#ishida ryuken smut

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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.

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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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."

[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*

[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…”

[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

[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

[kurokawaia]

─── ARANCCAR MASTERLIST QUINCY MASTERLIST ───

Ulquiorra | Cifer Ulquiorra

headcanons/ drabbles/ images

Crush - sfw (headcanons - how the crush would develop, how he'd act, how he'd confess)

Grimmjow | Jaegerjaquez Grimmjow

headcanons/ drabbles/ images

Pushy - sfw | yandere content

Starrk | Coyote Starrk

currently nothing

Uryu | Ishida Uryu

currently nothing

Ryuken | Ishida Ryuken

currently nothing

Haschwalth | Haschwalth Jugram

full fics

The balance - (cw: yandere themes, eventual smut) - (completed) part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

MASTERLIST ───

[niilue]

Sorry I mess up with the request may I ask for Ryuken (bleach) #9 oversitim and degradation

‧₊˚⊹ sub ryuken ishida x gn dom! reader

prompt:  i’m not gonna stop leaving marks till i’m sure everyone will know you’re mine."

cw; drabble, dom reader, gn reader, overstim, degradation, hickeys, bratt sub, spit kink? words: 699 1k event

doing it in dr. ishida's office may not have been your brightest idea so far, but the white-haired idiot provoked you too much and you had to show him who's in charge.

you kissed him hard, grabbing him by the back of the neck, biting his lips and making him growl.

"don't be so rough, it hurts." 

with a strong tug you opened his shirt, tearing several buttons and exposing his smooth skin.

"shut the fuck up." you pushed him to his desk and with one of your legs you pressed his crotch, leaving him no escape.

you felt it a little hard, but it was hard to tell. his stoic face and scowl even when you were doing it was very annoying.

you took his face between one of your hands and pressed hard, making his cheeks and lips come together. "i hate what a prude you are, like you don't enjoy this as much as i do."

"you're an ignorant (name)." 

it was funny that he said that in such a serious and apathetic tone, when his choked breath gave him away, as did his dilated pupils.

you kissed him again, ignoring all his complaints and poor desires to escape. you pulled his pants down halfway, exposing his member.

you massaged it, touched its tip and squeezed his hard meat between your hands. you did all this while you kept looking at his face. you didn't want to miss a detail.

you laughed sarcastically and licked his trembling lips, his false mask of "nothing affects me" was falling off in front of you.

you saw him open his mouth to say something inaudible. but he just snorted and closed his eyes and leaned back. while you kept touching his cock and massaging his full balls.

"beg me, ryu, like the slut you are." you began to kiss and mark his chest, followed by his neck. you wanted every time he looked in the mirror to see all the marks you had left on him. you wanted him to remember all the dirty things you had done to him.

the man stirred and whimpered when you bit him hard on his sensitive neck, by inertia he spread his legs wider, now leaning back better on the desk. apparently it was an invitation for you to fuck him.

"haaa! (name), how dare you leave visible marks on me." ryu touched his now adorned neck with annoyance, red and full of the hickeys you had left on it. ups.

“i'm not gonna stop leaving marks till i'm sure everyone will know you're mine."

you looked at him with a sly smile, still touching his member without much excitement.

"fuck, how much i hate you." the man mentioned. 

you moved closer to his face. like a predator to its prey. ryu lay completely flat on his back as you both looked at each other in tension.

"open your mouth." and so he did. 

with one of your fingers you held his lips, keeping it open for you. then you opened your mouth and let a trickle of saliva run down your mouth to his. when you spit it out you saw him look at your saliva with lustful eyes and when it landed in his mouth he swallowed it loudly.

before all this you kept touching him and already felt your hand wet and sticky. "don't tell me you cum when i spit on you, mmm you dirty doctor."

ryu squeezed his legs together and when you weren't touching him properly he would thrust himself forward looking for more friction. he had already cum but his body didn't seem satisfied.

the man was biting his lips so hard you could see traces of blood. you kept masturbating him pulling out more orgasms, and that's only when you touched his member you didn't want to see how he would get if you touched anything else.

"what's wrong? it's too much for you...? and i thought you would satisfy me well today."

"fuck... shut up, shut up (name)" poor thing. he couldn't even insult you properly anymore, he was so lost in the over stimulation that he only served to cum in your hand.

[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.

[sangorous]

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐰𝐩, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬), 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲)

byakuya kuchiki x black!fem!reader

"Be a good girl and don't make a sound," your fiancé softly spoke, walking up to as you sat in the bed.

"Ain't ya' squad here?" you whispered, looking at him.

