#ishida ryuken smut

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𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Ryuken, Hirako Shinji, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: hi hi!! i absolutely adore your blog, your bleach writing is fantastic 🫶🏼 could i request something smutty with ryuken, shunsui, jushiro and shinji? maybe being reunited with them after being away on missions for a while and it ends up in some soft reunion sex? i’d gladly accept anything else too, i just need them bad and there’s a lack of ryuken works :( again, absolutely love your content, thank you for keeping the fandom fed xx

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I enthusiastically enjoyed this request and squealed and laughed so much while writing this. I did Kyoraku some injustice lol, but I gave him a second chance though 🙈. Thank you for this request and letting me write for Ryuken!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, 18+ content, fingering, oral (f receiving), soft sex, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, dirty talking, praising, body-worship (small), wrap it before you tap it

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Having some soft sex upon your return after being away for a lengthy time.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

˚₊‧꒰ა Ishida Ryuken ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of the night outside barely registered as you lay beneath Ryuken, legs spread wide around his waist, body pliant and needy beneath his weight. His bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a bedside lamp, and the air was thick with yearning, and the need that had lingered for months too long. He hovered above you, half-dressed, shirt unbuttoned and falling from his shoulders, the pale skin of his chest dusted with silver hair that led down toward the open band of his slacks.

Your thighs cradled his hips as he bent forward, one hand braced beside your head, the other trailing reverently from your waist to the soft curve of your hip. His gaze held yours, sharper than usual, blue eyes drinking you in like something he’d starved for.

“You finally came back,” he murmured lowly and frayed at the edges, his breath warm against your cheek.

You nodded, your fingers curling around the collar of his shirt, tugging gently as your other hand skimmed down the bare plane of his back. “I missed you so much, Ryu… I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to come home. To you.”

His jaw tightened, and he swallowed once, eyes dragging down to where your breasts rose and fell against the sheets, bare, already flushed and needy, nipples pebbled in the cool air. He leaned in and kissed you, slow at first, his lips soft and warm against yours, tasting the truth in your words. But the kiss didn’t stay gentle. It deepened fast, his hunger slipping through in the way his mouth claimed yours, the way his tongue pressed between your lips to explore, stroke, devour.

When you pulled away to breathe and saw his hand reaching for the drawer in the nightstand, your voice came softer, needier, your thighs flexing around him. “Don’t use a condom tonight. I want to feel you. All of you. It’s been too long…”

His eyes narrowed just slightly, but the flush along his neck deepened. His hand slid down between your bodies, fingers brushing over your mound, parting your slick folds. You were already soaked for him, your pussy glistening in the warm light, folds plump and swollen from nothing more than his presence.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but his fingers dipped lower, parting your wetness and brushing over your entrance. “You know what that means if I lose control.”

You tilted your hips up, pressing your slickness into the flat of his palm. “Then lose it.”

There was a low and primal groan emitted from him, followed by his slacks being shoved down and kicked aside. You lifted your head to look, as you always did, eyes drawn to the long, thick length of his cock rising proudly from a nest of silver curls. It was already hard, thick veins lining the shaft, the flushed tip glistening with precum. Bigger than you remembered. Or maybe your memory had blurred after too many nights spent aching alone.

He cupped himself at the base and stroked slowly, watching the way your eyes widened, your breath catching as you spread your legs wider to welcome him. “Wet already,” he murmured, dragging the blunt head through your folds. “Soaked just for me.”

You whimpered when he tapped his cock against your clit, the swollen bud pulsing with need. Each slow stroke of his tip across your entrance made your hips jerk, your body already trying to suck him in. But Ryuken took his time, drawing circles with his cock around your pussy, coating himself in your slick, watching your every shudder.

“I’ve waited too many months to feel this again,” he said, guiding himself to your entrance and holding there. “I won’t rush.”

And he didn’t. He pressed in slow, the fat head of his cock breaching your soaked entrance with deliberate care. The stretch made your mouth fall open, your hands gripping his shoulders as inch after inch filled you. You could feel your body clenching already, slick walls hugging every vein, every contour of him.

“God…Ryu…”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, jaw clenched as he slid deeper. “You’re still so damn tight…like your body never forgot me.”

He bottomed out with a groan, his hips pressing flush against yours, his cock buried fully inside you, the thick length pressing perfectly against your walls. You were trembling, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pussy clenching helplessly around him as you tried to adjust to the fullness.

“You’re so deep…” you gasped, eyes fluttering.

His hand slid under your lower back, lifting you slightly, adjusting the angle until your moan turned into a cry, his cock now grinding against your sweetest spot. “That’s it,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. Just relax for me.”

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed still, buried inside, holding your body close and letting you feel the full length of him, the throbbing heat of his cock pulsing against your walls. Then he drew his hips back slowly, almost teasingly, before thrusting in again, deep and unhurried.

Your nails dug into his back. “Harder, please…”

Jut hearing your pleas in-person after all these months prompted his control to slip. His rhythm shifted from slow to firm, strong thrusts that rocked you up the bed an inch at a time. Your pussy stretched and gripped around him with every movement, wet and warm, noisy in the quiet room. Every thrust made your breasts bounce against his chest, and he bent to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as his cock drove deep.

You cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, your body overwhelmed by the dual stimulation—his cock hitting so deep, and his mouth tugging at your breast like he’d starved for it. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop—”

He drove harder, hips slapping against your thighs, your pussy making lewd squelches with every thrust. He lifted one of your legs higher, pressing your knee to your chest to open you more, to go deeper. You sobbed his name, your back arching as your orgasm crashed down, pussy squeezing and fluttering around him.

You squirted. It surprised you, the rush of wetness spilling between your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you, the intensity making your whole body shake. He froze for half a second, staring in awe, before groaning deep in his throat and fucking you harder, chasing his own edge.

“You’re making such a mess,” he rasped. “A beautiful mess—God, I can feel you squeezing the hell out of me—”

Your hands were gripping his shoulders, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from how good it felt. Your pussy fluttered and clenched, sucking him in, trying to milk him. “I should’ve gone with you,” he admitted against your skin. “But I couldn’t leave the hospital. Couldn’t leave this goddamn city.”

You clung to him, moaning softly as he rolled his hips with deliberate precision, hitting that spot inside you like he’d measured it. Which, honestly, he probably had. “I know,” you whispered. “But I wouldn’t have wanted you to.”

He cupped your face, fucking you deeper, with more emotion than he ever allowed himself in public. “But I thought about you. Every night. Thought about how warm you always felt, the way your fingers curled in my hair when I was inside you—”

You arched beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing tighter.

“I thought about the sounds you make when you’re close,” he continued, voice cracking just slightly. “The way your walls flutter right before you—yes. Like that. Just like that.”

You gave a sharp clench of your walls around him and his hips stuttered, not feeling like he could hold out for much longer. No amount of spending night touching himself could compare to your warm heat. “Stay,” he murmured, arms tightening around your waist as he pushed harder. “Just for tonight.”

You brushed your fingers through his silver hair and whispered, “For longer, if you want.”

He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. The way he kissed your palm told you that he was pleased with your choice.

˚₊‧꒰ა Hirako Shinji ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The carpet scratched lightly against your bare shoulder blades, soft but textured beneath your back as you lay spread beneath Shinji. Your breath caught as he grinned down at you, his messy blond hair hanging low enough to brush against your cheek. His shirt was open, flaring around him like he hadn’t even tried to take it off properly, too impatient. You still had your blouse halfway down one arm, your jeans unbuttoned and stuck at your knees from when he’d tugged them off in the middle of kissing you against the door. The whole house was quiet save for the low hum of the air conditioning and the wet, obscene sounds coming from between your thighs.

“Two years, and this pussy still tastes better than I remembered,” Shinji drawled, his voice husky with arousal, lips slick with your wetness as he rose from between your legs. His hand hadn’t left your thigh, his thumb still rubbing small, teasing circles dangerously close to your clit. Suddenly leaning forward, he caught your lips with his, kissing you deep—tongue curling with yours, tasting the echo of your own arousal on him. You moaned into his mouth, your legs twitching as your hips bucked, desperate for more friction. He pulled back with a laugh, teeth catching your lower lip gently.

“Don’t go rushing me now. I just got back to my favourite meal.” He licked a stray drop of your slick from the corner of his mouth and gave your pussy a firm slap that made you jolt, the wet smack echoing in the space between you. “You were gonna make me wait till dinner. I say screw that.”

Your head dropped back onto the carpet, fingers gripping his shoulders as he slid down again, lips brushing across your belly, your navel, and then further until his mouth was back on you, all heat and wickedness. He didn’t tease this time—he licked up the entire length of your slit, slow and deliberate, groaning as your arousal coated his tongue.

His fingers parted you, spreading your slick folds to expose the plump swell of your clit. He pressed his tongue flat against it, then circled, and circled again, until your thighs clenched on either side of his head. You were wet—soaking—and he drank from you like he was parched, every lap sending tremors through your stomach. His fingers slipped lower, sliding two knuckles deep into your heat, the stretch making you whimper as he curled them expertly against your front wall.

“Still this tight,” he murmured into you, letting his breath fan over your sensitive skin. “I could feel your pussy sucking on my fingers the second I slid in.”

You were writhing under him, panting. His voice, his mouth, his fingers—it was too much, and not enough. You hadn’t been touched in months, hadn’t had this—hadn’t had him. Shinji had always been a tease, but now he was relentless, determined to make every second count. His pace increased, his fingers moving faster, fucking you while his mouth sucked your clit with lewd precision.

You weren’t expecting to cum so quickly, but your hips jerked as you cried out, your hands flying to his hair. Your thighs tried to clamp shut, but he didn’t let up, moaning into you like a man possessed. Your slick gushed against his chin, and he groaned in satisfaction.

“Fuck, I missed you doing that,” he growled, his tongue still flicking over your throbbing clit. “You squirt like a goddamn fountain when I get you just right.”

You whimpered, sensitive, thighs trembling. He finally relented, dragging his fingers out of your pussy and sucking them clean with a lecherous smirk. He reached for your blouse, pulling it off completely before dragging your bra down just enough to expose your breasts, not even bothering to unclip it. His mouth latched onto a nipple instantly, sucking it hard while grinding his clothed cock between your legs. You could feel the thick press of him—hard, hot, pulsing against your slick entrance, the friction deliciously maddening.

He pulled back and looked down at you, hair sticking to his forehead slightly, golden eyes heavy with desire.

“You think you can handle this?” he teased, rubbing the head of his cock against your swollen folds. You could feel how wet you were, his shaft already slippery just from dragging through your pussy lips.

Nodding, already arching up for him, he pinned your hips back down with one hand, the other guiding himself to your entrance. His tip pushed in slowly, and your walls clung to him, the stretch making your eyes roll back. “Damn, you’re still so tight,” he groaned, the vein in his neck straining as he pushed in further, inch by inch. “Like this pussy forgot how to take cock. I’m gonna have to remind it.”

You gasped as he bottomed out, the full length of him seated inside you. He stayed there a moment, pressing in deep and letting you feel every thick inch, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. It didn’t take long before you felt the, slow, deep, grinding thrusts that made you feel each ridge, each throb. The drag of his cock against your inner walls was delicious torture, your pussy fluttering around him with every slow pull out and every firm thrust in. You practically clung to him, nails digging into his back as your hips lifted to meet him.

“God, you’re so good,” he whispered into your neck, his breath hot. “I fuckin’ missed you like crazy. Missed this pussy. Missed how wet you get for me.”

The whimpering of his name and clenching caused him to groan, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the sound of your wetness obscene between your bodies. That was the final call, the pace shifted—no more slow grinding. He fucked you hard, fast, pressing your knees to your chest to get deeper. Your pussy squelched around him with every thrust, slick dripping down your ass and soaking into the carpet beneath you.

“You were gone too damn long,” he growled. “Two years without this. You’re lucky I’m not filling you full every day for the next week.”

Your body seized under him, a long, drawn-out cry ripping from your throat as your pussy convulsed around his cock, and he didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, moaning loudly as your juices gushed around him, your thighs trembling violently. When you squirted again, it soaked his pelvis, and he laughed breathlessly. “There it is. Damn, you’re messy.” He grinned down at you. “Just the way I like you. I missed this so damn much,” he murmured against your neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses there. “You feel fuckin’ amazing, baby.”

Wrapping your arms around him, your heart still racing, your pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. His cock continued to work itself deeper, chasing his release, becoming erratic and rougher. Grabbing your wrists, he pinned them above your head as he loomed over you, burying his cock to the hilt again and again. Your walls clenched tight around him, fluttering and spasming with overstimulation, but he didn’t let up. His eyes were locked on your face, watching every twitch, every gasp, every moan.

“You’re not leaving again,” he pleaded softly. “I missed you too damn much.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Kyoraku Shunsui ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Immediately, you were pulled right off your feet, beard brushing your neck as he nuzzled into you, the wide sleeves of his pink haori wrapping you up completely. His hair was loose and slightly damp, and he smelled like fresh soap and saké, already halfway into unwinding. He looked like a man who’d spent months trying not to fall apart. And judging by the way he held you, his self-restraint had just expired.

You barely got another word out before your back hit the tatami and he was already on top of you, lips claiming yours with a softness that trembled. He didn't rush the kiss—but his hips gave him away, grinding subtly, needily, like he couldn't help himself. He whispered between kisses, “Missed you. Missed you so much,” and you could feel just how badly in the way he groaned when your thighs parted around his waist.

His mouth travelled to your neck, wet and warm, dragging kisses down your skin like he was starved for it, and you could feel the way he trembled, the control in his body fraying with every breath you took. His kimono was haphazardly pushed apart, his cock already thick and flushed, was leaking from its tip and begging to be put out of misery. “Two years,” he murmured hoarsely against your skin, his beard tickling as he nuzzled into your jaw. “Too damn long.”

You barely had the breath to answer before his hips shifted, the wide head of his cock slipping lower, parting your folds, nudging your entrance. A sharp gasp caught in your throat as he pushed forward, not waiting any longer, your body instinctively arching to take him. That first push stretched you wide, familiar and still breathtaking—thick, heavy, that slow, overwhelming press that only Shunsui could give you. Your hands clenched at the fabric pooled under you, nails biting into the blanket. He groaned low in his chest, forehead dropping to yours, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck—gods, you still feel so perfect,” he breathed, already buried halfway, your cunt clenching around him greedily. “Been thinking about this every night.”

The stretch had you whimpering softly, legs wrapped around his hips as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch. He tried to keep it slow, tried to savour the moment, but his hands trembled as they gripped your hips, and his rhythm faltered, cock twitching inside you with pulsing heat. His voice rasped with restraint, jaw clenched.

“Didn’t think...fuck, I didn’t think I’d lose it this fast.”

But you knew. You could feel the strain in his body, the twitch of his cock deep inside, the tremble in his muscles as he held himself back by sheer will. Your pussy fluttered around him in encouragement, soaked and eager, clenching greedily on his length. You cupped his face, guiding his gaze to yours, lips brushing his as you whispered, “Then don’t hold back.”

That was all it took. He groaned—deep, broken, almost desperate—and his hips slammed flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt inside your wet heat. You felt the throb, the jerk of his release the moment he seated himself fully, his body shuddering as thick, hot cum spilled inside you in heavy pulses. His mouth crashed to yours, muffling his ragged moan, his tongue searching blindly as he came hard, deep, and fast. Your pussy milked him instinctively, spasming around his girth, coaxing every drop from him. The sensation of his warmth flooding your core after so long apart made you clench again, a needy whimper escaping you.

“Shit...fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, his hips jerking once, twice more as aftershocks rippled through him. “Too much…too fast.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting harshly, body tense above you. But you didn’t mind. The feel of his cock still twitching deep inside, still nestled in your creamy warmth, filled something in you that had ached for the past two years. You stroked his back slowly, fingers tracing the lines of muscle under his haori as his weight slumped into you, his arms cradling your head.

You felt the way his cum leaked out around his cock, warm and thick, coating your inner thighs. You could feel just how much he’d missed you in the sheer volume, the mess he’d made of your pussy already. But Shunsui didn’t move—he stayed still, cock still inside, forehead against your cheek, murmuring apologies and kisses against your skin.

“I couldn’t wait. I thought I’d go slow, I meant to worship you, but gods…I missed you so damn much.” He kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw. “I’ll make it up to you. You’re not leaving this bed for hours.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes heavy with lust, with a spark that said he hadn’t even begun to claim you properly. You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, thickening despite the way his cum still leaked from your stretched pussy. He rocked his hips gently, watching the way your breath caught, your legs tightened around his waist, the wet squelch of your combined release filling the room.

“You’re so fucking full,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your clit. “My cum’s already dripping out of you, but I’m not done yet. You’re going to take it all.”

His hands slid under your back, lifting you to him, your breasts crushed to his chest as he thrust with purpose, hips rolling to grind against your clit on every stroke. His mouth latched onto your neck, biting softly before licking the sting away, working his way down to your collarbone. Your moans rose in pitch as he set a rhythm that sent sparks through your core, the oversensitivity from earlier only heightening each roll of his hips.

You bit your lip as he began to move again, a slow, deliberate drag of his cock from your tight hole, coated in a thick sheen of white, then thrust back in, slow but deeper this time, measured. The feel of him was relentless—thick and still slick with his first release, but regaining that solid, aching fullness that made your toes curl.

“You feel even tighter now,” he muttered against your skin, voice thick with awe and hunger. “So wet. You always take me so good.”

