ukiyo

she/her → 20

feel free to send me requests, im very uninspired on my own. (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

(p.s. i’ll only take asks for characters that are established adults during or by the end of their series!!)

included this into the headcanon post :D

its been done !!!

sfw —

・married life with ukitake would be a quiet one. not the bad type of quiet that welcomes a cold loneliness, but the type of quiet that means tranquillity. it's peaceful, mornings spent over tea, basking in the golden rays spilling into the room and talking over the little things.

・ukitake always had a habit of gift-giving. you'd taken note of the notion around the time you'd both met. after getting married the gesture increased tenfold. the gifts grew dearer in thought and value, too. he believes it to be the best way for him to show his appreciation for his dear wife. while others label his gifts as unwanted or odd, you've come to cherish them with all you have. truth be told, you find it adorable. on the off chance he's had to tend something and kept you home, he'll always return with a new trinket for you.

・branching off leaving you at home; he hates it! he tries his best to bring you with him whenever he's out. it breaks him each time he has to leave. it's not even like it happens often, you always reassure him its okay. he pouts with big puppy eyes each time.

・being with him so often, you realised that you fixate on his hair a lot. there's just so much of it, you can't help but brush it down in your shared time together. he finds it endearing when you meticulously weave in little flowers or accessories to a well-crafted braid (that took you 20 minutes to perfect). he wears them in as long as he can to show off his beloved's knack for styling.

nsfw —

・let's not sugar-coat things; this man has a breeding kink. he'd always danced around the idea, often pushing the thought away due to his illness. but after you came into his life, it was all out the window. watching you interact so gently with children, cooing at babies made him fold (horrifically easily). he needs to put one in you as soon as possible.

・his favourite positions are the ones that let him wrap his arms around your frame and roll up into you. lotus position is most often the go-to. it makes his head spin each time you fall apart in his arms or cry into his chest when you're about to reach your peak. close second would be the spooning position.

・you were definitely his first. the night of your wedding ceremony was the first time he had been bedded with another person. he still beams at the memory, even if he was slightly pathetic.

・he just can't be rough with you! even if you insist you can take it, your poor husband just can't bring himself to manhandle you (but he totally could). he makes it up in his hands, though. no matter what position he's got you in, his hands are always busy running up n' down your soft stomach, tracing the imprint he leaves. or they're toying with your clit.

・honourable mention: it's long and skinny.

this headcanon stuff is hard. i hope i did good (•ᴗ•,, )

i tried to knock out two birds with one stone because i'd gotten two different asks for jushiro, so i guess sfw and nsfw section could be considered two different things (っ- ‸ - ς) ?

THANK YOU ANONS FOR THE REQUESTS I LOVE YOU !!

when your genius hunk of a man had suggested a remedy to combat the heat, you weren't expecting to be laid flat across the futon stripped down to your panties.

"i don't see how this is— nn... kisuke!" you whined in protest, rudely interrupted by the flat of his tongue gliding from the ridge of your collarbone n' up the column of your neck.

he'd been doing this for what felt like hours, kissing and laving his tongue across your soft body. the air hit coolly in the wake of the wet muscle. it was semi-effective to say the least.

kisuke huffed a breathy chuckle against the junction where your ear met the curve of your jaw, palms encasing your jittering hips, "don't think about it too much, okay, sweets?" as the wet muscle responsible for your dishevelment traced down the lining of your trapezius, dragging an involuntary shiver from your frame.

you could feel the way his stubble scratched in tandem with his tongue, sucking in a breath as he mouthed down to the curve of your breast.

he lingered. leered up at you before running the pink muscle arooound the supple flesh, not quite grazing the pink of your nipple yet.

it made your head spin.

one of his hands left your hip, dragging the calloused palm up until his fingers cupped the spilling mound of your other boob. only then did he take your pebbled peak into his warm mouth, tonguing at the tip, circling it, flattening the muscle against it, pulling the sweetest of gasps from you.

with an embarrassingly loud pop, he let go. the breeze gusting through the open window was cold against your damp tit, goosebumps rising across the valley of your saliva-sticky skin.

urahara merely watched, cheek pressed to your currently unlicked boob, his finger circling the nipple of it absentmindedly as if it were a fidget-toy.

