Sorry for the mistakes, if there is any! I haven’t written in a while so i might lose my touch 😣
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You tend to wake up early during your menstruation period. Basically around the same time as your husband, Jushiro. So during these times, expect waking up to a cup of warm water near your bedside. Everything will be within arms reach.
Sweet husband.
“Good morning, my love.” Jushiro greets you warmly.
‘Oh, he’s so beautiful.’ You thought as you looked up at him in a daze. He let out a soft chuckle and proceeded to place his arm behind your back so he could help you sit up. A smile plays on his face as he sees your dazed look.
‘Cute’, he thought.
But being the sweet lover he is, he voices his thoughts out loud because you deserve to know it and it is the truth.
“You’re so adorable” he says, chuckling a little while handing you the cup of warm water. He tucked your hair behind your ear while you took a sip from the steaming cup. Your lips curved up at the gesture.
You pulled the cup away from your lips then placed your head on his shoulder. His hands immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you in for a hug. You both stayed like that for a moment then you pulled away looking at your husband, but he was already looking at you with that drop dead gorgeous smile of his. The kind of smile that made the ladies in the Soul Society swoon over him.
When he was single.
You let out a small laugh thinking about it.
“What’s so funny love? Jushiro asks, bringing one of his hands to caress your face.
His touch is oh so soft and soothing. Like those of an angel.
“Your smile is lethal, my love.” You said leaning in his touch while placing your hand on top of his.
Jushiro had a surprised expression for a moment then chuckled in that slight baritone voice of his. “Is it so lethal that I have captivated you my dear?” he says smugly while gently tilting your chin up.
‘Oh? So this is how he’s gonna play?’
You took his hand and led his index close to your mouth.
“Yeah, I think so. So lethal, that I have fallen deep for you…” you said in a slightly sultry voice then bit his finger gently.
Jushiro’s breath hitched at the sight. You released his finger then you were suddenly pulled closer to him, his breath close to your ear. He nibbled on your earlobe while whispering,
“If you keep on doing this to me, I won’t be able to hold myself back”.
Your body stiffened then relaxed. “Then don’t hold back once this predicament I'm in is over okay?”
Jushiro sighed and removed himself from your ear, he pulled you close, closing the remaining distance, hugging you. “Sorry love, I let myself get carried away”.
You shook your head, “Mmm you’re good baby. It was partly my fault for teasing you too”. You replied while moving to place your chin on his shoulder and rubbed his back up and down.
“You’re too good to me”. Jushiro whispers in your hair as he melts in your embrace.
⭒ pairing: jushiro ukitake x gn! reader.
⭒ requested by @dragon-anon
⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 J's lullaby (darling I'll wait for you) by D. Bailey 𝄞
⭒ tw: SPOILERS MANGA CH. 621! angsty as fuck. I'M SORRY. It's sweet though; but the song... | wc: 0.4k
White strands tickling on your arms.
Cold hands around your waist, and a moon you know it could be your last.
A soft song, in between destruction, plays like a caress to your broken hearts.
Nobody knows him like you do; and the taste of his blood is the acrid flavour of a reality you wouldn’t ever accept.
But tonight, you do.
“Is it really necessary, lovely?” you ask, one more time. Even if the answer is already very clear.
“My sweet, (Name)…” he sighs, kissing the bridge of your nose as both bodies move in unison to slow melodies.
Jushiro has decided that his faith had always been this. He knew his life lasted as long as it did because of this moment. He couldn’t hide it from you anymore, even if you always knew.
You prayed.
You cried and begged.
“Don’t do it, lovely. Don’t do it, Jushiro… please. I wish you could give me some more time…”
“It is only, and because of you. I need to protect you… please, understand…”
You knew, and you would have given him the Sun, the stars, all of the time if he asked you to… he could have your universe, too.
And the song, of that last night, keeps playing. Dancing, to an inevitable ending you both drift.
Jushiro promises, wiping the tear pooling in your cheek, that it wouldn’t be the end.
But please, darling… I wish that you could give me some more time. You haven’t been mine enough time….
But the shadow on his back, and the hand that stopped his life. And the inked that spilled until he fell into your arms, with the sweetest smile on pale lifeless lips.
