#ukitake jūshirō

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Im a dm irl btw

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Old Man Yaoi Real

[justkaktus]

Q: Do you ever think that shinigami threat you unfairly? Did you feel like you were being used?

Q: Be a volunteer. What’s your day of good deeds?

[bjorkshire-pudding]

Why is there such a lack of Uki merch? 😭

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Jushiro Ukitake

angel among shinigami

[moonymiw]

“Farewell.”

“We’ll meet each other soon.”

— reference: A Room with a View (movie 1985)

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Them

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[cherryblossombankai]

Day 7: Cock Warming with Jushiro Ukitake

Warnings: fem!reader, cock warming, fluff

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He used to push you away when he didn’t feel well. He didn’t want you to worry about him or worse, feel obligated to take care of him. However, when he realizes you just want to be close to him, even on the bad days, he becomes so clingy. When he’s not feeling well, all he wants is you in his arms under a soft blanket. 

That’s never enough though. He doesn’t want to just hold you in his arms. He wants to lose himself in you. There’s no better comfort than being intertwined at the root with his beloved. 

“I want to be closer,” he whines. His breath is warm and soft against your neck as he nuzzles against you. His hips rut, the length of his cock brushing against your leg. 

“You’re too sick right now for us to—” 

“I don’t have to exert myself, I just want to be inside of you,” he pleads. “I want to feel you close to me.” 

You make the mistake of looking into those beautiful green eyes, so round and sincere. You’re a goner, and he gets his way as you knew he would. 

Before you know it, you’re being spooned by him while his cock stretches your insides. Every twitch from your walls is a tiny bit of heaven to him, but true to his word, he stays still. His head is resting against your shoulder. He’s utterly relaxed right now. Every ache and pain in his body has dulled for the time being, muted by the warmth of you. Long, slender fingers draw tiny patterns on your thigh as he hums contently. This is perfection found in the quietest of moments. Years had passed him by where days spent sick in bed were miserable and lonely, but now you’re with him. He can feel attached even when his own body has betrayed him for the day. 

“Does this make you happy?” you ask, your voice is full of genuine softness. 

“So very, very happy.”

You lay in his arms, listening to him breathe behind you. He shifts his position slightly, making you whine as his cock kisses your walls at a new angle. He strokes your thigh once more. 

“Sorry, darling,” he says against your ear. 

 You lay like this for hours, safe in an embrace between lovers. Eventually, you fall asleep counting his breaths. 

[veilsofroses]

Hellow can I request for a jushiro x reader for the first time they have sex which jushiro initiates because they’ve been dating for a year.

Jushiro Ukitake x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI 18+, NSFW, smut, praise, vaginal fingering, penetration, no protection, creampie author’s note: so so sorry this took so long 💔💔💔 still enjoyed writing it tho, added a lil spin to it. this is for my ukitake lovers out there!!!!! i get it!!! word count: 2.4k

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You slam the book on your lap shut with a huff. The two shinigami passing by jump, then scurry along. You had reread the same page about five times now, too lost in thought to focus so you give up. 

You stay seated for a moment, closing your eyes and dwelling on your thoughts. Tomorrow was going to be your one year anniversary with Jushiro, your loving, ever-so-sweet, captain of a boyfriend. Honestly, you really couldn’t ask for anyone better, he was the perfect man for you—kind, caring, beautiful, brave. But one thing irked you more than it should. 

He had yet to take you to bed. Sure, you’ve laid down and slept together, but never slept together, and it was really starting to hurt your pride. It made you question. Was this his way of being respectful or was there something about you-

You didn’t finish the thought. Jushiro was the perfect boyfriend in every way, there’s no reason for you to complain. In that year, he’s treated you better than you’ve been treated your entire life. But even so… 

You open your eyes, sighing rather loudly. 

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Jushiro’s soft voice fills your ears. Your head snaps in his direction, sitting up straight in the chair you sat in. 

Jushiro approaches you, his captain’s robe flowing behind him. He wears that usual warm smile that always melts your heart. “Oh! Uh—yes, yes, I’m fine, everything’s fine,” you reassure him, waving your hand and standing from your chair, praying he doesn’t pry. 

He tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed, his long hair slipping from his shoulder. He doesn’t seem convinced, reaching out a hand towards you. You grab it before it reaches you, “I’m just hungry, that’s all,” you decide that’s the best excuse, giving him an overly wide smile. It wasn’t entirely a lie, you could eat. 

He gives you a defeated smile, grasping your other hand with his, understanding. His thumb brushes over your hand, “Alright if you say so. Let’s head to the dining hall then?” 

You give him a genuine smile, thankful he knows when to leave it alone, and nod, letting him lead you along to the hall. 

Once at the hall, food in hand, he leads you to a table where Shunsui sits with Nanao, both deep into their meals. They offer polite greetings when you sit. 

Shunsui clears his throat, “Captain Ukitake tells me tomorrow is officially your one year of being together,” he comments casually, leaning back in his seat. 

Jushiro rubs his forehead and grumbles softly, clearly a bit embarrassed Shunsui just exposed that he talks about you, though he was sure you knew that he did by now. 

You chuckle awkwardly, “Oh, yeah it is!” you say with feigned excitement. Normally you’re eager to talk about it—you love Jushiro and want everyone to know it, but you just can’t seem to muster a genuine response. You hope they don’t notice. 

Shunsui doesn’t and chuckles, continuing, “All I know is that you’re one lucky gal. He’ll tell you I was the ‘womanizer’ of the two of us but I heard tales from the girls. He’s not inno- AGH!” 

He’s cut off by Nanao smacking the back of his head with a clipboard. “Jeez,” he says, rubbing the area. “In what world is it a decent idea to tell Y/n that,” she scolds him. Jushiro sits silently, his head in his hands, questioning his choice of friendship. 

“Seems he must have wasted all his energy on those flings,” you find yourself saying, unable to catch yourself, your voice hard. 

The table goes silent, all three of them looking at you wide-eyed, caught completely off guard by your words. You can’t bear their staring any longer so you stand up, the chair scraping behind you, and you storm off, leaving your food on the table barely touched. 

Jushiro watches you march off, mouth agape, words caught in his throat. It was unusual for you to act this way.

“Trouble in paradise, huh- AGH! Again?” Shunsui looks at Nanao pleadingly. 

“Look at what you caused,” she shakes her head. 

Jushiro stares at the doorway you disappeared through before getting up and racing in the same direction without a word. 

You reach your private room, slamming the door shut behind you, and bursting into tears. You make for your bed, plopping down on the edge, your head in your hands. You made a fool of yourself, letting yourself say such a thing about the man you love, in front of his friends, on top of that. You didn’t deserve him. 

You don’t hear your door open and close quietly between your uncontrolled heaves. You only realize when a force weighs down the bed and wraps his arms firmly around you, turning your face to his. 

Worried green eyes rake over your face, “Y/n, what’s the matter?” his voice pleading, it stings your heart. Your regret for your actions deepen, you were being immature. 

No, you had a right to feel this way, but he also had the right to know why. 

You sniffle, attempting to compose yourself before you speak. He patiently wipes away your tears with a thumb, holding your face. You put your hand over his and he looks at you expectantly. 

“I just- I wish-“ you struggle to find the words but he just waits quietly, brushing a strand of tear-soaked hair out of your face. “Jushiro, why haven’t you slept with me yet?” It was a more direct approach than you anticipated to take but you suppose this got the job done. 

His eyes widen, his head jerking back slightly, clearly not expecting such a question. “Why haven’t I..” he trails off. 

You explain further, “I just.. I feel a bit.. rejected,” you look down, embarrassed at the confession. “Maybe I just haven’t been forward enough with my advances but I’ve never felt your desire to take it any further with me and it makes me question if there’s something about me that you don’t-“

He suddenly grips your shoulders, “No!” his voice desperate to prove something. 

You blink, “No?”

He also blinks and realizes how hard he’s gripping you and lets go, holding your hands instead, “I-I mean, no, of course not! I love everything about you. I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized you felt this way.” 

