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.
✨Summary: You visit Uryu to wish him a happy New Year's Eve
💙As usual, I like to have a non-smut piece; this one is also a happy one-shot. I remember writing so much angst for this blog and then being like I will write more happy Uryu fanfics & then dipping. Anyway, ennnjoy.
❌No warnings❌
💕SFW
📃Wordcount: 1K
Thirty minutes till New Year’s.
Uryu sat on the bench, cigarette resting between his lips, the cold nipping at his nose.
He took the lighter from his pocket, lighting the cigarette as he saw her in the distance, taking a drag once she stopped at his feet. "You're not going to Kurosaki's place?" He asked. "Just came from there," She looked down as he raised an eyebrow. "You didn't stay?"
"Everyone misses you."
Uryu took another drag, his free arm hanging off the armrest. "I know." She sat down next to him. "Your dad runs the hospital. Are you sure he couldn't have given you some leeway and given you the night off?" She kicked some snow with her foot.
"Giving your son holidays off while everyone works isn't a good look," He flicked the cigarette a bud falling to the ground. "Besides,” He continued. “The kids would be sad if they didn't see me on holidays," A smile appeared on Uryu’s face. "I can’t argue with that, but you can still come to a party every once in a while. I had to stop Chad, Orihime, and Ichigo from coming over here." Uryu turned to her, shocked. "Wait? Were they going to leave Kazui home alone? To see me? " She rolled her eyes before leaning on her fist. "How are you so smart yet so dense?"
“Well, you didn’t fully explain the situation, so I naturally jumped to a conclusion, especially since it involved Kurosaki. You know how he is.“ Uryu threw his cigarette. "Is it safe to assume that he sent you here again?"
She leaned back against the bench. "Nope, I came of my own volition. I would call, but I know the chances of you answering are slim.” Uryu turned to look at her. She was smiling, but her eyes looked sad; he hated that look. His eyes darted around, searching his mind for something to say as he was feeling guilty. Cause he knows he was the cause of it.
“What’s your favorite song?’ He suddenly blurted out. She looked at him, confused. “What?”
“Favorite song. It could be your favorite song ever, or now doesn’t matter.” Uryu played with his hands in his lap as she looked into the distance, wondering. She grabbed his arm. “Don’t laugh.” He smiled at her. “Arashi’s Love So Sweet,” Uryu's smile turned into a smirk. “Aren’t you a little too old to be listening to a boy band?” She hit Uryu lightly. “You said you wouldn’t laugh.”
“I didn’t! I- Anyways," He cleared his throat. "That’s your ringtone now.” She looked at Uryu, still not following. “Whenever you call or text, it will play that song, I’ll answer it right away, promise.” She grinned. “You're playing with fire cause if you don't answer, I’m coming down here to see why.”
Uryu pushed up his glasses. "Please don’t.” She chuckled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m joking, mostly.” She kept her head on his shoulder. Uryu felt his body heat up despite being out in the cold.
"By any chance, do you wanna go up?" He asked, she raised her head and looked at him. He was full of surprises tonight.
Uryu leaned back against his desk, watching her as she took off her coat, his hands gripping the desk as he bit his lip. He looked away; he didn't want those thoughts running through his head right now. Once finished, he looked back at her, "Do you want coffee?" He asked. "That would be great, actually." She answered, putting her hat on the coat rack.
He arrived with two hot cups, handing one off to her. She leaned against the desk, blowing on her cup. "Do you think we can see the fireworks from here?" She gestured to the windows with a cup in hand. Uryu walked to the blinds, opening them. Kurkakura town was still lit up as most people were awake for the new year. "Possibly." She walked up beside him, cup in hand. “It's so pretty from here." She took a sip from her cup as Uryu looked at her, a smile appearing on his face. “Yah, it is.”
She found herself on his office couch putting her finished coffee down. “Ah, so this is where you live?” She leaned back.
Uryu side-eyed her. "I do not live here. You guys always talk like I don’t have a life."
"I mean, going to your house to sleep and shower isn’t really having a life."
“Haven’t you reprimanded me enough?" He said deadpan, drinking the last of his coffee. "No,” She got up from the couch, walking towards him. “I think you should get one hundred lashes for icing me out.”
“I, I mean, I didn't do it on purpose, I, time just slipped away from me.” She got up from the couch as he continued to stutter, how cute. "Well, I still think you should get some type of punishment even if you didn't mean it." Uryu put his cup down, leaning against the table, trying not to break his cool despite his pink-tinted cheeks.
"Well...What type of punishment...do you think I should get?" She walked closer to him.
"Kiss Me."
5 Minutes to midnight.
Uryu’s eyes went wide. She was joking, right? There was no way his friend just asked him to kiss her.
She smiled to herself. Uryu's mouth was agape, his brows were knitted as if in serious thought. She had broken him, and it was too cute. He looked back at her. "You're...serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" She shrugged. Uryu looked around. He never thought that she could have feelings for him. He always thought that it was one-sided.
