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my-my-my · 2 months ago

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KINKTOBER DAY 5 - Ritual: Jushiro Ukitake x Female Reader

Requested by @destery.

Summary: You're officially a home owner! Maybe the home isn't in your ideal place, and maybe it required more fixing up than you wanted, but it's yours! But... why do random medicinal items appear whenever you touch yourself?

TW: MDNI! Use of sex toys, alcohol consumption mention, sexual frustration, spiritual voyeurism.

Word count: 2468

Read on AO3 here.

You let out a sigh of relief after the final coat of paint was left to dry on your newly redesigned living room. You had saved every bit of your money into buying a home for yourself, and sadly, with the economy in shambles, you found yourself looking at abandoned homes that required more elbow grease than anything.

But you were proud of yourself, this was your home! A home you could see yourself living in forever. You had redone some of the sliding paper doors, the light fixtures, cabinets and so forth. This was now the home of your dreams.

Yet, a small part of you doubted you were completely alone.

Your real estate agent disclosed that the home wasn’t occupied in over a hundred years, hence the sad state it was left in, but you were determined to transform it into something worth living in.

And now you got to enjoy the fruits of your labour! After all the sweat, tears (and fistfuls of cash), you deserved to treat yourself to a wonderful bath, in your newly renovated bathroom. You had a new tub and shower fixtures in place and were going to make full use of them.

You closed your eyes, humming to the song playing in the distance as your warm bath soothed your aching body. You treated yourself to some relaxing candles and aromatherapy to ease your joints. You could now enjoy your bath in peace, no roommates banging on your door, no family to scold you over your hot water use.

This was perfect.

You took your time relaxing, enjoying every moment of it. You bit your lip and gently squeezed your breasts, rubbing your thighs under the water. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid you thought. Your fingers were close to your pussy, until you heard a loud “thud” nearby.

You jolted out of the tub and pushed the shower curtain away but saw nothing unusual on the ground. Your shower mat was where it should be, your towel was hanging off the rack, your countertop was clean, save for the bottle of cough syrup.

Wait, what? You got out of the tub, staring at the bottle of cough syrup.

What in the world? Where did this come from? You stared at the bottle; it was completely new. The safety seal was still intact.

You immediately dried yourself and put on your robe. The doors were locked, your items were where they should be, nothing else was out of place. There was absolutely no evidence of anyone entering your home. You even realized that you didn’t see anything, or anyone, in the bathroom.

You checked your phone’s ring camera and saw the same. No one at the door, nothing. But the bottle got there somehow. A chill ran down your spine. You decided to watch one of your favourite comedy movies to put your mind at ease, putting the cough syrup in your medicine cabinet.

Months had passed since the incident with the bottle of cough syrup. You didn’t see or hear any other unusual things in your home. You even were surprised, since a few days after finding the bottle, you developed an itch in your throat. The cough syrup cleared it up.

Now, the weather was getting colder, shorts and flowing summer dresses were packed away, and out came your jackets and wool sweaters. Today was a particularly chilly day, so you opted for a thicker wool knit sweater and pants as you got ready for work. You were almost out the door when you decided to double check your work bag.

You had your work badge, essentials, a few receipts and an unopened pack of honey lemon lozenges.

“What?” You said out loud, pulling out the lozenges. You didn’t buy this. You didn’t recall buying this.

You stared at it, checking it to see if it was tampered, but nothing. It was completely new. You rummaged through your bag to see if anything else was out of the ordinary, but no. Your wallet was intact, toiletries had everything untouched, nothing was out of place.

You were dumbfounded, did a friend give you lozenges recently?

But you had no time to ponder, you were going to be late for work!

“It’s the strangest thing, Ran-chan!” You exclaimed to your friend and co-worker, Rangiku Matsumoto. “First the cough syrup, now the lozenges. I don’t remember buying them at all.”

Rangiku sipped her tea as she listened to you freak out over the mysterious appearances of these items, nodding along to what you were saying.

“Do you think it might be a prank?” She asked, pulling out her phone and typing something.

“I checked my ring camera, and there was no one at my door. Nothing.” You sighed.

“Maybe you’re being haunted.” She said, giving you a gleeful smile.