"see? beats the heat nice n' easy."

you would have clubbed him over the head, wiped that smug, almost drunk little smirk off his face if you weren't somehow falling apart at the bare minimum of touches. "whatever."

the man lounging against you could only hum dreamily, hand moving from the breast it occupied itself with to instead replace it with his mouth. that hand moved back down to your hip, baton-passing to the other hand that now toyed with your spit-slick globe.

your back arched further into his busy mouth, nails clawing at the blankets by your head.

god, were you really going to crumble from some run of the mill titty sucking?

the answer was yes, regrettably.

he pushed both of your tits together, flashing you a mean grin before taking both nipples in. he kissed, nipped, sucked the pinky buds until they were many shades redder than they had started.

every time his teeth tugged at both bundles of nerves, you felt electricity shoot straight to your clit. it had you practically keening.

kisuke was in love with the way you were on the precipice of ruin, "you'll cum from this, won't you?"

"g—god, shut uuup."

you didn't want to admit it to him, but you were. you could feel your untouched hole leaking, fluttering around nothing every time his lips moved just right. the build up was lighter, and yet just as promising.

and then your hips bucked up, a long, drawn-out whine choking up from the back of your throat filtering through the room as your orgasm crashed into you suddenly.

it took you wholly by surprise, an awkward warmth spilling from your crying pussy that only served to feed into your scientist's ego.

"that's what i thought," that smirk you wanted to wipe clean off his face again. you didn't even want to think about it, head falling back against the futon with arms blocking your peripherals.

"…whatever."

at least you weren't dying from the blazing heat anymore.

it's actually winter here, but i thought it was fitting

sorry if it gets repetitive!! its 2am and im half asleep

STOP I LOVE YOU AAA

THANK YOU!!!! I’ll keep doing my best ᕦ(ò óˇ)ᕤ

suguru had you situated snug in his lap, your bottoms discarded and thrown somewhere in your room. you didn't care. all you could think about was the way his big hands had you spread, a warm palm splayed against the inner-side of your thigh while the other busied itself with your pussy.

his violet gaze narrowed, a humoured huff grazing against your mussed hair as he watched the way your back slumped against his chest, sinking down in such a way that it tilted your hips further into his hand.

you were being turned to mush from just two fingers. lazily dragging in n out, in n ooout. sometimes he would purposefully slow down the drag, draw out that delicious sensation and let you feel the way his fingertips curved up to prod where it felt best, feel the way you resisted letting them go as your hole greedily sucked them back in.

‟you love this, don't you? filthy girl,″ he snickered in that snide tone you knew too well.

it's not like he was wrong. it's not like you could do much, either, what with the way he curled his fingers particularly deep and elicited the sweetest whimper from you.

your own fingers engrossed themselves in fisting at his sweats, white-knuckling the fabric and pulling in jolts subconsciously. he noticed. of course he noticed.

and of course he had to point it out, ‟looks like you do. i'm jealous, baby,″ as his hand formerly at your thigh snaked up, raking his index across your skin and watching those goosebumps rise. gently, he took one of your hands in his, bringing it to his perfect lips and pressing a kiss to the smooth expanse.

"focus on me instead."

you nod meagrely, taking note of the way he had began pumping his fingers just that little bit firmer.

gradually, that spine-tingling drag of his middle knuckles against your squishing walls picked up pace. sometimes he would grind the tips as far in as he could, letting you feel how deep he could touch, watch the way your eyes rolled back and your tongue threatened to spill out from between your lips. it built up a sinful promise of release.

"sug—hnn... sugu', m'close," you choke out between your little sighs of ecstasy. that almost listless grin of his lengthened, his big hand squeezing your much smaller one as if encouraging you.

in an instant his thumb padded at your pearly clit, "mhmm... go on, who am i to interrupt?" as he circled the bundle of nerves.

suguru pressed in firmly at your bud, a lazy bout before keeping momentum with his bullying fingers. you could feel the way your walls clung to him, arousal leaking to his pants and seeping into the thick cotton. with rocking hips and hurried gasps of air, you sob out, "d—on't stop...! ohhfh... god— please,"

"i won't, sweet."

all it took was a particularly sharp nudge at your sweet spot before you spilled over, head falling forward as your weak frame slumped further down into his warm body. your head was spinning, the waves of your orgasm crashing over you with each mean push of his thick digits, now slick with your release, into your twitching channel. to drag out the sensation, he always claimed.

as you came down from the sickening sweet of your high, your head heavily rolled back, bleary eyes meeting his blown-out own. he looked hungry. like a fox being teased by its prey.

"you've got more in you, don't you?"

for my sugu girlies ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

i did my best (￣□￣;)!!

sfw —

・ jugram is an extremely loyal man, he just can’t look the other way when it comes to you! you often find him staring at you with those pretty blue eyes, whether it be an outing, over breakfast or around the house; all he can look at so devoutly is you.

