i think tite kubo should fanservice his men more . like damn you already fanservice the women a ton . can i maybe see shinji hirako in attire that borders on public indecency . have kisuke put him in something that might as well be glorified lingerie . hell even give him a weird super-sexual transformation like yoruichi had if kisuke can figure that one out . kisuke deserves hot woman AND twunk . and i wanna see shinji nearly NUDE . kubo i would literally pay you for this .
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By the time the moon had begun its descent the bottle was nearly empty. Two simple ceramic cups sat forgotten on the wooden tray, one of them still half-full, the other one knocked over. The expensive sake had spilled across the polished surface.
What a waste of perfectly good alcoholβ¦
Yet, no one seemed to care.
Hirakoβs wide, toothy smile was gone, his lips parted as he let out a quiet hiss. Both his wrists were pinned to the tatami, firmly held in Captain Urahara's larger, stronger hands.
Their lips were inches apart, glossy with kisses and sake. Shinjiβs lower lip was red and slightly swollen, Uraharaβs bite had left a little mark there. But even after the bite, Hirako didnβt quite try to push him away.
Urahara must have taken Shinjiβs submission as permission to continue, that was why his other hand slipped with such confidence under the manβs black hakama. Hirakoβs legs parted, encouraging the touch. His lips parted even wider, as though he expected yet another kiss. But Urahara didnβt intend to oblige. He lowered his head, focusing on Shinjiβs throat. His teeth found the other manβs Adamβs apple. The bite tore a haunting gasp from Hirakoβs mouth.
The two captains were growing reckless, and the scene appeared too intimate for the prying eyes. Yet SΕsuke kept watching, absorbing every detail from the safety of his favorite BakudΕ β KyokkΕ.
It was a good thing he had followed his Captain tonight. Had he not, he would never have witnessed such a revealing display of vulnerability and instinct. The moment Shinji had caught Kisukeβs hand and sipped from his cup, Aizen had actually considered leaving the two to their little game. However, the discomfort of watching such obvious seduction got mixed with something darker that grew inside him, rose and finally resurfaced.
How dare his Captain take the gift from him and come to share it with Kisuke Urahara?
Aizen had selected that bottle of sake with far more precision than the occasion required, and yet his precious Captain hadnβt even considered inviting him to sample it. The sense of betrayal, perhaps unreasonable, quietly continued to eat at Aizenβs mind.
He stayed and watched the scene unfold. Just as he had predicted, the Captainsβ behavior quickly became deeply improper. It was escalating further with every kiss and bite.
The two hadnβt even moved deeper into the room, staying in front of the open back door that led to the inner garden. Hidden under the spell, Aizen stepped closer to the engawa β close enough to hear every whisper and catch every moan.
It annoyed him. The fact that these images and these sounds pricked at something raw and aching inside his own body. He kept watching, of course, he wouldnβt miss such an opportunity to see two of his important enemies locked together in a fit of primal, animistic heat. However, he soon discovered with a painful certainty that he himself wasnβt fully immune to bodily urges. His fists clenched on their own as he observed his Captainβs lustful body squirming under Uraharaβs touch.
Why did it have to be Urahara? The only man who could possibly match Aizenβs own brilliance?
He blamed it on sake; the carefully chosen gift was supposed to grant him at least one cozy evening with his distrustful Captain. Instead, it was used against him in the most cruel way, introducing his rival into their private game.
A wave of something hot, something that Aizen couldnβt recognize right away, spread beneath his ribs like a sealing KidΕ. It sparked a dangerous thought: what if this was on purpose? What if his Captain had somehow deciphered his interest in Kisuke Uraharaβs research?
Was it even remotely probable that the two men had known he would be watching them tonight? Were they doing those things just to make him feel that way? This made no sense from a logical standpoint, Aizen understood that.
Still, deep down the unsettling sensation didnβt disappear. It thrived, whispering nonsense in the back of his head. He pressed his lips together as he watched Urahara stroking Hirako. His own body responded to that erotic image.
