#ishida uryu x reader

[niicevibe]

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 + 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐂𝐬

Aw, Uryū. Lil dork. I love him. I can’t wait to see him animated in TYBW!! Genuinely hoping they don’t change his seiyū, I’ll cry. I'm grateful that his English voice in the live action movie stayed the same-- so, so grateful.

I... think I fell back in love with Uryū with this. Anyway. Bedtime now. It's just about 6am.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲@toofilthy (I'm sorry this took a bajillion years!)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none; uhhhhh Y/N is a "medical associate" (I'm leaving this vague here-- you wanna be a doc? a nurse? a houseman? go ahead and choose whateva); mentions of death

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Though he would deny it to his last breath, like Ichigo Kurosaki, Uryū Ishida is a prude. Of course, he'd instead call it "being a gentleman", that it'd be against his strong morals and probably his Quincy pride to treat someone or view them as any less or behave as a depraved man.

Considering who raised him (and who didn't), it's no surprise that Uryū became a highly respectful individual.

He, too, unfortunately and also like Ichigo, has also adopted the cool guy persona (though he'd likely argue this, too). His strong sense of justice, mixed with a bit of ego and that Quincy pride-- perhaps this has been why he's remained a bachelor for so long.

If not by his own choice, of course...

Naturally, the man's been busy. At the very least, his lack of personal time wasn't due to any new enemies or wars. After he graduated from high school, Uryū spent six years focusing on his medical school studies and has been working for his father at Karakura Hospital. He's dedicated, sincere, and has always had good bedside manner.

Undoubtedly, before his mother's passing, he was a "mama's boy". A lot of his mannerisms and his personality was structured around hers, and with Kanae being a former maid, he is contentedly reserved.

Naturally, he'd probably be one of the best partners to have.

And naturally, you realized this, too.

An associate of Karakura Hospital, the raven-haired, bespectacled man has caught your eye on numerous occasions. Rarely did your paths ever directly cross, but when it happened, you did your best not to be so... starstruck?

Truly the perfect man.

He's caught you staring, of course. Maybe it's that you do it too unobviously, but he's extremely perceptive, anyway, so even trying to be discreet might not work out.

Concerned that your head's not in the right mindset, he'll question you for your well-being. Maybe you'll speak fluently in fluster at him, or maybe it shows in the change of colour in your cheeks or by the light in your eyes, the embarrassment of your sudden change in demeanour.

He's confused, but now he's a little flustered, himself.

Why are you looking at him so intensely? You're really not meaning to do it but it's gotten distracting for Uryū. Even after you'd finished your business with him for the day, he's still thinking about that exchange of yours and his.

Now, whenever he arrives at work, he's keeping an eye out for your presence in the hospital. Now, he questions himself on whether he's looking out for you as a good thing or a bad thing.

He realizes it eventually, when you've intentionally crossed paths with him and offered him a treat and a coffee from the café during one of his breaks--

It's a good thing.

To himself, he notes it being unfortunate that your paths don't cross more often, such is the casualty of your chosen careers. As short as they sometimes are, your conversations have finally exited the awkward phase.

Until, of course, one of his colleagues point out that he's finally showing some kind of interest in something other than his work for the first time. The emotionally stunted part of him that's unaffected by his cool guy persona has him silent through his embarrassment.

Sure, he's been dedicated to his career-- he's not embarrassed by that. Contrary to that aforementioned persona, Uryū cares what people think of him, and that hasn't exactly changed from high school obviously.

But you're quick to shut down his colleague and their poor effort at a joke at his expense.

"I think his dedication to his patients and the hospital is wonderful. Your own bedside manner is kind of lacking, though. It makes sense how you didn't make department chief."

It takes a lot out of Uryū to not react. He doesn't disagree with your statement at all (how did you know that, anyway?). Most of all, he's touched that you'd come to his defence so quickly, even though the two of you had but a few meaningful conversations in the past few weeks.

Your casual run-ins during shifts turn into coffee dates up in the café on the fifth floor when you invite him to join you on your breaks. You admit to him what you believe to be a bit of a funny story, that you've seen him running around Karakura, and even jumping across rooftops, a bow in hand.

A part of him is somehow relieved that you're able to see and sense spiritual pressure. Given that Karakura Town remains an Enriched Spirit Zone, it's neither common nor uncommon-- but it provides him with a strange sense of comfort. Like, if anything involving the world of Quincy and Hollows and Soul Reapers ever happened to become involved with you--

Wait. Why am I even thinking this far ahead?

Uryū Ishida would be a huge overthinker. Considering he's never bothered to pursue a relationship over the past decade, or even in high school, it is uncharted waters.

Being around you... makes him nervous.

Hilariously enough, Uryū's father would somehow catch the latest gossip about "the director's son" and semi-consciously tune in whenever his son's name is mentioned.

Romantically, and even sometimes platonically, Uryū wouldn't be the first person to make any sort of move. Whether or not you wanted to be in a romantic relationship or not, you'll have to be straightforward and blunt. It's not that Uryū wouldn't realize what was happening, but there's a necessity to be straight up with him on what you're looking for so his hopes don't get too high.

Out of fear that he might not be good at dating, Uryū would definitely be one to want to take things slow. He knows he likes you, but he simply needs time to come to terms with and work out his feelings for you.

His friends are extremely fond of you, especially Orihime, who is quick to invite the two of you to dinner when it's found out that Uryū is seeing someone.

Of course, it only happened after Ichigo discovered you two having lunch at the hospital. Being the local interpreter, he's typically who is called in to the hospital for English to Japanese translating.

It's not like he was intending on keeping you as some big secret, but there were several factors he had to keep in mind about becoming serious in the relationship.

Eventually, he'd have to tell you about him being a Quincy, and what Hollows are; he'd have to explain how necessary it is that you're paying attention to your surroundings, as you having spiritual energy is a magnet for them.

Maybe it's in his strategic nature, but Uryū quickly becomes greatly in-tune with how you express your emotions.

There's a fifty percent chance that he'll confront you head on about it. The other fifty percent is Uryū suffering in silence and waiting for a ball to drop while he backtracks and retraces his steps, and just mulling over whether he'd been the reason for your sour mood.

But he's more worried for your sake and not his-- he just wants to figure out if it's something he needs to fix or if it's something you just need time to think about. Either way, he'll be quick to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on.

If it's another person at fault, he'll be pissed off right along with you.

Remember that Uryū isn't as straight-laced as he looks. He did beat up an entire gang that showed up in front of Karakura just for blocking the entranceway. Back then, however, he'd gotten away with it. Now, well, it's kind of difficult to beat up someone when you've sworn an oath to do no harm.

The sentiment is there, though. And maybe it cheers you up a little, a small laugh spared to his half-hearted offer of smacking the person around a little.

No, Uryū would sit down with you and have you vent to him about the situation to calm you down, and if it calls for it, he'll help you work out the situation logically.

While he's not against public displays of affection, he has his limits. Not only due to his position as one of the hospital's top doctors, but his nervous, prudish nature would have him flustered.

He loves holding your hands. And, vice versa. Maybe it's just some strange coincidence why his hands are just so perfect for the task.

You could be years into your relationship, but simply reaching for him, any part of him, has his cheeks turning pink.

He seldom mentions it unless you press the matter, but he loves physical contact with you. Uryū didn't receive much of it when he was younger, notably from his father, and his mother passed away when he was young. He was left to Ryūken's more distant methods of raising a child, and it wasn't so often that he could spend time with his grandfather thanks to his views on his fellow Quincy. So, he might just melt into your hands, squeezing them just a little tighter, holding you to him just a little closer.

Pull him aside while he's working, down a quiet hallway, or into an unlocked supply room or an on-call room. He appreciates these spontaneous "abduction attempts" you provide him with, stealing him away when it's obvious he's struggling. He'd be stubborn and refuse to step away on his own, preferring to delve back into his work.

It's too easy to tell when he's having a harder day than usual-- a case's situation gone sour; the loss of a patient. Most days, it's just your presence being enough to soothe his aching heart and mind. He'll never say no to receiving a massage from you, having fallen in love with your hands and with them being on him.

Unless you're worse off than him, you'd be more likely to make any kind of risque moves in the relationship. Teasing Uryū would be neutrally received, enjoying the attention from you but being as equally as embarrassed (depending on the form of teasing, of course).

If he has time in his busy schedule, he has another persona as a househusband. Your own personal tailor, chef, and doter-- Uryū loves being able to take care of you. The both of you have done your best to rearrange your schedules to at least be aligned to have one day off a week that you both can be home together for a bit of normalcy.

You love your work, as does he, but sometimes the both of you find yourselves depressed when that single aimed day is untenable due to the nature of your positions.

You often express your pride to Uryū for doing so well and being such an incredible doctor and a loving partner. And the smile he gives you in return for your kind words is enough to wash away any sadness or doubts.

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[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐎𝐧

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shunsui, Jushiro, Ichigo, Byakuya, Renji, Hisagi, Gin, Kira, Aizen, Toshiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Zaraki, Unohana, Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken, Uryu, Grimmjow, Starrk, Ulquiorra

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I wasn’t expecting to write to write for everyone, but I also didn’t want to do this in parts. So everyone’s here in one post :)

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, fem!reader in the smut part, asphyxiation, blood and knife play, manhandling, cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, lingerie, rough play, power play, cockwarming, thigh-riding, marking, light bondage, dirty talking, sleepy sex

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turns them on.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kyoraku Shunsui

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A playful sense of humour and teasing wit.

Wearing his haori or hat just to mess with him.

Intelligence that reveals itself subtly.

Being affectionate and touchy without needing a reason.

Showing empathy and gentleness, especially with others.

