Halloween was still quite a foreign concept to Soul Society. Especially following Aizen's betrayal, many people were looking for ways to distract themselves. You didn't blame them, and you would be too if the man didn't nearly kill you for getting curious. From what you've experienced before, Halloween is more of a "trick or treat" costume thing that kids enjoy celebrating. You've also heard from your human peers while you resided there that it's when the lines between the living and the dead get a little murky.
The way Soul Society viewed Halloween was another reason to have a get-together and a party. But that party didn't include you. And you found out the hard way.
There was a knock on the screen door of the Ugendo; you opened it expecting it to be your husband returning from his numerous meetings since the betrayal of Aizen. But an orange-haired woman greeted you; you've seen her around; she drinks a lot.
"Matsumoto-san…?" You pondered a little. Did you get her name right, at least? You kept to yourself a lot ever since the incident where people thought you were using Jushiro to climb the ranks. This wasn't the case, but no one tried to understand anything, and you didn't bother to explain further. So, what was left was a huge misunderstanding. Jushiro did try to explain it to everyone, but you've given up on interacting with your peers. You've often kept to yourself. Today was one of those days.
"Ah, yeah. I'm here to invite you to Ukitake-taichou for the Halloween party. Can you give it to him when he's back?" She handed an orange envelope with a black bat seal to it to you, and you glanced at it: 'invitation for Jushiro Ukitake for Soul Society's first Halloween party.'
A bitter smile painted on your face for a second before masking it with a more joyous one, "of course! He'll be ecstatic to see this. Is there anything he needs to do before joining? Does he need to bring anything?"
"Preferably in costume, but we can provide if he doesn't have one. Everything is written on the invitation for the… you know," she looked a little uncomfortable as she pointed to the envelope. You knew it was an invite-only party; you were omitted, but you wanted her to say it. You nodded, waiting for her to continue, "invite-only party."
You smiled, "okay, thanks. Enjoy!" Watching her leave hurriedly, you closed the door quickly, placing the envelope on the table to greet Jushiro's return.
You needed a drink after that interaction. It was uncomfortable for the two of you.
You wandered into the kitchen, grabbed a small glass cup, and poured homemade rice wine. It's been fermenting for a bit, and you could already smell that it's gotten exponentially more alcoholic since the last time you tried.
You took a sip from the cup and cringed at the sharp spike of alcohol down your throat. You were not a lightweight. But you don't drink that often, so it surprises you now and again.
You hid your rice wine in a secluded, dark corner of the kitchen and kept the glass full with you back to your shared room with your husband. Take a sip now and again as you read through your paperwork to revise it. You perked up a little when you heard the doors slide open, and your husband was home. But, a sense of dread drowns your enthusiasm as you recall a party that specifically excluded you from it. You shook your head and focused on the report in front of you.
"Y/n? What's this envelope for?" Your husband called in your general direction.
"Invitation to a Halloween party. Everything you need is listed in the envelope already, or at least that's what Matsumoto-san said," you tried not to sound irked, but you felt your body heat up at the mention of the lieutenant's name.
You blamed it on the alcohol.
The door closes, and you assume it is Jushiro leaving for the party, but what surprised you was that the bedroom door was slid open, then closed; a breeze brushed by the nape of your neck before you were met by the cool embrace of your husband, still in his haori.
You glanced over your shoulders as he rested his chin on your shoulders, "yes, 'Shiro?"
"I'm not going," he says childishly as he sits on the ground with you, pulling you onto his lap, "I'm not interested in going to a party that doesn't involve my wife." As you were ready to retort to him, a kiss on the neck met you, "I've been waiting to spend time with you all day. No way you'll kick me out of here to spend time with people I've seen all day."
You laughed a bit, "if you say so, but tonight is Halloween, wouldn't you be missing out?"
"No," his embrace tightened around you more; it seemed he'd had a stressful day with how clingy he was getting. You noticed his pout before it was replaced by curiosity. Taking your cup of rice wine in his hands and sniffing it a little, "I thought I smelled alcohol. When did you start drinking it? Is Shunsui a bad influence on you?"
You shook your head, "this is homemade. I suddenly remembered I made some and haven't finished it, so I might as well start again. Plus, it keeps me warm on such a cool evening today." That was half true, and it was more or less that you were trying to drown your sense of dread.
"It's strong," Jushiro said, but he returned for another sip.
"And you're not stopping," you pointed out.
"Well, I thought it was rather cold tonight as well. Might as well warm up a little," he says, setting down the half-empty cup. He drinks more than you ever would. Honestly, you would drink yourself to bed if he attended that party.
"Have you warmed a little?" You questioned him. His cheeks were getting flushed, and he might be a lightweight.
"Mhm… what are you doing, love?" His hands began to wander, slipping into your attire, meeting your warm belly with his cool hands.
That earned an airy laugh from you, "that's cold!" You bared your neck when you felt him nuzzling into your nape for a kiss, "I'm proofreading the reports ahead of time for you. That way, you have less work in the mor– ah!" Your surprised yelp came from his hands trailing down your belly, past your waist, and slipping to your wetness to massage your clit gently.
"Instead of alcohol, why don't we warm each other up, love? We haven't done it in a while," his voice purred against your neck; kisses turned into soft nibbles as he rubbed circles onto your clit. Your body tensed up quickly; it was a progression you didn't expect from him. Usually, he'd ask for consent repeatedly instead of doing it while suggesting it.
"Y-you've already started; you don't have to ask.." you breathed softly. Your breathing quickens as his rubbing quickens. You jolted in his touch when his middle finger slid up and down your clit, heating your core quickly.
"Relax, or you won't last long enough," his nibbles turned into a sloppy lick. You gripped his sleeves quickly, and it wasn't like you weren't trying to tense up. Like he's said, you two haven't done it in a while, so it was easy for you to melt under his touch. Especially when you could feel him harden behind you, pressing up against you. You two were equally as turned on.
You have the alcohol to thank for that. It's not rare that Jushiro gets horny, it's just that he doesn't act on it because he tries to be "considerate."
Jushiro noticed you had quickly shut your legs, grinning against your neck. He moved his free hand to separate your legs before rubbing roughly and speedily up and down your clit.
Your core flooded with warmth, your vision turned white, your ears heated up, and you twitched against his hold. But even after your climax, he didn't let up his rubbing. Sure, he's slowed down, but he's continuing. Now, he uses his legs to anchor yours open, freeing his free hand to expose your body, freeing it from your clothes and your bindings against your chest.
"Look," he called for your attention, moving to nibble at your ear, flicking his gaze from your exposed body to the mirror before you two.
You never understood the reason for that mirror to be there. You thought it was for decor. Until now, your face deepened in hue to see your body wholly exposed and reflected in the mirror, "'Shiro-" you were cut off by your moans. You saw his rubbing quicken in pace again. You came not long ago, and he wasn't letting you rest, "I-" he cut you off this time.