He didnβt know exactly which one of them he would gladly switch places with, if he only could. The urge to touch himself ran through his veins, and he had to suppress it before it took hold.
This devious sake always brought to the surface peopleβs worst impulses.
Aizen avoided drinking. Yet he felt drunk on his own unfulfilled desire.
Shinji hummed low in his throat, enjoying Kisukeβs attention. His head turned to one side, his eyes falling right on the spot where Aizen stood, hidden.
βHow long are ya planninβ to watch?β
It took Aizen a second to process the words, and another to evaluate his situation.
His breath caught in his chest as he stood frozen in place. How long⦠How long had his Captain known he was there?
Urahara paused his caresses as well, now staring at the exact spot right outside the room. It was hard to tell if he was surprised or not because he wore the same sly smile as before.
βWell, this is awkward,β the man said lightly, trying to make himself sound embarrassed, but his body language contradicted his statement. He seemed perfectly confident, and not ashamed in the slightest. βYou can come out now, Lieutenant Aizen,β he added in a lighthearted tone. βWe wonβt be mad.β
So it was a game after all, the one designed to mock him. Aizen was skilled at playing all sorts of mind games β that was the sort of challenge he never backed away from.
He released the spell, making himself visible. Then he sank into a deep, respectful bow.
βCaptain Hirako, Captain Urahara,β he said quickly, faking nervousness. βPlease accept my sincere apologies for disturbing you. I was justβ¦β
βSave yer lies for someone who falls for them, SΕsuke,β his Captain interrupted. He sounded irritated but not half as dangerous as he usually did. His narrow eyes swept across Aizenβs body, lingering especially on his lower part. βI know exactly what ya were doinβ. If ya like watchinβ so muchβ¦ why donβtcha come closer. Bet Kisuke wouldnβt mind.β
Urahara only smiled at that β a smile that wasnβt innocent at all.
βShould I bring another cup?β
βNo need,β Hirako replied, not even waiting for Aizenβs decision. βMy holier-than-the-Soul-King lieutenant doesnβt drink,β he explained with a barely concealed disdain. βHe only pretends he does when he thinks Iβm watchinβ.β
His Captainβs gaze lingered obnoxiously long on the spot where Aizenβs hakama pressed too tightly against the bulge underneath. Painfully aware of his arousal, or rather of how visible the evidence was, Aizen clasped his hands in front of himself. A gesture that might pass as modesty. The truth was, he experienced no shame β not in the usual sense. If anything, he felt mild irritation over the loss of control over his own body, and over the perception the others had of him.
He blinked twice, putting on the act of the good lieutenant and trying his best to sell the innocent look. But inside he was buzzing with pure, undiluted thrill. It was very exciting because their offer was real. And he was going to take them up on it just to test how far this would go.
βCaptain, do you mean it?β he asked meekly, without moving an inch from his spot.
βI told ya to quit playinβ dumb,β Shinji huffed. His cheeks were visibly flushed either from frustration or the alcohol in his veins.
Urahara had released his wrists by now, so Hirako lifted himself from the tatami, propping himself up on his elbows. However, his swollen erection still rested in the other Captainβs hand. Aizen pretended not to stare, but his Captain beckoned him with a tilt of his head.
βGet in here,β the man ordered. βAnd not another lie. Consider this yer lucky day.β
Without prolonging his hesitant act, Aizen slowly climbed up the engawa and entered the room. He sat down next to Shinjiβs head, on the opposite side of Kisuke Urahara.
Urahara didnβt acknowledge him with so much as a glance; his eyes stayed low, focused entirely on Shinjiβs body. This little detail pricked at Aizenβs pride, not strongly but enough to be registered as internally disruptive.
The Captain of the Twelve resumed his rhythm β a smug smile on his face, and a chilling sense of control in his every stroke. His steady hands made Hirakoβs back arch instantaneously. Aizen observed, absorbing the scene and learning as he watched.
His own fingers twitched involuntarily, driven by the impulse to touch his Captainβs head, his smooth hair, his flushed face. He subdued that instinct. It was too soon to engage β he would rather wait for the right moment, for the perfect opening.
