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THAT STARE 😮‍💨😼

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pt 2

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Tragic story 💔

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Grief

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“Upwards to the Moon” Guqin song by 自得琴社 Zi De Guqin Studio

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Soft Skin

Prompt: [Fem] Reader receives a pleasant surprise when she sees Colossus without his armor for the first time.

Notes: As requested by Anon! Nothin’ but fluff. I also used comic Colossus for reference for basic descriptions and stuff because wow he’s so cute

Word Count: 2.4k

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The first place you typically go looking for Colossus when he’s nowhere to be found is outside. He likes spending most of his time outdoors, because, for one, fresh air is invigorating and healthy, and, for another, it’s where most of the students like to hang out, too. They can be found sitting on benches or sprawled on the grass or parading through the gardens, and it’s easier to chaperone them in relatively open space versus the mansion, where there’s an impossible number of rooms and an impossible number of places to sneak away to. That, and you know he just loves nature - the smell of the garden flowers, the twitting and chirping of the birds, the spectacular view of the rolling grassy hills and the dense forest that surrounds the land; he has a massive fondness and appreciation for all of it. It’s super endearing, to say the least.

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Just spent the day reading back about two years on you’re page. You’re so very good at nailing characters, pun intended but also a compliment! I would like to request a HC about Jushiro finding his partner who hid under his desk for a kinky surprise. Would really love it if he had to carry on a conversation while getting head. Thanks in advance!!

Thank you so much! I know you asked for headcanons, but I think this would work better as a scenario~ I used this picture for...reasons.

Jushiro Ukitake

Jushiro doesn’t know how you’ve accomplished it. He didn’t sense your reiatsu at all when he walked into his office. He had no idea you were there until he sat down behind his desk and discovered that his legs weren’t alone in the space beneath. 

Startled, he glances down to find your face peering up at him, a finger pressed to your lips. At any other time he’d chuckle at you and order you out from there. 

That, however, isn’t a possibility with the po-faced Kuchiki-taicho taking up position across the desk from him. He has to settle for raising an eyebrow and hoping you don’t make any noise. He presumes you are hiding from Sentaro and Kiyone or something. The gods know, he often wants to hide from them himself.

"It’s good to see you, Byakuya," he says. Courtesy takes over before common sense can interject. "Would you like to take a seat?"

"No." Kuchiki’s voice is as stiff as the starched collar on that fancy white coat of his.

Thank the gods.

"Then what can I do for you?"

He already has a good idea of what Byakuya wants to discuss, but it’s hard to keep his thoughts together when you’re wedged between his knees. A weight settles into his lap;.his breath catches, startled. But it’s just you laying your head in his thigh. An affectionate gesture you’ve done many times before, though the current circumstances are rather unusual. Normally he’d stroke your hair but reaching underneath the desk will look decidedly odd while Byakuya is staring him down.

"Word has reached me that you still intend to raise Rukia to an officer’s position," Byakuya says, his impassive tone at odds with the cold glint in his grey eyes. "Against my express wishes."

Jushiro gives a soft grunt. He just felt a tug on his hakama ties, followed by the sensation of the garment being peeled away from his lap.

What do you think you’re doing!?

"Have you nothing else to say?" Byakuya presses. "I made my thoughts on the matter clear."

Jushiro is annoyed in two parts. First, that Byakuya, whom he used to teach as a child, has come to lecture him on his sister’s welfare. It’s bitterly ironic, given that a few months ago Byakuya was condemning her to death, while Ukitake was prepared to bring down the whole damn Seireitei to save his subordinate. The second, that you chose today of all days to do this.

"Your thoughts are not in doubt," Jushiro manages, his eyebrows twitching into a frown at the undeniable sensation of you freeing his dick from his hakama.

It hardens under your touch, standing proud at its full length. It shames him, how much the unfolding situation arouses him.. He takes a deep breath as you stroke him, the warm glide of your touch over and over, followed by the sly, wet flick of your tongue.

Gods, you’re not going to… Not here?

