#ukitake x reader

[brittscafe]

Can I request for a jushiro x reader where the reader gets embarrassed after the wedding night (Seggs) so jushiro keeps teasing her about whilst asking her if they wanna go for another round (((sorry if it’s a odd request))))

I really love this idea! <3 <3

The room is filled with panted breaths as Jushiro and you come down from your climax. Jushiro glances over at you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Your face is red," he examines and your eyes widen.

"Shut up," you scoff out, pulling the covers over your naked body, trying to conceal yourself. Jushiro lets out a tiny chuckle and his hand runs down your thigh.

"What? Are you embarrassed of the sweet sounds you were making? Or was it when you screamed my name?" Jushiro teases you, the sides of his lips curling up into a tiny grin.

Your heart skips a beat and your cheeks burn with pure embarrassment.

"Jushiro, stop," you whine out, burying your head into his chest.

"It's our wedding night, you can be as loud as you like. I would enjoy hearing how loud you can be," Jushiro comments, shifting and climbing on top of you underneath the covers.

He sees right through you. You cover your flushed face with your hands as Jushiro dips his head down, leaving soft, wet kisses on your collarbone.

You wanted to hide from Jushiro and pray he never lays eyes on you again, but here he was, touching you in such sensitive ways. Hands running up and down the sides of your torso.

"Jushiro," you call out, peeking through your hands. He lifts his head up and gazes at you with such soft eyes that you could melt. His large hands grab onto yours and move them away from your face.

"Let me pleasure you once more. I promise to be gentle and I won't tease you about how loud you are for me. I love hearing you as my co-"

"Oh my God!" you sequel out, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down. Jushiro lets out a tiny grunt as he collapses on top of you, head buried in the curve of your neck.

You hold him there, grip tight and squeezing him.

"So...is that a yes?" his muffled voice speaks up from the crook of your neck. You stifle a giggle and chew on your bottom lip.

"Yes."

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Happy Lines

When the lines start appearing on his face, Ukitake simply sighs, realizing his age may be catching up with him. He doesn’t really think about them, but on some level, he can’t help but wish they would go away. To him they’re a sign his time in this world, his experience, an old soul wizening under the sun.

But to you, those lines are your map to his feelings. Especially the little lines that appear at the corners of his eyes. Small little crinkles that appear even when he’s not smiling, but clearly happy about something. You don’t know if he’s aware but you think they add to his handsomeness. And they always appear at small things; when he’s enjoying his evening cup of tea, of when he sees you after a long day.

It’s always eye wrinkles first, then that gentle smile that lights up his whole face. And you make sure he knows what those lines mean to you.

Your fingers gently touch the corners of his eyes and you press kisses to them every opportunity you get. The lines deepen as he chuckles, pulling you closer to him.

“Are older men your thing y/n?”

“Last I checked, compatibility doesn’t come with an expiration date.”

And oh, that deep laugh that rumbles from his chest as he looks at you, makes you feel butterflies and fuzzies deep inside like no one else can.

[angelltheninth]

Hi again love ✨

Not sure if you open to multiple character drabbles if you are not please only do Shunsui. Then again you may all out discard this request if you are not up to it ✨

Could you please do their/his reaction to s/o putting their hands in his shihakusho. S/o hands can either stay on their chest or go lower…ya know✨, up to you.

Characters: Shunsui, Ukitake and Ichigo

Thank you for the ask again. I don't write for Bleach much but these have been fun.

Pairing: Ichigo, Ukitake, Shunsui x Reader

Tags: fluff, slightly suggestive, flirting, kissing, height difference

A/N: I mostly write for Ichigo so safe to say his drabble is the one I'm most confidant in.

Ichigo had a hard time staying still for long, he had a plan for that however: you. Leaning against him from behind, reminding him that he needed to let his body rest after the long battle.

You felt him about to stand up again so you sprung into action, wrapping your arms around him from behind. "Oh no you don't!"

"I'm goin' to the bathroom, or do you wanna follow me there too?" He smrked at you over his shoulder. You cringed at the suggestion but had a perfect comeback.

With your hands sliping down from his chest and lower you leaned up to whisper, "If you want to show me your dick that badly all you have to do is ask me, Ichigo."

His face quickly turned as red as his nickname, "I-Idiot!"

Ukitake noticed how your hands seemed to always find a way to touch the muscles of his chest no matter what position you were in.

Even when you were both relaxing, with you being on top of him your hands still wandered. But they never seemed to stop at just his chest, always going lower to see if you can get a reaction from him.

It always came in the form of his hands grabing hold of your wrists and pulling them further up. "How are you so insatiable? We're only cuddling."

"We're cuddling after you've been gone for a week. Don't blame me for being handsy." He sighed heavily and sat up, making you think he was gonna push you off but instead you watched him tie his hair back.

"Alright." He leaned back with a smirk, "Turn around this way, I want to be pleased too." Those dark eyes were locked on yours, making a familiar heat pool at the pit of your stomach.

You always used Shunsui's shihakusho to pull him into a kiss but your hands rarely stopped there. His muscles were to nice, to temping not to touch when they were at your fingertips.

He never stopped you unless there was something urgent that needed his attention after. Not including the bluge in his pants of course. That was something you caused with full intent and the intent to take care of it yourself.

"Bit lower pretty, you know what I need now." He grinned as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close, "We have little time, so make this one quick."

"Quick isn't fun." You complain, with no real chance to influence it.

"Make it fast now and I'll make it up to you tonight." He promises before capturing your lips with his and letting your hand follow it's natural path to and under his pants.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Falling into s/o boobs prompts but with Ichigo, Grimmjow, Ukitake, and Kyōraku. Please?

Ichigo

His house is of course very rowdy. What with his sisters and dad running around. He had warned you about it before you came over.

His sisters try to be more civilized, but eventually get caught up in his father’s nonsense. Running around and being loud (which he ultimately falls prey too as well)

Ichigo tries to get his dad to shut up, but the older man just slaps his son hard on the back. Knocking him forward and right into your chest.

He of course turned red as his hair, and punched his father back in an embarrassed fury. Sending him right into a wall.

MC of course laughs it off, but teases him a little about his ‘strawberry’ face later. Making him blush again.

Grimmjow

Have you ever seen a cat fall off a counter and then strut off like nothing happened?

Well, that’s what Grimmjow would be like.

It was a simple stumble that ended him up in MC’s cleavage (much to her delight) but he backed away like nothing ever happened and stalked off.

If mentioned, he gets incredibly agitated and denied it happened. More irked by the stumble than where he landed.

Makes a more forceful move to have their whole bodies pressed together and intentionally put his face in her boobs.

Ukitake

While walking in the gardens with his partner, he was suddenly overcome with a bout of lightheadedness and swooned into the willing arms of his companion.

His face falling into her breasts.

Ukitake is a man of great honor and morals. He would never so much as stare at his partners breast, much less try to plant his face in them (unwillingly). So he was rather mortified.

He tries to stand quickly, and apologize, but this sudden bout had a hold on him. So he is unable to.

Instead MC gently ushered him to the ground where they rest. Ukitake taking comfort in her gentle nature, and yes breasts, if only for a time.

Kyoraku

Kyoraku is a man with much less scruples than his best friend.

Hearing of the ‘success’ Ukitake had following his fainting spell, he decides to try it on his own.

Making a big show of how dizzy he is, Kyoraku sways and wavers. All the while with a target of landing in MC’s soft, beautiful breasts as a reward.

She, however, thinks he’s just drunk and moves out of the way when he does his prat fall. Letting him face plant on the floor.

“That will teach you to drink in the afternoon, you lecherous old man.”

(part i) (part ii)

[zabimarushoney67]

You may simply consider this a gush/confess if you wish.

There's something romantic to me in the complete trust involved in domination. Another person allowing themselves to become vulnerable and pliable for me.

I think its something Jushiro would enjoy. The trust involved I mean. Even in a non-sexual context. Just the intimate control involved in massaging someone (massage scenarios 👌👌👌).

Anyways, ramble done

-@dragon-anon

So anyway here you go! After a few months, I finally decided to come up with the massage scenarios/one shots for our beloved bleach captains! Our white haired angel Jūshirō being the first star of the show of course 🥰 Thanks a million for being so active here I appreciate it so much 😭🙏🏼, I hope you enjoy!👋🏽😋

🌸The Art of Touching You🌸

SS👀FLUFF💟MDI⚠️

-My take on massage one shot, story scenario thingies idk what you call them (from two different perspectives giving one, and receiving one) from 3 of our beloved bleach captains! Giving referring to reader x character and Receiving referring to character x reader

Lineup: Jūshirō Ukitake, Shunsui Kyoraku, Byakua Kuchiki

Warnings: Some groping but we’re massaging so it’s kind of an occupational hazard, medium language, roaming hands, tongue kisses, moaning from pain relief(?), brat tamer byakuya! !Minors do not interact! Mostly sfw 😜

🌸Jūshirō Ukitake🌸

💠Giving: Jūshirō places the last box, scribbled in big black sharpie, “Living Room”, down on the fluffy carpet. Dusting his hands in a clapping motion, he sighs happily staring at the stacked boxes that laid waist to the living room. Some opened and some still securely taped from the move. Taking a lone lamp from the craziness, he places it next to the sofa and turns it on before shuffling to meet you in the kitchen for dinner ideas.

Opened Chinese containers, used chopsticks, and fortune cookie wrappers decorated the rough set up area you and Jūshirō called in for the night. “You’re so tense tonight Shiro,” you speak to him in gentle consideration, knowing just how hard he’s worked today to make this move happen.

