#ishida ryuuken x reader

[ryndicate]

How bad do you want it? ⨳ Ichida Ryuken

"Then you know what to do."

notes: for @semisgroupie 's what's done in the dark collab! I've finally written something for bleach and I couldn't be happier to be writing about daddy Ishida >:3

warnings: uneven power dynamic, abuse of position, reader is given multiple outs aka consent, unprotected sex, public/risky sex

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Whispers have been echoing around you since you arrived at work this morning, early but not so bright at a severe three in the morning. 

"Have you seen next week's schedule?"

"I haven't had a day off in three weeks."

"At least you don't have four back to back doubles. I've done nothing but work and sleep for god knows how—"

"Ma'am!" The youngest nurse in the lineup, Sachi you think, pops up from her seat after catching sight of you frowning at your boards. You turn to see her pacing towards you and grimace. 

You had seen the schedules too and were feeling the drain the same as everyone else. A few staff members from your department had been transferred last month with no replacements in sight.

"Can you please talk to Dr. Ishida," she all but begs you, her voice carrying enough to draw some of the other nurses towards you, their expressions taking on a hopeful outlook. "If anyone can convince him to hire more nurses it would be you."

Too late to escape, you try to ready a smile as the other nurses chorus at you, anxiety climbing.

"He always listens to you! It's probably because you're so good at your job."

"Yeah, I couldn't even get him to order new pens."

"He's so curt with everyone else."

"It wouldn't hurt to try, right?" Sachi throws on her best puppy eyes for good measure and you feel your willpower splinter. "Worst he could say is no?"

"Fine," you sigh, the pulsing of a new headache sounding like the last nails in your coffin. "I'll ask him after my shift today; he's got surgeries for most of the afternoon and a consultation in the evening."

Everyone relaxes measurably, breaking off one by one to get back to their duties and thanking you in hushed tones as the man in question appears around the corner.

Dr. Ishida Ryuuken barely gives you a cursory glance before breezing right past and you stiffen, making a show of studying the papers in your hand until he's gone. 

It's right to feel intimidated; tall and fit with vibrant snowy hair and a sharp jawline, he's incredibly handsome, barely looking a day over thirty despite having a teenage son. Quiet and icily strict, he’s a talented and sought after doctor despite losing his wife all those years ago. You could hardly imagine a man as cutting as him to even have had a wife, but you've never married so you guess you don't understand what it's like to lose a partner.

"Wouldn't hurt him to be nicer though." You rub your eyes, mumbling the words under your breath before glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one heard you. 

It’s a long day, like always. The work is hard, but in the end it’s good work. Infected stitches, bed sores, endless looping conversations with worried patients… someone has to do it, right?

You’re standing in the nurses bathroom exhausted, starving, and making a small attempt to wash some of the day’s grime away while you work up the nerve to go back upstairs to your department head’s office. This is honestly the last thing you wanted to do today, but you’ve been here longer than the rookies who swarmed you this morning, and honestly? They’re right. If they tried to talk to Dr. Ishida, he would have sent them running with their tails between their legs. You, on the other hand, have a little more backbone than that.

Feet still sore from the day you take the elevator up, thankful to find it empty and silent, and make your way down the familiar path to his office. You pause outside the door at the sound of muffled voices coming through the door. You check your watch. It’s nearly eight; you thought he’d be done with his consultation by now. There’s no way it would have run this long. Listening intently you try to make out the words.

“Sir, it’s the board of directors again. They’re trying to schedule—”

“Tell them I’m not here.”

“They’re not going to believe that.”

There’s a beat of silence and you can almost feel the undoubtedly stormy glare roiling behind his glasses.

“Then tell them to contact me during my operating hours. I’m off duty. They can leave a message like everyone else.”

“Sir, it’s the board.”

There’s more silence, and you step back from the door quickly when you realize their conversation is over, trying to appear unassuming. 

Ishida’s haggard looking aid doesn’t spare you a glance as they leave, and suddenly you feel less pessimistic about your own job.

The door is ajar so you tap your knuckles on the door, peeking in.

Dr. Ishida looks up from his desk, eyes still sharp, but some of the severity dissipates as he realizes it’s you.

“What is it this time?” He goes back to the papers on his desk. He’s aloof, bored, but with no direct dismissal you gather your nerves to do what you came for. You leave the door open to make the point that this won't take long.

“The nurses are still having a hard time since the transfers finalized,” you start, haltingly.

There’s several long moments of silence and for a moment you think he’s going to ignore you indefinitely before he looks up, raising an eyebrow at you.

“And?” 

The dry expectancy of his tone has heat rising beneath your collar, but you grit your teeth and work up your customer service smile from the days you worked retail to put yourself through nursing school. You never thought that experience would actually be useful, but here you are.

“Well, I understand how important your time is, sir, but we were hoping you might take some time out of your busy schedule to hire some additional staff to help balance the workload.”

As much as you try, there’s no curbing the biting undercurrent to your words. You’ve been in this position too many times to not be tired of it, and today you really just want to go home.

The good doctor turns his chair to face you, and his now piercing stare is enough to whittle away at your faltering confidence shakily propped up by indignance. You find your feet shifting as you try to ease your discomfort as he looks you over.

When he doesn’t say anything you’re getting ready to turn and stalk out of his office, but he finally speaks.

His voice is smooth now, nonchalant. “How important is this?”

“It would really help, sir,” you sigh, meek and defeated as he moves his chair a few feet back from his desk, the wheels giving a light squeak as they catch on the carpet. He leans back in it, crossing his arms. There’s an intensity in his eyes now that's different, an unspoken dare.

“Then you know what to do.”

There's that moment of resistance, there always is, where you simply maintain his stare with the blankest expression you can manage. But you inevitably crumble.

With a silent sigh, you reach for the hem of your scrubs and pull the colored pattern over your head. You're reaching for your bra when you pause, remembering the door is still open. 

Your hands drop and you're turning when Dr. Ishida's voice quietly rumbles across the room.

"Leave it." You glare at him and he stares back, immovable. "Unless you're done here?"

There it is, your best chance at walking out. Ignoring his bait you swallow your biting retort and unhook your bra, heat rising beneath your skin as he eyes your exposed tits, already hard from the scrutiny. You don't give him much more time than that, kicking out of your shoes and shoving your scrub bottoms off before coming around the edge of his desk.

You're left in nothing but a simple pair of gray cotton panties. Trying to hide your nerves, you lay yourself over his desk, nipples tightening painfully against the cold wood, hips raised and jutted out, displaying your ass for him.

