was pumping his three fingers in and out of your ass. You were on the verge of cumming, you had to shove your face into the pillow in fear that the kids, Tessai and yoruichi would hear you but that didn’t stop you from lift your hips a little bit and pushing your hips back to fuck his tongue and fingers. Kisuke motor boated your cunt and removed his fingers from your ass, you whined at the lost but jumped at the feeling of something cold enter you.

Kisuke removed his now oily face from in between you cheeks and slapped your ass. “Keep that in until we get home” he smirked smiling at the diamond studded metal butt plug. “Get dressed and meet me in the front” he winks at you walking towards the door. “We have work to do y/n .. this is a store after all”

“Fucking Kisuke” you mutter throwing this pillow across the room after hearing the door slam closed

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“Okay but that still doesn’t explain why your face is so shiny” You hear Jinta say as you walk to the front of the shop.

“I can smell it from here it smells like strawberries!” Ururu says excitedly

Looking to Tessai who’s brows were raised and Yoruichi who was looking anywhere but at Urahara you clear your throat to announce you were in the room.

“Y/n look at his face! He looks a mess” Jinta shouts running to you. You watch as Kisuke touches his face and looks at his hand seeing the oil.

“I- excuse me” he says quickly walking past you.

“Serves you right” you say low enough to for him to hear as he passes you. He smirks and continues walking into the back of the shop clicking the button is his pocket. You jump and Jinta looks at you with concern but you smile at him “I’m okay, just still a little jittery” this fucker.

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Me realixing that I’ve unintentionally stumbled across another light haired , semi-insane, anime man that I will whole heartedly and forever simp for with my entire cewchie.

A Night In - Black Reader x Yuuji Itadori

TW! AU, manipulative reader, kinda toxic reader , yandere reader if you squint, yuuji wants to hang out with his friends but reader is sad ☹️, oral (m) receiving , vaginal sex

New blog 🩷

The Detriment of Our Origin

Sukuna X Black Reader

MDNI (18+) | slight angst, slight religious undertones, implied obsession, sukuna has a big dick, sukuna covers reader’s mouth , idk what this is

New post on my corner blog 🩷

Sharing is Caring

MDNI(18+)| Poly!GojoGeto, Fem!Reader, Black!Reader, Chubby!Reader, Boys Kiss, Fingering, Oral, They're a little mean, dubcon ?, gojo and reader have been drinking, geto is also a little sleepy, idk, What PLot ?,

wrote this on my “new” blog — haven’t actually posted in months tho

Like That | Sleazy Alpha!Kirishima x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon(blackmailing)Cunnilingus, P in V, breeding kink

Summary; Reader’s been keeping a secret from her fellow classmates, except Kirishima’s figured it out. You know what they say, when life gives you lemons

“-gonna be soo cute! Just you, hey! Are you even listening to me?!” Kirishima mentally rolls his eyes before turning to face the omega that was talking his ear off. “Sorry, what was that?” He asked. He had a way of disarming people, big glassy eyes, a cute little pout and the person is putty in his hands.

The omega chirps, flustered by the look he gives her before batting her eyelashes, the sight quite literally making Kirishima want to throw up. She giggles and the noise grates on his ears. “I said that I’m excited for the party after you guys win the game. My outfit’s going to be really cute.” She winks and Kirishima knows what she’s implying.

She thinks that by the end of the night she’ll get in his pants but he knows better. He has only one omega on his mind, one that he knows was made for him specifically.

You thought you’d hidden it well, and if he wasn’t a prime alpha you may have even gotten away with it, but his senses were stronger than the average one and your scent made his mouth water.

He knew why you presented yourself as beta, he honestly couldn’t fault you. Prime omegas were extremely rare, so with you being the only one on campus, it would’ve caused quite a stir.

That was the main reason he was even talking to this girl. He’d seen you around her and he was hoping to get an in to talk to you. “Sounds nice, you bringing any friends?” She goes on to list a bunch of names that he doesn’t care to know, only recognizing his heart skipping a beat at the mention of your name. Jackpot.

— —

This was not your kind of party. It was overly crowded, way too many people to fit inside the enclosed space, but that wasn’t your main focus. You were on a mission.

Your mission: Avoid Eijiro Kirishima.

He made you extremely nervous. His predatory gaze always somehow on you, as if he’s studying you. As if he knows something.