Your thumbs press into a tough knot that had formed over Jūshirō’s left shoulder, “thank your for bringing all the boxes in today, my love.” You hum gently in praise for his good work. Jūshirō sits shirtless between your legs on the floor, his hair pulled into a messy man-bun as you took place on the sofa behind him.

A stupid reality TV show played as subtle background noise, your TV sitting upon the still-packed away TV stand. A disgruntled groan left Jūshirō’s lips now and then as you pushed on his tender muscles. “Not so rough now, babe.” He hisses through his teeth and forces his bottom lip in a soft pout. The pad of your thumb swipes in large circles over the knot repetitively. “I’m sorry Shiro, I just don’t want this thing getting any worse.” You swoon apologetically at him slowly working your hands up to the back of his neck.

You had figured to give the knot some rest before you accidentally bruise him there. Jūshirō hums contently at the feeling of your gentle hands squeezing the muscles where his neck meets his back, rubbing more gentle circles between his shoulder blades. You catch yourself smiling fondly when you see Jūshirō hang his head under your fingertips. Jūshirō closed his eyes, fighting off the sleep that hung over him with each rotation.

Massage work quickly became mindless with the passing time. Cackling loudly at the TV, you followed along with the episode. This show was straight ridiculous, with it’s over dramatized couples fighting for pathetic reasons. It gave you something to focus on as your hands gripped and groped your boyfriends strong arms —the same ones you couldn’t wait to be held in later. Jūshirō sat quietly with his arms hanging over your knees, holding onto your shins with his large hands.

Gentle moans leave his mouth as you hit a tense spot under his bicep. His soft noises turn your attention there forcing your movements into soft kneads, running the muscle up and down under your palm.

Jūshirō’s lanky body melted like putty as you molded and reworked all the spots once more. Rolling his head into your lap his eyes landed in yours. “I love it when you touch me,” his voice sounding soft and faint. He’s so pretty, you thought as your heart fluttered from the look on his sleepy face, it bloomed a blushing smile on your own. “Well, I love touching you,” you cooed sweetly at him, placing your hands on his face you leaned in to place a kiss on his soft lips.

Move in day had been a success, now your life together can truly start. Forever is out there somewhere but it started here, in this peaceful serenity first.

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💠Receiving: These late hours were surely going to be the death of you at some point, you thought rolling your neck around. Stretching your arms in front of you and locking your fingers together, you swivel around in your desk chair. “Time to finally leave,” you sang happily grabbing your purse and keys from besides your desk drawer.

The office was in desperate need of overtime workers, and making a little more cash sounded pretty good to you when the email was sent out. It originally was only planned over the holidays but it bled further into the advancing Spring Semester Quota. The money was good, but it was leaving your relationship stagnant and tense, and you solemnly missed your husband, his gentle embrace, his dazzling smile.

Spending more time at the office and less of it at home made for missing a lot of things. Birthdays, get-togethers, holidays, and dates all becoming stressors and ‘extras’, then being genuine memories you create with the ones you’re supposed to love.

Opening your door and stepping through the threshold, the entryway desk digital clock flashes 11:02 pm on its black LED surface. You quietly pushed the door shut behind you and took a deep breath of your home's comfortable air. The house was dim and quiet, Jūshirō was probably sleeping you thought sadly, but he had been nice enough to leave some lights on for you.

Hanging your purse on the wall rack you kicked your heels off on the rubber mat meant for household shoes. They perched against Jūshirō’s work shoes that lay so nicely side by side and up against the wall. You smile softly thinking of the beautiful life you’ve managed to create with the man you love.

“Are you just getting home?” Jūshirō’s smooth, quiet voice jolts you from your reminiscent thoughts and thwarted you back into reality. “I thought you’d be in bed by now,” you say in surprise to his sudden appearance on the stairway. “Couldn’t sleep,” he sighed leaning an elbow on the column to the railing. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you spoke, sounding rigid —this wasn’t like either of you but going weeks, months, probably, without one another has deeply rooted this uncomfortable tension. For you anyway.

You nervously bit your bottom lip and looked down at your toes as they wiggled on the cool, dark wood floor. “How was your day,” Jūshirō pushes, noticing the slight discomfort you presented in his presence. “Long. Exhausting, you know. The usual.” You sighed out, chuckling to yourself by your nervous reaction to your husband. It didn’t feel as if you had been married to him for 10 years, but you certainly had. Getting married in your early twenties, and starting adulthood early got you here, in your own beautiful home with Jūshirō.

Taking a the last step down to your level, Jūshirō prowls behind you like a tiger, eying you up and down in your sleek pencil skirt and frilly white blouse, admiring how fitted it was around your waist. “What are you doing?” You ask stilling in your spot as he stood at your back. “What I can’t hug my wife?” “Maybe, give her a much needed massage after a long day?” Jūshirō chides you jokingly.

He laughs heartily, draping his arms around you from behind, swaddling you up against his solid chest, trapping you there. “I just-,” you stop, feeling an ache in your chest. “You work a lot.” Jūshirō began, “but, that will never change how much I love you.” His patience and fiery warmth, left you with fuzzy feelings and a deep blush covering your face. Tears collected at your corners, threatening to fall down your cheeks as you had assumed Jūshirō was fed up with your schedule.

He gently released you with a kiss on your temple. His big hands landed on your slouching shoulders. With steady and continuous pressure, he squeezed and unsqueezed your exhausted body. Pressing and ringing out your built up, untamed stress. For weeks, it had felt like the world was taking residence upon your back. Getting heavier with each passing week of long days, and 35+ hours of overtime. Jūshirō provided you with the care you desired at the exact moment you truly needed it.

Jūshirō pressed both thumbs in between your shoulder blades and rubbed in deep circles there. He could feel your upper back crack under his thumb pads. You groaned deeply with his generously applied pressure in the sorest part of your body. Your slouching habit had developed and matured to an unhealthy amount of time spent that way. You swore to yourself to correct it eventually, and Jūshirō’s loving massage was helping wonders, you couldn’t possibly ruin it by slouching more tomorrow.

Moving his fingers up to your neck, Jūshirō pushes your head down to elongate your muscles and making his thumbs trek easier along them. Swiftly up and down, his long thumbs roamed, stretching out the taut skin. “Fuck..” you breathed through your nose, the pressure was hard to bare but so needed. You dared not to halt Jūshirō’s skilled fingers.

What had meant to be a quick, simple, and loving gesture turned into a long, deep tissue massage standing in your entryway. Jūshirō kept rubbing and squeezing because he noticed just how much you sank into his touch, relaxing as you stood under him. It was sweet, and the first time he’s got to see you so relieved in weeks. The comfortable silence, your soft breathing, and little groans flooded Jūshirō’s heart with such warming joy, he couldn’t resist the grin on his face.

All these years, good and bad, you have always been a hard worker and a dependable person to him. Even now, Jūshirō understood that everything you’ve done as of late, was for the sake of your peaceful life together. Even if you never noticed the hard work you put in, Jūshirō saw it and appreciated everything you had ever sacrificed for him and your happiness together.

Kissing the back of your head, Jūshirō pulls you back into his arms overflowing with adoration for you. “I love you my dear,” “thank you for everything that you do.” He speaks softly in your ears as the clock strikes midnight.

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🌸Shunsui Kyoraku🌸

💠Giving: The radiant sun beat down on Shunsui’s tanned, muscled back. Laying underneath and soaking up the UV rays on a lounge chair, Shunsui’s long brown hair gently swayed in the salty wind as it was collected at his shoulders and upper back. This vacation was the best idea you had come up with by far.

Getting tired of the rural, in the mountains, Japanese getaways you two usually plan, this one was different. This one, landed you in the tropics of the islands. Palm trees, salty sea spray, hot golden sand, a cozy balcony, and an impeccable view of the vast blue ocean from the presidential suite, spoke of luxury and deep relaxation for you both.

A couple bottles of Tequila and Rum lay empty on the ground around Shunsui’s napping body. His beloved sake being scarce around the island, he’s had to settle for something more attuned to the culture around here. Finding out that he’s terribly addicted to piña-coladas was shocking, even for him. The fruity drink had quickly become his favorite choice anywhere you two had settled for drinks and food.

Opening the balcony door, you sway onto the warm cobbled stone of the beautifully decorated area. A colada and a chic glass filled with a sex on the beach in your hands. Gaudy pink sunglasses cover your eyes, protecting them from the sun. You place the drinks on the glass end table between the lounge chairs and slowly crank the umbrella over the sitting area. Your sheer white sun cover twirled in the breeze, slinking across your smooth skin and down your shoulders as you sat across your sleeping, incredibly handsome fiancé.

“I had some drinks ordered for us babe,” you said with a cute smile on your lips. Kicking your bare feet out and crossing them, you lay relaxed on your palms as they sink into the plush cushions. Shunsui’s smoky eyes peered open at you and a lazy smile grows across his face. “Mah, look at you,” “looking all delectable and delicious underneath the blue sky,” “my lady, is smokin’,” “and I’m one lucky man,” His deep voice purred as he pushed out his lips out against the soft cloth in admiration.

Pushing himself from his position he reaches for his colada and falls back in place on his belly. Missing the straw a few times before catching it with his lips, he finally pulls a first sip, humming happily as the pineapple and coconut flavors exploded in his parched maw. Bringing his golden aviator styled glasses down over his face, Shunsui sprawls back out on the chair, resting his head on crossed arms.

Seeing him so relaxed and carefree was rare, you gazed lovingly over his slumped body. Recently his job has become his entire world. Even at home, he spends long hours in his study, reviewing purchase orders, numbers, and stocks. So studying him now, soaking in all the fruits of his labor was satisfying for you, to say the least.