You inhale slowly as he trails his hand up your outer thigh, skimming over the curve of your ass with such a gentle touch that it’s almost too sensitive. It makes you want to shy away, but you know that would only displease him, so you bite your inner cheek and steel yourself.

“Laundry day?” Ryuuken hums idly, sliding a finger in the band curving your left cheek and letting it go with a soft snap.

“With respect, fuck you, sir,” you sigh wearily, not in the mood for his brand of teasing today.

There’s a single note chuckle behind you, and you hate the way it sears against your skin like a brand, goosebumps rising down your spine in anticipation as you feel him move closer behind you. Instinctively you raise yourself to the balls of your feet as you feel his erection against your ass.

“Good girl.”

He’s amused now and you want nothing more than to hiss at him like a disgruntled cat, but your anxious eyes keep flickering to the open door, the risk of someone walking past keeping you silent.

Ryuuken rolls his hips into your ass a few times and smoothes a palm up your back, apparently content with taking his time.

“Will you hurry up?” you finally hiss, shuddering as his fingers make a third pass up and down your spine. You can feel the uncomfortable wetness growing between your thighs, the damp patch against your entrance sticking to your pussy. 

His hand immediately wraps around the back of your neck, effectively scruffing you, and you can’t help but let out a little squeak of surprise. He presses more tightly against you, leaning down to put his lips by your ear.

“Be quiet or get out,” Ryuuken murmurs, soft and dangerous, but the apparent lust roughening his tone is like little sparks bursting in your gut. You go limp, resigning yourself to his petting, arousal building like bubbling pressure in a coffee machine. 

You’re a hot flustered mess by the time you hear the clink of his belt, and you can’t help the tiny moan of approval as he finally tugs down your panties. The ache between your thighs has you biting every ounce of self restraint to keep your hips from arching towards him, letting him press on the small of your back and bump your feet into his preferred position like you wouldn’t have done it yourself given the chance.

A mewl is on the tip of your tongue, half choked as you chew your lower lip, at the feel of his fingers swiping through the slick you’ve accumulated. It receives a low hum of approval before his fingers are replaced with the blunt tip of his cock.

There’s a fog swirling over your mind. You can’t remember hearing the sound of a condom, but the heat and warmth of him slowly sinking into you is enough to send any worries of that flying from your mind. Your knuckles are white on the edge of the desk as you chew on a whine; his girth is something you’ve always reluctantly referred to as perfect, just enough to leave you full without making you grit at any pain, but his length always has you holding your breath because it never seems to end. He gives a little sigh behind you that has your mind fill with fluff, crackles of electricity sparking like exposed wires through your nerves.

“Breathe,” Ryuuken instructs calmly, and you hiccup, drawing in air like you just remembered how. “Again.”

There’s tears threatening your lashline as he stills, and you want to growl and posture at this stupid, sexy, rude as hell doctor being kind enough to give you time to adjust, but the alternative isn’t worth it. Knowing him, he’d rub it rather smugly in your face just how much you’re dripping all over him. So you sniffle instead, and tip your hips up just a little more, moaning in your throat as it has him pressing tighter against the front wall of your pussy.

One of his hands is stroking over the fat of your ass almost absentmindedly, as your pussy ripples around him at random, finally growing impatient for more stimulation. As if sensing your frustration, his grip moves to your waist and you curl a forearm under your cheek, ready to muffle any sounds if you need to.

His thrusts are quick and dirty right from the start, and your teeth are making divots in your arm before you know it. You get the sense that you’re not the only one stressed from today’s workload; it’s as if he’s trying to slam every ounce of pent up frustration out through your cunt. The unbreaking pace is mind-numbing and your eyes glaze over as he strikes deep in your core. 

Ryuuken’s grunts are quiet but they bathe over your ears, causing your pussy to squeeze down on him, and the hand supporting the brunt of his force flashes back to grab his wrist as you feel pleasure curl so close to the surface that you’re sure you’d crumble if it didn’t peak. He shakes his hand out of your grip and you almost sob, but he’s tugging your hips back further off the desk and reaching under you, the tips of his fingers brushing over your clit and your whole body locks up as your orgasm rips through you. 

His breathed curse falls on deaf ears as you ride out the blissful storm, extended by the way he savagely pulls you back on his cock, jerking into you unevenly, frantically, and you taste iron and salt as he sinks deep and grinds.

He’s still for a moment, breathing hard before his cock slips out of your cunt, and you feel warmth spilling down your thighs. One of these days you’ll have half a mind left to pay attention when Dr. Ishida Ryuuken loses his composure, but you’re too preoccupied with riding out the final aftershocks as he straightens his clothes behind you and smoothes his hair down.

Only then does he slide your panties back up your legs, making sure they’re firmly in place. There’s the soft sound of rustling fabric and finally your awareness rouses. You raise your head to see the office door closed, and your discarded scrubs sitting on the corner of his desk. 

Ryuuken watches you silently as you redress, offering no words, and you don't need them. You've been here before; you did what you came for, and he got what he wanted. Words weren’t necessary. Words complicate things.

He opens the door for you as you slip on your shoes. “Until next time.”

Something indescribable brightens inside you at Ryuuken’s words, and you give him a searing glare. In return you receive a small smirk, and he closes the door behind you with a light click.

As you walk down the hall, you tell yourself it’s only to gain favor with your employees, to help everyone out. That it’s altruism in its finest for you to pimp yourself out to the head of the department. That it has absolutely nothing to do with how well he fucks you and sends you on your way with shaking legs and a dripping cunt. Absolutely nothing at all.

Sachi is sitting at the nurse's station when you get down there, and you belatedly realize she was one of the nurses working double today.

“Oh, your arm!” She gasps, peeling out of her seat and dashing for the first aid cart. “I hate it when patients bite.”

You look down to see the mark on your arm; it’s bleeding, barely, but the crescent shape is like a ghostly reminder of his smile right before he closed the door in your face, and your heart jumps against your wishes.

Your glare returns in earnest.

Damn him.

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[my-my-my]

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."

[wing-ed-thing]

Bloodline (Uryū x Reader)

Word Count: 1k

Tags/Warnings: @toofilthy Arranged Marriage AU, Childhood Friends, Quincy!Reader, Timeline Who?, Canon Divergence for the sake of DRAMA

Notes: 

The members of your family have entered forced arranged marriages for as long as you could remember. The few aunties, uncles, and cousins you had had their spouses selected seemingly at random. The unions as partnerships for something greater than yourselves, all of it in the name of survival for the minuscule Quincy population. Or so you were told.

You and Uryū were lucky. 