He saved you. Yes.
He gave you time. To you. To your friends.
and for the whole universe too.
The sky you wanted to hold in your arms, it was all for you.
And he will always be yours, but not this time.
You will wait for him,
or he will wait for you…
hi!!! this event is perfect for our baby Jushiro, right? so can you write a fic with Ukitake x fem reader, him being the king of hell. Any kinks you want to add it's alright! thank you <3 <3
Hello, hun! Of course! I love him so I hope you don't mind me being a little extra sweet with the smut scene :3 thank u for requesting for him, it makes me extremely happy!! 💖
➡ Tw: nsfw. ⚠ mentions of SA when reader was alive! She killed his abuser! Reader lives in hell. Mentions of violence and death ⚠. sweet and merciful love making. fingering. vag. creampie. Slight spoilers you can only understand if you read the manga.
➡ wc: 2.6k
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There is a new king of Hell.
He has arrived a few months ago, but until now none of you have seen his face.
Some say that he is so powerful he had to be sealed here, some say he was just the king of sins. But none of you are really sure about it. Surely, Hell didn’t prohibit gossiping, but you should be careful… the King of Hell can hear, and he will make sure to punish you hard if you speak of him.
At this point you are absolutely used to the scolding heat underneath your soles, and the heavy shackle around your ankle that announces your steps each time they hit the ground. You walk towards the central cave; your ragged clothes were the reminder that even if you had been rich as a human, you were nothing but a number here…
Every sinner gathers around the throne. It’s time to meet the new King. Who would it be? After everything that happened, after the gates of Hell have been opened in such weird circumstances, after even, feeling weak for a long day after his arrival… he was powerful, immensely strong…
“Scum of Hell, bow to receive your new King!” a hooded guard, with a spike and chains around it orders. Just as he said, you did. Your knees hit the ground, your palms too. Your hair, way longer than the way you used to wear it on the living world, frames your face and grazes the stones underneath.
A sudden pressure on your body is too strong to even recognize. You feel your ribs crushing, your back arching, your lungs out of breath. The steps of the King, that you aren’t able to look at because his spiritual pressure is so strong your head couldn’t be lifted, echo all around the place.
“Please, stand-up” a sweet voice commands. It doesn’t sound like the Devil, nor even a tyrant who has arrived to rule the worst place in all of the worlds. As soon as those words were pronounced, the major pressure disappeared and even if the shortness of breath remains, you are able to lift your head up.
Pale skin, long white hair that almost grazes the ground, olive-coloured eyes. He doesn’t look like someone who belonged to Hell, but rather like an angel. You gawk, you haven’t seen such a kind face in what if feels it’s been eternity.
His eyes scan the emaciated faces of his now servants, his frown shows pain to see them. Could he be a new breath for Hell?
“Please, you don’t have to stay much longer; you can go back to your… lives…” he says, as the guards help him to sit on his immense throne. He looks sick, perhaps. And your heart beats faster, and faster…
Everybody around you leave the place, but you can’t move. You have remained kneeling, looking at him, spellbound by the beauty and delicacy of his whole image.
It doesn’t take long until you are left there, alone, in the middle of the cave. You weren’t protected by the many sinners around you. His olive eyes find you on the ground, your ragged clothes barely covering your impurity.
He fixes his sight on yours, your lips barely separate, you can’t move. For some reason, you were pleading for mercy even if you didn’t know it yet… and that King knows it too well, as if he is able to read your mind.
“What’s your name?” he asks, curiously looking you from above, but never degradingly.
You take a little time to answer, you still feel weak… in Hell you don’t get much to eat, you should get it by yourself. “I’m (Name)…” you whisper, feeling the royal guards pulling you up from your arms.
“How dare you speak to the King?” they ask, slapping your already beaten-up face. “Stop!” the King of white hair orders, making the guards fly away with just the movement of his hand. They let go of you, falling back over your already bruised knees.
You dared to look at him, eyes that go from the hot stones to him. You watch him walk down the stairs of his throne. His hair flowing, the white kimono that covers his body, too. He comes closer, and closer. His hands extended in front of you. “Stand-up” he orders.