“Then why?” your voice cracks and that breaks something inside him. He sighs deeply, “What Shunsui said was true. I suppose I.. messed around a lot as an adolescent,” something uncomfortable stirs in your stomach at this, “but it’s for that same reason that I waited so long with you.” 

You tilt your head, “I don’t understand.” 

He puts a soft hand on your cheek but his eyes are serious, “I wanted to prove to you that I am serious about you. You’re not just another fling or something casual, I hope to spend the rest of eternity with you. I wanted you to feel respected. But it seems my foolish attempts made you feel the exact opposite,” he looks down, sighing in disappointment in himself. 

Of course, he would. You had heard from the other captains that he had matured a great deal since his youth. It made perfect sense for him to think that way. With someone like Shunsui around, it was inevitable for you to find out about his past antics, and because of that, he didn’t want you to feel like you were just another one of those girls, so he was probably waiting for you to openly say it was okay. You shake your head, you should’ve known and now you feel silly. You’re about to respond but he continues, his face flushing just enough for you to notice. “The truth is, holding back from you hasn’t been any easy feat. Now I find out you were waiting on me, and it angers me that I didn’t do this any sooner.” 

Before you can ask what he means, he pulls your lips into his, his hand firmly on the back of your neck. You yelp in surprise, your hands falling to his chest, not used to this boldness from him but you give in immediately, the built up desire from the last year finally having an outlet. 

He pushes you back against the bed, his lips never leaving yours, his long, white hair falling to your sides, caging you in. You eagerly oblige, opening your legs, the erection you hadn’t noticed brushing against you, making both of you gasp. He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks red. “I’m so sorry, love. I never meant to make you feel unloved in any way.” 

You shake your head, putting a finger on his lips to shush him. “Enough of that. I know, Jushiro. Make it up to me now,” you smile softly but your words make his green eyes darken, lost in your gaze. He wastes no time in reconnecting your lips, this kiss much hungrier than the last. 

His hands roam your body, drinking in every curve, and you arch against him, desperate for his touch. 

He trails kisses from your mouth to your cheek, then down your jaw to your neck. You moan into his ear and feel him shiver at the sound, letting out a low groan. He grabs the collar of your uniform, pulling it off your shoulders, revealing your collarbones and bare breasts to him. 

He pulls back, unable to reel in his blatant staring. You lay there, smug, watching his face redden at the sight. “I-Is this okay?” his voice is barely a whisper, his composure gone. He brings his eyes up to yours, seeking. 

You answer by slipping your arms out of the top, your upper body now fully exposed, and by pulling his down, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. “Understood,” he breathes out, drinking you in once again before pouncing back on you. 

Despite his hurried kiss, his tongue is gentle, tracing your lips, asking for entrance, which you grant. You run your hands through his hair, tugging and pulling. He tugs at your pants and you lift your hips, allowing them to slip off easily without breaking the kiss. You do the same for him, his hard cock slapping on your stomach after being freed.

Jushiro’s skin was hot against yours, your bodies trying to feel every inch of each other. Each movement grinds his length against your stomach. 

He reaches his hand down to your thighs, squeezing and tracing his fingers along the sides of your core. Damn him. “I didn’t take you for such a tease,” you grind out in between kisses. He smiles against your mouth, brushing his fingers over your slick folds. You gasp, arching into him, your peaked nipples agonizingly rubbing against his chest. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, pushing his forehead against yours, sliding in one finger, then two. “J-Jushiro,” you moan out, his thick fingers stretching you out, preparing you for him. You feel his cock twitch. 

You grab his cock in your hand, earning a guttural moan you felt in your core, your walls swelling around his fingers gliding smoothly in and out, covered by your wetness.

You pump him slowly, Jushiro matching your pace with his fingers. His forehead on yours, he stares so intensely into your eyes, showing you all of him and trying to see all of you. 

You meet his lips once again, your pace on each other quickening. Wet sounds along with muffled moans fill your room, his fingers eventually outpacing your hand as you feel your climax approaching. 