He sat back slightly, dragging you with him so you were perched in his lap, your legs splayed wide around him, his cock thrusting up into you as gravity helped him bury even deeper. You cried out at the change in angle, the way he filled you more completely, his cock stretching you in every direction. His hands gripped your hips again, controlling your movements, dragging you up and slamming you back down, your pussy sucking him in noisily with every wet thrust.

“You missed this cock, didn’t you?” he rasped, gaze fixed on the place where your bodies joined, watching your tight, pink folds stretched wide around his thick shaft, your cream and his seed smeared around the base. “Fuck, look how messy you are. You’re dripping all over me.”

You couldn’t speak—only moan, back arching as he slammed up into you again, that thick tip grinding against your sweet spot mercilessly. The tension built fast in your belly, your clit throbbing, your legs trembling. He knew—he felt the way your pussy clenched hard around him, how your walls fluttered, how your breath hitched.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, sweat glistening on his brow as he rutted up into you harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder. “Cum for me. I want to feel you gush all over this cock.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ukitake Jushiro ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The heat of the bath wrapped around you both like silk, steam curling up and making the wooden walls sweat. Letting the hot water soak into your aching limbs while he reclined behind you, his long legs spreading just enough so you could lean between them, your back against his bare chest. His kisses had been soft at first, reverent—pressed to your shoulders, your temple, the edge of your jaw as if trying to convince himself you were real again. His hair floated around you both in the water, silver strands catching the light, his breath brushing your ear as he exhaled softly behind you.

“You’ve lost weight,” he murmured, tone gentle, fingers trailing across your ribs where the outline of your form had become a little sharper. “They didn’t feed you properly over there?”

“They tried,” you murmured, closing your eyes, leaning your head back against his shoulder, “but nothing ever tasted right without you.”

He made a soft, affectionate sound in his throat and kissed the side of your face again, slow and lingering. Then his hands grew bolder. They moved over your body like he was reacquainting himself with you—with aching purpose. He stroked along the curve of your sides, up the softness beneath your breasts, letting the pads of his fingers lightly trace the edges of sensitivity there. You shivered under the touch, sighing as he cupped them fully in his palms, the weight of them familiar to him even after so long.

“You’re so soft…” he breathed, voice thickened slightly. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

His thumbs brushed your nipples, already stiff from the water and arousal, and you exhaled a quiet, broken moan as your hips shifted instinctively. You felt his cock—already thick, warm, and solid—resting against the swell of your ass, before his hands slipped under your thighs to raise them a little higher, and with a slow, careful movement, you felt him slid into you. You gasped softly at the stretch, at the thick girth pushing inside. He didn’t move—he simply filled you, inch by inch, easing himself into your pussy like he was coming home. The water helped, made everything warm and pliant, but the ache of fullness after so long apart was still sharp and sweet.

“Gods, you’re tight,” he whispered, forehead pressing to the back of your neck. “You always feel so perfect…”

He bottomed out with a soft groan, the tip of his cock nestled against your cervix, thick and hard and impossibly deep inside. The weight of him inside you was delicious, dragging a shiver from your spine. He didn’t move for a moment, only wrapped his arms around you more tightly, his palm covering your lower belly where the bulge of his cock made itself known beneath the skin.

He knew exactly how much it affected you. Especially now, when every part of you was on edge from the absence, from the ache, from the hunger that had built up over your long separation. His hand slid down again, beneath the surface of the water, and you gasped as his fingers found your clit. His strokes were exploratory, as though he was mapping how your body had changed, how your reactions had sharpened in sensitivity. Each circle of his fingertips sent tingles up your spine, each brush across the swollen nub making your hips twitch and clench helplessly around his cock.

He moved his hips slightly then—just a little—just enough for you to feel the drag of him against your walls. You moaned softly, breath catching as your legs involuntarily tried to close, but he held you open with one arm and continued his slow, steady massage on your clit with the other. Every movement inside and out was controlled, deliberate. He knew you were sensitive—he wanted you sensitive. Wanted to feel you pulse and writhe on him, wanted to feel you lose yourself in the heat that only he could bring.

Your hands gripped his thighs underwater, your nails digging into his skin as he slowly rocked his hips forward again, barely moving but making you feel every inch of him. His breath was warm against your ear, and he murmured soft praises between kisses to your neck.

“I love how you feel around me…how you tighten up every time I touch your sweet little clit…”

Your hips jerked at the words, your walls fluttering around him as your breath came faster. He kept working that same slow, precise rhythm with his fingers, pressing a little firmer now, rolling your clit between slick fingertips while his cock throbbed deep inside. The pleasure coiled tight and sharp in your gut, building quickly—too quickly.

“J-Jushiro, I’m—” you tried to warn him, but he shushed you with a soft chuckle.

“I know, and I want you to. Come on, sweetheart… Let me feel you cum around me. I’ve missed this. Missed feeling you break.”

The sound of his voice—that voice—low and full of warmth and desire and love, was enough to push you over the edge.

You came with a choked cry, your body convulsing in the water as your pussy clenched tight around his cock, spasming through the climax as his fingers continued to roll and circle your clit through every wave of pleasure. Your thighs trembled in his hold, the wet slap of water shifting around you both as your back arched, your head pressing back against his shoulder. He held you, steady and strong, his cock twitching inside as he groaned from the feel of your orgasm squeezing him, but still he didn’t move faster.

You were panting, vision swimming slightly from how hard that first orgasm had hit, and his hands never left you. He let you come down slowly, fingers tracing lazy circles around your clit now, sensitive and swollen, while his cock remained firmly buried inside your twitching walls.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “So sensitive… You’re perfect.”

You whimpered softly, already trembling from the overstimulation, and he smiled against your neck, placing another kiss there as his hips gave a slow, shallow thrust—just enough to make your pussy flutter again in protest and pleasure.

“We’re just getting started,” he whispered. “You’re finally home. I’m not letting this body go without reminding every inch of it who it belongs to.”

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[muzansfangs]

Placebo.

Starring: Ryuken Ishida x f!reader; mention to child Uryu Ishida and Kanae Katagiri;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, language, age gap (reader is in her early twenties), unhealthy coping mechanism, widowhood, vaginal sex, sorrow, angst, struggling with feelings, rough sex;

Plot: His work did not leave him much time to look after his young son. The loss of his wife had been a disgrace. When his colleague handed him the number of his neighbour who happened to work as a babysitter to pay her studies, Ryuken decided to give it a try. He would have never imagined you were going to revive the domestic life he used to have with his late wife. When he looked at you, he felt less lonely. Touching you was a placebo to drown his sorrow.

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The opulence of the splendid and austere manor you had to work in for the foreseeable future sent chills down your spine, an unfamiliar sense of uneasiness settling deep in your bones with each step you took to reach the living room. Even the illuminated rooms of the house radiated the disheartening sense of melancholy blanketing the entire building. You had been told by your neighbour about the sudden and tragic death of Mr. Ishida’s wife. Understandably, the loss had caused the man to become even more algid than he used to be, or this was what his colleague had told you about your new employer.

When Mr. Ishida had contacted you, his deep voice was deprived of any kind of hope and warmth. The inclination was professional, yet detatched from any emotion possibly permeating a voice. He had told you he had a son to be looked after and that he had been given your number by his colleague. It was overall a small talk in which he added that, if you wanted to accept the job, you could start on Monday after a brief talk to describe the outlines of your contract. Naturally, there you were now.

The maid had guided you silently to a large couch, giving you a courtly bow, before heading out to call for Mr. Ishida. The minutes you spent alone, waiting for his arrival, made you wonder if you could ever be enough to cheer up a child who had lost his mother and be useful to a man whose heart was long forgotten beneath a sheet of impenetrable ice. Your inner monologue was interrupted by the appearence of a kid, peeking at you curiously from the threshold. His blue eyes inspected you, his small finger reaching up to fix his glasses, still too big for him, over the bridge of his pointy nose. You blinked, a small smile gracing your lips as you waved your hand at the boy. Mr. Ishida’s son blushed, back straightening as he dashed away before you could even introduce yourself.

You wondered if your approach was too brazen, if you were the cause of his getaway, but you soon realized he had probably recognized the steady footsteps of his father in the corridor. The hair on your neck stood, when the man walked in. Hardened gaze, he acknowledged your presence briefly, eyes flitting in the direction where his son had ran off in a hurry. He looked at his maid, murmuring a command you failed to catch, but that she did not waste any time in getting to.

Your mouth felt like chalk, heart weirdly pumping the blood faster, almost leaving you breathless, when the man walked up to you to introduce himself properly. You stood up, hands meeting midway to shake in a cordiality due in formal business encounters. You held his gaze, timidly bowing your head.

“Good evening, Mr. Ishida, I’m—” you tried, but his baritone timbre cut you off.

“I know who you are. You are indeed as young as I expected. — he commented dryly, letting go of your hand to go sitting in the armchair before the couch — You may sit. I have asked my maid to prepare some tea and fetch my son” he added, watching you sit back on your seat, hands splayed at your sides, as you imperceptibly nodded your head.

He was direct. You felt almost out of place, unsure of how to behave, what to say, of your own skills in tending children. What if the inflexible man squarely looking at you did not approve of your methods? Your stomach churned in apprehension at the mere thought of disappointing him, getting fired and be the cause of his foul mood. However, you had to still know him and grow familiar with the family habits to plan an accurate adaptation to the situation.

“Thanks, sir. — you finally mustered a reply — I am glad you have decided to give me a chance to help. Currently, I do not have other children to look after. I can stay here overnight as well, if it is necessary” you informed him, expecting him to esternate at least a grateful expression for your offer and dedication to the job you had just accepted. Too bad you figured he actually expected you to go to such lengths for him.

“Obviously” he shortly said, not even dignifying you with a glance, greyish eyes darting on the entrance as soon as his timid son and the maid joined you two.

You looked at the raven-haired boy, avoiding the stern gaze his father was directing to him. He hesitantly approached you two, standing next to the maid in search for protection, for a shield to defend himself from the piercing gaze of the doctor, of the only parent he could count on for the rest of his life. Your stomach churned, the atmosphere thick, the obnoxious silence in the sterile room broken only by the sound of the silver tray settled on the glass coffee table at your feet.

“Uryu. — Mr. Ishida dryly commenced, arms comfortably laying on the armrests of the leather chesterfield sofa — Do you mind telling me why you ran away earlier? There is a guest here, as you can see”.

Ouch. You involuntarily flinched, the maid compassionately glancing at the boy as she poured the tea for the three of you, careful not to let a single drop spill out. You wondered if you were going to grow accostumate to such deplorable scenes just like her.

Uryu stiffened, hands clutching the gown of the maid “I didn’t run away from her”.

You partially relaxed, connecting the dots and realizing your assumption was indeed correct. The boy was not reluctant to talk to you, but he was instead attempting to avoid his strict father.

“We will discuss about it later. — the man dispassionately asserted, hand gesturing for him to sit beside you — This is Miss. L/N. She is going to work here as your attendant. I expect you to properly behave yourself. If I hear a single complain about you—”.

You had no idea what had gotten into you. The flabbergasted looks you got from the kid and the maid were enough to make you realize you had crossed a line. Your empathy, though, could not allow to let that innocent kid to withstand such a treatment. You had acted without thinking, risking your own job before even starting it.

“I am confident I won’t make a complaint about him” you interjected, cold swear running down your back as you wrapped your hands around the warm cup offered to you by the shellshocked maid. You were ready to endure the same treatment Uryu had been subjected to a moment before, but you were even more shocked to watch the man standing up slowly and announcing your shift had just begun.

“You can stay for dinner. I have to go to the hospital”.

Uryu, agape, stared at you in admiration. When his father’s footsteps faded away, he smiled at you for the first time “Thanks” he piped out, ignoring the fact you were probably going to pay for your bravado with a headache later on.

Days went by mostly uneventful for the first few weeks. As you had imagined, Dr. Ishida mainly contacted you via emails, texts, or phone calls. You barely crossed paths with him, when he left for work. However, he paid you regularly and let you inhabit his house, have access to his library for your studies and even use the spare car to drive Uryu to birthday parties, or to the park. You were glad he seemed not to have remonstrances about your work. You had to admit that taking care of Uryu was an easy task. He was polite, committed to his studies and overly respectful of you.

Sometimes, he even sat on your lap, asking you to read him your textbooks out loud. While he could not wrap his head around most of the complex concepts you were dutifully explaining to him, he listened and, surprisingly, made sharp observations on them.

Some days were harder than others.

You were playing hide and seek and you could not find him anywhere. He had not escaped in the gardens and you had searched for him throughout the first floor. There was only an area you still had to explore. You never ventured around Dr. Ishida’s private chambers. First of all, you had no interest in frequenting those rooms. Secondly, while he had not explicitly told you not to meddle in his business, you were pretty sure he would have not appreciated your initiative to go through his personal belongings.

Uncertain, you put your insecurities aside and decided to investigate the zone. You were not shocked to spot the small kid, curled up in a ball, holding a photograph in his hand. Your stomach churned, deciding to give him a few minutes to himself to collect the pieces of his own heart. You knew you had to go to confront him, though. He probably had hidden in there since you turned around to count. You could not risk getting caught in that room by his father. Clearing your throat, you encouraged yourself and stepped in the office, careful not to make a sound.

“There you are! You got me worried this time around” you said, causing the boy to gasp and shove the picture behind his back, protectively.

You kept your distance at first, smiling gently “What are you looking at? Is it a precious thing?” you asked him softly.

Uryu pressed his lips together, pondering his answer before silently nodding his head.

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to share it with me. — you said tenderly, approaching him and pointing at the clock on the wall — But it’s time to dine. Your father will be joining us tonight” you reminded him, as Uryu looked up at you with glistening eyes. A meltdown was coming. Your heart skipped a beat, as you knelt down next to him and ruffled his hair affectionately.

He was too young for this.

“I miss my mom” Uryu mumbled lowly, shaking hand holding the picture he was staring at before you interrupted him. He handed it to you, his blue eyes shimmering in the gloomy light of tears brimming in his doe eyes. You were impotent, eyes fleeting briefly to the woman in the picture, reminding you so much of her son before you settled it down and hugged him tightly to your chest.

“Let it out, honey. It’s okay to cry sometimes. — you whispered, hand behind his nape as he sobbed on your chest, tears dampening your shirt — Wherever she is, I’m absolutely sure she misses you too”.

You consoled Uryu for a while, a comforting silence eveloping the office, until the door creaked opened and you turned your head towards the man in alarm. Your heart thrummed in your chest, mouth opening to apologize for the intrusion. It was unncessary. Mr. Ishida took notice of the picture laying on the floorboard at your side. He saw the way Uryu was clinging to you, the mortified and hurt expression on your face and his mind went straight to some months ago, to a reality he deep down missed like the shore misses the waves crashing on it, during the ebb tide.

He left, overbore, waiting for you to join him in the living room to consume your dinner.

It went smoothly. Dr. Ishida seemed to be too preoccupied monitoring his child from the other side of the table to spare you a look. The air was electric. You ate your dinner comfortably, until Uryu began to nibble at the zucchini left in his plate, manifesting a certain rebuttal to finish them. You took a sip of water, already sensing the ominious and, potentially catastrophical, outburst of the man at your left building up. It was not the right night for Uryu to be the victim of his father’s irritation.

“They are not my favourite as well” you chimed, drawing the attention of the two Ishida.

Uryu played with his silver fork, tilting his head to the side “But you ate it anyway… How did you do it?” the kid asked you quitely, only for you to draw a couple of stawberry candies from the pocket of your trousers and settling them over the pristine tablecloth.

You gave him a knowing look “Because I know that, if I eat all my veggies, I can have a treat” you lowly said.

Even though you caught a glimpse of Mr. Ishida’s jaw clenching in your peripheral, you still played your rule and watched in glee the small kid finish his meal. After giving him the right compensation, you accompanied him to wash his teeth and wear his pajamas. You indulged him in reading a tale from his favorite storybook, but he was too exhausted to last until the end. Another day had come to an end and you had successfully dodged all the bullets Dr. Ishida could fire at you.

That night, he had let you know you could go back home and have some rest. You therefore grabbed your coat, wrapping a scarf around your neck to protect yourself from the fierce, cold wind blowing strongly outside, and headed to the front door. You halted, when you heard Uryu’s father calling out your name.

Standing a few feet away from you, hand in his pocket, he seemed to be awaiting for you. His tone of voice was flat, not too hard, yet enough to leave you on the edge.

“Dr. Ishida, I was about to go home” you bowed your head.

“This is why I am here. It’s going to snow tonight. Let me drive you home” he offered, taking you off guard. You did not expect him to show you mercy. It was a warm gesture, after all, and you could not say you two were close. Not yet, at least. You had barely got the chance to have a conversation with him.

“You don’t have to! I live nearby… It’s a ten minutes walk” you babbled out, eyes straying away from his ones.

“I insist. I cannot have you getting sick. It is almost Christmas, which means longer shifts and busy schedule. This house requires your help” he remarked, drawing the keys of his car from the pocket. The authority in his timbre ended your futile attempts to protest. Abiding to his order, you let him lead you to his car outside.

As expected, the drive was short. Silence dominated the time you spent together. You doubted he would have even talked to you at all, if not to ask for the directions. He was concentrated on the road, a frown wrinkling his forehead as the first snoflakes began to fall on the city, melting over the windows of the car.