You can feel the soft touch of his cold palm, the bony fingers interlocking with yours, the little veins on the back of his hand. He helps you stand up; on your feet you face him. He is taller than you, but not so much. He radiates strength, but also weakness. What is him? He is more than a king; he is a deity for sure.
“What was your sin?” he asks, dragging his thumb over the commissure of your lip to wipe some blood stains off. You swallow, you can’t lie to him, he is probably proving your loyalty towards him…
Trembling lips and a tear running through your cheek, are the prelude to your confession… “I have killed the man who abused me. I have killed him, and I have made him suffer, I rejoiced in him begging for mercy… like he did when I pleaded for it to him”
The King of Hell’s eyes show what he isn’t supposed to… they reflect that so needed mercy. He takes his white long haori to cover your shoulders, it’s wide enough to give you some decency. “Please, come with me” he whispers, pulling softly from your hand.
As you both walk through an endless hall, royal guards bow before him. They look at you, but they don’t say anything. If the King is walking with her, then, they should respect that woman.
The biggest room you have ever seen, even in your living years, appears in front of you. Velvety drapes, the biggest bed in the middle of the room. It looks nothing like you are used to see in hell.
“Sit down” he mumbles, helping you sit on his bed. It is comfortable, and you haven’t sat on something so fluffy since you were alive. “Thank you, my King” you whisper, looking at your fidgeting hands.
A soft giggle escapes his lips, the sweetest smile plastered on his lips. “Call me Jushiro, please” he utters. You smile kindly too. It’s impossible not to feel well around him, there is no way this man is the new King of Hell.
“So, judging by your sin you shouldn’t be here… but, what about staying with me for as long as it takes me send you to the Soul Society?”
You widen your eyes, there is no way he has just said such thing. Frankly staying with him seems enough for you, but Soul Society? You are a sinner! Weren’t the chains of hell unbreakable? How can you return? In any case if there is someone able to do so is the King of Hell himself… and you have no time to lose…
You throw yourself to him, snaking your arms around his waist. Your face gets pressed against his tight belly. You can feel the way his breathing gets accelerated, and instead of pushing you away his kind hands caress the crown of your head.
“I WILL BE YOUR SERVANT, I WILL DO EVERYTHING YOU ASK ME FOR MY KING!” you scream, muffled by his clothes against your mouth. Your forehead, your cheeks, your nose buried into his body. There isn’t a crumb of lies in that statement, you are willing to do whatever he wants and for some reason you can’t let him go from your embrace.
His slender fingers brush back your long hair, softly pushing your head back slightly. “You don’t have to beg for mercy, you are ok now” he mumbles, looking straight into your eyes as he still pats your head.
“Thank you… Jushiro~” you mumble, closing your eyes to snuggle into his embrace a little longer. But, those who transcend to Hell are unleashed of inhibitions, and desires are always a little more notorious and unstoppable for sinners… you keep purring like a kitten against his body, once, twice. Like the snake who tempted Adam and Eve to bite the apple, you graze yourself more and more against his clothes.
You can feel the King of Hell itself slowly succumbing to his masculine desires, even if he looked like an angel… there was something dark inside of that man, something that clearly had sent him down here.
“What are you doing, (Name)-chan?” he stutters, at this point trying to hide his growing erection from you. But you don’t answer, and you simply keep nuzzling on his abs, smelling the clean scent of his perfume.
“You… you…. You need a bath” he stops you, making you pout. But he was right, how comes a filthy sinner like you touch a God like him?. “Follow me, please” he commands, walking back from you. He has difficulty breathing, Jushiro can’t process your sudden approach.
His bathroom consists of a single cooper tub surrounded by many little bottles. You have no idea what them are, you don’t care either. “Here, I will fill it for you. Please take your time” he says, walking away, trying not to take a look at you… he is avoiding your stare because he is sure of falling into your tempting trap.
But, you won’t let him go. Of course, you won’t. You stop him, grabbing his wrist with a strong grip. “Please, don’t leave me” you plead, because even if you want him to touch you, you are surely scared of being alone.
“It’s ok… I will help you” he sighs, turning towards you slowly. Trying not to see your nudity would be stupid, your torn clothes weren’t covering a lot either way.
