#Unohana x reader

[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Unohana Retsu x f!reader; Zaraki Kenpachi × f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!unohana, dom! shunsui, dom!zaraki, sub!reader, switch!shunsui, oral sex (f!reader receiving), oral sex (unohana receiving), vaginal fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, male masturbation, size kink, creampie, dirty talk, vaginal sex;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Shunsui Kyoraku.

A master of seduction and the seven deadly sins, he would spend hours eating you out for hearing the sweet chant of moans and whimpers you sang for him. There is not a position you have not tried before, but his unrestrained thirst for you and his untainted desire to make you climax on his tongue made him opt for one that granted him the chance to palm himself and jerk off while exploring the depths of your core, coating his fingers and lips into his personal favorite nectar.

Kneeling in front of you, with your back flattened against the wall, Shunsui grasped one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder, his eye flicking up to check on you as he pushed the soaked fabric of your underwear to the side. Sex with him was intense, but never rough. He took care of you, led you safely towards the apex of pleasure.

"Let me taste you, please" he hoarsely pleaded you, your fingers threading the soft strands of his dark chocolate hair in anticipation.

You sighed, his hot breath fanning your wet folds making goosebumps raise on your thighs. Your reaction did not escape his eye, his mouth latching onto your skin and leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way up to your pussy. Yet, he did not dare to touch you directly, not until you gave him your explicit consent. He needed to hear it from him.

"Please, please, darling, please... Just say the word and I will lavish that pussy until you have no more strength to stand without me supporting you" he purred, teasingly kissing your bundle of nerves.

Electricity coursed through your veins, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you delicately pushed his head back towards your pussy "Feast on me. I'm all yours" you whispered, watching in awe as the Captain Commander grinned mischieviously up at you and proceeded in running his tongue flatly down your folds, before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit.

Your knees buckled, a throaty moan ripping from your chest as you closed your eyes and lolled your head back against the wall. You knew that practice had made him this good, an ounce of jealousy always seeping into your mind whenever he masterly brought you to Heaven and back on Earth, now he was doing this to you, he was down on his knees to worship your body.

"Fuck! — you whined out, when a soft grunt erupted from his throat — Did I mention your eye-patch is hot?" you breathed out, enjoying the sight of your man spreading your labia with the fingers of his free hand while the other was wrapped around his shaft, busy relieving himself from the aching bulge driving him insane.

Shunsui delved his tongue into you, your fingers pulling on his hair a little tighter to brace yourself.

"Stop it or I will come in my hand..." he groaned, teasingly tugging with his teeth at your slippery folds. He perfectly knew what he was doing, but the sight of his dick in his hand was making you yearn for more.

You did not care if the act could be labeled as rude, demanding, or as a deliberate selfish way to assure yourself your climax, but you pulled his head back by his hair. Panting, quivering legs and a lustful gleam in your eyes you removed your leg from the top of his shoulder and motioned for him to stand up. The Captain Commander stood tall, his large frame a blanket of warmness enveloping you into his arms.

His hands rested flatly on the wall at your sides, caging you between it and his massive body. His stubble glistened in the dim light provided by the lamp on the nightstand and you cupped hos cheek in your hand, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

"Shunsui, I need more. Now" you murmured, your lips nipping on his earlobe as he glided his hands underneath your thighs and picked you up.

He did not say much, he simply rubbed the tip of his cock down your slick to collect your juices and he gradually, smoothly sheathed himself into you with a guttural groan. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his hips, once he began to thrust into you at a sensual pace, your moans sending him on Cloud Nine.

"I love you" he hoarsely said, gritting his teeth as he felt your walls clamping down onto him.

Your mind was fuzzy, but you had enough energy to cling onto him for dear life. Oral sex always led you two to want more and scream each others name at the top of your lungs. Because after all, when have you ever let him come in his hand? Never. He always busted his load into you.

Unohana Retsu.

Calm and collected, radiating a loving aura, she only showed her true colors to you. Not everyone knew about her past. If the stories about how she used to wield her sword to lead the Eleventh Division with pride and unadulterated cruelty had not come straight out of her mouth, you would have probably not believed them. It was hard for you to depict your girlfriend as a blood-thirsted woman who sat on a pile of corpses, crowning herself the queen of a despicable crew of professional assassins. Now, however, as you began to explore your intimacy, you could see some glimpses of her dark side.

The ferocity of such a beautiful and majestic woman claiming her place on the top of the food chain always left you speechless.

She was an attentive lover, overall. Albeit she never forced you to submit, she was pleased by the way you obediently obliged to her requests and never ceased to praise your natural predisposition to feed her inner cravings. Not selfish in the slightest, though, when it came down to oral she was so dedicated to the cause of bringing you joy and satisfaction that she did not hesitate to ask you to lay down on your back and let her give you an extrasensorial experience.

How? A passionate sixty-nine, naturally. Giving and receiving, according to her, allowed you the chance to focus on both your lover and on the warming feeling she provided you by swirling her tongue around your bundle of nerves meticulously. The remains of her former cold personality tended to resurface, whenever you engaged sexual intercourses. She rarely let you top, therefore she was the one to sit on your face during the sixty-nine.

She smiled softly against your dripping heat, the moment your thighs began to quiver. She knew exactly which spots to stimulate, when and how.

"You are doing such a good job. Your body is always so responsive" Unohana chimed, her breath slightly labored as she tried to restrain herself from moaning out your name at the way you sucked on her clit.

You did not answer, instead, you bucked up your hips to let her know how needy you were and how much you craved her touch. Sex with her was always so sensual it barely allowed you the chance to think straight.

She hummed at your shameless display of eagerness,  her hands gripping the plush of your thighs as she buried her mouth back into the warm cave of your pussy. Her tongue lapped at your folds viciously, leisurely when she flicked your clit, and she enjoyed how you started whimpering, neglecting the task at hand to give her pleasure as well.

"Oh my gosh! Babe, wait, if you keep on doing it like that I'll end up—" you piped out, your breath erratic as you tried to get her attention by squeezing her ass warningly.

But the First Kenpachi was not going to stop. Gently lowering her pussy onto your mouth once again, muffling your moans and whimpers. There it was, her real self, the wild woman she used to be.

"Coming?" she cooed, smiling against your pubes as you shut your eyes as nibbled at the glistening, puffy lips plastered over your mouth.

You could not take it anymore. Delving your tongue deep into her, you let it go. Waves of pleasure engulfed your nether regions and you released onto her tongue, as she let out a small whimper herself. Your juices dripped from her chin, her eyes fluttering opened while she straightened herself up, glancing at you from up above. Her braid undone, long and raven long hair draped over her smooth back. She looked dashing like that.

"My pretty girl is so good for me. — Unohana crooned, rotating her hips to create some more friction with your parted lips — Now, why don't you focus a little more and make me come too?" she asked you in a slightly darker tone.

Anything. You would have done anything for her.

Zaraki Kenpachi.

He does not eat you out, he devours you. You are his woman, for God’s sake, you deserve the best. Along with protecting you no matter what, this man would do literally anything to make you happy. Even though he does not waste any given chance to have you underneath him, so perfect and small compared to his large frame, Zaraki can somehow sense when you need some good treatment. What does it consist in? Having you sprawled over the bed, folded in half, your pussy ready for him to lavish and suck dry.

“It’s lunch time” he croaked out, as he pushed your legs to your chest and shot you a knowing look, prompting you to keep them up for him as he glided his index down your slick to tease you.

You two had such a chemistry in bed it was hard not to read each others minds. His fingers mapped out all the right spots your body with expertise, they explored you until you were left writhing and shaking under him. Although he was not known around for being a gentleman, he was far from being rough with you.

You trembled, when he slowly plunged his digit into you, the stretch already leaving you breathless, but it did not last for two much. He pumped it a few times into you, eliciting soft whimpers and whines from you that made his chuckle in amusement.

“Look at you. So small to even take my fingers, yet so wet you are dripping…” he noted, your cheeks heating up at his unfiltered remark.

You loved him.

When he removed his fingers, the man quickly shoved it into his mouth and made sure to savour your taste. His visible eye boring into yours as he grinned and buried his face down onto your cunt, his tongue lapping and sucking on your clitoris hungrily, air knocked out of your lungs temporary. Recovering from his assault was almost impossible for you, everytime was like the first.

“K–Kenny! O my God… Don’t stop” you whispered, your legs quivering as you struggled to keep them up from his to enjoy his feast.

“Keep them up” he groaned, delving his tongue into your core and causing you to gasp and grip the back of your thighs a little tighter to push them more towards your chest. But he knew you were struggling, he knew you needed help and he wanted you to focus on your pleasure above anything else.

Keeping his mouth busy on your pussy, messily licking and nibbling, he swatted your hands away and gripped your thighs roughly. Moaning loudly, as he kept your folded in half, you felt a familiar pressure coiling on your lower abdomen, your mind going blank as your orgasm washed over you violently, like a wave crashing over you.

Kenpachi truly had his own special way to kill you softly.

Author note.

Hello there! I’m so glad I managed to post this second part to ‘how they eat you out’. A third and, probably,last one is coming and it will include Shinji, Isshin and Grimmjow. I hope you have enjoyed this one! As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

X O X O

TAGS: @kr0wu @electronicwitchcollection @brittscafe @stygianoir @bleach-your-panties I dedicate this piece to you 💜

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How the Captains and Lieutenants (+) would react to PDA

I’m obsessed with this anime you don’t even understand. Imma do a spin off of this but with the arrancar and sterneitter and Yhwach… yes I like Yhwach. Suck my dick. All the captains are the ones in the picture aka pre attack TYBW captains. Ikkaku and Kaien are the only changed lieutenants. This took to long to write so I barley proof read it, it just gets a little reparative at times. Read the note at the end plz. Enjoy my loves.

Chōjirō Sasakibe

W/ others: Young Chojiro would find it sweet. He has a very strong heart and will acknowledge the love of the couple but do nothing more. Older Chojiro would probably scoff and tell them to be a little more prideful about when and where they show their affection.

W S/O: I think no matter what age he’s pretty much the same. Wouldn’t do too much or too little. Younger him wouldn’t be as affectionate because he might have other priorities. Older him though, even tho he has more responsibilities, he’s laid back and will rest with you on a bench as you talk about your day. Would probably like feeding the ducks at a local park with you.

Suì-Fēng

W/ other people: *Side eye*. She ignores it for the most part but wishes they would do it in private. As long as it’s not anything tooo intimate then she doesn’t mind really.

W/ S/O: She doesn’t like it. Again, she doesn’t mind anything very subtle. Intentional but discreet brushing of the hands, holding eachother pinkies under the table, or sitting close together, is all alright. Hugging and Kissing on the other hand? No. Maybe if she’s feeling a little soft or has a good day, a kiss on the cheek would be exceptional, maybe a pet name. Other than that, absolutely not. She does have a reputation to uphold after all. (*cough* and she doesn’t want Yoruichi to see *cough*)

Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi

W/ others: He finds it endearing that people can express their love for eachother so openly. He won’t comment on it and keep going on with his day. If it gets a little to handsy between the two he’ll probably strum his guitar a little harder to block it out or just get up and walk away.

W/ S/O: He enjoys it. He likes the feeling of his hands in yours and arms wrapped around each other. He’s a little more open about it in private but that doesn’t mean he’ll completely stop in public. He’s more of a words or affrimation kinda guy, I mean he puts so much emotion into his lyrics, how could he not be? He’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and if he’s in the mood, a couple filthy promises.

Izuru Kira

W/ others: Izuru is a naturally introverted and quiet person. Seeing people so open and confident in their love for eachother makes him a little jealous. He wishes that sometimes he could put himself out there just a little more, but he’s comfortable in his little bubble so the thought alone kinda scares him.

W/ S/O: As I said before, he’s a shy lil boy. Not to much in public or you’ll kill him. In private tho, 🤭. He’s literally all over you, begging and whimpering for just a little bit of attention (he’s def a sub imo). He likes having someone to hold every night he goes to bed and every morning he wakes up. Tbh, I think he goes for the extroverts; he’d appreciate it if you make the moves most of the time. But when he’s in a mood, best believe he’s not letting you go anywhere, for someone so slim he can be exceptionally strong; aka his status as a lieutenant. He loves words of affirmation, giving or receiving.

Retsu Unohana

W/ others: She thinks it’s sweet, at least Retsu does. As long as they aren’t doing too much she just goes on about her day. Yachiru on the other hand would have scoffed a little, shaming them for their openness, thinking that those moments between two lovers should be saved for the more private and intimate moments. (*She a reformed crip*)

W/ S/O: Im a little indifferent on this one. I don’t really have an opinion on her when it comes to this. I think before the main story and tybw she wouldn’t even be interested in anything but battle. Main story Unohana (+) pre-attack tybw, wouldn’t mind hand holding. She’ll call you cute/endearing names like “dear or hun” but other than that, I don’t think she’ll be that mindful or care about it.

Isanae Kotetsu

W/ others/: She’s shy and reserved just like izuru. More prone to blushing at seeing other people cuddle up to each other . If she makes contact with either of the two she’ll put her head down and scurry away. She’s so cuteeeee☺️.

W/ S/O: FLUSTERED AF. Will blush, stutter, and whimper at any sign of affection; especially in public. Y’know when in anime the two love interests are walking home together and one grabs the other's hand and turns away blushing? That’s her. She rarely makes the first move but will silently ask you too.

Shinji Hirako

W/ others: Fuckin Hypocrite. He'll scoff and get in his “I wish that was me so imma be a hater,” moods. Seeing people canoodling with each other in public kinda makes his dick hard ngl. He imagines it’s him with his s/o. niggas a pervert on bro.

W S/O: Touchy grabby touchy grabby. Won’t keep his hands to himself. Loves the fact others can see how shy he makes you. Will whisper the filthiest, diabolical things in your ear. Scratch that, if he feels like it he’ll say it out loud. Depending on who you are though, he won't actually say anything, he’s truly a respectful person; just likes to tease. Besides anything sexual, he loves holding your hands and looking deep into your eyes. It’s not hard to make him blush either but he’ll do so with a big smile and soft gaze. He just wants everyone to know how in love he is.