"Do you want the others to hear you?" he looked at you and you shook your head.

"Good girl," he slightly smiled, looking at you.

Today you decided to visit your fiancé after another stressful night day of work. You knew that he was a bit tense and you knew just how to help him, but what you didn't know was that the members from his squad would be at his house. Figuring out how they were going to attack the enemy. This was a major surprise because usually they used Ichigo's place.

He slowly pushed your body to the bed and slowly climbed on you, placing his lips on your neck. He began to softly nibble and suck on the side of your neck as he slid your top down.

His hands slid down to your sides where he slid down your shorts. He unbuckled his jeans and grabbed his dick from his boxers and began to slowly tease you.

"Byakuya..." you softly groaned, placing your hands on his chest.

"Uh uh," he looked at you, giving your lips a peck.

"Silence..." he added as he continued to tease you.

You wanted to let a soft moan out, but you knew what would happen if you broke his rule. Slowly, he entered himself into you and began to thrust in and out of you in at a rough pace.

"Damn..." you muttered into your hand as he roughly thrusted in and out of you. You were trying your best to stay quiet, but you couldn't.

"Byakuya. Damn, I can't hold it in," you quietly whimpered, looking at him.

"Shhh princess," he softly spoke, giving you hard and rough thrusts.

You felt the rush and urge to scream, but you lifted yourself up a bit to softly bite onto Byakuya's collarbone, "dammit..." you cried into his collarbone, feeling him go deep inside of you.

You felt your body began to shake slowly as you felt him roughly hit your spot, "fuck!" you shouted, feeling the tears fall down your face.

"Imma about to cum," you whimpered, looking at him.

"Go ahead princess," he softly spoke.

Together, the two of you released and went inside the bathroom where the two of you showered together.

He gave you one of his shirts and you wore it with your pajama shorts as you heard Renji shout about the food being ready.

"I see that the two of you had fun..." Ikkaku smirked at you and Byakuya as you took a seat on Byakuya's lap.

"I guess," you tried your best to act clueless, taking a bite from your food.

"You guess?" Rukia raised her eyebrow.

"That's not what we heard..." Renji lowly spoke, looking at the ground.

"what'd you say Renji?" you looked at him and he shook his head.

"Nothing, nothing," he gave you a fake smile.

"What he meant was, 'fuck!'." Ikkaku shouted, causing you to punch his arm.

"Don't hit me, learn how to stay quiet," he added, rubbing his arm.

"I told you to stay quiet, now we're going to try again," Byakuya whispered in your ear, his hands sliding down to your thighs.

"And this time there will be silence," he added, sending shivers down your spine.

⌨ ◠ ⌗stfu tori is speakin' ;; ❞

this was ass, i know. so i’m letting you guys choose who to write a sugar daddy smut with: byakuya kuchiki again, kisuke urahara, shunsui kyoraku, isshin kurosaki, or ryuken ishida?

[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.

[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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[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 😭

[bleach-your-panties]

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

[sashi-ya]

𝑥𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡; 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 ⋆˙⊹ Young! Ishida Ryuuken x f! reader. nsfw

request: @zella07 asked: Hello!! How are you? I hope you are doing well :D I want to request Ryūken Ishida x Female reader NsFw.(Prompt: Snow and Sky) please. Thank you soo much. | tw: nsfw. placed back when Ryu-chan was younger and Uryu wasn't even born. You could say reader became what Katagiri was. (or not, it's up to you). penetration. spanking and slapping. choking. dominant! ryuken | wc: 1.8k | masterlist | taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @stygianoir @alexkanroji |

Because every winter you would look at the streets, and then, to the skies. Everything tints in white, like the strands of the slightly wavy hair that covers half of his face.

Ryuuken has left the city to become a doctor, but maybe also to scape from his family. From his family, and her. She, who would represent the sun for him, fell in love with another man, leaving in Ryuuken a hole in his chest, a dark void in his heart. You wonder if, perhaps, he has also left her behind like he did with his old life…

Another new years eve approaches, showing all how cruel and unstoppable the pass of the time is.

You open a pristine white envelope, breaking the Quincy star wax stamp with great pleasure. Once again, the Ishida family is hosting a New Years Eve gathering for you all… the Echt Quincy. However, it was weird enough for you to see that the letter of invitation had a special request added right at the end…

“Dear, (Name). The Ishida family begs for your presence, my son Ryuuken is coming back this year”

You jolt from your seat;  “Ryuu is coming back?!” you scream walking towards the foggy window of your room. You take a look at the sky becoming darker outside with frosted stars all above, and smile pleased… yes, Ryuuken is finally coming back…

The next day had been hectic. Searching for the best dress would have been easier if the Quincy rules weren’t so strict, however you ended up getting the sexiest choice allowed; a white, tight, long dress. Almost as long as the hours passing until you are finally set to meet him again.