"You have such a nice body, y/n," he purred; you eyed the mirror. You knew he was drunk, but you felt this was liquid courage, not a drunken one-time conversation. "You don't have to worry about me leaving you," he whispered, his free hand finding a way to grope your breast, his index finger drawing circles on your nipples. "I should be worried that you'd leave me instead," he whispered, feeling your body tense up under his touch again; he couldn't help but chuckle. Quickening his pace to a sickeningly quick one.
You tried to hold on but curled slightly into his pacing and came again. But he wasn't letting up. He pressed your body back up against his once more. Now slip his middle finger and his ring finger from your clit and down to your slit. Rubbing the soaked area gently while his free hand still fondled your breast, "let me smother you with attention tonight," he grinned a little to see your cheeks all flushed and panting against him.
"'Shiro, I-" you yelped when you felt his slender fingers slip into your slit. He didn't offer you time to rest as he began pushing his fingers in and out of you.
"Yes?" He hummed sweetly, moving the free hand from your breast and down to your clit, once again stimulating your clit with one hand while the other worked on stretching you.
"Ngh… let me rest, 'Shiro," you whined, hands on his sleeves to try to pull them away.
"Mmm… no, I want to see you come undone for me," he teased; it was easy for that to happen. Persistence was the key to everything, after all. "So, what were you trying to say before, y/n?"
Your moans grew louder as the stimulation began to overwhelm you. You eyed the mirror to see what he was doing; rubbing fast circles on your clit while thrusting in and out of your slit slowly wasn't helping your case, "'Shiro, I-I would never leave you.. I–!" your breath hitched once again, tightening against his fingers to climax once more.
Jushiro paused; you took this precious few moments to catch your breath, "you won't?" He sounded uncertain.
You shook your head.
"But I'm–"
You cut him off. The alcohol not only gave him liquid courage. But it also dragged out his deepest fears, "I don't care, I love everything about you, your sickness doesn't define you, 'Shiro."
There was a moment of silence before he buried his face against your neck again; you felt him harden even more, and as you were about to comment something snarky about it, his rubbing and thrusting continued. This time, both were erratically fast. That shut you up for good, and incoherent moans left your mouth as your toes curled at the intensity; your clit couldn't handle that much attention in that short amount of time. You felt tears form in your eyes.
"Ah, fuck, I know you're telling the truth, y/n. Hearing it makes me want to eat you up," you panted heavily, curling into his pace again, "I hope you're ready for a long night." He purred, watching you climax once more.
"L-let me rest for a bit," you whispered between spasms; even with him pulling his fingers out of you, you jolted to that. Your eyes felt heavy, but sleep wasn't on Jushiro’s mind when he laid you on your shared futon, on your back.
He kissed your lips gently like a summer breeze, trailing ghost kisses from your lips to your neck, down your breast, around the curves of your body, down your waist, scooting himself between your legs. His hands pressed against your inner thighs as he placed butterfly kisses on them. Your body shook in anticipation as you tirelessly peered downwards a bit. His soft but ravenous gaze met yours; he held your eye contact boldly before spreading your cunt open to kiss your clit softly before diving in to grind his tongue against the bundle of nerves.
Your body jolted at the intensity once more; you gripped the futon tightly as a moan escaped your mouth breathlessly. He didn't give you time to react when he shoved his fingers back into your cunt. You came not long ago only to be met by the cruelty of his pacing once more; it was like a blissful torture to your clit. On one hand, it was the attention you craved; on the other, it was a constant attack on your nerves. He was sending shockwaves of pleasure up your spine. You tried to close the gap between your legs, but his hand held it down for good, exposing your crying cunt to the assault.
You applaud him for his technique if only you weren't repeatedly attacked at the same spot, and you weren't overly sensitive that even the lightest of touch made you scream his name. You arched your back once more. The overstimulation of the lower half of your body made you cum once more. Your body shuddered as he pulled away, now reaching to undo his attire, exposing his cock. You shuddered at the sight, and last you recalled, he wasn't that big.
"...won't fit, 'Shiro," you whispered, watching lather up his cock with your juices. He flushed at your comment as he knelt closer, hands guiding his member to your entrance.
"You'll find a way," he grinned, pushing the tip into your cunt; your toes curled. You were already too sensitive. His hands found their way to your legs, separating them from his slender body. He knew you were overly sensitive from his repeated onslaught to your clit, but that didn't make him any less eager as he pushed into you as gently as he could control himself. Watching your eyes widen at each inch thrust in. Your mouth gaped open; your head tilted back as he bottomed out on you. He was giving you time to adjust.
“You okay, love?”
You nodded, teary-eyed, but you were doing your best. There were soothing gestures that Jushiro did that always calmed you down: a kiss on the forehead, a caress of your cheeks to reassure you that everything was okay. And that he did, as he noticed your breathing steadied.
He smiled gently, “I will move now, love.”
He warned you, though it wasn’t much of a warning as you barely recovered from being overly sensitive. With each thrust, you moaned and whined in between, tears flooding your eyes with pleasure that he could tell. Despite his body heating up from the alcohol, as far as you’re concerned, his movements didn’t show that he was anywhere near being drunk.
Your toes curled, nails digging into his shoulders, and your breath hitched. You were close to your breaking point again. But you <i>knew</i>, this was your breaking point, and you did your best to hold back in the heat threatening to overpower your core.
“You’re doing good,” he whispered, his smooth voice trembling, hinting at his lackluster momentum; although fast, he did not last long, hence why his foreplay was so long. At least, that’s what you think for now.
You pulled him into a desperate kiss, spotting his reddened-tipped ears from your blurred vision; you could tell that your attention overstimulated him. It made you proud, so proud that you lost focus, reaching your breaking point quickly, climaxing, tightening your walls around his cock. Perhaps your tightening around him aroused him further; a few more thrusts caused him to bottom out in you, releasing his load into you.
As to what happened next, you couldn’t recall; your stamina gave in as it pulled you from your consciousness and into a deep slumber. The last you remember was Jushiro whispering he loved you before you passed out.
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Don't expect me to write too much smut; I'm not a fan of writing them because I don't think I'm good at describing them in a smutty way. I'm more of someone who likes to describe feelings above anything.
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@doctorkei23 - sorry this took so long! I decided to make this into two requests - one for Jushiro x Reader, and now I still owe you one poly Byakuya x Jushiro x Reader. Fear not, everyone, I’m working on it ; ) In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this, and for everyone else out there thirsting for some poly action, tide yourselves over with my Grimmjow x Ichigo x Reader post. (shameless plug - sorry, not sorry)
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~BiB
A long day filled with paperwork – requisition requests, and training – lots and lots of training was promising to fade into a long, relaxing night. And you couldn’t be happier.