Sipping down your drink and setting the empty glass down on the table, had made room for some playful thoughts to cross your mind. Without thinking, your body crawled over his back. Spreading your knees you sat down on the back of his thighs and ran your fingers up his smooth, hot back. So warm, and such a pretty color- you thought as his burning skin moved under your fingers. A warm groan leaves Shunsui as he feels you spread your hands over his back, pushing up his spine and back down again.

“Where’s all this coming from, petal?” Shunsui hums, sorely hiding his appreciation for your efforts within his question. “I honest to God, couldn’t give you an exact answer, my love.” “I just felt like touching you, and,” “you work very hard.” “For me, for you, for our life together, and for your company.”

Your pure honesty made Shunsui’s heart swell up with emotion in his chest. He smiles fondly from your genuine words from where he lay under you. “Now look at us, living it up in the tropics,” you say the sound of your laugh getting lost in your words. “Think of it, as my token of appreciation for you, baby.” You coo. Your smile never leaving your lips, as you leaned down to place supple kisses on his shoulders.

“This was all your idea, my love.” “The best idea, might I add,” Shunsui teases playfully, grinning now after hearing your happily given praise. Your hands continue their exploration over the expanse of his back. Your eyes scanning all his delicious muscle lines, remembering each little freckle and sun spot that decorated his broad shoulders and upper back.

You knead his lower back and up his sides, quieting a moan that bubbles up as you felt his muscles flex under your hands. He’s so fucking yummy —your mind fills with all the times he’s flexed during sex, and how it drove you wild every time. This time was no different. Shunsui’s physique alone, was enough to make you drool like a puppy waiting for a treat.

You simply couldn’t help yourself as you laid down over his body and started smooching his skin. Your swimsuit covered breast pushed against his back as you arched into him. Softly licking and nibbling at him with your plush lips. “Mm fuck, petal.” “Keep doing that and you’re gonna have a hard problem in your hands” Shunsui drawls out, tugging on his lower lip between his perfect teeth. “I just can’t help myself Shun,” “I can stop, if you want me to.” You pout with a sly grin on your face. Knowing him, it would be the last thing he’d want. “No, no, no.” “Please, continue.” He spit out quickly, making you giggle as you already knew.

Your playful teasing, flirtatious giggles, and roaming hands turned into heavy panting and shrill screams as Shunsui soared you to brand new heights, right there on that lounge chair. The evening panned perfectly, ending the day with shaking legs, soft kisses, and some damn good sleep in the cali king bed. Prepping you two for another day full of adventure as you sank deeper into your week long vacation, with the love of your life.

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💠Receiving: The sound of water hissing as it’s tossed on hot stones sizzled through the air. The thick, humid heat of the sauna stuck to your skin as you slouched against the wood paneling. Shunsui ladles another hefty dose of water over the rocks, filling the room with more steam. His built body glistened, slick with sweat and his chest hair clinging against his pecs. Leaning back on the wood Shunsui places his arms on the ledge behind you, breathing in deeply as his sore muscles relaxed with the soothing heat.

You lean into his body, your towel straining to hold up against your cleavage. Shunsui’s eyes glance down at your body as you move into him, your skin effortlessly slides against his and it’s kind of a turn on — he wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself. A gentle smile spreads on his lips from your close contact and the delightful view of your towel squished bosom. “Well aren’t you just adorable,” Shunsui coos at you, blush covering his cheeks as he peered into your owlish blinking eyes.

“I figured you’d be to hot to cuddle in here,” he says affectionately, bringing and arm down and around your shoulder. “It is but, it’s a good kind of heat,” you admit smiling as he presses you against his bare chest. “This is really helping,” you say quietly, making Shunsui look curiously down at you. “Are you sore?” He inquires with a slight frown on his face. “Yeah, a little,” you sigh deeply through your nose, the hot air stinging your nostrils. “I’m so sorry,” “I tried to be gentle this time, I swear!” Shunsui pouts squeezing your shoulder under his palm. “Not from that you pervert!” You screech, playfully smacking his chest over and over.

“If not from that,” “then why are you sore, my love?” Shunsui grins, chuckling at your reaction and embarrassedly blushed face. “I did something to my shoulder,” “I don’t know what, maybe lifting something,” “but it hurts anytime I move it.” You explain, gently rotating your shoulder. You wince with a grimace as it came around full circle. “I see, do you want me to rub it,” “maybe the heat and my skilled hands can help relieve some of that tension,” Shunsui flirts, playfully pursing his lips at you. “I would actually really enjoy a massage right now,” “but don’t get any ideas Kyoraku!” You hiss, hoping your tone will sate that sexual demon that dwells in the pits of Shunsui’s mind.

“On my life,” “I just want to help you feel better,” Shunsui says placing a large palm over his heart. “Okay, I believe you,” you say with a shrug swiveling around to face away from the man. Lifting his heavy body, he flows with your movement as he placed his fingers in your towel, tugging it gently. Swatting his hand away you peek behind your shoulder, “you just said you’d help, what do you think you’re doing?” You glare at him, Shunsui lifts his hands quickly away from you as if you burned him. His pitiful face gleamed back at you, “Nothing! I’m trying to move the towel so I can get more room for my hands,” “honest.” He swore still not bringing his hands down.

“You could’ve just said that, I am so sorry,” you laugh out loud feeling stupidly relieved. “Anywhere else I wouldn’t be so on edge, but this is a public sauna,” “anyone could walk in at any time.” You rambled on apologetically to Shunsui as he lowered his hands to his lap. “It’s okay,” “I understand my love, no worries,” he grinned, his handsome smile beaming back at you. His calm demeanor allowed you some room to relax as you took your place facing away from him. Shunsui tries again this time with notification about the removal of your towel, making you snort with laughter.

Gently pulling your towel down you went to hold the front of it over your chest, modestly trying to cover your soft mounds from any random eyes that may intervene. Shunsui’s large palms run up your back, pushing inward against your spine. You couldn’t help the fit of giggles and a squeal that roused from your mouth, it tickled. “Shun baby, you need to do more pressure,” you said through your fits, arching your back away from his hands. “I’m ticklish! you know that,” you pouted, groaning as your tummy hurt from your laughter.

Shunsui sat behind you silently losing himself in his own laughter fits, his shoulders shook as he clasped a hand over his mouth . “I’m sorry petal, let me try again,” he says forcing his fits away. His sudden serious demeanor change wasn’t helping the situation, as you two fell right back into a spree of fits together. “Okay seriously, help me!” You whined out, still laughing at the current humorous situation.

“Yes of course dear,” Shunsui said with a wide smile still on his face. Moments like these were so precious to him. When you two were goofy together, everything in the world felt possible. Calming himself Shunsui raises his hands once more, this time settling for your shoulders first. His strong rough hands squeezed hard, forcing a groan to leave your throat. Gently pressing his thumbs in time with his squeezing hands felt like pure heaven, the steamy air relaxed your muscles making them more pliable under Shunsui’s duress.

Strongly gripping your shoulders, Shunsui moved them in gentle circles, reveling in the sound of your moans. Knowing he could make you moan without the sex was incredibly satisfying for him. Learning to please you in other ways was beneficial information. Especially, if you two decided to keep this friends-with-benefits thing going. Shunsui loved you, deeply, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it yet. Nervous that you would reject his offer and never speak to him again. That was his biggest fear, he simply couldn’t survive your rejection. One day though —he hoped and held faith that it would happen, that maybe you felt the same for him.

Running his grip down your arms and roaming them back up and over your shoulders had you in pure bliss. You swayed freely with his hands as they took care of you. “I’m gonna touch your back,” Shunsui warns as his fingers rest on your shoulders. “Thanks for the heads up, chief,” you acknowledge with a thumbs up, bracing yourself for his touch. Pressing his fingers in your shoulders, Shunsui drags them down to the tips of your shoulder blades. “You okay?” He hums before continuing, being very cautious now about your ticklish nature. “Yeah..” you respond weakly, feeling the excitement bubble and roll in your belly.

Laying his hands flat on your back, his thumbs swipe up and down the blade. Shunsui digs his thumbs and palms into your back and slowly moves them around. You could feel the excitement leaving as you surrendered your vulnerable back to his hands. The gentle rotation lulling the tensed muscle that was causing your shoulder pain. “You really are skilled with your hands,” you groan out feeling the pinched muscles release. “I’m happy to hear that from you y/n-chan,” Shunsui smiles gratefully, happy to make you feel good.

Not long after starting the rejuvenating massage, someone else crashed the party as they took place on the empty side of the sauna. Helping you tie your towel back in place, Shunsui apologetically shrugged at you. Shunsui was upset himself to, as he started to enjoy the feeling of your weight sinking into his hands. Figuring it was about time to head back to your room, Shunsui takes your hand and holds it the entire way back. Silently hoping you would let him continue his handiwork, and maybe a little more.

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🌸Byakua Kuchiki🌸

💠Giving: The front door swung shut, closing gently with a click as it met the threshold. Byakuya takes a hefty swig of his water bottle before hanging his mesh gym bag on the coat rack. “How was your work out?” You ask from your pile of blankets and bowl of chips on the sofa. It was about 3pm in the afternoon, and you had decided today was the day you did absolutely nothing. It was your last day off out of the week, work and being productive were the last things on your mind.

Puffing on your peach mango vape, you mindlessly watched criminal history and murder mysteries on YouTube. “It was good,” Byakuya says as he strolled to you in the living room, where you sat perched in the corner of the sofa.

The lives you lived together were entirely different from one another. Byakuya was up early, 7am on the dot. Creating his to-do lists and making a healthy breakfast before he headed to work or the gym. While you on the other hand, woke up late often, worked, came home, barely ate unless reminded, smoked your weed, and played your video games when you had the free time. Separated, but perfect when meshed together.