She got closer, her feet in front of his. "So," She looked at him, head tilted. He closed his eyes, sighing. Uryu's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Her hand went to his chest to steady herself. They looked at each other as if asking for permission before leaning into each other, their lips touching softly as the fireworks went off.
Uryu pulled away, but she pulled him back into a hungrier kiss, pushing him into his desk by mistake. He broke the kiss, breathing hard. "I think that's enough for tonight." She pouted. "Your no fun."
"I think you forgot that we are in my office, my office that is located at my job."
"Still you don't wanna-"
"No."
"But-"
"No," Uryu said sternly as she looked at him with sad eyes. He pushed up his glasses. "If I'm going to do that, I would like to do it properly and maybe take you out first."
Could I request Grimmjow, Yasutora, Ichigo, and Uryuu with a fashion designer reader who loves making clothes for them?
Fashion, as a general concept, is lost on him. If he could Grimmjow would go around naked as he thinks clothes are unnecessary. They get in the way when you’re fighting, have to be washed, it’s all such a hassle. The ‘effort’ he guesses is appreciated, but he still rips and tears their outfits constantly as human fabrics just aren’t built to stand up to him.
Yasutora really appreciates it. Given his build and how tall he is, Chad can’t find clothes very easily in Japan. He has to order a lot of his clothes online from abroad, and that can turn into a whole new set of problems where the online description and what you get don’t match up. Of course, he would never ask them to do more work than they need to, but he cherishes every piece they make him and takes very good care of it.
Fashion is also lost on him, but Ichigo does appreciate the benefits of looking good & being well groomed. Even if he doesn’t get it, he is still very proud to wear anything they make for him and hypes them up considerably. He tells all his friends that his s/o made the outfit, shares their Instagram stories (as long as he doesn’t have to be in them), and helps carry all those heavy bolts of fabric for them.
Oh my goodness! What a dynamic duo!! Given Uryuu’s own sewing skills, they likely met in the same (literal) sewing circles in college. But where Uryuu broke off to be a doctor, the pursued fashion. Knowing exactly how much work goes into their designs, he takes only the very best care of the creations they make for him and wears every garment with pride. During very tight deadlines he’s been known to pick up a needle & thread to help out at their showroom. He also attends every fashion show they are in.
Tags/Warnings: @toofilthy Arranged Marriage AU, Childhood Friends, Quincy!Reader, Timeline Who?, Canon Divergence for the sake of DRAMA
Notes:
The members of your family have entered forced arranged marriages for as long as you could remember. The few aunties, uncles, and cousins you had had their spouses selected seemingly at random. The unions as partnerships for something greater than yourselves, all of it in the name of survival for the minuscule Quincy population. Or so you were told.
You and Uryū were lucky.
Out of all the men you could have been betrothed to, you were lucky that it was to your best friend. Although, it was a natural choice, one that you were never worried about. The choice had been, in fact, through the process of elimination as you were the only Quincies that were eligible (save for the older Ryūken and a first cousin that was far too young for Uryū).
It could have been worse. Uryū had plenty of positive qualities if not characteristics that could only be described as safe and boring. Clean. Smart. Noble. It could have been worse.
Safe and boring was just fine when it was just the two of you. Left out of the loop together and told nothing of the vague agenda that was whispered about quietly behind closed doors.
You studied his smooth, angular face as you sat on the carpet in Ryūken’s study. You recalled the familiar door to the office many times, never daring to enter despite the many years you made yourself at home in the Ishida household. It was off-limits to you as a child. Even in your adulthood, as you were forced into a caretaker role through cultural pressure, the closest you came to the office was a quick knock to notify Ryūken of dinner. And now, you and Uryū had fearlessly infiltrated.
He handed you papers absentmindedly as he rifled through cabinets and files. You sorted them around your knees, watching as he rolled his sleeves to his elbows. His forearms had filled out. A vein traveled down his right forearm, barely visible under his skin. Uryū’s broad shoulders flexed as he dug further into books and papers. He shifted to steady himself on one knee.
It surprised you. There used to be a time when Uryū would have made himself sick at the thought of defying his father. If you didn’t know better, you would have guessed he’s done this before.
There was a time when you had been taller. You remembered how scrawny he used to be, how your shoe size used to be the same. You watched the fire of determination in his eyes, certain that something had changed but uncertain as to what that was.
The communication between the two of you was wordless. Uryū said nothing as he continued to hand random stacks from Ryūken’s desk to you, not bothering with an explanation. You scanned what you could in the dark room, trying to piece together what it was you were looking for. You remembered a time when Uryū went along with whatever you wanted. Quiet Uryū. Complacent Uryū. Truly, as dedicated as you were to him, he could never tell you what the fire in his soul sought and you would follow him to the ends of the earth.