Out of all the men you could have been betrothed to, you were lucky that it was to your best friend. Although, it was a natural choice, one that you were never worried about. The choice had been, in fact, through the process of elimination as you were the only Quincies that were eligible (save for the older Ryūken and a first cousin that was far too young for Uryū). 

It could have been worse. Uryū had plenty of positive qualities if not characteristics that could only be described as safe and boring. Clean. Smart. Noble. It could have been worse.

Safe and boring was just fine when it was just the two of you. Left out of the loop together and told nothing of the vague agenda that was whispered about quietly behind closed doors. 

You studied his smooth, angular face as you sat on the carpet in Ryūken’s study. You recalled the familiar door to the office many times, never daring to enter despite the many years you made yourself at home in the Ishida household. It was off-limits to you as a child. Even in your adulthood, as you were forced into a caretaker role through cultural pressure, the closest you came to the office was a quick knock to notify Ryūken of dinner. And now, you and Uryū had fearlessly infiltrated.

He handed you papers absentmindedly as he rifled through cabinets and files. You sorted them around your knees, watching as he rolled his sleeves to his elbows. His forearms had filled out. A vein traveled down his right forearm, barely visible under his skin. Uryū’s broad shoulders flexed as he dug further into books and papers. He shifted to steady himself on one knee. 

It surprised you. There used to be a time when Uryū would have made himself sick at the thought of defying his father. If you didn’t know better, you would have guessed he’s done this before.

There was a time when you had been taller. You remembered how scrawny he used to be, how your shoe size used to be the same. You watched the fire of determination in his eyes, certain that something had changed but uncertain as to what that was. 

The communication between the two of you was wordless. Uryū said nothing as he continued to hand random stacks from Ryūken’s desk to you, not bothering with an explanation. You scanned what you could in the dark room, trying to piece together what it was you were looking for.  You remembered a time when Uryū went along with whatever you wanted. Quiet Uryū. Complacent Uryū. Truly, as dedicated as you were to him, he could never tell you what the fire in his soul sought and you would follow him to the ends of the earth.

Uryū plucked up a beige book, standing as he flipped through it. You filled in the place where he knelt before, cramming a pile of files back where he found them and smuggling a few torn pages inside the breast pocket on your jacket. He muttered to himself as he read, getting quieter as he scanned the pages. Uryū’s eyebrows rose, then knitted. His nose crinkled in disgust. You closed the desk drawer, the wood making a quiet scraping sound as you did.

“Now you’re in my room without permission? That’s twice now.” 

You almost jumped at the voice. You peeked over the top of the desk. Ryūken stood in the doorway, backlit by the harsh light of the hallway—the yellow glow cast into the dark office, illuminating Uryū’s scowling face. You rose from your crouching position. A similar grimace contorted your face as Ryūken’s attention shifted to you. He spoke your name slowly, offering you a slight nod as if to acknowledge your mutual defiance. 

“You’ve read this, right? Is it true?” Uryū’s eyes widened in anger. The book snapped shut, his arm swinging down by his side. You quickly snatched it up under the desk as Uryū stood in front of you instinctually. You remembered a time when— “I see, so you’ve known everything all along. About the Wandenreich, about the one who’s leading them… about mom even.” 

“Uryū, I told you this doesn’t concern you.” Ryūken shifted as if to maneuver around Uryū’s shoulder from afar. He spoke your name again. “That goes for you too. I am disappointed, although I can’t say I’m surprised.” Ryūken’s eyes narrowed. “I suppose this was your idea.” 

“Maybe you raised a son who is a bad influence,” you spat, as you turned to morph deeper into Uryū’s shadow. You knew you were never Ryūken’s first choice for his son. You weren’t even his second, but with the state of things, the Ishida men were stuck with you at this point whether Ryūken approved or not. 

You could feel a seething rage radiating off of Uryū; this was his fight. You held your tongue.

Uryū’s slender fingers gently grasped the cuff of your sleeve and quickly tugged you out of the office. Ryūken allowed it, standing a few feet in front of the door. A seething heat radiated off of Uryū. The fabric under his fingers crinkled under his tight grip as he avoided eye contact with his father. You had no issue meeting Ryūken’s pointed gaze even in your selective silence. He cleared his throat as you made your way down the hall.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Uryū stopped, causing you to almost run into his back. Ryūken stood where he was, pivoting slightly to face the two of you. You were the only one to look back, barely noticing how Ryūken’s eyes darted to the book you still held in your hand. You turned to Uryū who had fallen frozen where he stopped. You focused Ryūken in your peripheral.

“If you refuse to tell us anything about the Wandenreich, then we’re going to figure it out for ourselves. We deserve to know.” Your hand traveled up Uryū’s arm, your sleeve breaking away from his nervous grip. You squeezed his bicep reassuringly as you came to stand next to him. Your head swiveled over your shoulder. “We are the new generation, Mr. Ishida. Continue to stand out of the way.”

You tugged Uryū forward, guiding him down the hallway as Ryūken watched the two of you disappear. 

Perhaps not many things changed after all.

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Notes: I spoke not too long ago to a friend whose family comprised of arranged marriages. She has 5 aunts and told me about one who was fortunate enough to have married her best friend. She said that her aunt and uncle have a loveless marriage, but are good friends that make it work. I know there’s a difference for many people between “arranged” and “forced” marriages, but I touched on them here in the same way my friend described them in her culture where the term was interchangeable in her community.

[gloryhrs]

⟡ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐂𝐀𝐓! ━━ 「 Ryūken Ishida. 」

daughter reader. ʚɞ platonic only! ʚɞ req by @toofilthy! ;D

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ IT wasn’t a secret that Ryūken favored you over Uryu. From the moment you came into the world man knew you were going to be nothing but greatness.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ RYŪKEN loved the fact that you were so similar to him. From your steel blue eyes and white hair along with your cold and hardworking behavior. Which only caused him to work harder and put you up against Uryu.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ HE was extremely overprotective of you, when you were a child there would be times when he wouldn’t let you go outside to play with the other kids because of the 'dangers lurking around every corner.'

