#Ishida Ryuken

[my-my-my]

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

Requested by Anonymous

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

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

Word count: 1849

Read on AO3 here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I cancelled it.” Ryuken calmly explained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was going to be a long night indeed.

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

[incorrctbleach]

Ryuken: Boy! Don't make me come down there and be a parent! Uryu: First time for everything!

[sashi-ya]

Actually, I might need to visit the doctor's office very soon... So many good ideas! so many spicy fics are coming to my mind rn.

[satsugacafe]

꒦꒷꒷꒦ 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ꒦꒷꒷꒦

₊˚.🜸𓂃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𖦹 How Fun Can It Be (Teasing Them) | nsfw

𖦹 Types of Simps

𖦹 Their Favourite Place To Kiss

𖦹 When You Cockwarm Them

𖦹 When They Date Someone Younger

𖦹 When They Consumed Aphrodisiacs | nsfw

𖦹 Reuniting With You After Being Apart | nsfw

𖦹 Things You Do That Turns Them On

𖦹 DILF Ryuken SFW and NSFW Headcanons

₊˚. 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒, 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒

𖦹 [Title] – [Link] ↳ ✧ WC ✧ Themes ✧ Context.

[bluemglory]

Ryuken: I'll take you home.

Orihime: Uhm you don't really have to, I am not a child.

Ryuken: You are all like children to me.

Orihime: *innocently* Are you two hundred years old too?

Ryuken: ...no, I was born with grey hair.

[broodingheroine]

trying to actually finish bleach so I can watch 1000 year war and oh my god ishidas dad SUCKS

[andy-kuramy]

Ok, small actualization with the "hand" situation.

I have been taking pain killers and getting some shots of steroids to help with the pain (recommendation from the doctor) and I had to quit playing volleyball for a while since it was only worsening my case with every session I played, so it might sound slightly stupid with how dramatic I described everything, but man now I'm getting BORED.

Doing the exercises for my hands, drawing/writing with a better posture and the shots, is making me miss how bad I used to get while drawing, I WAS AN ARTIST SHRIMP!! but now I only look like a fancy boy who never does something wrong when doing all of those things ( I look ridiculous 😭).

Leaving all of those things aside, the pain is fading now, and stopping the volleyball while recovering is actually making a great difference on my progress, so I might be able to get back onto everything like this never happened in a few weeks (around carnival/Easter week).

(For now, I leave you with this because OcxCanon is my life and I had to make a gift for my friend )

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 2 Sweat  

A little late for day 2 whumpril and we're back to my Bleach AU-Shared custody.

AU summary- Uryuu was taken by squad 12 members alongside Souken's soul on the day he was attacked.

Uryuu does something reckless, knowing he'd lose, someone catches him.

----

He knew he wasn’t going to win, no matter how dangerous Soul society saw him as it was against three captains but he hoped he could have given Tatsuki some time to flee with Rukia, since she was the one this whole plan was set for.

Instead the moment he had started released his Shikai everything had gone black when Cap- Tosen appeared behind him unsealing his sword. If Tosen thought the pain from the cuts he inflicted was enough to stop him he really hadn’t bothered to read the file the monster was quite fond of rereading to Uryuu as if he could forget the months of experiments before Yachiru freed him.

So Uryuu skipped Shikai and broke his own rules, releasing Yudokuna fully, even if he couldn’t hear his own words, they did.

“Bankai. Spawn and consume all, Yūdokuna.”

Yudokuna let out a gleeful laugh before it scattered into numerous smaller ones.

Later he’ll thank the black nothing of Tosen’s dome that allowed him to adjust as his awareness was split into fragments instead of losing control of himself like he had the first time.

‘Feast, feast, feast’ their voices echoed through his mind as they started to spread from him and eat at the traitor Captain’s Bankai growing in size as they did.

“What the-?” the captain’s shocked words reached him moments before the black vanished.

For a moment he was frozen as he was hit by the sudden light and the many points of view from his fragments, Tatsuki was on the floor alongside Renji and the one he would guess was Ichigo making him wonder if he had been trapped there longer than he had thought.