Byakuya Kuchini

W/ others: He doesn’t really care. Little displays of affection are okay in front of him but for the most part, because of who he is, people tend to not take it too far when he’s around.

W S/O: Like Soi Fong, he has a reputation to maintain. He’s a very private and uptight person. Most would say he has a stick up his ass (*kenny*). Another person who prefers to show affection in private. He’ll let you lay your head on his shoulder or vice versa; hands intertwined while you observe the koi fish in his private pond. In meetings with the other nobles, he’ll grab and squeeze your hand from under the table to reassure you. Who knew he could be a lil softie.

Renji Abarai

W/ others: Doesn’t matter to him. Don’t try and bang in front of him and you're cool. Renjis a very laid back guy even if he can be a hot head. He prefers if people would do it in private but if it starts to get to much for him he’ll just get up and walk away.

W/ S/O: I can only imagine him w/ Rukia I’m so sorry. Butttt, if I had to give a take on it I’d say he can get really flustered.

Sajin Komomaru

W/ others: Slightest bit jealous. Because of what he looks like, afraid that nobody would wanna do those things with him. He doesn’t have an opinion on PDA, as long as they’re respectful of the others around.

W S/O: It’s a pretty known fact that Sajin is insecure about himself. However, after he takes his face covering off he does become a little more confident. He’s another private one. Loves cuddling next to the fireplace. In his human form tho, he feels like he has an opportunity to finally show how much he loves you in public without fear of getting judged. He’ll hold you hand and call you a little pet name but for the most part he’s “meh” about it. Afraid to get fur in your mouth.

Shunsui Kyōraku

W/ others: Also another pervert. Have you read his books? Is the cheesy romantic type who says shit like “they just love eachother so much”. That one guy in meet cute romance novels who sits in the back of the cafe or park benches and writes a story based on couples he sees walking by. On some “her big blue eyes started into his narrow darker ones 🥺,” type shit.

Would probably write smut about it ng hold you. Lisa peer edits 4sure.

W/ S/O: Shameless bastard. Like shinji, he does not care who he’s around. Gets a pass because the head captian thinks of him as a son. Will do it infront it him even, making you give him a slap to the head. He’ll just wink at you and give you the biggest, wettest kiss on your cheek ever (*que Yamamoto leaving the room mumbling about how the younger generation has no shame*). Physical touch and words of affirmation are his strong suit. Will tell you your beautiful no matter when or where. Loves taking naps with you under the many beautiful trees located in *byakuyas’ home* the seireitei.

Nanao Ise

W/ others: Unprofessional. She thinks things like that should be indoor activities in their own space. Would probably speak up about it if it was getting too much. Wouldn’t be bitchy about it but would definitely have a very stern tone.

W/ S/O: Again, save it for inside. Would be flustered at any type of affection but more so in public. Would have the brightest cheeks and tell you off for doing things like that in public. She kinda gives me veryyy subtle tsundere vibes, like you gotta squint to see it. In private however, she’ll come up to you with redden cheeks and an embarrassed/ little irritated expression and hold her arms out for a hug.

Kensei Mugurama

W/ others: Get it outta his face. Doesn’t like it with other people, but he won’t have any strong reaction to it. Probably just gives a roll of his eyes and a head shake. Just seeing other people be lovey dovey makes him cringe.

W S/O: Just like his flat skulled friend, very much a hypocrite. Will have a firm grip on your hand every time you two go out, arm around your waist, hand on your lower back. Even though he has this tough persona attached to him, he doesn’t mind showing just how much he cares about you. Will let you sit in his lap with his arms around you or hands on your hips with his face buried in your neck. He does this the most in public, especially if he doesn’t feel like socializing. Would be a little cheeky and start peppering kisses along your neck.

Shūhei Hisagi

W others: Tbh I’m a bit indifferent to him too. He’ll either glance at them and walk the other way. Or, B, become flustered and dip. He just doesn’t know how to react. Kinda just stares for a couple seconds, blushes, huffs, and walks away.

W S/O: Just like his best friend (insert Izuru), he’s a bit bashful about it, but just like his captain he can be a little slick. After a couple of drinks the boldness comes out. He loves wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you towards him with a kiss on your cheek. Will also pull you into his lap and would most likely fall asleep. When he’s a bit more in control of his actions, he’ll grab your hand as you stroll through the town. Still a fan of kissing you on the cheek and will throw in a babe here or there, the works.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya

W/ others: Another one who finds it inappropriate in public. He’s but a child, spare him please,

W S/O: Lil boy.

Rangiku Matsumoto

W/ others- Yet another one who finds it cute. Would comment on how adorable the couple is, will even say it to their face. She can tune it out if she wants too but finds it funny to tease them. Especially if it’s one of her friends (Izuru abuse).

W S/O- Loves, loves, LOVES PDA. Cute nicknames, hugs and kisses, holding hands, going on dates. Loves to feel wanted and appreciated. Probably loves PDA the most out of everyone on this list.*Gin can’t do anything about it cause he dead*

Kenpachi Zaraki

W others: Finds it disgusting but doesn’t care. Slighttttttttly a perverted about it. As long as you're not jumping each other's bones, you’re safe.

W/ S/O: Kinda like Kensei. Very protective of you and a little saucy. Does not care who's watching because he knows they won’t do anything about it. Won’t say it but he loves when you’re perched on his shoulders (your weight/height does not matter this niggas almost seven feet and beefy). Loves for you to sit in his lap too, another one who likes napping with you outside. Lowkey likes it when you, yachiru, and himself go out and do whatever, kinda like his own little family. (has a breeding kink btw)

Ikkaku Madarame

W/ others: Would straight up tell them to knock it off if it’s getting too much. He finds all that cheesy, coupley, romance stuff disgusting. (Would headbutt someone).

W/ S/O: Doesn’t give a damn just like his captain. Very brash and straight forward. Will come up and kiss you in the middle of training if he thinks he did something particularly good in which he deserves a reward. Would sling an arm around your shoulder and kiss the top of your head while sitting in a bar drinking and laughing. Plot twist! If YOU were the one showing PDA he’ll become bashful and scold you about doing things like that in public. Calls you babe 24/7 and does not care who's around when he makes naughty jokes.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

W/ others: Will stare at them until they stop or throw up in each other's mouths. Finds it absolutely repulsive. Why are you doing that in public, let alone in front of him? Will comment on it, telling them that wherever they are is no place for such nonsense. Will walk away and mutter how nasty it is under his breath.

W/ S/O: No.

Nemu

W/ others: Does not care.

W/ others: Wouldn’t initiate it but would reciprocate if you did. She basically a robot ion know what you want from me.

(+ Akon)

W/ others: Why though? Might get flustered if they start making out but for the most part he gets second hand embarrassment.

W/ other: Again would get flustered by kissing, but wouldn’t necessarily push you away or tell you to stop.

Jūshirō Ukitake

W/ others- Thinks it’s so cute. Would smile and wave at the couple. If they started to get a bit more handsy with eachother his pale face would turn the brightest of pink as he excuses himself.

W S/O- In terms of the top three PDA lovers I’d say Rangiku, Shunsui/Rose tied for 2nd, then him. He’s literally the sweetest person in all the seireitei. Loves sitting out in the open with you, on a cute little picnic date. Pet names thrown around the room, hugges and kisses are open anytime. Would blush and rub the back of his head with a soft laugh and even softer smile if you ever catch him off guard in public. Would say he loves you no matter who’s around.

Kaien Shiba

W/ others: Won’t pay attention to it. They love each other, so what?

W S/O: Woule give you big bears hugs whenever he sees you. Timid smiles with a heart of gold. Around you 24/7 so everyone has gotten used to it. Your own personal shadow.

꧁༺!𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒!༺꧂

Sōsuke Aizen

W/ others. Pre betrayal Aizen would say he finds it charming in a way. Would softly smile at the two and keep going on about his day. Post betrayal Aizen would give them the side eye. Thinks it’s disrespectful to do things like that in his presence. Might rock your shit tbh.

W/ S/O- Pre betrayal Aizen would encourage it. He wants to show everyone how sweet and gentle of a boyfriend he can be. Will grab your hands, waist, hips, or arms at random times to catch you off guard. Post betrayal Aizen could not give 2 fucks.. Would come up behind you snaking his hand around your neck and kiss behind your ear, while you’re mid convo with someone might I add. Will have you sit on his throne with him, might force you too if you’ve been acting up, especially if he knows you hate attention (sinister af).

Gin Ichimaru

W/ others: Would observe them from afar. If they're getting annoying with it he’ll come up to them and purposely make them uncomfortable. Deep down though, he’ll find it cute and long for someone to connect to like that

W/ S/O: Similar to Aizen in the way he just does not care. Even after the betrayal of the Gotei 13, he stays the same. Would grab your hips and kiss along the column of your neck staring straight into the eyes of the person you're talking to. Would whisper teasing words to you no matter where you are. But as I said earlier, the real Gin would just want you to feel like you are always an attachment of him. He really does love you

Kaname Tōsen

W others: Can��t see them.

NAH IM JUST PLAYIN 😭. He thinks it’s a bit unsavory to be doin things in public. He does think, however, that if they’re that secure in the relationship and in their love they have the right to express it.

W/ S/O: Pre betrayal Kaname would hold your hands most of the time. Would possibly give you a quick peck on the cheek or forehead when he knows nobody is paying attention. Most of that stuff is in the privacy of your home. Defo gets more confident and will subtly grope you while whispering sweet nothings. Post betrayal Kaname may or may not be as strict about it. It’s 50/50 he wants you to know he loves you but he also wants to be professional. Maybe if you catch him in a less populated area. Who knows 🤷🏽‍♀️.

Kisuke Urahara

W/ others: Would watch them from behind his fan and bucket hat. Doesn’t mind it at all, he’ll just laugh about it and say that they’re just doing what most couples do.

W/ S/O: Run. Will not leave you aloneeeeeee. Will grab at any part of you. Will grab or slap your ass in public too he dgaf: But when you whip around he’s already out of sight. Now you and the other people around you are left speechless as you stomp around to find him. He loves pet names and will let them spew out whenever. Likes to tease you a lot and does it even more in public. He just like seeing you so shy (* was gonna say blush but uh…👋🏾*). He’s way more on you in private though. Laying in bed cuddled up with you is his favorite. Likes having his face smushed in your chest no matter the size. Arms around your waist and breathing softly as you play with his hair. That won’t last long though, Defo sleeps in the starfish position and will slap or kick you in the face. Good luck tho cause he sleeps like he’s dead. You’ll either push him on the floor or sleep on the couch.

Yoruichi Shihōin

W/ others: She’ll just tune it out. If it’s getting too much she’ll ask them to stop. Just don’t do it when she’s around.

W S/O: Does what she wants. Totally think she’ll love to cuddle up to you in her cat form. Lives for head and belly rubs as well as scratches to her ears. Human form Yoruichi is way more devious. Would lay her head in your lap, arms crossed as she sleeps. Would kiss your cheek, say her 2 cents and walk away. She doesn't care who's around or what you're doing. If she wants to love on you she will.

Just as another psa I don’t write for Toshiro romantically or the lieutenants from squad 2, 5, or 7.

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“A healer, a lover, a killer”

Unohana Retsu x Female Reader

wc : 6700+

cw : arranged marriage // sexual assault towards the very end // ***non-con is NOT between reader and retsu*** // blood and gore // graphic description of corpses // hurt-comfort // fluff and fluff and fluff and fluff // flirting // wives // minazuki is a gentle-giant 🥺 // murderous milf // older woman x younger woman

ffs i just want to spoil my mommy rotten (and be spoiled rotten) is it too much to ask for ಥ◡ಥ i’m desperate to do her justice but bruhh she sure is difficult to write 🥲

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Marriage, in essence, is a sacred binding of two people, or rather two lovers during which they vow as one to cherish the beauties, to endure the burdens of life.

There may have been a time when you have fancied such foolish fantasies, entertained little hope of finding a love so profound that it will bleed colours into your lonely, miserable life.

Alas, fate does not favour you. But of course, it never does. Likely will never do.

You were born earning the resentment of your father, for his beloved wife perished as you came to be. She was the apple of his eyes, the one possession that he dearly cherished, and swore to cherish in perpetuity. With fingers entwined and two hearts as one, they had endured the burdens of life in tandem, and just when it was beginning to thrive, a promising future stretched out ahead of them like a perpetual sunrise, a curse befell them in the form of you, oh evil, despicable you.

Bearing the brunt of the mother’s death is the child as your father treats you with much hostility. Within him resides not a dot of affection for you, and he makes a point of rubbing salt into your wounds, reminding you in every possible way that you are a murderer, an abomination, a hellspawn on a sacred land. Your life is no better than a slave’s, easier perhaps without the need to exert yourself, but certainly not kinder without anyone to converse with, much less to confide in. Even a slave has companions whereas you who is abhorred and forsaken by your own flesh and blood, have no one in this world but yourself.

Thus, in your father’s resentful hands, the flickering light in your heart eventually, completely dies.

When you have finally come to terms with your life as it is, marriage comes to you in the form of a cruel joke.

If you have been none the wiser, you may have believed it to be a chance at a better life, a crack of sunshine through a sky full of gloom. And for a while, you have. Naive enough to hope. Foolish enough to dream. All it takes is a flick of your father’s merciless tongue, and the fool’s paradise, in which you have been taking sanctuary, comes tumbling down.

“You do not deserve to feel happiness as ephemeral as it will be. So, listen to me. And listen carefully. The Gotei 13 wanted me to hand you in saying that while you may not presently look the part, you are a menace to soul society. You should have never been born to begin with. Instead of her, it should have been you.”

“Despite everything, in the end, I very generously agreed to relinquish you under only one condition. That you will be wedded to one of the captains. Such an outstanding opportunity is hard to come by and apparently, they were desperate enough to get their hands on you whatever the cost. I requested that the wedding be held to the nines for the sake of publicity. People need to witness it with their own eyes in order for them not to talk foul of my family.”