You had just unbuckled your seatbelt, when he turned to look at you for the first time since you had left his house. You always felt judged, looked down to, when his eyes landed on your form. This time, however, he did not seem upset.

“Thanks for the lift, Dr. Ishida”.

“Where did you buy those candies?”.

This was not what you expected him to ask you. The candies. They were your favourite brand, but it was hard to find them at the local supermarkets nowadays.

“Oh, I asked my uncle to purchase some of them for me. He works on the other side of the city and there is a shop that still sells them… — you replied, your cheeks strangely heating up much to your dismay — If you don’t want me to give them to Uryu, I won’t make such a mistake anymore!” you fretted, but his answer gave you something to think about for the whole night.

Ryuken Ishida huffed “Don’t stop. Kanae used to love them. Uryu adores them too”.

It was Christmas and you could unfortunately not spend it with your family. All the flights had been cancelled for an unprecedented snowstorm. On top of that, it was unsafe to leave your house and that was why Dr. Ishida had invited you to spend the Christmas at the Ishida manor. You could not refuse such a kind invitation. Also, maybe it was better to have more people around the house to raise Uryu’s spirits. It was the first important festivity he was going to spend without his mother.

You baked cookies together, during the Christmas Eve. You hardly believed a mature kid like him still believed in Santa, but it was a tradition you could confide in to kill the time and make the enviroment less frigid for him.

You were covered in flour and sugar, cleaning up the mess you two had made on the counter, when you heard footsteps behind you. You thought it was Uryu, who you had sent to wash his hands and face, but you were mistaken.

“How is it possible that you have already cleaned up?” you asked, turning around with a small grin on your face, only for your eyes to grow instantly round and your smile to drop. Standing a couple of feet away from you there was Dr. Ishida, giving up on his typical attire to leave space to a blue turtleneck and less formal trousers.

He was unamused, but he did not seem in the mood to scold you or anything. Instead, he let his eyes trail on your face, before handing you a rag “You may want to … Clean up as well, I guess” he suggested, a tinge of hesitation in his voice as you realized you were probably not presentable for the dinner.

Deeply embarrassed, you hastily grabbed the rag and began to dust the flour off of your face. You clumsily removed most of it, but without a mirror you were uncapable to tell where you needed to pass the cloth. You felt a large hand encompass your wrist delicately, pulling your hand away to stop you. The unexpected gesture and touch sent frissons over your back, your lips parting in surprise, as Ryuken took the cloth from your hand and helped you out.

You stayed silent, eyes softening, when he carefully tapped your nose, the angle of your mouth. All the while, his other hand never left your wrist. You were so close you could smell his cologne, masculine, distinguished, rich. You felt ashamed of yourself for even thinking about him under certain aspects of life. He had recently lost his wife. He had a kid. You were just a girl who helped him around the house, the equivalent of one of the maids working for him.

“T-Thank you… I’m almost done here” you stammered, nervously, when he discarded the rag on the counter at your back.

Ryuken exhaled through his nostrils “I can’t explain how it is possible, but sometimes you act just like her. It’s becoming impossible discerning you two in my memories” he spoke out, stopping your heart for a split second with such a potent assertion. Your conversation came to an abrupt end, when you heard Uryu’s laughters from upstairs, followed by the padding of his feet, a clear sign he was coming downstairs.

Ryuken left the kitchen, only blessing you two with his presence at dinner. You spent the night playing boardgames with Uryu, until he was too sleepy to continue and you convinced him to go to bed. His father, though, was restless. When you went back downstairs, you found him sitting before the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, eyes transfixed on the flames.

You ambled in the living room with your heart in your throat, unsure of what to tell him, if not “Aren’t you tired, sir?”.

He swirled the liquor in the glass disinterestedly “And you?” he shortly asked you, not dignifying you with an answer.

You looked at your feet “I was about to go to bed. — you informed him, deciding to let him alone with his thoughts — Goodnight, Mr. Ishida”.

“Ryuken. Call me Ryuken”.

And it was Ryuken the name keeping you awake in your bed. You were among the blankets, a familiar warmth spreading through your cheeks, a dull need aching in between your thighs. But you denied yourself the joy of a release, not when you could not feel attracted to Ryuken.

You were in your room, preparing your bag to go back home, when you heard a knock on the door. Ryuken entered the guest room, closing the door behind him. You inwardly felt your heart tremble in your ribcage at that, but you tried your best to ignore the sensation.

“Are you sure you don’t need a lift home?” he asked you monotonously, casually approaching you.

“Yes, I am. Don’t worry about me. The snow is finally melting, the sun is up. I will survive” you reassured him, checking the room out briefly to spot your belongings around. Once you had made sure you were not forgetting anything, you were ready to leave. Your hand had just reached for the bag, when Ryuken’s own hand forced you to turn around to face him.

You were puzzled at first, too much in a hurry, to realize he had grasped your chin and pressed his lips against yours. When you came back to your senses, you shuddered, hands scrambling up to grasp the collar of his shirt in your hands, to hold him closer, as his body pushed you against the desk.

You should have stopped. His tongue however was already battling against yours, his hand slithering down your abdomen and disappearing beneath your skirt. You felt his fingers stroke your heat through your panties, before tugging the flimsy material to the side and making contact with your slippery folds.

You felt ashamed at how wet you were. On the other hand, he appreciated it. His middle finger circled your entrance, teasing the outline, before smoothly sinking in.

“Dripping at the faintest touch, just like her” you did not know what made you determined enough to continue after such an uncalled comparison. Still, you did. You let out a choked moan against his lips, brows furrowing when he inserted another finger into your sappy count.

“Ryuken—”.

“Just like that. Call me like that again” he instructed you, thumb rubbing at your throbbing clitoris to accelerate your orgasm. You barely were able to hold yourself up, knuckles whitening and fingers tightening around the edge of the desk at your back, when he raised your thigh for a better access to your entrance and thrusted his fingers harder into you. It felt better than you had ever imagined. It felt better because, even if you wished you could forget it right now, he was a man, he had been married, he knew how to touch a woman correctly.

You both wanted more. But he did let you go, after that, looking forwards for the next activity. Fingering you like he did to her had helped him forget how miserable life had always been for him, even before marrying Kanae. You were a brief distraction, a pleasant one, a clueless girl who acted way too much like his late wife. He did not want to hurt you. He should have kept his distance, maintaining a septic professionalism like he did with the nurses at work. But he could not. And when he brought his fingers to his lips, he knew he could not abstain from owning you completely.

In front of Uryu, nothing changed between your two. He kept his distance, but you felt the slight change in the way his gaze lingered on you for longer than it used to. You felt his eyes substituting his late wife to you, you felt him mentally comparing you to her.

It saddened you. On the other hand, you excused him. Probably, if you were in his position, you would search for a placebo too. You had to admit you tried to keep the moments you two spent together to a minimum. Eventually, after two weeks of running away from him, you found yourself in his bedroom. You had never been there. You would have never imagined he was going to undress you in that room, when you had agreed to work for him. And now, whilst he kissed you passionately, one hand on your hip to hold you close to his body and the other one sliding behind your nape to angle your head at his likings, you knew there was no turning back from that.

His hand splayed over your stomach, when he pushed you down on the bed, left goosebumps on your skin. You closed your eyes, sighing when his fingers worked on your jeans and tugged them down your legs.

“Roll on your stomach, please” he evenly instructed you, busying himself with undressing himself.

You complied to his request, hands sliding over the silky blankets, as you arched your spine for him. You counted the seconds spent in awaiting for his body to engulf yours. The sound of a condom’s package ripping, his lips grazing your cheekbone and the bulbous head of his cock pushing into you teasingly sent you in a spiral of vanity and eagerness.

“Ryuken, don’t tease me” you whispered, the man behind you nosing your cheek.

“It always baffles me how you act and sound like her, while I have never told you anything about my late wife” he commented, right before sliding into you with a groan. You were unable to restrain your own cry of pleasure. His hand promptly covered your mouth, though.

After all, Uryu was sleeping upstairs and he was a responsible father.

Ryuken was not gentle with you. He fucked roughly, fingertips grasping your hips, clawing at your skin, leaving marks that would have turned purple the following days. His thrusts made tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks. Your tightness was different than Kanae’s. He felt pleasure, immense pleasure, but he remembered perfectly what to compare that sensation to. It felt like making love to his late wife back when she was still his girlfriend, before they got married, before she gave birth to Uryu.

Young and his, you were whimpering softly against the palm of his hand, hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.

“Ryuken, what am I to you?” you breathly asked, walls clamping around his cock, as he left open-mouthed and desperate kisses on the crook of your neck. He was close, you could tell it by the change of the tempo, by the erratic movements. Your heart beated a staccato you had never experienced before.

The man grunted, teeth grasping your tender lobe between them as you two finished simultaneously. He took his time to provide you an answer. Your knackered body was writhing over his bed, pride in his gaze as he tossed the condom in the bin and removed his now fogged glasses to rub his eyes in tiredness. He had owned you. The night could now only pass quickly, allowing him to have a good rest after months of pain and migraines.

“My son’s babysitter and—”.

“You don’t have to answer”.

Sometimes, things were better left unspoken.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello, my dear readers. As previously stated on a post, I am struggling to like my works as of late. Probably, I just need to find a new style, or dimension for me to blossom. I love Ryuken and this is my first time writing for him. I know the story is angsty, but I wanted to explore this side of him we barely had to chance to delve into. Comments, likes and re-posts are greatly appreciated! Let me know your impressions.

Love,

— Luce

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KINKTOBER DAY 3 - Orgasm Denial (+ age gap): Ryuken Ishida x Female Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Dr. Ishida was a brilliant doctor, earning the praise of all those working at Karakura Hospital. His dedication to his work inspired you to become a doctor yourself, leading you to work at the same hospital. Years have gone by, and the staff continue to praise the Head Director's work, but how little do they know how much control he seeks, especially with you.

TW: MDNI! Slight age gap between Ryuken and you (but you're older than Uryuu), orgasm denial, use of sex toys, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talk, slight hints of a dom/sub relationship.

Word count: 1849

Read on AO3 here.

You made your way through your unit, conducting your regular rounds to visit your patients. Reviewing patient chart, after patient chart, and listening to the worries and concerns from your patients’ loved ones, you were weary by the time you reached the nursing station.

But as exhausted as you were, you worked hard for this career and loved being a doctor. You thanked the staff for their hard work today. One of the nurses wanted your consultation on the next steps of a patient’s discharge plan, when Dr. Ishida, the head director of the Karakura Hospital entered the ward.

You bowed your head politely but continued your discussion with the nurse. The charge nurse informed you on the general updates of their unit to him. You didn’t pay close attention to their conversation but noticed him walking away to the next unit.

Once he was out of earshot, some of the nurses and residents gushed about him, “Dr. Ishida is so handsome.” One said, followed by someone else chiming in “he’s such an incredible doctor, his patients seem to adore him.” Comment after comment, praising him for being a talented doctor and leader for the hospital.

The nurse who you were speaking with quietly asked you, “I mean, isn’t that why you decided to work at this hospital, Doctor?”

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to work with Dr. Ishida?” A fellow responded, laughing loudly.

The small group laughed, with you joining in. Once the laughter died down, you shared with the group your reasons for working at the Karakura Hospital. You had long admired the work of Dr. Ishida, and you had seen his bedside manner and care for a distant relative of yours while you were in high school.

You had always been driven to become a doctor, but he set the standard for you on how a doctor should be. He was thoughtful and driven.

But people have always said “don’t meet your heroes.” You worked hard during medical school, during residency and your fellowship, and you achieved your goal for working in Karakura Hospital.

But how would the staff react to knowing their wonderful Dr. Ishida, so dutiful to medicine and his patients, was dating one of the much younger doctors?

When the two of you had begun dating, he was strict, as if he was compartmentalizing his feelings for you and his duty to the hospital as a medical professional. You would see this in action with Ryuken’s own young adult son, a man a few years younger than you. Ryuken was cold with his son, the few times the three of you would have dinner together, but tried to be patient with Uryuu nonetheless. And in private, would talk about Uryuu with a gentle tone in his voice.

From what you had seen about Ryuken, from work to his personal life, control was of upmost importance to him. If there was one thing you knew for certain about the man, he hated rumours and gossip. You never felt as if he was ashamed of his relationship with you, but more so that there was a distinction between romance, work, and everything else in his life.

The nursing staff would be aghast as to how he was like in the bedroom though, you laughed to yourself. The nurse you were speaking asked what was funny, “oh nothing, I was just reminding myself of what the fellow said earlier.” You gave a gentle smile. “If there’s anything else I need to review, please bring it to me, or else I’ll be heading out now.” You said to the attending nurses.

It was your day off, a rare event in your life. You had already planned out your day – reading, reading, and more reading. You wanted to be up to date in your field, learning and understanding any new research that had come to light.

But Ryuken had other plans. The man was never one for texting, but rather call you, leaving you a voicemail stating he would be visiting your place for lunch.

You weren’t particularly fussed about lunch, making something simple, yet filling for the two of you. You also knew Ryuken hated being too full at work.

Ryuken had brought you a coffee, and a shopping bag from a store you didn’t recognize, but he left it alone for the entirety of lunch. Lunch was quiet affair, as he asked you what you had done so far during the day. You shared with him interesting articles you had read, discussing with him new techniques and technologies on the way. Ryuken smiled at you softly, watching the way you lit up sharing these things with him.

The hour went by quickly, with Ryuken preparing his leave, but just before he left, he gave you the shopping bag. “I made a reservation for dinner, and I want you to wear this.” He said, his tone even as he quickly checked his tie in the mirror by your door.

“Thank you? But I have plenty of dresses I could have worn.” You said, carefully peering into the bag.

“I know, but I saw this on a mannequin in store and thought of you when I saw it.” Ryuken remarked, his voice cold, as if he were telling you the time. But you knew he was sincere in his actions. Gifts from him were truly thoughtful matters.

You smiled at the bag, seeing white fabric inside, “I’m happy to wear it.” You kissed him on the cheek, smelling the faint scent of cigarettes, and watched him depart for the hospital.

Ryuken had bought you a simple, cream-coloured maxi dress with billowy sleeves, yet fairly form fitting at the top, nipping you at the waist. It then fell to a floating skirt below. The sleeves had little accents of blue and grey, which reminded you of some of the clothing Ryuken wore, leading you to question if had truly bought it, or had it custom made.

Either way, you adorned yourself with simple jewelry, make up and footwear, waiting for Ryuken to arrive.

As soon as you had finished getting ready, Ryuken was at your door, but he didn’t usher you to leave with him just yet.

“It fits you like a glove.” He remarked, inspecting your figure. “But it’s missing something.”

Confusion spread across your face as he pulled you to your bedroom. He pushed you on to the bed and looked down on you. His face was stern, as if he were assessing you for something. You were nervous.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, as he looked straight into your eyes.

“Yes, of course? But what’s wrong?” Confusion echoed through your voice, wondering why he was acting this way. He was usually very direct, so matter-of-fact in his words and actions.

“You ignored me yesterday,” Ryuken remarked, pushing your legs apart. The familiar drop of arousal came with it, as the skirt of your dress began to ride up your thighs. You shuddered from his touch as he coldly stared at you.

“You were busy, I didn’t want to interrupt.” You whimpered out, as he pushed your skirt past your underwear.

You had decided to wear a nude thong, worried that the dress was a bit sheer. Ryuken clicked his tongue in approval of your choice.

“You won’t be needing this.” Ryuken said, with an indifferent tone, as he pulled your thong off your body.

“But what about our reservation?” You shrieked, “won’t we be late?”

“I cancelled it.” Ryuken calmly explained.

It was then he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a remote-controlled vibrator you were curious about. That was so long ago, you thought. You were casually browsing an online sex toy shop at Ryuken’s home, and he asked what you were looking at it. You made a passing comment about how you thought the vibrator looked fun but paid no mind to it. But Ryuken certainly did.

Ryuken’s warm fingers spread your pussy lips apart, with his thumb circling your clit. You moaned softly as his thumb rubbed against your clit gently. Soon Ryuken’s finger was circling your entrance before he pushed it in. He pumped his finger out of you, your pussy growing wetter with each motion, before he pulled his hand away.

You whined at the sudden loss, until you felt something unfamiliar gently stretch your pussy and something else grazing your clit.

It was then, Ryuken got off the bed and watched over you, his phone in his hand. As soon as you tried to get up, an intense pulse came from the snug toy inside your pussy, followed by a whirring of something pressed against your clit. You screamed at the intensity, writhing as Ryuken toyed with the different levels of the toy, a satisfied smirk appearing on his lips.

The vibrations were relentless, as you felt tears prick your eyes. Your pussy clamped around the toy as its clit portion pulsated at random intervals – you couldn’t discern its pattern.

“I’m going to cum!” You shrieked, as you gripped your bed sheets.

Then the vibrations stopped. Ryuken immediately grabbed your face in one hand, his eyebrows knitted, “you know better than that.” He sneered, to which you whined in response. You needed to cum so badly. Ryuken’s hand flew to your hair, grabbing a fistful, forcing you to look up at him. “You’re not allowed to cum unless I say you can. Did you forget that?” He ordered, the grip on your hair tightening.

You sobbed as you felt your pussy throb from being so close to relief. “I’m sorry sir, please let me cum.”

Ryuken smirked, “good girl”, letting go of your hair. He kneeled next to you, unzipping his pants and pulling out his soft cock. “But even better girls please their master before cumming.” As he pulled your head to his cock.