Jushiro takes a deep breath of air while he carefully undresses you, the rags fall to the ground showing him the many marks covering your body. “What happened to you…” he whispers, in pain. But you don’t care how many times you’ve been hit and hurt down here, you only care about his soft graze.
For a second, Jushiro gets lost in the beauty of your body. His emerald eyes travel from your collarbones, down the mountains of your breasts, to the valley of your inner thighs. He bites his pale lips to stop himself from going any further, despite you subtly dancing for him.
“Come on, it’s not really hot” he mumbles, pointing at the tub. Tub in which your beautiful legs hop. It’s true, the water is not really warm but pleasantly lukewarm. However, your body feels as hot as Hell itself. Yours, and his.
He uses a little container on the side to sprinkle water over your body. The fine drip of it serpents from your neck to your nipples, making them hard and noticeable. You squirm and let a little whine slip from your lips… Reddish lips so tempting for the white-haired man right next to you.
Jushiro swallows and dares to touch your skin to clean the dried blood of your body, your skin gets all bumpy by the simple graze of his palm. The more he goes down, the more you can’t help but spread your legs just enough for him.
“I don’t think I sho-“ he wants to convince himself he should stop… but why? After all he is the King, and you are a simple servant of him. “Please…” you moan, with pleading eyes and your lips getting closer to his. Your hands grip to the side of the bath as he violently attacks your mouth. Jushiro has fallen into the trap, and he won’t be able to come back now…
A kiss so deep and lustful you haven’t ever experienced; you whine in between the intrusion of his tongue and his fingers in your sex.
“Ah…Jushiro~” you scream, as his fingering motions go faster and harder in and out of you, with water splashing everywhere. “Weren’t you willing to do whatever I wanted, hum?” he asks, with a totally different tone. He is now more perverse, sinful, lustful, worthy of his throne.
You nod repeatedly, melting as your climax is getting closer. “I’m – coming…” you exclaim, burying your nails into his shoulder. “You are? But I wanna fuck you harder before you come…” he whispers, taking his fingers off your sex.
Jushiro stands up, lending his hand to you. Lightheaded, you get out of the tub and even if you thought you would be walking up to his bed, Jushiro attacks once again your mouth. Your wetness drips on the floor, your hair completely damped, your body too. His white clothes begin to stick to his body, the patches showing a lean body underneath. A body you wanna see completely naked for you, a body you discover as passionate kisses take place while you undress him.
Jushiro’s pale skin is as tempting as freedom, your lips graze the cold feeling of his flesh. Butterfly kisses and also nibbling, leaving red marks all over. He tastes as sweet as candy; his scent is as soft as flowers.
His hands surround your thighs, pulling you up. Coughing a little, he is able to lift you up. Your legs surround his hips, your arms his neck. His hardness looking for your entrance, your fingers tangled with his beautiful long hair.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, but I want it” he says, sounding as guilty as sure. “If you wanna punish me for this, do it… but first, fuck me, fuck me hard” you plead, joining your lips with his and letting your hips low down so he can penetrate you.
Jushiro grunts, the pleasure of your walls being stretched by his intrusive shaft makes his eyes go blank. Your toes curl, your nails carve into his back muscles, it feels so good, it makes you so dizzy.
Humping up and down, as both breathes each other’s moans, whines, and whimpers. You are close, already so close. And probably Jushiro is too. He barely manages to walk towards his bed as he keeps going in and out of you. Both fall over the mattress, him topping you, him making your right leg go up so he can fit better inside you. Deeper, he wants to go deeper on you.
Thrusts with organic motions, his hips go in, up, down, and out. Pushing up, sometimes slower, sometimes violently. His white strands of hair framing his face, falling on each side of yours. He pants, sometimes coughs. The ferrous taste on his mouth is nothing compared to the ambrosial flavour of your lips.
Jushiro takes his time to enjoy your clenching walls around his shaft, he is delighted by the whimpering creature underneath his frame. You are finishing, and he is too.
“I’m gonna cum, Jushi-ro” you moan. “Cum for me, beautiful sinner” he whispers in your ear, as the last thrust go even deeper than before, giving you the final blow. You tremble and arch your back as you hit climax, biting his lower lip, tinting yours in drops of blood.