“I can’t have the whole boat going putrid because of a single carp, can I? So, enjoy it while it lasts, dear daughter because I can’t promise that you’ll come out unscathed once they’re done with you.”

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Your soon-to-be other half is a stranger. You know about her as much as you know about the outside world: in other words, next to nothing. Except that her eyes are reminiscent of azurites, and her hair, a moonless night, the woman with whom you will be spending the rest of your life is merely a stranger to you. But then again, with their motives kept under wraps, you will be lucky to survive through the night.

Fleeing is out of the question for you understand the extent of your capabilities, and to flee right now will be tantamount to dicing with death. Despite your father’s despicable attempts to trap you in despair, you decide that playing docile is quite possibly your best bet. Come rain or shine, you will survive. You have not endured the torments of your wicked father after all this time simply to be trampled like a weed. What an insult it will be to your painstaking efforts.

So, when you are asked if you will take the stranger before you as your lifelong partner, without hesitation, you say, “I do”. Legions of people bear witness to your false union as your wife echoes your words; her dulcet voice, like the first trickle of rain, slakes your drought.

“Won’t you seal the deal with a kiss, Captain Unohana?”

Amongst the circle of people who are uniformly dressed in white overcoats, the one whose voice has sounded mischievous has been a man with a straw hat and an additional pink garb.

Unohana. Unohana. Unohana.

A pretty name indeed, as befits a pretty woman.

The first half of his statement is entirely lost on you as you repeat the name in your mind over and over and over again. It is the delicate crawl of fingers on your face that rectifies your lapse of concentration. First thing you notice, once you have blinked the haze away, is her violet gaze that is caressing your features and her face that has unexpectedly appeared under your nose, leaving little to no space to the point that your breaths mingle.

The warmness of her breath that ghosts along the apple of your cheek smells faintly of wild flowers and herbs; then comes the silky press of her lips atop the corner of your mouth. Given the circumstances, the kiss is not entirely unpleasant. If nothing else, it is kind, and although you loathe to admit it, your heart sings under her touch.

You fail to mention before that she has rose buds for lips, and now, upon departure, they bestow upon you a beautiful pink blossom smile. It is serene, strangely soothing, and you feel at peace with the woman who is your wife, all kind eyes and saccharine smiles, but whose full name you have yet to learn.

As inclined as you feel to assume that the kiss has somehow irreversibly put you under her spell, the more logical part of you know that neither your mind nor body is tampered with; your admiration for her beauty is born purely of your unadulterated self. Since the dawn of your life, it is ironically in the hands of a stranger whose intentions with you are still unclear that you experience tenderness for the very first time. Some semblance of affection has visited you in the form of a palm cradling your cheek and lips caressing your skin, and although you know it to be nothing more than a performance, it is undeniably the closest that you have ever felt to being loved.

Her gesture has understandably moved you in the warmest of ways, and it is only given that, as she continues to drench you in gentleness and swaddle you in kindness, you will grow to forget the true nature of your marriage.

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“Follow me.”

Such has been your wife’s first words to you, a command that leaves no room for rejection, as she comes to meet you in her, or rather your shared quarters. In her absence, unsure of what to do with yourself, you have been sitting on your heels by the side of a tea table, anxiously awaiting her arrival, but immediately on her command, you arise to your feet. And then, follow her you do as she leads you outside.

In the middle of the veranda, a wooden tray lies in wait, holding on it a ceramic pot and two ceramic cups. The side of the veranda, towards which the pair of you are heading, lacks the railing, and it overlooks the other buildings in Seireitei. When she goes to take a seat beside the tray, you silently watch her. Only upon being motioned to do the same do you mirror your wife. The night is tranquil and the sky, brimming with tiny twinkles. The flickering lights from the buildings below and the glittering celestial bodies above; together, they give you the illusion that you are being swallowed into an infinite pool of stars.

In the quietness of the night, she speaks with a gentle lilt that is carried to you by a zephyr.

“You have questions for me, I take it?”

Simply sitting still in leisurely contemplation of the stars, she oozes charisma, and you cannot help but admire her. Due to the moon bathing her in its silver glow, her long hair that is tied loosely around the small of her back shines with an otherworldly sheen. She is the juxtaposition of darks and lights as the charcoal of her strands that elegantly frame her angelic face accentuates the milkiness of her skin.

“Am I that dangerous of a person for you to willingly go through with this folly?”

It is more or less a slip of your tongue. There are many questions to which you seek answers, and at the first chance, without really thinking, you end up blurting out the one thing that is on the forefront of your mind.

When her eyes seek your face and your eyes subsequently are greeted by her face, to your surprise, a smile crawls onto her lips.

“My, what gives you the impression that this marriage is a sham?”

“I was told by my father that I was to be surrendered to Seireitei, and that all he had asked in exchange was for a captain to wed me very publicly, because he hated the idea of his family name being tarnished by the likes of me.”

“The likes of you?”

Tea is poured equally into two cups; one finds itself in your hand whereas the other is taken into elegant fingers. The warmth of the liquid as you take a delicate sip thaws the chill in your bones. By the time your voice makes an escape from your lips, it is accompanied by the billowing steam from your cup.

“A menace to soul society.”

“Hmm, is that what he said?”

Your response has been a nod, and she receives it with a hum.

“I see.”

Cradling the cup in your palms, you twiddle your thumbs over the rim, lips caught between your teeth.

“Is it true?”

“Partially, that is.”

At her words, confusion reigns. However intrigued you are, you wait patiently, poising for elaboration as she takes a languid sip of her tea.

Once again, she holds your stare before she speaks. The tilt of her lips that settles back into a line indicates solemnity.

“What I’m about to tell you is highly confidential, but since it concerns you, we’ve come to a collective agreement that it wouldn’t hurt to inform you of it. That, and we necessitate your cooperation.”

“You are not inherently a peril, although if fallen into wrong hands, you will inadvertently prove hazardous to Soul Society. You have innate powers that, while you may not be able to use them, make you a catalyst of sorts. It is not Reiryoku as Shinigami possess which therefore makes you a peculiarly. Even amongst the Gotei 13, only four of us is made aware of this phenomenon, meaning that your father, too, was kept in the dark. We thought it best to take you under our wings before any of the risks become a reality.”

“Simply put, after thorough investigation of your father, we exploited his hatred for you so that you will be relinquished to us without him making a fuss. Additionally, in order not to arouse suspicion, we’ve made a false announcement to our fellow captains and subordinates. They know you to be my longtime lady-love whom I’ve decided to tie the knots with. A flourishing merchant such as your father would surely lust for publicity. He was only playing right into our hands by stating his one condition.”

Even though the bombardment of information is too much to process, now, you know with certainty that you are not necessarily rotten to the core, and that your stranger wife alongside her companions harbour no ill will towards you.

As she takes another dainty sip of the tea in her cup, you silently mirror her, mesmerised all the while by the grace and elegance with which she carries herself.

“Although an apology is in order for my sudden behaviour at the altar, as I’ve explained to you, displays of affection and physical touch are mandatory for the believability of our story. This marriage isn’t merely for show in that we have to talk and act as married couples do. Do try to put up with it.”

Talk and act as married couples do?

The implication alone has your cheeks ripening into cherries, the redness of which is only amplified by the unexpected words that go tumbling down your lips.

“I didn’t particularly mind the kiss, so an apology isn’t necessary.”

“Is that so?” The delicateness of her voice has a playful lilt to it, and it pleasantly tickles your ears. “Then, my dear wife, I’ll be counting on you from now on.”

“I- I’ll do my best.”

“My, my, aren’t you a good girl.” She wears a smile on her face that drips delight while you are painted red to the tips of your ears.

Good Girl.

Those two little words alone has single-handedly put you in a trance that the rest of the night passes in a blur. As far as you remember, the pair of you sip tea in silence until when she suggests retiring for the night, like a lost puppy, you follow her. Her quarters become your quarters and her futon, your futon because, as far as a married couple is concerned, living separately is out of the question.

Suffice to say, on the night of your wedding, you lie awake in bed, unaccustomed to the warmth of another body just inches away from yours. Amidst counting the tiles on the ceiling, you peek a look at your partner to find her at rest. Even asleep, she truly is a sight to behold. However, unbeknownst to you, she shares the same sentiment, and it is proven soon by the voice that calls out to you in the death of night.

“I’m surprised that you took me at my words without the faintest hint of scepticism.”

“Call it a gut feeling if you will but you seem to mean me no harm. Besides, I have nothing to lose by taking a chance.”

On the night of your wedding, you wear a smile to sleep.

Maybe,

Just maybe,

your chance at a better life, after all, is not entirely an impossibility.

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Unohana Retsu.

The name of your wife which you have forgotten to ask her directly has been revealed to you by her Lieutenant in the name of Isane Kotetsu.

Captain Unohana, as her subordinates address her as, is surprisingly a natural at playing lovers.

Likewise, touch-starved and thirsty for endearment, aside from shyness that stems from inexperience and her offhand compliments, you take on the role of a love-struck wife with much ease.

“My, my, darling, is that a proper way to see your wife off? How cold.”

She does a convincing job of sounding crestfallen as you walk her out of her estate, sending her off to work with only a wave of your hand.

Upon hearing her sigh, you walk up to her, letting your palms glide over the chest of your finely-dressed Captain. A kiss is demanded of you, and so, in the presence of her Lieutenant and a few other subordinates, you drop your lips to the apple of her cheek, murmuring your utterances into her fragrant skin.

“Do your best, Hana. I’ll be awaiting your return.”

Genuine surprise can be found in the widening of her eyes, albeit lasting only for a fraction of a second. And then, her lips are curving skyward, settling into a saccharine smile.

If the kiss that finds you on the tip of your nose, like the gentle flap of a butterfly’s wings, is not enough to sweep you off your feet, then the pad of the thumb that caresses the bone of your cheek certainly is. Ample, in fact.

“See you later, little flower.”

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Your wife has an unusual way of styling her beautiful long hair.

She tends to wear it in a thick braid, but instead of letting it dangle behind her back, she lets it hang below her chin almost in the form of a necklace. You will go as far as to say that it is one of her idiosyncratic features, for without it, her attire for work is incomplete. On idler days when she remains at the estate, her hair can be seen tied loosely at the small of her back.

When you have noticed how difficult it is to care for a hair of such thickness and length, you have expressed your desire to do it for her. To your delight, she has let you, and so, here you are, gingerly applying essential oil to a mane of dark hair as you comb it with great reverence.

You admire the way she sits, spine always straight, perfectly poised. The same goes for the voice that softly caresses your ears, warm and tender.

“How was your day?”

“Infinitely better than what I was used to,…” For an answer, it should suffice. And yet, “…but I’ve missed you, Hana.”

It may just be one of your flaws; you never know when to keep your mouth shut. Thankfully, she receives your divulgence with a sweet smile.

“My, you’re quite the charmer.”

Cheeks painted pink and heart thrumming giddily, you continue combing her hair. Surely, she is graced by the gods themselves; lush and healthy, her charcoal mane slips through your fingers like expensive silk.

“You called me Hana.”

“Oh! I- I did, yes. Since we’re supposed to be long time lovers, I thought it was only fitting for me to call you by a unique name. If you don’t find it agreeable, I’ll refrain from-”

“None of that. I’ve never been called a pet name, is all. It’s refreshing.”

Then, after a beat of silence, she chuckles. Until now, you have only seen her smile, having never heard her laugh or chuckle for that matter. It is the most wonderful sound, rich, warm, and the culprit behind your breath that has suddenly been stolen.

“Yachiru would like you.”

You do not know whether to rejoice or lament that such a precious sound stems from the thought of someone else. In the end, you settle on savouring it all the same.

Yachiru, whom you have the pleasure of meeting during your visit to your wife’s Ikebana Club, is quite the boisterous little lass. You feel silly and selfish in equal parts; silly for going green because of a child and selfish because you want to be the sole reason behind all the lovely sounds that she makes. On the other hand, as your wife has expected, the pink-haired girl takes an instant liking to you, sticking like glue to your side. Meanwhile, instead of paying attention to the real task at hand of arranging flowers, you end up being entranced by your wife’s gentle cadence and her distractingly gorgeous face.

When the name which you have uniquely chosen for your wife leaves your lips, Yachiru mimics you.

What you have not been expecting is for your wife to intervene.

“If you could refrain from calling me by that name Yachiru, I would appreciate it. I don’t mind you giving me a new nickname but this one is reserved for my wife. She alone calls me Hana, and I would like for it to remain that way.”

“My, Captain Unohana is very romantic!”

If you are not mistaken, the dreamy sigh comes from Matsumoto, the Lieutenant of the 10th division.

“I understand, Captain HaHa. Can I call you Captain HaHa?”

“By all means. As long as it isn’t Hana, I don’t mind.”

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More often than not, your wife’s placating smile is the testament to her benevolence as a healer, but there are times when she wields them as a weapon.

Having cultivated the habit of preparing lunchboxes for your wife and her Lieutenant, you deliver the homemade meals personally to her division. One of the things that you look forward to every day includes admiring your wife in her elements. Such little glimpses into her work life allows you to understand just how much of an influence she has on her subordinates.

Soft-spoken and kind-faced as the Captain of squad four is, even the rowdiest of Shinigami fear her; they regard her with much respect. You have yet to hear her raising her voice to someone, and even still, she has never had to repeat her will more than twice for the other person to obediently comply with it. There are people from the 11th division, who, according to the information that you have gathered, are supposed to be the most battle-hungry Soul Reapers in Seireitei, that at your wife’s gentle warning and excessively sweet smile will flee with their tails between their legs, leaving a trail of apologies in their wake.

“Oh my, treating me as if I’m some kind of ghost.”

Puzzled, she has wondered aloud, and you have found her expression heart-meltingly adorable.

During one of your visitations to her squad, you have also had the pleasure of befriending a special someone.