You began to lap at his tip, feeling him twitch and harden against your mouth. You sucked his tip, feeling the taste of his precum on your lips, before working your way down.

It was then you jolted, as the vibrator worked its magic again. You moaned around Ryuken’s cock, with his steady hand back on your head, slowly forcing his cock down your throat. Tears pricked your eyes, as you felt your pussy throb and spasm, but you couldn’t cum. You tried to steal your resolve on sucking Ryuken off, as you bobbed your head on his cock.

The vibrations were relentless, with Ryuken giving a cold stare at you, watching you struggle to keep your pace. He narrowed his eyes, as he pulled you off his cock, a string of your saliva linking your mouth to the tip of his cock, “you’ve been slacking off, slut.” Ryuken coldly explained, as he gripped his cock, gently tapping your face with it. “But we have all night, so open your mouth.” Flashing you another smirk as the vibrator increased in intensity.

Your eyes rolled as the vibrator continued to whirl around you, while your mouth was stuffed with Ryuken’s cock.

This was going to be a long night indeed.

Thanks for reading! This mini-fic was set to Hidden Face's "White Carousel."

[truelotus]

brat tamer! ryuken ishida PLEASE.

do what you want, i need ryuken smut so bad

Ride ᢉ𐭩 Ryuken Ishida X F! Reader

𓂃۶ৎ warning: brat! reader, oral sex (M! Receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, choking

𓂃۶ৎ a/n: I hope I did this right LMAO, I TRIED to write in a different way this time. I’ve never actually wrote any brat characters or tamers so this was my first time😢

Drool dripped down your chin as your head bobbled up and down of Ryuken’s thick size. It was almost too much, he was fucking the shit out of your mouth.

He let you have a breather, you were a panting mess while on all fours, you looked up at him with teary eyes and a flushed face, “See, this is what you get for being such a,” you felt him slap the tip of your cock on your face, “brat.”

“You’re so.. annoying Ryu.” You choked out, wiping the drool off your chin. He chuckled before shoving his cock right back into your mouth.

“That’s a good girl, just like that.” He said while pushing your head further down to his cock, causing you to choke.

You accidentally used your teeth while deep throating him, he took his cock out of your mouth and slapped it against your cheek again, “Don’t use your teeth.” His eyebrows furrowed together in frustration, shoving it right back into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed as you continued to suck on his cock, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. Soft grunts escaped his lips, even during this moment you looked beautiful to him.

He threw his head back, shooting a load of his warm sticky cum into your mouth, “make sure to swallow.” He used your knee to shut your mouth, watching you gulp.

“Whatever, satisfied?” You wiped your mouth from the salvia that dripped out.

Ryuken looked down at your swollen lips before licking his own, he was far from being finished with you.

“You’re complaining too much.” He whispered, leaning in and pressing his forehead against yours before closing the small distance between you two.

He picked you up and carried you to the bed, placing you down gently as if you were a glass vase.

Your breath hitched once your back hit the bed, Ryuken wasn’t the type to waste time. He lifted your legs, putting them on his shoulder, your feet now facing the ceiling.

“For one who complains so much, you don’t seem eager to be finished.” He used the tip of his cock to tease your wet folds.

“As if.” You whimpered out, trying to compose yourself. You were just going to give him what he wanted if you let your moans already.

“Mm,”He murmured before smashing his lips against yours in a rough manner, “Well let’s see how long you can last.” He muttered between the kiss.

“Longer than you think.” You smirked at him before he shut you up again, the kiss was beginning to get sloppy, you could feel his heart racing against your chest and of course yours was racing as well.

Slowly he pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck.

He looked down and he watched how slowly his cock disappeared into your cunt, a sharp moan escaped your lips.

He wanted to check if you were okay, but you were acting like such a brat earlier. He was going to make you pay for that.

You began to moan uncontrollably as he circled your clit with his thumb, now you didn’t care that you were giving him what he wants.

Because this is what you truly wanted as well.

Wet sounds of each thrust filled the room, along with your moans and grunts from Ryuken. His eyebrows were furrowed together and you could see a sweat drop coming down from his forehead, “Fuck..” he hissed.

Your walls clamped down onto him, his hand made its way to your throat, choking you slightly, “Look at you, you’re.. fuck.. clamping down on me. Such a greedy girl.” His eyes were locked on yours, eyes full of lust and love.

Your breasts bounced with every thrust, he was far from gentle and his speed was fast.

Once he saw you getting too comfortable, he flipped you over, your face now buried into the pillow.

A sharp smack landed on your ass, making you gasp. Then another, you looked back at him with a slightly confused expression, “You deserve some kind of punishment don’t you?” He grabbed the back of your head and forcefully pushed it down to the pillow, muffling your moans.

The overstimulation made your eyes roll back, eyes now teary. “F-Fuck.. oh my gosh. More Ryu.. please.” You cried out

Ryuken smacked your ass again before picking up his pace, slamming into your walls in a harsh manner, “I knew you wouldn’t last long.”

“Just shut up and fuck me Ryu.” Your words were shaky by his thrusts.

His thrusts were beginning to get sloppy, he growled, “I’m gonna cum right in you okay? And you’re going to take it.” With just a few more thrusts, rough ones, he let out a load groan. Filling your pussy to the brim with his cum.

He stayed still for a moment, making sure that his seed was planted in you.

He flipped you over again, grabbing your throat and smashing his lips against yours, “That wasn’t so bad was it?” You saw the slight smirk he had as he pulled back.

“You’re impossible Ryu.”

“You’re the more hardheaded one here.”

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

If there was a hospital and all these fine ass mofos worked there I ain't being discharged ever. I will be sick all the time. *cough cough*

[brittscafe]

Kinktober Day 26

Kinktober Day 26: Daddy kink, Ryuken Ishida x female reader.

Your heels click along the hospital's shiny floors, echoing in the empty hallway. You turn down the corner and eyes lock onto Ryuken's office sitting in the back.

You slide open the door and it glides smoothly. You step inside and close the door behind you, gazing over at Ryuken.

Ryuken leans against the wall, his white jacket neatly folded and on the back of his desk chair. His white ice hair is a little ruffled and messy from the long day of work. A cigarette is sitting in between his fingers, smoke blowing out from his mouth.

His thin glasses rest on the bridge of his nose and his narrow blue eyes are heavy with tiredness.

"You do know that this is a hospital, right?" you scoff out, letting out a tiny chuckle. Ryuken's eyes shift up from the ground and over to you.

"Yes," Ryuken replies dryly, his deadpan expression not even budging slightly.

"So, you know that you shouldn't smoke in a place full of people who are in here because of it?" you ask, cocking an eyebrow. Ryuken places the cigarette in between his pink lips and inhales deeply.

You know that Ryuken smokes to release his stress, especially after work. The golden rays of sun peak in through the large window behind his desk.

The sun is starting to set over the horizon.

The golden rays glisten onto Ryuken's pale face as exhales the smoke, filling the room. Ryuken's eyes rake up and down your body, the way your skirt is short, too damn short for his liking. Your shirt is slightly riding up, exposing a little sliver of your torso.

Ryuken bites down on his bottom lip, trying to control his inner thoughts. He lowers the cigarette and dips it into the ashtray, laying it there.

"You're not exactly dressed appropriately for a hospital," Ryuken takes note.

"Well, I wasn't planning on coming here, but your shift ended a whole hour ago and you hadn't come home. I was worried, Ryuken," you speak softly.

Ryuken's heart skips a beat at the sound of his name leaving your lips with such a gentle tone. Ryuken lowers his head, his white bangs falling into his face.

You walk over to him, heels clicking and reaching out. Your hand grabs onto his cold one, squeezing it slightly. His fingers wrap around your hand and he lets out a heavy sigh.

Ryuken brings his hand up from his side, placing it on your cheek and brushing his thumb across your skin. He lifts his head up, eyes meeting yours.

Ryuken desperately presses his lips to yours like he needs your lips to breathe. His hand grabs onto your hip, pulling your body against his.

Your lips open slightly, allowing Ryuken to slide his tongue inside of your mouth. His tongue clashes with yours, a moan rumbling up from your chest.

You press your hand onto his chest, feeling his heart thud against your palm. His fingers dig into your hip, your breasts pressing up against his chest.

Ryuken's lips are soft and silky against yours. He can feel the soft tickle of your breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through your hair as you breathe each other in.

Warmth blossoms in your chest and Ryuken slowly pulls away from your lips. You gasp for air after the passionate, needy kiss. Ryuken's eyes darken, lust and desire are laced behind his orbs.

Your fingers trace along his back tie, gazing up at him through your eyelashes and batting them.

Tell me what you need, daddy."

That lights up a primal instinct inside of Ryuken that burns deep and is glowing. His cock throbs at your words and

"I need you to...turn around and bend over the desk," Ryuken demands and you nod your head, a playfully smile along your face.

You walk over to the desk and and bend over across it, your ass up in the air. Ryuken lets out a shaky breath, undoing his belt and tossing it aside.

A wet spot starts to grow in your underwear as you hear him inpatiently pull down his pants and boxers. You press your palms down on the cold desk, a shiver running up your spine.

You squeeze your thighs together as Ryuken walks up to you, placing a hand on your back. His hand travels up your spine and he presses your head to the desk.

Your cheek presses against the desk as your breasts are smooshed.

Ryuken rolls up your skirt, revealing the pink thong that you are wearing. He lets out a low, deep chuckle and his hand meets your ass with a loud spanking sound.

You yelp and Ryuken's fingers knead into the flesh of your ass, squeezing it. He raises his hand and his eyes glue onto the red hand mark along your ass.

He grins widely and his cock starts to grow hard. Ryuken pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and presses himself against you.

His hand is steady on your head, keeping you pressed against the desk. His bare cock is pressed against your inner thigh and you groan slightly.

"Daddy, please," you whimper out. Ryuken smirks to himself and his fingers toy around with your thong. He slowly pulls the thong down and it pools around your ankles.

You spread your legs, giving Ryuken a view of your dripping, aching pussy. His hand slaps against your pussy and you moan loudly. His thumb rubs against your clit and your body jolts.

"Fuck, you're so wet me, y/n," Ryuken groans out, his erection growing along your thigh.

"Please, just fuck me, Ryuken. Please, I can't take it anymore," you whimper out, his finger tracing along your wet hole. He grins widely and tugs on your hair.

"You're gonna have to beg a little harder than that, baby," he chimes out and the tears fill your eyes. His fingertips are teasing your pussy making you clench around nothing, begging for friction.

His slender fingers run up and down your fingers. You glance back at him, eyes brimmed with tears. He wears a slight grin on his pale face and the darkness in his eyes hasn't faded away.

"P-please, daddy. I want to feel you inside of me," you beg him, tears sliding down your cheek. He chuckles lowly and pulls his hand away from your core.

He lathers his cock in your arousal and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Ryuken grabs onto his cock, stroking it a few times before lining up with your entrance.

The head of his cock glides along your folds and you squirm against him. Ryuken groans loudly, throwing his head back as he slides inside of your hole.

Your mouth gapes open as he stuffs his thick cock inside of you and a moan leaves your lips.

"F-fuck, you're so tight," Ryuken groans out, feeling your walls clamp around his length. He gazes at the way your spine bends for him and your ass is up in the air.

His hand squeezes your ass as he starts to roll his hips back and forth. A soft moan leaves your throat each time the head of his cock teases your sweet spot.

Ryuken dips his head down and places a soft kiss along your spine, thrusting back inside of you. Your eyes rolls into the back of your head and your jaw goes slack.

His skin slaps against yours, filling the office. You whine and a series of moans leave your lips. Ryuken's eyes lock onto your ass jiggling and bouncing with each harsh thrust.

You glance back, eyes full of tears and Ryuken's cock twitches inside of you. The sight of your teary face makes Ryuken thrust into you harder and you cry out.

Your walls clench around his length and he hisses. "Damn it, y/n. I'm going to cum," Ryuken speaks through gritted teeth. Your pussy throbs at his words and Ryuken lets out a low groan.

He pants heavily and a startled gasp leaves his lips as thick slick ropes of cum shoot out from the head of Ryuken's cock. The warm liquid stuffs your pussy and you whimper.

Ryuken's hand slides underneath your stomach and his thumb starts to rub your clit.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" Ryuken asks, pressing down on your sensitive clit. You moan loudly as Ryuken sinks his cock back inside your hole.

"Yes, daddy," you nod your head obediently. Your inner thighs start to tremble and your moans grow louder. His juices start to leak out from your hole and your body tingles.

"Good girl," Ryuken chuckles out and that sends you straight to your release, clamping down around him. A series of beautiful sounds leave your lips as warm cum leaks out from your pussy.

Ryuken lets out a shaky breath, his length becoming coated in your juices. You pant heavily and rest your head against the desk. Ryuken slowly slides out of you, his cock now soft.

Ryuken wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you up from the desk. Your body is limp and weak in his strong grasp. Ryuken lets you lean against his chest, catching your breath.

Ryuken nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, pressing soft, wet kisses there. His body is warm and still tingling from the actions the two of you just performed.

Ryuken is grateful that you allow him to release steam and his stress, after all, it is his favorite way to release his pent up stress.

Tags: @stygianoir@noyaistall@luci-goosey-bbg

Daddy Ryuken makes me want to chew off my fingers 😭

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 27: FEMDOM Ryuken Ishida x F! Reader

Requested by: @toofilthy ➡ May I request day 27 with ryuken ishida. I forgot to add extra kinks, biting, bondage, degrading, overstim and praise. tw: mdni. femdom. young ryuken (around the everything but the rain timeline). needy sub ryuken. overstim. degrading and praising. overstimulation. shibari/bondage. jerking off him to tears. nipple play. Somehow I remembered the song "But It's better If You Do" by Panic! and got inspired by it wc: 1.4k masterlist

“I can’t believe you are here again, Ryu-chan…” “Mistress I beg you, one last time…”

The young doctor of silver hair and his broken heart; some people manage their problems with alcohol, some with drugs, other… with sex.

On his knees, he asks for one last service; for one last time. Again. Masaki has finally left for uni, but in reality, she only wanted to escape with Isshin. He couldn’t say anything, he was just like his “cousin”… but truth is, he loved her.

“It’s ok, Ryu-chan… please, your hands on your thighs. Now” you accede; it wouldn’t be wrong to guide him towards pleasure one last time. You were sure this time would be the last.

“Yes, my mistress” he shily pronounces, adopting the perfect submissive position. His soft doctor hands rest on his legs, his head down, his beautiful blue eyes shut.

Ryuuken needs, from time to time, to let someone else to take control of his body… and there you are, wearing the black boots that he likes the most.

“My dear Ryu-chan, you look so miserable lately… how could you be this pathetic, my sweet boy?” you ask, having fun as you degrade him. And the more you do, while caressing his pale cheek, the more his khaki pants tent.

You then proceed to take off his glasses. For this, he doesn’t really need to see, but rather feel. Softly, you let the frames on a table side, and then proceed to inspect the growing dark circles. You notice the soft smell of tobacco coming from his lips, meaning that he has started to smoke.

“Ryu-chan… have you been smoking?” you scold him, burying your long nails into his cheeks. His pouty lips are to die for, his eyes of pleasure and pain are the beautiful representations of yielding you adore.

He tries to look to the side; he knows he shouldn’t smoke. Specially, because of Masaki thinking a man looks cool while doing so. Ryuken is ashamed.

“I’m sorry my mistress… I couldn’t help it” he admits it, with blushed cheeks and hands that slowly slide from his thighs to his crotch.

You look at him up and down, with disgusted expression he can see very clear despite not wearing his glasses. You shake his head and then push him with enough strength to make him fall back into the ground.

Like a beaten animal, who is accepting his faith, he looks at you from the side. Teary eyes, as wet as the spot of precum forming on one side of his crotch. Ryuken is actively choosing to become a victim, a helpless creature to you.

Your sigh, acting like a mother who is more than disappointed at him. It is strange how humans tend to fall for the same type of abuse they suffer…

Your boot, of a dangerously sharp heel, lands in between his slightly spread legs. His crotch, absolutely dampened, gets avoided by barely a few centimetres. Haven’t been for your control, his sex would have suffered an irreparable pain… thing you aren’t sure he might want in the future.

“You are a disappointment to me, Ryuken. Such a young healthy boy ruining his lungs for a slut. Because you want that slut, but you can’t have her. You know that, right?” you spit, with overly mean tone. He likes humiliation, he likes to be degraded.

“I… know… but…” he mourns, tears falling through his cheeks; his short nails carving marks on the carpet of your room. He chokes back tears, sniffles, and stands in all fours, crawling to your leg. “Forgive me, Mistress. I will do anything”

You look at him holding to your thigh for dear life. His tears wet your black skirt. And his desperate attempts to be good enough for a feminine figure and also with great effort trying to look as pathetic as possible, break your heart. Even yours, a cold one, a heart that gets excited with his suffering can’t really stand to see a man that miserable.

“Ok, ok… calm down. Would you like mommy to tie you today?” you ask, showing him little hints of benevolence that spark in him the sweet smile of a cute kid.

“Please, please” he murmurs, as you wipe his tears with your thumb and help him stand up.

You guide Dr. Ishida to your bed and ask him to undress. You want him to wait for you absolutely naked. And exactly as you ask for, he does.