Your husband was nowhere to be seen when you’d returned home, though the door to his study was closed. Giving you a hint that he must be finishing up what seemed like a never ending stream of paperwork.
You make a b-line straight for the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the large porcelain tub, filling it with water for a hot bath. After you remove your uniform and slip into your robe, you venture one last glance out the bedroom door, down the hall towards Jushiro’s study. His study door remains closed, and there’s a soft yellow light steadily beaming out into the dark hallway.
Smiling, you turn your attention back to the tub as steam curls up into the air above you, summoning you. Shutting the water off and slipping out of your robe, dropping it into a pool on the floor. It feels like heaven, instantly soothing your body and providing renewed life that you didn’t know you desperately needed. You sink down into the water, only stopping when you reach your chin, and let your eyes drift closed, content to relax just like that, until…
“You always seem to forget your lunch,” Jushiro sounded behind you as you had already left the loft to head to work. You looked down at your hands; they were empty, but you remembered your bag, which was what mattered. You turned to look at him with a smile.
“At least you work for me now, so I don’t have to worry about forgetting,” but you didn't talk more. You just hurried him to follow you. “We have an old case to review for this week. The higher-ups think my reasoning is too outrageous, so they want a thorough explanation.” You mumbled angrily, your workplace was a 20-minute walk at best.
“You don't have to be running!” He calls out, but he isn't tired at all; in fact, he's caught up to your speed completely. You've been in the military for a few years, and you recognize a fighter when you meet one. He just didn't strike you as one, “Are we late or something?”
“No, I just wanted to get out of this heat,” you grumbled. As the two of you arrive at the building, your badges are fine, but Jushiro is held back because his badge has not been fully processed.
“You go on ahead, I know where your office is,” Jushiro reassured you with a smooth smile.
“You're so reliable,” you smiled, heading into the building. Your idea was to finish work early so you could go home early instead of answering questions from the rest of your team about how your roommate got the job over someone else with a degree. You pushed past everyone with the excuse that you had a lot of work, which you do have.
As you rushed into the morgue in the basement, you changed into your lab coat, putting on a mask and goggles to prevent stinging. Jushiro joined you as you pulled out reports and the body from the freezer. “Come help me carry this body to the table.” You ordered as he got changed into protective gear.
He helps you place the well-preserved body on the metallic table. “I thought this was already solved? I recall seeing the report yesterday,” you hum at the accuracy of his memory.
“The higher-ups don't believe me when I say that it was a murder of a pair because they couldn't find the wife,” you responded. Handing the camera to Jushiro, “Take pictures according to what I point at.” He nods, and you hold a voice recorder to your mouth to explain the situation.
You point to the stained blood trail from the eyes, “the patient had their eyes melted out by a strong chemical, most likely battery acid, as I've tested the remaining substance to be found in your local gas station battery acid. I suspect they've spent hundreds to thousands to procure a strong enough substance.” You spoke as the recorder transcribed your words into text. You undo the stitches to the victim's neck, pointing at the holes along the trachea with part of the lower trachea bursting out, “this type of injury would be related to swallowing something sharp like chicken bones, fish bones,” you were pointing at the scarring. You pointed at the bursting with uneven stab wounds, “these wounds correlate with needles, the uneven stabbing would be forcing the victim to swallow the needles using the remaining battery acid.” You pointed at the burned ends of the organs as they led down to his stomach. “The explosion of organ mush seen here,” you spoke as you reopened the stitched up body, “would be a mixture of battery acid, with stomach acid, the explosion could be done by forcing the victim to eat flour, as flour met with the burning of two acids can cause an explosion.” You went to pull out the message in a bottle you had received as evidence from the detectives who visited the victim's house to ask questions.
You told Jushiro to take a picture as you explained the contents, “This was found in the victim's house. Although it seemed like a confession from the wife of the victim, if you compare it to the sticky notes the wife writes down for her husband, the handwriting differs, which shows the wife does not plan it.” You put the evidence away and pull out a list of reports from neighbors, along with evidence from the officers who had ventured into the home. “The initial crime was done at home. The victim was knocked out, but the neighbors said that the victim knew the person who knocked them out. When the wife walked out, there was a fight and blood splatter, as the blood collected did not match the victim's.” You flip through reports, “I concluded that there was two victims because there was enough blood in the bathtub belonging to the wife, found in the bathtub, meaning she was bled dry. Now, it's up to the detectives to find the obsessed ex-girlfriend.” You concluded, but as you glanced at Jushiro, he raised his hand quizzically, “Yes, what is it, Jushiro?”
“How did you know it was the ex-girlfriend and not someone else?”
You looked at him for a second before a smile curled on your face, continuing to explain to the recorder, “This is an old tale from Ancient Japan, it's called Yubikiri Genman. The whole vow is actually: yubikiri genman, uso tsuitara hari senbon nomasu. Roughly translating, it means: ‘pinky promise, if you lie, you will swallow a thousand needles.’” You explained, “we found a thousand needles lodged in the victim's throat and some in his stomach. I say it's an ex because some of the neighbors heard a female voice saying the victim ghosted her and got married.” Unfortunately, this is one of many reasons you didn't have the heart to settle down. “Any more questions?”
Jushiro shook his head, taking a few more pictures to print out for you, “You're very thorough.”
As you were taking off your protective gear, stitching the victim back up, and having Jushiro help you put the body back into the freezer, you grinned a little, “it's part of the job description. I like not having to risk my life catching them.” Also, because you were solving a cold case in your free time, once you deal with the issues at hand, you could do whatever you wanted to anyway—two birds, one stone, in your opinion at least.
“Didn't want to be a doctor or nurse?”
“Nah,” you made sure the recorder had shut off before you continued to talk, “I had bad experiences in the hospital when I was younger, I think I would like to avoid the place.” You sat down to edit the document, dragging the images from the camera to your document as you spoke. Jushiro was cleaning up the room, “If anything, I wanted to be a florist, but that's not how my life is intended.”
“This is a big 180 for you, then,” Jushiro laughed.
The tips of your ears heated up from his laughter, “y-yeah, I suppose it is, but I like my job now. It's pretty interesting.”
“I'm glad I asked to be an assistant, I used to know hardly anything about you until now,” he smiled.
“Just not interested in sharing about me, I don't lead an interesting life,” you leaned back into your chair, your eyes met his emerald green ones.
His smile was gentle and filled with joy. “Your life is interesting to me.”
Like waves crashing ashore, the sound of the waves hitting the rocks pulled him back to reality, his lover in his arms, a protective embrace against her weakening body. Dread washed over him as waves clashed loudly against the landscape. A tear rolls down his emerald hues as the dullness of her eyes glances up at him. A smile never faltering at the face of danger nor pain, the color fading fast from her eyes, “can you hear my heart cry?” Jushiro whispered, his grip tightened around her.