“I wonder if his hair is still wavy and white… is he still wearing glasses?” you think, while a car sent by the Ishida family takes you to their manor.

As you take the first step outside, and thank the chauffeur, you breathe the cold air of the year’s last day. “Here we go… I hope you still remember me…”

Inside, everything -as always- looks so perfect and sterile. No fancy decorations, but refined and sad elements that reminds you of how strict that family had been all their life.

A beautiful woman, with black hair and dark attire receives your white coat, a coat only pure Quincies wear. “Welcome, Miss (Name). Please, follow me” she says, smiling with sad eyes.

“Thank you so much, Katagiri…” you mumble, knowing too well who she is; the woman that has taken care of Ryuuken since her childhood.

Music plays in the background, wrapping the notes with the soft bustle of the invitees. A soft mumble that turns into silence when you appear in front of them. Many have an amazed expression on their faces, others, lustful looks bathing your body.

Izumi Ishida, Ryuuken’s mother, older than what you could remember, comes to your rescue. She salutes you, so formal as always.

She doesn’t speak about her son immediately, in fact, many of her questions have to do with you and your life.

“(Name)!” the sudden, and well known, sad voice of Ryuuken pulls you away from his mother. His hair is still as snowlike as always. His blue eyes shine like a winter moon and his expression is still the same… Ryuuken never smiles, Ryuuken still has his heart broken.

“Ryuu-chan!! You are back!!!” you, euphorically, react. Running towards him, remembering those days were you two were kids. A tight hug surrounds his cold embrace, melting for perhaps two or three seconds, his icy stare.

Everybody gasps at your reaction. That isn’t proper of Quincies, much lest Eicht ones. But who cares, who cares about their stupid rules?

Ryuuken does. He really cares. And, just as he pushes you away in a subtle way he also grabs you by your wrist. “(Name), stop. Follow me” he commands under his breathe. Though, you think there is no point in trying not to be loud.

You walk fast, trying to follow his steps into the long hall of the manor. You still smile, he is blushed, and his palm becomes sweaty around your hand.

“Ryuu-chan, what is going on?” you ask, giggling. But soon your smile fades as he pushes you against the wall. “(Name), why are you here?” he asks, rather aggressively with shaky voice.

You widen your eyes, why is he treating you this way? You try to let go off his strong grip, but truth is that you wouldn’t like him to ever let you go.  “Ryuken, why are you hurting me?” you ask, calmly with a deadly smirk.

He swallows and sighs. His stare softens as well as his grip, but he never lets you fully go. “Why are you here? Did my mother call you?” he asks, troubled.

“I- I’ve been invited as always. She told me you were coming back, yes. But it was my decision to come. I missed you… but don’t worry, I’m leaving if it’s a problem to you” you mumble, sad to see how much discomfort your presence seems to be bringing him.

Ryuuken realizes you aren’t the one to blame. “I’m really sorry” he murmurs, letting you go, but keeping his hand on the wall right next to your face. With his head hanging down, he takes his time to sketch a simple answer.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just that my family is desperate for me to marry… and… why must be me?” he says, knowing that the future of the Quincies -again- depends on him.

You bite your lips, and softly approach for his cheek. Carressing with utmost care his chin you pull him up to look at you. His eyes seem a little glossy as if a million of tears were trying to fall at the same time. You smile kindly, taking his glasses off and spreading your arms to receive him in them.

He doubts, but ultimately succumbs to your hug. Ryuken’s forehead rests on your shoulder, and your palm traces circles over his back. You are worried about ruining his white coat with just your touch, but it isn’t important now.

“It’s ok… you can marry me” you suddenly say, surprising him -and frankly yourself-. “What?” he asks, completely dumbfounded.

You laugh lovingly. “I’m an Eicht Quincy… I’m all you need. Let’s get married, let’s give them what they want. I will let you be completely free, you don’t really need to act like a husb-“

He shuts you up with an unexpected, needy kiss. With eyes big as the moon, you let him kiss you and soon your lids fall over them. You enjoy the interaction, the wet tongue of many years of lust…

He doesn’t stop kissing you, and blindly opens the door behind you. None of you know exactly if that was his room or not, but both get inside.

“I- Let’s do it” Ryuken says, resting his forehead on yours. You still have his glasses on your hands, trying not to crush them. You wonder what is he saying… let’s do what?