Uryū plucked up a beige book, standing as he flipped through it. You filled in the place where he knelt before, cramming a pile of files back where he found them and smuggling a few torn pages inside the breast pocket on your jacket. He muttered to himself as he read, getting quieter as he scanned the pages. Uryū’s eyebrows rose, then knitted. His nose crinkled in disgust. You closed the desk drawer, the wood making a quiet scraping sound as you did.
“Now you’re in my room without permission? That’s twice now.”
You almost jumped at the voice. You peeked over the top of the desk. Ryūken stood in the doorway, backlit by the harsh light of the hallway—the yellow glow cast into the dark office, illuminating Uryū’s scowling face. You rose from your crouching position. A similar grimace contorted your face as Ryūken’s attention shifted to you. He spoke your name slowly, offering you a slight nod as if to acknowledge your mutual defiance.
“You’ve read this, right? Is it true?” Uryū’s eyes widened in anger. The book snapped shut, his arm swinging down by his side. You quickly snatched it up under the desk as Uryū stood in front of you instinctually. You remembered a time when— “I see, so you’ve known everything all along. About the Wandenreich, about the one who’s leading them… about mom even.”
“Uryū, I told you this doesn’t concern you.” Ryūken shifted as if to maneuver around Uryū’s shoulder from afar. He spoke your name again. “That goes for you too. I am disappointed, although I can’t say I’m surprised.” Ryūken’s eyes narrowed. “I suppose this was your idea.”
“Maybe you raised a son who is a bad influence,” you spat, as you turned to morph deeper into Uryū’s shadow. You knew you were never Ryūken’s first choice for his son. You weren’t even his second, but with the state of things, the Ishida men were stuck with you at this point whether Ryūken approved or not.
You could feel a seething rage radiating off of Uryū; this was his fight. You held your tongue.
Uryū’s slender fingers gently grasped the cuff of your sleeve and quickly tugged you out of the office. Ryūken allowed it, standing a few feet in front of the door. A seething heat radiated off of Uryū. The fabric under his fingers crinkled under his tight grip as he avoided eye contact with his father. You had no issue meeting Ryūken’s pointed gaze even in your selective silence. He cleared his throat as you made your way down the hall.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Uryū stopped, causing you to almost run into his back. Ryūken stood where he was, pivoting slightly to face the two of you. You were the only one to look back, barely noticing how Ryūken’s eyes darted to the book you still held in your hand. You turned to Uryū who had fallen frozen where he stopped. You focused Ryūken in your peripheral.
“If you refuse to tell us anything about the Wandenreich, then we’re going to figure it out for ourselves. We deserve to know.” Your hand traveled up Uryū’s arm, your sleeve breaking away from his nervous grip. You squeezed his bicep reassuringly as you came to stand next to him. Your head swiveled over your shoulder. “We are the new generation, Mr. Ishida. Continue to stand out of the way.”
You tugged Uryū forward, guiding him down the hallway as Ryūken watched the two of you disappear.
Perhaps not many things changed after all.
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Notes: I spoke not too long ago to a friend whose family comprised of arranged marriages. She has 5 aunts and told me about one who was fortunate enough to have married her best friend. She said that her aunt and uncle have a loveless marriage, but are good friends that make it work. I know there’s a difference for many people between “arranged” and “forced” marriages, but I touched on them here in the same way my friend described them in her culture where the term was interchangeable in her community.
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 : ( kabaneri of the iron fortress male characters )
a/n : hello anon! sorry it took long ehe, but here's the scenario you asked!!
consist of : fluff, crushing stage, comedy, gender neutral reader — being kurusu's sibling and the boys having a crush on you
𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐀, he's either obvious or not when he has taken a liking to someone and there's no in between so it can be a blessing or a curse. kurusu having the knowledge of ikoma taking a liking to his baby sibling will obviously make him question the person—he's the type of brother who doesn't outwardly go “woah woah woah back off!” but more of a “why? what do you have? what can you give them?” it's a different kind of threat and it's intimidating. so learning that ikoma has a crush on you, here's what brother kurusu has to say, “hah? you're reckless and impulsive, if you think I'll let you date my sibling well think again.” as he lean on the door of the train, looking down on ikoma by the stairs, a judgemental look plastered on him face.
+ i can imagine ikoma not backing off, holding his gaze up and explaining his points to kurusu until he get exasperated though.
+ there's this one time that he sneaked to meet you. ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ
𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈, uhm, what made you think?? kurusu always has an eye directed to sukari when he caught wind of the information, constantly observing him. “listen to brother, he's not it, alright? you can do better, there's takumi, kuranosuke or kibito! oh no- not kibito-” kurusu shakes his head, hands on your shoulder as he lean in, “look the point is, not with them.” but sukari is a hardheaded one for sure and kurusu knows that, so every moves he does is supervised. he's coming to tease you and say hello? “you are needed at front.” sukari is looking for you? “y/n is busy, you can just tell me and I'll rely it to y/n.” he did not. kurusu sabotages everything that sukari will do, if he's not there, he'll drag you with him lmao.