When you finally get the blue ropes, those you use for extra pressure on his beautiful milky skin, he gets excited. The more tight they get, the more marks he will get and therefore the longer they will last… Ryuken has the habit of watching the bruises slowly fade away, the same way the sanity in her mind does.

“Ok, baby. Now, let’s get you perfectly tied!” you chime, hitting your palm with the tip of the rope.

He flashes his ocean eyes in between his moonlight bangs, showing him why he is the perfect submissive. You are sure you will miss this man when he finally accepts he has lost Masaki Kurosaki.

You crawl to bed, playfully kissing the bridge of his right foot. Then, you proceed to begin developing the Shibari technique from his ankle to his thigh.

Soon enough, you are finished. You had tied his legs in such way he gets them spread open, with his shins against the back of his thighs. The soles of his feet are rubbing one against the other, and his hard, throbbing sex, dripping precum right on his belly.

You take a mental photograph of such a beautiful image; his skin becoming red, squeezed by the roughness of the ropes. His desperate façade, as you haven’t restricted his hands and still ordered him not to jerk.

You then, letting your ears fill by the symphony of his low whimpering, position yourself behind him.

“Ryu-chan, baby… rest your back on mommy’s chest” you command, receiving him in your embrace. The warmth of his skin against your breasts feels absolutely wonderful and not to mention the way his abs spasms do on your palms as you slide down your hand.

You grab his dick, while your free hand pinches his right nipple.

“Will you come for me, Ryu-chan?” “Ye-yes… ngh…”

You stop, and then pull harder for his nipple. “Yes, what?” you ask, annoyed.

“Yes, Mommy! I’m sorry!” he instantly pleads for mercy, even if the more you crush him in between your fingertips, the more precum he sprouts on the back of your hand.

“Good boy! Now, let’s cum!” you chime, kissing his temple from the side.

You begin pumping, with great expertise. Up, down, around. Sometimes, lubricated by his own neediness, tapping on his gland with no mercy. And as you do, you enjoy how he squirms in your arms, wishing to close his legs, being absolutely unable to do so.

It really doesn’t take much for you to make him reach the edge, where he is about to jump to the abyss of sexual eruption and melt in your arms. However, even if he does, you won’t let Ryuken rest…

“I am coming mommy…” he whimpers, biting his lower lip almost to the point of drawing blood from it.

“Are you? How much are you coming, Ryu-chan? Show me!” you laugh, pumping harder and stronger.

He begins moaning, louder. A man’s whimpering should be considered like a holy song of creation. Ryuken grips the velvety sheets underneath, squirming, marking his thighs more and more as he tries to close his legs.

And soon, the climax. His eyes turning white, the back of his head carving on your chest, his back completely curled.

“Good boy! Look how much cummies you did! But I think it’s not enough, I’m sure you have more left inside you!” you perversely exclaimed, as you keep jerking him off, overstimulating him to painful yet pleasing extents.

“I… I can’t… I can’t take no more!” he begins crying again, as you grab his face to kiss him and shut him up.

“Shhh shh! Let me see you squirt” you scoff, right on his lips even if you are pretty sure he is not even listening but rather fighting with death not to be taken to heaven or hell.

Little sprouts of clear fluid are finally pumped out of him, until you get satisfied. He is drenched in sweat. The commissure of his lips shiny with saliva. And the fluids of his orgasm pooling on his belly button, overflowing with every motion through the sides of his tiny waist.

You did well, Ryuken… now rest for a little time until you come back home to be the young Dr. Ishida and the last hope for the Quincy…

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[bleach-your-panties]

LMAO. I was just listening to WAP and remembered these 😄😭

Random Bleach Characters Reacting to 'WAP' Lyrics

I haven't posted anything in a bit, so after listening to WAP I got the idea to make these. I'll post more tomorrow, I'm tired lmao. ❤

Song: WAP - Cardi B ft. Meg Thee Stallion

[satsugacafe]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜𝐬

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Jugram, Byakuya, Jushiro, Ryuken, Starrk

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: can I request a nsfw scenario in which, the usually calm and collected characters (Jugram, Byakuya, maybe Ryuken or Jushiro or anyone else you'd like or think fits this prompt) end up consuming something which had aphrodisiac in it (whether it was all part of the reader's plan from the beginning or not is up to you, if you know what I'm saying.. 👀) which results in the ever composed men behaving almost uncharacteristically once they get a hold of the reader, acting more touchier and desperate. basically like a starved beast which escaped its cage. you can add your own charm and ideas to it too or remove anything you'd like! thank you in advance, I love your writing. <3

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: For the life of me, I can’t tell which scenario was my favourite to write because I was having a jolly great time writing them losing their composure 🤭. I loved this request far too much. Also, I did a mixture of reader knowingly and accidentally giving them aphrodisiacs.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, 18+ content, handjobs, manhandling, fingering, dry humping, aphrodisiacs consumption (dub-con), marathon sex, Starrk going into heat, animalistic traits in Starrk’s part, marking, biting, scenting, sub!reader, reader knowingly gave aphrodisiacs to Jugram and Byakuya, and accidentally to Jushiro, Ryuken and Starrk, creampies, breeding, established relationships

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When they consume aphrodisiacs in different treats from you and decided to go feral.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Jugram Haschwalth

The shattering of the porcelain tea cup against the polished floor echoed in the distance, yet it was drowned out by the sound of Jugram’s raged breathing in your ear. His weight pressed into you, his normally composed expressed shattered, icy blue eyes growing darker by the second bored into yours with an insatiable hunger. He easily caged you against the plush carpet in his study, your wrists bound above your head, his fingers tightening as he fought against the very consumption of his being slipping away under the doing of the aphrodisiacs.

“You…what did you do to me?” His voice, typically smooth and commanding, was strained and heavy with desperation. You could feel his muscles trembling as he continued to fight for control, but failing as the seconds dwindled.

Your words had died on your tongue as you observed him in this…feral state. It had been an accident. You had meant to brew a simple tea—a new blend—for him to quit being a workaholic, but somehow, something obviously went amiss to be potent enough to strip him of the self-control he prided himself on.

“Speak.”

“I um, the tea. A new blend—I must have put too much in it—”

“Doesn’t matter,” he rasped while pressing his hips into yours, grounding his clothed erection into your core. His thick cock straining against the fabric of his trousers were threatening to tear through at any given moment. “I need you…you have—I have to fix this—”

Then, his tongue dragged along your throat, hot and wet, teeth sinking in just enough to make you shudder beneath him. “You’re trembling, meine liebe. Are you afraid?” His hips rutted against yours again with each passing second. “You should be.”

Your breath hitched when his hands abandoned your wrists, only to pry your clothes from you like they were nothing but paper in his way. You barely had time to protest before his mouth was on you, trailing scorching kisses down the valley of your breasts, his tongue flicking over hardened peaks before biting down sending a jolt straight between your legs.

“You’re soaking,” Jugram murmured against your skin, his voice barely human anymore, more growl than words. His fingers dipped between your thighs, parting your slick folds, and he groaned at the way you clenched around nothing. “Do you know how much effort it takes for me to maintain control?” His fingers slid inside, curling, stretching, making you whimper as he pressed his forehead against your stomach, panting like a beast barely holding onto reason.

His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing in slow, teasing circles before two fingers plunged into you, stretching you open as he curled them against your sweet spot. Your back arched, a strangled moan spilling from your lips, but Jugram wasn’t satisfied with just that. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes burning into yours as his fingers worked you relentlessly.

“Say my name,” he demanded through laboured breath. “Tell me who owns this perfect little cunt.”

Your lips barely parted before he yanked his fingers away, tearing the last of your clothing apart before he freed himself, his cock heavy and leaking against your inner thigh. Without another word, he pressed the swollen head against your entrance, the thick length of him pushing in inch by inch, stretching you wide.

“Oh God—fuck—Jugram—” You were cut off as the thick head of his cock, pressing against your entrance sank in slow at first—agonisingly slow—but the moment he was halfway in, his patience shattered. He drove in to the hilt, knocking the air from your lungs, forcing a loud squeal from your throat as he stretched you wide.

“I should punish you for this,” he rasped against your throat, lips brushing over your pulse before his teeth sank in, making you gasp. “I should fuck you until you can't even think of anything but my cock.” His usual eloquence was lost, reduced to crude, animalistic words, each one laced with a desperation he couldn’t control.

A choked whimper left your lips, but Jugram didn’t give you time to adjust. His hips slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt, his entire body shuddering at the tight squeeze of your walls around him.

He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal, punishing pace. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, his teeth scraping against your throat, branding you in ways deeper than mere marks on your skin. The echoed with the slick, lewd sounds of skin meeting skin, of his ragged moans and your breathless sighs. His cock drove deep, deeper than you thought possible, hitting a spot that had your vision blurring.

“You can take it,” he growled, his fingers tightening around your throat, making your head spin. “You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted to see me break?” His hips moved at a punishing pace, desperately seeking his release. “That’s good, meine liebe. Because you’re going to help me.”

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Kuchiki Byakuya

Your head spun, your body utterly caged beneath Byakuya’s weight as he loomed over you, dark hair dishevelled, sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead. His eyes—usually calm and unreadable—were now half-lidded, burning with something dangerously close to obsession.

“You gave me something unnatural,” he breathed huskily, the soft-spoken accusation carrying far more menace than if he’d yelled. His hands pressed your wrists into the tatami flooring, keeping you helpless beneath him as instinctively he rolled his hips, the solid weight of his cock dragging against your clothed pussy. “Was it foolishness or arrogance that made you think I would not punish you for this?”

“I—It was only meant to—”

“Shh,” he commanded, as he glided his nose along your cheek and across your jaw before his lips took over. Trailing downwards your neck, the scrape of his teeth sending shivers straight to your core. His breath came heavier, rougher, his self-control dangling by a thread. Byakuya was always composed, always collected—but not now. Not when whatever you’d given him had sunk into his veins, igniting something he had never allowed himself to indulge in before.

“I should restrain myself,” he growled, though he made no move to do so. Instead, he gripped your thighs, pulling you flush against his aching length. Even through his hakama, you could feel the sheer size of him, the heat, the unmistakable throb.

“But I won’t.”

His tongue flicked over your pulse before he bit down—hard enough to make you arch into him, enough to make him groan against your skin. “You knew what would happen, didn’t you?” His fingers dragged down your torso, pressing between your thighs, spreading you open and pushing your yukata out the way for him to run the thick head of his cock through your slick folds, teasingly, tormenting. “You knew I would lose control.”

Shaking your head profusely at his comment, you opened your mouth to protest. “I simply wanted you to relax. You were so tense all the time.” As soon as those words left your lips, he pushed in. Your walls stretched to accommodate him, the slow, unbearable slide making your nails dig into his shoulders. “S-shit—oh god,” you whimpered as he slid in, feeling the veins on his cock gliding along your walls, and pulsing with need. His restraints were hanging by a thread.

“Fuck,” he whispered, the rare curse sending a thrill through you, which was all he needed before his restraints broke free. He snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt, knocking the air from your lungs. A broken moan escaped you as he withdrew and slammed in again, pace ruthless, merciless, sending shocks of pleasure through your body with every deep thrust.

“You look perfect like this,” he muttered against your skin, ruined. “Under me, trembling, taking everything I give you.”

He was already fucking you like a man starved, his powerful thrusts knocking the breath from your lungs as he lost himself in the tight, wet heat of you. His usual careful precision had been replaced with something raw, something primal, his restraint slipping further with every snap of his hips. “You’ll take every drop,” he growled against your ear, just enough to make you arch into him. “Until I’m satisfied.”

His pace quickened, sweat dripped down his temple, his mouth finding yours in a desperate, bruising kiss as his grip on your hips tightened, keeping you in place as he drove deeper, faster. You could feel his cock throbbing constantly—the effects of the aphrodisiac bringing him to finish quicker than usual.

“Do you—shit—enjoy the way I choose to relax?” he huskily groaned as he pounded into you, his cock throbbing, his release creeping closer. “Does it…does it satisfy you, my love?”

Looking up at him with an amused expression at the unhinged man he was becoming, you wrapped your arms around his neck and spread your legs wider. “Aye,” you whispered against his lips with a smirk dancing at the edges. “It does, but you should fuck me harder, firstly.”

Hearing those words fuelled his lust, he drove into you like a madman chasing his desire. You had never seen him so unbridled as he rutted his hips against yours with a rhythm that wasn’t his own. The twitchy hips, the occasional whimpering in the crook of your neck, his uncomposed grip on your hips and frequent hitch in his breath at every clench of your walls around him.

The aphrodisiac was taking its course a lot faster than you expected, heightening every sensation in his body. His hips stuttered as he felt himself slipping, forcing him to buried deep, spilling inside you with a shuddering groan. He remained where he was, cock still hard, still twitching inside you. His breath was heavy against your skin, fingers tracing absent patterns along your waist.

“That was not nearly enough,” he murmured, voice still thick with lingering desire. “I need more. You’ll take it, won’t you?” His voice was wrecked, low and hoarse as his fingers dug into your hips. “All of it. I can’t—” His hips snapped forward, burying himself so deep it stole your breath. “I need to fill you. Again. And again.”

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Ukitake Jushiro

A low, breathy chuckle filled the room, but it didn’t sound like Jushiro’s usual warm, composed laughter. No—this was darker, rougher, edged with something dangerous. The way his weight pressed against you, trapping you against the futon, and his broad hands gripped your thighs with enough force to make you whimper.

“Ah…sweetheart,” he murmured lustfully, his usually gentle eyes dark and fevered. “What was in that tea?”

“The tea—” You barely managed a response before his mouth was on you, hot and ruthless, stealing your breath as he devoured your lips. His tongue slid past your parted lips, tangling with yours in a wet, messy kiss, and you could taste the faint sweetness of the dessert you’d given him earlier. It had been meant to be a simple treat, something new from the market—who the hell puts aphrodisiacs in sweets? You sure as hell hadn’t known. But now, your composed, ever-gentle lover was gone, replaced by a man who touched you like he was going to tear you apart.

He groaned against your mouth, his hands roaming down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he rolled his clothed erection against you. Even through the layers, you could feel how hard and desperate he was. Aching to be freed from the layers of unnecessary fabric and bury himself in you, fucking you into oblivion until his need was sedated. He didn’t care how many times he needed to pin you under him, all he knew was that his cock wanted your tight, wet heat.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his lips trailing down your jaw, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of your throat. “I feel like I haven’t touched you in years.” His voice was hoarse, needy, like he was barely holding on, but the way his fingers were digging into your flesh told you that he wasn’t holding back at all. He pulled at the fabric of your yukata, the silky material slipping down your shoulders, exposing more of your skin to his burning mouth. “You’re so soft,” he murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste you. “So perfect…”

You gasped as the sensation shot straight between your legs, and you arched into him with a breathless moan. Jushiro groaned at the sound, his hips grinding against yours, desperate for friction. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades, pulling him closer, beyond the lack of spacing between you both, as his mouth continued its ministrations.

The hot swipe of his tongue against every bite he delivered, soothing the sting prompted your legs to clench around his waist, instinctively pressing your heat against his erection. His usual patience had snapped entirely—there was no teasing, no drawn-out foreplay, just frantic, hungry movements as he push away the last barrier between you, tugging your hakama down your legs and pushing your underwear to the side.

“Sweetheart, I can’t…” He sounded almost pained as he lined himself up, his tip rubbing against your soaked entrance. “I need you. Now.”

Before you he could thrust into you, you reached down to grip his cock in the palm of your hand. His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he groaned, automatically thrusting his hips to slide his cock in your hand for any form of friction. “I’m sorry,” he panted, but didn’t stop thrusting, seeking the friction he so desperately sought after.

He let out a low, desperate whine as you tightened your grip, stroking him in time with his thrusts. His hips jerked, a shudder wracking his body as he let out a sharp exhale.

“That’s it,” you coaxed, squeezing a little tighter, teasing the tip with your thumb. He moaned, pressing a heated kiss against your jaw, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin.

“Feels so good,” he rasped. His pace quickened, fucking into your fist with increasing urgency, his breath hitching with every thrust. His grip on your wrists was tight, keeping you trapped beneath him as he chased his pleasure, his usual self-control completely shattered. You could feel the heat rolling off his body, the tension coiling in his muscles as he got closer. His cock twitched in your grasp, the slick slide of precum making your strokes effortless. His hips snapped forward, and a deep, guttural moan ripped from his throat.

“Shit—” he gasped, his entire body tensing as he came, spilling thick and hot over your fingers. His cock throbbed, spurting rope after rope of cum into your palm and across your abdomen, his body trembling with the force of it.

For a few moments, he stayed like that, panting against your skin, his weight pressing you into the mattress. Then, slowly, he lifted his head, his expression hazy, yet there was an unsatisfied, lopsided smile curving his lips. He was nowhere completely sedated—not with the volume he consumed.

Slipping his cock out your grasp, still hard and ready to go again, he rubbed the tip along your folds, smearing his cum. “I think,” he said breathlessly, “I owe you a proper thank you.”

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Ishida Ryuken

The cup had barely left his lips before Ryuken’s fingers trembled slightly, the porcelain rattling against the saucer as he set it down with precision. You had been expecting a curt remark about the taste, maybe a passive comment about how he wasn’t fond of sweets—but the silence that followed was deafening. When he finally looked up at you, something in his greyish-blue eyes had shifted. A storm was brewing in them, darker than you had ever seen. His jaw tightened, nostrils flared slightly, and his fingers flexed as if he was holding back from something violent.