He throws himself out the way as his views from the fragments warned him of Tosen’s attack.

“Interesting.” Azien smiled at him, Uryuu bit back the urge to hiss as Yudokuna’s fragments trembled, something was wrong, they had never felt at ease around the bespectacled captain but he had thought that was just because sometimes the man looked at him the same way the monster did, like he wanted to dissect him.

This was different, this was more that discomfort, this was fear and he had never felt fear from his other half before.

Before he could do anything, even summon his bow, a flash of light aimed for his face and blood and black returned to consume his vision, this time with burning pain.

He choked on a scream, tasting copper as he reached with his hands to cover his face.

Warm blood covered his hand, Ichimaru had blinded him with a single cut from across the ground, he realised what had happened even without seeing from the fragments point of view.  

“Gin.” Azien scolded, as Uryuu swayed, he hurt he had never lost his sight in the lab, he swallowed back terror as he found himself returning to that helplessness.

“Sorry.” the other chimed, not sorry in the least, Uryuu could hear the grin in his voice.

Uryuu stumbled, from the pain, terror, bloodloss and a wave of sickness, he swallowed back as he recognised the feeling of poison and Yudokuna increased her own potency to overwhelm Ichimaru’s.

Another slash from behind, warned as he was by his fragments but unable to move, sent him to the ground, he felt the fragments attempted to retreat to him but they wouldn’t make it before Tosen finished him off, it was a shame he thought, he was so close to see father again.

The blade was stopped and for the first time Uryuu was glad at the sudden appearance of the stealth force.

 —-

Uryuu’s tightened his grip of his blade as the three traitors vanished into the sky, it was only Yudokuna’s fragments that meant he could still see what was going on so he fought to keep himself awake and his Bankai released.

Even if their vision was only in blue and purple.

Blind from Gin’s slash, his own poisoned reishi consuming the captain’s and deeply aware of the sweat coating his body, Uryuu found himself longing for Isane’s cooling touch or Yumichika spare cloth to wipe some of the grime away.

Still it was easy to lose track of time as he used the fragments to heal the more minor damages to his body, the cuts from Tosen mostly. He wasn’t going to make an attempt on his eyes, the last thing he wanted was to make his eyesight worse while attempting to reverse his new blindness.

Two of the fragments were attempting to reshape the Reishi from the ground to repair his glasses.

“Uryuu.” the low voice called him from his brief daze that he flinched as he realised who was suddenly within hands reach.

Father the word doesn’t leave his month even as it fills his mind, it had been years and he had fear, hated father when he was taken but-

He slumped sideways into father’s arms, even as part of him screamed not to let down his guard, father was in danger, he hadn’t be in the lab he could still be saved.

The broken look in father’s eyes when Uryuu had found him standing over mother, had haunted him, he had left him alone. 

“I’m sorry.” he sighed as the hand not holding his blade, scrambled to grab at father’s clothes unthinking of the dirt he would be staining the no doubt white fabric, even now with his father under his hand he wanted to see him with his own eyes to check he was real.

Year apart and he suddenly wanted to be that child agains before mother’s death made father cold, and the lab broke and remade Uryuu.

His last feeling before he lost his fight to stay awake was father wiping soft fabric across his face cleaning blood and sweat away.

—-

“Foolish child," Ryuuken breathed into his son’s hair, longer than he had ever let it grow, but it was still Uryuu, his son was in his arms, nothing was going to get him to let him go again. "You have nothing to apologise for.”

[kazashiniwielder]

[inmensapotentia]

Permanent Starter Call for Ishida Ryuuken

Hit the heart and I’ll know I can drop random starters or memes for you from Ryuuken whenever I have muse for it.

[tuliharja]

BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War - The Separation episode 2 review

That beginning meeting among Sternritters gave me major flashbacks of Aizen and his meeting with his Espada. Was that intentional? More than likely yes, because of nostalgia reasons and for us to see nothing has really changed; "villains" still making plans how to defeat "heroes". Though, there was one tiny difference and that was the lack of tea. Oh yeah. Something about villains sipping tea when having their villain meeting gives such a sophisticated feeling, (even if they all wouldn't be that sophisticated) yet now...it's all business. After all, the Quincies are here to bring "peace"! I really liked how they made the camera angle move when they showed the meeting among all Sternritters and the top of the table surface was this episode's name. It felt very smooth and seriously gave that villainous meeting vibe.