Breathlessly, she reached a hand up to cup his face, his rigid body trembled beneath her cold touch, “this time, I can’t lead you home.” Her voice was soft, oblivious of the pain that followed after him to hear those words come out of her mouth. He wasn’t sure what led up to it, but whatever it was, he didn’t forgive it. “Don’t cry, ‘Shiro,” her voice etched into his mind as he did his best to memorize her features, her smiles despite the pain, her voice despite it escaping her cold body, “let me memorize your looks one last time…” he chokes down a sob, holding her closer to his body, as if holding her tightly would give her a breath of life back.
If he had known this was going to happen, he would have confessed sooner than wait until she was ready, but there was no medicine to take away the regret. The reality was that he was still too weak to protect her, and all of that came crashing down onto his spirit.
“I’m cold,” heavy-lidded as sleep lulled at her, “I wish spring came sooner,” her hand was slipping off his face, falling lifelessly on her abdomen as the waves crashed once more, washing away his warmth and her breath.
The world quaked before him. For a second, he wanted to give up; he tried to follow after her. The world faded to black, and he jolted awake from his nightmare, his widened eyes glancing up at the person who had shaken him awake - his roommate. Cold sweat ran down his features, replaced with a relieved smile. She wipes away his tears apologetically, “I guess listening to sad songs while driving does do something to people, huh?”
Hearing her voice was a relief, full of life and full of energy. A nightmare as harsh and vivid as that gnawed at him. What if it was a premonition that something bad was going to happen? He sighed a little, placing his hand over hers, leaning into her touch and apology. He glanced at her with a smile as he shifted to place a kiss on her palm, “I’m okay, whatever puts you at ease.”
He watched her process his actions, and he watched her heat up as she jerked her hand away out of embarrassment. He laughed as she tried to explain her reasoning behind choosing certain songs while driving. His heart calms as he watches her interact with him, “any-anyways, we’re home,” her voice drew down to a whisper, he gets out of the car first, moving over to open the door for her, “thank you and sorry about the song choice, I just–”
“I get it, you don’t have to explain yourself, I’m not upset or anything,” it only stirred a fear deep within him that he preferred to keep hidden. Now, his body was on high alert, worried that something was going to happen. Hopefully, she wouldn’t mind if he paid a little extra attention to her from now on. If anything, it wasn’t his fault, now was it?
“Did you get the job?”
“Yes.”
“I guess I have to switch my playlist around now.”
“You don’t have to, I’ll get used to it,” he smiles. He will make sure it won’t become a reality.
***18+ fic ahead, if you are not 18 or older please make your way to the nearest exit and detour around the page***
Warnings: Penetrative sex, fingering, lots of kissing and h*nd h*lding (gasp), Jushiro is a gentle lover (I'm in love with him methinks), lots of groping (mans is handsy okay? he just wants to feel you ;-;)
Word Count: 5.3k
Author's Note: I'M ALIVE BITCHES AHAHAHAHAHAHA But on a more serious note it's been like...over a year since I've actually posted anything for real o.O My sincerest apologies for vanishing off the map with no warning ;-; On a brighter note, my writer's block has decided to *poof* into thin air apparently, and obviously this is a fic tailored to Bleach!! I've been watching it recetly and holy SHIT why are there SO MANY HOT CHARACTERS? MY BISEXUAL ASS CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT. Anyways, I'm alive, and I'm back, and hopefully I can toss aside this writer's block for good until the next one comes along.
ENJOY LOVELIES <3
It’s a warm day in the Soul Society, a cool breeze flitting through the Seireitei being the only reprieve from the blaring heat. And it’s calm, you decided. Calmer than it’s been in a long while, even with the stress of the former Squad 5 captain Sosuke Aizen’s plans looming on the far horizon. When he defected along with the other two former captains, Gin Ichimaru and Tosen Kaname it sent shockwaves through the Soul Society like none other. The events leading up to the moment of betrayal nearly tore the Seireitei and the 13 Court Guard Squads completely apart, trust between even the closest of friends fraying dangerously.
“What’s wrong love, you seem distracted today.” You blink, your focus returning to here and now. That voice was none other than your captain, Jushiro Ukitake, as he sat in his bed. The thin blanket that usually draped over his legs was tossed aside in the heat, his usual captain’s uniform switched out for a lighter garment. Despite all that has happened, this is the man you’d always stand beside no matter what. Even if you didn’t love him the way you did, even if you weren’t constantly suffering through a surely unrequited love. A forbidden one, surely. Not that there were any real rules regarding captain-subordinate relationships that you knew of. You’d stand beside him even in the face of certain death, that’s just the kind of man he is.
“My apologies captain, I didn’t mean to daydream.” His smile is gentle, sweet, kind as he regards you perched on the edge of his bed. Surely that smile could cure all your heart’s quarrels. If only.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m sure it gets boring watching over me day and night.” That’s right, you thought, it’s been just you for the past few months while Sentaro and Kiyone are out on a mission. You hadn't even noticed the passage of time. It’s already been three months?
“Not at all, Sir. I enjoy your company. I’ve just been thinking that it’s been quiet lately, that’s all. Not that I’m complaining.” He chuckles, the baritone reverberating through your chest. You’ll never tire of that beautiful sound.
“It’s good to know this old man isn’t a burden to you. You must have many more important things to do besides looking after me.” What nonsense.
“You could never be a burden to me, Captain Ukitake. I may have been assigned to you for the time being, but I volunteered my time to you long before that. The only menial task I have is some easy paperwork every week or so, so don’t worry about my mundane paper pushing.” You smile at him, really smile. You want him to feel your dedication to him, your willingness to be here. You want to be here. A breeze drifts through the window and out the door of the room, sending his long white hair floating in the wind. It’s a majestic sight, truly. He’s so handsome, so gentle, so strong even in his sickness. You commit every waking moment in his presence to memory.
“Such a kind girl you are,” he reaches a hand out, grasping yours gently and staring deep into your eyes, “What would I do without you?” For a moment you’re stunned, those eyes of his piercing you in the heart, the heat from his hand on your skin almost burning you. It’s not unusual for him to hold your hand, especially in moments like this where he wants to express his gratitude to you. But no matter how many times he reaches out to you, you’ll never get over the fluttering of your heart and the warmth it brings you. You laugh then, easily coming up with an answer to his rhetorical question.
“Probably have Sentaro and Kiyone fighting over who gets to give you your medicine tonight.” He chuckles at your quip, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly. He’s been looking healthier lately, happier, in the calm of late. He turns suddenly, smoothly standing from the bed with your hand still in his.