You have a feeling he knows what you really are, his senses as a prime alpha more heightened, so you’d understand if he knew.

But that was just all the more reason to avoid him.

You thought you were doing pretty well, trying your best to enjoy your university’s big win, but then you come to see Kirishima standing in the far corner of the room, nursing a drink with a girl by his side, failing miserably at flirting.

His eyes are everywhere but her, and he’s barely giving her a response. And if that’s not the worst of it, as soon as he catches sight of you in the tight bodycon dress you have on, he’s making a beeline towards you, cutting her off mid sentence. You turn to leave, hoping that the sea of bodies will help him lose track of you. You lose faith however, when you feel his warm, calloused hands grip your arm, turning you to face him.

“Hey, pretty girl. I was hoping to see you here.” He murmurs softly in your ear. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the close proximity. You quirk a brow, “Oh really? And to what do I owe the pleasure?” You answer sarcastically.

Kirishima takes a moment to look you up and down, drinking in the sight of your dress hugging your curves deliciously, the thought of finally getting to peel away the small piece of fabric enough to get him hard. “I was thinking that since we won the championships, maybe you’d want to give me a little reward.” He says, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I mean, wouldn’t it be a real tragedy if all these alphas were to somehow find out you were a prime omega?” He smirks at the shock that etches onto your face.

He wouldn’t.

“You wouldn’t.” You practically hiss. He just gives you a smug grin, hands up in mock surrender before leaning directly into your face, “I’m not saying I would. I’m just saying it’d be a real shame if word got around and no one could protect you if something were to happen.” You frown at what he was implying, but what other choice do you have? If you didn’t, alphas were going to salivate anytime you crossed paths and omegas would feel threatened, especially those mated. And he knew that. “What do you say, omega? Wanna get out of here?” He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the light.

He would.

I-

Okay so I think as an alpha, it’s hard to get Tamaki angry, but once he does, he goes feral.

Like normally, he has exceptional control over his instincts. He’s not as territorial as others, but there is one thing that can send him into a frenzy.

And that was someone threatening his claim.

You almost felt bad for the poor excuse of an alpha that tried his luck with you. But you’d warned him. You’d been polite, informing him you weren’t interested and were already claimed, but he insisted, was certain he could be a better alpha than the one that would dare let you out of his sight.

You figured since he wasn’t taking a hint that your best bet would be to be direct, harsh even, but it seemed bruising his ego only seemed to stoke his flame.

He didn’t seem to notice your scent changing, the smell of frankincense overpowering your usual scent of lilies and patchouli. And he definitely didn’t notice your alpha stalking over to you guys, too focused on trying to get you home with him.

The alpha doesn’t realize what’s happened until he feels the warm gush of blood running from his nose and the harsh pavement under the palm of his hands. He reaches up to assess the damage before letting out a hiss at the searing pain that shoots to his face.

Yep, definitely broken.

He grits his teeth and looks up at the fucker that dared to hit him, but isn’t prepared to come face to face with Pro Hero Suneater.

“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing to my mate?” Tamaki grits out, eyes lit with hatred for the alpha in front of him. Normally, he’s a talker. He hates when situations escalate to violence, but this guy knew what he was doing, your claiming mark clear as day.

“Hey man, I-I didn’t know-” He tries to stammer but Tamaki is quick to shut that down. “But you did, I heard her say it. Multiple times.” He blankly stares at the guy before hauling him up by his collar. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to leave with the shred of dignity you have left, and if I find that you’re harassing omegas again, you’re going to be left with more than a fucked face. Do I make myself clear?” The man’s head nearly flies off the way he nods in affirmation and Tamaki drops him where he stands.

He’s immediately on you, checking you to ensure there’s not a scratch on you before he guides you out of the park.

— —

You’re aware of how Tamaki gets after a huge display of dominance. He’s still pumped up on adrenaline and needs a way to release the frustration before becoming a recluse.

It's one of the rare times in which he loses complete composure.

As soon as you’re both through the threshold he’s hoisting you up, your thick thighs wrapping around his waist to pull him further into you.

He’s mouthing at your neck, tongue laving over your claiming mark before he kisses his way to your lips, licking into your mouth. You moan against him, his clothed cock pressing against your cunt through your panties. You feel slick pool between your legs, soaking the fabric. “Please, Tama.” You whine. He offers you a bit of relief when he reaches a hand down and rips your underwear off. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ve got you.” He murmurs into your mouth. He can hardly wait, opting to just haphazardly pull down his sweats and boxers. He jerks himself off really quick, moaning at the feeling before pushing into you.