・ he can be very protective. jugram treats you as if you’re made of glass so fragile it could shatter at any moment. it can be a bit of a prickly habit, but it has its perks! he’ll always take the outer path, keeping himself closer to the ‘dangerous’ side so you’re not at immediate risk. honourable mention; always holds edges and corners of tables if you drop something and lean down to get it.

・kisses. there isn’t a day that passes by without a kiss. in the morning, leaving for duties, as he comes home, before bed, the list goes on. he especially loves cupping your cheeks in his big hands or sweeping your bangs out of the way to give you a kiss on the forehead. the bloom of pink across your face could kill and revive him instantly. totally gets on one knee to give your hand a kiss too.

・it's worth mentioning that he would probably be phenomenal when it comes to anything hair care related. you've gotten a bit lazy since being with him when it comes to styling; he's just too good at it. how could he not be when he's got such pretty hair himself .

nsfw —

・ jugram can be a meanie. primarily through his actions over words. as much as he hates seeing his pretty girl cry, watching those tears roll down your cheeks and those pathetic sniffles while he’s got you folded in two fills him with a filthy sense of glee. he can’t help but roll his hips down that little bit harder.

・as nasty as he can be in bed, his hands are always on yours. in missionary his heart practically melts every time your hands squeeze around his where they’re intertwined when he hits a particularly sweet spot. loves it when you squirm and nudge at his hips or chest, it gives him an excuse to tangle his fingers with yours and keep them pinned firmly above your head.

・jugram is a service dom to the max. come home from a long day and need to blow off steam? yeah he’ll finger you until his hand cramps. upset? he’s head between your thighs in an instant, letting you talk (with difficulty) about your day while he’s going down. he’s always happy to prioritise your pleasure over his, it brings him the most satisfaction.

・aftercare meister!! this man needs you to know he worships you. he’ll run you a bath, wash your hair, massage the ache from your overworked body before even thinking about himself. he makes sure you're glowing by the end of it, kissing you into a gentle lull until he's certain you've drifted off.

i hope i did a good job, i never really consider headcanons often :D

i kind of modernised it now that i think about it, oopsies

you could hardly breathe, the air punched from your lungs with each languid snap of his hips into yours. those prettily manicured nails dragging down the patchwork expanse of his pale skin, angry red lines blooming to-be evidence of tonight’s escapade.

it drove stein mad.

it all started with a proclamation in the name of science. a simple experiment.

now he has you folded in the meanest mating press, calloused palms wedged to the backs of your knees that he pushed down, down, down to each side of your face with a strength you’d hardly expect from a scientist if you didn’t know any better.

“st— nnh...! stein! ss’too mmuh—uch!” you manage to choke out between his mean thrusts. all he can do is shush you in that sickly sweet faux doctors front when dealing with nervous patients.

“shhh… you can do it, jus’ a lil more f’me, pretty. it’s f—for the… experiment…”

and all you can do is take it.

you’re utterly defenseless to the absolute debauchery of what he still insists is an experiment, broken moans and poorly stifled whimpers bouncing off the empty walls while his battering ram of a cock only drives into you faster.

he can feel the way your ruined pussy continues to suck him in, golden gaze drifting down to where you’re connected. it’s filthy, disgustingly sticky from your previous orgasms and it’s only serving to wear his sanity thin.

“please—oohffuck… pleasepleaseplease—”

“hhah… begging?”

you can hear the grin through the broken sound of his voice, the hands you had flung around his shoulders lowering to grapple against his hips.

it intrigued him, you intrigued stein.

his pace increases, hands gripping your legs now balled into white-knuckled fists caged on either side of your head. his head had also dropped to your shoulder, short, hurried breaths light against your ear.

and you could only sob out, “sss—mmfh… m’so close…” as he angled his hips further up, dragging you with him. the pit of your stomach teetered on collapse, coil wound tight and fraying at the edges as the weeping tip of his cock punched against the back walls of your malleable hole.

“c—cumming! ♡”

you barely got the words out before the coil snapped, head thrown back against his pillow and your back arched nastily. your orgasm washed over you, gushing messily around his shaft and dampening the sheets completely undone beneath the two of you as your legs shook pathetically with curled toes.

that was all it took for him, too. thrusting once, twice, before pressing himself as deep as your body would possibly let him and spilling into your innermost depths. he held himself there, grinding shallow circles to prolong the overwhelming sensations before the ebb and flow afterglow took.

“you did remarkably," the octave of his voice beside your ear broke the numbing silence, broad frame leaning back to examine his handiwork, “but we're not done yet.”

you felt your stomach drop.

“all possible outcomes must be accounted for before an experiment can be considered complete.”