Drinking tolerance can match or outdo his

Sexual turn-ons:

Whispering into his ear while seated on his lap

Flashing glimpses of cleavage, thighs, or the curve of your hip when you pretend not to notice

Lazy, sensual makeout sessions while straddling him on the porch

Being the one to initiate things slowly, then letting him take over

The sight of you stroking the base of his cock while still dressed in one of his robes

Ukitake Jushiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Soft spoken encouragements and genuine smiles

Gentle physical affection—stroking his hair, massaging his back

Bringing him food or medicine without being asked

Listening to him talk about history or poetry with interest

Seeing you play with children or his younger siblings

Sexual turn-ons:

Tender, unhurried touches—especially trailing fingers down his chest

Sucking lightly on his tongue when you kiss

Gently guiding his hand under your robes while making eye contact

Being vocal, breathy, but sweet—he melts hearing your moans

Giving him slow, teasing head with your hands stroking his thighs

Kurosaki Ichigo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Standing up for yourself or others unapologetically

Sparring with him and actually managing to knock him down

Wearing his clothes and acting like it’s no big deal

Brushing your fingers through his hair after he’s bathed

Letting him protect you but also fighting at his side

Sexual turn-ons:

Grinding against him while you’re both fully clothed

Tugging on his hair when you kiss roughly

The look in your eyes when you drop to your knees for him

Telling him how big and hard he feels in your mouth

Riding him while biting your lip and watching his reactions

Kuchiki Byakuya

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Elegance, poise, and self-discipline

The graceful way you move—particularly in formal attire

Quiet loyalty that never needs announcing

Speaking refined, poetic compliments that catch him off guard

Playing a traditional instrument or painting in silence near him

Sexual turn-ons:

Undressing slowly and deliberately in front of him

Moaning softly into his ear as you ride him in his private quarters

Holding eye contact as you suck him off—subtly defiant

Leaving lipstick marks on his collarbone

Whispering your filthy thoughts in a voice soft as silk

Abarai Renji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness and unfiltered honesty

Sparring or working out together, especially if you show him up

Wearing something tight or revealing without even trying

Cheering him on at his matches or missions

Talking dirty in casual conversation just to mess with him

Sexual turn-ons:

Biting his neck and shoulders while he's deep inside you

Taking control—pushing him back, pinning his wrists

Moaning his name when he hits just the right angle

Tugging on his hair and smirking while you’re on top

The sight of you bent over, looking back at him with a dare in your eyes

Ichimaru Gin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playing his game of sly remarks and never flinching

Giving him a mysterious smile of your own

Feeding him something sweet with your fingers

Staring him down until he laughs genuinely

Reading or observing him silently like he’s a puzzle

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him tie your wrists and whisper what he’ll do to you

Moaning his name when he ghosts his tongue over your sskn

Clenching around his cock while grinning up at him

Giving him a look that says you want him to ruin you

Being playful, coy, and just a little bratty—he loves the chase

Izuru Kira

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet empathy and gentle support

Touching his hair or face with loving patience

Listening to him without judgement

Writing him notes or letters instead of saying things aloud

Seeing you defend him when he doubts himself

Sexual turn-ons:

Stroking his cock softly while looking up at him with flushed cheeks

Running your hands across his chest while kissing his neck

Light bondage or being guided firmly—he secretly likes being told what to do

Soft sighs and moans that escape you as you ride him slow and deep

Letting him worship your body like you’re sacred

Shuhei Hisagi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Confidence that doesn’t cross into arrogance

Tracing his tattoos with curious fingers

Wearing his sleeveless uniform and mimicking him with a grin

Helping him relax when he's stressed—running your hands through his hair

Admiring his scars or voice work sincerely

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching your nails down his back while he’s fucking you rough

Letting him pin your arms above your head with just one hand

Moaning shamelessly when he squeezes your throat lightly with his fingers

Riding his thigh until you’re dripping for him

Sucking on his fingers while you grind into his lap

Hitsugaya Toshiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence, especially when it challenges him

Cold weather snuggles—wrapping yourself around him

Running your hands along his chest or collar absentmindedly

Letting him take care of you when you're injured

Playing an instrument or humming to yourself while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Warming his cock between your thighs before sliding him in

Leaving frostbitten kisses on his chest and neck

Gasping when he pushes your legs apart with firm hands

Riding him hard enough to melt the ice under you both

Letting him lose control—he rarely does, but when he does…

Zaraki Kenpachi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Anyone who can take a hit and laugh

Bloodied lips and challenging stares

Wearing nothing but a haori or his eyepatch

Joking about fucking in the middle of a battlefield

Fighting him and moaning when he slams you to the ground

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching down his chest while he fucks you brutally

Screaming for more while you ride his cock until your thighs give out

Biting his lip until he bleeds and shoving him back for round two

Taking him raw and wild, begging for him to fill your pussy

Letting him fuck you against a wall with one hand on your throat

Hirako Shinji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quirky humour and refusing to take things seriously

Playing with his hair or trying on his hats

Teasing him with clever innuendos

Letting him cook for you and pretending it’s better than it is

Kissing him upside-down just to throw him off

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding his face with slow, shivering control

Moaning his name sweetly when he stretches you open

Light biting and tongue-play—especially on his ears. And his tongue piercing—tell him you like it when you use it on you

Getting on all fours and arching your back for him

Pinning him down and whispering what you want him to do

Aizen Sosuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Polished confidence, intellectual curiosity

Subtly challenging his authority with charm

Wearing glasses or reading books on complex topics

Obeying him flawlessly and then seducing him with a glance

Letting him teach you something, and acting too impressed

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking his cock while you whisper how powerful he feels

Spreading yourself open and begging him to “study” you

Moaning his name as you ride him slow, cunt squeezing him rhythmically

Telling him how you want to be rearranged by his cock

Letting him fuck your mouth until your eyes water and you thank him

Urahara Kisuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Brainy curiosity and scientific banter

Wearing his hat or clogs and acting like the boss

Fixing his tech for him with a wink

Subtle acts of devotion: tea when he’s exhausted, bandages on his hands

Purring innuendo in his ear while he’s trying to focus

Sexual turn-ons:

Straddling him and slowly sinking onto his cock while teasing his brain

Moaning nonsense while he fingerfucks you with wild precision

Sitting on his face and grinding until you’re sobbing his name

Letting him record your moans while he fucks you from behind. Also letting his try his new gadgets on you

Making him beg for release while you edge him for hours

Unohana Retsu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Calm confidence, quiet control in a crisis

Precision in combat or healing—grace over brute strength

Obedience without submission; challenge without disrespect

Running your fingers through her hair or over her blade

Speaking softly but firmly, holding her gaze without flinching

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting her take full control—bound, blindfolded, at her mercy

Bleeding lightly beneath her nails as she rides you slow and deep

Moaning her full name while she traces your throat with her blade

Taking her strapon in full, whimpering, and asking for more or when she grinds her pussy on you

Eyes rolling back when she fucks you until you cry her name like a prayer

Yhwach

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Absolute devotion and confidence in your own strength

Kneeling before him without being told, eyes proud and unwavering

Speaking to him without fear, and daring to offer advice

Soft dominance—stroking his hair while he rests against you

Wearing his insignia or colours like a second skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Spreading your legs for him without a word

Taking every inch of his cock while moaning his name

Holding eye contact while he fucks you on his throne

Licking your lips after he cums on your face

Letting him use your body as his reward after war

Jugram Haschwalth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet authority and strong posture

Wearing long, elegant clothes that match his aesthetic

Obeying his commands with subtle grace and precision

Showing tactical intelligence in a high-pressure situation

Reading or writing near him by candlelight

Sexual turn-ons:

Kneeling between his legs, eyes wide, waiting for his permission

The sound of your moans as he fucks you slow and deep

Cupping his balls while taking his full length into your throat

Letting him bind you to his desk and stroke you with precision

The flushed, ruined look on your face after he’s spent himself inside you

Askin Nakk Le Vaar

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Sarcasm and biting wit delivered with a pretty smile

Watching you experiment with food, drinks, or poisons

Wearing silky clothes that brush against his fingers when you pass

Subtle manipulation that surprises even him

Laughing at his morbid jokes and then one-upping them

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking on his fingers while looking into his eyes

Licking his cock from base to tip with slow, deliberate flicks

Riding him in lace lingerie while playing with your own nipples

Letting him drip things on your body and lick them off

Playfully threatening to overstimulate him—he’ll beg beautifully

Bazz-B

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness, fire, and being louder than him when you argue

Revealing outfits, crop tops, battle armour that shows skin

Throwing playful punches and getting pinned for it

Cheering him on when he’s being dramatic

Letting him brag and then putting him in his place

Sexual turn-ons:

Groping his cock through his trousers and laughing at his growl

Taking charge and riding him wild until he taps out

Clawing his back while he fucks you against a wall

Sucking on his balls while he tugs your hair

Calling him “hot stuff” while your cunt clenches around him

Ishida Ryuken

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence matched with calm maturity

Wearing lingerie under a lab coat

Pouring his coffee without asking, quiet domestic gestures

Knowing when to shut out the world and let him have silence

Precision, elegance, and reading medical journals in bed

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking his cock under his desk while he pretends to work

Letting him finger you with his gloves still on

Whispering dirty praise into his ear with clinical detail

Riding him slow, grinding until he swears under his breath

Guiding his hand over your clit and telling him what you need

Ishida Uryu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Graceful intellect and sharp wit

Wearing his scarf or coat and fixing your glasses teasingly

Being meticulous in your crafts or hobbies

Challenging his logic just to watch him ramble

Quiet, firm affection—holding his hand while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking the seam of his lips before kissing him

Stroking his cock while whispering how proud you are of him

Gasping softly when he kisses your inner thighs

Letting him tie your ankles with his Quincy threads

Telling him he’s perfect while you cum around his cock

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Arrogant smirks, spitfire sass, and biting back

Showing your battle scars like they’re trophies

Tearing your clothes mid-fight and laughing about it

Challenging him with no fear in your eyes

Wearing nothing but a grin and calling him a pussycat

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching his scalp while he eats you out with zero mercy

Choking on his cock and crying from the stretch

Letting him fuck you over any surface, raw and rabid

Cumming from just how rough he bites your nipples

Riding him while yelling how good he feels—and slapping his chest

Coyote Starrk

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet companionship and non-verbal affection

Dozing on his chest without saying a word

Wearing his clothes and letting him see your cleavage

Soft eyes and lazy mornings in bed

Listening to his silences and responding in kind

Sexual turn-ons:

Slow, sleepy sex where you grind against his cock until he wakes fully

Letting him suck your tits while you ride him

Whispering “please” while you ride him under the covers

Letting him watch you touch yourself while you straddle his lap

Taking him so slowly he shivers—he never shivers

Ulquiorra Cifer

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Existential curiosity and thought-provoking questions

Crying in front of him without shame—he notices

Gently touching his face without asking

Wearing white, black, or green in contrast to his own shades

Showing emotion just for him—never for others

Sexual turn-ons:

Soft moans while you take his cock inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut

Letting him explore your cunt like it’s a mystery

Kissing him without permission and whispering “mine”

Wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper

Crying out his name as you cum—he won’t say it, but he lives for it

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @spellboundsuguru @cookielovesbook-akie @kennys-partner @sovl-society @villainsrtasty @foxycrafterofgreenwood @carnationdoe @darthwhorecrux @kryptoniteforsale

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[sashi-ya]

エロチックトバー２０２４ > KINKTOBER 24 MASTERLIST

⚠️ tw: minors do not interact. this is purely nsfw. there are "hard" kinks (marked with a ⚠️) as well as more soft ones. please be sure to read the tws first before engaging with these stories. be aware this content is explicit, you are responsable for what you decide to read.