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ EVERYTHING was a competition when it came to you and Uryu, no matter how simple the task was. He would always find a way to make you turn on your brother.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ EVEN though Ryūken tried his hardest to separate you from Uryu it just wouldn’t work. You loved your younger brother deeply and no one could’ve break the bond you have with him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ EVEN if he doesn’t like to show it, Uryu truly admirers you. You were strong, independent, and hardworking. He was proud to have you as a big sister.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ THROUGHOUT your childhood Ryūken refused to let you spend time with Uryu, he even told the younger to not call you his sister.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ AS the years passed and the older you became, you’ve began to distant yourself from your father, saying that he was a horrible man who never cared about Uryu nor your mom, whose body he constantly dissected on.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ RYŪKEN couldn’t find himself to be upset with you and your rebellious phase, you were nothing more than a mere copy of him when he was a teenager. Repeatedly running off to spend some time to yourself is always working.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ HE didn’t have the guts to apologize to you or brother at first, saying that it was no big deal and you were being dramatic again.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ BUT reality quickly punched him in his face when he realized once you leave for college, he’ll never hear from you again. All because he was too stubborn to apologize or admit he was in the wrong.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ YOU slammed your door in frustration as the sound of your father’s voice continued to ring through your head. You couldn’t stand the way your father was so overprotective of you and tried to make you compete with your brother. You were almost nineteen and he was still treating you like some little girl who always needed his help. But no matter what he did, you couldn’t hate him. He was your father, after all, the same man who gave you the world and everything more. But this was also the same man who barely showed your brother love and affection, not to mention what he did with your mother’s body.

The sudden knock at the door snapped you out of your thoughts. "Dad, I said I don’t want to talk to you right now!" You angrily stomped to the door. Your frown immediately went away when you saw your younger brother staring back at you with an expression of worry on his face. "Are you okay? I heard everything." Uryu looked down and fixed his glasses in order to avoid staring back into your cold blue eyes. You ran your hands through your hair as an heavy sigh left your lips; since you were both children, Uryu always worried about you.

"It’s nothing special, it’s just that I’m tired of dad treating me like a child." You sat down at your desk as the college acceptance letters took up most of the space. Uryu's eyes softened at your current state; he didn’t like the fact that Ryuuken and finding the perfect college were stressing you out. The dark eye bags are becoming more noticeable each day. "Sorry to hear that. Are you planning on leaving once you find a college?" He saw your shoulders tense up from the question. Instead of pushing forward on the question, Uryu just stayed quiet.

The sound of the door creaking open slowly made you and Uryu turn your heads towards it, and the sight of your dad caused you to scoff under your breath. Ryken cleared his throat and said, "There’s something important I want to tell you both. "Starting with you, Uryu." The black-haired Ishida's ears perked up slightly at the mention of his name. "I want to apologize for everything I’ve done. I’m sorry for putting you on such a high pedestal at such a young age. I know I wasn’t the best father to you in the past, but I’m here to change that. If you don’t want to forgive me now, then that’s fine. I just wanted to get that off my chest." He glanced at Uryu before turning his attention to you.

"And Y/n, I am truly sorry for hiding you from the real world and not giving you a chance at making friends. I saw so much of myself in you and I decided to keep you close at all times, without knowing I was hurting you. I still have a lingering guilt in my chest from when I made you and Uryu compete with each other. And banning you to stay away from him. Nether of you didn’t deserve any of that, so that’s why I’ve came to apologize. I love you both with all of my heart." He eyes stared back into yours, without even noticing how tears were gathering in your eyes.

"I love you too, dad." You wrapped your arms around him to engulf him in a hug. "Come here Uryu." You reached out to grab your younger brother so he could join the hug as well, his arms awkwardly hugging you neck.

© gloryhrs, 042023. // notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦) /

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDr. ishida uryu x f! reader

Chapter 0: back in town. six years have passed since he left for med school; finally, Uryu is back... as well as that never ending pain.

❄ a/n: not me starting a new -pretty out of the blue - fic. I needed to rest my head from all of the studying and while I was listening to "Yoü and I" by Lady Gaga, I thought of Uryu and a pretty tragic love story that had no closure after TYBW. I must ask for feedback with this one, if you wish for me to continue with this story, please, let me know 💖 ❄ tw: not much, very angsty for now. I want this to be a sweet love story that will -of course- contain smut as we go further into it.

“Stop, stop please… stop ignoring me! This is hurting me!” you plead, knees hitting the ground, drawing blood out of them, allowing the cold cement underneath to soak into that crimson fluid of life. 

His glasses have fogged; it is not the cold, nor the snow as white as his clothes… it’s just the tears sprouting nonstop from the bottom of his heart. 

“I beg you please, leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you… it's been years, forget about me” Ishida whisper, knowing too damn well those words are pure lies. 

How much time has passed? It’s been years since the war, since the “treason”. The scar on your body still remains like a bittersweet memory of those arrows. A single one, just one, it was enough to cross your heart. 

“You didn’t mean it, I know that… please, I have forgiven you! In fact, I’ve never once blamed you!” you scream, a night so cold it could freeze your bones but not as much as Uryu’s heart. 

He keeps walking away from you. Uryu has promised himself not to ever falter, not ever succumb… how could he hurt you? from all the people? That single arrow, a single ray of blue light and reiishii… so deadly, so painful… you, the sacred woman he wished to protect, even in silence, had fallen upon one of his own attacks. Was the fight worthy after all? Saving the world? Avenging his mother? Was it all worthy if in exchange, from all the people, you, the one he swore not to hurt, paid the price of his betray? 

“Please…” you murmur, the pain of that last word unheard by him, hurts harder than any scar imbued into your flesh. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Please, please, please… please… Uryuu, please”

You remain there, with snow pooling on your shoulders, with your thighs getting coated with bloody knees, with tears freezing, and a heart broken… through blurry eyes, he disappears among the foggy night, after all this time, Uryu has left. Again. 

A pair of headlights blink behind you; however, you don’t notice them until the car stops right by your side. 

“My son is an idiot, isn’t he? Come on” Ryuuken helps you stand up. 

You sniffle, looking into the deep blue eyes of that man who you’ve always considered a father. 

“Indeed…” you murmur, sitting on the passanger’s seat. 

Dr. Ishida hands you a handkerchief and starts driving in silence. You know he is probably driving you home, though you don’t care. 

“Ryuuken-sama, I’ve never blamed him. I swear I- I knew the moment he left what he meant to do! I… missed him so much, six whole years away, and now that he is back in Karakura… why?! Why he ignores me? Is he married? Did he find love in med school?”  you ask, in between sobbing, and blowing your nose. That poor piece of fabric might never come back to Dr. Ishida’s hands. 

The snow haired man sighs; he knows exactly why his own son is ignoring you. And he is also aware his son is as stupid as he could be, but he is also noble to no extent… 

“My son, as I always say, is an idiot. But he also has the biggest heart you could possibly imagine, (Name)…” 

Three days before.