+ kurusu once caught him with you, his hand creeping near to yours.
𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈, he's an okay in kurusu's eyes. he's nice, can treat you right, prudent, humble, and- kurusu merely worries because he follows in his best friend's footsteps many times before “damn it ikoma” he used to curse with his eye twitching at the thought. don't get me wrong though, kurusu still watches like a hawk but he's merely watching what conspires and only interfere when he feels like something is wrong. more often than not though, it's takumi who get frightened by kurusu alone plus the fact that he knows that takumi is crushing on you.
he could never make a move or initiative without kurusu's blessing to court you first.
𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐔, no- JUST NO
he does arsons, follows biba all around, can endanger and worry you?? why??? he's not letting this man within sights. nuh uh he can never be seen. “you'd have to get through me first” and “over my dead body” are the main saying that big bro kurusu will utter.
Hi! Um, I would like to request another one for your event.. If I could please have Uryu from bleach and the word being, nerd.
Super happy to see some love for bleach come in as well! Enjoy <3
2nd person. GN reader
You were bent over a small stack of papers, leftover homework from spending some time over at soul society with your group of friends, and now were deeply regretting all your procrastinating. There was no way you were getting all of it done in time, especially not because you hardly understood half of what was on it. Damn daydreams and the way they made you miss half of what your teacher said. There was only one solution. You grabbed your phone and texted the one person who'd be able to help you.
Hey, what is my favorite nerd in the world doing?
Don't call me nerd. I am resting. As should you after what we've been through.
I would. If i didn't have heaps of homework. Help me plzzzzzzzz?
A few minutes went by with no response, so you decided to add to it a little.
You can rest over at my house. I will cook us dinner. Some coupley time after all we did and have been through before we have to go back to school?
A few minutes later your phone buzzed, and you opened the message full of expectations, knowing fully well that Uryuu wouldn't be able to say no to some quality time, it had been a while.
You're lucky I love you. On my way. And no, I won't do your homework for you.
Hello! Requesting f!reader crying with uryu after doing the deed.... you can make it sfw or nsfw, whichever you like. 💙
𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝗼𝘆.
adult! uryu x f! reader. nsfw
a/n: hi anon! of course! I hope you enjoy, and thank u for requesting! you were the first one for this event! 💙
tw: +18 mdni. passionate love making with a little bit of crying, everything sweet and full of love. kissing. vag sex. unprotected sex.
wc: 1k
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With teary eyes and a lump in your throat, you both fall on that bed. Perhaps is not as you both imagined; perhaps it doesn’t look as romantic as it should… however, it is all you ever wanted, all you ever expected.
Uryu’s perfume, the softness of his skin, the raven hair tangled in between your fingers.
His hand sliding down your back, until your waist, to pull you closer. So close, almost like wanting to melt his body with yours.
“I love you…” he whispers a thousand times.
“I love you” you answer a thousand and one.
Wet kisses, where tongues dance and lips are bitten.
Delicate moans, so needy and lustful, take over the tiny place in which passionate bodies become untamed.
“Can I make love to you?” the Quincy archer asks, as if you both didn’t know it was about to happen.
“Make love to me, I beg you” you purr in his ear, biting the lobe of it right after.
Uryu shivers; you can feel the tensing, the spasming of his muscles. Oh, and the throbbing of his manhood.
A delicate grunt escapes his bruised lips; bruised from the biting, from the pulling, from the aggressive kissing you have blessed his mouth with.
Your skin, also bruised, becomes feverish for more. Uryu bites as well, all of the extents of your flesh. Like a hungry beast, aching to drink the blood that makes your heart pump.
Underneath your skirt, his hand goes. Slight long fingernails rip your skin as your panties are pulled down. Discovering a sticky dampened core, makes that man grunt louder.
Fogged reason, lust extending like roots on every corner of his brain; The desire to penetrate, to bury himself and ultimately to make you full of his seed, grows stronger and takes over his mind.
Your toes tangle on his pants, trying desperately to pull them down. You want them out, off. You want him deep inside you, now.
“Mhgh… now?” Uryu asks, surprised; though, he shouldn’t be; your body cannot be more clear with its hints; it’s all over your skin.
“Ye-yes, now… please, I can’t – wait” you murmur, trying to hold back tears. It is not from sadness; it is not from pain; sometimes feelings are too big to be held only inside a heart.
Uryu nods; he is also being taken over by emotions, by feelings, by love and ardour. Unbuttoning his pants seems enough, as your toe pulls down from the hem. It takes a little bit, as he becomes a little clumsy to finally become naked.
You have already ripped all the buttons of his shirt a long time ago, making the fabric flow with the motions of his body. It frames his thin, pale, beautiful chest. The way his stomach tenses, and a tiny protrusion forms whenever he crunches a little more.
You are in love, the little waiting while he finally takes his undergarments off gives you enough time to venerate his anatomy.