You remember marvelling at the giant sage green creature that is aloft; its form, very reminiscent of a manta ray. However, when you see someone climbing effortlessly down the back of the creature, you have been surprised, to say the least, to be greeted by the unmistakable voice of your wife.

Upon striding towards the pair of them, you fall prey to the surprise attack of an extremely wet tongue. Even though it leaves you resembling a drowned rat, what simmers inside you is the farthest from annoyance. If anything, you find the one-eyed giant quite lovable.

“Why, will you look at that.”

“What does it mean?”

“It means, sweet girl, that she likes you.”

Before you hug the bizarre creature, you peek a look at your wife. Only when you see the nod of her head do you advance.

“Oh! Right back at you…?” Another questioning look at your wife earns you her name. “Minazuki.”

“Miki, you adorable little munchkin!”

At your words, she emits a crooning sound that you are inclined to believe is her way of purring in pleasure.

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When your wife has some time on her hands, she has a habit of climbing mountains. It is as much a recreational activity as it is a hunt for medicinal herbs. Having been longing to accompany her during her excursions, you have, after much consideration, raised the question, only for her to readily agrees.

“Can I come?”

“I don’t see why not.”

The silence that cocoons the two of you is anything but unbearable as you amble abreast. Taking it as your opportunity, you voice the query that you have been mulling over for some time now.

“There’s something I’m curious about.”

“What are you curious about?”

“Why you?” When you steal a glance at her, you find her eyes on the track, face impassive. “There were four of you who were privy to the truth, correct? So, how come you were the one to marry me?”

Her response does not come until after a while, voice sounding serene as it usually does.

“The Captain-Commander is out of the question, and among the three of us, I was deemed the most suitable candidate. One doesn’t go out much due to how sickly he is and the other is- well, it’s unthinkable that he’ll settle for one person.”

“And what about you, Hana? Have you got no qualms?”

“Whatever the Captain-Commander asks of me, I do without question.”

Oh.

You have asked, and so she has answered. It certainly is not meant to hurt.

And yet,

“I see.”

“That, and I also happened to be the first person to learn of your existence.”

At this, you perk.

“You did? How?”

“Purely by chance, but that’s a story for another day. Now, come. The herbs I’m looking for are just up ahead.”

She teaches you about different herbs and you help her collect them, preening under her complimentary head-pats when you find the right plants, and becoming all the more hell-bent on seeking rarer herbs, for only then will you be rewarded with honey-dewed whispers. Upon stumbling across one such plant, in your excitement, you fail to see a hole in the ground as you briskly make your way through the thickets.

Needless to say, your recklessness leaves you with a strained ankle. It is your pained grunts that garner the attention of your wife. When she finds you limping, the discomfort apparent on your face, she helps you to a tree trunk. You are thankful for the arm that is stably wrapped around your waist for it halves the effort that you will otherwise have to exert.

No sooner has she sat you down onto the mossy trunk than she is kneeling before you. Taking your wounded foot into her hand, she gingerly lets it rest atop her thigh. Forefinger and thumb pluck your sock, peel it down, and doing so reveals your ankle where a bruise is already beginning to bloom.

As she works on your wound, you can feel the pads of her digits ghosting across the naked base of your calf. Her fingers, dainty in appearance, have strength in them along with callouses that you suspect are the by products of her years of sword training. Speaking of which, Minazuki, her Zanpakuto as she has taught you, Miki as you like to call her, is slung over one of your shoulders. Since her Lieutenant is absent, for today’s trip is you and your wife’s alone, you have happily taken the role of the Captain’s blade bearer.

Due to the injury that you have sustained, despite your reassuring that you are fine, your wife does not take no for an answer, and so, the expedition is cut short. Soon after the pair of you have mounted Minazuki, you fall victim to exhaustion, surrendering yourself to the clutches of sleep.

The first thing you notice upon opening your eyes is the shimmering sea of stars, with the first thing you hear being her voice that pulses warmly in your ears.

“Are you awake?”

“Hmm, where are we now?”

When you shift, you discover that your head is cushioned by her thighs.

“Not very far from home.”

You are suddenly awestruck by the vision that appears in your line of sight. Backdropped by the starry sky, she is truly a sight for sore eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

“My eyes feel hot.”

A palm finds home on your forehead. You cannot help but sigh dreamily at her cool touch that seems to instantly soothe the ache in your head.

“You have a touch of fever, I fear. Rest. I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

You can only hum, ready to succumb to slumber again. However, when you feel the withdrawal of her hand from your forehead, your fingers catch her wrist, emboldened by a feverish haze. You press it against your neck where the coolness of her flesh offers you sweet reprieve from your body’s heat. If you are not mistaken, you have felt the faintest sensation of a fingertip tracing the length of your nose before you drift.

She does, in fact, not wake you.

By the time you open your eyes, you are already under the comfort of a futon that smells distinctly of her.

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You do not know when it changes, but at one point, it does. Your marriage stops being an elaborate masquerade and starts becoming something more by the time you no longer need reminders to exercise intimacy. A kiss on her cheek, a palm on the small of her back, sweet-nothings dripping with honey; they come to you as easily as breathing, and she responds to you in kind as she always has. But then again, to be unreservedly honest, your actions, from the beginning until now, have never been absent of sincerity.

From sleeping entwined in each other’s arms to walking with your fingers intertwined, even in the absence of onlookers, in the privacy of your quarters, you behave as lovers do. Neither of you seem to notice the change, and if you do, neither of you bother to comment on it. It simply is the way it is.

“Oh, Hana, you’ve returned! Come here. Sit.”

“What is this?”

“I just thought that your feet could use some pampering after walking around all day.”

“My, you need not trouble yourself-”

“But that’s what married couples do. They look after each other.”

“Very well, then, if you insist.”

Adoration, ardour and nothing in between; that is how you sink to your knees before your deity. Raising her feet off the floor, you gingerly place them atop your thighs. When you slip the socks off her feet, you exercise both care and tenderness, barely suppressing the urge to press delicate kisses to her exquisitely dainty ankles. Once her feet are completely bare, you guide them into the bucket that is sitting in front of you. Under the warm water, you trace the little notches of her bone, run your fingertips along every dip and hill the way you want your lips to caress them.

Then, all too gently, you gather them once again into your lap where a towel awaits. You take your sweet time petting them dry, the desire to drench her porcelain skin in kisses now coming back with a vengeance. As if possessing a mind of their own, your hands slips beneath her uniform, fingers leaving playful caresses along the length of her shin.

Suddenly overwhelmingly thirsty, you wet your lips with the tip of your tongue before chancing a look at her. There is a silent question in your eyes, and she answers you with a nod of her head. As soon as the green light has been given, you carefully hike the skirt of her Shinigami uniform over her knee, allowing your fingers to knead the muscles in her calfs without interruptions.

It is true that when you have decided to give her feet a wash and a massage, you have no ulterior motives.

But now,

Now, it is entirely a different story.

The collision of your gazes sparks a flame in you.

Has the blue of her eyes always been this dark, you wonder.

*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

“Captain Unohana, may I please come in?”

Hastily scrambling to your feet upon hearing Isane’s voice has you tripping over your own two feet. Your forthcoming fall is prevented by willowy fingers that latch onto your wrist. One thing leads to another, and before you know it, following a breathless “oomf”, you find yourself seated on the pillowy thighs of your wife.

Seemingly unfazed, she commands, an arm around your waist cradling you close to her chest.

“If it’s nothing important, Isane, I suggest you leave us be. My wife and I are currently in the middle of some important matters that urgently need attending to.”

“U-understood!”

It is beyond your control; your hands finding purchase on her shoulders, even more so the amicable slap that you deliver to her arm.

“Did you really have to phrase it like that?”

“Like what?”

Ah. There is no denying it. From the very first moment you behold this woman, you have fallen irrevocably in love with her.

“Hmm? Care to enlighten me?”

You do not. Care to enlighten her that is, for your lips have found hers, sampling her smile to see if it tastes as sweet as it looks. You have taken a bite out of the forbidden fruit, and there is no going back, although when you feel no reciprocation from her part, you pull back with a heavy heart.

The look on her face is indecipherable; she has always been difficult to read. Completely at a loss, you are tempted to blurt out that it has been a momentary lapse of judgement even though you know very well that it is anything but. The loudness of your rampaging thoughts is instantly lulled as soon as her lips seize yours, the fervent collision prompted by the hand that is holding you at the peak of your nape while wandering digits curl deliciously into your hair.

Likewise, greatly galvanised by the ravenous mouth that is feasting upon your lips, your fingers wander beneath her braid, and further still beneath the lapels of her uniform. It is as you are ghosting along the jut of her collarbones that your fingertips feel a patch of uneven skin just below the dip in her throat. As if electrocuted, she jolts, subsequently discarding you in the process of rising to her feet.

“You should leave.”

Leave? Leave where?

After all, this has become as much your home as it has been hers.

“Hana, I- did I do something wrong?”

“You should leave.”

Ah. Never have you thought that you will find yourself at the receiving end of the generous Captain’s genuine irritation.

As the last vestiges of warmth is entirely replaced by the chill of her stare, you decide that you will smile. You will smile for the both of you, as wide and as big as you can, a farewell to what could have been.

“I understand. I’m sorry.”

Delivering your utterances in the cheeriest voice that you can muster, you smile at her. You smile so broad that the uncomfortable stretch of your lips hurt your face.

But as soon as the door to her chamber closes with a thud behind your back, the first droplet of tear begins to fall.

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In a wicked twist of fate, you fall into the hands of malicious men who have all the intentions of maiming you beyond repair. It is drizzling, a night befitting your mood, as the cold droplets mingle with your warm tears.

There are hands, hands everywhere, tearing your clothes haphazardly off your body, hitting you when you struggle; your foot has caught one of your assailants in the crotch, and his payback comes in the form of kicks to your ribcage. Blood is leaking out of your nose from being brutally backhanded across your cheek. It forces you into a daze.

A whore. A wench. A witch.

Awful names have been called.

Four versus one; you are helpless against them. Your suffering is their satisfaction, but a rag doll in their heartless hands, as they manhandle you with a single minded purpose of ravishing you.

You feel hands on your thighs that are manipulating your body as they see fit.

You hear the rustles of fabric, frantic and foreboding.

In the face of danger, it is her face that you picture.

And then, you hear screams.

Alas, the raindrops are red, eerily reminiscent of blood.

Hands are retreating. Feet are scrambling.

And suddenly, you are alone.

With much difficulty, you sit up. When you bring your palm up to your face for examination, you find blood. Your eyes follow the scarlet trail on the ground only to be greeted by the lifeless eyes of the man who has kicked you with wild abandon. His body lies a few steps away from his head. Scattered messily across the ground are his companions, and mixed within them are parts of their bodies; a leg here, an arm there. In the middle of it all stands she, holding her blade with a head impaled on it like a grotesque skewer.

Ah. So, this. This is your Hana in her purest form, who has butchered them in cold blood as though they are mere cattle.

Such empty eyes. How merciless. How magnificent. You are not so much surprised as mesmerised. Such macabre display should scare you except that she has killed in order to save, and if nothing else, you feel cherished, you feel protected.

Sore all over as you are, you attempt to stand, immediately shaking on your legs like a newborn fawn.

“Hana.”

It is but a feeble croak that manages to bring her eyes to you all the same. In an instant, she is by your side.

Her hair is unusually undone, and it leaves the scar in the middle of her chest exposed. Surprise colours your features when her sword is unceremoniously dropped to the ground in order for her to slip free of her Captain Uniform. The white cloth is then gingerly draped over your frame which is as good as bare. Your clothes are in tatters, tears and bruises marring your features, and for once, she seems to be at a loss for words.

Although her mien betrays nothing, behind those unfeeling eyes, you can practically see the cogs turning in her head. While she appears to be in a dilemma, you take the initiative to approach her, fingers gripping the dark fabric of her Shinigami uniform white-knuckled tight.

Your forehead collapses onto her shoulder before you whisper against the hummingbird flutter of her pulse.

“Hold me, Hana. I need you to hold me, please.”

And hold you, she does. Oh, how she does, as you weep and weep and weep until with the drying of your tears, your consciousness, too, fades.

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“Whatever you do after the wedding is no concern of mine. Didn’t you say it so yourself?”

“Only because I thought she’ll be trea-”

“Whatever you do after the wedding is no concern of mine. Didn’t you say it so yourself?”

“Please. Please, spare me. I beg of you. Please.” The man before Unohana grovels at her feet. “I’ll give you whatever you want. Please.”

“Whatever I want?”

A series of frantic nods ensue. She cannot care less if he looks a crying mess. His state of dress: posh and pristine, his state of being: without a nick, only reminds her all the more of you, bloody and bruised, and her blood boils. Oh, how her blood boils!

“What I want is your head!”

“What I want is your heart!”

“What I want is you sliced in half!”

Looming over the cowering excuse of a man, she sinks her sword into his chest, inch after inch of blood-drenched blade penetrating his flesh.

“Well? Do you think you can give me what I want?”

“Please. I- I’m sorry. Have- have mercy.”

“Mercy, you say?” The moonless night echoes with a maniacal laughter, dark and haunting. “How laughable!”

“No matter, you will die at my hands. And you will die tonight. My bloodlust will not be sated unless you die. So, die you will whether you like it or not.”

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“I received a letter this morning.” You speak into her chest as you lie cocooned in her arms. “Father has passed.”

“Does it upset you?”

A fervent shake of your head should suffice for an answer. Still, you voice your reason.

“He may have been my mother’s devoted husband but he was never my father.”

Silence reigns. Her fingers trace patterns on the small of your back while your face nuzzles the little notch of her throat.

“Thank you, Hana, for being my sunshine after the rain.”

In a show of sincerity, you press a delicate kiss to the scar beneath your lips. When your face is brought out of its safe little cocoon, it is only so that she can take a bite out of the sweet, succulent fruit. She conquers your lips in the same way she has conquered your heart, and all too happily, you let her consume you. Body, mind and soul.

By these hands that are no stranger to bloodshed, you have been healed. In more ways than one.

In these arms that are capable of destruction, you have found solace.