You both groan at the feeling, Tamaki trying to quell his whimpers by gnawing at your claiming mark. You whimper as he bites the sensitive skin, cunt clenching around him.

You jerk in his arms, your orgasm already fast approaching even though it feels he’s just getting started. “Fuck, bunny. So wet f’me. Am I making you feel good?” He murmurs, big indigo eyes looking up at you. Even through spats of dominance, glimpses of your Tamaki shine through. You nod at his words, tears beginning to build in your lash line, “Yeah, gonna cum f’ you, Tama. Gonna-” The words escape you as your orgasm washes over you, mouth open in a silent scream. He works you through it, reaching a hand down to rub your clit and nibbling around your claiming mark. He slowly pulls out, easing you down as you relax. He pulls his hand from you before putting his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of your combined flavor.

“You always taste so good for me, bunny.” He presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You look up at him with a dopey smile before you feel what seems like suction cups on your thighs. You look to see Tamaki’s fingers have turned into tentacles before looking back at him.

“Mind if I have more?”

— —

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train ride home part two. part one.

bullies! kiribaku x fem! afab! reader

YET again, you were avoiding the duo, not wanting to face them after the incident on the train. As soon as you got home, you took a shameful shower, rinsing the sweat and cum from your body. If you truly hadn't liked what they'd done to you, surely you'd be crying or feeling more upset, but instead, you were wondering when was the next time they'd jump your bones.

For the next three days, you stayed home, not ready to face the two who had your feelings in a twist. But alas, you couldn't stay feigning sick forever, your classes and professors forcing you to get back on campus. You could only stay away for so long without some actual excuse onto why you couldn't attend classes, you were paying for these classes after all.

Today was Halloween, a fun holiday for dressing up, getting candy, and maybe even getting drunk if you were of age. You'd went for something basic but still on theme with festivity— angel wings and a fake halo, as well as a white sweater and matching white pleated skirt. An angel. Simple, easy, and effective. You hurriedly walked through the campus, eager to get to the safety of your very first class, which you thankfully didn't have with your bullies. The same couldn't be said about your second period, unfortunately.

If that wasn't bad enough, it seemed like your class that usually drug on for way too long, seemed to fly by and fast you, bringing on an urgent sense of doom. And by the time you were being dismissed by your professor, you almost seemed to be suffering from whiplash, brows bunched as you looked around to see people packed up and leaving. Glancing down at your own laptop, notebook, and pen, you slowly packed up as well and stood. Once you stood up, you couldn't ignore the slight buckle of your knees as you squeezed one of the straps on your bag, debating on whether or not you wanted to speed walk to your next class using the quickest route or did you want to duck and around and go the back way.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a need for either.

The impending doom was immediate when you stepped out of the classroom, greeted by a wide chest adorned in a red t-shirt and black, white, and gold varsity jacket. Slowly, you looked up, meeting the gaze of Kirishima, instantly bringing on a wave of anxiety, or perhaps it was excitement...

There was fake blood on his face and 'knife' through his head headband, looking as though he'd been impaled by a machete through the brain.

"Hey angel, where ya been the last couple days? I missed ya."

Out of habit, you looked from his face and then to the area around him, looking for his partner. He caught onto your confused expression, grinning from ear to ear as he answered your unasked question. "Bakubro got caught up with Mr. Aizawa. Don't worry about him, he'll come around later. 's just you and I right now. Ya look cute." He stepped back afterwards and let you take a shakey step forward, only to have him throw one of his beefy arms around your shoulders. Taking the lead, he began to walk, moving slow enough that you wouldn't be dragged along. "Never answered my question. Didja come down with the flu or somethin' after gettin' home?"

"... no. I just had some work to catch up on."

You surprised yourself by not stuttering, but your voice was still low, sounding almost shy as you focused on the ground, inadvertently trusting the big red lug to guide you in the right direction.

"Oh yeah? Cause if I didn't know any better, I'd think ya were avoidin' us— avoidin' me again. But that can't be right, can it, pretty?"