Uryu sits down back on the bed, and even if he wants to top you back, you won’t let him do it. You crawl and hop on his lap, grabbing and taking his hand towards your neck.
Your back arched, your hair raining down your shoulders and his, your breasts closer to his face.
“Make love to me this way, please” you beg, with some tears already pooling on the corner of your eyes.
Uryu, enraptured, entranced, nods in slow motion. His blue eyes go from yours, to your mouth and down to your breasts. Spellbound by your beauty, his nails carve on your thighs.
Maybe he is on the verge of drooling, like a thirsty animal. Maybe he is acting on pure impulse, instinct, when he helps you lift your legs a little so that his sex can be guided deep inside your entrance.
Up until now, a mess of wetness and honeys have only covered thighs and sexes, yet now both are mixed as they are pressed and pushed inside your walls.
The first tear drops and rolls down your cheek; it gets trapped by his palm, caressing, unaware, your beautiful face.
You begin to move back and forth, sometimes even getting hammered by desperate hips in an attempt to penetrate far down. Your nails carve on his back, making sure he is left with more than a mark. Such a beautiful canvas must be used to create an erotic piece of art.
Uryu passes his fingers through your hair, starting from your nape up until the crown of your head. Slowly, he pulls back, extending your back and neck, exposing your chest and flesh. This way, he is able to fuck you harder, taking over the motion all by himself. This way, also, he is able to bite your breasts, sucking the life out of them.
You use one of your arms to balance yourself, straddling your hips forward, making it even easier for him to go faster and more violent, in and out of you.
Your whines and his grunts combine in a beautiful sexual symphony, letting the world know the walls of a tiny motel room can’t be enough to hold back the sounds of love and lust.
It only takes a couple more kisses and in and outs to reach climax, and both do, with blurry eyes. You can’t hold tears back anymore, they begin to burst, to sprout like litmus flowers from the corner of your orbs.
With tears running down your cheeks, Uryu lets your hair go and you both melt in a hug. Climax hit the both of you, trembling, spasming, and most importantly crying aloud.
Weirdly enough, Uryu is not scared of your weeping; he knows exactly that you aren’t sad, nor feeling bad. It is, mostly, because he is on the verge of tears too.
Sweet beams dawn in between clouds of tears; kissing once and many more times, hugged and still spasming with the shivering remains of climaxing.
“don’t cry, my love” Uryu says, wiping your tears away.
“you are crying too, silly” you giggle in between sniffing.
The Quincy kisses your cheeks, leaving his lips covered in salty wetness. “These are tears of joy… I love you; I love you so much… I pray for our tears to be always this way”
You nuzzle on the small of his neck; crying still, with a smile on your face, kissing repeatedly the skin in touch with your lips.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I love you more than anything, my sweet archer ~”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDr. ishida uryu x f! reader
Chapter 4: fever can melt ice. even the coldest of hearts can melt; even the past can be fixed...
❄ a/n: a little longer with a lot of ups and downs, but this time things are getting hotter... even though you might have to wait for naughtier chapters, Uryu is slowly becoming desperate... 😏
❄ tw: MDNI. This chapter contains smut -soft smut, but mature, kisses, sexual thoughts and erections-. Also, please be aware of a certain little part about Uryu having hidden little old scars. This is just my personal HC that I will eventually develop in the next chapters, but it is super important to warn you, even if subtle, those scars were made by himself. Though if anybody wants to keep on reading and self-harm is triggering you, please let me know. I will not include it. It is not mega important to the plot, just a hc about Uryu and the way he deals with all the pain of his past.
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“Bring my son immediately to the sixth floor!” he screams at someone through the phone. He stands up and orders you to get ready for surgery…
“(Name), get ready. OR number 2. Now”
Your ears buzz. Everything seems to happen, and nothing happens at all at the same time. “Bring my son” those words echo inside your head, making your sweat become cold, colder. You feel like your blood has stopped flowing. What happened to Uryu? What did he do?
A thousand scenarios happen at the same time in your imagination. Your body moves on its own, following Dr. Ishida to the operating room.
“What happene-“ you wanna ask, immediately being interrupted by that hospital bed being pushed and rushed to the OR.
“He needs immediate intervention. I managed to patch him up, but the wound is too deep”
You watch the scene pass right in front of your eyes; Uryu’s hair flowing with the wind, his hand covered in blood up to his wrist, his white shirt as well.
“(Name), come on!” Uryu screams, waking you up all of a sudden. “The boy is probably 5 or 6. Get ready!” he continues, showing he is safe and sound, and just -amazingly- saving a little kid’s life.
You nod, with tears in your eyes. You thought the patient was him, but it was just yet another misunderstanding.
The way both Ishida men work in perfect synchronicity to save the life of a child, the way they, for as long as the surgery lasts, do not fight. However, it is not only them, but you. You work with them, hard, to save the patient. You have everything ready; you are like the gear that keeps two parts working perfectly.