“It’s a nice evening. I’ve been meaning to go see the koi pond. Would you join me for a walk?” His smile is infectious as he asks, and how could you possibly say no? Who are you to deny him such a simple pleasure? If he feels well enough to go for an evening stroll, you’ll happily indulge him. You allow him to pull you with that unnatural strength that captains have, easily standing you up beside him. He’s clearly been wanting to go outside, he’s already out the door by the time you grab his white haori and slide the paper door shut behind you. He may not have chosen to wear it, but you’re taking it just in case it gets a little too cool.
As you fall in step beside him, you take a deep breath and soak in all the scenery. The sun is slowly setting over the Soul Society, casting the sky in hues of yellow and gold. Not a cloud lingers in the sky. A constant light breeze flows through the barracks, and the combined warmth from the setting sun’s rays and the cooling wind settles into your bones, your body feeling light and refreshed. It’s a perfect evening for a stroll. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to settle on your captain. Gold is cast over his form, his hair and skin glowing in the light, breeze gently tousling the white strands around his face. It’s a sight reserved for your eyes, and you can’t help but want to stare at him forever. It takes you a moment to realize you’ve stopped walking altogether, and it takes far too long for you to realize the captain is staring at you as you stare at him. Heat crawls up your chest into your face, and you avert your eyes.
“I apologize, Captain.” You can’t think of anything else to say. You’ve been caught staring at your captain, surely with a doe-eyed expression of admiration and longing. He probably read you like a book. You’re stunned again when he grabs your hand, resuming his relaxed stroll along the gravel path to the koi pond behind the barracks for the 13th squad. It’s all you can do to keep up, even in his slow pace his individual strides are incredibly large.
“I don’t mind at all, love. I’d be nervous having such attention on me, but I’m used to a pretty girl always looking at me these days.” Your eyes blow wide open and your jaw slacks as you stare up at him again, only to see a sideways glance and a sly mischievous smirk gracing his features. Is he…flirting?
Before you get the chance to think about what just transpired, you’re being tugged to sit next to the captain. You were so focused on Captain Ukitake you hadn’t realized you’d reached the koi pond. It’s a beautiful spot, you can’t deny that. The pink sky reflects off the surface of the water, the sound of a small fountain trickles into your ears. It smells of fresh water and wet stones, and the evening air tastes crisp and clear. It’s almost hypnotizing, mother nature’s own perfume.
Your attention shifts back to the captain beside you, as he once again grasps your hand firmly in his. It’s so much bigger than your own, and slender and strong. The callouses from hundreds of years of wielding a zanpakuto rough against your skin. His thumb traces shapes into the back of your hand, and as you look up at him you find his eyes already locked on you. There’s something hidden there, something dark and deep and gravitating.
“I want to thank you for being here with me for these past months. You know you don’t have to.” Again, nonsense.
“Captain Ukitake, I already-“
“Jushiro.” He interrupts. You nearly let out a gasp.
“What? Captain…”
“Call me Jushiro. We’ve known each other long enough, I’d much prefer you use my given name.” It’s all you can do to blink in the shock. Sure, you’ve known each other for a few centuries, but you’re still his subordinate. He’s still your captain. And saying his name so casually may just feel like a stab in the heart.
“It would make me happy if you did.” Of course he’d pull that card. If he insists.
“Well… okay, Jushiro.” Goodness, it feels strange. Knowing his name and saying it are two very different things.
“Good, thank you. Now what was it you were saying?” Oh… you almost completely forgot.
“Right. I may not have to, but…I want to. Like I said earlier, I enjoy your company. That wasn’t just me being nice. I really do enjoy being around you, Capt- ah, Jushiro.” That’s definitely going to take some getting used to.
“I’m glad to hear that, love.” He’s been calling you that for a while now. Love. Every time he says the little nickname it feels so soft, so sweet. At least, to you it does. His smile is brighter than the sun, it’s been so long since you’ve seen a smile like that you can’t help but smile too. The silence that falls is comfortable and light, the two of you enjoying the sunset over the pond. Dusk comes and goes, stars soar in the sky, a few lanterns cast a warm glow over the garden and over your faces. With your hand still in Jushiro’s, you can feel when he gives a small shiver at the breeze flowing over you.
“Here, I brought this just in case.” You pull your hand away to unfold the captain’s haori and drape it over his shoulders, right where it should be.
“Thank you, love. But what about you?” You have to admit, it is a bit chilly. But you’ll be okay, with your shihakusho.
“I’ll be alright, don’t worry about me.” He chuckles as you get comfortable next to him again.
“Well that’s like asking me not to breathe. Here, come closer.” That’s definitely not a good idea. Your heart will surely burst from your chest. You’re already struggling as is, what with the hand holding and names. He doesn’t give you much choice though, hooking an arm around your waist and tugging you fully into his lap. With your legs draped over one side and your head cradled against his chest, he wraps the haori fully around the both of you and rests his chin atop your head. Even through your layers of shihakusho, all you can feel is the heat of one hand on your hip and the other resting on your mid thigh.
This is how you’ll die, surely, but you’ll never be happier.
“I can feel your heart racing. Are you alright?” You hold your breath at his observation, your face warming under his gaze. But holding your breath doesn’t change the fact that he’s absolutely right. Your heart feels like it might just burst. In all the years you’ve known the man, Captain Jushiro Ukitake has never once made such a move for bodily contact unless a life was in danger or unconscious. And you have never even once been anywhere near this close to him, not even when you were wiping the sweat from his brow in his especially pained moments. It feels like the breath you’re holding is punched from you, coming out quick and shuddering, when his hand cups your jaw and tilts your head up to look him in the eyes. His face is so close, his lips are right there…all you’d need to do is lean.
“You’re turning a concerning shade of crimson, my dear. Are you alright?” Shit. You need to answer, don’t you? But he’s still smiling…oh he’s teasing you!
“I’m fine! Just fine, thank you.” It’s a squeak, really. If you’re being honest it probably sounded to him like you were trying incredibly hard to keep from moving, and that included breathing. That hand slips from your cheek down to your chin, tilting your head even further back.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help the teasing. You’re just so cute, so pretty. I’m so glad I’ve been able to keep you around.” There’s no way this is real. It’s a dream, surely. You’re deep in sleep and your brain has gifted your heart a beautiful show. His hands release you, dropping far too quickly for your liking. He’s concerned now, it seems.
“Are you sure you’re alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He sounds so dejected, that gorgeous smile fading into a disappointed frown. You can’t control your own limbs as they react to what your heart wants, reaching for his haori and tugging hard so he’s no longer leaning away from you.
“No! I promise I’m not uncomfortable, I promise! I was just shocked, that’s all.” Mentally, you slap yourself for nearly begging the captain to stay wrapped around you. But you’ll be damned if you let this moment slip through your fingers. That smile returns, although slowly and reluctantly.
“You promise?” Nodding fervently, you lean into him and bury your head into his chest once more. Screw everything, whatever reservations you had about keeping your feelings hidden are being tossed out the window. When his arms wrap around you once more it’s all you can do to refrain from turning and kissing at what little is exposed of his chest.