This episode made me think something, and I'm not sure if it was really ever addressed in the manga, but how long does Quincies live? I know Yhwach is like a special case, but the way Askin talked and all the other implications before that...make it sound like Quincies too can live 100-plus years and still remain in their youthful appearances. Does this mean if they live in the World of the Living, only then they'll age normally like humans do? But as long as they're at Soul Society where is Reishi, it's a different story? Because if we think about the last cour, at least to me it seemed like Ryuuken aged normally. So did Masaki and because they were considered 'elite' Quincies, we can assume they weren't run-out-of-mill ones...so, does the location matter when comes to aging? Or, the fact if Quincies are Sternritters or not? Because we've only seen so far mostly Sternritters' POV of things, it could be they're a special case, but even so...I couldn't help but think that especially when they talked about Quincy King's rising and the time it would take.

And sunflower Mayuri makes an appearance! He really looked ridiculous, but still very loyal to his style: ridiculous but in such a way it was also a smart move. I'm not sure what kind of texture or animation technique the staff used, but the fact Mayuri's (and Nemu's) outfit seemed to be 'alive' was a very neat trick. They could have just gone with yellow and white colors that glow a little bit, but nope! They went over that little extra mile to give Mayuri's and Nemu's outfits that specialty that one would expect and wait for from Mayuri.

But man...working in a place like his lab at the moment, would be one form of torture as it seemed just so...bright. Must be nice, when one doesn't have migraine issues, eh?

Heh, Askin being all '-ck this sh*t, I'm out' toward Mayuri, when he at first measured how much effort it would take to take down Mayuri. xD And then Mayuri slaying back. Talk about two smart people going all 'too much effort' versus 'needs more time to craft such a plan I can crush you fully'. Though, that last look Mayuri gave to Askin...oh boy. He seriously wanted to crush Askin, like the lil' bug he was in his eyes.

Never understood why Toshiro had that cloth wrapped around his head, because earlier he didn't have. It just...ditto. Made me think of Rambo or some sort of other action movie where the "hero" has a bandana around their head...but Toshiro is supposed to be that cool guy, so heat shouldn't be a problem with him, so why? Though considering his opponent is Bazz-B, heat will be soon a problem for him...and yes, I can see the irony, that was before the heat problem, lol.

I must say, I really liked how Rangiku and Toshiro worked together against Bazz-B! I had missed such synergy, and especially Rangiku teasing Toshiro! Rangiku's explanation was a bit over the top, but it was still super cute! Especially when Toshiro clearly resisted his urge to roll his eyes while Bazz-B was just staring in there, probably thinking 'lots of words, I don't get anything!' Lol. But yeah. That was a super cute moment between Toshiro and Rangiku and reminded just how good a captain and lieutenant combo they make~. Unfortunately...it just wasn't enough this time around, despite their brave attempt to go against Bazz-B.

As a side note, I must admit I still find it pretty ridiculous how people explain in the battle against their opponent the 'trick' they're using...that's just begging trouble against them.

That moment with Omaeda and his sister was very touching. Despite the fact, Omaeda has been...well, not my favorite character (and probably either not many other people's), that moment was still touching. A bit of cliché hero talk, but at times those are needed, eh? Especially if a little girl is scared and crying.

Luckily Soi Fon came to the rescue, because while Omaeda's attempt was...well, okay, it wasn't enough. Not to mention, I just loved how Soi Fon acted all badass when she showcased her shunko! And yes, while that wasn't (at least yet) enough, I still liked how Soi Fon ride on her thrill over the fact she had managed to master her own shunko.