Sometimes his eyes and yours meet; your arms graze, you talk to each other and it’s also natural, as if nothing had happened in between you and him. Oh, how you wish that would last forever.
“It was great working with you…” you whisper while you watch the patient being taken out of the OR along with Dr. Ryuken who continues to give directives about the patient.
“It was. Now, please, I need to change…” Uryu answers, cold as ice.
You notice his white shirt, underneath the sterile gown, covered in sweat. There is no way he is hot, the OR has always a low temperature and it’s chilling winter outside. Was he that nervous to work with his father for the first time?
“Are you ok? Are you feeling well?” you dare to ask while taking your own gown off.
“Yeah… achuu!” Uryu sneezes, and his cheeks become red as apples.
You giggle and walk away, leaving your used gown on the bio residues trash can. Yet, before you could leave, you turn around right by the exit.
“You can come to my office if you need something, I can give you meds if you are running a fever. You should rest, though” you tell him, this time as a nurse and not as much as a friend -ex-. Something inside you is growing, and it is not exactly tolerance for his attitude.
Uryu nods, fixing his glasses and hiding, as always, underneath them and his hair.
You, annoyed and tired, drag your feet to your office, where you flop to rest for some time.
Irritation builds up as you type which procedures and actions were performed during that emergency surgery; tears have dried and now Uryu’s attitude has started to turn your feelings from pain to anger.
“HA! He was the one betraying us, even though that’s ok. He was the one who hurt me!” you complain, pressing that ever lasting scar on your chest from one of his arrows. “And he was the one to leave with no explanation!!” you continue, swearing under your breath as you focus on your screen.
“Yeah, I know…” a miserable voice comes from behind your monitor.
You widen your eyes, sliding on your office chair to the side to discover the reason for your annoyance, standing right there.
“Do you need something?” you ask, unable to look at his face.
“Uh-yes. I need Acetaminophen, 500mg” he murmurs, clearly asking for something to lower the fever.
You nod; mortified. In silence, you search for the tablets and give them to him. Your hand again grazes his, this time with no gloves on; just with the touch of your fingers you can tell he is running a high fever.
“You are burning, Uryu. Go have some rest in room 301, I’ll bring some wet pads. You need to lower that fever, or you will fry your brain” you command; he might be a doctor, but you are the nurse in charge there.
The last Quincy tries to say no, but you won’t allow him. Your eyes are now fixed on his, scaring him a little. Uryu is not used to your mature you, much less to your nurse you.
“Believe me I am doing this so that I don’t end up fired. I wouldn’t want something bad happening to my boss’ kid” you state, standing up from your chair.
You realize you’ve probably gone a little further than expected with your choice of words, but it ends up being effective; Uryu leaves your office to enter the room you assigned him. Though his eyes show a mix of anger and pain, probably he is feeling bad enough not to argue… that, or he enjoys being dominated.
You admit the last thought made you laugh internally; but immediate scenes of him wearing leather clothes stopped all fun. “Me and my wild imagination”
You check he doesn’t leave the room and soon prepare the washcloths. He definitely needs that temperature lowered.
“I’m gonna come in” you let him know, as you open the door with your hip. Your hands full with the needed stuff and your mind, only focused on taking care of him, forgets about a very important rule in medicine; preserve your patient’s privacy and intimacy.
You find him shirtless, no glasses, hair pulled back, forehead wet. He is now a man, and despite knowing him since kids, never once you’ve seen his whole upper part naked.
It is impossible for you to avoid getting addicted to his body; pale, thin, prominent collar bones and hipbones. The Quincy star inked on his chest, looking as hot as sad… like the star of a night he wishes to forget. Forever.
You take a deep breath, immediately looking to the side as you close the door; nobody should see Dr. Ishida’s son in such situation. Anybody but you...
Uryu gasps just a little, grabbing his glasses and putting them on. He takes his hand to his nape, doing the typical “sexy man” pose. Perhaps he didn’t mean it, but to you it felt as if it was dearly on purpose.
“Please, lay on the bed” you command, bringing the little bowl with cold water and the pads floating in it.
You watch him do as you tell, laying down, looking outside the window. The snow falls hypnotically, almost as white as his skin, and now pale lips. He tries to avoid eye contact, allowing you to do your “job”.
You squeeze one of the wash clothes, filling the silent room with the sound of drops on water. It only gets interrupted by Uryu’s soft gasping as the cold pad touches his neck.
“Sorry, I know it’s cold…” you lament, going for the next one.
Uryu’s skin turns bumpy, and his teeth softly chatter. He is definitely feeling the cold, and deep inside, you kind of enjoy this just a little… “have a taste of your own medicine, this might not be as cold as your heart”
However, you would lie if this were something good to you. On that bed, lies the man you haven’t stopped loving since you can basically remember.
You grab his hand delicately, placing one of the wet pads on his wrist. And then, you do the same with the other one.