A healer or a killer, Retsu or Yachiru, she is your beloved wife all the same, and you intend to cherish her for all that she is.

In sickness and in health.

In good time and in bad.

In perpetuity. In tandem.

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[goteigirls]

Random Marriage drabbles

Hello everyone! This is my first time posting a drabble like this, if I missed anything please let me know, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

CW: Unexpectedly suggestive in Unohana’s part 😭 I’m so down bad for that woman

CAPTAIN UNOHANA

At the beginning of the marriage, I believe Unohana wanted to keep it low profile. Not because she’s ashamed of her wife, hell, far from it, she just wants to assure that no one in the Seireitei bothers you with things concerning her, as a lot of people are too scared to approach directly. One of the things that she loves about keeping it quiet is that if someone tries to make a move on you, she comes out of nowhere (As far as you know) to ask that person what they’re talking to her wife about with an eerie smile on her face. It's enough to send them running.

The Soul Reapers of Squad 11 could be stubborn brutes, you knew this firsthand as well as the warning words from your wife. How unfortunate you ran into one during your nightly walk around the Seireitei.

“Hey there pretty lady… you alone tonight?”

Your eyes narrowed and your nose scrunched up at the strong stench of sweat and alcohol. You felt a man twice your size place his hand on the wall next to your head, you didn't even turn to meet his gaze and sighed, you didn't feel the least bit concerned.

“I'm on my way home, if you'll excuse me.”

“Come on, I wanna get to know you, got some time on your hands?” You finally turn your head to look at the man, the rugged face familiar to you, a man, a small fry of the eleventh squad under Captain Zaraki Kenpachi. You can't seem to recall his name though.

“No sir, I have someone to go home to.”

“Your husband doesn't have to know.” Just as the man is about to put his hand on your waist, you see a figure flash step behind the man in front of you.

“My, a conversation doesn't require two people to be so close, tell me boy, what could you talking about with my wife that needs you to be?”

You see the man visibly sober up, turning his head so fast you swear he got whiplash. A spine-chilling smile was present on Unohana’s face.

“C-Captain Unohana!” the man comically scoots 5 feet away from you faster than you could process. “I-I didn't know she was your w-wife, I-I apologize deeply for my actions, have a wonderful night!” and there he goes, running off.

“It's rather comical how fast that one ran away, quicker than the last one.” you watched him get smaller and smaller as he went further and further, turning your attention back to your wife.

Her expression softens when she looks at you, giving you a genuine smile. “Never mind that you should just go straight to my infirmary if you insist on having these walks, we could go together.”

“I like it when you have to go around and chase me though.” You half-joked and pouted playfully, leaping onto her chest while looking up at her through your eyelashes.

She didn’t budge when you leaned against her, her eyes narrowed at your words but her smile didn’t falter, “Acting like that can get you into bad situations, quiet down before you eat your words.”

You knew what she meant, and it struck lightning throughout your body. A redness slithered its way across your face. Your gaze shifted, and so did your body, your arm wrapped around hers and you stood by her side. “Let’s go home please?”

“That was enough to get you going? Hm well, I guess I’ll have to take responsibility once we get there, yes?”

CAPTAIN SOIFON

She definitely has a soft spot for her wife, though she can be mean sometimes, she tries her best to show her affection! When at home, after her duties as a Captain, she enjoys spending time with you. She isn’t a romantic by any means but she loves star gazing by the engawa by your shared room before bed.

The stars sparkled in the sky so beautifully tonight, you thought every time you saw it, it was a sight you’d never tire of, but you could also say the same for the woman sitting next to you.

You turn your head to Soifon, analyzing every detail of her side profile in your gaze. To her night clothes, to her unwrapped hair, and the relaxed expression on her face.

“I can feel you staring.” Her cheeks quickly became rosey, and she tilted her to the side to stare back at you, “Is there something you wanna say?”

“No, nothing. I just like admiring you is all.”

She didn’t respond, looking back at the stars to avoid your gaze. You smiled mischievously and pounced on her suddenly, but being the captain of the stealth squad meant that she had way quicker reflexes than you, so you ended up pushed against the floor face down with Soifon on top of you, one of her arms placed next to your head and the other gently pinning one of your arms against your back.

“Oh! Not so rough Soifon!” You whined, though it was an exaggeration. You giggled right after, squirming in her grip.

“Tch, idiot, You’re not exactly subtle with the uptake.” She let go of your arm but didn’t move from her place on top of you. She watched you turn your body to face up at her, your loving gaze and smile was enough to put her in shambles.

Before she could move away, you slipped your hands around her shoulders and wrapped your legs around her waist to lock her in place, “take me to the futonnnnnn.” You made a kissy face at her.

Soifon grumbled under her breath, “I didn’t marry a child.” She placed a hand on your back and another under your thigh, using her strength to pull you and herself up to stand while carrying you against your body.

You happily placed your chin on her shoulder as she carried you to your shared bedroom, the futon already laid out in the middle of the room. Just as she was gonna place you down, you stole a kiss.

LIEUTENANT MATSUMOTO

I imagine Rangiku to have a wife who's constantly dotting on her due to her lazy tendencies and makes her help Captain Hitsugaya like she's supposed to. Rangiku reluctantly listens to her occasionally but there are moments when she pulls her wife along to join her naps on the couch in Hitsgaya's office, which the Captain walks in on, not the least bit surprised, but he’ll let this slide a couple of times.

“Rangiku! Aren't you supposed to be doing paperwork right now?!” you put one of your hands on your hips with a disapproving, and the other held a tray of food, you thought it would've been a nice gesture to get your wife some lunch today.

The blonde’s eyes snapped open and shot up from her resting place on the couch with a slightly groggy sheepish grin on her face, “ Oh hey sweetheart, didn't know you were coming to visit the office.”

“Don’t change the topic!”

“Is that food for me, dawh! You shouldn't have!” Rangiku ignores your scolding and gets up to walk over to you and leads you to the couch, “I'm glad I have such a cute wife that gets me lunch sometimes, Come on let's enjoy it together.”

You looked at her, unamused, a blush dusting your face. You'll just have to find a way to get your irresponsible wife to work another time.

After a bit of teasing from Rangiku, and finishing lunch, you leaned your head against her shoulder. She went on about unimportant details about her day and how slow it was, her voice lulling you into a much-needed rest after the work you had done around the Seireitei.

She got quieter as she noticed your eyes drooping. She smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist gently so it wouldn’t interrupt your slip into slumber.

Bonus

The white-haired Captain entered his office, immediately spotting his lieutenant sleeping with her lover leaning on her shoulder. He had an urge to start yelling at her to get up, but in the corner of his eye, he saw a messy stack of papers on his desk.

Walking to his desk, he noticed that Rangiku’s share of paperwork had been completely done. “ The bare minimum of work… it’ll have to do.” And off to work he went, as quietly as possible.

[gloryhrs]

⟡ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? ━━ 「 Retsu Unohana. 」

꒰ 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. → 𝐫𝐞𝐪 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! ꒱

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 the first time in thousands of years, Retsu Unohana was in love! With no other than the Seireitei’s beauty, Y/n L/n. It wasn't a secret that Unohana had feelings for you, everyone at Soul Society knew about it! From the way her cheeks turned into a gentle shade of rose when you greeted her. The way she allowed you to call her by her first name, or how you held her hand and talked about the fun adventures you had that day. She’s head over heels!

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 knew you had something special as soon as she met you. You were absolutely breath-taking! How the sun shined on your dark skin made you look like a goddess. As for those dark eyes of yours were filled with nothing but warmth and excitement. And how your shiny, plump lips formed a into smile when she was caught looking at you, she felt a tingling sensation inside.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 Unohana, are you alright?" Isane watched as her captain cheeks turn pink. "Y–Yes, I’m fine. It’s just a little hot in here. Don’t you think?" She fanned herself with her hand. The sight of the beautiful woman still wandering in her mind, so that was the new addition to the 12th Division that Mayuri was talking about? She’s gorgeous! "Yeah it is a little warm." Isane muttered.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 didn't buy into what her captain said after that. She has never seen Unohana flustered or stumble or her words before. It did not take long for her to connect the points that her cheeks heated from the beautiful woman before them!

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 were interested in finding out about the captain of the 4th Division as much as she wanted to know you! After meeting her on the way back to your room, she asked you out for tea and cookies.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐀𝐍𝐃 I’m a big fan of gardening! I love daisies, they're so cute!" You praised the flowers to the older woman while she laughed at your kindness. For the last ten minutes, you were talking about your favorite hobbies, which she thought were adorable. She experienced the same sensation of warmth in her chest from your illuminated eyes about. "We should go gardening some times. You won't regret it!" You took another sip of the delicious tea and set the mug down. "I would like that." And I want to learn more about you." Unohana smiled at you before she turned her head, the butterflies in her stomach going crazy over the interaction.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 then, you and Unohana spend most days together. You enjoyed taking her into the garden so she could read you with your head on her lap. Every time she read you, she fell asleep slowly because of her sweet, sweet voice.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐀𝐑𝐄 you still awake L/n-san?" Unohana looked down only to see your serene sleeping face. "I suppose not." She chuckled and put the book down, your relaxing face made you look like an angel. She carefully brushed your curly hair off your face for a better look, the wind blowing past it made you srunch in your cute nose. Unohana eyes softened, "You’re so cute, L/n-san. I look forward to sharing more time with you." She leaned over to give your forehead a light kiss in order not to wake you up.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘 Unohana has found something new to love you for. She also finds out that you love children, animals, and cooking. You were prefect wife material! The people around the Seireitei noticed how close you and the captain were, not to mention that you had the same qualities as her. Which is why they gave you both a ship name, you didn’t mind but Unohana was quite embarrassed.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 enjoys spending most of her time with you and your other small hobbies. Which was painting and knitting, there would be times when you use her as an inspiration for your paintings. Her reaction is completely priceless when you show her your finished work!

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 could not count on her hands for the many reasons why she fell for you. And it was so obvious that she felt romantically about you. So Isane practically begged her to admit her feelings. It took her over a year to do it but she pulled through!

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 clutched the daisies in one hand while she used the other to wipe the sweat of her palms, she felt like a high school student who’s going to confess to her crush. "You got this captain! Think back to what I said." Isane nodded her head and gave her the thumbs up. "There she is! Go!" Unohana listened to the instructions of her lieutenant and approached you. With a smile clear of her throat, she quickly caught your attention, the multicoloured flowers in her hand made your eyes glitter considerably.

"Oh my! Is that for me?" You pointed to the daisies lying in her hand. With a quick nod, you squealed before you took the flowers out of her hands. "There’s also something I want to tell you Y/n-san." She cleared her throat once more, the adrenaline fading off easily. "What is it?" You tilted your head, you have never seen Unohana so timid! "I–I think I’m in love with you." She talked briefly, but you knew what she said clearly. Her red tinted cheeks and constant looking down at the ground made you giggle. "You’re so cute, Retsu. Would you like to go out into the human world with me tomorrow? I would love to take you out." You kissed her cheek. "Oh! Sure, I have to make sure I’m free though…" She smiled as your lips pressed against her cheek. "Oh, and I’m in love with you too. I thought it was quite obvious." You scratched the back of your head.

"But that doesn’t matter anymore. I get to spend all day with my lover tomorrow!"

© gloryhrs, 050923. // notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦) /

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Mayuri, unohana, urahara and szayel (separately) but this time the opposite with a reader who has very low pain tolerance and shakes like a leaf when has to get any medical procedures done? fluff and comfort pls 🩶

I love all these people so much! I'm excited to write for Unohana thanks for that chance. It's really funny because this is so understandable as someone who can't handle any level of pain and is a little terrified of doctor visits~ TW Slight medical talk and mentions of fear, crying, and fighting.

Mayuri

Not the nicest man about this kind of stuff but not the worst

He isn't really a doctor so unless it's simple he often won't bother with helping you through any medical needs but he does notice right away that it scares you

Mayuri is not a very kind man, in fact he's kind of a monster but you do have a special place in his heart so torturing you is not high on his list

At first he's going to mock you about it, I mean really you picked him of all people to date yet medical things scare you?