“You are back” Ryuuken words, as always dry. However, his dull eyes immediately regain a shine he thought he had lost the day his son left. 

His tiny little black-haired version of him has now bloomed into a young adult. His glasses, still the same. His hair, perhaps a little longer. And now, carrying a document where it says he has become a paediatrician. 

Uryu, in anxious response, clenches his fist on the handle of his carry-on bag. As if time have stopped, the people walking by the arrivals hall of Karakura’s tiny aerodrome seem to disappear. 

His glasses reflect the image of a father that acts tough but is dying to hug his son… and same goes for Ryuuken, with glasses showing a man that turns into a kid and begs for his father’s love. 

“Seems like it…” Uryu’s blue eyes fixed on the floor. 

“Come on, Dr. Ishida” Ryuuken mumbles, with a pride his voice couldn’t conceal, saying nothing but everything at the same time. 

A soft smile garnishes Uryu’s lips, Ryuuken hasn’t change a single bit.

“Six years have passed, and this town still looks the same” Uryu grunts; the big city has probably changed the way he sees the world. 

Ryuuken remains silent, looking at the passenger’s seat from the corner of his eye. It is true, the city has barely changed, though the people living on it did. All of them; some have even married and now have kids… except for one person; you. 

“The city and a person in particular” the Dr. says, with his eyes fixed into the traffic light ahead. The bomb had been dropped… 

“She- she hasn’t left?” Uryu asks, looking at his father with eyes opened big and pale skin turning even paler. 

“Hm… how could she? You idiot”

[to be continued]

[bleach-your-panties]

📣Just wanna give y'all a heads up of who I got some x black!readers planned for :

Giyuu Tomioka

Yuuji Itadori

Noritoshi Kamo

Takuma Ino

Megumi Fushiguro

Toge Inumaki

Renji Abarai

Ryuuken Ishida

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KILL YOUR DARLINGS, pt. 2 (Discarded Fic Edition) (Part 1 here) 

(A small snippet written after someone asked the group chat (I think it was Rodella) ‘hey, do you think Uryuu can’t bear to look in mirrors anymore bc he looks so much like his mom and that hurts him?’)

There’s something odd about Ishida-kun’s house, but Orihime doesn’t quite manage to put her finger on it until about the third or fourth visit.

“Sorry, Ishida-kun, could you let me know where the bathroom is…?” she asks, in between a brace of calculus problems; Ishida-kun looks up from his Japanese literature homework, a little startled, and points vaguely down the hallway.

“Oh— oh, right, it’s the first door to the left,” he says, and goes back to his book. Orihime excuses herself with a small smile.

It occurs to her while washing her hands afterwards; the reason why Ishida-kun’s house has always felt a little… off-kilter.

There aren’t any mirrors in his house at all.

(The discarded beginnings of a fic I was writing for deathberryprompts’ weekly prompt, paradise.)

There are birds of paradise sitting by her windowsill, pretty in their wrought-iron cages. A note, written in an elegant hand, is attached to the lock: Congratulations on the union. The birds are a set, a male and female; currently asleep with their brightly coloured heads bent together. Rukia’s hand itches for the key. In the quiet of the morning before everyone wakes, everything still seems a beautiful possibility.

Her trembling fingers sweep over the fabric of her dress, skitter over the handle of her sword; nobody would ever know. One twist of her wrist, a key turning in a lock, and she’d never have to see them in captivity again. A gift, from some far-flung branch of her family. Who would she be offending? Does she rightly care? She does not understand why her marriage should be celebrated by tying creatures of the sky down to a lifetime on the ground. What a terrible thing; to lose your wings. To never even realise what you’ve lost—

The key is such a slender thing to be the only obstacle between them and the endless expanse of the sky. Rukia grips it in her hand, and though she is tiny, the key is tinier still; such an easily lost thing, this tenuous bridge to freedom. It shakes as she moves it towards the lock.

(When we were busy writing irbb, the irbb writer’s chat did a thing where we rewrote a snippet of each other’s fic in our own writing style. The excerpt in italics is a scene from Jess @sequencefairy’s irbb fic, Torque, which you can find here (x). The part following is my take on that scene.)

There are always sirens at night, Tokyo is a big city, and even though Karakura is a relatively quiet part of it, Ichigo can always count on hearing the wail of some siren, somewhere. These are close, and, in his relatively extensive experience, they are police sirens. He gets up, shuffles across his bed and pulls his window open further.

They get closer still, and now Ichigo can make out the whine of an engine being pushed to it’s limit. They must be a number of blocks away still. Ichigo pulls out his phone, keeping half an ear on the noise outside and scrolls through his twitter feed. Sometimes, if he’s lucky, the Tokyo police force traffic detachment will give information about current traffic disruptions. There’s a screech of tires and Ichigo winces. His thumb pauses in its movement on his phone’s screen and everything seems to hush.

The moment hangs. Ichigo forgets to breathe.

The crunch and squeal of metal on metal is unmistakable, even at this distance. He’s already pulling on his sweater by the time the phone in the clinic rings.

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The still air of his bedroom is split by the sound of police sirens. This in itself is nothing new; living on the edge of a city as big as Tokyo, the fantasy of an undisturbed night is something he has long since discarded. But these sound closer to him than usual, and Ichigo strains to hear them. It was unusual to have a chase this close to Karakura-cho. He flings his window open and reaches for his phone.

His twitter feed reveals nothing unusual, but Ichigo stays on edge. The sirens get closer at an alarmingly fast rate, and now he can make out the whirring of the engines and the skid of tyres on asphalt that tell him they’re only a few blocks away. His phone is crushed in his palm. Ichigo knows from experience; a chase at this speed ends in only one of two ways. Voluntary surrender, or…

The screech of metal on metal tears through the sky, and Ichigo’s already gone; the phone slips from his sweaty grip to land on his abandoned bed even as the one in the clinic begins its urgent and unmistakeable song.

(The beginnings of a discarded fic I was writing for deathberryprompts’ weekly prompt, lunar.)

There is something about the moon that night. Brighter than the streetlamps that dot the streets below, less harsh than the fluorescents inside the house, she emits a soft, steady light that bleaches the surroundings of colour and makes the edges of objects glow.

(.... this was going to be a fic where it looks like Ichigo is talking to Rukia at first, but as the fic progresses the reader notices things getting weirder and weirder until at the end they realise that a) Ichigo was actually just monologuing to the moon and that b) Rukia’s been dead for ten years. (Un)Fortunately for everyone involved, my muse for this fled, so this is all there is of that.)