βFeeling a bit adventurous, arenβt we, Hirako-san?β Urahara murmured, enjoying the otherβs responsiveness and frivolity. βSoβ¦ whatβs between the two of you?β he asked lightly, almost as an afterthought.
βNothing,β Aizen told him, perhaps a little too quickly to be considered genuine.
βMind yer own business, Kisuke,β Shinji, for once, actually agreed with him, his lips twisting in a sour grimace of displeasure.
βCurious way to put it.β Urahara grinned. βConsidering Iβm taking care of your business right now.β
Shinji didnβt smile at that, only clicked his tongue. βTsk. Very funnyβ¦ Now, do me a favor and use that clever mouth of yours for somethinβ other than tellinβ lame jokes.β
Hearing that request spoken so plainly made Aizenβs own erection twitch beneath the fabric. Even more so when Urahara lowered his head and stuck out his tongue for a tentative taste.
His hand twitched again, but he pressed it back down.
Urahara playfully teased his Captain, licking the tip as though he never intended to go any further. It caused Shinjiβs hand to snap down to the sandy-blond hair in a desperate attempt to force the other to take him deeper.
The Captain of the Twelve didnβt indulge him. Instead, he brushed his smiling lips against the reddened tip. It could be read as a gentle kiss. But it was delaying the pleasure. It was a display of who was really controlling the game.
A thought arrived, sudden and visceral, telling Aizen that he should have been in charge. He was surely better at this than Urahara. He could make Shinji moan, desperate for more.
This time he let his hand move from his lap. Slowly, it reached toward his Captainβs face. His thumb brushed lightly against Hirakoβs lower lip β a touch as brief as a summer breeze.
Then he pressed harder; his thumb came to rest against the soft pink of Shinjiβs mouth. It forced those narrow lips apart. His Captain grunted, but didnβt stop Aizen, didnβt even flinch under the intrusion.
Aizen savored the sensation under his fingertip, feeling the softness and warmth of the lips that had told him to stay away so many times before. He waited patiently for Uraharaβs next move, and when he made it β finally taking Shinji deeper β only then did Aizen push his thumb inside, entering the wet warmth of the mouth.
His dear, filthy Captain sucked on his finger greedily and kept letting out the most wanton sounds. After a few moments of repetitive motion, the game was beginning to bore him, so Aizen decided to replace his thumb with his index and middle finger. The angle he used forced Shinjiβs mouth wide open. The drool pooled at the corners of Hirakoβs mouth. The sight of his Captain swallowing his fingers triggered a pleasant tingling between Aizenβs legs.
He pulled out his fingers, testing how sticky they were; a string of saliva stretched between them like a spiderβs web. His eyes never left Hirakoβs as he brought his hand closer to his own face. Then he licked the saliva off his fingers.
A faint taste of sake spread across his tongue. He closed his eyes, just for a second, imagining it was his Captainβs mouth that he was tasting.
Shinjiβs lustful voice snapped him back to reality.
βHey, SΕsuke.β
The words came out raspy, and this unusual roughness in his Captainβs tone did strange things to Aizenβs self-control.
βYa look like youβre dyinβ to taste me,β the man said mockingly. But everything about this situation meant that it was absolutely no joke.
Sprawled across the tatami, with his long hair spilled around his head like a stain of gold, Shinji seemed vulnerable in the most delicious way.
βCome closer. I might let ya,β he tempted.
It was enough for Aizen to dive right into this challenge.
Dipping his head low, he claimed his Captainβs mouth. His tongue once again found the taste of sake. Hirako moaned into the kiss, perhaps caught off guard by the possessive side of Aizen that accidentally slipped into his action.
Seconds had passed, but none of them wanted to break the contact. Neither one pulled away. Their tongues collided in a fierce exchange much like blades in a violent battle.
When they finally broke apart, Shinji looked like a mess, and Aizen felt his own face grow hot in an uncontrolled, ugly manner. He turned his gaze toward Urahara, who seemed to take a break from pleasuring Hirako.