🐙 october 1st. impregnation. aizen sosuke x f! reader 🐙 october 2nd. monster form. hoshina soshiro x f! reader 🐙 october 3rd. stepcest. portgas d. ace x f! reader ⚠️ 🐙 october 4th. spanking. aizen sosuke x f! reader 🐙 october 5th. mommy/daddy. adult ichigo x f! reader 🐙 october 6th. biting. vinsmoke ichiji x f! reader 🐙 october 7th. anal. trafalgar law x m! reader

🐙 october 8th. bareback. trafalgar law x f! reader 🐙 october 9th. creampie. sabo x f! reader 🐙 october 10th. feminization. ishida uryu x f! reader 🐙 october 11th. humilliation. aizen sosuke x f! reader 🐙 october 12th. lactation. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader 🐙 october 13th. face sitting. eustass kidd x f! reader 🐙 october 14th. hard sex. hibino kafka x f! reader 🐙 october 15th. rimming. orihime inoue x f! reader 🐙 october 16th. cnc. hoshina soshiro x f! reader x narumi gen ⚠️

🐙 october 18th.slave master. shanks x f! reader 🐙 october 19th.onsen/pool/water.soshiro hoshina x f! reader 🐙 october 20th. toys . hirako shinji x f! reader 🐙 october 21st. knife play. soshiro hoshina x f! reader 🐙 october 22nd. watersports. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader ⚠️ 🐙 october 23rd. size kink. nnoitra gilga x f! reader 🐙 october 24th. public. grimmjow x f! reader. 🐙 october 25th. dp. bazz & jugram x f! reader 🐙 october 27th. plane sex. jugram haschwalt x f! reader 🐙 october 28th. shibari. trafalgar lax x gn! reader 🐙 october 29th. cumdump. Isshin Kurosaki x f! reader

coming next.. 🐙 october 17th. threesome. aizen sosuke x f! reader x gin ichimaru - lost the file, i'll write it asap -- i have one already written with this pair, in the meantime you can enjoy this one: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

[actuallysaiyan]

We Can Do Whatever You Want To Do(Ishida Uryu x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, handjob, talk about virginity, kissing, alcohol, semi-public sex, Uryu and Reader are in University word count: 1.3k pairings: Uryu Ishida x Fem!Reader summary: you and Uryu are in the same classes in university and you thought at first his arrogance and attitude pissed you off, but it turns you on. taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @seireiteihellbutterfly @misty-angerose. @yeowangies a/n: My first time writing Uryu, so I hope it's good <3

You met him when you were in your first year of university. Whispers of his academic excellence and many scholarships due to his achievements follow him around, though he doesn’t show any kind of real reaction to it. You found yourself so intrigued by Uryu.

After a few months of being in the same classes as him and trying to get to know him, you find out that he tends to keep to himself. And  Uryu doesn’t really bother to make too many friends. You’ve noticed some people coming to visit him from time to time, but the relationships he has with them seem deep rooted in something you can’t quite understand.

Even as time continues on, you find yourself way too curious about him. What kind of thing does he  do in his spare time? What kind of interests does he have outside of science and medicine? Did he have a love interest? Has he ever had a girlfriend?

Everything comes to a head when you and Uryu are at the same party. He’s keeping to himself in the corner, talking a little bit to a few people here and there that are in the same class as both of you. You take a drink from your beer and you head over to him.

“Hmm?” he barely acknowledges you, which makes you even more turned on.

“You’re Ishida-san, correct?” you ask him, your stomach doing flips.

He smirks at you, “Yes. Good to know you can recognize your classmates' names.”

That comment has your blood  boiling. How could he say something so rude to you like this? You roll your eyes and finish off your beer. Despite the way he acts, he holds himself with an air of someone who knows it all. Something about this suggests he’s not too lucky in the love and intimacy department. Meaning….he’s probably a virgin despite being in his early twenties.

The next time you meet up with him, it’s at the end of your class for the day. You make your way over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turns around, towering over you and sports that same smirk as he always does.

“Yes? What is it?”

His tone is just driving you insane, “I was going to ask you to help explain something to me, but honestly if you just want to act like a self-centered jerk,, nevermind.”

Students are walking past you and him, making it seem like there’s just no care in the world for something like this. It’s like you and him aren’t even a part of this student body right now. There’s this tension that grows around the two of you. He takes your hand and pulls you just a little closer. Your heart flutters and your stomach does a flip. Why does he keep making you feel like this? He’s just an asshole classmate.

“Listen, if you really want my help, I’ll help. Just ask nicely.” His tone is authoritative and it makes you want to slap him.

“F-fine…can you help me with today’s lecture?”

He smirks again, “Of course. It was rather easy.”

The urge to push him off you and to just give up on your plan was strong. Yet you followed him into an empty classroom. He sits at the teacher’s desk, opening up his notebook. You close the door and without him noticing, you lock it as well.

Innocently as you can, you make your way up to him. When he looks at you, you flutter your eyelashes flirtatiously. He falters for  a moment,  freezing completely. He’s wondering why you’ve changed your attitude towards him completely, but he finds it endearing that you’re trying to be kinder to him.

What you don’t realize is that you’ve been invading his every thought since that night at the party. He loves the way you take his attitude with a grain of salt. He keeps up these walls for a reason, though he’s ready to tear  down some of his walls to show you his real self.

Suddenly, you’re backing him into the corner. His eyes widen beneath his glasses, his cheeks reddening at the way you’re so close to him. Your actions are so bold and brazen..

“Uryu,” you purr softly in his ear. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

His heart skips a beat, “H-huh?”

You laugh, “I know you heard me. Answer the damn question.”

His mouth gets dry as his brain short-circuits. Uryu thought he had really hidden that aspect of his life so well. How could you tell just by being in class with him and the few interactions here and there that he was a virgin? How were you so clever?

He’s about to answer when your lips come crashing down onto his. Your hand drags down his chest to his waist, then down below his belt. You squeeze softly the growing bulge. He moans against your lips. Slowly, you begin palming him through his jeans until he’s rock hard.

“Let me have a little fun, hm? I bet you’ve never even had a handjob before!”

Your words sting and hit him right in the heart. .It was true, he was a virgin and he had never  even kissed before. You were taking a lot of his firsts. He can barely believe his own eyes when you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His cock is throbbing and twitching. There’s a precum stain on his underwear now.

“Awhh look at that, you have to be  a virgin.” You tease him as you pull down his underwear.

His cock slaps against his lower abdomen as you release it from the cotton confines of his briefs. The thick precum smears against his button-up shirt. You smirk when you gently graze his cock with just your fingertips and he lets out a whimper.

“Oh you’re gonna blow your load so fast, aren’t you?” You taunt him.

He shakes his head, “N-no. Shut up!”

You wrap your fingers around the throbbing length. He’s shuddering as you begin to stroke him. You make sure to go slow. You aren’t convinced that he won’t just pop within seconds. 

“Look at you, trembling and shaking. What a pathetic little virgin you are,”

Your words are turning him on more than he’d like to admit. It’s making him angrier but also his cock keeps throbbing every time you call him a virgin. He’d love to lose his virginity, but he’s so wrapped up in his studies and academic career that he forgets to make meaningful relationships. He just thought he would end up having to marry someone first to lose his virginity.

“Shut up,” he spits at you. “At least—ahhh fuck— ‘least I’m not failing.”

You squeeze his cock a little harder, “I’m not failing. You really think I’m failing? Let me tell you something,”

You lean in closer, and you start to stroke him faster. Your other hand comes down to massage his balls and he knows he’s done for now. His eyes roll back in his head and his knees begin to buckle. It’s all too much.

“The only reason I asked for your help today was because I wanted to jerk off your cock. You got that?”

He can’t even reply. You’ve rendered him into a blubbering and whimpering mess. His glasses are all fogged up that he can barely make out the blur that’s your fist stroking his cock. You tug on his balls ever so gently and that’s all it takes for him to fall off the edge.

“Fuck! Fuck I—I’m cumming!”

His hips begin to buck up into your hand, spurts of thick cum beginning to coat your fist and the bottom of your shirt. You smirk as you help him through his high. Then you slow down your pace, but never stopping it.

“Listen to me,” you begin. “If you wanna fuck this pussy, you’re going to have to be a lot nicer to me. Got it?”

He nods his head, “Yes, yes…I’ll be nicer.”

And that’s how you ended up with Uryu’s balls in the palm of your hand.

[muzansfangs]

PLAGIARISM ON TELEGRAM.

Disheartened, I once again have been victim of plagiarism on another platform. It has been brought to my attention that the owner of a channel on TELEGRAM has been ‘copying, pasting and translating’ works from various authors who publishes on Tumblr. Unfortunately, I do not have telegram, but a kind person has provided me the following screenshots in which, as you can read, the account named EPIPHANY has been sharing some of my Bleach works without my consent. I specify that I have NEVER BEEN CONTACTED BY ACCOUNTS ASKING ME TO TRANSLATE MY WORKS, OR RE-POST THEM.

I am annoyed, honestly. It’s the second time someone does this to me and I am still bittered from last year’s experience. Please, help us writers to have some justice. The owner of the telegram account has apparently blocked a lot of admins trying to stop them. Taking screenshots is banned as well, but please… Let’s do something about it.

I don’t spend hours of my free time writing for someone else to share my contents without my consent. The audacity some people have is appalling.

— Luce is asking for your help

These are the screenshots I have received:

Tagging some friends and accounts who might be involved, considering the fandoms they write for: @doumadono @seireiteihellbutterfly @tired-writer04 @bleach-your-panties @electronicwitchcollection @m-ayo-o @brittscafe

[shujichii]

your husband who loved calling you his wife— even outside of moments of necessity.

and the most fascinating part? he wasn't even aware of the fact how often he did it. he knew he did say it, but he wasn't aware of the fact how often he did. those two words, simple yet undeniably laced together with love and reverence, often tumbled out of his mouth before his brain could catch up.

"my wife would like these flowers," he had said to the wholesome elderly florist when he was about to buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers before returning home to you, his wallet— which had a small polaroid of you in it, by the way— already in hand.

"my wife did mention this the other day, now that i think about it." he had said to his friend who was rambling about the latest trending internet gossip.

"for my wife. i trust there isn't an issue?" he had simply said to the cashier upon noticing the way they lifted an eyebrow at the grocery basket filled to the brim with your favorite snacks, to which they gave a solemn, approving nod at his answer. good husband.

"my wife went out to run an errand, but she'll be back soon." he had even said to your best friend when they came to visit you, to which they replied with a very teasing smirk; "you could just say her name, y'know."

