#ukitake jūshirō

[kingvlion]

Old Man Yaoi Real

[dewowis]

Im a dm irl btw

[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?

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Why is there such a lack of Uki merch? 😭

[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

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[criminal-sen]

Mayuri is a bit of a Creachure

(reblogs are super appreciated! But please don't tag as nsfw, it'll probably get it flagged)

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Jushiro Ukitake

angel among shinigami

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[ababxyy]

[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. 

[kingvlion]

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

[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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As if I needed a reason to love him more 🥹

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matters of the heart // ukitake jushiro & kyoraku shunsui (pt. 1)

tw ⇢ suggestive content, implied threesome, love triangle but not really, strong sexual tension, alcohol consumption, unrequited love, mild angst

wc ⇢ 2.3k

part one | part two | part three

"Ukitake, you really need to get a handle on yourself," Kyōraku chuckled, sauntering into the room. "Your spiritual pressure is all over the place, I could feel it down the hall."

He shot a pointed look at you where you sat perched on the edge of Ukitake's bed, one hand resting gently on the sickly captain's arm. Despite your casual closeness, Ukitake's face was adorably flushed, eyes widening at Kyōraku's teasing observation.

"Wh-What are you implying, Shunsui?" Ukitake managed, attempting to gather his dignity despite his deepening blush. "We were just talking about the upcoming training schedules."

"Mmhmm, I'm sure," Kyōraku laughed easily, waving away the excuse as he ambled closer. "And I'm sure it had nothing to do with our dear friend leaning over you in that delightfully distracting way."

You arched an eyebrow at the two men, decidedly unoffended by the banter. As someone who practically grew up with them over the centuries, you were quite accustomed to their cheekiness. If anything, you enjoyed leaning into their flirtations on occasion.

"Why Shunsui, are you jealous?" you purred teasingly. "I assure you, I'm more than happy to come lean over you as well if you're feeling left out."

You punctuated the words with a sultry wink. Ukitake immediately dissolved into a fit of embarrassed sputtering while Kyōraku let out a rich belly laugh.

"My, my! At last, the delightfully bold honesty I've come to expect from you, my dear," the gregarious captain chuckled deeply. "Though I'm afraid leaning may not be enough to satisfy an old dog like me."

"Kyōraku!" Ukitake managed, tone somewhere between scolding and pleading as the flush crept down his neck. You simply grinned, reveling in flustering the usually unflappable captains.

With an effortless playfulness born from centuries of camaraderie, you rose from the bed and sauntered over to Kyōraku. You reached up to blatantly straighten the fall of his shirt, letting your hands linger a beat too long while holding his gaze brazenly.

"Perhaps another time then, Captain," you murmured in a voice meant to carry. "Wouldn't want poor Ukitake's heart to give out from overexertion, after all."

You threw a wink over your shoulder at the sputtering white-haired captain as you sashayed from the room, leaving the two men in a state of cheerfully ruffled bemusement in your wake.

Kyōraku watched you depart with an appreciative chuckle, eyes twinkling mischievously as he turned back towards Ukitake. The pale-haired captain was still blushing furiously, mouth working soundlessly as he struggled to reassemble his frazzled composure.

"You know Ukitake," Kyōraku began conversationally, a teasing lilt entering his rich tone. "One of these days you're going to have to stop looking like a lovestruck schoolboy every time our ravishing friend graces you with that wickedly delicious attention."

Ukitake shot him a halfhearted glower, finally finding his voice. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come now, don't play coy!" Kyōraku tsked, settling himself comfortably at Ukitake's bedside with a lazy grin. "It's painfully obvious you're still carrying that self-same hopeless torch you've been nursing since our Academy days."

A fleeting look of mingled fondness and melancholy flickered across the worldly captain's expression. "Why, I can still vividly picture that first time you completely lost your words after taking one look at our lovely friend. A new student positively radiant with promise...who somehow instantly rendered the Regent Genius himself into a speechless sapling."

Ukitake's flush now had shifted into more rueful territories, his expression softening with the warmth of nostalgia. "Yes, well...she did make quite the striking first impression, I'll admit."

"That she did," Kyōraku agreed with an indulgent smile. "Almost incomprehensible grace and elegance housed in such a tiny slip of a thing. Utterly captivating in a way none of us young bucks could resist."

A weighted pause stretched between them as memories of those long-gone Academy days resurfaced - hazy recollections of playful flirtations and burgeoning attractions flickering in the spaces between words. Ukitake's throat worked minutely before he dragged his gaze up to meet Kyōraku's knowingly.