“Good. Then, since we’re comfortable and alone, I have a bit of a confession to make.” A confession? What kind of confession could only be spoken while alone?
“When you were assigned to me it wasn’t random. I requested you specifically, not only because of your capabilities as a shinigami in my division, and not solely because of your short stint training under Captain Unohana. Not that your healing capabilities are anything to sniff at, of course, you’re a wonderful healer! And you’re an amazing fighter, no doubt about that, and of course you-” he cuts himself off, his breath catching in his chest where your hand lay splayed in the center of it.
“Captain… Jushiro…I understand what you’re trying to say. You chose me for many reasons. Which of those reasons require a confession? And why are you suddenly so nervous?” You can see his adam's apple bob in his throat when he swallows down whatever words caught in his throat. His brows pinch together ever so slightly, he nibbles at his bottom lip for a moment. He really is nervous, you can see it clear as day. It’s not often he gets nervous, even in the face of opponents stronger than any he’s seen he’s a stone pillar.
“Yes, well. I requested you to be at my side because I’ve held very real and very strong feelings toward you, for a very long time now. You’re a beautiful woman, a strong fighter, a wonderful person. Having you so close these few months have only solidified these feelings. I just don’t see any point in hiding them any longer.” At that, you lean back and stare up at him, into those deep, dark eyes of his. He can’t seem to return the gaze, his eyes flitting around to avoid eye contact.
“Am I dreaming? Is this a dream?” He laughs at that, a hearty laugh that makes his chest bounce. His eyes finally fall on yours.
“No, love. This is definitely not a dream.” It doesn’t feel real. You reach over and pinch your arm as hard as you can, jumping and wincing the tiniest bit from the small shock of pain.
“I told you.” His nervous smile is infectious, you’re only able to return it as he leans close to you and rests his forehead against your own.
“Please tell me you feel the same. I don’t think I can take any more of this.” A giggle slips past your lips and you reach up to loop your arms around his neck.
“I’ve had a massive crush on you for decades.” That seems to click his resolve into place, and the next thing you know you’re being kissed silly by Jushiro Ukitake. The breath is stolen from your lungs, his fingers dig deep into your hip and thigh if only to get you closer. You hate that you need to breathe, need to part from the kiss far too soon for your liking. There’s a tension between you now, a string pulled taut waiting to be cut loose as your breaths mingle. He looks frustrated now, taking a moment to consider things you were not privy to.
“It’s late, we should be getting back now.” Of course, he was right. Which meant this was where you parted ways. You may be overseeing his health and spending days tending to his needs when he can’t do something himself, but he has ways of summoning you to him should an emergency arise, so you remain in your own quarters in the barracks at night. You’re shifting to stand, but he holds you tight to his chest and instead stands with you held in his arms.
“Jushiro! Please, don’t strain yourself! I’m perfectly capable of walking.” He only smiles that lopsided smile and in an instant you’re standing at the door to his quarters. A flash step at a time like this is insanity!
“Jushiro!” You gasp up at him as the door is opened, then closed as you’re carried beyond the threshold.
“I’m sorry for worrying you, love, but I just couldn’t wait. Now I want you to tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable, I will stop what I’m doing.” What? What in the world is he talking about? You gasp when you feel his lips peppering gentle kisses along your exposed neck, grabbing his haori for any kind of stability as you’re thrown mentally sideways. His lips carve a path down your jugular to your collarbone and along what little is bare of your shoulder. They almost burn, those heated kisses of his, and you can’t help but tremble at the euphoric feeling of his lips on your skin. You’re laid gently on his bed, still being lavished with kisses turning deeper and sharper, you’re sure there will be marks on your skin by morning. His fingers are hot where they brush against the fold of your shihakusho, gently tugging the fabric to reveal more of you to his hungry gaze. Your sash is untied and dropped to the floor, followed by a piece of his clothing and then a piece of yours. Disrobing was second priority, your chest heaving as he never left your skin cold for longer than necessary to remove a barrier of cloth.
When he finally feels he’s smothered you in enough kisses, you’re both completely bare before each other. He’s hovering over you, one knee beside your hip and both hands on either side of your head, his other leg extended to keep his foot planted firmly on the ground. Those eyes, half-lidded and pupils blown with lust, roam over your body like he’s committing every inch of your skin to memory. You do the same, taking in the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, the muscles in his arms and legs flexed as he holds himself above you. You can feel an impossible heat rise in your body when your eyes land on his already fully hard erection. You can’t help but gasp and avert your eyes. A tiny voice in your head reminds you that this is your captain, for crying out loud!
“The things you do to me, woman.” He holds your jaw in his palm and a searing kiss is shared between you, your lips melding perfectly together. His tongue licks at your bottom lip, and you let it tangle with your own. There’s no fight for dominance, just the push and pull of your bodies as your entire being tries to join with him. He’s almost lying on top of you, and in a moment of opportunity you hook a leg over his hip and twist your bodies, rolling over until he’s on his back beneath you and you’re straddling his stomach. He only looks shocked for a moment, and you don’t give him much more time to right himself before attacking him with another breath-stealing kiss. His hands, large and strong and insistent, can’t keep still on your body. They’re everywhere, your hips, breasts, thighs, squeezing and feeling everything he’s been wanting to feel. He’s gentle with his hands, softly holding a breast while his thumb brushes over your nipple, making you jolt and moan from the unexpected sensation. Happily, he swallows the sound only to make you produce it again and again, toying and tugging at every piece of you that he can reach.
“Jushiro, please.” You beg, feeling heat pool in your belly. You’re sure he can feel you leaking all over his stomach, your hips unable to keep still the longer he spends teasing your body. Gripping your hips, he begins to sit up and you can’t stop yourself from placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back down, almost warning him.
“Don’t overexert yourself for my sake.” Good gods that smile was going to kill you. In your moment of concern he pulls the same move you had, a hand gently cradling your neck and flipping the two of you over so he’s hovering over you once again. It’s all you can do to gasp as your balance is thrown. When you’re refocused, you’re peering up at a halo of white as his hair curtains over your shared space. Nothing else in this world matters, only the two of you exist right here, right now. Your breathing picks up as the hand bracing your neck travels down your chest, trailing your skin in a scorching path to your lower belly and even further to the mound of your sex. His eyes pierce yours, silently pleading for permission, and your nod of approval is met with his lithe fingers slipping between your legs and gathering all the slickness produced from your pussy. He can’t help himself, teasing his fingers along your entrance and brushing up against your clit to make your body jolt. The gasp you let out is music to his ears. But his pace is torturous for you, impatience getting the better of you when you reach down to grip his wrist. The unoccupied hand comes and gathers both your wrists, pinning them above your head.