"my wife shouldn't pay when I'm around," he had said when you were about to pay for something, holding out his card before you could pull out yours.

"a reservation for my wife and i, please."

"sorry, my wife is waiting for me. i must take my leave now."

"yes, that's my wife— i'm quite proud of her."

"I can take it from here, sweetheart. can't have my beautiful wife overworking herself now, can i?"

and the list went on.

and yet, you didn't mind it. not at all— you had no reason to. your heart always did that funny little flip whenever he'd call you his wife the way he did, the corner of your lips never failing to curl into a smile. he would always say it so naturally— so genuinely, like those words were etched onto his soul for your very existence alone. and you certainly didn't miss the way his tone would sound a touch softer everytime he referred to you, like you needed to be spoken of with the utmost care and gentleness.

so, one day, you decided it was about time you struck.

"you call me that a lot."

his hands— which were reaching for the kitchen towel to dry his hands with after washing the dishes, yes, the dishes because chores are shared in this household— paused midway. he turned his head to look at you, where you had been perched on the counter, your legs swaying ever so slightly.

"call you what?" he inquired with a small tilt of his head, reaching for the towel at last and patting his hands dry.

"you know, your wife."

he immediately caught onto the teasing glint in your eyes, yet; it was unmistakably edged with a hint of affection.

for a moment, he just stood there wordlessly, blinking once, then twice, his brain taking its sweet, sweet time to allow your words to sink in. you, on the other hand, were practically straining your eyes to catch on any shifts in his expression or posture.

and then, you caught it; the faint reddening of the tips of his ears. he subtly cleared his throat, and your smile stretched into a grin.

alas, that dazzling curve of your lips disappeared as soon as it appeared when the man suddenly approached you in a swift few strides, standing between your legs and pressing his palms on either side of the counter which you sat on to cage you in.

you blinked.

"i do, yes."

he didn't even try to deny it. well, he didn't have a reason to. you were his wife, after all. where was the lie in that? and of course, he was absolutely proud of it.

then, he leaned in slightly, his tone lowering. "unless you prefer i stop calling you that?"

oh, now he was the one with that mischievous little twinkle in his eyes. inwardly, you faltered at the sudden boldness of his actions, your fingertips twitching against the surface of the counter. but outwardly? two can play the game.

then, with a deceptively sweet smile, you tilted your head, shot your hand forward and yanked on the collar of his shirt with force— his body jerking towards you.

"not at all," you smirked, inching closer. "i can't say i mind when my sweet husband calls me that."

his confidence faltered for a moment. you were about to internally celebrate your small victory until one of his hands slid up from the counter, now resting on your hips, his fingertips lightly pressing into your skin.

".. let's hear that again."

let's just say, ever since that faithful encounter, "my husband" had also started slipping out.

and every time? it got to him. oh, it definitely did.

(not my second fluff also taking place in the kitchen lol. i promise it's gonna be different next time.)

♡ nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro megumi (jjk), zayne, sylus (lads), wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, diluc, ayato (genshin), jiyan, xiangli yao (wuwa), jugram haschwalth (self indulgence because i love him.), kuchiki byakuya, ishida uryuu, ishida ryuken (bleach), anyone else you'd like.

[heartsforrain00]

HOLLOW ICHIGO LINKS !

aged up!ichigo

He comes back home just to be with his dear girlfriend and to fuck her ever so good.

he fucks you in the different positions he knows best.

He loves fucking you in this cute skirt of yours.

It’s your birthday and your one wish from him? Birthday sex. /poc girls

He’s being a nice and submissive for you today.

Using a fleshlight before getting with you.

Him and Uryū being fair and taking turns with you while you’re in that pretty outfit Ichigo brought.

You guys saw some cute baby stuff, and you looked at each other with so much love and lust in your eyes, guess a baby’s on the way.

Giving a fleshlight backshots before he gives you the real thing.

He loves giving you backshots, and he even loves shifting his position to reach deeper inside of you.

[arabella0001]

bleach men eating you out - part 1

characters: urahara kisuke, aizen sosuke, kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyōraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez

part 2: ichigo kurosaki, renji abarai, tōshirō hitsugaya, uryuu ishida, byakuya kuchiki

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

kisuke

kisuke is unpredictable—one day, he surprises you with aphrodisiac chocolates, the next, he has you bound and edged until you’re crying, and on another, he acts like none of it happened, making love to you as if those other nights were just in your head. but the glint in his eyes and the way his rough touches feel at the end always give him away.

“tsk, tsk, y/n, do you always have to be so feisty?”

his tongue moves skillfully, teasing, only to stop suddenly. he plays it cool, pressing soft kisses to your thighs before sinking his teeth in just enough to make your hips jolt.

“kisuke, i swear—”

before you can finish, his tongue is on you again, eating you so well that the words die in your throat. your breath catches, your whole body tensing from the swelling intensity.

“oh god, oh god—”

he doesn’t stop until your rippling orgasm is all over his mouth, slipping down to his chin.

aizen

you are not prepared for the torturous night ahead if aizen has decided to eat you until you break. he edges you mercilessly, over and over, until you can’t even beg anymore—your body too drained to move.

“please… aizen… please…” he starts slow, laying you down in your shared bed, making you cum from just his fingers and do it at least twice before he finally loses control. by the time he grips your thighs at the edge of the bed, that knowing, sinister smile is already on his lips.

“you’ve turned me into something… beastly, dear.”

and then he eats you out so deeply, that all you can see, all you can feel, is him.

“aizen—i love you so much, i love you, i love you—”

you pant heavily, eyes squeezed shut. he pauses for just a moment, letting his fingers trace slow, taunting circles around your clit, drinking in your desperation.

he chuckles. “how sweet… your desperation makes me crave you even more.”

he lives for this—for seeing you completely undone beneath him. and because you’ve been so obedient, he decides to reward you.

grimmjow

grimmjow has experience—too much experience—and it shows in the way he refuses to stop, dragging you into another orgasm just because he wants to. you’re already at your third when you try to push him away.

“s-stop—p-please, no more—”

he barely even acknowledges you, his sharp grin never fading.

“huh? what was that?” his pace never slows, his fingers gripping your thighs to keep you still. “you knew what you were getting into, woman.” he pushes you past your limits, your legs trembling violently from pleasure and exhaustion. tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“now scream for me, brat,” he growls. “let me enjoy myself.”

kenpachi

kenpachi is starved.

when you’re in his hands, you don’t know if you’ll make it out unscathed—or if you even want to.

he usually chains your hands above your head, the cold metal bars of the bed frame biting into your skin, a blindfold wrapped securely around your eyes. like this, he can feast on you in peace, drinking in every single one of your screams as if your pussy is a meal meant only for him.

“music to my ears, darling. now, show me what you’re made of.”

his mouth is ruthless, his long tongue dragging over every inch of your pussy with an almost lazy ease. his teeth graze your clit just enough to send a sharp jolt through your entire body. "don't make me tell you again, woman."

he likes it when you try to squirm away. he loves it when you realize you can’t.

shunsui

shunsui might seem like a lazy lover, but the truth is, he could spend hours between your thighs if you let him.

no, scratch that. he does spend hours between your thighs, overstimulating you until your body is nothing but pure sensation. he makes it his mission to have you pussy riding his face at least a few times a week.

“mfpmm—mfpmm—” your voice is muffled, your body trembling as you grind against his mouth. you’re so close—so ridiculously close—but your body aching from the intensity of it all and the pent up tiredness.

“you’re doing perfect, sweetheart. just one more—let go for me.” his big hands grip your thighs, guiding your movements, helping you find the perfect rhythm. you try to hold on, but it’s all too much. your fingers clutch the headboard, your back arching as you cum in his mouth, shuddering against him. he hums in satisfaction, licking his lips. “mmm… just one more, darling. you know i love the way you taste.

[hutaosfuneralparlor]

if i could i would totally marry bleach art.

look at this. literally masterpieces.

(reblogs and likes are highly appreciated)

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

With ulquiorra , mayuri, gin, adult uryu (seperately ) are they ass , tits or thighs

Fluff to smut with fem plz

Ass, Tits, or thighs With The Bleach Characters (Kenpachi Zaraki, and Grimmjow Jaegearjauquez as a bonus)

Fandom: Bleach

Rated: Um 17+? i mean it is explicit but not too explicit tread cautiously i guess.

warnings: titty sucking, spanking, biting, nipping, slapping, motorboating, lactation kink, all of these were mentioned.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Kenpachi Zaraki:

Kenpachi Zaraki is a certified ass man.

And thighs.

He loves them both equally.

He will make his s/o wear the cutest panties that shape their ass so well.

or he will make them wear the thinnest sexiest thong alive so he can see those pretty sexy cheeks between the thin tight fabric.

loves spankings and will give them for no reason because he loves it.

makes the s/o wear the tightest cutest thigh highs,

yes he fucks them with just them on sometimes.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Grimmjow Jaegearjauquez:

-another certified ass lover.

-loves to take his partner from behind and fucks them senseless.

-will basically breed his partner like a panther in heat.

-will bite lick and nip their s/o butt cheeks.

-It will leave so many marks on them. You can see his canine in them and will last a few days.

-rubs his face over their ass like how cats do as well.

-loves spanking his s/o as well and will be rough about it.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Ulquiorra cifer:

might be a cop out but i think he doesn't care.

he likes them all of them equally.

but if he has to pick one then he will choose tits.

nothing too sexual but he just like using boobs as pillows.

and listen to his s/o heart beat.

which is pretty sweet.

but he does take joy into leaving nips, bites and hickey's all over his s/o breasts (rather big or small he does not care)

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Mayuri kurotsuchi:

-I also think he doesn't care.

-To him it really depends on the day.

-some days he will smack and grab ass

-while other days he will want to suck on his s/o nipples and leave huge hickeys on them.

-but he also loves to have his s/o wear garter belts and thigh highs too.

-also enjoys spanking and leaving so many marks on his s/o.

-as long he can mark them up then he doesn't care.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Uryu Ishida:

my boy loves thighs

loves to squeeze them and rub them

loves garter belts

loves thigh highs

loves biting and marking them with his bites and kisses

cums from thighjobs

want to have sex with just his s/o in thigh highs

loves seeing s/o in fishnets

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Gin Ichimaru:

-He loves titties

-no matter how big or small he wants to suck, lick and nip them

-honestly might have a lactation kink

-probably would call s/o boobs mommy milkers one time before s/o slaps him hard.