“What,” he started, his voice unnervingly calm, “did you put in that?”

The air between you crackled with tension, thick enough to choke on.

Faster than you could react, your back hit the desk behind you, papers scattering as Ryuken caged you in, his tall frame towering over yours. His breath was harsh, controlled, but his body betrayed him—his muscles were taut with restraint, and the bulge pressing against your stomach was impossible to ignore.

“You did something to me.” His voice was rough, his usual cold indifference nowhere to be found. “Did you plan this?”

His tone was accusatory, but when he leaned down, his nose brushing against your throat, he inhaled deeply, his exhale shaky against your skin.

“You smell—” He cut himself off with a quiet groan. “Too good.”

Your stomach tightened, heat pooling between your legs at the way his fingers twitched against your waist, at the way his breathing had gone uneven.

“I didn’t—” You barely managed to stammer before he crushed his lips against yours.

He was panting. That was the first alarming thing. Ryuken never let his composure slip, yet here he was, dishevelled, his usual pristine white coat barely clinging to his shoulders, shirt crumpled and unbuttoned at the top. His lips hungrily devouring yours like it was his last meal, and he could not get enough. But now? Now, he kissed you like he was dying, like he needed to taste every inch of you before his body gave out. His hands moved with purpose, yanking at your robes, pushing the fabric down your shoulders, his fingers digging into your skin.

“You need to leave,” he gritted out, as he pulled back, but his body betrayed him completely. His hips pressed against yours, rolling once, twice, and a sharp exhale hissed past his lips.

“You're the one pinning me,” you shot back, barely holding back a gasp as he ground against you again. The rigid heat pressing insistently between your thighs told you exactly what kind of state he was in.

“Fucking hell—” Ryuken growled, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged. His fingers dug into your hips, blunt nails pressing in as he rutted against you like a man starved. His usual collected presence was gone, replaced by sheer, unfiltered need. He was never this aggressive, never this reckless. He always maintained control, always dictated the pace.

You tried to cradle his face in hopes of calming him, but he snarled, a guttural sound that vibrated against your skin. “Don’t,” he snapped, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it. “You don’t understand—” His breath hitched as he bucked against you, grinding his cock against the softness of your stomach, rutting like he couldn't stop himself.

That much was obvious. Ryuken wasn’t a man who lost control, but right now, he was pure instinct—grinding, rutting, panting. His cock was hot and heavy through his slacks, rubbing between your legs with every roll of his hips.

“Ryuken,” you gasped, startled, only to be cut off by the sharp jerk of his body, the wet heat of his precum seeping through his trousers, smearing against the fabric of your clothes. His teeth clenched as his breath came out in ragged pants, his body stiffening before he let out a sharp, bitten-off groan.

His grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he came, his cock throbbing through the layers of fabric, soaking through his slacks and smearing against your skin. His breath was heavy, uneven, his body trembling slightly as the last of his release shuddered through him.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of his panting, the heavy scent of sex in the air. Then, slowly, he lifted his head, eyes still dark. His jaw clenched, expression stormy. He was internally fighting, resisting to continue, but the urge to lose himself to quench his thirst—that wasn’t enough—to bury himself in your cunt and lose himself over and over again.

The silence that followed was abruptly defeated when he didn’t even bother removing his slacks properly—he only undid what was necessary, just enough for him to free himself, for him to lift you onto the desk and spread you open for him. Meeting your baffled, yet amused expression, he grunted. “You will call in sick tomorrow because you’re not leaving until I’m satisfied.”

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Coyote Starrk

The scent of warm chamomile and honey drifted through the air as you set the teacup down beside Starrk, watching as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had been restless for the past few nights, barely managing to sleep despite his usual lazy nature.

“Drink up,” you urged, handing him the cup. “Szayel gave me this blend. Said it’ll help you knock out properly.”

Grunting in acknowledgment, too tired to question it, and took a deep sip. The warm liquid slid down his throat, soothing at first, before an odd heat rapidly pooled in his stomach. He barely finished the cup before he was pulling at his collar, shifting uncomfortably. Clearing his throat as he rubbed at it, he sniffled a few times trying to clear the sweet scent of your pheromones waffling up his nasal passage.

Odd. Your scent around this time of the year was never so intoxicating or heightened. Clearing his throat once more, he shifted against the chaise, still subconsciously tugging at his jacket.

And then it hit him. Something was wrong.

You barely had time to react before Starrk groaned much louder, his breath hitching as his entire body tensed. A low growl rumbled from his throat, deep and guttural, as his sharp, dark brown eyes flickered across to you. His usually lidded gaze was blown wide with something raw, something primal. Lips parted as he panted, releasing a low whine from the back of his throat, he sat upright, eyes honed on you.

Heat.

You took a sat up cautious, finding his mannerisms too familiar.

“Starrk?”

His breathing grew ragged, his muscles twitching as he clenched and unclenched his fists. His scent thickened in the air—musky, overwhelming, intoxicating. Your stomach tightened at the way he inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as he honed in on you.

You felt like prey.

His voice came out rough, strained. “What...the hell did you give me?”

Szayelaporro. That fucking bastard.

The realisation hit you like a punch, and judging by the way Starrk’s entire demeanour had shifted, it was a high-dosage one, pushing him into a full-blown heat. “Ah.” You barely managed to shift comfortably in your seat before he was on you—a game of catch before he devoured you, you were making this too enjoyable for him.

A strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his body, and the heat radiating from him was unbearable. He buried his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply before groaning, his lips dragging against your pulse point.

“Fuck, you smell good,” he growled with need.

You shuddered as he nipped at your skin, teeth scraping over sensitive spots. His grip tightened, rough hands dragging over your hips as he rolled his body against yours. His cock was hard—painfully so. You gasped as you felt him rut against you, his hips grinding forward in a desperate, unconscious motion. His breath was hot against your skin as he panted, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses to your throat.

“Need you,” he whined. “Need to—fuck—need to scent you, mark you—”

His teeth sank into your shoulder, a sharp sting that had you gasping as he licked over the bite immediately after. His fingers dug into your hips, his nails almost claw-like as he dragged you flush against him. His cock throbbed against your ass, straining against his pants as he rutted into you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.

Soon, the sound of fabric ripping and buttons popping, joined his panting and within moments, he had you bared before him. His hands were mapping every inch of your skin, pressing, gripping, branding you with his touch. He groaned as he pushed you down onto the nearest surface, shoving you face-first against the mattress, his hands splaying across your lower back.

“Stay.”

The command was sharp, edged with something feral.

You shivered, feeling his breath ghost over the back of your thigh before he dragged his tongue up, slow and possessive. His teeth followed, nipping and biting, leaving marks in his wake. “Fuck,” he muttered, rutting against you with a shaky breath. “Gonna fuck you so full—gonna make sure no one else can have you—”

He was barely holding back as his hands gripped your ass, spreading you open for him as he pressed against your entrance. The thick, swollen head of his cock teased you, pushing just enough to have you gasping before he pulled back, dragging the moment out, making you squirm. You whimpered, pushing your hips back against him, needing more, needing him to fuck you, to fill you—

And then he snapped, driving into you in one fluid motion, splitting you open, burying himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural growl. Your breath hitched as your walls clenched around him, his cock stretching you in the best way. He was big—so fucking big—but your body welcoming him despite the overwhelming fullness.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled back, only to slam into you again. “So tight—gonna fill you up—” He fucked you like he was trying to breed you, his thrusts deep, unrelenting, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he bit down again, marking you as his. All you could do was trembled beneath him, pleasure sparking through every nerve as he pounded into you, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re mine,” he growled possessively. “Mine.”

And with a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself deep, his cock throbbing as he came, filling you up, his breath ragged against your skin. But he wasn’t done. Not even close. The aphrodisiac was still coursing through him, keeping him hard, keeping him desperate.

And he was nowhere near satisfied.

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When You Walk Away

Ryuken Ishida x reader

warnings: no actual warnings besides some 18+ content, mature content, alcohol and whateva.

Some fluff ofc <3

Context: You were out drinking with Ryuken, you got too drunk so he decided to take you to his place to rest up. You then found a letter that had your name as the label, curiosity got to you and you sobered up quickly when reading the letter.

“H-Hey! I was going to finish that!” You were reaching out for the shot gloss the bartender had given to you. But Ryuken swiped it away from your reach.

“No. You’ve had enough for tonight, Come on we’re leaving.” He said with a stern tone, he could tell that he was going to be taking care of you an awful lot the next morning..

“Oh come onn!~ You know I can’t go home right now..” You laid your head on the table, you really had too many drinks tonight..

“No. I will drag you out if I need to Y/N. Though I would like if I didn’t have to.” You pouted by his simple demands, you were in no state to drive yourself home, making you feel a bit worried on how’d you get home.

“I see that you are going to make this difficult for me. Fine then.” He stood up in a graceful manner, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. It all startled you a bit, even more because your bum was probably showing because of your short dress.

“Ryuken! I can’t even hic drive myself!” you tried to get down but he held onto you tight.

“Why do you think I’m taking you to my place?” You could feel his hand tugging down the edge of your dress, covering what was revealing. He was making sure nobody was looking at your bum by doing that.

“You’re soo sweet Ryu~”

It wasn’t the first time coming to Ryuken’s home, you have been countless times over the years.. You’ve known him for quite some time and you have an okay relationship with his son.

At first his son did not like you one bit, he thought you were here to replace his mother. But that was never your intention, you just thought his son could use a shoulder to cry on..

Because knowing Ryuken, he would never comfort his son. Even when his son lost had just lost their mother.

“Here, you can use this shirt.” Ryuken came out of his room, handing you a shirt. You smirked when seeing the shirt, he was giving you one of his shirts!

“My myy, Is the Ryuken lending me his clothes~” You were still drunk, so this was your drunk you talking. Ryuken rolled his eyes while scoffing, pushing his glasses up.

“This is your shirt, you left it here last time.” You laughed obnoxiously, you were trying to cover up the embarrassment you felt.

“Don’t be so loud.” He tried to shush you up.

“Oh come on! Why is there a need to be so quiet? Nobody is even around.” You turned your back on him and called him over to help you.

“Unzip my dress would you?” He nodded, you could feel his cold hands on your back, you knew he was done when you no longer heard the sound of it unzipping any further, he helped you slip the dress off your shoulders.

“Come on.”

How could he be undressing you like this and not feel the slightest bit of tension? You were definitely feeling something going on between you two.. your cheeks went red when you let your thoughts go way beyond.

He slipped your dress off all the way down to your legs, you moved your feet just so he could slip off the dress.

Now there you were, left in your bra and underwear.

He neatly folded the dress, “I’m going to put this away in my room. I’ll give it to you tomorrow morning, Okay?” You turned around, nodding at him.

He pushed his glasses once more before walking away, leaving you in his living room alone.

You swore that you saw him glance slightly at your breasts right before he walked away..

You shook your head side to side, you finally put on your shirt that he gave to you.

When you smoothed out the slight wrinkles of it, you looked up and something almost immediately caught your eye.

It was a letter.

With your name on it.

You weren’t sure how to feel, you two don’t work with each other so it can’t be a letter for work..

You were drunk and not able to think properly, so you grabbed the letter. Opening it—making sure to not crease it— your hands were shaking when opening it, nervous on what you would find.

To my sweet Y/N,

When you walk away, you don’t hear me say.. please oh baby, don’t go.

My heart trembles when you walk further away from me, when you go out on your missions as a soul reaper, I am no better than Masaki for falling in love with a soul reaper.

Though you may never know, I wish I could find the courage that cling onto my chest. But i continue to remain silent, hoping that maybe and somehow you will see right through me.

There are moments where I find myself wanting to reach out to you, to let you know just how much you really mean to me, to refrain you from leaving me.

Can you sense it? The ache I feel when you walk away from me? When I watch you leave.

I fear if I say too much, it will change everything. Yet everyday, I want to confess everything, my love to you. It is a unbearable pain that I go through everyday.

I am not sure how to express it, but with every passing moment, every glance. Fills me up with a love that I cannot speak out loud, at least never to you.

My heart will always echo these simple words, ‘Please, oh baby. Don’t go..’

Yours,

Ishida Ryuken

You felt the alcohol in your system almost go away, sobering you up quickly when finishing the letter.

This was a love letter, a letter that Ryuken Ishida had wrote.. just for you, no other woman.

You could feel tears running down your apple cheeks, you had no idea you were even crying.

“Y/N.”

His voice startled you, you jumped and nearly dropped the paper from your hands. You quickly wiped your tears away and turned to him, hiding the paper behind your back.

“S-Sorry! I was just dozing off.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t just finish reading it.” Your lips parted slightly, showing your teeth slightly. Was he mad? I mean he had every right to be upset, this was something personal and you just read it and tried to act like nothing happened.

“It’ll only hurt me more if you just ignore it.”

“Ryuken.. how long have you-”

“How should I know? It all just happened out of nowhere..”

Ryuken really didn’t know when his feelings for you began, but it has definitely been a while since he’s felt this feeling towards you..

“And you’ve been waiting until I make a move or something?!” You yelled out, in a bit of anger and frustration.

He looked away from your gaze and nodded, he was embarrassed and scared on how’d you respond. Were you going to reject him? would this be the last night you two are together like this? would everything be over? will you walk away from him again, but this time.. not come back to him?

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt your lips pressed up against his, with such passion. Tears continued to run down your cheeks even while they were closed, Ryuken was too scared to even move..

But he knew, that this is what he’s been longing for so long. He relaxed his body and returned the kiss. He held the back of your head and the back of your waist. Pulling you closer for a much more passionate kiss.

“You really need to speak up more.. or this wouldn’t have happened.” You laugh lightly, he starred down at your pink swollen lips from the kiss.

“I’m not done.” He smashed his lips with yours, kissing you in such a rough and hungry manner. Now that he’s had a taste of you, he just can’t simply let you go.

You gasped when you felt his cold hand touch the warm skin of your stomach. He took this chance to slide his tongue inside yours.

But before he could go any more further, he needed to make sure that you were okay with all of this happening. “Do I have your permission?” He pulled away from the kiss, he had a flushed look on his face. He almost looked embarrassed while asking that.

You cupped his cheek, rubbing the skin of it with your thumb, “Please, just touch me.” You didn’t care how he would touch you, you’ve been longing for his touch just as much as he longed for yours..

He nodded, quickly he went back down to your lips. With each kiss he placed on your lips, you could tell that they were filled with passion, love, and lust.

This man was just dying to see you like this, he never thought he’d see you ever like this. He’s seen you fall for other men, and he always wished that it was he that you were in love with.

It took you so long to realize that you were in love with him, but you never chose to act on it because of his past lover, and his son of course.

But there was nothing stopping you or him now..

“Ryuken..” you gasped when he pushed your panties aside, without a warning he stretched your walls out to his sex.

He grunted when feeling your walls wrapped around his cock, you were tight. But soon enough he’d loosen you up, he’ll make sure that your hole will get stretched out by him by the end of the night..

“Are you ready?”

“You talk too much..”

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Ryuken x Fem Reader: First Time N/SFW

Requested by @zella07 : Hiii how are you? I just saw the event I’m soo excited!!!! I’m gonna request Ryūken Ishida x Female reader. Number 23😅. Thank you soo much if it’s possible.❤️ TW: first time, loosing virginity, vaginal penetration, light masturbation WC:1100+ Masterlist

It wasn’t going as planned today, you finished your shift at the hospital rushing home to get ready for your date. You had a pretty little black dress for the occasion. As you were getting ready placing all the items you needed in your purse you realized you were missing something, your wallet. You looked up and down for the wallet in the home and couldn’t find it. You began to think of places it could be at and one it could be in your locker in the hospital… ‘crap….’ letting out an annoyed sigh as it was getting close. You heard the door knock ‘he is here already.’  looking at the clock he was early. When opening the door  you didn’t expect to see the white haired man in front of you. “Hey Ryuken?” The tone in your voice was a bit surprising. “Behind his rimmed glasses he saw the little ensemble you were wearing. “Sorry to intrude, is this a bad time?” he asked. “No, it’s fine, come in.” you opened the door wider for him to enter.  His hands were in his pockets as he entered your home. When closing the door you weren’t sure why he came. “I was finishing getting ready before my date arrived, but when leaving the hospital I forgot my wallet.” you sighed. You could deny and say you never had a crush on this man but it would be a lie. Smart, attractive and one hell of a doctor you got the pleasure to work side by side with him. He knew your habits and patterns and you knew his. He knew about the date and wasn’t too thrilled to hear about it but didn’t mention anything to you. You never asked him about his relationships or anything as he seemed so into his work and didn’t talk about that part of his life. “Of course you did. Luckily I caught you in time before you left.” He pulled out the small familiar wallet from his breast pocket. “When are you supposed to come here?” he asked as he handed you the wallet. “Thank you!! 20 mins from what he said.” you placed your wallet in the purse. Few minutes had passed when your phone began to ring. Picking it up it was your date “Hey, are you here?..... Oh… I see… no no it’s fine…..bue.” letting out a sigh as he flaked out on you.  “Everything alright?” Ryuken asked, walking up to you.