Instead of sitting on the couch with you, Byakuya grabs one of the decorative, large sitting pillows and sits on the ground, in front of you. Laying his head back he can feel your shins crossed underneath his neck. “Is this all you’ve done today babe,” Byakuya teases you with a smile. “Yeah? What of it?” You furrow your brows, the sarcasm in your voice poorly hidden as you stared ahead at your video, hitting your vape again. “Just curious,” Byakuya chides, his smile widening as he lowered his head to what you were watching.

Grabbing the sides of his head you leaned down to him, “What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?” You joke as your smooch his head over and over. Byakuya blindly reaches around with his hands until he found your head, “Don’t test me little girl,” “you’ll be sorry,” he says playfully before leaning his head back once more. Your lips holding a crafty smile hovered above his, “Oh, is that what you think?” “You don’t scare me, you big teddy bear.” Your smile grows bigger as you ended the teasing match. Kissing him softly for tax, you lean back and break free from his clutches.

As Byakuya lowered his head he twists it with his fingers forcing a few loud cracks and pops, as his neck released. “Whew, that was a good one,” you acknowledged with a small golf clap. Chuckling at you he grips the back of his neck and rubs it softly. “My neck has been giving me hell the last few days,” Byakuya sighs as he heavily drops his hand into his lap. “Hey..” he paused hoping you were paying attention, “you wanna rub me down?” He asks. With a mouth full of chips and a wave of your hand you respond, “later, this video is finally getting good.” “I… I didn’t mean it like that,” Byakuya says a blush covering his cheekbones.

“A massage babe,” he says bringing his hands together in front of him. “But babe, it’s my last day off,” you whined with pouty lips, still dedicated to your long list of doing nothing today. “Please babe,” Byakuya says with his eyes clenched shut and a whine equally as loud as yours. “I’ll love you forever,” He says rolling his head into your lap, his hands still clasped together in prayer. You groan loudly with an eye-roll, “Okay fine, just stop your whining you big lug.” You say with slight irritation as you pause your video and resort to some music to fill the quiet instead.

“C’mon, Take off your shirt,” You shrug with a sigh, curling your fingers in an upward motion. “You don’t gotta sound so excited to see me shirtless, babe.” Byakuya says laughing as he hoists his soft grey shirt over his head. His long raven black hair fell down his shoulders, and over his chest as he crumpled his shirt and tossed it to the side.

“I’ve heard just about enough out of you,” you snark at him as you gather his hair and push it all to one shoulder. “Lean forward so I can see what I’m working with,” you say as your hands gently push on his shoulders. “Yes mamas,” “anything for you,” Byakuya schmoozes with pursed lips, feeling all to giddy about your hands touching him.

Leaning forward and settling there, you smack your hands harshly down on his shoulders, and lazily flail your hands across his upper back. “Hey, Hey!” Byakuya barks raising his arms to break up your goofy movements. “Behave,” he said with a grin laughing with you. Your giggle fit subsided into a smile as you start squeezing on his sculpted shoulders. You begin his massage by pressing your thumbs into his muscles, slowly scrunching your hands from the sides of his shoulders to his neck.

Byakuya sighs gently, hanging his head to give you more space for your fingers. Rowing your thumb pads under his neck, you start pushing your thumbs along the bone in an upward motion. “Shit…” Byakuya breathes his hair hiding his clenched jaw as you had already found the exact spot that was hurting him. “Right there babe,” he says as his head fell further. “Do you need more pressure?” “Or is this okay?” You ask him hoping you weren’t being to rough. “It’s perfect,” he hums a smile spreading across his face.

Soft music lulled over your nice sound system, as rain began to tap and drip down the living room windows. Byakuya rested his elbows on his knees as you continued your slow presses into his neck. “Fuck that feels good,” Byakuya groans, “thank you babe, seriously.” He continued, moaning as your thumbs find a good rhythm and pressure along his neckline.

“You owe me later,” “hope you’re aware of that,” you say with a few swipes of your thumbs. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you want.” Byakuya waves you off, enjoying his massage to his fullest capabilities. “Whatever I want, you say?” A big grin sprawls over your face as possibilities started swarming your head. “Oh boy.” Byakuya says almost regretfully, as he knew you would come up with the most obscene thing for him to do later.

After a moment of your silence, worry quickly exuded from Byakuya. “Okay out with it woman,” “What do you want in exchange?” He inquired carefully, bracing himself for something silly like a strip tease, or walking around the apartment bare-ass naked for the night. “Hmmm let me think about it,” you say softly, taking some consideration and deliberately thinking over your options. “I think I would like,” you drawl out with a hum. “I think I would like a bouquet of roses,” “a nice dinner on the boardwalk,” “and a pint of Ben n’ Jerry’s ice cream.” “Yeah that sounds nice,” you squint, nodding your head in approval.

A loud sigh of relief leaves Byakuya’s lips. “Oh thank god,” he says breathily, placing a palm over his chest. “I was preparing for something way worse,” he says chuckling, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he truly believed you’d make him embarrass himself. “What like a strip tease?” You ask curiously, “that was one of them yeah,” Byakuya’s laugh suddenly switching to nervousness.

“Fuck man! that would’ve been such a great idea,” you sway backwards with howling laughter, “can I change my idea?” You say with a wide grin and your hands clasped together. “Absolutely not!” Byakuya said shaking his head quickly and waving his finger in a ‘no’ fashion. “Oh c’mon, no fair!” You whine again, sorely wishing you had said the strip tease instead.

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💠Receiving: Byakuya settled into the steaming bathtub, extending his hand towards you he helps you in. Taking his slender fingers in your own you gently step in, the water feeling hotter than usual.

“Something the matter?” Byakuya stated, peeking at you through his free falling bangs hanging out from his put up hair. “No, not at all,” you wave your free hand, trying not to provoke him in any way. “Why are you still standing then y/n?” “Get in.” His voice sounded demanding when he spoke, spooking you just a bit. “Yes sir, sorry sir.” You submit quickly biting your lip, hearing his voice like that always riled you up.

“You’re sure nothing is wrong?” Byakuya pressed, his gentler side coming out to play. “No sir, the water was just a little warm,” you say settling between his long, muscular legs. “I’ll be sure to mention that to them,” he said smoothly, his arms laying on the rim of the pristinely white tub. ‘Them’ referring to the house servant’s that were directly employed under Byakuya.

Being a big time CEO and multimillionaire came with its perks, and dating one was a new experience for you. You had never seen yourself in a big fancy, modern loft that overlooked the bustling city. Yet here you were, sipping on bubbly champagne in the same tub you and Byakua bathed together in during the week.

The steam filled bathroom smelled faintly of Byakuya’s expensive cologne, and plenty of jasmine and sage. That being the choice of bath oil he had picked for the night. Falling back gently you laid your naked body down on Byakuya’s solid chest. Your head swept to its natural position on his left shoulder.

His muscles felt good against your back, you hummed in contentment at the feel of him there. This being, the only real intimate time you got during Byakua’s busy schedule. It was always the thing you looked forward to since he always cleared that schedule, just for you.

Your arms snaked around your stomach as you got comfy on your boyfriends body, the hot water lapping just above your chest. Byakuya was silent, his eyes were hooded as he breathed your essence in. Your close proximity, and the view of your naked body underneath him made his palms itch to touch you.

Bringing a hand from the side of the tub, he gently touches your shoulder. Dragging his finger up your neck he watched as your head fell further, exposing the whole side of your neck. studying your beauty in all its glory. He swiped your loose hair behind your neck, watching as it made contact with the water, the strands soaking it up against his collarbones.

“How was your day, beautiful?” His smooth voice reverberated in the quiet room. “It was okay.” You breathed out, playfully swishing the water with your fingers. Nothing of extreme importance had happened today, you thought. You just patiently waited all day for work to be over with, so you could be swindled up in your bath time with Bya.

“Just okay?” Byakuya asks curiously his lips curling up in a crafty smile. Still gently running his finger up and down your neck, he slowly moves his hands down in the water. “Yeah, I’ve actually been waiting for this all day,” you giggle from his light touches, goosebumps popping up on your skin that lay uncovered by the bath water. The sound of your laugh exploded in the room, as Byakuya’s sneaky free hand gripped your side under his fingers. His surprise attacks were always so cute, it was like he had a sonar for knowing the right exact time for any and everything.

Pushing you up with his body he runs his hand along your belly holding you steady against him. Your squeals and happy giggles made what was usually a cold heart, warm and full. He grinned against your soft skin, slowly smooching your exposed neck. “Oh, you’ve been waiting?” He growls against your neck, lightly biting your sensitive skin. “Ah! Yes sir!” You squeak out from the feeling of his canines digging into your neck.

“Me too, baby.” He agreed honestly and kissed the bite mark gently in truce. “I love bath time with you Bya,” you replied cutely placing your hands on his knees that sat above the water. “I love it too,” Byakuya replied softly as he held you gently from behind, his head being sported on your shoulder.

Kissing the space behind your ear, Byakuya scoots back just enough to put some space between his body and you. His hands sat at your waist, his thumbs resting against your lower back. Bath time usually consisted of you two chatting, drinking, relaxing, and massaging one another.

That’s why it was your favorite, all of Byakuya’s time, affection, attention, and hands were implied for your care and only that. Gently pressing into your back with his thumb pads, he rocked his thumbs back and forth working on your tense muscle there.

Byakuya never talked about your job or what you did for a living. He simply didn’t have the time, or the interest to delve into your personal life that way. He could take care of you for the rest of your life with the money he had, but you needed your independence — which he throughly understood. But your body was always so tense and stressed. It would be wrong for him, not to be concerned about what the hell you were doing at work all day.