-loves tit jobs

-loves motorboating

-loves sheer bras

-would flip if s/o has their nipples pierced

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

[satsugacafe]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Uryu, Kurosaki Ichigo, Abarai Renji, Shuhei Hisagi, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Izuru Kira

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello! What would jealousy hcs of Uryu, Shuhei, Toshiro, Izuru, and Yumichika be like? You can add more character if you like. 💜

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Didn’t include Yumichika because I don’t write for him. Thank you for the request!!

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When these pookies catch the little green monster after seeing someone friendly with you.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Ishida Uryu

˚₊‧꒰ა Uryu didn’t think himself the jealous type, not with how calm and composed he usually was, but all of that got thoroughly tested the moment he saw you laughing with someone else. His steps slowed, his jaw tightened just slightly, and his glasses slipped a bit down the bridge of his nose from how sharply he turned to observe.

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t interrupt at first. That wasn’t his style. He stood back, arms crossed, watching with thinly veiled scrutiny. The moment you brushed your hand against the other person’s arm in casual conversation, he pushed up his glasses with two fingers and muttered, “Tch. Pathetic.”

✧ It didn’t matter that it was innocent. It didn’t matter that he trusted you. What mattered was the way your eyes sparkled in that exact way you normally saved for him. That bothered him more than he’d admit.

˚₊‧꒰ა The next time you spoke to him, he was polite. Too polite. Every word was clipped, his tone curt, and he refused to meet your eyes.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Did you have a nice chat?” he asked, just a little too cold, fingers twitching near the cuff of his sleeve.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you acted oblivious, he’d only grow more passive-aggressive. “No, really. You two seemed to be getting on swimmingly. I wouldn’t want to interrupt...whatever that was.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d start showing up more. In areas he didn’t need to be in. Casually leaning against doorframes, acting like he just happened to be passing by. One time you found him sitting on a bench at a café you frequented, already halfway through a cup of black coffee, book in hand. “Coincidence,” he said. “You take too long choosing your drinks.”

˚₊‧꒰ა If another person got too touchy around you, Uryu had this habit of adjusting his wrists in a way that flashed his Quincy cross. It wasn’t exactly subtle.

˚₊‧꒰ა The moment you call him out on it, his composure snaps slightly. “I’m not jealous. I’m simply…observant. I notice when people hover around you unnecessarily. I have eyes, after all.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He won’t make a scene. But he’ll make it known to the other person, in an extremely polite and somehow threatening manner, that you are not available for flirting.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do try not to loiter near people who are already spoken for,” he once said flatly to someone who was standing a little too close, before turning away.

˚₊‧꒰ა He always apologised afterward, but it would be done in an awkward, stiff sort of way. “I may have overreacted. Not that I’m admitting fault. But perhaps...I was slightly out of line.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He won’t sulk. Not really. But you’ll catch him sighing in that exaggerated way and folding his arms whenever you’re texting someone.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you joke with him about being jealous, he’ll scoff. “Ridiculous. I have far more important things to worry about. Though...I would appreciate it if you didn’t give others the wrong impression. For clarity’s sake.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy isn’t loud, but it’s thorough. He starts noticing things—people you mention in passing, patterns of where you hang out, even who sits next to you at mission briefings.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you reassure him, he’ll deny needing it—but you’ll still notice the way he relaxes. The little flicker of a smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re not property,” he says one evening, after yet another bout of silent treatment. “But I don’t share well, either.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And that was about as honest as Uryu ever got with his jealousy.

Kurosaki Ichigo

˚₊‧꒰ა He had never liked subtlety. So when he got jealous, it showed. The minute he saw some bloke trying to impress you with kido tricks outside the 12th Division building, his whole posture changed. Shoulders squared, eyes narrowed, lips pulled into a tight frown that screamed don’t push it.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Oi,” he called across the street, tone casual but definitely not casual. “Didn’t know we were letting circus acts roam around now.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d walk straight up without hesitating, throw a lazy arm over your shoulder, and stare the other guy down like it was just another Tuesday.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You good?” he’d ask you, ignoring the other person completely. “He wasn’t bothering you, yeah?”

˚₊‧꒰ა The moment you say “no, we were just talking,” his eyes flicker sideways with a sharpness that borders on petty. “Right. Talking. Looked more like performing.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He gets protective in a very loud, visible way. If someone flirts with you in front of him, he’ll interrupt immediately. “Hey, didn’t realise we were handing out free confidence today.”

˚₊‧꒰ა If the person keeps pushing, Ichigo doesn’t even get aggressive. He just gets louder and more sarcastic. “You got a name, or should I keep calling you irrelevant?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He isn’t above pulling you away entirely. Grabs your hand, and mutters, “C’mon, we’ve got better things to do than babysit egos.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He gets irritable after. Not with you, but in general. Things clatter louder, he chews his food like it insulted him, and he mutters under his breath when texting.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Didn’t think you were into that kind of guy,” he said once, frowning at the floor. “Guess I’ll go summon some paint and start juggling or something.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He tries not to make you feel bad about it. He really does. But Ichigo has never been good at hiding his emotions. Especially when it comes to you.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you tease him, he plays it off—poorly. “I’m not jealous. He was just annoying. You’re allowed to talk to people. Just not...like that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll start upping his game without even realising it. More affectionate. Training harder. Pulling you into little side missions just the two of you. “Figured we could use some time away from magician boy.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His friends definitely notice. Renji teases him for it constantly. “Mate, just admit you’re jealous before you break your own jaw grinding your teeth.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s lowkey clingy when he’s jealous. Not obvious, just...always next to you. Offering to walk you places. Helping you carry things. Scowling at anyone who so much as glances your way too long.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do you have to be so nice to everyone?” he once asked, rubbing the back of his neck. “People are gonna start thinking they’ve got a chance.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He won’t say it out loud, but when you reassure him that you only want him, he quiets down immediately. Shoulders drop. He stops pacing. Looks at you like you’ve just given him oxygen.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Yeah?” he says like he wasn’t sure until now. Then softer, “Good. ‘Cause I don’t wanna fight for your attention like it’s some kind of competition.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Even when the jealousy passes, he doesn’t forget. You’ll find him more watchful, and more determined to earn your attention, even in subtle ways.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I’m not insecure,” he muttered once, half into your shoulder. “I just...don’t like the idea of someone else thinking they’ve got a shot. Not when I’m right here.”

Abarai Renji

˚₊‧꒰ა Zero resistance to making facial expressions the most he got jealous. The moment he caught sight of someone getting too friendly with you—like that seated officer from Squad Five leaning a bit too close while chatting—his expression turned stormy without him even realising.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d cross his arms and glare from across the courtyard, muttering under his breath, “Who the hell does he think he is, smiling like that? Tch.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The minute your conversation ended, he’d be at your side like a summoned spirit. “Didn’t know you were such a fan of Squad Five,” he said, trying for casual but sounding absolutely not.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t subtle. He’d stand closer to you than usual, stare down anyone who tried to talk to you, and ask loudly, “Oi, you alright? This guy wasn’t boring you to death or anything, yeah?”

˚₊‧꒰ა If the person didn’t get the message, Renji would up the territorial energy. “Maybe go find someone else to chat up. Pretty sure they got enough company.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t be angry with you exactly, but he’d sulk in that very obvious Renji way—sitting nearby, arms behind his head, looking everywhere but at you, and responding with short ‘yeah’s and ‘whatever’s.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You were laughing a lot,” he’d mutter at some point. “Didn’t know his jokes were that funny. You never laugh that hard at my stuff.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d start doing extra things to make himself stand out. Training longer, picking tougher missions, throwing flashier attacks when you were around.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Maybe if I wore my hair differently and started quoting poetry like Captain Kyoraku, I’d get your attention too,” he once grumbled while re-tying his headband.

˚₊‧꒰ა He got handsy when jealous—casual, but intentional. Arm around your waist. Hand on your lower back. Slipping his scarf around your neck with a cocky “Here, you’ll catch a chill,” just to watch others back off.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you teased him about it, he’d scoff, “Me? Jealous? Nah. Just don’t like weirdos crowdin’ you.” But then he’d glance away and mumble, “...I just don’t want someone thinkin’ they’ve got a chance, s’all.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He hated how obvious he was, but he couldn’t help it. You were his, and he didn’t like people sniffing around like they belonged in your world.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Look, I get it, people like talkin’ to you. You’re smart and funny and...look amazing, alright? But that don’t mean I gotta like it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა If you reassured him, he melted immediately. “Yeah? Just me, huh?” Then all the tension dropped from his shoulders and he gave that lopsided grin. “Thought so. Still gonna keep an eye on ‘em, though.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He once bumped into someone on purpose just to get them to move away from you. “Oops,” he said flatly. “Didn’t see you there.” He very much did.

˚₊‧꒰ა You’d find him more touchy for a few days after, keeping you within arm’s reach like someone might try and snatch you the second he blinked.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Ain’t about bein’ possessive,” he muttered one night while watching the stars from the rooftop. “It’s just...when I’ve got something good, I don’t wanna lose it ‘cause someone else decided to play clever.”

Shuhei Hisagi

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t interrupt conversations or make scenes, but he had a way of staring that could cut glass. The moment someone stood too close to you, his entire energy shifted.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t say a word at first. Just observed from a distance, arms folded, expression unreadable save for the way his jaw clenched just slightly.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Friendly bunch in Squad Thirteen, huh,” he’d say later, voice calm but dipped in steel. “Didn’t realise you were that close.”

˚₊‧꒰ა If you brushed it off, he wouldn’t argue. But the next time that person approached, Hisagi was already there. Like a shadow. “Everything alright?” he asked, polite but with that unsettling smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t need to raise his voice. He used presence. Leaned in just slightly when someone addressed you. Stood between you and them without saying a word.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Sorry, do you need something?” he asked someone once, even though they were clearly talking to you. “Didn’t quite catch that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He got sharper in the aftermath. Not cruel, but more teasing in a dry, cutting way. “So...gonna start bringing flowers to that guy next? He seems like he’d love the attention.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His sarcasm was his shield. He wouldn’t admit jealousy out loud—not at first. He’d just go quieter, colder, and throw in dry comments whenever the subject came up.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Didn’t know you were so easy to impress. All he did was quote a haiku and suddenly it’s the best day of your life?”

˚₊‧꒰ა But he hated the way it made him feel, so eventually he’d just say it outright, in a tired voice: “Look, I don’t like how close he was standing. That’s all. Maybe it’s petty, but I notice these things.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t flirt much when jealous, but his body language shifted—hands always brushing against yours, standing just a little closer than usual, lingering gazes that held a mix of warning and want.

˚₊‧꒰ა If someone tried to flirt with you in front of him, he’d stare them down with all the weight of the 9th Division’s cold professionalism. “You done?”