“Oh, no, I'm not done yet. Be good for me and keep your hands to yourself, won't you?” The sentence is punctuated with a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth, before his fingers continue their leisurely pace. He studies your face as one finger slips into you easily, a second soon following and your breaths are coming hard and fast. He curls and pumps his fingers, searching for all the angles that have your back arching beautifully and your voice calling his name like a siren. Anything that makes your eyes flutter he tries to emulate once again. His third finger only fuels the fire in your blood, the stretch making your head spin from the sheer pleasure. It’s impossible to tell how long it’s been since you’d landed on the bed, being at the mercy of Jushiro’s lips and hands alone have left you breathless and aching. You’re left utterly empty when he removes his fingers from your heat, gazing in wonder at just how sloppy and wet you’d left them. Gossamer strings stretch and snap when he spreads his fingers apart, and in your embarrassment you shut your eyes and turn your head, unable to cover your face with your hands still pinned. A throaty moan snaps your eyes open, only to witness the most glorious sight you’ve ever witnessed. The hand covered in your wetness was now wrapped around his aching cock, Jushiro’s head hung low as he stroked himself slowly to relieve some of the ache. It doesn’t last long, the sight makes you moan and his attention is back on you.
“Still think this is a dream?” You shake your head no, unsure if you’re able to form a coherent sentence after the sight you’ve just had the privilege of viewing.
“Good.” Your hands are released as he grabs your hips, twisting again so he’s leaning up against the headboard and a mountain of pillows, with you straddling his waist again. He’s holding you close, fingertips tracing nonsensical shapes into your hips.
“Are you ready for me? I’ll let you set the pace so I don’t hurt you.” You lean in close and kiss him breathless, before lining him up and sinking down onto him. The both of you moan into each other’s mouth, breathing heavily as you lower yourself slowly onto his cock, feeling every twitch as your pussy grips him tight. Finally fully seated, you’re both panting hard, a sheen of sweat decorating your bodies. His arms wrap around your waist, tugging you so your chest is against his and your arms wind around his shoulders, your hands burying themselves in his hair. A groan is muffled in your neck from the shift, your responding gasp quiet as a prayer in his ear.
“I need to move, love. Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready Jushiro. Don't hold back.” With a loud moan his hips buck up, his feet plated on the bed to leverage against you. Your vision nearly whites out at the movement, breath stopping for an instant, his tip hitting a spot deep inside you too perfectly. He doesn’t stop but for a moment, tightening his grip on your waist and lifting you up off his hips only to drop you back down as he thrusts up, his pace steady and deep. Starbursts dot your vision with every thrust, every stroke of his dick inside you makes you shake and the pleasure is too much and not enough all at once. You’re hiccuping between guttural moans, his own groans matching yours beat for beat, your voices creating a sinful melody neither of you want to stop listening to.
Your equilibrium is thrown again when Jushiro lifts you higher, keeping himself seated deep in your pussy and maneuvering up onto his knees, gently laying you down on your back once more. The angle shift makes your body tremble and your cunt squeeze down on him, his groan deep and long as he adjusts. You’re given no more time to think before one of your legs is thrown over his shoulder and his full weight is being used to fuck into you relentlessly. Moans are punched from your lungs, fingers bruising your thigh in his steel grip and the other hand coming down to rub tight circles onto your puffy clit. You scream then, your back arching almost painfully as your orgasm hits you full force without warning or preamble. You hadn’t felt just how heavily it was building, pleasure distracting from pleasure, and your vision whites out while your legs shake and squeeze around Jushiro’s waist, pussy clenching down on his cock tight enough to slow his punishing pace.
“That’s it love -shit- such a good girl for me.” He continues dragging in and out of you, pushing through the tight grip of your walls and shoving you into overstimulation, your legs trying fruitlessly to close around his hips.
“J-jushiro please I- ah!” He stills deep inside you, the curve of his cock pushing up against a spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back and you see stars. Tears begin to fall from the sheer white-hot pleasure, you barely feel it as liquid splashes over Jushiro’s thighs and stomach, and his own orgasm is yanked out of him at the sight. His body curls over you, cock twitching as he cums deep inside you with a deep, throaty moan, every muscle in his body tensed from the strength of his release. When you’ve both ridden out your glorious highs, he drops your leg in favor of pulling your limp body close, lying back with you on top of his chest. He doesn’t remove his softening cock from you, it would be far too sensitive for either of you if he didn’t allow it to slip out on its own. You’re both panting heavily, sweat coating your bodies, sweltering heat being cooled by the night breeze as it filters through the window. His hands are gently soothing you, one on your head and the other caressing down your spine to ground you from your earth-shattering release. When you finally come to, filtering out of your daze, you turn your head and place a chaste kiss on Jushiro’s warm cheek.
“Is it too soon to say I love you?” Your body jolts when you feel his cock twitch hard, still buried deep inside you. His groan is low and almost pained, surely he’s just as sensitive as you are.
“I’ll take that as a no, then.” He doesn’t have the energy to laugh, so he settles for kissing you silly again.
“Just give it a few minutes.” It takes more than a few, and by the time you’re both cleaned up and comfortable under the sheets your bodies ache from the strenuous activities. His arms have found a home on your body, your head buried in the crook of his neck, peppering tiny kisses on his skin as he slowly massages your shoulders and neck.
“Are you okay, Jushiro?” He hums in response, he’s never felt better in his life, he’s sure.
“I mean physically. Your health is my top priority, I’d hate to have strained your body tonight.” He chuckles then, energy beginning to return in a sleepy haze.
“I’m fine, my love. I’ve done much more, physically, while I was feeling a lot worse. This won’t put me out of commission. I promise.” You lift your head, leave a peck on his lips.
“You promise?” He nods, brushing a few strands of your hair out of your face. His returning kiss is deep, long and knocks the wind out of you. There’s no doubt in your mind you are in love with this man.
“I promise.” With that, you relax in his hold once more and allow your mind to fall into the throes of sleep. You think you hear a soft snore as your consciousness slips away, but that’s not something you need to think about.
BONUS:
You’re slowly pulled from your sleep by a steady, rhythmic thump. You know the sound, but your subconscious can’t quite place it. You’re only half awake when a voice filters through our brain, and it’s far too late when it finally dawns on you that it’s the voice of another captain, their footsteps approaching far too quickly for comfort.
“...missed you at the meeting so I’m just coming to check-” the door is only halfway open, and even by then Jushiro’s quick reflexes have a sheet covering both your naked bodies as you lay there stunned, your wide eyes meeting the slowly widening eyes of Captain Kyoraku of the 8th division. He blinks, eyes flitting between you and Jushiro, a knowing look crawling itself onto his face.
“Well well well, would you take a look at that. Congrats Jushiro, you’ve finally told her.” The other captain peers at you, and you bow your head in shy greeting.
“Good morning, Captain Kyoraku.” His smile is wide and joyful.