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers gently, your hips buck against his hand and he curls his fingers inside you, reaching your release, and you scream out, high-pitched and rough. 

He hardly gives you enough time to recover when he’s already flipping you over, putting you on top of him, his hands on your waist. 

“I want to see all of you,” he tries and fails to keep a composed voice, sounding raw. You lift up from his chest, taking him in below you, his white hair splayed out, wild, and yet, he looked as beautiful as ever. You steadily hold his gaze while you lift up, lining his throbbing cock against your soaked entrance, and watch his face as you slam down, taking his full length at once. 

He cries out, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, his eyebrows twitching. His grip on your hips tightens as you also cry out, his thick cock burying deep inside you, stretching you out more than you ever have. 

His hands offer support, helping lift you up only to push you back down, his cock filling you up with each thrust. “Oh, Y/n-” he can hardly speak with you taking him in deeper and deeper each time, your pace quickening, skin slapping against skin.

He grinds his teeth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise. But that doesn’t stop you from bouncing on him over and over. You throw your head back with a loud moan, squeezing your own tits. The sight along with your tight pussy squeezing his thick girth is enough to kill him. 

"Ah- J-Just like that-" he can hardly get the sentence out. His legs start to spasm, his hips bucking up against you, pushing his length deeper into your swollen hole, releasing broken cries. His orgasm comes rushing at him with one final thrust, and he spills everything he has into your wet pussy, lining every inch of your walls with hot cum. 

He releases your hips, his arms flopping down on the bed beside him with a thud, and you flopping down in his chest. Nothing but heavy, ragged breaths are heard, both of your hearts about to beat out of your chests. Your bodies are hot and sticky with sweat but you don’t move away from each other. 

“I’ll never forgive myself for waiting so long to do this with you,” he finally says, wrapping his arms around your back. You chuckle, lifting your head from his chest to look at him. 

“Glad you finally came to your senses,” you flick his forehead where white hair sticks to it. 

He laughs, “I deserve that.” He thinks for a moment then turns to the clock mounted on your wall. “Well, would you look at the time,” he looks back at you with soft green eyes full of nothing but adoration, “It’s midnight. Happy one year anniversary, Y/n,” he pushes his nose to nuzzle yours. 

You push further to give him a tender kiss, “Happy one year anniversary, Jushiro.” 

[yagiv]

uki-fish and kyo-flower

浮竹魚十四郎，京楽春花水

Ukitake(bamboo)fish Jushiro, Kyoraku Shun(spring)Flowersui

우키사카나 쥬시로, 쿄라쿠 하나스이

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Found this WIP of Ukitake in my clothes and I took some time to finish it!

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"Who's Hotter?" Disabled Anime Characters

Info regarding characters' disability below the cut because some are of the unseen variety, so spoiler warning read at your own risk.

Toph Beifong: Was born blind. After meeting badgermoles, earthbending animals who are also blind, she learned how to use earthbending as an extension of her senses. This allowed her to "see" every vibration that passed through the ground—giving her a combat advantage and making her one of the most powerful of her time. It also allowed her to to discover and create metalbending.

Edward Elric: Lost both an arm and a leg to alchemy and now has prosthetics. Ed became the youngest State Alchemist in history by achieving his certification at age twelve.

Shanks: Lost his sword arm when a Sea King ate it when he saved very young Luffy. He brushes it off as "just an arm" and continues his pirating activities as if nothing had happened. Shanks is actually known more for his bright red hair color than for his missing arm, which is a reflection of how common injuries like this are for pirates. Even with the loss of his dominant arm, he still went on to become one of The Four Emperors of the Sea and was the youngest person to hold that position. He's also considered the strongest of the current emperors. It's also inspiring that he's so badass; no one treats him any differently because of his disability

Nicolas Brown: A former mercenary who was born with exceptional strength but was also born deaf. Nicolas uses sign language to communicate, and while he can speak, the cadence of his voice reflects his inability to hear. If someone can't communicate with him, he ignores them. He has more important, badass things to do.