(Some Ryuuken/Katagiri + Uryuu introspective thing that I really want to finish, but I can’t remember where I was going with it :sadface:)

The boy’s in love.

For all that other people called Ryuuken an awful father, he’s always been adept at reading his son’s emotions; Uryuu always been far too much like Kanae for him to not be able to see every flicker of thought across his idiotically expressive face.

(The discarded beginnings of a fic I was writing for deathberryprompts’ weekly prompt, truth-bridge-knife. The ellipses indicate that there was supposed to be more writing in between, but I never quite got around to it.)

Here’s the thing: the truth is, she’s never loved him.

Oh, people supposed. If you had, you certainly wouldn’t have been the first; they never seem to understand, all these outsiders, that she’s never felt more for him than what a mentor would feel for their student, what a comrade would feel for their fellow soldiers-in-arms. The bond forged by blood and war is stronger than any covenant sealed with homework and trips to the arcade; she supposes it’s easy to confuse such a bond with love. But it’s not like he’s ever singled her out for special treatment compared to the rest of his comrades. It’s not like she ever treated him any different to Renji or nii-sama or any of the other men in her life. She loves him, of course; she loves all her friends. But she’s never been in love with him.

Here’s the thing: he’s never been more than a bridge to her; a connection back to the world that she belongs in.

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And now, here’s the thing: truth isn’t a bridge. Truth is a knife and you can wield it in the same way, cut, cut, slash. Truth is subjective and truth is not what the Kuchiki Clan keeps and sometimes, the truth isn’t the truth, not at all, but everyone agrees that it should be the truth and they won’t listen to anything else.

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So, here’s the thing: the truth is that he’s always never been just a friend. Love and companionship are needless essential emotions and she had both was missing both before he came into her life. It’s not like he changed her world and dried her rain; it’s not like she became his ray of light. The truth is that they’ll always never be ‘just friends’.

But here’s the thing: people don’t care. They’ve never cared and what can such a ragged, patchwork truth do to disguise the festering wound that’s opened up between them, more effective than a child’s the floor is lava game in keeping them apart? Nobody wants to read between the lines anymore and what matters is what the Kuchiki Clan’s records say. Some truths are truer than others and none are as true as the Kuchiki Clan’s truths, and there, written in her own hand, in the truest true-black ink she can find, will be her name; linked to a man she’s never wanted, not like that. And in time, when there is no more Ichigo and Rukia, that will be all that remains; just her name linked to someone else’s in true-black ink, the only truth left out of the myriads of other truths that they keep.  

(The discarded beginnings of a fic I was writing for deathberryprompts’ weekly prompt, truth-bridge-knife (can you tell I was very taken by this prompt… also that it was viciously difficult for me :’)). Truth was supposed to be Sode no Shirayuki, Bridge was supposed to be Zabimaru, and Knife was supposed to be Zangetsu.)

(Truth)

The truth is that you’ve never liked the boy. Hair like the blazing sun, and a soul equally as hot; yet what is the sun to the snow but anathema? You waited out your stint in the boy’s soulscape like a curse. In his heart, there is no room to hide, nowhere to escape or take shelter. If it rains, you get soaked; if the sun shines, you burn. You wish the boy would learn some tact; some scrap of control. You lend him your powers because you see no other choice. You never even give him your name. He never thinks to ask.

The truth is you don’t like him. He jumps into things without thinking; deliberation and calculation is second nature to you. You felt abandoned, see; when she relinquished her grip on your heart almost eagerly, handed you over to him like you’re water through her fingers and not solid ice growing through her veins.

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(Bridge)

It surprises you how easily a bridge of a hundred years, forged from the sweat and tears and blood of shared friends, crashes and burns.

It doesn’t matter how many years have gone into its making; it doesn’t matter how steady you thought it beneath your feet. One moment of inaction is all it takes, and she’s sliding your master’s hands from her shoulders, averting her eyes. You think you can see the smoke as everything goes up in flames.

You didn’t know her then, yuki-onna. You won’t know her for another forty years.

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(Knife)

You haven’t been called upon in years.

Even the best swords rust if they’ve been neglected. You’re not sure you can even call yourself a sword any more. A kitchen knife, maybe— maybe less than that. A butterknife. You almost envy that imposter that once took up space inside his mind, as much as you had cursed him once— he, at least, had bailed while the King was intact. You could overthrow him now, sure, but for what? There’s no point in ruling over a field of ashes. His fire has long since burned out.

(A very very short snippet of a Bleach x Percy Jackson AU)

“You’re a demigod.”

Ichigo blinks. “I know I’m good-looking, but that’s coming on a little strong, don’t you think?”

The girl with the odd violet eyes smacks him upside the head. “Not that kind of demigod, you fool,” she snaps. “I doubt an oaf like you would be familiar with Greek mythology—”

“No, I know a little.” It takes a short second to sink in, and when it does, he bolts up from his chair. “Wait, demigod as in Greek mythology demigod—??”

“Yes.”

“But, but,” he splutters, “we’re Japanese.”

She smacks him again, harder. “Don’t question it, fool!”

(idk what this is but I like it.)

In his dreams, he loses her a hundred, a thousand, a million different ways. To fire, to flood, to a sword through the gut; to creeping disease and the ravages of time. Always right before his eyes, so that he can see the life draining from her; always, always, always helpless.

None of the dreams ever hurt as much as waking up does.

(A really, really old (several years at least) highschool soccer AU fic I started bc Korea lost to Australia in the Asian Cup and I got pissed as hell lmao)

The shrill blast of the whistle cut through the morning air as twenty-two people erupted into simultaneous noises of outrage, but one voice carried clearly over the rest.

“A foul?! Which part?! Any moron could have seen that it was his foot that tripped me over!”

“Not bloody likely!” snarled player fifteen, his face slowly flushing to match his distinctive orange hair. “Look at her! I’m not even sure she’s tall enough to actually trip over my feet! If anything, she’s the one that was underfoot, not me!”

“Underfoot?” The woman’s eyes flashed dangerously as she took a step closer to player fifteen, and despite being a clear foot and a half taller, he stumbled backwards in his haste to avoid her searing anger. “I’ll show you underfoot, you great, big, bullying lout—”

“That’s enough!” Another shrill pipe of the whistle, this time right into the two players’ ears; they jumped back comically, the boy tripping over the ball and landing flat on his backside. The opposing team hid their sniggers behind clean white shirts accented in violet. “Kuchiki, Kurosaki, no name-calling on the field. Kuchiki, last I checked you weren’t the umpire. It’ll be Kurosaki’s free kick. Resume play!”