“He couldn’t make it… I spent all this time getting ready and canceled at the last minute.. Just my luck.” you ran your fingers through your hair. “May I just give up on the dating scene? It always seems to never work out.” “I think you are choosing the wrong people to take you out _____.”  Ryuken looked over at you. “I wouldn’t  leave you high and dry.” You felt your cheeks become a bit flushed. “You're just saying that to make me feel better.” “An attractive woman like yourself, I wouldn’t keep waiting.” pushing up on the bridge of his nose. You watched as his eyes looked at you up and down once more. Ruyken got a good look at you, it was a treat for him to see you outside your hospital attire. The tall slender man walking towards you. The back of his fingers began to caress the arm. “Formal clothing and non formal clothing you're still as beautiful as the first day we met.” Your heart was pounding so hard against your chest you swore he could have heard it. “Was there a reason why you never asked me out?” you kinda blurted out. “I never saw you as the type to date a coworker and if something didn’t work out I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Tell me ________…. Would this be something you want to try?” Looking into his blue eyes as you nodded your head. His fingertips lightly touched your cheeks till they  stopped at your jawline. He leaned down as his lips softly pressed against yours His arms snacking around your frame as both your lips still connected. His tongue began dancing with yours. His hands find the zipper to the back of your dress and begin to undress you. The little black dress falling to your feet. Ryuken didn’t take long as his impulsive thoughts were taking over him. He picked you up, took you to the room and laid you on the bed. It was just hitting you with what was happening. You watched him removing his clothing one by one savoring the naked doctor that hovered over your body. You back arched as you felt his fingers rubbing your cunt. Gasping lightly as he makes your squirm by his touch. “Ryu-ryuken~~” you bashfully said with a wide-eyed expression. “Yes ______.” he spoke in a hush tone, his lips centimeters from yours. “I-I’ve never done something like this before.” You spoke avoiding eye contact. You felt like you ruined the mood. Ryuken hand removed from your cunt. He understood what you were saying, yet he found it more of a turn on to him. To have not been touched by someone yet and him in this moment being your first gave him a lot of pride. “I promise to take care of you ______.” the words he spoke made your heart flutter.  You suddenly felt the tip of his cock brushing against your throbbing wet cunt as it teased you. “Just relax.” he said as smoothly as possible. You began to feel the tip of his cock pushing its way inside of your tight cunt.  Ryuken lips pressed against your once more trying to get your mind off the pain as he fully slid himself inside of you. You whimpered as he pushed himself deeper.

Once he was fully inside you he didn’t move he asked “you okay _____?”  brushing the stranding of hair out of his face.  You nodded as he wiped the small tear away that escaped from your eye. He slowly began to thrust inside of you, you let out a few whimpers as it initially hurt. As the pain began to subside the pain began to turn into a feeling that was like a drug to you. Ryuken  slowly began to increase the speed, not wanting to hurt you, he slowly raised his body from you as he wanted to get a better look at you. With each thrust he saw your tits bounce. His eyes traveling down more, he saw the small amount of blood knowing you were telling the truth he was your first. When he had a goal on something he was going to stick to until it succeeded. His goal right now was to be your first and only lover you will have.

[brittscafe]

Kinktober Day 12

Kinktober Day 12: Mirror sex, Ryuken Ishida x female reader.

Your cheeks flushed as your bare back is pressed up against Ryuken's bare chest, your legs spread out. Your eyes are focused on the mirror in front of you, revealing just how wet you are for Ryuken.

His hand is rubbing gently circles on your hip while his other hand is wrapped around your throat, holding your head in place.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" he asks with a deep voice and your heart hammers inside of your eardrums. You gulp and bob your head.

"Yes, daddy," you response and Ryuken grins wildly. He loves it when you call him that. He ducks his head down onto the curve of your neck, pressing his lips there.

He sucks on your sensitive skin and you moan quietly. His hand travels down from your hip to the middle of your stomach and down to your wet, aching pussy.

You gasp as his fingertips rub your clit and Ryuken inhales sharply, biting down on your flesh. You clench your jaw and your face scrunches up as he leaves his mark on your neck.

Ryuken's hand around your throat, squeezes it. You groan and then gasp as his fingers slide down from your clit and in between your folds, slowly invading your insides.

You watch in the mirror as his long, slender fingers disappear inside of your pussy and you moan. He squeezes your throat harder, bringing you pleasure mixed with pain.

It makes your body jolt the way his fingers fuck that sweet spot of yours, never stopping, just edging you to closer to your release.

"How's that feel?" Ryuken's deep voice is invading your mind, his warm breath fanning over your ear. A long moan leaves your lips as you clench around his fingers.

"So good, Ryuken," you reply, your voice weak and hoarse. Your mouth is gaped open, moans and whimpers leaving your throat as his fingers continue to rub that sweet spot of yours.

"Good," he replies, his fingers digging deeper inside of you. A cry of pleasure rips through your chest and you breath heavily. Ryuken's eyes are glued onto you from the mirror, admiring the way you moan so heavenly for him.

"Ryuken, I-i'm close," you warn him, feeling the knots in your stomach start to come undone. Ryuken smirks and bites down on your shoulder.

Goosebumps prick along your skin and your moans become louder, filling the room. You watch as his fingers pleasure you in such divine ways.

"Tell me...who's are you?" Ryuken asks, pressing a kiss to where he was just biting your shoulder. His eyes darken in the mirror as he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet pussy.

"I'm yours, daddy," you cry out, releasing and cumming all over his slender fingers. Ryuken's cock grows hard from your cum dripping down onto his wrist.

He releases his tight grip on your throat and pushes up his glasses, clearing his throat. He grabs the rag beside him and wipes off his fingers.

Ryuken doesn't like making a mess, but he doesn't mind cleaning up if he's the one making it. You stare at yourself in the mirror, an exhausted mess, but a well pleasured one.

I may have slipped in a little daddy kink in there tehe 😌 God, Ryuken is such a dilf 😭 Feel free to send in requests for him when I open them back up. bro I swear I'm going feral over this man 😩

Tags: @stygianoir @noyaistall @luci-goosey-bbg

[sashi-ya]

ishida ryuuken x f! reader tw: suggestive language, not entirely nsfw. reader is of course a grown up. wc: 589 masterlist 🌱

OLDER, COLDER. “It doesn’t matter how old you become; you will never learn Uryu. You are a fool, son”. “Same goes to you, Ryuuken!”

You listen to them argue, as probably every time you’ve seen them together. Your best friend and his father… his absolutely attractive, troubled, and cold as snow father.

Uryu lays, once again, in a bed of his own hospital. He has gone too far and ended up hurt one more time. And yet again, despite the years and being an adult now, gets treated by his father, Ryuuken Ishida.

You, waiting right by the entrance, hope for Uryu to calm down. You don’t want him to feel embarrassed that you’ve witnessed -in words of Ryuuken- one of his “tantrums”.

However, it isn’t for you to decide.

“Come on in, (Name). Perhaps your presence will make this kid calm down” Ryuuken says, knowing too well you were there. He can sense your spiritual pressure, after all he is still a Quincy.

Hearing your name being called by him makes your insides shiver. Yet, how immoral it feels… your best friend’s father, a widower… a man you’ve known since you were a little girl.

And a man you desire, a man you lust for.

“Ah… yes. Hi. Ishida-kun, are you ok?” you ask, seeing your friend bedridden but well enough to be shouting at his father. Probably, it was just a minor injury made in battle, but still needed to be taken care of. That, or maybe Ryuuken’s only way of showing him affection is by curing his wounds.

“I’ll leave you two alone, I got work to do” Ryuuken says, placing his heavy hand on your shoulder. He squeezes just enough to -at least in your mind- assert dominance over you too.

You can barely breathe. But you nod. Trying to focus on your friend, trying to ignore that man’s crushing presence invisible squeezing your neck.

Soon, you relax. And Uryu does too. It doesn’t take much for you two to engage in pure nonsense and some hours of “tik tok” watching. The time, in fact, escapes your track and soon the sun sets on a cold winter day of Karakura town.

By the time you realize it’s too late even for a calm little city like yours, Uryu has finally fallen asleep peacefully and soundly. He needed it, rest is mandatory to get better.

As the soft cycle of breathing of your best friend fills the room, you walk slowly towards the big window ahead. It doesn’t really surprise you to see heavy snowflakes falling, but it does seeing the state of the road.

“Oh… fuck” you murmur, soft almost inaudibly not to wake up Uryu. You know exactly this will mean no coming home tonight; by the time you’ve walked two blocks you would be buried under a white coat of ice.

“I thought you’d left earlier. A snowstorm is coming tonight” a deep, still soft voice whispers behind you. His hand lands on your waist, pulling you slightly against him.

“I wasn’t aware…” you sigh, turning around to see a white coat as white as his hair. You bite your lip, with your belly pressing against his… his hand squeezing you tightly….

A dimmed white light coming from the hall outside filters and shines against his glasses, but his body covers almost it all. You are left in the dark, right in front of him and next to his son’s bed.

“Come to my office, doll. We won’t be able to go back home tonight” “Yes, Ryuuken-sama…”

[unohanadaydreams]

Thirst ask 👅 Who do you think will agree to cock warming,if their s/o suggests it ? Or who will use it as punishment? Thank you in advance😆

I think a lot of the more patient and/or loving characters would absolutely give it a try.

Features: SMUT, 18+ content, cock warming, I think the first time I’ve written for Ryuken and Tosen in anyway tbh.

Featured characters: Ryuken Ishida, Kaname Tosen, Lisa Yadomaru, Akon.

Think Uryu, Ryuken, Chad, Nemu, Lisa, Love, Jushiro, Akon, Isane, Byakuya, Tosen, and Orihime. Ichigo and others might try it but he wouldn’t be able to handle it—he’d have to start moving.

Literally none of the Arrancar have the needed chill. I don’t think any of the Sternritter do either OR they would scoff at the idea. There might be some exceptions but they don’t have range like the listed do.

As far as punishment? RYUKEN. Daddy Ishida is going to make you sit still on his boner while he looks over files and reads over new research and if you squirm, it’s a firm smack to your ass and another fifteen minutes added to your sentence. He has a stop watch. And little mercy to speak of. Will never end in sex. At most, he’ll allow you to finish him off with your hands or mouth before demanding you away for the night.

Tosen would too. Justice demands penance, after all. He loves you and thinks you good so he’s not going to torture you in the way shinigami often do. But sentencing you the denial of pleasure while also punishing himself for daring to punish you, to cause any form of hurt to the one he loves ? Ah, the pleasures of self-flagellation, Tosen loves thee well. Never ends in sex, because he’s too ashamed to allow himself that.

Lisa does it when she’s bored. If you haven’t done something wrong, she’s glad to make something up! She likes to really torture you by lifting her shirt and playing with her boobs, stroking her clit, squeezing you in her hold. Yeah, eventually she’s going to pin you down and fuck you, but it’s no fun unless you’re convinced she’s has no intention to.

Akon would because his brain is wired to love the experiment of it all. If he does this or that, does it make you more or less likely to fail? He doesn’t make it a secret that he’s fascinated by your fluctuating success at keeping still both externally and internally. So, he’s sort of forced to make it a punishment, because you refuse to let him make you his test subject during his free time. He’s usually going to end his “punishments” with sex but sometimes he doesn’t. Just to troll you.

[satsugacafe]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞 | (𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Ryuken, Urahara Kisuke, Kyoraku Shunsui, Jugram Haschwalth, Kuchiki Byakuya

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: female reader (AFAB), fingering, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talking, manhandling, edging (squint), brat taming, top!reader and sub!reader (cuz you know, reader teasing before control is taken away)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You learn that it’s not nice to tease your lover.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 2

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

➳❥ Ishida Ryuken

The soft hum of the air conditioner thrumming in the background while Ryuken scribbled away at his reports was all that filled his office. His office was as spotless as his reputation. You, on the other hand, were much more content with eradicating the annoying sound and filling the room with something more…indulgent.

Positioning yourself just out of his line of sight, you casually leaned against the desk, admiring the way his nimble fingers gripped his pen, or how he would adjust his glasses ever so often, followed by a lick of his lips. Your blouse, deliberately unbuttoned a little too low and revealing at the top, displayed an ample amount of your cleavage which peaked even more with your movements. As for your skirt, well, it wasn’t any better than the blouse—short enough to flirt with propriety, and tight enough to cling to your curves like a second skin.

“You’re working so hard Ryuken,” you teased lightly as you shifted your weight to ensure your skirt strained against your hips and thighs while your fingers idly traced along the polished edge of this desk. “Don’t you ever take a break?”

His pen paused mid-stroke, though he didn’t immediately lift his gaze. Slowly, his deep blue eyes flicked briefly over you before returning to his paper, the muscle in his jaw tightening from the mere glance at you. “Please don’t test my patience,” he muttered, stiffly, too stiff to be stern. In his brief glance, you took in the way his eyes fell upon the swell of your breasts and felt heated.

Leaning closer, your arm snaked around his shoulders, the position allowed for your breasts to almost brush against his arm as you pushed your chest forward. “I’m just trying to help,” you purred and tilted your head to meet his eyes. “Don’t you agree with a little distraction being good for productivity?”

Ryuken’s hand stilled completely as his breathing increased under your touch. Leaning in further, you placed your hand over his, your fingers idly tracing the veins as you licked your lips and leaned into his face. “Don’t overwork yourself to death Ryuken, I’m here to help, remember?” you whispered inches from his lips, ghosting the corner with a phantom touch.

His gaze finally locked onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine. Before you knew it, he stood abruptly, kicking the chair away and reaching out to grab you by your arm. In an instant, you were pressed against his desk—sandwiched—feeling his erection against your ass. “You think this is a game?” he whispered coldly, though his actions betrayed as his hands gripped your hips firmly, grounding them into his crotch. “You’ve been pushing me all day, not having a single idea of what you’re asking for.”

Before you reply with a smart-ass remark, you felt his hands snake under your skirt and pushed your panty aside to ran two fingers through your folds. Your words were swallowed at the back of your throat, and in place was a loud relieving moan. The way his fingers toyed with your clit, rubbing and pinching the delicate nub has you vibrating in his hold, unfortunately, he wasn’t allowing you to control the pace. His other hand gripping your hip halted your movements as he dragged his fingers down to your slit and pushed them in, wasting no time finding your sweet spot.

The whimpers that left your throat matched the sloppy sounds of his fingers dragging through your pussy. Loud, wet and obscene.

“Look at you. Wanting my attention so badly,” he darkly laughed as his hands moved from your hip to grip the back of your neck and pull you upwards to meet his chest. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he kissed your lobe, running them lower to meet the junction of your neck. The combination of his lips and fingers—those sinfully, articulate fingers that massaged every spot perfectly—on your skin left you a gasping mess.

You weren’t sure whether to keep your eyes open, roll them, or have them shut. His digits were sliding deliciously in and out your pussy causing you to clench around them, sucking them back in. “Look at you, so eager,” he groaned into your neck, enjoying the warmth and tightness. “You want more don’t you?”

You nodded because speaking wasn’t a function available to you any longer. Yet at the same time, Ryuken, crooked his fingers against your sweet spot, purposefully rubbing the tips on the area, leaving you gasping for breath. Your fingers were gripping the edge of his desk tightly while you instinctively rocked your hips for more. The pressure was building, and you could feel and hear it coming—the increase in your juices flowing was evident. His hand was coated in your arousal as it flowed from your pussy like you had a leaking tap.

“Ryu…ken, pl–…ease, fuck, yes!” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for in the heat of the moment.

Arching your back and crying out his name in syllables, his lips feverishly worked along your neck, kissing and taunting you further until you could take it no longer. Unable to control yourself, with a wicked crook of his fingers, you shrieked and came all over his hand. However, his fingers continued to move through the tightness of your walls around him, groaning at the sensation as he pushed them deeper. Your body trembled as you reached behind to hold onto him for support, but Ryuken was faster. Just as you came, he pulled out with a loud squelch, spun you around and sat you on his desk.

The sound of his belt unbuckling snapped you out of your haze as you looked over at him unzipping his trousers. His cock sprang free—thick, long and curved, just the way you remembered. At the sight, your pussy clenched and a fresh flow of arousal oozed you. “Ryuken?”

“Did you think I was going to let you off with that alone?” he muttered as he stepped forward and pried your legs apart, pulling you to the edge so your legs could easily wrap around his waist. “You’ve been teasing me all day—there’s no such thing as letting you off the hook with one round.”

➳❥ Jugram Haschwalth

“So serious, as always,” you purred, tilting your head to study his face. His sharp jawline, perfect golden hair, and piercing blue eyes made him appear as if sculpted by divine hands. Yet his cold demeanour gave the impression he was untouchable, unmoveable. “Do you ever take a break from being the right-hand man, Jugram? Or is being the Grandmaster your entire personality?”

His fingers still for a moment—reading the letter was placed on pause—before his gaze flickered to you, and then back at the letter. “I do not recall giving you permission to address me by my first name,” he replied calmly—almost detached.

“Oh, so formal.” You smirked, slithering yourself closer to where he stood against the bookshelf in his study. “Maybe that’s the problem, Jugram. You’re always so stiff. So uptight.” You leaned forward once you were close enough to bridge the gap and allow your body to brush against him. “Don’t you ever want to let loose? Relax? Or is that against Quincy regulations too?”

His hand tightened imperceptibly on the letter, his knuckles whitening. Still, he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, his eyes remained firmly on the paper in front of him, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. Deciding to push him further, emboldened by his silence, you stepped even closer and placed your hand on his wrist. “I bet even your soldiers wonder. Does the Grandmaster ever let anyone close? Or are you just as cold in…other areas?”