Jūshirō Ukitake: At age three, Ukitake was diagnosed with a potentially fatal lung condition that resembles tuberculosis. While this disease still causes him serious pain and suffering, this doesn't keep him from functioning as a valued member of the Soul Society. In fact, it's because he tried so many different medical treatments to heal his lung disease that he gained invaluable healing techniques that helped his comrades get through a violent war

Ayase Shinomiya: One of the protagonists of Guilty Crown lost the use of her legs sometime before the start of the series. She hates being pitied for this, going so far as to beat someone up for suggesting that he didn't want to cause trouble for her because of her disability. She's proud of her condition, claiming that her wheelchair is what makes her unique and that her only actual disability is dealing with other people's ignorance.

Fuegoleon Vermilion: A Magic Knight Captain who lost an arm defending the Capital from a cult. After spending time in a coma and with the help of the elemental Spirit of Fire, he gained the ability to summon a magic prosthetic made of fire. He has now returned to his position as the leader of the Crimson Lions and is one of the strongest wizards in the kingdom.

Shōko Nishimiya: Born mostly deaf, Shōko often faces difficulties in communicating and connecting with others, causing her issues during her childhood.

Violet Evergarden: A former soldier who not only carries the physical wounds of battle with the loss of both arms and the prosthetic she wears. But also the unseen mental trauma that can affect people's ability to move on.

[bjorkshire-pudding]

As if I needed a reason to love him more 🥹

[brittscafe]

Hiii I have a request

Jushiro x reader

Jushiro getting horny while his lover sits on his lap and reader being shy

I know it’s not a lot of details but I hope your able to write something for it

Hiiii!! <3 Y'all know I love writing for my lovely husband 😩

The bar is filled with loud chatter and people are squeezed in every inch of the building. Jushiro's hand is latched onto yours, pulling you through the crowd and making sure you don't get lost.

Your eyes are memorized by his long, silky, white hair flowing behind him as he easily travels through the busy intersection. You and Jushiro finally reach the bar counter where Shunsui is sitting and waving at you guys.

You and Jushiro glance down at the one and only open seat near Shunsui.

"Go ahead and sit," Jushiro clears his throat, placing his hands on your shoulders and nudging you closer to the bar stool.

"No, it's fine. You can sit down instead," you shake your head.

"It's ok, my love. I really don't mind standing," Jushiro reassures you with a gentle voice.

"Jushiro, sit. It's fine, really. I'll just sit on your lap," you shrug your shoulders and Jushiro's breath hitches in his throat. Shunsui cocks an eyebrow and you shoot him a glare.

"I didn't say anything," Shunsui shoots his hands up in the air in defense. You roll your eyes with annoyance and Jushiro sits down.

Jushiro's palms are sweaty as you carefully sit down on his lap, your ass pressing against his lap and soft cock.

Shunsui orders you drinks as you shift in Jushiro's lap. He gulps, feeling his cock grow hard inside of his boxers. The way your hips sway and your clothed ass rubs against his cock makes Jushiro grow hot for you.

His hand is gripping onto your waist, then only do you notice how his slender fingers are digging into his flesh and his hard cock is pressed into your ass.

You slightly turn your head and your eyes meet Jushiro's. His eyes are slanted and narrow, filled with lust.

One look is all the two of you need to understand what is going on.

"I'm sorry, my love," Jushiro mumbles out and your face grows red hot. You swallow harshly and grab onto his hand that's sitting on your waist, squeezing it lightly.

"It's ok," you chuckle out nervously, gripping the glass in your hand tightly and taking another drink. Your stomach twists into uneasy knots as you glance around the full bar.

"I cannot wait until we get back home," Jushiro groans out, resting his slender nose on your back and breathing in your addicting smell.

His words make your eyes widen and you gulp. You squeeze your thighs together unable to help how wet you're getting. Jushiro slowly and carefully starts to thrust his hips up until your ass.

"Jushiro, calm down. We'll head home soon," you warn him, looking back and shooting him a warning glance. Jushiro's lips turn downward into a tiny frown, but he nods his head.

Jushiro is beyond eager and really cannot wait to get back home so he can properly fuck you.

[moonymiw]