On top of that handling pain is just something needed when it comes to his squad or him in general

However the first time he gets to see the full extent of your fear he changes his tune….a little

Though Mayuri does like making you suffer a little such intense fear pulls at his heart in an unexpected way that he finds unpleasant

From then on he'll do his best to not put you in the situation

Don't get the wrong idea he still won't be all sweet about it but he tries to make it easier on you

Keeping some experiments out of site or sending Nemu off to keep you busy while he works on more unsavory things

Mayuri see's your limits and won't push them too much on something like this

He wants you to get more used to it, to be able to see his work and either like it or at least put up with it however he likes you too much to really want you to hurt or be frightened of him anymore

Unohana

She's so understanding of your fear and really will try to help in anyway

She the Captain of the 4th Division and the best healer the soul society has and thanks to that she's seen many people like you

It's not really a problem in her eyes yes it can making treating you a bit tough but she can see why you might find these things so scary

There's nothing wrong with it and she'd be very happy if you're honest about it with her

From then on she makes it a rule to the whole 4th division that unless its an emergency she'll be the only on treating you

This is for her sake just as much as it is for you

Unohana worries about you so much after learning just how scary this stuff is for you so it comforts her to be there to help

SO MUCH love and care from Unohana and anyone who tries to mock you for being scared will find she is also very protective of you

They won't make the same mistake twice

She can make sure all treats are as quick and painless as possible for you

Of course each time you need a checkup or something she praises you for managing to get through it even if you're shaking like a leaf or crying by the end she's just glad you trusted her enough to handle it

It's a slow thing but never will she want to push you on becoming less afraid, fear is natural and she accepts that, all she wants to do is help in any way she can

Urahara

Nice but teasing, he can get why your scared but that doesn't mean he's not gonna poke fun at you.....at first

Nice but teasing, he can get why your scared but that doesn't mean he's not gonna poke fun at you…..at first

Urahara has this thing about accidentally going to far at times and that's likely going to happen here

It really wasn't meant to be anything big, he just wanted to mess around it's not like he really minds that your afraid of this

Everyone fears something even if they won't admit it and that includes himself but he likes rilling you up

Urahara hadn't realized just how bad it would end up being for you and honestly himself

Truly there's not much more Urahara hates then seeing you genuinely afraid or panicked but he didn't think anything like that would happen when he brought you to his lab to see his things

He's not a doctor but he does have many medical like things and some treatments are well within his capabilities, he thought it would be okay

You might freak out a bit or get angry but instead it's much worse and Urahara feels his heart break, he's rushing to your side to comfort you and gets you away from everything asap

Never again. That was his only thought and he sticks to it

Yes he still teases at times but it's never extreme and if your having a hard time he'll be there to help no matter what it takes

Your comfort and happiness is a top priority and he will not allow you to be in a place of fear if there's another option

This man will turn the word upside down to help you in the best and easiest way possible just so you don't need medical help

Szayelaporro

Just the worst with this he's such a menace and if you were scared before he might just make it worse

Okay he will totally make it worse but he does try to fix it later maybe a little too late but for Szayelaporro that still means something

He's not a kind man in anyway and given his desire for perfection fear, especially a fear of doctors or medical procedures is a hindrance to him

The moment he learns of this fear he's already pushing you to get used to dealing with that stuff, he's a doctor…kind of and he needs you to be willing to work with him

It takes one major fight for him to change somewhat

Like normal he's talking about his work, maybe even demanding you come see it when the fight starts

He's mocking and rude while you're upset and hurt by his actions, not to mention terrified of what he might do to you or others and by the end it's just the sound of your sobbing while he stands in silence

Emotion is still new to Szayelaporro and caring for another person still feels foreign but he wouldn't be with you if that soft spot didn't exist

Seeing such fear and hurt all caused by him no longer makes him laugh insead it leaves him feeling empty, he doesn't like that

Comforting you isn't something he knows how to do but he will try and once you calm down he apologizes for his actions

It's not the sweetest but it's a start and he does learn from it

Anytime medical treatment is needed he'll takes you to a room full of comforting things while you deal with the examine and what comes after

No longer does he demand you come to his lab or that you let you him experiment on you instead he just talks about some of his in simple light detail

Szayelaporro wants you to share his views of perfection but he doesn't want you to be scared of him or come to hate him so if that idea has to wait then so be it, for you and you alone he will wait

And there we go, all done! This was fun and I hope you enjoyed it. I was wondering how much detail to put in but I found that it was much easier to just write without too much planning and I hope it doesn't seem too sloppy? Thanks again for requesting and reading! Have a lovely day or night. ~ Lilly

[blasphemecel]

Unohana Retsu ― Fleurs du Mal, Fleurs du Vertu

PAIRING: Unohana Retsu/Reader WORD COUNT: 3.1k TYPE: Angst WARNING(S): !!!!!!SPOILERS for the thousand year blood arc!!!!

(Unohana, you're always...)

"It's always so green around here," you say dumbly, but with a genuine look of amazement on your face. Before this, you'd just been whistling under your breath a melody that was laughably off beat.

She thinks heedlessness suits you.

"Perhaps because we've only visited around spring," Unohana offers. You can only see her captain's cloak fluttering while you trail after her ― a few paces behind, out of respect ― though you can imagine her expression, the placid one she makes when she can't give less of a shit about what you're saying, but she's still humoring you.

The sun is so bright it could blind you, and the tall grass smells fresh and it leaves slight dampness when it brushes against your clothes, and maybe if you'd been here alone the flowers you never bother remembering the names of would've still reminded you of her, anyway.

"It's a shame we always come down to the world of the living for such ugly reasons."

After you say it, Unohana glances at you from over her shoulder.

___

"Miss Unohana!"

"What do you want now?" It was rare for her to speak, let alone betray irritation, though you'd been acting like an ingrate for long enough. For days on end, always screaming and following her like a lost puppy, even if the connotations of that comparison seemed twisted considering the circumstances.

You were no loyal dog, and she was no loving owner.

You raised your sword at her. It was not very threatening. "Come on! Fight me!"

"You don't interest me," she dismissed. Your eyes met her distanced, cold ones when she had turned her head towards you for a split second, and then she turned her back on you like you were about as menacing as a bug. For a second you felt sheepish, but then you remembered you'd been doing this every day for a few months and it was silly to be remorseful at that point.

"But you're the only one who can survive it!"

She said nothing.

"I know you're looking for an opponent," you bargained, trying to coax her with a salesman's smile. You seemed to be some kind of idiot.

She said... something.

"You're worthless."

"But I've been dying to prove myself to you. You're so unfair, Miss Unohana," you whined.

Unohana rose a brow at this, though the gesture was condescending as if to say whatever your answer may be, she would be unimpressed. Then she asked, "And why would you want to do such a thing?"

"Because... I'm in love with you! You're like my celebrity crush and everything."

You really seemed to be some kind of idiot. Her lips down-turned at your perhaps sociopathic admission ― since there needed to be something wrong with you for you to be fascinated by her in the first place ― and the air of innocence you tried to put on only angered her further. "Let me talk in a way a pest like you will comprehend."

"Sure," you told her with a cheerful lilt of your voice.

"That horrible ability," she started, staring at you dead in the eyes and if you were someone else, maybe you would've felt like your life is in danger, "is proof you'll never understand me. So never say a repulsive thing like this ever again."

___

You blink at her with a smile on your face as usual and then you shift around her while she fills out the leftovers of her paperwork, pretending you're not there. "Fourth division? No more eleventh?"

"I suppose," is all she replies with.

"But then- But, but, but, BUT, am I still gonna be lieutenant?" you ask while pointing your own index finger at yourself, almost poking out your eye with your careless gestures. Then you switch to holding your fists together like you're begging for something, as if this'll increase your chances.

"Lieutenant? All you can do is destroy. Transferring you is out of the question."

"AND...?" To prove your point, which you haven't even made yet, you strike a few poses and swing your leg around. This does wonders with breaking a couple of vases around the tight office, and that was, of course, a calculated decision and something you obviously meant to do. "I can just watch your back, right?"

Despite your silliness, Unohana seems solemn. "Violence is all I ever showed you, isn't it?"

You lower your leg and take a few moments longer than usual to pick out your words. "No, 's my bad," you say after a while. "It's 'cause I never learned to love battle like you do."

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You figured you needed to take direct action to gain Miss Unohana's favor. Surely she didn't like pansies, so you had to prove you were strong enough to at least swat away with force instead of merely being something for her to look past. This time when you pointed your sword at her, you moved to swing too.

There was a thaw of metal clashing and your blade met hers in a flash ― her reflexes were as sharp as you had expected them to be even if you'd never hone your maneuvers to her level ― though her grasp was stronger. She could've pushed you off if she wanted to, you could tell, but you weren't sure if her choosing not to was a show of power.

She stared you down like you were beneath her.

Better yet, she looked at you as if you would be better off dead.

"It disgusts me how you wield that terrible Zanpakutō with a clueless smile on your face."

"You're breaking my heart," you said.

"You say you're heartbroken, yet you're grinning like an imp," she observed with distaste. "Now tell me the real reason you're so desperate to become my apprentice."

You separated from her and put your index finger to your lips then scratched your chin like you were in deep thought. It amused her how you hadn't stopped behaving so harmlessly even after what she had put you through, or after the countless days you'd wasted chasing after her and bearing witness to the other things she had done.

It had to be a front. That, or you were truly viler than what she could account for.

"I think after you were done with the village-" you trailed off for a moment like you weren't sure it was worth saying. It was strange how you called it the village rather than your village since that had been where you lived, "-I realized how lonely you've gotta be. Being the strongest and all."

Unohana sheathed her sword and tried to get a read on you. You were a curiosity.

___

Isane always stares at you like... Actually, you're not sure, but you don't think it's a good thing, the way she looks at you. After a while of contemplating whatever it was she's been wondering about you, she says, "You're clumsy, [Y/n]," plainly. That can't be it, but you're not surprised. She's always been shy.

"So what?"

She narrows her eyes at you. "It just worries me, but I guess it doesn't matter."

You let her words hang in the air and readjust yourself so you're lying down more comfortably. Then you let out a yawn, and you hope you'll be able to fall asleep soon.

Isane isn't a slacker like you. She's a proper second seat, hardworking and deserving, not the kind of lieutenant you were before you moved to squad four. Still, she sits down next do you with her legs propped criss-cross and she frowns while she goes over something in her head again. Breaking the silence, she asks, "Um, do you think opposites attract?"

"No." You roll over like the hard ground is as good as a bed. "Why?"

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Your Zanpakutō stood in your hand still as you were on the lookout for another Menos to appear. It wouldn't take long to clear them out with you and Unohana here.

As usual, her back was facing you, though she didn't need to take glimpses back at you to know you had unveiled it. The foul spiritual pressure always lingered. "I really can't stand the sight of it, you know? That cowardly power."

You pouted, on the verge of throwing a tantrum. "But I'm the strongest after you! You're not very nice, Miss Unohana."

"It was never about that."

You were about to argue ― insolent as you may have seemed; you realized ― but another Hollow appeared and headed towards you. With one clumsy wave of your shoulder, your sword barely grazed it and then you leaned away and closed your eyes when it popped like a balloon. After the explosion, there were no remnants of it left.

"See? You were so scared of battle you did the most despicable thing," Unohana said. "You became invincible."

"I'm not scared," you insisted with pursed lips. "There's nothing to be scared of."

You didn't know your Zanpakutō's name. It was a bleak sword with a boring handle. It was just a thing you happened to own, and you believed it to be so inoffensive. You could only wonder how Miss Unohana had enough energy to hate it so actively, even if you understood.

In wielding this... there was no challenge. Besides the scorned sword, you had no skills. You were incompetent; the type of Shinigami that has no talent for healing or for kido or anything else besides striking things down with a sword. And then, you didn't need to put half as much effort into your swipes as everyone else did.

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Minazuki is a beautiful sword, but you would never hold it for her like Isane does. You don't know if you're worthy of it. But even more, you think it'd eat away your skin like acid if you try to. That's the useless vice captain you would be, and the one you’d been before.

"Do you think you'll ever know your Zanpakutō's name?" asks Unohana.

"Maybe."

"Iemura was telling me about it," she says. "He thought it was odd." He thought it was odd you're so powerful and so inconsequential simultaneously, but she didn't say this. She wouldn't have, not today.

"I avoid him 'cause he acts like I'm an imbecile."

Unohana seems to find that amusing. "Do you run from Captain Kurotsuchi, too?"

"I don't interest him."

She considers it, and then closes her eyes. "I think if you gave him some time, he could grow fascinated by you."

"That sounds like a threat!"

"He seems like the kind of person you'd like," says Unohana. You think she's right, but you don't confirm it. She always knows. "He likes to modify his swords. Sometimes I imagine he'd like to try it with someone else's blade too, see how it reacts."

"Do you really hate it that much?"

"No," she replies after a while of silence, but she doesn't elaborate.

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It had been the first time she saw your smile break. Not like you always grinned like an idiot because sometimes you pretended to be upset and made ugly faces, but this wasn't like that. No, a genuine distress plagued you, and you didn't pull any kind of expression. All you did was settle your lips into a thin line as sweat trickled down your temple and your sword went through another one of these people. Now that you thought about it, you weren't sure where they came from.

After the man had exploded into a pile of dust, Unohana recovered half of his physical body, though it was not enough. You glimpsed at her from the corner of your eye and swallowed dryly, and then you examined all the other unfinished corpses littering about.

"To think your ability wasn't as meaningless as I thought," she mused. "Still, I'm not fast enough."

"Do you really need me to do this?"

It was audacious for someone as wimpy and as lenient as you to not be able to perform any healing, but what was even more audacious was to think that the bloodthirsty woman you revered so deeply would be interested in the art of it. Even if sinister intentions drove her.

"This is the most efficient way." Unohana was not the type to answer a question just like that. Usually she fired back loaded words, or sometimes her reply wouldn't be enough. She gestured for you to continue, but before you could, she asked, "Have you ever wondered why you developed this ability?"

You shrugged. "Dunno, I just have it."

"Because you're immature," she said. "Because being afraid to lose is a childish fear."

You slashed the next person who stumbled in with a blindfold over their eyes and this time, Unohana mended their body up to their neck.

"Now you're responsible for this miserable sword, which knows no thrill."

"You really love fighting that much? Enough to heal someone just to keep it goin'?"

"More than anything."

Your wide eyes peered into her attenuated ones. She was slick, and you were pliant, and between you and Miss Unohana, there was always distance. If you told her she broke your heart now, you wonder if she would've thought you looked like you had meant it.

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You think she's slipping back into it. She never seems to be on the verge of doing that from what you can tell, but right now you're all watching from the windows inside the building. Watching the commander-captain die, watching everyone else die, and you do nothing. Besides the concept of imminent death, you've got a bad feeling about this.

Today, something you can't handle will happen.

Isane asks about lending a helping hand, though it's in vain, against the orders. She's nice, you think while you press your palm against the glass. Maybe that's why Unohana likes her so much.

It's after her talk with Shunsui that she approaches you and something bad flares up in your gut. She's closer to sneering than she is to smiling, and you know what this means.

"I'm going to help Zaraki learn the way of the sword."

You wring your hands behind your back. "You're really serious about this, huh?"

Feet shuffle outside, rushing back and forth. Muffled words resound left and right outside the office you're in. The silence stretches.

"I take it you're not gonna come back alive... Miss Unohana?"

"It's what has to happen."

"The day you fought him, I think that was the happiest I've ever seen you," you say with a rash forming on your knuckle. You've scratched and irritated too much. If you thought it'd do any good, you weren't above kneeling and begging, but your words never amount too much. You're too immature to understand her ending her life over a reason you deem so frivolous or something like that.

"Yes, I suppose it made me happy to enjoy battle the way I wanted to."

You're not sure why she sounds so sad.

"I'll choose Isane as my captain," she tells you. "But while I'm still here, while I'm still superior and you're still subordinate, would it be too selfish for me to give you an order one last time...?"