It truly didn’t matter what you did, where you went, who you were with. As long as you always returned to him that’s all he needed from you. So that he could care for you and make sure somebody does something about your stressed body, because you surely didn’t —brat. Byakuya smirks as his mind ran with thoughts of you.

With open hands he runs his pressed thumbs up to your middle spine, holding onto your sides gently. His fingertips skimmed the sides of your breast forcing a breathy moan to leave your parted lips.

Byakuya watched intently as he worked your muscles under his thumbs. His eyes devoured your smooth skin and the way it glistened under the warm light, little water droplets decorating the expanse of your shoulder blades. The fragrant, expensive bath oil did wonders with your tired skin while also making it easier for Byakuya’s fingers and thumbs to work it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he purred in adoration, a smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you, as always sir.” You say quietly, your body relaxing deeply from his pressurized movements. Straightening out your back, Byakuyas skilled hands move to your neck.

Gently placing his hands at the apex, his fingers wrap softly around your throat. Teasingly squeezing you there, Byakuya audibly groaned when the sound of your dramatic, over-the-top moan filled his ears. He cursed you for sounding so sexy and for testing him every single fucking day.

Stirring under the water he forcibly calms his mind. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t about to give into the temptation of taking you right here, in the bath tub. He pushed his filthy thoughts to the side and got back to molding his hands all over your neck and shoulders. The feeling of his gentle hands and even gentler squeezes, you found yourself yawning at the relaxation that slowly took over your body.

Byakuya noticed how slumped your shoulders had become since he started rubbing them, he smiled softly to himself knowing you could feel safe with him. “What do ya say…” “We move this party to the bedroom?” Byakuya spoke to you softly giving you the option to choose. “Am I getting a full body massage tonight?” You inquired, raising your eyebrow and pursing your lips at the idea. “If that’s what you want,” Byakuya replied with a nonchalant shrugging motion.

“Yes!” You say in selfish victory, it wasn’t often for him to give you exactly what you wanted when money wasn’t involved. So any opportunity you had to exploit free time with Bya, you ran with it. Byakuya also had to be in the mood to do something before doing it, especially when it came to his precious free time from the company he ran. ~And he calls me the brat.~

Stepping from the tub, Byakuya pulls you up and hands you a towel. Just as you finished drying you suddenly feel your feet leaving the ground. A scream leaves you as your thrown over Byakuya’s strong shoulder. Giving your bare ass a harsh smack, he carries you into the bedroom against your will.

“If I’m spending the time, I’m gonna do what I want.” He fronts to you as you whine loudly, screeching for him to put you down as your flail your legs. “Bya put me down! You fucker!” You yell, smacking and gripping the skin of his back under your palms. “Fighting me isn’t going to get you anywhere,” he snarks as he tosses you onto his huge bed.

Smiling wolfishly down at your surprised face, Byakuya placed his hands on your knees and climbed in front of you. Leaning over you, his long fingers cup your chin and force your stare to his. Kissing you deeply, he slides his tongue into your mouth to toy with yours. A sigh leaves his nose as you willingly accepted his mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his face. Placing his weight on a palm next to your head, his fingers slide up to the side of your cheek as he continued with his fervent kisses.

Pulling away from you, he lays his forehead on yours feeling himself stiffen with your soft rousing moans. “I promised you a full body massage right?” He asked hoping you would just let him continue with his needs for you. “You absolutely did sir!” “And acting all sexy won’t get you out of it,” you smile devilishly like the brat you are right to his face.

Putting a finger on his chin you push him away softly, and reluctantly Byakuya falls away sitting back on his heels. “Alright,” he huffs. Regaining his composure and straightening his posture, his brown eyes look down at your splayed out body before him. With a giddy shake of your hips you peer up at him, your hand covering your shit-eating grin. “Turn over.” He demands that cold, forceful voice returning as it seeped down into your eardrums. He’s so serious right now, better be nice — you admonished yourself with a sly smile on your face, putting your brat tendencies on hold, for now.

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[sashi-ya]

霊圧 + 淫慾. // spiritual pressure + lust. [twoop x sy]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬. part two 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. by sashi-ya 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 | 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 | 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈

tw: NSFW. mini scenarios when being caught by you while masturbating. also I came to ruin a perfect color spread from Shinij listening to music for ever. next part will feature part of the Karakura gang. wc: 1k // masterlist // tag list: @stygianoir @tealcat001 @dumbbitch223 @bookandyarndragon @ilibili @jin-supremacy01 // colab with @the-witch-of-one-piece

➡ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈

A man that likes to investigate and nurture himself with the changing culture of the world of the living had discovered what porn is. And hell, what a breakthrough it has been for him.

Headphones and that little device Ichigo’s classmate gave to him, himself resting over his red sofa, believing the many boxes of vinyl discs protect him from the rest of the room. The phone plays the video of a busty red-haired woman moaning, being totally pleasured by a faceless man. He watches such video with great attention as he beats his own meat to the sounds of that girl’s whines.

Shinji’s smile grows wider, but his eyes are closed shut. Total bliss as he keeps jerking off, perhaps imagining the actress is jumping over his sex. And you are watching at a total unaware captain from behind. He didn’t hear you calling, nor he has noticed your presence.

You don’t mind watching, because you are sure he actually would love to know you have been. And just as he finally bursts, and his neck stretches in total pleasure you decide to take his headset off.

“Is that device able to record video?” you ask, hugging him from behind.

Shinji laughs nervously, you have surprised him and even if he tries for his almost yellow locks to cover his blushed cheeks you’ve seen the shame in his eyes.

“I- I think yes” he answers, confused, and still agitated. “Stay right there, let’s recreate the video…”

➡ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄

Does he really masturbate? Surely he does. He is a man with desires too. But have you ever thought about him doing it? Probably not… even if you did think of him while doing it.

It’s normal to you to hear him grunt and moan in his sleep, but it’s nothing but his difficulty to breathe. You are not supposed to be taking care of him; however, you do. The same way Kyone and Sentaro do, you provide welfare to him.

Jushiro fleeted you to your quarters, but, you decided to stay close to his room. He had been coughing more than usual, and his skin seemed a little more blushed during the times you were around. The last thing you want for him is to run a high fever and have no one to help him. But… what type of fever is the long-haired captain running? Perhaps, it was some kind of internal heat that couldn’t be stopped by any meds…

You hear him cough, and then whine. Like a plead, his last moan sounds. And you are sure he is not just sleeping, Jushiro must feel really bad. And you decide to act.

“Ukitake Taicho! Are you ok??” you move the curtain away to his room to discover he actually was more than ok. His green eyes widen; he looks at you with his mouth open from the side. He is completely naked in front of you, with his hard shaft in between his slender fingers, he is covered in sweat, with his hair a little dishevelled.

“(Name)-chan! wha- what- what are you doing h-ere?!! I thought I was alone!” he asks scandalized as you turn around to cover your eyes with your hands. You can’t ignore the beautiful image of his almost white skin subtly bathed by the warm flame of a candle, and the fact that his moans were motivated by pleasure.

“I’m sorry… Ukitake Taicho. I stayed here in case you felt bad, you seemed blushed during the day, and I was scared you might be running a fever…”

“I wasn’t sick, (Name)-chan… I’m not used to have you near me for so long” he whispers, as you hear him standing up. His wide frame rises behind you, one of his hands rest now over your shoulder. “It’s just you…” he mumbles, so soft and caring, but so sexy and arousing.

A smirk curls up your lips while you close the curtain and let him pull you, drag you… to sin…

➡ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐙𝐀���𝐀𝐊𝐈

You can’t tell me you simply “caught” him. There is no way you weren’t abducted by his manly grunts to look.

“You lose no time, huh? Yachiru just left with the other kids” you mock him, bending over the frame of his door. “Huh? The kid is always around, I have little to no time alone” he protests, never stopping his pumping motions.

You laugh sexily, and bite your lower lip. You are punishing him, nobody can but you. “No sex” you said. And no sex for such a beast is detrimental. “You are so needy, Kenny…” you purr, licking your teeth.

“Are you gonna come and suck my dick or you want a show?” “I wouldn’t mind you showing me how needy you are”

You are playing with fire, and you love it… almost as much as him. What you just suggested represents a challenge to him. And he will show you, and he is also gonna make you kneel in front of him sooner or later. His strong reiatsu raises like his arousal, growing like his hardness, sprouting, and overflowing.

Your lungs feels like they are being crushed by your ribs, his smirk turning into a devil smile as he pumps harder. Up and down. Precum dripping in between and over his knuckles, his wide chest covered in scars going up and down. His grunts like growls, feral and so hot, making cross your legs and regret your “sex prohibition”

He rips his eye patch; he wants you to finally succumb, and an upcoming orgasm can make his strong spiritual pressure become heavier for sure. So much that, as he wanted, your legs fail you and you end up kneeling on the ground.

“Hah!, you finally decided to suck my dick?” he laughs, standing up and walking towards you. “You- damn brute… conceal your reiatsu or else I’m gonna die before it” you protest, horny but on the verge of becoming hypoxic. “Fineee fineee, but only if you stick your tongue out for me”

[fengxun]

OF REBIRTH AND SOLACE – UKITAKE JUSHIRO X READER

He shares your pain and you share his, intertwining your souls in a way even the gods could not break. You are his just as much as he is yours.