“Don’t be ridiculous. This will not get me to watch that weird show you keep talking about.”

Rangiku pouted, “you’re no fun sometimes,” she whined. “But you’re still getting drinks with me tonight, right?”

“Yes, yes, that hasn’t change.” You agreed, begrudgingly. While it was fun to drink with Rangiku, the weird occurrences in your home left you a bit unsettled.

“Aw, why the frown?” Rangiku teased, “have a drink to take your mind off your haunted house. Maybe you can find a guy for later.” She snickered, giving you a wink.

“Hm, that’s not such a bad idea.” You said, thinking more about it. You’ve been sexually frustrated as of late, and maybe a drink and a decent lay would take the edge off the home.

Rangiku smiled, but then put her hands on your shoulder, “but if you’re seriously that worried someone’s in your home, we can do a sleepover.” She gave you a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you. It means a lot. But we can stick with our plan today.” You smiled, already counting down the hours to end of the day.

You slammed the door of your house in anger and huffed your way to your bedroom. The drinks with Rangiku were fun, but the decent lay was anything but enjoyable! You thought the man hitting on you was cute, but you felt like you wasted your time. The man was too preoccupied getting himself off, trying to shove his dick in your mouth, rather than making the entire experience pleasurable for the both of you.

You fished for your good and reliable vibrator. If one thing was for certain, you were sure to end the night with an orgasm (or two).

You stripped down and began to touch yourself, circling the vibrator around your clit. You moaned loudly, enjoying the pleasure running through your body. You were so close to your orgasm.

Until a loud thud was heard close to the side of your bed.

You jolted up and looked around, but saw nothing, except a glass of water and a bottle of Advil?

“Who’s there?” You yelled, now your own house wasn’t going to let you orgasm? You were frustrated beyond belief.

“Show yourself right now!” You screamed. You started counting out loud, when someone, started to appear in front of you.

The scream you let out made your own ears ring, and the person in front of you covered their own ears but gave you a sheepish smile. He was a tall man, with sharp features, black eyebrows, but long white hair. You hated to admit it, but he was handsome.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Said the man, his tone apologetic.

“Who are you?” You shrieked, “and what are you doing in my house?!” I must have drank too much tonight. This can’t be real you thought to yourself.

“Let me explain, but could you put on some clothes?” The man asked, a blush forming across his cheeks as he tried to avoid looking at you directly.

You huffed indignantly and grabbed an oversized hoodie. You crossed your arms as you sat on your bed, a displeased frown crossing your face, “ok, let me hear it.”

“I’m Jushiro Ukitake. I lived in this house over a hundred years ago. I was a merchant for my family.” He smiled at you, to which you noticed he had beautiful green eyes.

“Ukitake-san –“

“Call me Jushiro.” He interrupted.

“Ok, Jushiro-san, how did you die?” You bluntly asked, wondering if his death was tied to the house in some way.

“I died of pneumonia. It was rampant in the region.” His eyes fell downcast, “I was the last of my family to go.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. And you haven’t been able to pass on from the house?” You asked, still trying to understand how he appeared in the first place.

“Frankly, I’m not sure of it myself.” He laughed. “I realized I was in the home when you were taking a bath one night. I sensed something and felt an illness spirit nearby.” Jushiro explained.

“That explains the cough syrup…” You murmured, “but what about the lozenges?”

“I felt another illness spirit in your vicinity, so I put that in your bag. I didn’t want to worry you by leaving it around the house, but I think it had the opposite effect.” He laughed again, bowing his head in apology.

“And just now?” You huffed, still a bit angry that your intimate moment was ruined.

“I sensed alcohol around you and didn’t want you to wake up with a headache in the morning.”

“But I was clearly busy!” You cried in frustration.

Jushiro sighed, “I know, I’m sorry. And there’s another reason for that.”

You gave him a glare and a pout. Your sexual frustration didn’t dissipate, and the handsome man was making things worse.

“I think your sexual energy is affecting my spirit. I couldn’t bring or touch things in the house before until you moved in.” He admitted, giving you a serious look.

You burst out into laughter, “you can’t be serious?”