"You weren't immune to her charms either, old friend," he murmured, holding the other captain's stare levelly. "If I recall, you became quite the shameless flatterer whenever she was around."

Kyōraku's wolfish grin returned full force as he reclined back with a careless shrug. "Well of course I did! I may have been young and foolish, but I wasn't blind." His expression softened slightly as he let nostalgia bleed into his words once more. "Though we both know where your focus truly lied even then, Ukitake. It was painfully, endearingly obvious you were a gone cause from that very first moment."

Ukitake's only response was a soft huff of laughter as he settled back into his pillows, expression distant as the decades and centuries blurred together into an endless tapestry of affectionate longing. Kyōraku watched him descend into those bittersweet recollections for a long moment before continuing in a quieter tone.

"And that same hopeless ardor has only bloomed more magnificently with each passing era, hasn't it?" His dark eyes glinted with a strange melancholic intensity. "Even now, after becoming captains, growing into the full bloom of our power...you've never wavered from that steadfast yearning for something more with our dazzling companion."

Ukitake was quiet for a heartbeat, digesting the profundity of Kyōraku's observation. When he spoke again, his voice was little more than a rasping whisper edged with deeply buried embers of profound emotion.

"There are some affections that transcend the temporal constraints of a single life, Kyoraku." He lifted his gaze to lock with his old friend's, a universe of unspoken longing and tender fealty burning behind the banked jade fires there. "She is...and always has been...the lodestar of my devotion. My truest reason for persevering through each waning era, always burning brilliantly on the horizon of the next."

Kyōraku held that blazing regard for an endless, weighted moment. Then he twisted his expression into a small, rueful smile and inclined his head in a subtle nod of understanding and acceptance.

"Well then," he murmured at last. "I supposed that settles matters rather definitively."

With an inscrutable look flickering behind his eyes, Kyōraku rose fluidly and started towards the door, pausing briefly with one hand resting on the frame.

"For what it's worth, my friend...I don't believe anyone could have hoped for a worthier recipient of such profound fealty than our dear Captain. She has always represented the very soul of the Gotei's honor and nobility, after all."

Then, with a final indulgent smile cast back over his shoulder, Kyōraku took his leave - surrendering the still silence of the chamber to the blazing truth of Ukitake's interminable yearning.

You sauntered into the dimly lit officers' club, eyes instantly landing on Kyōraku's unmistakable silhouette slouched in a corner booth. A lazy grin tugged at your lips as you made your way over, the lingering stress of the day's duties already dissipating.

"Well, well, getting started without me I see," you drawled, sliding into the booth opposite the shameless layabout of a captain. "Though I can't say I'm surprised."

Kyōraku's eyes danced with mirth as he pushed an already filled sake cup across the table in your direction. "You know me, my dear - I simply couldn't resist getting a head start on this week's well-earned debauchery."

"Mmm, debauchery indeed," you hummed in agreement, scooping up the proffered drink and firing off a saucy wink. "Does that mean I should expect a reprisal of the good old Academy days tonight, Shunsui?"

You punctuated the teasing lilt with a meaningful pause, watching realization slowly dawning across Kyōraku's roguish features. His grin stretched wider as an undisguised heat flared to life in his dark gaze, dragging appreciatively over your lithe form.

"Well now...I'd almost forgotten what a deliciously incorrigible tease you can be when properly motivated," he purred, voice taking on a silken rasp. "Tell me - are we talking about those drunken nights when a few too many drinks inevitably led to wandering hands and sloppy kisses galore?"

You barked out a bright laugh, knocking back the sake as flashes of tangled limbs and swapped caresses flitted through your mind's eye. "Don't play coy, you insatiable lech. We both know it went well beyond just kissing by the time the three of us got sufficiently inebriated and curious."

Kyōraku made an indulgent rumble of agreement low in his throat. "So it did, so it did. Do you suppose poor, sweet Ukitake even remembers just how thoroughly we indulged our baser urges with one another back then?"

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, practically leering at you over the rim of his cup. You scoffed, though you couldn't deny the frisson of heat uncurling low in your belly at the blatantly salacious turn in conversation.

"Are you kidding? With how easily Jūshiro blushes even at the mildest insinuation these days?" You snorted inelegantly, reaching for the sake decanter to refill your cup. "I'd bet my haori that prim and proper act is just a front to cover up how vividly he recalls every scorching caress and indecent proposal from those wild nights."