The best shit in the internet. I swear to god.

train ride home part two. part one.

bullies! kiribaku x fem! afab! reader

YET again, you were avoiding the duo, not wanting to face them after the incident on the train. As soon as you got home, you took a shameful shower, rinsing the sweat and cum from your body. If you truly hadn't liked what they'd done to you, surely you'd be crying or feeling more upset, but instead, you were wondering when was the next time they'd jump your bones.

For the next three days, you stayed home, not ready to face the two who had your feelings in a twist. But alas, you couldn't stay feigning sick forever, your classes and professors forcing you to get back on campus. You could only stay away for so long without some actual excuse onto why you couldn't attend classes, you were paying for these classes after all.

Today was Halloween, a fun holiday for dressing up, getting candy, and maybe even getting drunk if you were of age. You'd went for something basic but still on theme with festivity— angel wings and a fake halo, as well as a white sweater and matching white pleated skirt. An angel. Simple, easy, and effective. You hurriedly walked through the campus, eager to get to the safety of your very first class, which you thankfully didn't have with your bullies. The same couldn't be said about your second period, unfortunately.

If that wasn't bad enough, it seemed like your class that usually drug on for way too long, seemed to fly by and fast you, bringing on an urgent sense of doom. And by the time you were being dismissed by your professor, you almost seemed to be suffering from whiplash, brows bunched as you looked around to see people packed up and leaving. Glancing down at your own laptop, notebook, and pen, you slowly packed up as well and stood. Once you stood up, you couldn't ignore the slight buckle of your knees as you squeezed one of the straps on your bag, debating on whether or not you wanted to speed walk to your next class using the quickest route or did you want to duck and around and go the back way.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a need for either.

The impending doom was immediate when you stepped out of the classroom, greeted by a wide chest adorned in a red t-shirt and black, white, and gold varsity jacket. Slowly, you looked up, meeting the gaze of Kirishima, instantly bringing on a wave of anxiety, or perhaps it was excitement...

There was fake blood on his face and 'knife' through his head headband, looking as though he'd been impaled by a machete through the brain.

"Hey angel, where ya been the last couple days? I missed ya."

Out of habit, you looked from his face and then to the area around him, looking for his partner. He caught onto your confused expression, grinning from ear to ear as he answered your unasked question. "Bakubro got caught up with Mr. Aizawa. Don't worry about him, he'll come around later. 's just you and I right now. Ya look cute." He stepped back afterwards and let you take a shakey step forward, only to have him throw one of his beefy arms around your shoulders. Taking the lead, he began to walk, moving slow enough that you wouldn't be dragged along. "Never answered my question. Didja come down with the flu or somethin' after gettin' home?"

"... no. I just had some work to catch up on."

You surprised yourself by not stuttering, but your voice was still low, sounding almost shy as you focused on the ground, inadvertently trusting the big red lug to guide you in the right direction.

"Oh yeah? Cause if I didn't know any better, I'd think ya were avoidin' us— avoidin' me again. But that can't be right, can it, pretty?"

here’s a little comparison for people who say engagement hasn’t gotten that bad and anyone who complains is ungrateful.

these are two posts from my first go round on tumblr circa 2014-2017, my most popular gifset of all time

& a text post

notice how the ratio is about even on likes to reblogs?

here’s from this go around, my most popular gifset

and my most popular fic

do you see how that’s discouraging?

i love being on this site. i love the little community i’ve found and the people who follow me and the mutuals i’ve made friendships with and the mutuals that i’m still getting to know. i love it. but at a certain point it’s hard to justify spending so much time on works that get bad engagement.

reblog, comment, send asks. without them, this site doesn’t work.

18+ | Naga! MHA ?

In the abyssal darkness, you can only make out the faintest hint of the crimson rings outlining his darkened pupils. His tail constricts further, forcing your mouth open to gasp for breath but being denied as calloused fingers glide over your tongue back and forth.

“You are either very brave, little one … or very foolish”.

Fear clouds your mind but with his venom coursing through your veins you can only gaze into his serpentine visionaries slack jawed as he plays in your throat.

The naga leers at your debauched state; the sight of you drooling on his fingers and completely at his mercy is tantalizing.

“Tell me … is this what you expected?” he coos, his voice laced with arousal and contention. “When you agreed to kill me ?”

A Triple Shot At Love - Hitoshi Shinsou X Katsuki Bakugo X BlackFemReader

Synopsis| Love Triangle, three college roommates are into eachother's crushes.

Warning (18+ NSFW) Content| Minors Do Not Interact

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