But Jushiro’s face was anything but serious. He gave you a stern look. “I want you to look at me and keep pleasuring yourself. You’ll see.”

Oh I must be completely wasted to think of something like this. You thought, but if this was a dream, you might as well enjoy it with the hot man your brain conjured up.

“Well fine then, but you can only look! No touching.” You remarked, as you took off your hoodie. You pinched your nipples, earning a sigh from you, then rubbed your clit. You leaned into your bed as you turned on your vibrator, pressing it to your clit again.

“Look.” Jushiro said, as you stared with him through half-hooded eyes. He seemed more “visible” to you, more real.

“If you’re so ‘real’” you moaned out, staring at him while pumping the vibrator outside of your dripping hole, “then touch me.”

Jushiro blushed, but didn’t look away, “if that’s what the lady of the house requests, then I must oblige.” He joked.

You spread your legs open and noticed the bed sank as he climbed between you. Jushiro placed his hands on top of your thighs, parting them further. “Is this real enough for you?” He asked, his tone unwavering.

“No,” you smiled, biting your lip.

Jushiro’s hands crept up your body. They were strong and firm, squeezing different parts of you until he reached your breasts. He pinched your nipples then rolled them between his fingers, then without warning, sucked on one, then the other.

Oh this definitely feels real. Your realized, but you were too caught up in the sensations to even care anymore. You gently pulled Jushiro’s head away from your breasts and kissed him deeply. He returned your kiss and pushed you back into the bed.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Jushiro-san.” You whined.

Jushiro gave you another smile and chuckled, undoing his robes. You placed your hand over his firm chest, ran your fingers along it. You cupped his growing erection and gave him a squeeze, earning a moan from him. His presence felt more solid with every kiss, nip and touch you two gave each other.

“This device is amazing.” Jushiro said, as he reached out to your vibrator.

“It is! But sometimes you just want the ‘real’ thing, you know?” You teased, pumping his cock. His cock was heavy in your hands, as you felt ever vein and ridge, to the tip of his cock.

“I can’t say no to the beautiful lady of the house, can I?” He murmured, preparing to enter you. He slightly tapped his cock against your clit, earning a moan from you. He groaned as he entered you slowly, filling you up. You mewled at the stretch, eyes rolling at the sensation. Then you heard the whirl of your vibrator, and looked down, to see Jushiro placing it on your clit. You let out a wanton moan, throwing your head back as he began to thrust inside you.

Jushiro didn’t know how to work your vibrator like you did and set it to a level where there was barely any vibration, not that you minded, his cock felt amazing inside you. Your legs were wrapped around his hips, his thrusts a bit too slow for your liking.

“Faster, Jushiro, please.” You whined, arching your back to feel him deeper inside you. Jushiro grabbed your hips and slammed himself inside you, as the two of you moaned from the sensation. His pace quickened, earning praises and moans from you. “You feel so good, Jushiro. Your cock is so big inside me.” You moaned, rocking your hips to his pace.

Jushiro let one hand go off your hip to grab your vibrator again, this time, to a much higher setting then before, placing it firmly on your clit. You screamed at the sensation, seeing stars as Jushiro’s thrusts didn’t waver, your juices covering his cock. His groaning grew in intensity, before he pulled out and came over your wet pussy. He rolled off you, catching his breath. You panted next to him, taking in what just happened, but exhaustion hit you faster. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep next to him.

Your head was slightly pounding, and you felt the light film of the drinks you had, covering your tongue. Your lower body was sore, as you remembered what had happened last. You found your vibrator on the ground, and your pussy still wet from last night.

“That was such an intense dream.” You said aloud, as you inspected how wet you were.

“You’re awake!” Jushiro entered your room, a beaming smile on his face. “I made you breakfast.”

You stared at him dumbfounded, “you’re real?”

“Well last night certainly was very real.” He chuckled. You saw the worried look in his face as you fainted from shock.

This was fun to write (albeit maybe not quite ritualistic). I wanted to write something with a horror vibe, but this was too fun to write! I hope you guys had a good chuckle and thanks for reading! :)

The inspo for this song (and title on AO3) is from Andre VII's song "Pseudoesotérico" feat. Andres Caballero.