He grimaces, it hurts, but it’s ok, he likes it too. Motivated by your orgasm he reaches his own, his soft grunts sound like a beautiful music to your ears. You can feel him filling you up, he doesn’t even try to pull out, he couldn’t do it even if we wanted to.
You rest over his pale chest, curling his hair in between your fingers, kissing his skin. He does the same, he is tired, but he is proud of ,despite his poor health, being able to make love to you as much as he liked…
“My King… I wanna stay here after all… can I?”
“Are you sure you don’t wanna get sent to Soul Society? You belong there”
“I wanna stay here with you, for eternity…”
a/n: dedicated to all those people who deal with chronic/terminal illnesses themselves or with a loved one. You are true warriors.
tw: Jushiro coughs blood and you take care of him. Fluff over sadness.
wc: 800
He coughs, persistently. His lungs can’t take it anymore, or maybe they do. Night after night, they do.
You wake up, startled at the way he is breathing. “Ju-chan, what’s going on?” you ask, turning around to see the white long haired man cough in his sleep. The framing dark brows on his frown show discomfort and you quickly wake him up.
“Ju-chan, wake up honey” you softly shake his arm. He opens his beautiful green eyes, watery from sleepiness and the hacking. “I’m- sorry” he says in between panting.
Your expression softens, you were not mad at him, you are worried. “Here, sit down. It’s better for breathing. Wait a second, ok?” you tell him, helping him sit on his bed. Since he had been having those attacks you two have bought a comfortable bed instead of sleeping on a futon over the ground.
You stand up from bed, covering your body with his silky captain haori and run to the kitchen. Green tea with some warm milk, a little bit of lemon and some honey will do, you think. But even so, you know nothing could cure his sickness. Not even the immense love you give him.
You still hear him cough from the bedroom, and a few tears build up in the corner of your eyes. How painful it is to see the ones you love suffering… Chocking back the wet products of your sadness you begin to walk to where he is.
“Brought you a tea, honey!” you chime, well knowing he is able to notice your sadness deep, deep inside your eyes. “Thank you, (Name)-san” he answers smiling so kindly, with a cloth on his hand and a tiny red spot on it.
You give him the tea, noticing this is one of the crises… blood again? You sit next to him, realizing the way he tries to hide the tissue from you, knowing too well also, that you had already seen it.
During brief periods of time, while the coughing stops, he drinks the tea sip by sip. You encourage him to do it slowly, so he doesn’t choke. And while he does so, you trace circles with your palm over his wide back.
The tea has helped him, and now he looks at you with lips that slowly turn back to their pale colour instead of that blueish tint on them. He is mortified, and you know what he probably thinks, “not again. She doesn’t deserve this burden”
“Please go back to sleep, I will go outside so you don’t wake up again… I feel so bad to always do this to you” he mumbles, looking at the cup in his caring hands.
“Are you crazy, Ju-chan? It’s cold as fuck, plus I adore to take care of you, don’t be silly! Come here!” you scold him, if he dared to went outside with the cold his lungs will get even bad. You take the cup and leave it over the nightstand and your arms cross his body.
You move so that he is able to lay his back over your chest, sitting on the bed. “See? This is the position you should be resting to avoid the coughing fits!” you tell him, now tracing circles over his chest with loving hands. You kiss his cheek, noticing Jushiro’s effort to avoid crying.
“You deserve a man who takes care of you, not this” he finally says, with long moonlight locks over his countenance.
You smile, because he doesn’t realize how much he take care of you, he makes you happy, he is everything you have. You brush his hair off his eyes and tuck it behind his ear.
“And you think I don’t have it? You think you are not a man who takes care of me?” you ask, rocking both of your bodies back and forth subtly. “But-“ he says, well aware you won’t allow him to say otherwise.
Because he had been there every time you cried, every time you were sick, when you needed help, fighting for you, kissing your forehead every night before falling asleep. For you, and for everybody he had been there… “Let’s go back to sleep, silly Ju-chan…”
But stomping little hurricanes open the door of your room and there they run towards you two with tiny hands and spread arms.
“DADDY!!! MOMMY!! WE WANNA SLEEP WITH YOU!!”
“Well, I guess tonight is gonna be a long, long night… 💖”