"Then you intend to-" Byakuya stops, noting the faint flush on the older taicho’s face. He must be coming down with a fever. "If you feel you must go through with this, then I ask that you promote her to one of the lower positions. Anything below fifteenth seat should do."

Jushiro can’t formulate words for a few seconds. His hands grip the edge of the desk, trying to deal with the fact that you’ve just taken the head of his cock into your mouth and started to work it with your lips and tongue.

He finally finds his voice, deeper than usual. "That is not for you to decide, Byakuya."

Slowly, you slide your palms up his firm thighs, the fabric of his hakama bunching under your hands. Squeeze. Jushiro's legs tense under your touch, his breath hitches noticably.

"Are you well?" Byakuya asks, the barest hint of a frown creasing between his eyebrows. He still won’t put this matter aside, even if Ukitake is ill. It is too important. "All I ask for is your word that you won't put her in danger."

Jushiro puts a firm hand on your head, his chastisement clear. You'll be scolded for this later, but his fingers curl into your hair. An order to continue. Heat throbs in your core. Things get interesting when Jushiro is in a mood like this. He clears his throat to cover the faint pop when you release him from your mouth, stroking him.

“I’m fine,” he says, drumming the fingers of his free hand on top of the desk. “But I am not going to be ordered around in my own division, and told where to place one of my subordinates. The law is clear on that, Byakuya.”

Each taicho has the right to run their division like their own little kingdom. It’s how Kurotsuchi gets away with doing the things he does. Jushiro frowns to conceal a wince when you engulf him again. Fuck, your mouth is so warm. You’re working him like an expert. The muscles in his lower back and thighs twinge, tightening.

Gods, he’s that close already? He really is just a dirty old man, enjoying this so much. It’s like something Shunsui would do, rather than him, but... 

“But, as your she is your sister, I will do you the courtesy of informing you beforehand. I intend to make her my fukutaicho.”

Byakuya’s eyes widen. “What?”

Jushiro grunts, gritting his teeth as your tongue swirls over his head, lapping at him like he’s a melting ice cream.

“I have made my decision,” he says. “I won’t change it. If that’s everything...”

Please, in the name of the Soul King, leave.

But Byakuya stands there, a statue. 

“Look.” The word comes out strangled. Jushiro masks it with a cough. “She has proven herself more than capable. I...I understand you want to protect her, but you can’t st-stymie her.”

He sucks in a breath, because you seem intent on sucking the life out of him. He’s hard, throbbing, on the verge of release, and you’re utterly merciless, sliding him all the way to the back of your throat and working your tongue... Then your hand- no! underneath, cupping him-

“My decision is final,” he croaks out. “You can’t change my mind. T-Take my advice. D-don’t try to i...ah...influence her as her brother. Congratulate her. You...you owe her that much-nngh!”

Clamping a hand over his mouth, Jushiro does the only thing he can think of. He feigns a coughing fit. His stomach clenches as he comes, that sweet, hot ache reaching a peak he can’t sustain any longer. His seed fills your mouth, illicitly earned and dutifully swallowed. 

The taicho slumps against his desk, locks of white hair falling around his flushed face. He pretends to wipe his mouth on the back of his wrist, secretly muffling a groan as you set about cleaning him up. Slow, lingering strokes of your tongue on his abused, over-sensitive flesh.

The two of you will be having words later.

Byakuya’s expression flattens. He’ll get nowhere when Ukitake is like this. The man can be stubborn as a mule when it comes to his subordinates, and witnessing him in his ill state won’t improve matters.

“We will discuss this again, Ukitake,” he says, before sweeping out of the office.

Jushiro waits for the door to click before saggiing back against his chair. His dark eyes glint as he stares down at you, grinning mischievously between his thighs. You’ve redone his hakama, so the only evidence of what went on is the smug look on your face and the flush on his cheeks.

“I suppose I’m lucky you didn’t do that when Shunsui was here,” he says dryly, shaking his head. “He wouldn’t have bought the coughing for a moment.”