You blink. "No, of course not. Anything for you, Miss Unohana."

"The next time the quincies arrive, can you use your ability, the ability I insulted so much over the years, and get rid of as many as you can? Or is that too heavy of a request to make?"

"It'll be easy." You bow to her. There's no Isane and there's no Shunsui, just like there was no Captain-Commander Yamamoto in your world, only Miss Unohana and her sacred words. Maybe you should kill all of them. "That's the only thing I'm good for."

She steps by the side, ready to head out for the door and for the first time she's smiling and you're not. "You're the last person I'm going to see before I battle Zaraki, [Y/n]."

You wish you weren't so stupid. You wish you knew what that meant.

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Unohana leaves you a letter.

The next time you see a flower, you better not think of me. When I go speak with you, I probably won't tell you this, but your shikai grew on me. It felt like I could not lose you and now you're going to lose me.

I'm grateful my cruelty never tainted your kindness. To the miserable Hollows, your ability is the biggest mercy of all. I think you understood me better than I understood you. Remember, next time you see a flower, do not think about me.

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It's the first time you cry with handfuls of grass in your balled fists. You enjoyed coming down to the land of the living, to watch the fields with the flowers.

Remember, next time you see a flower, do not think about me.

Hundreds of arrangements with eight thousand flowers wouldn't show the grief you feel for her. Everything is so green and warm that it's not fair. Why does the world get to move on? Does it not understand the losses it suffers?

She really broke your heart.

Unohana said she didn't understand you, but she understood you perfectly well. You're so afraid of fighting you grew to kill everything you touch, and she loved battle so hard she gave up her life guiding the perfect Kenpachi.

He's more worthy of admiring her than you are, but that never stopped you.

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When Iemura approaches you, you always assume he's going to berate you, which he does without fail.

"Slacker!" But this time he sounds like he's doing so to get it out of the way before he can say whatever he has to say. "Why don't you do something useful for once and tell me..." In a gesture you recognize as full of unspoken nerves, he adjusts his glasses, "-you were the lieutenant."

"Uh, yeah?"

"Was Captain Unohana really—" bloodthirsty?

You think he's embarrassed someone like you could know anything he doesn't.

You say nothing. He shakes his head to bring himself back on track, and for the first time you find someone else ridiculous, though you're not sure if you have gripes with him for the right reason.

"Who were you- who were you loyal to—" Yachiru or Retsu?

It doesn't take you anytime to come up with an answer, or maybe it's subconscious. Your face splits into a smile and horrible tears run down your eyes and your lips tremble and you huff in a disgusting amount of snot.

"Miss Unohana, of course—" was the one I loved!

Remember, next time you see a flower, do not think about me.

You think if Iemura was a weed, he would be a shriveled, withering one. And you'd be like a crocus, like that Hellenistic tale where a mortal fell in love with a nymph, and they both got punished by the gods and turned into blossoms.

(...walking so far ahead of me.)

[a-ghost-that-writes]

Can I please get some hcs for Isane and Unohana with a g!n reader who they haven’t been able to spend a lot of time with recently because of work, so when they finally get some time alone the reader hugs them close and kisses them super passionately?

Definitely! Here you go anon!

Isane holds a lot of her deeper emotions inside and bottles up her feelings. She masks it by working hard on whatever tasks she given. But when it comes to Y/N, it all comes out in horrible ways.

She just wants to love Y/N deeply and with honesty. So when they came to visit her, it didn't take long for the two them to start kissing and holding one another intimately.

Unohana is reserved and at times mysterious with her personality. She keeps to herself and doesn’t tell anyone what she really thinks. 

So when Y/N came along and challenged that, it was an endeavor that had its own reward. For she only allows herself to be open and intimate with Y/N. 

[stuckinhell102]

Bleach x reader quotes

Yes I am still alive guys,just have been busy with school lately,so here's a little something for ya

Aizen:"I am thr pinnacle of all creation,I mastered every kind of power a Soul Reaper and a Hollow possess and have now achieved perfection"

Y/n:"But you still lost to a teenager"

Aizen:"..."

Urahara:"What's your name kitty?"

Y/n:"Don't"

Ichigo:"Do you have a plan on how to stop Aizen?"

Y/n smirking:"Yes~"

Ichigo:"I don't like the tone"

Yhwach:"I fear no man,but that thing-"

Thirsty Y/n

Yhwach:"It scares me"

Shunsui:"You look lovely today Y/n like a gorgeous Sakura"

Y/n:"You mean the flower or-"

Author:"Wrong univerze sis"

Quilge:"The Quincy empire will succeed and once we are done you Soul Reapers shall-"

Shinigamy Y/n kicking him in the face mid sentence

Y/n:"And I took that personally"

Unohana staring coldly at Y/n

Y/n:"Creeeeepy"

[brittscafe]

Heyyy could I have a scenario with Kenpachi and fem reader where she's not as strong or as amazing as Kenny in her eyes (maybe she's even just a human or 4th division?..) & just doesn't feel like she's good enough for him? Like, how he would react hearing that from someone he loves - cause you know Kenny probably thinks the other way around ❤️...Looking for some angst that turns fluffy even nsfw is good too!! 👍

Sorry I wrote a mini novel ask 😅 hope you're doing great!!!

ahhh, I love writing Kenpachi fluff :)

Your significant other was very well known unlike you on the other hand. Kenpachi Zaraki is the captain of the 11th division and good god, was he scary. At least to everyone else...not to you, a loyal member of the 4th division.

There was no doubt that you could handle yourself in a battle, but when it came to Kenpachi, you could be broken like a fragile stick. You wouldn't dare compare his raw strength to yours.

Your gaze stays steady on the ground in front of you. You fiddle with your hands and gulp.

"Hey, y/n, what's up?" Isane's melodic voice springs you out of your mind and you clear your throat. You spin around on the heels of your feet and face her, putting on a weak smile.

"Oh, nothing. Sorry, I was just in my mind for a moment," you clear your throat.

"About what? You know we can talk about anything," Isane steps forward and your breath hitches in your throat. You squeeze your sweaty palms together and let out a tiny breath.

"You know the 11th division always looks down upon us for being so weak," you mumble out, lowering your head with shame.

"Yeah, but Kenpachi wouldn't let them utter a word. At least not about you," Isane shrugs her shoulders.

"They fear him because of how strong he is, Isane. I sometimes wish that I was strong enough for him," your voice wobbles and Isane's eyes widen.

"You heal people, y/n. Kenpachi could never do that," Isane tries to comfort you.

"Yeah, I just wish I was good enough for him," you frown widely and Isane cocks an eyebrow.

"Hey, cheer up. Don't look down on yourself like that, you're strong in your own ways," Isane gently taps your shoulder before leaving the room.

Usually, you were able to feel Kenny's pressure, but you weren't able to and you wished dearly that you could've.

Kenpachi steps out from behind the corner, arms crossed over his chest.

His spiritual pressure smacks you in the chest and you gasp quietly. Your eyes widen and you chew on your bottom lip, turning around and facing him.

"Hi," you mumble out, praying that he didn't hear any of that conversation. You sink down in your figure as Kenny towers over you, a stern expression across his face.

"Hey, if you were a human, I'd still love you," Kenpachi blurts out and your eyes widen.

"You despise humans because they're so weak," you point out and Kenny shrugs his shoulders.

"Not you. What about those fights that you win? Mhm?" he asks and you scoff quietly.

"You let me win those on purpose, Kenny," you mumble out and a grin tugs on his face.

"So? You're strong in your own ways," Kenny comments, placing a finger underneath your chin and lifting up your face. He forces you to gaze into his eyes and your stomach twists into uneasy knots.

"No, I'm not," you shake your head, trying to deny it. Kenpachi lets out a tiny sigh and his facial expression softens.

"I could never heal people the way you do. The way you heal me...amazes me every time. You are absolutely amazing, y/n," Kenpachi speaks softly and your eyes widen.

Kenny leans his head down and presses his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his lower torso and relish in the moment.

"Thank you," you whisper, smiling warmly as you pull away from the sweet kiss.

"And...as for the fights, you definitely win those sometimes," Kenny comments, a smug smirk tugging on his face.

"Come on, you let me win those and you know it," you sigh out in defeat and Kenpachi cocks an eyebrow.

"Oh really? Come on then, let's see what you got," Kenpachi teases you, grabbing onto your thighs and easily lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his torso and giggle quietly.

"Fine, bring it on."

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Forevermore”

Unohana Retsu x Female Reader

21.04.2023 — happiest of birthdays to the mother of all mothers 🥳🎂 she’s turning 1200+ years old today 🥹🫶🏻

something short, simple and sweet. it would be an insult to my status as a hopeless unohana simp if i couldn’t even wish her a happy birthday with a written work of mine. it’s still about 23:40 here where i live, so thank the archon i’ve made it! though barely :3

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“A little birdie told me it was your birthday today, so I brought you a little something.”

No welcoming comes your way as you are left to watch the unbothered back of the Captain while she leisurely sips her tea. Only after has she emptied the cup does she put it down and stand, measuredly making her way towards you.

She stops directly under your nose, so close to your body that you can feel the ghost of her breath on your neck.

“Well, what is it that you wanted to give me?”

“Me!” You squeak.

Fishing a silk ribbon in the colour of bright red out of your sleeve, you clumsily tie it around your waist over your uniform. By the time you speak again, a big bow is sitting precariously on your hipbone. “My gift for your birthday, Captain, is me.”

Cheeks ablaze and heart aflutter, you direct your gaze onto the beautiful face before you. A sly smile and mirthful eyes greet your eyes.

“My, how brazen of you.”

“But, whose idea was it, hm?” The curve of her lips is too deep to be deemed sincere. Saccharine but spine-tingling, kind but killing. It is after all the Captain’s infamous smile that can get her whatever she wants. “My meek little lamb isn’t one to come up with such salacious plan.”

“Matsu-” A playful finger descending onto the top of your chest leaves you at a loss for words. It slithers along the lapel of your uniform before resting an inch just shy of your navel. The silk tail of the ribbon is caught between two spindly fingers, and the remainder of the name leaves your lips in a breathless whisper. “-moto.”

“To take advice from Matsumoto of all people. Was it why you were rendezvousing with her lately instead of spending time with me?”

“I couldn’t rack my brain alone. I wanted my gift to be special and a surprise.”

“I was surprised alright.”

In parallel with her words, you, too, are taken by surprise when her hands climb your body, palms flat against your chest, simply resting.

“When the idea of getting myself robbed of my secret admirer rattled me more than I would have liked.”

Although you can hear her voice and know that she is muttering something, the context of her speech is entirely lost on you. You suspect that it is intentional. Still, you wonder aloud.

“Captain?”

“Your birthday present,…” Your growing anxiety is eased by the smile she spares you as her eyes find yours. “…for now, I can’t say that I love it, but I like it a lot. I promise to hold it dear.”

As obscure as her words are, the implication, having not lost on you, puts a grin on your face. The unbridled glee that you are bombarded with can also be heard in your voice.

“Happy Birthday, Captain Unohana!”

A kiss that is pressed onto the apple of your cheek is but a fleeting touch of a butterfly’s wings. Warm, tender, and unequivocally the reason behind the hummingbird flutter of your heart.

“I’m very happy. Thank you.”

When she murmurs it with a sparkle in that delightful blue of her eyes and a sweet blossom of a smile, you are helpless against your body that acts of its own accord. Gingerly, you take her hand from where it is resting on your chest, and all too softly, your lips caress her knuckles. Nuzzling your cheek into her palm like a spoiled kitten, one final kiss of the night finds home on the inside of her wrist. Beneath your lips, you feel the fluttering of her pulse as you mouth a silent oath.

I will love you, Captain Unohana. Forevermore.

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[goteigirls]

The morning after

Merry Christmas! These Drabbles are a bit messy please keep in mind! Also It’s hard for me to imagine Soifon with a lover so I tried my hardest with her😭

CW: SUGGESTIVE, flirting, borderline NSFW?

In her arms, you feel the safest. Her cool, gentle arms that have taken countless lives, and would take many more if it meant your safety. Mornings with her after an intense night of passion were filled with whispered words of praise and love, with a bit of teasing sprinkled in.

“Hnnn…” you blinked awake, rubbing your eyes sleepily. You were still in your lover's arms, who you noticed was watching you silently with a saccharine smile on her face.

“Morning Retsu…” your throat was scratchy and sore from the night before.

She watched you snuggle into her arms weakly, your body ached with every movement, “Good morning sweetheart, it seems you have a sore throat, we could have some tea and herbs to remedy that, I’ll go brew some—.”

You cling tighter to Unohana, “Just a few more minutes... You coulda been a bit more gentle last night… then my throat and body wouldn’t have been killing me right now.” You look up at her, your raspy voice just above a whisper. She held back a giggle at your cute state.

“Sorry dear, you were mewing like a kitten, it was so cute that I couldn’t help but want to make you cry louder.”

The heat that traveled up your neck made its way to your cheeks, “must you be so …” you sighed, “I would love that cup of tea right now.”

Soifon, being the one to wake up much earlier than you, would be quiet, opting to play with strands of your hair while admiring your face, whether you’re asleep or not. She’d look at your bare frame, taking note of how soft and beautiful it looked. When you wake up, she places a kiss against your lips as a ‘good morning’, rather than with words.

The sight of you sleeping peacefully by her side was enough to soften her battle-hardened heart. Though she didn’t show it on her face, her heart sang for you, and her fingers danced in the strands of hair framing your face.

Once you wake up, she memorizes the way your facial muscles move and the way your body looks as you stretch the tiredness away. You scoot closer to her, “Did you wait for me to wake up again? You know-“

Lips silence your sentences, you don’t protest, immediately closing your eyes and deepening the kiss. Soifon pulled away from the quick kiss, and your eyes fluttered open.

“I don’t have work today, what do you want to do?” She moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Spend time with you of course!”

“Obviously! But we can’t stay in bed all day.”