˚₊‧꒰ა The person usually backed off. Hisagi didn’t need volume. Just a look.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you caught him acting cold and asked what was wrong, he’d hesitate before admitting it: “I don’t like competition. Doesn’t sit right with me. Makes me...sharp.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The sharpness came from fear, not ego. The fear that he wasn’t enough. That someone more charismatic or light-hearted would take you away.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I’ve got a job that keeps me neck-deep in darkness,” he said one night. “Sometimes I worry that someone brighter will take you out of it. Out of reach.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Reassure him and he’d go completely still, like the tension bled out of him all at once. Then he’d nod once and smile—soft, real, and just a bit sheepish. “Alright. I’ll chill. For now.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t dramatic, but he was relentless. He’d keep watching people around you, reading every shift in tone, every glance, every smile.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I trust you,” he said once. “It’s them I don’t trust. Some people don’t care if someone’s taken.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You’d find he became more present in subtle ways—taking breaks when you were free, stopping by your division more often, walking you home without needing to be asked.

˚₊‧꒰ა “No reason,” he said when asked why. “Just felt like seeing you.” But his eyes were already scanning the hallway behind you.

Hitsugaya Toshiro

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t understand why his mood soured so suddenly when he spotted you chatting with a seated squad member under the sakura trees. It wasn’t even romantic, but the way the bloke was smiling—too smug, too relaxed—put his instincts on edge.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Is that supposed to be flirting?” he muttered to Matsumoto, arms crossed, glare locked on the pair of you. “Pathetic.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The next time you passed by his office, he looked up, cool and professional, but with a definite edge in his tone. “I thought you were off socialising with that loudmouth from Squad Nine.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t one to get dramatic about it, but he started showing up in your vicinity more often, under the guise of work. Delivering paperwork himself, offering to accompany you on patrol, assigning you to meetings that mysteriously had no actual agenda.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re already on the roster with me,” he said when you questioned it. “Coincidence. Don’t overthink it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He was curt for a while, his usual formality laced with unspoken frustration. When you asked what was wrong, he simply said, “Nothing. Why, something wrong with you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა If someone got a little too comfortable around you in his presence, he’d make it uncomfortable fast. “I’d appreciate it if you kept things professional,” he said icily once, after someone put their hand on your shoulder.

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy came with silence more than arguments. Days where he said less than usual, sighed more, sat at his desk with furrowed brows and stabbed his brush into ink with unnecessary force.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he finally cracked, it was because you laughed at another man’s joke in the middle of a squad dinner. “Glad someone finds him funny,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to start a scene.

˚₊‧꒰ა You caught him scowling at the man from across the room, eyes narrowed, fingers twitching near Hyorinmaru’s hilt. “Are you alright?” you asked. “Peachy,” he deadpanned.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you tease him about being jealous, he immediately denies it. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a captain. I don’t have time for...that.” He paused. “I just don’t like seeing idiots waste your time.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When he’s really bothered, he gets short-tempered (aka, sassy) with you too, snapping at you during training. “You’re distracted. What, still thinking about your little tea break the other day?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He never apologised directly, but his version of an apology came in subtle actions. Leaving your favourite snacks in the barracks lounge. Offering to spar with you. Sitting next to you in meetings without saying a word, just being there.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You could’ve told me if you weren’t interested anymore,” he once muttered while standing beside you on a rooftop.

˚₊‧꒰ა When you reassured him, he looked away, but the tension in his shoulders melted slightly. “Good. That’s...good to know.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And he never said the words, but from then on, you noticed how close he stayed during missions. How he always positioned himself between you and potential threats. How his eyes lingered longer when you smiled.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I don’t get jealous,” he muttered once after a long silence. “But I don’t like being taken for granted either.”

Izuru Kira

˚₊‧꒰ა It started when he overheard you joking with another seated officer in the Squad Three barracks, laughing—really laughing—and not in the way you usually laughed around him.

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t interrupt. He just stood there in the doorway, his smile tight, fingers resting uneasily on his sword hilt, watching the scene like it was a painting he didn’t like.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I didn’t realise you two were so...friendly,” he said later that evening while handing you some paperwork.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t act on it immediately. Instead, he’d withdraw a little. Quietly brood. He’d finish conversations too quickly, duck out of shared breaks, and deflect whenever you asked if something was wrong.

˚₊‧꒰ა “No, everything’s fine. I just have a lot on my plate.” But his tone said don’t ask again.

˚₊‧꒰ა He started keeping tabs on where you spent your free time. Not in a possessive way—more like he was collecting evidence. Quietly confirming whether his feelings were justified.

˚₊‧꒰ა The moment he saw the guy again, leaning too close and laughing too loudly, he finally snapped. “That’s enough,” he said. “You’ve got work to do elsewhere, don’t you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა The man raised a brow, but left. Kira didn’t explain. He just turned to you and asked, “You didn’t think that was a bit much?”

˚₊‧꒰ა If you tried to make light of it, he’d grow even more tense. “It’s not funny. I don’t want to be someone you flirt with for fun. I thought we were more serious than that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His insecurity ran deep, and jealousy only made it worse. He started questioning whether you even wanted to be with someone like him—quiet, reserved, weighed down by history.

˚₊‧꒰ა “He’s probably more interesting than me,” he said bitterly once during a late patrol. “Doesn’t come with the same baggage.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When you got frustrated with his self-pity, he apologised almost instantly. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. I just...I hate not knowing where I stand.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy always circled back to fear—fear of being replaceable. Of being too easy to leave.

˚₊‧꒰ა But when you told him he wasn’t, he looked at you like he didn’t quite believe it at first. Then, slowly, he smiled—small, soft, genuine. “I needed to hear that. Thank you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა After that, he became a little more confident. Subtly possessive. Sitting closer. Touching your hand more often. Holding eye contact longer whenever someone else hovered near you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d still get jealous, but he handled it with quiet authority. “I trust you,” he said once, “but I don’t have to trust everyone else.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Occasionally, when someone stepped over the line, he’d lean in and speak low enough only they could hear: “I’d be careful if I were you. They’re not available. Don’t make assumptions.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy wasn’t loud, but it had weight. The kind that lingered. And once he accepted that you were his, he made damn sure no one else mistook your kindness for anything else.

˚₊‧꒰ა “If I ever seem cold,” he said one night, “just know it’s because I care too much. Not the other way around.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And though he’d never admit it, the way you always chose him over everyone else—that was what finally kept the smoke from swallowing him whole.

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[sashi-ya]

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝙳𝚛. 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚄𝚛𝚢𝚞 uryu's birthday drabble ⋆ mdni nsfw +18 ⋆ semi public, oral

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ happy birthday, Ishida-kun! 𓂃⋆.˚

The rug material sucks; why does this thing have to be here? it carves into your knees; it’s starting to itch. Ah, but the sweet caress on your head coming from Dr. Ishida’s hand makes it everything better.

You shouldn’t make much noise; in fact, you shouldn’t be hiding underneath his desk… why the hell these doctors had to visit his office right now?

His hardness is noticeable, it protrudes from his pants. Your hand slides up, slowly, in complete silence. You shouldn’t do this, or else you are gonna make Dr. Uryuu blush.

But you can’t help it; you went there with a single purpose… celebrate the Dr’s birthday. And nothing, nor nobody will stop you from doing so. If he got “very busy” enough to go back home later than expected, then his surprise must be received in here.

You nuzzle on his thigh, inhaling the scent of his neat trousers. Everything so clean, so perfectly ironed… fabric you wish to stain, to shrivel, to ruin. A kiss on his leg, only makes his pants tent bigger… “Ah, are you getting excited Dr. Ishida?”

Uryuu starts bouncing his leg, as he fights to stay serious while a bunch of med interns yap about the cases they’ve been assigned. His hand, that hangs down the desk, tries to sign you to stop in a desperate attempt for you not to continue with the following step of this sexual torture; reaching his sex, that’s been almost freed, as you were lowering his zipper right before they arrived.

Wet, completely dampened in precum, is how you found his boxer briefs. Poor man, what have he done to suffer this faith?! “Let me fix it for you, Dr. Ishida…”

“Very well; that should do for the day, why don’t you all take some time off? Patients have been all -ngh-. Excuse me…” Uryu gets interrupted by your lips finally surrounding his sex; he tries to cover it up with a cough but there is no way he could cover the blush on his usually pale cheeks.

“Are you ok, Dr. Ishida?” an intern, who happens to be one of those annoying females that surrounds your man on a daily basis, asks. She decides to stay, even if the rest have already left the office.

You focus your tongue on his tip; “tell her how good you are feeling, Ishida-kun, come on!”

“AH- yes. Sorry! I’m just tired!” Uryu excuses himself once more, fixing his glasses, getting closer to his desk, trying to normalize his breathing.

“Oh! Can I do something for you, Dr. Ishida?” she insists, and you suck harder. Adding now your hand around his shaft.

Uryuu takes a deep breath; he knows this could go two possible ways, one he resists or cums right in front of a subordinate. The you stopping doesn’t enter the equation, in fact is the only thing that won’t change but rather increase…

“No, I am married man” he finally snaps, feeling the smirk on your lips forming around his dick.

“I- no- I’m sorry…” the girl whispers, leaving soon the office. Uryuu finally looks down; you are enjoying this more than anyone else perhaps.

“Stop. Stand Up. Turn around” he commands, hitting the desk. And you know he will finish the job you started.

“Yes, Dr. Ishida. Claim your birthday gift ~” you obey.

[my-my-my]

KINKMAS DAY 1 (AKA KINKTOBER DAY 13 LOL) - Corset: Adult!Uryuu Ishida x Female Reader

Summary: Uryuu has been plagued by the same dream for months now, and how now taken upon himself to “fix” this issue… which leads him to designing a corset for you.

TW: slightly cross-dressing (slight), slight femdom. Uryuu is super bashful and kind of shy, but he’s not a virgin. Implied long-term relationship with reader.

Word count: 1590

Read on AO3 here.

Uryuu stared at the mannequin with intensity. His eyebrows were furrowed, his scowl deep as he fanned his hands over the corset fitting the mannequin.

It had to be perfect. Anything less was undeserving to be worn by you.

He had hand picked the silk, the boning and everything in between as he taught himself on how to create a corset. He was obsessed with every detail in its creation. All because he dreamt of you wearing one.

Dreamt. He thought to himself, no. Continuously dreamed of was more accurate. The dream of you wearing a corset plagued his dreams for months, to the point where he had to make it a reality.

Uryuu spun the mannequin to its back, as he trailed his fingers along the lacing of the corset. He had handpicked the fabric, calling his old classmates in the Handicraft Club for suggestions and recommendations. His fingers bore tiny scars – cuts as he aligned every piece of steel boning, imagining how it would hug your body in such a way that drew him mad.