“I believe in you, onii-chan!” a sweet-looking girl with pigtails called from the stands as the orange-haired striker assumed position; the white-clad team slunk into formation, muttering darkly about the umpire— Mizuiro, wasn’t it? Fucker’s got raisins for eyes— behind his back. Player twenty-three, black-haired, violet-eyed, seething with anger, settled into a defensive stance; her opponent smirked at her lazily.

“Don’t worry, Yuzu, I got this,” he called back to the stands, but his eyes were trained on her.

Bring it, they said.

There was nothing that Kuchiki Rukia did better.

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Half time at the annual ‘friendship’ match between Karakura High and Seireitei Academy brought with it a frustrating score of nil-all, multiple yellow cards, numerous fouls and several inappropriate insults hurled across the field. The umpire for the first half had narrowly managed to avoid an angry Seireitei Academy mob, slipping away into the Karakura High stands before blood could be drawn. The game so far had been tight; the two teams were evenly matched, and, as such games tended to go, had been getting increasingly dirty with time.

(Very old Ichiruki sort of camp counsellors AU I was writing based on some of my own experiences with mentoring at camps)

“We are going to annihilate you.”

A perfectly acceptable sentiment in team sports, had it not been for the fact that currently, their teams were made up of borderline terrified seventh-graders on their first highschool camp. Kuchiki Rukia brandished a finger in his direction, and Kurosaki Ichigo rolled his eyes.

“In your dreams,” he retorted, spinning his makeshift paddle in one hand and looking for all the world like a full-grown adult to their coterie of kids. The mischievous gleam in his eyes, however, could only belong to a teenager, and a reckless, headstrong, seventeen-year-old one at that. “Bring it, Queen midget.”

“For god’s sake, you’re leading kids. Do you have no shame?” Ishida Uryuu interjected from the side, rolling his sleeves up methodically and pushing his glasses up his nose. Behind him, Inoue Orihime smiled apologetically, ushering yet more seventh graders along behind her. Rukia and Ichigo looked at each other.

“Not really,” they both replied, before turning to their frightened looking protegees.

“Besides, you guys want to win too, don’t you?” Rukia asked, flashing a grin that was all teeth. There was a short silence.

One brave soul nodded.

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Peer mentoring as a concept had existed for a while now in education; it developed leadership and organisational skills for the mentor, helped younger students settle into the rhythm of school life with minimal discomfort and fostered a sense of unity and mutual respect throughout the school. A beneficial arrangement all around, many schools had soon adopted the procedure of assigning an older peer mentor to a group of younger students. Karakura high was no exception; their ten-week peer mentoring program in which students in their twelfth and final year of schooling each mentored a group of roughly five seventh-graders was generally acknowledged to be the best leadership program around for miles, and looked stellar on any resume, reference letter or college application one cared to write.

So there was no way in hell that Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia, two of the most promising students of the 2015 graduating class, was about to pass that chance up.

(Old hichiruki oneshot set straight after the fullbring reunion)

He’s taller.

Kuchiki Rukia is used to being small; used to having men and women tower over her day and night, used to fighting and defeating people and monsters that far outstrip her in size. Her lack of physical presence is something she is long accustomed to, such that she barely gives a passing thought to size differences between her and her opponents these days. People who are taller and bigger than her have long since ceased to unnerve her, given how she has been positively diminutive all her life—

So then why am I so acutely aware of the fact that he’s taller than me?

Not just taller than her, no; taller than before, specifically. Silently, Rukia berates herself; human males grow, it’s not as if she didn’t know this. Did she think Ichigo would forever remain the angry fifteen-year-old she had first transferred her powers to? Of course it was natural that he’d have gained a few inches since she’d last seen him, but for some reason, the fact that he is notably taller and broader than when she left him is really hitting home at this moment.

Maybe it’s because of his proximity to her. Suddenly flushing, she realises how close they are standing; attempting to hide her flaming blush (it’s ridiculous, this is Kurosaki Ichigo, why would she be blushing—), she coughs and takes a deliberate step away from him.

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“I’m not your princess.”

He cocks his head at her, like a disturbing, overlarge bird. “No?” he hisses, eyes glinting in the half-dark. He grins a grin that’s all teeth, and his tongue curls out and runs across his bottom lip. He slams a fist into his palm as though he’s figured something out. “Queen, then. There, that fits better, anyway. You’re not some timid bitch under someone else’s rule. You only bow for the King, don’t you?”

“I’m not your Queen either,” she says steadily. Her voice does not betray her inner turmoil, and for that she is thankful. “And I don’t bow to anyone—“

The hollow snorts. “Tell that to the King,” he says, getting up from the bed. Rukia smothers her instinctual reaction to take a step back.

(Ichiruki Snow Queen AU, version 1: Ichigo dies in the war with Yhwach, Rukia singlehandedly ends the Thousand Year Blood War, goes insane with grief, turns the Seireitei into a desolate icy wasteland and flees to the snow fields with Ichigo’s body, which she encases in ice and basically becomes a hermit ice queen protecting the corpse of her loved one. Several hundred years later, a reincarnated Ichigo comes to the Seireitei, wonders why everything is so shitty and cold, and decides he’s going to go give this ‘Ice Queen’ a piece of his goddamn mind. He likes summer, ok?)

The thousand year blood war ends like this:

Kurosaki Ichigo falls, blood spurting from a wound that not even Inoue can close. Unohana, who might yet have saved him by dint of accumulated centuries of medical knowledge, lies a lifeless corpse in the bottommost floor of Muken. Urahara is too far away on the battlefield to implement any of his clever schemes, and his father is god knows where, doing god knows what. Aizen watches his demise with passive eyes. Yhwach swings his broadsword, and blood trails from its edge in scarlet droplets – scatters on the soil like rain. He laughs, Kurosaki Ichigo falls, and dooms the entirety of the Seireitei to fall with him.

Yhwach laughs, because he can see it now, his victory, his victory, Soul Society his to rule and a realm of endless carnage that would ensure he never lose the light– but all those eyes and that almost infinite power of his could not have shown him what came next.

It is not Kurosaki Ichigo he has to worry about. It is a tiny shinigami, not even worth making the special war potentials list, barely a foot soldier before her promotion to lieutenant a year prior to the battle. She is the one who ends the thousand year blood war, she and her zanpakutou spirit and the mindless energy that comes with the severance of a fate ordained by a higher being than he could have ever imagined.

For if the Soul King evades his prophetic eyes, what hope does he have of perceiving the fabric of destiny woven by a power greater and more terrible than ten Soul Kings combined?