Unable to recognise the speed of his following movements, you found yourself pinned between him and the bookshelf. Both hands were placed beside your head as he inched his face closer to yours. His jaw clenched, the tension radiating from him was intense, as his breathing sounded strained. “Careful,” he lowly warned.

“Or what?” you pushed, leaning even closer, your lips hovering near his, and yet he made no move to pull away. “What’s the worst you’ll do? Scold me? Deduct my non-existent points from the Quincy honour roll?”

For a moment, the room seemed to freeze. His movements were fluid while he held onto the last of his restraints, and stepped closer, the plane of his chest just an inch away from pressing against your chest and immobilising you completely. His towering form loomed over you, his cold eyes burning with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. “Do you think I haven’t noticed and understood what you’ve been doing all day?”

“And here I thought you were too busy paying attention to your reports,” you quipped with a grin. As the words left your lips, his right hand slid down to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes and maintain eye contact. Your breathing hitched the moment his hand came in contact with your skin. Firm and commanding like its owner, and yet, despite his icy aura, it sparked a heat.

From your chin, his hand gripped the nape of your neck instead, tilting your head upwards. Brushing his lips against yours, you felt your knees buckle under you—thankful for the arm that snaked around your waist. “I believe our situation is quite unfair at this moment,” he whispered darkly against your lips before dipping his head to run his lips along your jaw to meet your ear. “Shall I fix it?”

You felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he pulled away from your body, guiding you to bend over the back of the sofa. There was a faint click of his tongue, sounding rather disappointing, as he bunched the hem of your dress around your waist and saw how you lacked underwear. The sight of your folds all wet and pluff was enough for him to lose a fraction of composure and remove his trench coat, followed by his belt and trousers.

“Look at you, frolicking about with no panties,” he growled into your ear as he pulled you into an arch. His hand came down to slap your ass before he rubbed the area and landed another on the other cheek. With ease, his fingers made contact with your pussy, prompting you to curl your fingers into the plush of the sofa.

He wasn’t gentle as they plunged into your heat, releasing loud squelching sounds as he pushed his digits deeper. “And you expect me to just give you what you seek when you parade around like this?” he muttered rather disappointingly. His cock brushed against your thigh and your pussy quivered, more juices trickled down, something his eyes didn’t miss, making him scoff.

“Look at you,” he continued, “dripped all over and desperate for my touch. Is this all for me?” Swallowing hard to reply, your words were cut off by a loud smack to your ass.

“…Yes,” you choked out as his fingers retracted.

Lining himself to your entrance, one hand on your waist, the other guiding his cock inside, you both moaned in bliss at the sensation of him being sheathed. Unlike most sessions, he would take his time to slide in, however this time, he buried himself to the hilt and gave you no time to adjust to the rhythm of his thrusts as he started his pace. From moaning in bliss, you were whimpering and squealing at the fast and hard pace he set, his hand preventing you from squirming too much.

Leaning down to press his chest against your back, his lips found your ear. “Why are you running? I don’t recall running away when you had your fun,” he stated in between his grunts, pausing to suck his lower lips between his teeth when you clenched around him. “Enjoy this as much as you did teasing me.”

And with that, he pulled you up to meet his thrusts. The loud sounds of his hips meeting your ass as he drove himself deeper, moulding your insides to fit him perfectly as they always did. For every brush of his tip against your sweet spot, you clenched around him and oozed more arousal—the slick sound created by his cock sliding in and out fuelled him to move faster.  

“You wanted my attention,” he groaned with a low growl. “Now that you have it, let’s see how well you can handle it.”

➳❥ Urahara Kisuke

The air in Urahara’s shop was humid and filled with the scent of sex as he leaned against his workbench, hat tilted downwards to partially obscure his face, but not to hide the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His shirt hung open, loose and wrinkled, baring his chest and midsection to the faint glow of the shop’s overhead lights. His breath hitched, a low vibration in his throat as your lips brushed along the base of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin with the barest hint of suction.

“You’re enjoying this far too much, love,” he murmured in amusement with a hint of a strain. You could sense his undeniable frustration, yet you chose to ignore it.

Glancing at him, your hand wrapped loosely around the base of his cock, fingers trailing agonisingly slow from the base to the tip while your lips followed, littering tiny kisses. His twitched in your grip, swallowing a groan when you lips reached the tip, and your tongue swirled the head. “What can I say? I enjoy seeing you squirm,” you chuckled with a grin before you tongue shifting to trace the underside of his head, just enough to make him groan and buck his hips forwards instinctively.

You watched as his hands twitched at his sides, gripping the edge of the bench as he forced himself to keep still. His self-control was impressive, considering the way you kept your touch deliberately featherlight, never giving him enough to push him over the edge. “Squirming am I?” he panted, though the faint tremor in his voice betrayed him.

You hummed in response and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock before pulling away entirely to sluggishly give him teasing strokes. His hips buck slightly, chasing the fleeting warmth of your mouth, but you held him firmly, pulling back enough to maintain control.

“Now, now,” he muttered playfully with an underlying warning. “I hope you realise what you’re getting yourself into.”

Feigning innocence, you raised your brow and tightened your grip, your thumb brushing over the sensitive slit at the head of his cock, earning you a delicious groan form him. “Oh? And what would that be?”

He chuckled, though it sounded strained, his knuckled whitening as he gripped the bench harder. “Pushing your luck, for starters.”  

“Oh please, Kisuke. You enjoying teasing, but can never take what you dish out,” you remarked and leaned forward to flick your tongue against him before you took him into your mouth, just enough to make his words falter. You felt his muscles tense under your palm, his cock throbbing against your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks and drew back slowly. But as he began to let out a groan signally his release nearing, you stopped, pulling back once more and gave him a sweet-eyed smile.

Instantly, his eyes snapped opened, and he tilted his head to look down at you, the faintest glimmer of mischief faded into a predatory look. “Alright then,” he softly said with a dangerous edge. “I did warn you.”

Before you could react, his hand shot out, gripping your hair and pulling your closer with a firm but not painful grip. The suddenness of it made your breath hitch, your hands reaching out to brace yourself against his thighs as he guided your mouth back to his cock. This time, there was no reason for teasing—his hips pressed forward as he pushed himself past your lips, filling your mouth and forcing your to take him deeper.

“Much better,” he murmured lowly with satisfaction as he held you there for a moment, his cock throbbing at the back of your throat. You wanted to smile at his frustration, laugh even, but when he fingers tightened in your hair to control your movements as he began to guide you up and down his length, the idea was cut. He was far from gentle.

The teasing was clearly over, and Kisuke made it abundantly clear who was in charge now. His other hand found your chin, tilting your head just slightly to adjust the angle, allowing him to slight even deeper. The sound of your muffled moans mixed with the obscenely wet noises of your mouth on him, filled the quiet room.

“Sound like a good girl when you’re not being a menace,” he breathed with a smirk, though his voice was strained, his usual playful tone now thick with lust. His hips rolled against your face, each thrust measured and precise, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every movement, producing a series of gurgles he seemed to enjoy.

You felt your eyes water as he held you in place, his thumb brushing against your cheek as if you sooth you. Despite his dominance, there was still tenderness in his touch, a gentle reminder that he was paying attention to every little reaction, ensuring you were comfortable as he pushed you to your limits.

“Ah, that’s it,” he groaned, his head tipping back and baring the delicious curve of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he allowed himself to lose some of his composure. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his control slipping as he felt the heat coiling tighter and tighter in his core. “Just like that…don’t stop now.”

When he finally came, his cock throbbed against your tongue as he spilled into your mouth, his cum hot and salty as it coated your throat. He held you there for a moment, his chest heaving as he rode out the waves of his orgasm while his fingers loosening in your hair. As he pulled back, his cock slipping from your mouth, he let out a chuckle, his grin returning in full colour despite the faint blush on his cheeks. “Well,” he hummed, “you certainly know how to keep things…interesting.”

“That’s the perks of being with you, Kisuke.” You gave a sly smile and wiped the corners of your mouth before leaning upwards to kiss his cheeks.

➳❥ Kyoraku Shunsui

Shunsui lounged lazily on a cushion near the open shoji doors, his hat tilted back slightly to reveal the sharp edge of his jawline and the teasing glint in his eyes. Or, at least, it had been there earlier. Now, his expression was a mixture of irritation and desire, his jaw clenched just slightly as his gaze followed you like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

You stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the wooden frame of the door. The light fabric of your kimono was loose, slipping tantalisingly off one shoulder to reveal the soft curve of your collarbone. The neckline dipped just enough to give him a hint of cleavage—plump, inviting, and entirely intentional. Your lips curved into a sly smile as you caught him staring again.

“Shunsui,” you purred, your voice low and sultry. “You’ve been staring at me all day. Is something on your mind?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, though the corners of his lips twitched, betraying his amusement. “Now, now, don’t play coy with me. You know exactly what’s on my mind.”

“Oh, do I?” You tilted your head innocently, though your smile betrayed your intent. You took a step closer, your bare feet silent on the tatami. With each step, the hem of your kimono shifted, the fabric parting just enough to give him a glimpse of your thighs. His eyes followed the movement, darkening with each inch of exposed skin.

When you were close enough to touch, you knelt beside him, your movements slow and deliberate. His breath hitched as you leaned in, your lips so close to his ear that he could feel the warmth of your breath.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” you whispered, your voice dripping with sweetness. Your fingers brushed lightly against his arm, trailing up to his shoulder. “About your hands…your tongue on me. Deep in my pussy making me cum…”

His body tensed beneath your touch, his composure slipping as he turned his head slightly, his lips just shy of brushing yours.

“You’re cruel,” he murmured lowly and rough. “Saying things like that and then leaving me wanting.”

You chuckled softly, your hand sliding down his chest as you leaned even closer. Your lips barely grazed his, a phantom touch that left him chasing you as you pulled back. “Am I?”

Before he could respond, you were up again, moving across the room with a playful sway of your hips. The frustration etched across his face was delicious, and you revelled in the power you held over him.

It wasn’t until later in the evening when the sun had dipped below the horizon and the room was bathed in the soft glow of lanterns, that he finally snapped. You were standing by the table, pouring yourself a cup of sake, when you felt it—a sudden shift in the air, thick with intent. Before you could react, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a broad, firm chest.

“I believe I’ve had enough,” Shunsui growled into your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

You gasped, the cup slipping from your fingers and clattering to the table as he spun you around, his hands gripping your waist firmly but not painfully. His dark eyes bore into yours, the teasing glint from earlier replaced by a smouldering intensity that made your breath catch. “You’ve been tormenting me all day,” he said with a husky rasp. “Whispering all those filthy things, touching me, kissing me, only to dance away like some cruel little vixen. Do you enjoy driving me mad?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he lifted you off your feet, carrying you to the futon and laying you down with surprising gentleness given the intensity burning in his eyes. His hands moved to the tie of your kimono, pulling it loose with practised ease. The fabric fell open, exposing the soft curves of your body to his hungry gaze.

You shivered under his touch, your body arching into him as he leaned down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone. His lips moved lower, teasing the sensitive skin of your breasts before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. You gasped, your hands tangling in his hair as his tongue swirled over the sensitive peak.

“Shunsui,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you as he continued his slow, torturous assault. His other hand moved lower, sliding between your thighs to tease your already aching core.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “Is this all from teasing me, or were you thinking about this too?”

“Both,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing as his fingers found your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make your hips buck.

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Good. Now let me hear just how good I make you feel, sweetheart.”

Without warning, he slid a finger inside you, curling it just right to make you cry out. He watched your reaction with darkened eyes, clearly enjoying the way you writhed beneath him. As his fingers slid inside, enjoying the way your gummy walls clamped down and sucking them back in, he brushed the tips against your sweet spot, earning a series of gasps. Your fingers scrambled to find purchase onto his shoulders, digging into the planes of his back and not caring that you were ruining his kimono.

Twisting and crooking them with vigour, your body trembled as you felt the fire building and your walls clenching around him. Your voice grew raspy as you clung to him, hips moving in sync with his rhythm to draw out your orgasm faster. The combination of his mouth on your breasts, switching sides as he swirled the hardened peaks between his lips and giving the occasional nips, alongside his thick digits rubbing your spot tipped you over the edge.

“Are you going to apologise, sweetness?” he whispered against your skin, pulling away from your breast to give a chaste kiss to your lips. “Or do I have to make you to beg to cum?”

“S-Shunsui…” you whined when his fingers slowed.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he urged sweetly and playfully, compared to the wickedness his fingers were performing below. “Are you sorry for teasing me without remorse?”

Unable to respond, you wrapped your hands around his neck and drew him in for a kiss, loving the gentle hum resonating in his chest as it escalated. Nevertheless, the torturous pace of his fingers remained. Even with the addition of his thumb circling your clit, causing your hips to stutter, he still didn’t give you want you sought, preferring to enjoy the needy whines and pleas.

“Shunsui, please…please let me cum.”

Breaking the kiss to meet your eyes, watching the way your brows cutely furrowed and your lips quivered, he grinned and pecked your lips once more. “I like it when you beg—it makes it harder to resist, especially when you look so cute,” he grinned against your lips. “But I still want to feel how sorry you are. So, let’s see how many times you can show me tonight.”

➳❥ Kuchiki Byakuya

You knew that testing his patience was the most dangerous thing you could do, yet here you were, doing the very same thing. He was reclined against the pillows, his dark hair sprawled out around him, giving him an angelic appearance while his facial expression was the opposite. Those piercing grey eyes watched you with precision as you straddled him, his hands resting at his sides, fingers twitching every now and then with the effort of restraining himself. You moved aching slowly on his cock at a pace that could only be described as torturous.

The soft, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out your pussy and your ass meeting his thighs lightly reverberated across the room. However, as much as you were enjoying the moment, tossing your head back and pressing your hands against his chest for support, he wasn’t accepting your performance. It wasn’t deserving of a standing ovation.

“Must you always test my limits?” he murmured with a faint tinge of irritation slipping through. His brows were furrowed and his lips pressed in a thin line as his eyes flickered from your face to where you two were connected. “You are aware that you are testing my discipline in ways that border on cruelty.”

A mischievous smirk played on your lips as you rolled your hips gently, deliberately squeezing around him. “But you look so good when you’re barely holding it together,” you purred as you traced your fingers down his abs. “I just want to take my time. I think you can handle it, Captain Kuchiki.” Accentuating his title as you languidly rocked your hips, grinding against him at an excruciating pace, Byakuya’s jaw clenched. The only outward sign of his patience—he let out a long, slow breath, his lips thinning as if he were attempting to mediate through your torment.

His response was a low growl, his composure eventually cracking for the briefest moment. Finally, his hands moved, resting on your hips, his grip firm but not yet demanding. “You mistake my restraint for endless indulgence,” he said deceptively calm, though there was an unmistakable edge of warning beneath his words.

Ignoring the warning and leaning forward so that your breasts brushed against his chest as you kissed the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I just want to see how far I can push you,” you taunted.

The shift was sudden, as though a dam had broken. Byakuya’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he sat up in fluid motion, forcing you to squeal in surprise. Before you could fully process the change, he had flipped you onto your back, his movements smooth and efficient. “I tire of your games,” he warned and positioned himself above you.

Your smirk faltered, replaced by a gasp as he thrust into you without hesitation, the sudden vigour making your back arch off the futon. Your nails clung to his skin, raking down his back and leaving red marks in their wake. The soft sound of sweaty skin meeting changed into the loud pitter-patter of his cock sliding in and out your pussy at a faster rate. For every thrust, a fresh gush of your juices flowed out, soaking his entire cock and the futon underneath. A glance at the sight between you two prompted a deep hum in his chest.

“Do you still wish to ‘take your time’ with me?” he asked in a clipped tone dripping with condescension. His lips curled into a faint smirk as he watched your expression twist—jaw slack, eyes shut and pathetic whimpers escaping your lips. Your nails continued to rake across his back as you struggled to find purchase. Every thrust of his was punctuated with a silent warning to not test his patience.

“Y-you don’t have to—oh god—prove your point like this,” you stammered between breathless moans.

Byakuya arched an elegant brow, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to reason with him. “You seemed intent on drawing this out,” he muttered in satisfaction, his eyes displaying the same emotion. “Now, we shall do things my way.”

His hands gripped your thighs tighter and pulled them higher around his waist to deepen the angle, and the new position sent a jolt of pleasure through your body that left you stuttering his name. His cock was punishing your insides, brushing against your sweet spot with abandon want. You could feel how much your insides were stirring, his cock pushing deeper behind every thrust, making your toes curls. “Tell me, is this pace more to your liking?”

You couldn’t respond with words, your voice lost to the relentlessness of the waves of sensation coursing through your body. All you could do was cling to him, your body trembling as he continued his unyielding rhythm. The expert rolls off his hips as he paused momentarily to ground them against yours, causing his tip to press heavily against your sweet spot leaving you spasming. Your body shuddered as you clung to him desperately. The silent, sinful thrusts Byakuya delivered, each leaving your speech function incapacitated.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down for a desperate kiss that he returned with equal fervour, his usual restraint giving way to something more primal. His lips moved against yours, hot and demanding as he pried more sounds from you, his hips never faltering.

“Byakyua, please—” you gasped when he pulled back, his name ringing out frantically, unsure of what you were asking for.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he quipped, displaying his rare touch of humour. His smirk widened, clearly satisfied with your incoherent whimpering as the room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting and your breathless, needy moans.

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