Now, the last two should be placed on his femoral zone. And that includes, of course, taking his pants off.
“I- Uh… we should add some on your crural zone” you inform, happy to use medical terms as he will understand them. -and specially because you wouldn’t dare to call it “crotch” in front of him-.
Uryu sighs; he seems uncomfortable… and how wouldn’t he be? He nods, blushed, serious, still looking outside as his thin, delicate fingers undo the button of his pants.
You help him lower them, seeing on his legs old scars. You could have looked at his white boxer briefs with crosses all over like a pattern, but you can’t help but guide your attention to the red and white marks; what are those? Why is he that scarred? Were those battle injuries?
His sapphire eyes burn holes into you, letting you know you shouldn’t be so noisy about them. And you quickly stop.
“Good, that should work. Leave them there for around 15 minutes, then I’ll change-“
“I can change them myself” there he goes again, asking you to leave in such a painful yet soft way.
Your lower lip trembles, your eyes get all blurry. But you won’t cry this time.
“Don’t worry. I’m not planning on bothering you again. In fact, I will ask another nurse to come and do it for me. If you need anything press the button and I can assure anybody but me will appear on that door. You can be sure I won’t disgust you with my presence a single minute more” you snap; this time you don’t care about professionalism, you simply see red now.
Uryu is taken aback; he wasn’t expecting such reaction -though, it was completely justified for him- His classic guilty ashamed façade repeats again, he can’t even look you straight in the eye. Uryu hides, a little, again, underneath his onyx hair.
“(Name), I didn’t mean to sound rude…” he mutters.
“No? I’ve been taking care of you for the past two stupid days. I’ve been putting up with your ways for way too long. And now, six years later, you dared to appear and keep on hurting me? No explanation, simply acting as if I was some kind of leper, with disgust? You have no idea how much I’ve suffered for you, Ishida Uryu” you continue, letting all the pain out of your chest.
You pull down the collar of your uniform, exposing the scar he left on your chest. That arrow carved on your chest didn’t really hurt, compared to the way he is treating you right now.
“See this? It was you! You. Every day I wake up looking at the mirror, seeing the reminder that I had forgiven you for this and still not even once I heard you say, “I’m sorry”. And the worse part of it all, is the way you push me away… I could have understood if you were married. I could have… but you simply decided to ignore me” you continue, not seeing the tears running down his cheeks.
Maybe, in between your pain and all of the hurtful -yet, true- things you were saying, you didn’t listen to his constant “sorry, sorry, sorry”. And, enough sorrys were cried, when Uryu finally stood up.
With difficulty and a little bit dizzy due to his fever, Uryu snatches your hand to keep you from going away as you roar all the things you need to say. The cold water on that stainless steel bowl spills all over your uniform, getting you completely wet, turning the white fabrics to become see through.
“Because I know all of the things I did to you, because I hurt you more than once… that’s why I want you far from me. You don’t understand, I am not deserving of being next to you. I shouldn’t even talk to you; this wasn’t my plan” Uryu finally says, raising his voice.
You lay there, dripping wet. The same way you cry under the rain, when the tears mix with the drops that fall from the sky, you do now. As much as you want to stop, you simply can’t.
“I thought- I thought you were gone from Karakura…Please, I beg you... don’t cling to this, to me… please, forget about me. Just- go away, go away from me… if you stay, if you stay you will only suffer” Uryu cries louder, still grabbing you from your wrist with so much strength you might end up with marks.
Even though he is telling you to go away, he is not letting you go. Once again, Uryu is asking someone he loves to go away, despite knowing deep inside, it is absolutely false.
“Uryu, I- you-“ you wanna say something, even though you can’t.
“Look at your chest, look at the scar I left there. On your skin, on your body… you don’t-“ he continues, with a trembling voice and now flopping on the bed. He still shakes and cries, and has his hand tightly gripped around your arm.
You suddenly, and perhaps without even thinking about, rip all the buttons of the upper part of your uniform with your free hand. Your skin, covered in goosebumps, cold and wet, exposes all its extent to his beautiful eyes.
Uryu stops breathing; his nose, so close to your chest, can almost touch it. Sitting on that hospital bed, he looks and feels small, engulfing all the beauty of your nudity and the pain of his past in one single blow.
As he slowly lets your hand go, your palm lands on his cheek. A sweet caress, filled with softness and love, to make him look up at you.
“Uryu, your silence, to me, was the most violent deception” you whisper.
The Quincy gasps, tears sprouting harder now. Uryu perhaps, finally understood he was hurting you more by pushing you away, than staying by your side.
As tears run down his blushed cheeks, cooling his burning skin, his hands around your waist to pull you even closer. His pale lips, as hot as the rest of his body, finally fall upon the scar his arrow left.
A deep connection, of pure intimacy, takes place and the time seems to freeze. You play with his hair and brush it away. Maybe the fever, or the words you screamed, were enough to melt that heart.