Their eyes met for the first time tonight and Aizenβs excitement rapidly spiked.
Kisuke Urahara looked at him with his full attention, and the sheer force of this gaze sent chills down Aizenβs spine. Because unlike Hirakoβs, these eyes pinned him down, shimmering both with desire and fascination. They lacked the emotional fire that his Captain could provide. Instead, they offered something colder β something that Aizen recognized, as though he was staring at his own reflection.
It was effortless dominance and constant calculation barely concealed behind those gray irises.
βMy turn,β Urahara said slyly, his hand already reaching for the edge of Aizenβs collar.
His rough fingers curled against the soft fabric and pulled him in until their mouths crashed together in a forceful kiss. Uraharaβs tongue forced itself past Aizenβs lips, and SΕsuke was able to taste more than just sake this time. This timeβ¦ it was the flavor of Shinjiβs cock.
Without closing his eyes, he gave in to that kiss, letting Urahara set the pace and the angle. The warm, intoxicating sensation, which must have felt like being drunk felt, washed over his body from the inside.
The direction in which the events were heading made him think that, indeed, it was his lucky day.
The only problem was, SΕsuke Aizen didnβt believe in luck.
So the reason was the sake β and the right man, at the right time, in the right place.
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I dislike Shinsou x blondes. Like, I feel absolutely no chemistry with those ships whatsoever. Especially Shinmono, but thatβs probably my general dislike towards Monoma. By blondes I mean his most popular ships, by the way.
Maybe itβs not even them. Maybe itβs the electric blonde x subdued insomniac thing, because I donβt ship Erasermic either. Itβs just such a repititive trope the only exception being shinojiro.
I do like their friendships and dynamic, but turning it romantic genuinely exhausts me. Monoma can just.. stay there. In that corner. Raving to himself. Of all the characters, i connect with him the least, and my bitch of an ex-bff is only PARTLY the reason.
Maybe Im just needlessly picky. Iβve got this vision stuck in my head and Iβm definitely biased. I like Shinsou with people on the same wavelength as him, if different frequencies. Like Todoroki, or Momo, or Tsu or even Ochako to some extent. Iida too. The list gets cut off very short when I only want calmer, slightly more relating people.
And itβs not even that they have to be similar, and I DO enjoy opposites attract. But I love it when the differences arenβt surface level, theyβre in sync but still their own instrument. Shintodo likes naps, but Shouto likes it because it gives him a sense of safety, hence alluding to warmth, and Shinsou likes it because it silences his brain, hence alluding to a colder conclusion. Hot and cold, see?
In short, I like nuance rather than stark differences, and boy are the ships I mentioned full of nuance. Shintodo is lonely. Shouto from isolation and Hitoshi from alienation. Shiniida has something to prove. ShinMomo doesnβt feel self confidence. Shinochako are underdogs. Shintsu are self serving.
If you like Shinkami or Shinmono, Iβm not trying to attack you. I just wanted to rant about these- in my eyes- overused ships and the other ones I feel could be super neat. And yeah, it seems I ship Shinsou with more girls than guys, even if I ship him with those two boys with more intensity.
I just needed to get this out of my system because Iβve seen so. Many. Shinmono. Posts. In my feed and I canβt figure out how to block it and itβs frustrating me. I donβt know where theyβre coming from I NEVER interacted with Shinmono posts in the first place.
A/N: This is my first oneshot! Thank you @urashin for the request~ πΉ
The moon lit up the dark sky like a beacon shining its bright light to guide sailors home. It was quiet in Karakura Town, with most of its residents sound asleep in their homes. Kisuke Urahara was in his shop, humming as he adjusted his hat; lifting it upwards so that it wouldn't cover his eyes as he read the list of orders coming tomorrow.
He paused, a small grin appearing on his face as he looked towards the entrance of his store. The door was closed, but a familiar spiritual energy was approaching. "Well well, I wonder what he's doing here." The merchant muttered to himself, setting down his stack of papers.