His scowl returned as he wondered what you would think of this gift. Would you be happy? A slight frown crosses his face as he drops his hand. Would you be disturbed? Either way, Uryuu was determined to finish the corset, his dreams of you would never leave him otherwise.

Christmas was nearing and you were ecstatic to spend it with Uryuu. You had already preordered fried chicken and Christmas cake for the two of you and had neatly wrapped and put away your gift for him under the small tree of his apartment. You had a skip in your step as you rushed to Uryuu’s apartment, groceries in tow as you thought of what to make for dinner.

With the extra key he gave you in your hand, you opened the door to his home. His shoes were neatly lined at the entrance, signaling that he was already home. You heard rustling in another room, so dropping off the groceries in the kitchen, you made your way to his office.

Your eyes flew wide open at the sight.

Uryuu was wearing a corset?!

“Uryuu?!” You asked, as you looked over his body. An uncharacteristic yelp came out of Uryuu as he tried to hide himself in embarrassment.

“It’s not what you think!” He stammered, his face completely red, the flush spreading down his body.

“I mean, you look good in it.” You laughed, trying to cheer him up.

He avoided your gaze as he fidgeted with his glasses, a habit he did out of anxiety. He mumbled something that you couldn’t quite catch.

“I’m sorry, Uryuu. But I do mean it, you look great in it.” You smiled at him, as you came closer to him.

“It’s for you.” He grumbled. You stood there, staring at him.

“For me?” You looked surprised.

“I’m wearing it to make sure the fabric was soft enough for you.” Uryuu sighed, the red in his face dissipating into pink, “I made this for you.” He shyly looked down at the ground.

For the few years you two dated, it always surprised you when Uryuu became bashful. He was so earnest in his feelings; it took you aback sometimes. Today was no different. You gently grabbed his hand and squeezed it, putting it to your face.

“I’m more than happy to wear it now.” You smiled at him. “It’ll help with final adjustments.” You giggled as the pink in his cheeks brightened.

You slipped your sweater over your heard when you heard Uryuu make a sound.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy! You’ve seen me naked before!” You laughed at Uryuu, who looked away at you.

“This is different.” He murmured, still avoiding your gaze.

“It doesn’t have to be.” You teased, as you turned around and shook your hips as your pants slid to the ground. You turned to face him again and unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor. “Do you want me to keep my panties on?” You teased him again.

“Do what you want!” Uryuu quickly said, as his cheeks burned, but he slipped the corset off him and helped secure it on you.

He had designed it where it nested right under your breasts, pushing them up and closer together. Uryuu spun you around, with your back towards him as he laced the corset up. You yelped as you felt your breasts push up and against each other.  

You trailed your fingers against the boning of the corset. Tiny details of lace flowers and quincy crosses adorned the body of the corset, bringing a smile to your lips. This was certainly an Uryuu creation.

“It feels amazing, Uryuu.” You turned to face him, kissing him on the cheek.

“It’s not complete yet though.” Uryuu said, as his eyes scanned over your body. He let his hands roam, cupping your breasts, then trailing down the curve of your hips. He turned to his office cabinet and brought a gift bag out, “you’re missing this.”

You opened the bag to see lace thigh-high stockings. “I didn’t know you were so into lingerie, Dr. Ishida.” You grinned at him, watching him fidget with his glasses again.

“You got it wrong!” He quickly explained, “I had a dream of you wearing it.” He said quietly.

Your ears perked up at that comment as you pulled the final stocking up your leg. Uryuu couldn’t help but gulp audibly as he saw bits of your thighs spilling over the top of the stocking. His cock was beginning to feel uncomfortable in his slacks.

“Oh?” You snickered, making your way towards him. “Tell me more about this dream of yours, Uryuu. Who knows… maybe I can make it real.” You whispered into his ear, before giving him a nip at his earlobe.

Uryuu was pushed against his office desk, as you found your way in between his legs. Uryuu couldn’t stop staring at you, how beautiful and real you looked in front of him, wearing one of his creations. The way your breasts jiggled with each step you took.

You were kissing his face, avoiding his lips and trailing down his neck and his chest. You quickly found yourself on your knees as you undid his belt, pulling his pants down. You smiled up at him as you palmed his growing shaft through his briefs. Uryuu shuddered as you pulled his cock out.

Without warning, you wrapped your lips around the head of cock, lapping up the precum he was leaking. You moaned around him as Uryuu threaded his fingers through your hair, pushing you further down his erection. You bobbed your head lazily, feeling him grow in your mouth. But before you could finish, he tugged your head away.

“In my dream,” Uryuu panted, his glasses off, his cheeks flushed red, “you were riding me.”

You gave his cock a quick kiss before it disappeared from your view, “that can be arranged, Dr. Ishida.” As he lowered himself to the floor.

You shimmied your underwear away and placed your legs on either side of Uryuu’s hips. His hands were holding you above him as you guided his cock to your wet entrance. You continued to tease him though, as you rubbed his cockhead over your slick slit, his head brushing against your sensitive clit.

Then Uryuu slammed you down on to him, a moan bubbling out of you from the sudden fullness of his cock. Uryuu panted as he looked at you. The corset emphasized your breasts, as he carefully rolled his hips up, causing you to shift on top of him, your breasts bouncing from the movement.

He was transfixed, as you managed to steady yourself. You placed your hands on his abdomen and lifted your hips up, gently coming down, moans bubbling out of you from the feeling. But it wasn’t enough for Uryuu.

He wanted to see you scream his name, like you did in his dream. His hands went back to your hips, guiding you to a faster rhythm, before you were too lost in pleasure. Uryuu lifted his hips and quickened his pace, his cock pushing in and out of you with such intensity. He let one hand go from your hip, as he reached to pinch your nipple, earning another shriek from you.

You slipped your hand to your folds, rubbing your clit as Uryuu continued to pound into your sore cunt. Your pussy throbbed from Uryuu’s thrusts that you began to chant Uryuu’s name.

Uryuu looked like he was close himself, the way his eyes were closed as he groaned your name with each roll of his hips. He moaned your name as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his cum slowly dripping out.

But Uryuu wasn’t selfish.

Just before you could process what was happening, you found yourself on top of his face, his lips wrapped around your clit as you shrieked, your orgasm rushing through you. A mix of your juices and his cum dripped down his chin as his tongue swiped at your folds, licking you and savouring the mix.

He pulled you off from his face, letting you lay next to him on the floor.

“If you have another dream like that again, Uryuu” you panted next to him, pulling his face towards you, “tell me.” You kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips.

Uryuu gave you a soft smile, kissing you on the forehead, “I know. You’d make any of my dreams a reality.”

WOW SORRY FOR THE DELAY. WRITER'S BLOCK IS A BITCH.

NEXT UP IS KISUKE AND HUMILIATION!!!

TITLE ON AO3 IS FROM ALVVAY'S "DREAMS TONITE"

THANK YOU FOR READING!!

[muzansfangs]

If you were their soulmate.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Mayuri Kurotsuchi x f!reader; Uryuu Ishida x f!reader.

Format: head canons

Warnings: fluff, basically. Also, be aware that Uryuu is aged up and that Aizen’s part has some toxic traits. He is a walking red flag, after all.

Plot: how would they act if you were their soulmate and they were genuinely in love with you? Was it love at first sight, or were you two just friends at first?

Requested by: @stygianoir I’m sorry if it took me a while! I hope you liked it!

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Uryuu Ishida.

• For someone as logical and rational as him, it was impossible to believe it was love at first sight. Could something like that possibly exist? He did not trust his own feelings around you. You were a good person, he felt comfortable around you. Yet, the way you always seemed to understand him and support every decision he made was quite disturbing. It was impossible to be that connected to someone. It almost felt like a spiritual connection.

• He probably did not have any filter around you and was not afraid to show you his true colors. He was fine with not being judged as soemone too analytical and detached, for once. He liked the way you made him feel normal.

• He did not let anyone hurt you, or offend you in any way. It did not matter if it was during a fight, or in a more casual occasion. He even snapped at Ichigo out of the blue because he had accidentally spilt some coffee on your papers. You found it odd, of course, but it was sweet at some extent.

• He never failed to notice how beautiful you were. He always thought your appearence whetted his appetites, but he restrained himself from crossing the line of friendship for months. Why? He was frightened by the idea of losing you. What if you didn’t want him back? You two were definitely better off as friends. Or so he thought until something happened.

• Something happened, right. That was Ichigo trying to hit on you. He could not let that happen. Now he was absolutely sure that he could be a better boyfriend material than him, therefore he quickly made up his mind and decided to talk to you. Man on a mission: he interrupted Ichigo’s little speech and literally dragged you away from him.

• He thought it would have been easier for someone like him, so logical and precise. He was so wrong. As you two were alone and he could finally confess his feelings to you, he felt his heart sink into his chest. Oh, damn, your eyes. It was all your cute eyes’s fault. He got distracted! Naturally, he messed up his little mental plan on how to make you understand he liked you. Yet, it was cute.

• “Your eyes are so pretty. They leave me speechless” he simply blurted out, clenching his fists down his sides.

• A long silence followed that as you both blushed and you blinked at him in confusion. Uryuu panicked, of course, and the tips of his ears turned red. He knew words were not his forte at this point and he thought about kissing you instead.

• Yet, you surprised him when you said “I love you too, if that’s what you meant. Your eyes not quite bad too, by the way” you whispered, smiling softly.

• Uryuu smiled weakly and hugged you tightly. Yes, there was no doubt about it. You were definitely his soulmate. But his brain had short-circuited again and you had to clear your throat to remind him that he should have kissed you and not hugged you.

Aizen Sosuke.

• It was love at first sight. Or obsession, at first sight. He believed in that concept, but he never thought it would have ever happened to him. He was too self-centered, affected by his god complex and detached from any human emotion to feel a connection with someone. You were more than his obsession, at first. He was curious about you and how you simply seemed to break his walls and go with his flow without getting cut on his edges.

• As you two spent time together, he started to do some researches about the nature of some spiritual bonds among individuals and he found out that you two were most likely soulmates. What a shock. Aizen knew one thing for sure: if you were his soulmate, he had to have you by his side no matter what.

• ‘No matter what’ was a devious concept for him. Why? He did not care about what was the price to pay to win to you over, he would have done it. Or kidnapped you.

• As he watched you stroll around and talking with Shinji, he definitely uttered something among the lines of “Mine of no one else’s”. That night he trimmed his former Captain’s hair. Not long before that, Shinji became one of Aizen’s victims.

• As you seemed to be naturally drawn to him, though, he simply welcomed you into his life. He loved showing you a little soft side of him no one knew. You spent a lot of time sipping on tea and talking about calligraphy. You were so perfect for him. And he definitely loved it when you got too tired and fell asleep over his shoulder.