“Hmmm why not!” You pouted.

“It’s not good to laze about, besides you wanted to buy a new kimono right?”

“… Alright then, let’s get ready.”

Rangiku is usually sprawled out on the futon with you using her arm as a pillow or snuggling you close to her ample chest, to which you almost suffocated on multiple occasions. When you two are awake Rangiku makes teasing remarks about the night before all while tracing the marks she left on your body.

As you wake up, the first thing you notice is Rangiku lying half off the futon and limbs spread all over the place, one of her arms you had been lying on the past night and only the shared blanket covering the last of her modesty.

You sigh like a love-struck fool and lean over your lover’s face to place a tender kiss on her forehead. Unbeknownst to you, a hand creeps up underneath the covers and a finger traces down your spine, which elicits a yelp from you as it travels downward in a quick motion, and a hand cups one of your ass cheeks.

“Rangiku!” As your eyebrows furrowed, you looked down at her.

She opened one of her eyes to look up at you and grinned innocently, “What a beautiful sight to wake up to!”

You huffed, resting your head in the palm of your hand. “We just woke up and you’re already being so handsy.”

“How can I resist?” Her free arm moves up to your chest to trace purplish marks on your supple skin, “They look so cute on you.”

You look down to see what she was referring to, blushing a deep shade of crimson. “There’s so many…” there a was trail of purple that led to part of your body where the blanket covered.

At least there wasn’t a lot on your neck to avoid unwanted attention.

[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, retsu u.

꒰ 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. → 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚. → 𝐫𝐞𝐪 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! ꒱

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 was far from being a jealous woman at all. She wasn't who she used to be. She had complete confidence in her wife and knew she wasn't that foolish to ruin their marriage.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 didn't mind that her wife was incredibly friendly, and energetic, and didn't have a single active brain cell in her head at all. She knew you had your eyes on her and her alone.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 there are moments when she has to clear her throat or pull your sleeve a bit when someone has been talking to you for too long or becomes quite touchy with you. Of course, you have paid no attention to that. Considering you were quite an airhead to people’s ways of flirting.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐓 was a quiet day in the Seireitei when you received the news that your best friend Gojo Satoru was visiting after being away for a year. You were so excited that you ran to your wife's office and laughed loudly with the envelop in your hand.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔! My sweet wife! I have really good news!" You barged into her office with an open envelope in your hand. Unohana smiled softly before pressing her finger on her lips in a discreet manner. She could sense you a mile away because of your distinctive laugh, not to mention the fact that you strike very hard when you're excited. Every time she sees you, she must keep you calm. Because of your lack of awareness, you didn't know you spoke loudly until everyone was able to hear you and your conversations.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 you told her that Gojo was coming her smile remained, but attitude changed within a quick second. To be honest, she wasn't fond of Gojo. But she didn't hate the guy! She couldn't stand his arrogance + childlike behavior when he showed up. Not to mention the fact that whenever he comes, the first thing he does is leap into your arms and give your cheek a kiss. Friendly or not, she dislikes it.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐌𝐑. Satoru? I look forward to seeing him also." She covered her aggravated expression with a smile. "Do you want me to make him dinner?" She spoke a bit sarcastically. She was happy to know that he was still alive and well but was unhappy at the fact . . . he was still alive and well. "Sure! Don’t forget to put tons of meat in it!" You kissed her cheek and ran out of the office. Unohana couldn’t help but deadpan at your clueless behavior. But you were her wife, and there was nothing she could do to change that.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 the rest of the day you spoke about Gojo and how much fun you would have with him when he arrived. After mentioning his name for a third time, Unohana could no longer listen to you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 completing her duties as captain, she walked to her shared bedroom with you. . . only to see the devil himself, Gojo Satoru. When she saw the way his arm was wrapped around your shoulder, she wanted to rip it off with her bare hands. How dare he make himself at home before she could even arrive? But she kept her distance and greeted him with a smile.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 back Mr. Satoru. It's great to see you back." Unohana gave a handshake to the man with white hair and hung her captain's coat. "No need of formalities! You can just call me Gojo!" He waved his hand around while the other one continued to rest on your shoulder. "Retsu! Come sit with us, we are playing this game that Gojo brought!" You patted the seat next to you. "Give me a minute dear, I must go change." She pointed her forefinger at you and vanished in the next room. Once she closes the door, her smile fades completely, once Gojo is gone, she's going to have an incredibly long talk with you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 the rest of the night Unohana put the same smile on her face to prevent herself from tearing Gojo to pieces.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐒𝐄𝐄 you you later, Gojo!" You put your hands around your mouth and waved to your best friend who waved. "See you later N/n! I’ll come back soon!" He returned the gestured and disappeared into the night. Unohana breathed relief and began to clean up the mess you made. You frowned at your wife as she seemed agitated about something, you never saw her upset. "The words you said made Unohana stop in his tracks. "What have you sorry about, dear?" She laid the bowls on the table and sat down beside you, the sad look on your face made her heart ache. What were you apologizing for? She was never mad at you.

"I never knew Gojo bothered you." You scratched the back of your head, throughout the day you sensed a change in his mood, and you assume it was because of Gojo. "Oh . . . He wasn't bothering me at all. I was just being jealous again." She fondles your cheek to lighten up your saddened mood. She never liked to see you sad, especially when it was her fault. "No, if you felt like he was doing something to make you act like this, then I would speak to him." You played with your hands, ensuring that your wife being comfortable was more important than Gojo. "Ah really? I really appreciate that darling. I love you." She leaned forward and pressed her cold lips on yours. "I love you too! If something irritating you then you can always talk to me!" You gave her a cheeky smile and tackled her face with multiple kisses. Maybe you did have a few active brain cells up there.

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The strongest Zeraki Kenpachi

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sorry for degenposting but this frame of unohana makes me FERAL

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aizen - moth to a flame

+ aizen x reader 

+ ch. one of my two part aizen fic inspired by ‘moth to a flame’ by the weeknd!

+ UPDATE !!!! ch 2 (the sequel) is right: here

summary: aizen’s betrayal may have shaken the foundations of soul society, but it completely shattered your marriage. you try to move on, with both heart and mind, but the effects of your husband’s presence still linger in every aspect of your life. aizen’s hold on your heart will never truly fade, and the worst part is... you’re not sure you want it to. 

It was the week before your upcoming wedding anniversary when you received the news that Sosuke Aizen was found murdered and displayed for the whole of Seireitei to see. 

The gut-wrenching pain you felt then at your husband’s loss only increases tenfold as you find him alive and healthy in the midst of betraying Soul Society. 

“Sosuke,” you whisper. 

The captain—former captain—gazes back at you, not a speck of emotion found within his eyes. He looks different, not just in his new hairstyle or lack of glasses, but in the way he carries himself. He scrutinizes the shinigami the same way a king would his slaves—ants under his feet, living only to be crushed. The worst part is he spares you no exception. The man you have been with for centuries regards you with only disinterest. 

He stands so far up in the sky… so far out of your reach. 

“Y/N, Stay back!” You barely register Byakuya’s voice nor his arm around your stomach as you pull ahead, desperate for answers. You struggle against Byakuya’s hold, eyes brimming with tears as your husband turns his back to you and disappears without a parting glance. 

I am dying, you think. It is the only explanation for what you feel at this moment. Byakuya’s grip tightens as you surge forward again. You have to get to him—to your husband. 

“Sosuke!” You’re screaming now. Screaming his name… pleading for him to come back, but it all falls on deaf ears. You collapse from exhaustion into Byakuya’s arms, throat raw and aching from your cries. The last thing you see before the world turns black is the glint of your wedding ring against the unforgiving sun.

The first thing you see as you blink back into existence is an unfamiliar ceiling. As you slowly rise and get your bearings, it becomes increasingly clear that you are not in your own bed. Unohana’s presence is the final piece of the puzzle of where you are; a private room in the medical ward.

“Retsu… that wasn’t a dream, was it?” You hold your breath, even if you already know the answer. 

“I’m afraid not,” she says. Your heart sinks with those three words, disappointment and grief gutting you anew. Sometimes it is more painful to mourn the loss of someone who is still alive rather than dead. 

Unohana continues: “Byakuya brought you back. The shock must have been difficult and quite fatiguing,” she pauses as she adjusts the IV strapped to your arm. “You’ve been asleep for over twenty-four hours.”

You bolt upright, only to immediately regret that decision as a sharp pang runs through your head without a destination. An oncoming headache. Just what you need. 

“Twenty-four hours?! I need to get back. I–I have to—”

Unohana interrupts you with a placating hand on the shoulder. “The only thing you need to do right now is rest.”

She’s right, but the anxiety crawling up your spine thinks otherwise. You need answers, and the only way to get them is to get the hell out of here. You need to get back home—the one you once shared with your husband. 

Husband…

The word is almost foreign to you now. 

“I’m fine, Retsu. I can rest at home,” you insist. 

Unohana spares you a knowing look but relents anyway. To try and convince you otherwise would be like conversing with a brick and expecting it to reply. Utterly useless. 

After a couple of hours, you are promptly released from Unohana’s care and sent home, where you now stand. Alone. The emptiness of the space is alien to you, and the warmth that usually encompasses it is completely gone. 

Night has fallen and encases Seireitei in a dark haze. The moon shines bright above the wispy clouds, almost in the same place where Sosuke disappeared. Its glow spills across the furniture, coating it in an otherworldly sheen. The four-poster bed you shared with Sosuke stands in the center of it all, cold and empty. Despite your reservations, your exhaustion takes hold of you, and you lower yourself onto the mattress and sit with your back against the headboard.

The last few days’ events finally take their toll on you again, and you are overwhelmed with a mixture of grief, shock, and anger. Anger. Anger at Sosuke leaving you, but mostly anger at being manipulated and thrown away by the person you trusted most in the world. The dam breaks, and before you know it, tears stream down your cheeks as you struggle to hold in your sobs. You are so lost in misery that you almost don’t notice the shift in the air. Almost. 

Someone is here. 

In a split second, you’re upright and alert. The Zanpakuto hiding beneath your clothes is grasped firmly in your hand. The room is silent, eerily so. You scan the space for any movement or indication of another presence. The air around you is thin, but a different frequency lingers… an all-too-familiar one. 

“Did you miss me, my love?”

Sosuke steps into view, and the sight almost brings you to your knees. Your husband stands before you, safe and sound, smiling like he always used to. A smile you used to think was full of love and care. How wrong you were. 

“Tell me—no tricks or sly words—the truth. Tell me they’re wrong. Tell me you didn’t do… all of it. Tell me this is some fucked-up nightmare and that we’re still happy, together and in love. Tell me!” Panic seizes your throat on the last note, your words getting louder and louder with each breath.

He draws closer. Your fingers tighten around the handle of your blade. Your husband notices this and stops, folding his hands behind his back, much like he would back when you had started dating. 

“We are still happy, together, and in love,” he soothes. It would be mocking if it was anybody else. 

But even now, you cannot trust his words. That realization opens up a line of sorrow and soft acceptance in your heart. This man in front of you is nothing but a stranger and an enemy. You finally see it now, and it breaks your heart once more. 

A single tear rolls down your face as you place your Zanpakuto down to remove the ring from your finger. The glittering diamond shines even in the dark. You hold it out to him and wait. Aizen’s eyes flit to it and then back to you. He takes a step back, the refusal clear. 

“Take it, Aizen. As a final courtesy,” you swallow, not daring to look into his eyes. “I’ll be throwing it away otherwise.”

After a moment of deliberation, his hands wrap around yours, warm and comforting. The sensation is so painfully intimate that it almost burns. You feel him take the ring from your hand, but his touch doesn’t disappear. 

“I know you are trying to manipulate me. It will not work,” you warn. Your voice is steady, a stark contrast to the unease in your chest. He is playing you and has been doing so for centuries. It is beyond irritating that you almost fall prey to it again. You want to melt into his arms and bury yourself in his chest, just like you always do after a long day out. Unfortunately, this is not just a simple long day out. 

“Manipulate is such a strong term,” he muses.

“It is the correct one. What would you call everything you’ve done up to now?”

Aizen gently tilts his head, and lets go of your hand. “Necessary. Everything was necessary,” he takes a small step back, and a flit of turmoil flashes across his expression. “Even the painful parts.”

“Painful? For you?” You laugh, though it’s void of humour, “Quite hard to believe.”

His hand comes up to touch your cheek but stops short at the resentment in your eyes. “You are the only thing that could ever hurt me.”

“My god, Aizen. Enough!” Grief turns to red-hot rage as he continues with sickeningly sweet words—cunning phrases that work to tear down your guard. You refuse to fall for it, no matter how sincere he looks. No matter how badly his presence is a comfort. “You can quit acting. It wasn’t real for you, I know that. But at least I can find solace in knowing everything on my part was real. That I wasn’t so desperate as to fake happiness in my life.”

“Fake? You fail to understand, Y/N. Yes, I lied to you—” Your chest tightens at the blatant admission. “But my feelings for you… our relationship was and is as real to me as it is to you.” 

“Then why do this? Why hurt me?” Your voice cracks. 

“An unfortunate but inevitable consequence. My goals are bigger than us. Bigger than Soul Society,” he claims. 

“That’s the difference between you and me, Aizen. You choose power over me, while I would have chosen you above all else,” you swallow. 

His brows furrow as confusion splits his features. “I can have both. You are important to me as well.”

You can only shake your head and sigh. The fight has all but disappeared from within you. “No. You can’t. You’ve made your choice, and I have no place in it.”

“Y/N–”

“No,” you snap. “You need to leave. The next time we see each other will be on opposite sides, so consider this a last show of respect for our previous marriage.”

Aizen narrows his eyes so imperceptibly any other person would have missed it, but you’ve been with this man for the better part of your life. “We are still married.”

“From this moment on, you and I are nothing but enemies,” you declare. 

“You will come to see sense—that we belong together. But until you do, I will keep this safe and wait for you. However long it may take.” He holds up your ring, and it briefly glints under the moonlight before he pockets it and disappears, leaving you alone and a victim of your own swirling mind.