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Shinji Hirako walked on the sidewalk of the street, his phone in one hand and a gift bag which contained some fancy sake in the other. "He's probably awake, I don't think I need to call him." He mumbled, closing his mobile and shoving it in his pocket.
With everything that had been going on these past few years, with Aizen and his invasion, and Yhwach's takeover of the Sereitei, he couldn't recall the last time he and Kisuke had shared a drink.
And if he had said 'thank you' for the latter's help over the years. Without Urahara after all, Shinji and the other visoreds would have...
As the merchant's goods store came into view, Shinji snapped out of his visit to memory lane, and took a deep breath instead, a lazy smile gracing his lips.He knocked at the door.
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Urahara slid open the door. "What do we have here?" He said lightly, seeing Shinji at the door. "It's been a while since we've last seen eachother, Shinji. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He chuckled.
Hirako laughed as he made his way inside, taking out the bottle of sake from the gift bag. "The pleasure is all mine, Kisuke. Hope it isn't too late for you to have drink with an old friend, is it?" He replied in turn, raising an eyebrow as he held the bottle up, almost like a challenge.
The shopkeeper laughed. "Too late to have a drink?" He waved the notion away. "Merely suggesting that kind of offends me." He joked.
The both of them walked deeper into the shop, into a small yet tidy living room, with a circular wooden table in the middle. Shinji settled on a small cushion that was on the tatami mat floor, setting the bottle of alcohol on the table while Kisuke took out some sake cups.
"You got the fancy kind." Urahara noticed as he sat infront of Shinji, taking the bottle from him to pour the liquid into their respective cups. "Any reason for that?"
Shinji sighed before taking a sip of the sake. "Perceptive as ever. I'm not here to ask for anything, God knows I already owe alot to you." He confessed, his face sobering into a solemn, almost sorrowful look, even if he was drinking.
Kisuke listened quietly, his hazel eyes examining Shinji's expression. The blond almost looked...guilty. It was an odd look on him.
He took a sip of his own sake, a small sigh escaping his lips as he spoke: "You're not usually the mopey type when you're drinking."
Hirako's eyes narrowed at him. "I'm not mopey." He replied.Kisuke poured him some more sake, before pouring himself another cup.
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The bottle had been emptied, with the two Shinigamis having drank enough alcohol to explain their current inebriated state:
Both of them had pinker cheeks than usual, with Kisuke slurring his words, while Shinji's movements were more pronounced and more frequent. His hands especially.
"I mean I never got to thank you!! You saved our frickin lives man!" Shinji said loudly, runnung a hand through his hair, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply.
Kisuke had a hiccough, before leaning forwards across the table, grabbing Shinji's other hand. "Don't wooorrryyy about it. What...what was I gonna do anyway, huh???? Jus...just leave you and the others to die??" He slurred the sentence out, his hat falling off his head.
Shinji coughed violently, choking on his spit in surprise at Kisuke's gesture. A moment passed, before he sighed and leaned slightly across the table, interlacing his fingers with Kisuke's. He looked away from Kisuke, and at his hat on the ground instead. It made him snort. "I don't know." He admitted. "But I can't imagine it was easy making a decision..."
Urahara hummed. "That's all in the paaast Shinji...I'm just glad I didn't...I didn't you know, lose you." He drawled lazily, the alcohol really doing a number on his speech skills.
Hirako squeezed his hand. "And I'm glad I didn't lose you to that bastard Sosuke either."
AKAKAKAKKAKAAK I KNOW THIS IS KINDA SHORT BUT I HAVE TO PREP FOR UNI! omg bro idk what I'm gonna major in, would psych help me write better fanfiction? π€·ββοΈπ€·ββοΈ Might lowkey end up like Easterman /hj LMAO.
How are you guys? π₯Ή let me know if you have any requests, my next post is like 99% gonna be Outlast related. The other 1% is for Resident Evil, because of dada Chris. I luv Chris <3
That's dada right there TRUUUSSTTT! Loved him since I played re0-re9 + the revs and movies.