TAGS.⠀gender-neutral reader; married life, fluff and hurt/comfort, light angst, vv self-indulgent. SFW. ~900 words

A/N.⠀he could fix me but he would want us to do it together. this is just a huge excuse for me to be sappy

CROSS-POSTED ON AO3

When you love, you love ardently. A part of your soul becomes intertwined with theirs just as they crawl into your veins and seek a home in your heart. Body, mind and soul, Ukitake Jushiro is yours, and you’ll do anything you can to keep it that way.

How could you not, when he looks at you as though you’re the one who hung all the stars in the night sky with your own hands? He looks at you like you’re the one who brings sunshine after the rain. He worships you like the only religion he’s known in his entire life is you, the one he’d so willingly given his whole being to. He holds your hands and kisses them knowing what they are capable of, what they have done. He’d give you the world if you asked, even if you don’t believe you are deserving of it.

Your name carries weight in Soul Society as a disgraced noble with blood on your hands. They don’t know you as a victim; to them, you are the offspring of a sinner on the prowl, a monster borne of evil and recklessness. The people’s sentiments are not unknown to you. Words like daggers pierce through your skin and threaten your very core time and time again, but you do not fight back. You bear the burden of your father’s blood, the result of his anger and hatred for the world.

You don’t believe there to be honour in your existence, but you continue to live. Hundreds of years have given you all the time you needed to build yourself back up again, salvaging the parts of you that were broken by those you once trusted. Even now, you’re still learning to love, to accept the love you’re given, to trust once more, and to have pride in your life again. You may be your father’s child, but you are not him. 

“My love,” Jushiro calls to you, his voice snapping you out of your daze. The scent of jasmine and green tea envelops you with comfort as he wraps his arms around your waist and presses a chaste kiss to your temple. In response, your lips curl into a small smile and you feel heat rush to your cheeks, your heart beating hard against your chest. “What’s on your mind?” 

You sigh quietly. You haven’t quite learned how to bring yourself to tell someone what you’re thinking or how you’re feeling yet. Vulnerability has never been your strong suit. A strict, disciplinary upbringing and the need to be respected—feared—set you a few steps back. In your entire life, you’ve grown most accustomed to either letting your actions speak for themselves or simply holding them back. But then comes your husband, the very personification of warmth himself, making you feel so safe and cared for that you’ll gladly give him a piece of your heart.

“The same things,” you murmur. To some, it’s vague and cryptic, but between the two of you, it’s progress. “I promise it’s nothing to worry about, Jushiro. It’s all good thoughts.”

He smiles softly. “About us?”

“About us and what my life has been since I met you.” Your words are slow, cautious, like you’re still processing them yourself. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this content in my life. It’s like I’m living the way I should be. With you.”

Jushiro gently turns you around to face him, cupping the side of your face with his hand and caressing your skin with his thumb like he always does. He’s fond of being close to you, having you in his arms or even being in yours. With you, he feels as though he’s in spring or summer, where the days are bright and lovely and always something to look forward to. He’s lived a very long time, loved and lost, felt the years pass by and weaken him little by little, but being with you makes him feel young again. It’s never too late, he thinks, and it certainly never is too late to start anew. 

“You make me the happiest man alive as well,” he says. The way he looks at you practically has you swooning, overflowing with nothing but love for him, and the reminder that this man loves all of you unconditionally is enough to bring tears to your eyes. He hushes you gently, leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head as he rubs soothing circles on your back. You hold on to him like a lifeline, listening to his heartbeat with your cheek pressed against his chest that lulls you into tranquillity. 

You love it here. You love being with him, and you love that he’s patient with you. You love that he’s so understanding and compassionate, that he never pressures you to open up to him. He shares your pain and you share his, intertwining your souls in a way even the gods could not break. You are his just as much as he is yours.

“I love you.”

The vow slips past your lips with much more ease compared to the first time you said it years ago. Your hand comes up to tuck his hair behind his ear, running your fingers through his silky smooth strands before he laces your fingers together, the warmth of his skin passing on to yours. The smile he gives you in return is more than you could ever ask for. As bright as the sun, as lovely as the spring. He leans down to kiss you, a promise of his own. 

“I love you too.”

[kyokutsu-sama]

Request for @dragon-anon I was trying to think of a scenario for him and what you sent me helped me a little bit with that (thank you).

I really enjoyed writing this one😊I hope you like it ❤️ Tw: smut content

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You were sitting in front of Jushiro's pond when he approached you and kissed the top of your head before sitting next to you. He was always so kind and everyone who knew him could tell by the kind eyes he had that you loved him so much.

"Are you feeling better, love?"- you asked

"Yes, much better now" - he smiled

He was a sick man and that morning you stayed by his side because he wasn't feeling well, you always sat next to him while he rested to make sure he would be okay. He loved your presence but he also used to urge you not to worry so much as he was fine, even though he was almost coughing his lungs out.

"I'm glad to see you smiling again"- you said as you brushed the white hairs from his face and combed them back

"I'm smiling because I'm seeing you"- he said caressing your face that seemed to blush a little

You giggled and kissed his cheek then, he hugged you close to him and you stayed there for a moment hugging while listening to the sound of the wind and the sound of the water. It was like a paradise, you thought.

You and he decided to go for a walk to a flowering field nearby and you and he had fun like two children running from one side to the other and picking flowers. You picked some white flowers and made a small crown and put it on his head, he thought it was cute and kept wearing it. You picked a few more and scattered them through his long hair, he looked so beautiful with all those flowers matching his hair.

The end of the afternoon arrived and they both returned, he still carried the flower crown in his hair that you had made for him.

He entered the room with you and you both let out long sighs after having fun in the flowering field all afternoon

"I loved being with you this afternoon"- he said hugging you from behind

"Me too, the flowers suit you"- you said turning your head to look at him

"But without a doubt they suit you better" - he turned you around and gave you a peck

"Actually, everything suits you well"- he said and you blushed a little again

Even though you had both been together for a long time, you still used to blush like the first time every time he praised you.

You just smiled and kissed him, putting your arms around his neck bringing him closer. He hugged you close to his body as he kissed you slowly, you slipped the captain's haori over his shoulders and removed it. His hands gave your waist a light squeeze when you started kissing his neck, he couldn't describe how much he liked having your lips giving him slight shivers.

He took small steps forward, guiding you to the futon mattress and laying down on top of you, you removed the flower crown from his head and placed it aside and kissed him again while your hands went to his kimono knot to remove it. He pulled away a little to remove it and tossing it aside, he untied the knot on your hakama and removed it too. You held the back of his head when he bent down to taste your lips again, he slid his lips to your neck and kissed it while one of his hands tried to take off your kimono. You threw it aside and held onto his hair as he started kissing your collarbone and then your breasts, his lips were like velvet kissing your nipples. You arched your back a little while he ran his hands and lips over your breasts, touching and kissing them, everything about him was gentle and passive, there was no rush , he just liked to enjoy every bit of that time with you.

He knelt down and ran his hands on each side of your panties, sliding them down your thighs and placing them next to the clothes, he slid one hand between your thighs to open them so he could see how much you needed him. He kissed the inside of one of your thighs and kissed down to your mound and then to your exposed and wet pussy, you spread your legs wider and arched a little when his tongue brushed against your clit. He put his arms around your thighs and pulled your body against his mouth, you held onto his hair while he worked between your legs. He loved to feel your hands pulling his hair while he licked you, feeling your hands going through his scalp was a sign that he was doing good for you and it turned him on.

"Ahh Jushiro… you're doing so well"- you moaned as you slightly rubbed your hips against him

He couldn't help but let out a little moan against your bud as he kissed and sucked it after hearing your beautiful voice moaning for him, you felt every shiver that his mouth sent throughout your body and you were loving it all. He didn't stop what he was doing until you came on his tongue and he licked that entire area that was dripping. He pulled away, licking his lips, trying not to waste any piece of what had flowed out, you felt your legs shaking after coming and your chest was rising and falling, panting. He removed the last pieces of clothing he was wearing and threw them aside, you got up from the mattress and went to him who was sitting in front of you.

"Let me please you a little too baby" - you whispered next to his ear

He took a long breath after hearing your words, you positioned yourself on his lap and slid your hand across his chest until you reached his cock and started stroking it. He closed his eyes and grunted a little when you slowly ran your hand from top to bottom, you couldn't help but find it cute how his face flushed and didn't hide the pleasure you were giving him. You gave a small smile and lowered yourself in the middle of him, he looked down and seeing you taking his cock in your mouth made him almost cum there.

"Ohh...t-that feels s-so good Y/n"- he whimpered and you looked up while licking the tip

You continued sucking and licking him while he held your head guiding your movements, you removed it from your mouth and placed yourself back on his lap, looking into his eyes.

"Just relax, I want to feel you inside of me"-you whispered against his lips

He held your face with one hand and kissed you warmly, you held his shoulders, slowly descending on his dick. You and he moaned into each other's mouths. You grabbed his long hair keeping him close while you rode him, he felt your insides tightened his dick and that feeling made him whimper with pleasure.

You always made a point of please him in every way possible because he was your beloved and you knew that you two couldn't always be like that. He loved every moment with you and would do anything to be with you. It was a mutual and special feeling.

"Fuck, I'm coming…"- you moaned, riding him faster and running one of your hands down his back, leaving marks on his skin

He hugged you and came along with you, filling you with his fluid until you were oozing. You placed your head on his shoulder as you combed his white hairs through your fingers, he was panting and his body was covered in sweat but without a doubt he felt better now even though you had exhausted him but he simply loved it.

"Are you alright Y/n?"-he asked in a breathy voice.

"I'm fine but a little exhausted"- you said looking into his sweet eyes

"Me too, you're going to kill one of these days"- he laughed and you laughed together

"And wouldn't you like to die while making love to your beloved?"