A wicked gleam entered Kyōraku's eye as he leaned across the table with wolfish relish. "Is that so? Well then...perhaps it's high time we endeavor to pry those delectable memories from our sweet Ukitake's repressed subconscious once more."

You matched his lascivious grin with one of your own, anticipation curling hot and insistent in your core.

"I'll drink to that," you murmured throatily, clinking your cups together as fresh sparks of delight danced between your heated stares.

After all, if anyone could tempt that dishearteningly innocent veneer from Ukitake and resurrect glimpses of his Academy self's wild indulgences...it would surely be the two of you.

The drinks flowed freely as you and Kyōraku descended into increasingly risqué reminiscing about the wild indulgences of your days together. With each cup emptied, the heat between you seemed to ratchet higher - burning glances, lingering touches, and blatantly suggestive remarks growing more and more brazen.

By the time you finally stumbled out into the cool night air, thoroughly buzzed and flushed with residual desire, the atmosphere had taken on an unmistakable charge. Kyōraku's arm was slung low around your waist, thumb tracing idle circles against the jut of your hipbone in a way that made your breath hitch.

"You know..." he rumbled as you meandered aimlessly down the path towards your quarters. "We never did quite get around to recreating some of those more...intimate recollections in explicit detail tonight."

His voice was a smoky rasp against the curve of your ear, one calloused palm drifting with clear intent along the swell of your hip. You shivered at the naked suggestion, unconsciously leaning into his solid heat.

"Is that so?" you purred back, tipping your head to graze your lips in a featherlight tease along the sharp line of his jaw. "What a terrible oversight on our part, Shunsui. We really ought to rectify that..."

A low groan reverberated through Kyōraku's broad chest as you pressed closer still. His hand slid purposefully lower to cup your backside, pulling your bodies flush in a way that left no ambiguity to his interest. You could feel the rigid line of his arousal through the layers of clothing and felt a molten thrill zip down your spine.

But even as heat flooded your veins with liquid desire, a small, persistent voice in the back of your mind rang with gentle warning. Reminding you that however intoxicatingly tempting Kyōraku's familiar body and lascivious attentions were in that hazy moment...he wasn't the one you truly longed for on the deepest level.

Before you could fully process that prickling sense of reluctance, Kyōraku stiffened almost imperceptibly against you. Then, with what seemed like a monumental force of will, he drew back slightly - leaving a hairsbreadth of cooler air between you that managed to clear some of the lust-fogged haze.

"We should stop," he rasped out in a strained tone, features taut as he visibly fought to rein himself back under control. "As much as my baser urges are screaming otherwise... I know your heart lies elsewhere, my dear."

You blinked up at him owlishly, thrown by both his words and the abrupt check on the thick undercurrents of desire that had been steadily spiraling higher between you all night. Kyōraku's gaze smoldered into yours, rich brown irises blazing with veiled emotions that had your breath catching somewhere low in your belly.

"There are...certain lines that perhaps shouldn't be crossed, no matter how alluring the indulgence," he continued gruffly, calloused thumb tracing a maddeningly slow path along the line of your hipbone. "Especially not when affairs of the heart are involved."

You felt your expression slacken in stunned realization as the implication of Kyōraku's murmured confession sank in like a lead weight. Of course...this was about Ukitake and whatever profoundly tangled yearnings your oldest friend harbored for you.

Something hot and bittersweet twisted in your chest as you studied the naked vulnerability flickering in Kyōraku's gaze. Your throat worked convulsively as you attempted to process the magnitude of what he was trying to convey without words.

You opened your mouth, not quite sure if you meant to protest, question, or simply surrender to the pregnant silence stretching between you. But no articulation seemed adequate - or necessary - in that fraught instant.

Because Kyōraku was already moving again, ducking his head to claim your lips in a scorching, openmouthed caress flooded with infinite regret and unspoken apologies. You inhaled sharply, feeling your body bow against his as the clash of tongues robbed you of breath.

As abruptly as the devastatingly intimate kiss began, it was over. Kyōraku drew back, taking the scant inches of distance between you like a physical blow. His gaze searched yours with a blazing intensity one final time before he turned on his heel and strode away without another word.

You were left standing there, chest heaving and skin still tingling from the brand of his kiss, feeling as though the world had tilted irreversibly off its axis. Because in that singular moment of connection and unequivocal rejection...

...you realized that Kyōraku's resolute fealty to Ukitake's yearning desire for you may ultimately prove the more exquisite and lancing intimacy of all.

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