“Getting married or you fucking me?” you ask, shamelessly. It makes him subtly laugh, you have always been that way with him, since those academy years where he used to “die” for his cousin Masaki.

A smirk on his lips means both, and you let his skilful doctor hands to peel your dress off your body.

“Both?” you ask, once you fall back into a big bed that you assume is for the guests.

“Is it too bad if we have our wedding night before the wedding?” Ryuuken whispers, letting you undress him.

His pale lips travel from the commissure of your lips to your neck; the scent of his skin, as pure as always, invades you. It strikes you with the sweet chocolatey notes of his perfume, and the darkness of his stare now tinted in pure desire. Your legs surrounding his waist, pressing him down harder, joining your sex in wet and hard mixture.

He touches your face when his lips finally unlock from yours. The starcross of his heritage hangs in silver shine from his wrist, metallic reminder of how power can be freeing but also oppressive. A power you delightfully taste by trapping one of the points of the stars with your tongue and into your mouth.

He shivers, and perhaps an out-of-control grunt escapes his throat. “You have always been so tempting, (Name)” he barely murmurs.

“It’s because I’ve always wanted you… but you were too blind to look at me” you recriminate, as he goes down your breasts and bites you hard. It makes you squirm and swear, owning for the second a soft slap on your cheek.

“Don’t talk that way to your future husband” he orders you, turning you around violently. You bury your head on the mattress as Ryuuken pulls you from your hips up. Leaving you on all fours, but with your chest pressed against the bed, he prepares to work you from behind.

You gasp twice. Once for the audacity of turning you around so violently, and two, for the way he acts as you never thought he would.

The white-haired Quincy bends over your curled back, his warm skin against your extra sensitive one. His hand grabbing a full fist of your hair and pulling your head back. “I’ve always wanted you too, let’s keep our bloodline running”.

You smirk looking at him from the side, matching the darkness in which he is immersed in. “Fuck me then, Ryuuken”

No need to tell him to do so, as his white pants go down and his erection nests in between your warm, wet folds. He shivers, his fingers bury in your hips. Ryuuken takes his time to enjoy the embrace of your anatomy without penetrating you right away. He plays with the need of you body, with the way you move in search of his sex invading your insides, stretching you out, filling you…

And only when he is ready to end your suffering is when the tip of his dick dives deep inside your entrance. “Ryuu ~” you mewl, making him spank you hard.

“Shh… it’s almost new year and they will search for us. I don’t want to present my future wife while I fuck her” he grunts, moving in and out of you faster and harder, kissing your back with wet kisses that compete with the sound of his hips slapping yours.  

The words “future wife” sound so good as he fucks you, that you wouldn’t mind if someone else saw you being possessed by Ishida Ryuuken right now.

The cross hanging from his wrists hits yours, giving the doctor a good idea… you don’t carry your Quincy power on your hand, but around your neck. And this man will use the silver chain for a better grip. Pulling from it, you feel every link carving marks on your neck, stopping the air from flowing, choking you like probably the “blue” blood does with him… what a beautiful and dark depiction of his suffering.

Fuck the suffering away, Ryuuken…  

[sashi-ya]

霊圧 + 淫慾. // spiritual pressure + lust. [twoop x sy]

𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄. by sashi-ya 𝐃𝐑. 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ

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“Dr. Ishida? I’m done with the patients” you announce, after knocking at Ryuken’s office door. “(Name)? can you please come in? I need to discuss a few things with you” he says, with his usual deep and calmed tone. The commissure of your lip curling up a little bit, a small smirk that could only mean one thing; Dr. Ishida has had a stressful day, and he needs release...

The dim light of his desk illuminates half his face and the smoke coming from his cigarette, behind his desk the city lights of Karakura flicker on a cold night. It’s about to snow, but inside that room the heat is rising up.

“Yes, Dr.?” you ask, pressing the folder with your patients’ information against your breasts. You watch him pat his lap, with his sharp eyes going up your legs to your blushing cheeks.

Your lips separate, and instantly you use your body weight to close the office door. A little click on the latch and the click of your heels against the ground. “You know that smoking is bad for you, Ryuken~” you purr so sexily as you walk towards him.

A sudden smirk garnishes his eternal serious stare, and your skin reacts right away turning bumpy, hot, sensitive. He gives his cigarette the last blow, extinguishing the cherry soon after to receive you over his crossed legs.

“It’s an addiction, (Name). You are bad for me too, but I’m addicted to your body…” he whispers, as you straddle your hips on his legs and his hands skilfully open your blouse. His icy eyes take some time to enjoy the look of the white lace surrounding your breasts. White lace he chose specifically for you.