"I would love to, it would always be better than dying from a coughing fit"- he said and you laughed

"You won't, I promise. You're mine and we'll be together" - you said, moving his bangs and kissing his forehead

"I know my love, and I want to be by your side every day" - he said kissing you

You smiled and hugged him. He was without a doubt the kindest person you had ever met.

[suvidrache]

Single Parenting

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 347 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

Prompt: Jūshirō and Shunsui courting a single parent.

Author's Note: I have no kids of my own, I wouldn't know what it's like to be in this position. However, I do hope that you like it.

Jūshirō doesn't get out much due to his medical condition. However, he will try his best to get out more for you. On days that his health is bad, he may send over food for both you and your kid(s) or flowers for you. Maybe both. It depends. If you'd prefer dates in his house on bad days, despite his illness, he'll try to make it more romantic for you. He would help you out in any way that he can if you allow him to. However, he may hire some help if he can't do it himself. He would let the kid(s) come to him first, as he doesn't want to bother them or push them. He would buy gifts for them, but he wouldn't give them to them as he is unsure whether to or to not give. If they still have yet to accept him, he would only give gifts on the holidays/birthdays, and still let them come to him. If they accept him, then he would give gifts whenever he feels like it.

Shunsui would take you to many places wherever you said you wanted to go. Even if it was just a brief mention of said place. He didn't forget. He wouldn't forget when your child(ren), mentioned a favorite thing, subject, or color of theirs. He would get it for them and give them the gift the next time that he saw them. If you allowed him, he would take the kid(s) with him to places the both of you visit. It can either be a date with the two of you or a family date. He doesn't mind either way. If he had the key to your house and was allowed to enter as he pleased, he would knock before entering, and let himself in to clean or to help with whatever you had mentioned needing to be done earlier. You may or may not notice what he had done, but he would always leave a flower on your bed as proof of him being there.

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[brittscafe]

Hi there’s a scenario I’d like to request jushiro being jealous bc ppl are always trying to flirt or get with his lover so he kinda gets overprotective and possessive of her

Aw I love this :)

Eyes follow you all around the Soul Society, enchanted by your beauty and the way you carry yourself. Jushiro couldn't help, but notice. He's always by your side, watching as men fawn over you and practically drool from the mouth.

Those days his grip on you is even tighter or his sharp glare meets the man's eyes who's are steady on your figure. The days when the men try to flirt with you is when you can finally see just how jealous Jushiro really gets.

The two of you are walking in the Soul Society, side by side. Your eyes are steady on Jushiro as a man starts walking up to you.

"I just have to say, you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life," the man speaks and you turn your head towards him.

"Thank you," you mumble out, smiling kindly. Jushiro glances down at you then the man. Sometimes, he wishes you weren't so kind to others.

"It just baffles me how your skin glistens in the sunlight," the man continues to speak, reaching out his hand. Jushiro swiftly steps in front of you and smacks the man's hand down.

The smack rings throughout your eardrums and your eyes widen.

"Excuse me, sir. Do not put your hands on my partner," Jushiro speaks calmly, but his eyes are dark. Your eyes rake up and down Jushiro's back and the man nods his head.

"I'll be on my way then," the man clears his throat, quickly rushing off and disappearing around the corner. Jushiro slowly turns around and faces you, a soft expression across his face.

"Are you okay, my love?" Jushiro asks, reaching up and cupping your face. The warmth of his hands melts into your cheeks and you gaze up at him so lovingly.

"Yes. What you did was..." your voice trails off and Jushiro's breath hitches in his throat.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit him, but I couldn't watch him trying to touch you," Jushiro bows his head with shame. The corners of your lips curl up into a smile and you lift your hands up, pressing them against his.

"What you did was so romantic," you comment and Jushiro lifts his head up, eyes wide as they meet yours.

"You think that was romantic?" Jushiro asks, stepping closer to you and closing the distance. As he sways forward, his cologne hits your nostrils and you feel your entire body relaxes.

"I think it was very sweet of you, Jushiro. I kind of like it," you speak softly and Jushiro rests his forehead against yours, grinning proudly.

"I just want everyone to know that you're mine."

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Your Comfort First

It’s always been in my head that Ukitake is the kind of guy who doesn’t expect things to get physical even when you’re sharing a bed. He’ll happily oblige if you want to be snuggled or just held but unless you’ve given him consent he will never use your vulnerability while asleep to his advantage. Pure absolute fluff piece, lots of warm fuzziness.

It’s your first time sleeping over and despite all the reassurances Ukitake has given you, you’re nervous. Of course you trust him to never go against your will but deep down you feel like you’re disappointing him.

You sigh deeply, already feeling vulnerable in your pajamas, but step into the bedroom. The sight you see fills you with a deep rush of affection for your boyfriend.

Ukitake has filled your half of the bed with all the comfiest pillows he can find, making a small nest of sorts, a fluffy blanket folded neatly at the foot of the bed. He turns around as he hears you approach and smiles.

“I hoped to relieve some of your anxiety Y/n. I hope this reassures you about tonight’s expectations. If you feel uncomfortable, you’re welcome to just put a pillow between us.”

The gesture melts your heart. You walk over and embrace him.

“Thank you Ukitake. It really means a lot. I don’t think I’ll put a pillow between us but the fact that you said it would be fine if I did…it helps..”

He holds you tightly, resting his cheek against your hair, patting your back comfortingly. “Of course. You’re my favorite person in the world and I want you to be happy here. You’ll be here more often from now on, no?”

He lets go and walks over to his side of the bed and shows you a book that was resting on his night stand. Your eyes widen as you see the cover. It’s your favorite book since you were a child.

“I thought we might read together, to ease ourselves into the concept of sharing a bed..”

This man always surprises you in the best ways. Your heart swells with love. “I can’t believe you remembered this was my favorite book growing up.”

He chuckles at your comment. “Of course I did. Did you think I don’t pay attention to the things you love?”

Most of your trepidation fades and you crawl into your pillow nest, pulling up the blanket over your legs. Ukitake joins you on his side, adjusting himself on his pillows, resting the book so that he could read.

“Do you want to come closer?”

You shuffle closer so that your head rests on his shoulder and you can see the words on the page. The feeling is tender and sweet.

He places a kiss on the top of your hair, then turns his attention to the book. Taking a breath he begins to read aloud.

“Chapter one. The Bad Beginning. If you are interested in happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book…”

You smile as he reads, changing his voice for each different character. About halfway into the chapter, you feel your eyelids drooping. You try your best to stay awake but his voice is soothing and the bed is warm and cozy.

You fall asleep, snuggled against him. Sensing the change in your breathing, he glances over, smiling softly at your sleeping form.

Mission accomplished. He just wanted you to sleep peacefully next to him. He carefully adjusts you so that your head is on a pillow and turns off the light.

“Sleep well Y/n.”

[thefarminggoblin]

Can’t sleep, daydreaming about a first kiss with Ukitake.

This was intended to be just a short little set of headcanons but once again turned into a whole scenario.

Picture this: spending the evening drinking tea and snacking with both Ukitake and Kyoraku (who would be drinking sake…), after an a major event like Byakuya or Kaien’s wedding by having your own little intimate celebration/after party together.

Fireflies are dancing around, the full moon is out and the gentle chirping of crickets and other insects accompany everyone’s laughter as Ukitake wins yet another round of Shogi - making Kyoraku pout. It’s been a good day for Ukitake, not a single cough or feeling of unease, so he intends to make the most out of every second.

Kyoraku stands and stretches, yawning loudly, “Well, that’s probably enough for me tonight. I’ve got work to do in the world of the living tomorrow, so I can’t really risk a hangover.”

You smirk, “You’re not leaving because you’re sore about losing are you?”

He chuckles, “Naaaah. Lisa will have my head if I stay too much longer. I don’t want to risk being scolded.” He smirks, a twinkle of mischief in his eye, “Plus the eyes you two have been making at each other all night is starting to make me feel a little intrusive.”

Ukitake chokes on his tea, spluttering and coughing as you feel your face heat up, even as you quickly move to his side to rub his back, hoping this hasn’t triggered a coughing fit, “What do you mean “eyes your two are making?!” What eyes?!”

He laughs loudly, “I’ll leave you two alone to figure it out. Goodnight!” And then he’s gone, disappearing right in front of you as he uses his shunpo to leave.

Once Ukitake has recovered, he straightens himself up and takes a sip of tea to clear his throat, a wry expression on his face, “Cheeky bastard.”

You laugh, “Has he always been so shameless?”

He sets the cup down and huffs a laugh, “In our academy days, yes. But he’s never really teased me so brazenly over…” he shakes his head, taking another sip of his tea.

Your heart quickens, and suddenly you are keenly aware of how closely to two of you are sitting.

“Over…?” You have a feeling that the two of you would eventually have this conversation - you’d been flirting with each other over the past few months, mostly just lingering gazes during meetings, lingering touches when you pass things to each other, and more compliments than usual on each other’s appearances that could be interpreted as mere friendship. Today was no exception: you’d sat next to him the entire evening at the wedding celebration, and over the course of the night the two of you had gravitated towards each other, your sides eventually touching. And neither of you had made to move away or mention it. And as he helped you stand up - ever the gentleman - he did not let go of your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles, and looked as though he was about to say something. Then Kyoraku had appeared suddenly from out of nowhere and suggested you continue the celebration together. You didn’t miss his shoulders slumping over in obvious disappointment as he let go of your hand and lead the way to his quarters.

Now, the soft light from the fireflies and the moon illuminates his handsome face. You notice that his cheeks have darkened noticeably as he turns to face you. His gaze seems a little conflicted as his lips are drawn in a thin line. That same expression from earlier, but more determined.