What caught my attention was how Soi Fon called BG9 in the subtitles 'freak', while in actuality she called him 'bakemono'. It was a small thing, but because of that, the meaning got a bit changed. While "freak" would have suited BG9, because of what he did earlier to Soi Fon in cour 1, I think 'bakemono' was a bit more suited as it can be translated as a monster, and in a sense, BG9 is exactly that. (Because he is basically a walking weapon, a robot, an entity that shinigami probably hasn't seen ever before.) Even so, despite the light tone difference, both are okay when thinking about the context. But even so...with my limited Japanese knowledge, it just caught my attention. ^^'

And once again, Urahara to rescue! Good thing Mayuri didn't cut him off right away when he heard his voice, since Gotei 13 is in a dire situation and will need all the help they can get.

Hmm, that ending with Ichigo walking toward the torii gate was interesting. I had to google a bit to find out what "irazusando" at the end meant, but I wasn't disappointed when I did!

I found a person on Reddit explaining it like this:

"It means "no entry Sandō".

A Sandō is a path/road leading to the entrance of a Shinto shrine, with a torii (the wooden gate Ichigo is walking towards) marking the origin of the path."

Very interesting. I can't wait to see how Ichigo will make his way to the torii or if will he meet more struggles when going toward it, as why else he would have that wooden sword with him? (I'm just waiting for a jumpscare in here...)

[incorrctbleach]

Uryu: Look, I wanna talk to you about something that happened when I was a kid. Ryuken, sarcastically: Oh, great. Ryuken: You know what, let me just save you the trouble, okay? I didn't hug you enough, I didn't say I'm proud of you, and I can't say I love you without sounding sarcastic. Are we done?

[sashi-ya]

for the next fic: ishida ryuken? 🍃

[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), hyuga neji, uchiha itachi, hatake kakashi (naruto), anyone else you'd like.

[kenpachissluut]

Bleach Men when they make your shy self squirt ༯

this was an request, so here ya go hope you'll enjoy ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

warnings: smut content - rough sex, slight humiliation, fingering, spit, explicit content & language, 18+mdni

Kenpachi, Aizen, Grimmjow, Ichigo ༯

They made you squirt while mercilessly & roughly pounding your poor cunt in a mean matting press, almost on the verge on passing out. Hitting your most sensitive spot, until out of sudden your juices gushed all over their big cock. Seeing your shy flustered state, hiding yourself under the pillow spurs them on even more. Letting out an low rough turned on growl, eyes darkening as they fuck you even harder & deeper while gripping your chin forcing to look at them.

„Come on Baby, don’t be ashamed. Show me how good my cock makes your pussy feel and squirt on me again.“

Urahara, Shinji, Shunsui, Ukitake ༯

Making you bounce up and down on their hard slick length while they guide your movements, rocking your hips back and forth on them. Suddenly thrusting their cock deep up into your pussy while circling your clit, your release spraying all over their abdomen and dick. A smug grin plastered on their panting face as they lick their fingers clean. You hide your face in embarrassment in your hands whining, while they gently stroke your thighs in a comforting manner.

„Now that was amazing princess. How about you ride my face now to let me get a taste, will ya?“

Byakuya, Ryuken, Jugram, Coyote ༯

Thrusting slow but sensually deep into your cunt in the missionary position while holding intense eye contact with you. Feeling your pussy clenching around them, signaling that you are about to cum. They didn’t expected your orgasm to be so intense, that your release even hit their thighs and coated their cock in your slick juices. Quick raise of an eyebrow and a cocky smile flashing their face, looking down at your reddened cheeks.

„Who knew that my pretty girl could do that? But not gonna lie, why won’t you do it again?“

Mayuri, Nnoitra, Szayel ༯

Fingering your wet aching pussy with their slender fingers, tongue teasing your sensitive clit. A sudden wave of ecstasy hits you as they curled their digits inside of you and spat onto your pussy. Just to make you shoot your release all over their face, coating them with your sticky cum. Bashfully looking up at your embarrassed excused face and letting out a low chuckle, while patting your puffy cunt in a mocking way.

„My my… did my fingers make you feel this good doll? Why don’t we try if you could do this again while i fuck you?“

Kenpachissluut writes ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[cho-aaacho]

Guys, hear me out...

It's so funny because I always end up liking the same person. Even my friend pointed out my taste... 🤣