You giggle, his straight nose gets buried on your neck. Ryuken is truly addicted to you, to your sweet perfume, he inhales and kisses your skin. Your body has become a way to destress, to ease the darkness of his mind for a little time.

Ryuken’s hand goes up your nape, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling your head back. “I wanna fuck you so hard tonight” he whispers, with his lips pressed on your collar bones.

“Then fuck me hard, Dr. Ishida ~” you mumble, biting your lips. He always keeps his word, and it won’t be different tonight.

As his lips travel down your chest, his glasses carve on your skin; he is so desperate he forgot to take them out. You brush the quincy’s silky white hair back, you enjoy the look of his skylike eyes burning holes into yours as his mouth gets to your nipples.

You hump over his lap, feeling the growing erection you love the most get harder underneath your sex. He grunts when you move, pulling harder from your hair more and more. You are well trained not to moan since you are in the hospital but it’s still hard when he proceeds to lift you up and sit you on his desk.

“Wearing a skirt, I see” he says, excitedly watching over the frame of his glasses. “Just as you asked me to, love ~” you moan, spreading your legs to show him you have no panties underneath.  

Ryuken smiles, pleased. He had asked for it in the past, the idea of you walking through the corridors of his hospital with no coverings for your sex makes his mind go wild. “I knew it, the way you walk when you aren’t wearing anything is just different” he whispers, sliding his hand up your thigh until his fingertips reach for your wet folds. He touches your labia up and down, so delicately, almost feeling it like a tickle.

You squirm to his touch, your nails carving on the wooden surface, your belly muscles tightening. “I- Ryuken please…” you beg, you need more than simple touches here and there. But you know way too well you won’t get it until he decides it to.

Dr. Ishida sits back, getting comfortable on his chair while he can’t stop looking at your sex. “You know what… I kinda want you to give me a show” he says, narrowing his eyes and smirking so lustfully. “Go ahead, touch yourself for me”

You swallow, there is absolutely nothing you wouldn’t do for him. Your hand goes down your stomach to your sex. Your index and middle finger spread your labia until your pulsating clit gets exposed to him.

“Go on” he commands, Ryuken enjoys to be in control and while you trace circles on your clit he loosens his tie and lowers the zipper of his white pants. His dick gets freed from the fabric prison, being surrounded by his right hand.

Your lover gets harder and harder, a string of precum forming in between the tip of his sex and his finger’s. You go faster, it’s so arousing to see his jaw muscles clenching as he jerks off to the image of your sex getting ready for climax.

“Ryuken…” you whine. “(Name)?” he asks, in between pants. “Fuck me now, please” you plead, spreading your legs even more and taking your heels out.

“Keep asking for my dick, (Name)” he commands, enjoying your neediness. You want to cry, you want him inside, so deep inside. “Please, fuck me” you beg again, this time getting to of your fingers in your entrance to show him how much you want to be filled by his cock.

He lets you suffer a little longer, still pumping his dick up and down, giving you a sexy side look. Ryuken wants you as much as you do, and he finally succumbs when your feet try to reach for his reddish sex.

“Fine, come here. Let me fuck you” he pulls you towards him, making you land on his lap once again. The wet touch of both cores makes you two moan into each other’s mouths. “You are so wet, damn” he grunts, pressing his lips against yours.

It’s a matter of seconds for his manhood to search for your entrance on its own. Bodies so desperate emanating heat; the windows have fogged and the snow outside has begun to accumulate.

His soft surgeon’s hand covers your mouth to muzzle an incontrollable loud whine. Your walls finally feel him inside, and they clench so good to him. You begin to hump as soon as he bites your lip. Ryuken squeezes your ass, helping you go up and down, back and forth and sometimes around with your hips.

Your eyes close, your lips open, his thumb invades your mouth. You milk him, your clit grazes against his belt…

“Allow me to fill you up” he says, while both are about to reach climax and your foreheads are pressed one against the other. “Y-yes, yes” you whine, well aware he might give his poor son a new sibling.

You throw your head back, allowing your orgasm to take over. Ryuken teeth graze your chin as he also comes, flooding your insides with warm seed. You feel his twitching sex going insatiably deep, deep inside while he climaxes.

His tired expression matches yours, both sigh satisfied. Dr. Ishida fixes his glasses, giving you a sweet smile and delicately calling for you to rest on his chest while he reclines the chair back.

“Let’s go home before the snow makes it impossible to drive” “Hmhg… I want hot chocolate” “I will make you one when we arrive, maybe Uryu wants one too” “I’m sure he will”