With a soft sigh, he takes your hand in his and gives you a small smile, “Is it not obvious?”

You move a little closer to him, your eyes searching his face, “Maybe, maybe not.”

His face moves even closer to yours, his eyes half lidded and glancing rapidly between your eyes and lips. His lips are mere inches away from your own he whispers, “Allow me to make things a little clearer for you, then…”

He closes the short distance between you and delicately brushes his lips across yours, enough for it to barely be considered a kiss - it’s like he’s gauging your reaction, preparing to pull away if he senses the slightest amount of discomfort. When you don’t pull away, he pushes his lips against yours ever so gently and brings a hand up to brush his knuckles against your cheek, so soft it feels like a butterfly has landed on your face.

It would be such a slow, tender, intimate kiss. With him gently and rhythmically guiding your movements. It wouldn’t get too heated. It would be one of those kisses that makes your heart ache with longing, but neither of you would want to ruin the sweet and tender moment by giving in to your baser instincts. It would be more about intimacy and being close to each other.

It would turn into an opened mouth kiss and there would be tongues involved - because intimacy and being as close as possible to you is a huge thing for him and he wouldn’t be able to help himself - but only very fleetingly. The second your lips shift to openly glide over each other’s, he’d shakily sigh into your mouth, maybe even whisper your name.

He would only really swipe his tongue over your lips as he moves. Not venturing too deeply, nothing too tame, but somewhere right in the middle. He’d alternate between caressing and cupping your face with one hand to gently cupping the back your neck and slowly stroking your hairline. The other hand would be splayed across the small of your back. He wouldn’t be forceful at all. His hands wouldn’t be pulling you in; it would be more like he’s wanting to enjoy and appreciate the feel of your skin/body against his. Just relishing the intimacy of the moment.

It wouldn’t be a short affair. He wants to take his time with you, and his sweet yet sensual kisses are addicting. Ukitake would slowly glide his lips over yours, letting out little sighs, gasps, tiny moans and even some breathy chuckles if you decide to playfully tease him by giving him soft pecks, retaliating by kissing the corner of your mouth occasionally.

He’d eventually pull away with a shuddering breath before pressing gentle kisses to your cheek, overcome with emotion. He’d kiss the tip of your nose and forehead before resting his forehead on yours, nuzzling your noses together.

If you cup his face, he’d nuzzle into it and kiss your palm, then take your hand in his and kiss down to your wrist before intertwining your fingers with his.

There’s be no words after. There would be no need. Just gentle gazes, smiles and touches. It’s pretty clear that you both feel the same. He’d eventually move you around to sit in front of him with your back against his chest and him holding you from behind, alternating between slowly running his hands up and down your arms, wrapping his own around your waist and taking your hands and intertwining them as you watch the fireflies together, enjoying each other’s presence. He’d occasionally press kisses to the top of your head, and if you lean back and rest your head on his shoulder, he’d kiss your temple too.

He’d walk you back to your room, and kiss you goodbye in the same way. Slowly. Tenderly. Longingly.

He’d kiss you on the back of the hand and give you a soft look (much like the accompanying screen cap for this post), his soft brown eyes shining with happiness, before saying a simple “goodnight” and using his shunpo to leave.

Your lips tingle for hours afterwards, your heart still racing, wondering if he, too, is laying awake, overcome with emotion.

And you’d be right.

[blueparadis]

For Ukitake, it is not a cup of tea to hide things from Kyoraku. He has been with him since his school days but at the same time, he does not want him to know about her midnight visits with him. It starts off with blowing off some steam but ends up in what if(s) and but(s).

So, during a meeting when she cracks her fingers, stretches, and bends her neck a little while Kyoraku just says, "Late night, huh?" and that's when Ukitake realizes the reason for her exhaustion. His blood gushes into his body in all proportions, ears, and cheeks and what not lol; his body feels so warm that he can feel his hands getting cold against his cheeks. He is embarrassed for sure but secretly joyous that the reason is him. No, he does not glance at her, not even once just hears her saying, "ask your friend." How does a man keep his calm after that?

But Kyoraku puts the cherry on top saying, " I don't need to.", whispering the rest, "I know." and that makes her giggle since she remembers how many times Jushiro mentioned when she was asleep, that Kyoraku knows him too well to ignore his mood shifts, change in behavior around her, even if its the littlest

[vampi-fixx]

📝

For Ukitake of Bleach acclaim, pws, Tati wati 🥺

tw/cw: 18+ only, blowjobs, creampies, sex toys

jushiro ukitake;

📝 = why they're on Santa's naughty list this year

Let’s get this straight--Ukitake would not be on Santa's naughty list of his own fault. In his younger days, maybe. But as Captain of the 13th Division? He’s a respectable, responsible man.

His partner on the other hand? A terrible influence. He’s unable to resist their whims. Due to a series of actions that may or may not have been initiated by them, he landed firmly on that list this year.

Reason one: Accepting a blowjob right before a Captain's meeting.

“Ah, my love,” Ukitake murmurs. “I’m going to be late.”

His hand tangles in your hair. He means to pet your head, to reassure you of a job well done, but when you swallow him deeper, he tightens its grip. He lets out a strangled grunt.

“My love,” he says again, more urgent now. “Please.”

Staring up through your lashes at Ukitake’s strained face, you release him with a pop, strings of saliva connecting your mouth to his length. 

His cock throbs at the sight. 

“But Jushiro~ We just got started.” 

You purse your lips, batting your lashes at him. 

Ukitake’s conflicted. His gaze darts between your parted mouth, pink and glossy, ever the invitation. Then to the Hell Butterfly which sits perched on his desk, waiting patiently. 

“It’s... not right,” he argues weakly, dabbing at the sweat on his brow. But you look so eager to please, so eager to relieve some of his stress. He sighs, knowing he cannot resist. Leaning back against his desk, he parts his legs slightly. He shoos the butterfly away, his back obscures the sight of you from his open window. 

Ukitake arrives to the meeting late with a full-body flush, explaining briefly that he had another flare-up of his condition. No one thinks to argue the excuse, even if his hakama seems to be put on backwards. 

Reason two: Fucking on his work desk.

Ukitake muffles a groan against the side of your neck as his cock sinks into you. There is no greater bliss, he thinks, than to be joined with you so intimately. Your walls seem to suck him in, urging him to go deeper, to fill you even further. He is powerless to resist, his hips canting against yours, your moans and his entwining to create a symphony of desire. 

He fills you with his seed with a shudder, his muscles pulled taut, every fiber of him thrumming in ecstasy. By the time he pulls out, his spend is so substantial that it trickles out of you, some drops landing on the important paperwork he set aside. 

“That... might be a problem,” he says sheepishly. 

Reason three: Leaving a toy inside you as he tries to catch up on paperwork.

“Jushiro... Jushiro, please.”

Ukitake’s quill briefly pauses, as if he is considering your pleas, before it continues moving across the page. As yours pleas continue though, he sighs, stopping entirely. He gives you a rueful smile. 

“I thought this would help satiate your urges until I finished, dearest?”

Your legs squirm around the makeshift cock. You had been going at it for several minutes, but were nowhere near completion. The ache between your legs merely increased in intensity. 

“N-Need you, Jushiro. Need you—mm—i-inside me,” you say with a broken moan.

Ukitake appraises the paperwork before him, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you. His mewling, needy spouse. What kind of husband would he be to deny you in your time of need? His hand is already undoing the ties to his hakama as he approaches you. Surely... not one fit to be a Captain... He had a duty to his work, yes, but an even greater duty to fulfilling your needs.

Or, in your case, just filling you.

(The thing with Ukitake though--Santa loves him enough that he still leaves him a present. No coal for this man.)

[emiliyaolafsen]

*angel feather sounds*

Captain Ukitake is so sweet I can’t

[sashi-ya]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

⭒ pairing: jushiro ukitake x gn! reader. ⭒ requested by @dragon-anon ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 J's lullaby (darling I'll wait for you) by D. Bailey 𝄞 ⭒ tw: SPOILERS MANGA CH. 621! angsty as fuck. I'M SORRY. It's sweet though; but the song... | wc: 0.4k

White strands tickling on your arms. Cold hands around your waist, and a moon you know it could be your last.

A soft song, in between destruction, plays like a caress to your broken hearts.

Nobody knows him like you do; and the taste of his blood is the acrid flavour of a reality you wouldn’t ever accept.

But tonight, you do.

“Is it really necessary, lovely?” you ask, one more time. Even if the answer is already very clear.

“My sweet, (Name)…” he sighs, kissing the bridge of your nose as both bodies move in unison to slow melodies.

Jushiro has decided that his faith had always been this. He knew his life lasted as long as it did because of this moment. He couldn’t hide it from you anymore, even if you always knew.

You prayed. You cried and begged.

“Don’t do it, lovely. Don’t do it, Jushiro… please. I wish you could give me some more time…” “It is only, and because of you. I need to protect you… please, understand…”

You knew, and you would have given him the Sun, the stars, all of the time if he asked you to… he could have your universe, too.

And the song, of that last night, keeps playing. Dancing, to an inevitable ending you both drift.

Jushiro promises, wiping the tear pooling in your cheek, that it wouldn’t be the end.

But please, darling… I wish that you could give me some more time. You haven’t been mine enough time….

But the shadow on his back, and the hand that stopped his life. And the inked that spilled until he fell into your arms, with the sweetest smile on pale lifeless lips.

He saved you. Yes. He gave you time. To you. To your friends. and for the whole universe too.

The sky you wanted to hold in your arms, it was all for you.

And he will always be yours, but not this time. You will wait for him, or he will wait for you…