• Your natural predisposition for meddling into his business and figuring out his plans made him go crazy and he was soon forced to have a serious talk in the middle of the woods with you. You had stand by his side. If you were soulmates, you would have probably agreed in whatever wicked plans he had. Right?

• “Is this the part where you give me the choice to either follow you, or die right here? Of course I am in” you said, as he confronted you. Oh, the wolfish grin plastered over his face at that point was priceless.

• You were not as cruel as he was. You simply stack by his side and followed his orders, but he tried to keep your hands as clean as possible. After all, a beauty as yourself could not become too blood-thirsty. He did not want you to become as Gin, he was happy with having you glued by his hip.

• His confession was smooth. Right before he tricked Hinamori, he invited you to watch the fireworks together. After all, everybody did it and it would have been simply suspicious not to attend the mundane event. However, as you were sitting on the rooftop next to him, eyes twinkling for the technicolor lights exploding in the night sky, he grasped your jaw rather roughly and kissed you passionately.

• “Did I make it loud and clear?” he simply purred in your ear. Of course not. It was more than enough.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

• You caught the eye of this man. He probably wanted to experiment on you at first! Yet, as he studied your features better, he had to admit that you were too pretty for that and… What was that strange attraction he felt towards you? He wanted to know you, to be around you, to study you and not on you. The first thing he did after your first meeting was searching for answers and he got thunderstruck when he found them. He had a soulmate? That was absurd. It was weird thinking that you would have been able to understand him wholly and bear him at his worst.

• Ladies and gentlemen, he tried to be polite. The next day he tracked you down and apologized for his behavior. He told you he did not want to use you as a cavy anymore but that it would have been nice of you to help him understand if soulmates existed. That was his attempt to befriend you and it worked. He did not tell you he suspected you to he his soulmate at first. He did not want to scare you away.

• You two spent most of the time in his laboratory, helping him with his researches or, watching him do them, because he lost his patience over everything. But, eventually, you snapped. You tamed that maniac man by literally yelling at his face to calm down.

• He got offended at first.

• That little voice inside him told him to forgive you right away, though. How frustrating it was!

• After struggling to find a solution to a chemistry problem and you casually walked by dropping the solution, he was left speechless. He spent three alone, in the privacy of his room, to talk to himself about how could someone beat him at his own game.

• Months went by just like that, until you decided to sneak into his private room and rummage through his stuff. Finally, you found a file with your name over it and you were quite shocked to read that you were his soulmate. You planned to make your move on him, since he seemed to be too stubborn to confront you about it. However luck was not in your favor.

• He caught you with the papers in your hands and he fumed in anger.

• You were not even surprised by the argument that followed. It had become amusing at this point. But you knew how to turn the tables in your favor. As he yelled at you, you walked up to him slowly until just mere inches devided your faces.

• “How could you do that? You little—” he ranted, throwing his hands in the air as you simply captured his lips in yours with a kiss. Man, he stopped screaming and turned red from head to toe.

• “Oh. That was so much overdued, actually” he commented, rubbing his chin before kissing you again.

[shujichii]

you were feeling particularly mischievous that day.

and when you were feeling mischievous, your lover had to be prepared— because a mischievous you sometimes had the tendency to be unpredictable.

he loved kissing you multiple times throughout the day— he'd lean into it subconsciously, even, be it on your lips, cheeks, forehead, the tip of your nose or the top your hair. because according to him, life would be devoid of any and all meanings if he could not kiss you.

so when you suddenly pretended to move away to reach for something just as he was about to lean in for a kiss, he paused midway, brows furrowing.

surely that wasn't intentional. ..right? right?

it didn't take longer than a second for you to notice the subtle distress on his face from the corner of your eye, and you were trying— trying— to not outright grin mischievously.

naturally, he had to confirm this strange phenomenon. so he leaned in again, only for you to take a step back, now "inspecting" the item you had just retrieved earlier.

now, this man was no fool. (a fool for you, though.) you had just dodged his kisses twice at the perfect time. he could swear he felt his world shift upside down.

why were you dodging like that? were you mad? was something wrong? did he—

then, he caught it; the twitch of your lips and the stolen glance. ah. so that's how it was.

his eyes narrowed, thoroughly observing you. yet, the playful gleam in his gaze was unmistakable now.

"doing this now, are we?" the amusement in his voice was all too clear.

you feigned innocence, tilting your head, yet not bothering to hide the curve of your lips. "hm? oh, i have no idea what you're talking about."

he took a step forward.

you took one back.

he took another.

and before he knew it, you bolted.

"hey—!"

your laughter echoed throughout the house as you ran, and he wasted no time before following right after. you were fast, impressively so— you somehow managed to weave through the furniture with ease, going as far as to swiftly place a chair in the way before he could reach you.

however, a man chasing after what was rightfully his was not to be underestimated.

he was, of course, fast as well. he could close the distance right now if he wanted to, but where was the fun in that? if you wanted a game, he would happily indulge you.

he pretended to almost catch you when his fingertips barely grazed your arm in an attempt to reach you, to which you responded with a shriek as you sped up, reaching behind the kitchen island.

"too slow!" you giggled, gripping the edge of the counter, ready to skid away any moment.

"oh, you wound me, sweetheart," he sighed, "depriving a man of kissing his beloved? how cruel."

"catch me, then." you challenged, your heartbeat thrumming with adrenaline.

he noticed the way your body subtly shifted towards the left.

so, he pretended to go towards the right.

and just as you moved away from behind the counter, he effortlessly changed directions, your brain failing to catch up with the sudden movement as a pair of arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, your back colliding with the familiar warmth.

"what—"

you were suddenly weightless as he spun you around.

"h-hey!— put me down!" you squealed, not being able to suppress the unrestrained laughter spilling from your lips.

"do you yield?"

"nah—"

he spun, again.

"FINE! fine! put me down now, you menace!"

he chuckled, gently placing you down, although his arms never left your waist. you turned around, slightly tumbling against his chest, before squinting your eyes at him.

"you cheated," you half-heartedly jabbed a finger into his chest.

"you cheated first by not letting me kiss you," he leaned down, his hands coming up to cradle your jaw as his lips hovered above your own. "and i'm here to fix that."

just as you were about to formulate a response, his tongue glided over your bottom lip— before capturing it between his own. he didn't rush the kiss, no, it was slow, deliberate, utterly thorough, like he wanted you to feel every ounce of that kiss and drown in it. and yet, the heat in it was unmistakable. his fingers slithered to the small of your back, pulling you closer until your body practically molded against his. a tilt of your head— and suddenly, he was kissing you deeper, swallowing your sounds that escaped between the kiss.

he finally pulled away, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he rested his forehead on yours, taking in the sight of your dazed eyes and the soft exhales leaving your parted lips.

".. that's unfair."

"you should know by now that i don't lose when it comes to you, darling."

and when he pulled you in for another kiss, it was anything but unhurried.

♡ gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (jjk), caleb, rafayel, sylus, zayne (lads), wriothesley, ayato, neuvillette, alhaitham (genshin), jiyan, brant, xiangli yao (wuwa), kyoraku shunsui, ukitake jushiro, ishida uryuu, hisagi shuhei (bleach), rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen (kny), your favorite.

[raredust]

Now you may be seeing something right? FGT Ichigo looks kinda a lot like Yhwach.

Now we know Ichigo is a Quincy and all Quincy have Yhwach's blood running in their veins but only Ichigo looks like him to this extent when in his Final Getsuga Tensho.

Both have long dark hair.

Red crimson eyes.

And a handsome fac-

Ahem, I mean this leads me to believe that Ichigo may have been using his Quincy powers while in that state. Hey look, this is just a theory and Kubo may have just thought it's a cool design choice before the Yhwach twist and all but just let me have fun with this one okay!

Now what is Final Getsuga Tensho specifically? Some believe it's Ichigo absorbing all of Zangetsu's powers but I disagree. I think FGT is more of a fusion between them. Getsuga Tensho is a technique using Zangetsu's powers and only Ichigo can call upon the technique, it cannot be used by Zangetsu without its wielder or Ichigo without his weapon. And my proof is this line by Ichigo:

He is fighting with Zangetsu, not using him.

And there's also the fact that Zangetsu was literally fused to his hand.

Now then that we established that, let's get to this point.

Final Getsuga Tensho is not just a final technique. It's also a combination of all of Ichigo's powers. Both Shinigami, Hollow and Quincy. And why is that?

When Ichigo was fighting Zangetsu he was fighting both his Quincy (in Young lad Zangetsu) Hollow/Shinigami (In white Ichigo) in a fused state. And achieving FGT is him basically accepting both powers, and making himself a weapon for a short time, becoming Getsuga itself.

Heck we talked about his design resembling Yhwach why not talk about how his design resembles a Hollow in how the mask wraps around half of his face with little teeth and how the black spirit energy is like his Tensa Zangetsu's Getsuga Tensho (shinigami power) only strengthening my thought about it not just being a final technique/attack but a fusion of all of his powers, both mastered and latent (which is why Ishinn had Ichigo do it, not him. His wouldn't probably match Aizen)

And the nail in the coffin is what Aizen says here.

Aizen here is beyond Quincy, Shinigamis, Hollows and humans, no one can stand up to him. He's on a higher plane than all beings except Ichigo. Who overpowered him with ease, who's on a higher plane than he is.

There's only one being that can be on a higher plane than the Quincy,Hollows,Shinigami:

Yhwach, the Quincy King, the Almighty. He's the only one who could over power aizen that much and without even trying.

Now I am not saying that Ichigo is somehow using the Almighty powers, that's stupid. I am saying that he was using his Quincy powers which are from Yhwach himself. Fusing it with his other abilities to make Aizen look like a joke.

And even then, FGT is probably just an imperfect version of Ichigo's final form he used against Yhwach. Because FGT is used when Ichigo didn't fully realize and unlock his Quincy powers/Blood. And that it's a one shot weapon where he can use it only once and lose all his powers after whereas his final form where he realizes and mastered all of his powers he uses to its fullest potential and doesn't just disappear.

And that it looked like how Zangetsu looks like when he was fighting him for the Final Getsuga Tensho.

And all of this leads me to believe that Ichigo was using his Quincy powers there and that's how he overpowered Aizen that easily, especially in base.

TL;DR FGT is just an imperfect Final form that Ichigo uses against Yhwach in chapter 676.

Good night or Good morning 👍.

NaruHina 4ever

Petition to call Tensa Zangetsu YoungMan Zangetsu.

But remember. That's just a theory, a game theory. Thanks for watching.