“Can you, this time, for real, forgive me?” he asks, muffled by your chest. Up until now, Uryu hasn’t realized he is almost burying his face into your breasts. Nor did you notice, because this wasn’t about that.
You swallow. Up until today you never thought you needed to absolve him from any guilt, and yet still you realize it was simply a way to cope with him leaving. With him, for real, betraying you.
“Uryu…. I-….I forgive you” you state, clear and strong.
Uryu breathes; his cheek now plastered on your chest, resting perhaps for the very first time in the last six years.
“Thank you…”
“Thank you, Uryu…”
A sudden cold reaches you; it makes you shiver; it pulls you off from your love bubble. Both wet, semi naked, hugging in such intimate way… You swallow dry, his body against yours…
“I think we should…” you murmur, perhaps with the vague intention of leaving the room.
“No… please, just…” Uryu murmurs back, kissing once again your scar, breathing in the scent of your flesh, getting drunk on the heat of it. He is needy, desperate.
You brush his hair back, moving his head up so that he looks at you again. It is almost sad, the way his eyes look at you like an abandoned puppy.
“You are still burning, Uryu… you-“ you wanna continue searching for excuses, but you get interrupted by his hand sliding up until your nape.
With the softest pull, he intends to come closer to your lips. Though, his mouth doesn’t crash with yours just yet. A lingering kiss that’s been due for too long, seems closer, a reality. It almost feels painful to wait a single second more, not to touch the soft surface of each other’s lips.
Both so slowly getting closer that warm breath caresses your mouth; The more he waits, it seems as if his fever grew stronger.
“Please…” he begs, Uryu won’t be the one to kiss you. He still feels as if you needed to give him permission for it.
Your stomach gets filled with butterflies; your scraped knees get a little weak… how to say no; how to tell no to that man that’s imploring for a kiss?
You can’t control your body either way, as your lips finally land on his. It’s almost instantaneous, a spark that had been asleep for so long.
Uryu stands up, his naked chest stuck against yours. His free hand pulling your bellies closer as it slides through the small of your back.
A little gasp escapes in between tongues that have already met in a feral adagio; this is the first time he kisses you as a man, and not anymore like a sweet inexperienced teenager.
Your hand slides down his back, feeling his skin temperature rising. “He shouldn’t- he should rest…” you repeat in your mind, but you aren’t able to detach from him as he slowly slides down back to the bed and pulls you to sit on his lap.
Your inner thighs are able to feel the hardness growing underneath you; in fact, it would be impossible not to, as Uryu’s hips buck up on their own, pushing his heat against yours. You tremble, as he gets more and more desperate.
His lips finally abandon your mouth, only to land on your neck. Uryu seems to be a biter as he first inhales the scent of your flesh just to carve his teeth on it after.
You whine, a little screech from the pain of the bite. Who would have said Ishida Uryu developed to be nothing but a sweet lover?
Though, Uryu shouldn’t keep going any further. First, because of his health. Second, because you are currently on shift and third, is this the place where your bodies will meet after so long to love each other?
“Sto-stop…” you whisper, sweet and lovingly.
“WHAT? DID I HURT YOU?” he suddenly stops, scared.
You giggle; He is indeed a desperate lover with so much respect for your body.
“No… but you are sweating, a lot. Your cheeks are red as tomatoes. Your skin is burning, and your brain will literally fry if you don’t stop. I’ve told you this many times already” you scold him, almost sounding like a mother. -thing you ultimate despise doing-
Uryu squinted his eyes and looked to the side; “I’ll die if it’s because of this…” he murmurs, sounding even a little whimsical.
“Plus…” you sigh. “Do you think we should do something like this here?” you continue.
The Quincy man immediately understands; “Sorry…”
You plant a peck on his forehead, getting off his lap. Of course, the wet spot on his boxer briefs looks delightful; his erection tenting the fabric, even more. His spasming belly, all his skin covered in sweat…
“I might need to run to my office, this uniform is – I’m almost naked” you comment, trying to avoid looking at him any longer. You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself if you did.
You bend over to pick up the bowl of water that fell down your hands. It was supposed to help Uryu cool off, but it only ended up on your uniform.
“You want me to stop, and you bend that way in front of me. How am I gonna resist that bum?” he cries, and even to him it was a funny appreciation.
“MY. BUM…?” you turn around, laughing, loudly. It also makes him laugh, and suddenly you were back at that sweet age of seventeen.
And in between laughter and sneezes, Uryu finally lays back on the bed again. This time you provide him with new cool compresses to manage his high temperature.
“I need to go back to work, I’ll come check on you as soon as I am free. Ring the bell if something happens, ok?” you tell him before leaving the room, looking both sides the corridor to avoid any people seeing you leave with a ripped uniform and wet to the point of becoming see through.
You run, with a naughty smirk on your face. It is impossible not to. Your office is just in front, you will be able to change once you get there, fast, easy, and with nobody seeing you. Right?