The moment he felled Kurosaki Ichigo was the moment he sealed his mortal fate. The last thing Yhwach sees before frost encases him is a blinding pillar of white annihilating half of the Seireitei.

(Ichiruki Snow Queen AU, version 2: Sode no Shirayuki gets jealous of the ‘unbreakable bond’ between Rukia and Ichigo, and also she thinks that Rukia’s kind, giving heart is basically barring her from true greatness, so she blankets the Seireitei in an eternal winter, erases Rukia’s memories and kidnaps her to some ice castle on the edge of a cliff, so she can train her to be the Queen of the universe that Shirayuki knows she can be. Ichigo, predictably, is having None Of That Shit, thank you very much.)

Winter comes upon the Seireitei without warning that year.

Softly, quietly, almost without anyone noticing, the first snow comes, blanketing the eaves of the nobles’ and the commoners’ houses alike, the cold winds starts stealing into the alleyways and shakes the last of the autumn leaves off the trees, creeping frost scurries along the pavement, filling their cracks–

and slowly, imperceptibly, the unfurling of something colder than the winter, pale violet eyes blinking open, waking to the world it observes with dispassionate detachment before deciding–

something was wrong.

.

.

.

She looks out the window, to the blizzard just starting up outside; he is still there, waiting in the snow.

“Who is he, Shirayuki?” she asks later, when it is just the two of them and any cries of her name— Rukia, Rukia— are drowned out by the wind whipping through the corridors. “He burns like the sun.”

The tiniest furrowing of Shirayuki’s brow, an almost imperceptible tremble in her hands— but then she blinks, and it is gone.

“I know not, and I care even less,” she says, face smooth and cold. “The sun is no friend to the snow, Rukia.”

(...Some kinda timeskip!feels, I suppose?)

It’s been 17 months, not that he’s been counting.

Or maybe he has; and who would blame him? After all the shit that happened to him two winters ago, the peaceful life he’s living now seems almost like a dream. He lives in constant fear—

Fear?

— fear of it disappearing, like so much smoke through his fingers, so is it any wonder he keeps count, to this day? You know, kind of like those joke signs about workplace safety. It has been X days since our last nonsense. Yeah, that’s definitely what it was. Every day that he adds to his mental tally reassures him—

does it

— reassures him, and one day there’ll be so many days that he’ll have lost count. One day the days that he’s had to count will outnumber the days that he hasn’t counted, and he looks forward to that day with a reverence bordering on fanaticism; he can’t wait till he can do away with the tally altogether, until he’s secure enough in his normal

mundane

life that he no longer has to count every new day like an

disappointment

achievement. Because that day will come, he tells himself, gritting his teeth, curling his hands into fists, that day will come when he no longer leaves his windows open at night and leans into the cold snap of the frost; that day will come when he doesn’t jerk away from butterflies and look the other way when he sees Inoue or Chad or Ishida running down the corridors, skipping class. The tally is only one part of it, the easiest part of it all; and that day will come when he can take it down from his mental walls and throw it in the trash. But for now, for now—

Seventeen months and a day, since he last saw spirits. 

[sashi-ya]

MINI SCENARIO SERIES: WEATHER INSPIRED 🍃🌧️ .masterlist

🌧️ DOWNPOUR. portgas d. ace x gn! reader [sfw] 💧 DEWDROPS. donquixote rosinante x gn! reader [sfw] 🍁 PUMPKIN SPICE. dr ishida uryuu x f! reader [sfw] 🌞 DESERT ROSE. byakuya kuchiki x f! reader [suggestive] ❄ OLDER, COLDER. ishida ryuuken x f! reader [suggestive]

coming next -- luffy x gn! reader, yuta x reader, etc

[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…”

[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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[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]

christmas event; masterlist.

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⋆ we wish you a merry christmas. portgas d. ace x afab! reader ⋆ oh, holy night. trafalgar law x f! reader (+18) ⋆ i want a hippo for christmas. shunsui x f! reader ⋆ jingle bells. roronoa zoro x f! reader ⋆ silent night. byakuya kuchiki x f! reader (+18)

⋆ last christmas, I gave you my heart. law x afab! reader (+18) ⋆ all i want for christmas is you. shuuhei hisagi x f! reader (+18) ⋆ naughty or nice. sanji x f! reader (+18) ⋆ starcross. ishida ryuuken x f! reader (+18) ⋆ a single star tonight. kenpachi zaraki x gn! reader ⋆ coming home. basil hawkins x f! reader ⋆ god of love. aizen sosuke x f! reader

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➡ 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 1/2

bleach masterlist 1: multichapter & events main list.

bleach masterlist 2: older events and sfw & nsfw random fics, not event related.

ＭＵＬＴＩＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ⋆ +18. 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 - 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 [7/7] ⋆ +18. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 [4/4] ⋆ +18. 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - 𝐃𝐑. 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐔 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 [2/2] ⋆ +18/sfw. 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

ＥＶＥＮＴＳ 1/2

MINI SCENARIO SERIES: WEATHER INSPIRED 🍃🌧️ 🍁 PUMPKIN SPICE. dr ishida uryuu x f! reader [sfw] 🌞 DESERT ROSE. byakuya kuchiki x f! reader [suggestive] ❄ OLDER, COLDER. ishida ryuuken x f! reader [suggestive]

東京 NIGHTS mini event ⭒ four hundred steps - ichigo kurosaki x f! reader 「nsfw」 ⭒ room 301 - byakuya kuchiki x m! reader 　「nsfw」 ⭒ the next station is: shibuya - kenpachi zaraki x afab! reader　「nsfw」

𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 ˖ ࣪ . 🐇 Chocolate Treachery. Aizen Sosuke x f! reader 🩰 Byakuya & Gin with a seemingly kinky, but really pure s/o. HCs.

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑 ⭒ pregnancy ⋆ kyoraku shunsui x f! r ⭒ stepcest ⋆ kisuke urahara x f! r ⭒ df/bankai ⋆ byakuya kuchiki x f! r ⭒ watersports ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r ⭒ cumdump ⋆ kuchiki byakuya x f! r

⭒ fear play ⋆ äs nödt x f! r ⭒ writer's choice ⋆ adult! ishida uryu x f! r ⭒ medical play ⋆ kisuke urahara x f! r

⭒ cock warming ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r ⭒ shower sex ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! arrancar! r

⭒ femdom ⋆ ishida ryuuken x f! r ⭒ fleshlight ⋆ a! kurosaki ichigo x f! r x a! ishida uryu ⭒ cnc ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r ⭒ blood play ⋆ mayuri kurosutchi x f! r

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