“Mornin’ sweetheart,” his eyes transfer over to Jushiro, “The meeting wasn’t anything important, you’ve already been excused from it.” Jushiro sighs, both from relief and irritation.
“Thank you, Shunsui, but we are both very naked and I’d appreciate it if you closed the door.” The pink-clad captain chuckles and tips his hat down to cover his eyes.
“Of course. Have a good day, lovebirds.” The door shuts and his footsteps recede into the distance. You suppose those surprise visits from the Captain of squad 8 will be approached a little more cautiously from now on.
“Hi! This is our ‘Hear Me Out’ cake with our friends!”
Laughter and giggles erupted from the living room as you watched adoringly from the kitchen; your kids made new friends at school and decided to do a trend they found on TikTok. You weren’t one to stop their joys, but you laid out some ground rules about giving away their full names and addresses. What other people did does not mean they should follow in their footsteps. These kids were in middle school. You should give them some sort of privacy. At least, that’s what your husband said.
Hence, you sat far from them, out of sight but not entirely out of earshot. You turned your head to the front door when you heard the jingle of the door opening. You got up and beamed at your husband, who came in with some groceries and friends he had found along the way. You two were holding a Halloween party, but before then, you had meet the parents first. That’s how you were brought up.
You leaned up towards your husband to peck him on the lips and smile gently, brushing his white locks behind his ear. " Welcome home, ‘Shiro. I see you brought company.”
Jushiro hummed gently, accepting the kiss and placing another on your forehead. " Yeah, I found them in the driveway, unsure if they should come in or not. You wanted to meet our kids’ parents after all,” he laughed, urging the parents to come in. They all lived in the neighborhood or within the county where their kids attended school.
The family often relocated due to your affiliation with the military, but your husband didn’t mind. He frequently cared for the kids while you were deployed and was great with them, too. He attended all the parent meetings, piano recitals, and soccer practice without hesitation. Although he was pretty secretive about what he worked, as you’re aware, it’s a high-ranking job. Sometimes, you would see people who work with him drop by to visit; you couldn’t deny they dressed weirdly. But they were kind, a little intimidating, but not as intimidating as your sergeant.
“The kids are doing a TikTok trend, a ‘Hear Me Out’ cake thing,” although you didn’t see much of it since the algorithm led you down a different path. You’ve heard about it at work.
“Did you tell them to not–”
“Yes, I did. Don’t worry,” you laughed, seeing that the parents were equally as worried as you about the safety of the internet.
“You think it’s okay to greet them?” You turned towards your husband, who had his hands on your shoulders, rubbing circles with his thumb on your back to feel for tensed muscles.
You eyed the kids laughing in front of the phone as they poked the chocolate cake they urged you to make, “I don’t see the harm in doing so.”
“Where’s our sons?” You smiled at the worried parents.
“They’re most likely in the basement with our son playing on his PS5; it is after a test. I thought it would be nice for them to relax before Halloween,” as you can tell from your son barging in with his test grades. Flexing that he got full marks and requested to play with his friends, you had to agree. He kept his promise and kept up with his grades.
Jushiro loves his kids equally; he stated he never had a favorite, but as far as you can tell, he always sees his daughter first when he comes home from work.
He placed another kiss on your lips. “I’ll be right back,” you said, nodding with a smile. Then you watched him enter the living room to see his daughter.
As you turned your back to wash some fruits with the other parents, you heard your daughter exclaim, “THAT’S MY DAD!” You and the other parents laughed; you could have guessed the conversation that led to that remark.
When you first met your kids’ friends, you heard several remarks. Your son’s friends were empathetic to him, “No wonder you say you don’t want to bring girls home,” while your daughter’s friends whispered to each other saying something along the lines of, “girl, your dad is hot.” The parents reacted similarly when you attended a ‘Take your parents to school’ day.
“Honey!” You heard your husband call as you placed the knife and apple back down, wiping your hands on your apron and going towards your husband’s voice. “Can you come here real quick?”
“Mhm?” You wandered over to his side with a smile, “what is it?” You happened to glance at the Hear Me Out cake, and you already had a feeling about what the following conversation would be since one of the kids placed a cutout figure of your husband there. That only earned a soft chuckle from you before you apologized softly, letting your husband take the floor.
“I’m grateful that I made an appearance there, but…” you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him; you felt like a blow torch just scorched the tip of your ears. “She’s the only one I wan– need,” he placed another loving kiss on your lips, and you admitted defeat to that, putting a hand to his cheeks to pull him in.
That earned various groans, and your daughter embarrassingly tried to rush the two of you out of the room: "There goes my chance.” You heard one of the girls say as your husband pulled away from the kiss, a sheepish look on his face. He knew he won.
“Like you ever had a chance, Dad thinks the world of Mom,” your daughter responded. You laughed a little, patting her on the shoulders a little.
“Yes, I do. Come on, kids. Start wrapping up. We’re going to start movie night soon,” your husband ushered them in. You helped out, and so did the other parents.
You helped them set up a movie before returning to the kitchen. This time, it was to just clean up since the others did most of the cleaning and preparing. You just had to do some touch-ups and finish making a to-do list. Your husband wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulders, watching you make your to-do list.
“Let’s have some fun tonight, love, and they’ll be out cold tonight, anyways.” Your ears heated up at the suggestion, but you cleared your throat, trying to play it cool, “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispered, kissing your ear lobe, “Do join for the movie.” He purred gently, tugging you out of your seat in the kitchen and leading you to the living room where the others had gathered. Jushiro had his arms around you as you sat in his embrace. He whispered the softest “I love you’s” against your figure, thinking you missed him.
You smiled gently, bringing his hands up to your lips and pressing the back of his hand to your lips. “I love you too.” Just as he’s good at making you flustered, you easily earned that from him, too.
the thing about kindness is that it's thankless. it's quiet. it's stored in your actions and the ability to confront your own flaws and mistakes. if someone comes to you and tells you that you've done something harmful, it's because they trust you enough to do that. that they have faith in you. and then you have to sit with it for a while and decide how you'll proceed. you decide if this person has the right idea about you.
if you decide it's not worth it to listen, that you didn't mean to be cruel or racist or sexist or homophobic or transphobic, so you won't bother to reflect on your behavior? i guess that says it all, really. you don't get to present yourself as a loving, kind person and run away the moment you're asked to prove yourself.
The one about the ship no one else cares about, or the deeply unpopular character, or the extremely unusual AU?
The fic that got no comments or kudos when you posted it?
Months or years from now, that fic might be exactly what someone is looking for in the sea of fics about all the popular characters, ships, and AUs.
Your fic might be the only fic out there that has what someone is looking for. The only fic that scratches the itch that it turns out you and that reader share.
yousharknotpass
snowghoul
blakekathryn
prguitarman
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izzy806
