#retsu unohana x reader

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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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[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Request: Unohana, Rukia, and Rangiku with an S/O who passes out in their arms after a tough battle. Please and thank you.

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

I Hope this is of your liking!

Let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: If you have not watched the recent anime Season of this year, Be aware of spoilers for Unohana.

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Unohana:

She holds you so gently.

Unohana asks you a few questions, like what happened if there is any other injury despite what she can immediatly see and so on.

But you can only mumble things.

She doesn't quite understand you, but she keeps talking to you so you stay awake.

It doesn't quite work, you ended up fainting.

Unohana does a little "oh" when you faint.

She whispers to your unconscious body how proud she is of you for fighting and hanging in there for so long.

She gently carries you to a safe place and proceeds to heal you.

If you were able to defeat the enemy, she would be smiling the whole time, some people might think of it as a bit... unsettling, but she is just happy to have you safe and sound.

If you could not win, well, she is pissed.

How dare they harm you?

She might become Kenpachi again, but that will depends on the situation as a whole.

Is it going well? if yes, then, she will nurse you back to health and keep a close eye to what is happening in the battlefield making sure your aggressor is dead.

If it is not going well, then, she will fight. overkill the bastard.

After nursing you of course, you are top priority!

Rukia:

She is a nervous train wreck.

Keeps asking who did this to you and where else you are hurt.

But you can only mumble and that makes her even more nervous.

Oh she is tiny so the chances of you being bigger than her is high. So, consider that she is probably gently cradling your head.

when you faint, she desperatly call for the 4th squad help.

She is tiny, but she can carry you, no worries.

If you won the battle and the situation as whole is not bad, she will stay with you.

or try to, chances of her being told to wait outside is high.

if you did not win, she will leave you in the care of the 4th squad and proceed to find that bastard.

She is pissed and will fight them.

While battling she keeps thinking about you.

When she is back, she is by you all the time until you recover fully.

Doesn't matter how much you asked her to rest or try to convice her you are fine now.

She ain't leaving you.

Rangiku:

She holds you gently too.

Rangiku gets very anxious and worried, but she tries to talk to you.

She knows losing consciousness isn't good.

It doesn't quite work.

She starts to cry a bit and asks inform Hitsugaya about taking you to the 4th squad.

Of course he allows and covers for her.

Rangiku starts whispering bitter-sweet things like " Don't leave me, baby leave. " , " I know you are strong, hang in there!"

Regardless how the battlefiled is like she will leave you in the 4th squad care.

She cannot let her captain alone, even if it tears her heart in half.

As soon as she can see you again, she is hugging you and holding you close.

She gets clingy.

May bring you some food or drinks while you recover.

She won't allow you to push yourself.

Rangiku will make you use her as pillow, no, this is not an option.

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This is it!

Thank you for reading!

#bleach x reader #bleach #matsumote rangiku x reader #kuchiki rukia x reader #retsu unohana #retsu unohana x reader #rukia kuchiki #rangiku matsumoto

[recreationalfanfics]

I see you do Bleach and wanted to asked of pletonic yandere of Kempatchi, Unohana, Shunsui, and Genryusai?

Hc please

YES, THANK YOU FOR THE BLEACH ASK BUT ALSO, DAMN, YOU WANT THE READER TO BE TRAPPED TRAPPED😭 I ALSO ONLY REALLY DID KENPACHI AND UNOHANA, SORRY, I JUST COULD THINK OF ANYTHING FOR YAMAMOTO AND SHUNSUI.

Platonic Yandere! Kenpachi Zaraki:

- Okay so depending on your age, Kenpachi will be as protective of you as he is Yachiru but if you're a teen or something then he doesn't become a Yandere who wants to shield you from the world, he wants to make you stronger and make you as tough as him.

- It's because of this that maybe he's a bit harder on you then most people, he singles you out sometimes and you often end up a little bruised during his practice matches with you. He's not abusive but he's kinda like those dads that are always tough on their kids and are all: "It'll make you tougher!" when they try to talk to him about it.

- That doesn't mean he'll let any other harm you can't handle hurt you. Like, a hollow is stronger or smarter than you expected, Kenpachi is there to save you and Yachiru cutely greets you as well and he just weakens it before having you kill it, unless you're too injured to do so.

- He wants the best for you but his yandere paranoia that you'll get hurt because he didn't train you well enough is a very real fear for him so yeah, he may come off harsh but he genuinely has good intentions when it comes to it. He just goes about it the wrong way sometimes.

- If you ever catch onto his yandere tendencies or you just want to transfer to another division, he will not let you. Like, he refuses to approve your transfer and tell you that you'll only get killed in another division, Yachiru will infiltrate any other division captain's quarters to steal any secret paperwork in progress. It infuriates Kenpachi a lot because he just wants what's best for you.

Unohana Retsu:

- Like Kenpachi, Unohana does want you to be strong enough but she's more gentle in the way she trains you and she doesn't prioritize it as much. After all, you have her.

- And Isane, her trusty assistant who is also a bit of a platonic yandere for you. Like let's say you were abandoned at the gates of the Sereitei and Unohana was the first to stumble upon you. She took you in as her own and raised you as such, so Isane is like your older sister.

- You know full well about her past as well, she doesn't want to hide anything from you (aside from the amount of people she's hurt and threatened for you) and she wants you to know that despite her underlying nature, you should never be afraid of her.

- Everyone else should of course. Some other soul reapers are giving you a hard time? She appears right behind them with a gentle smile and an intimidating aura, and they're on their knees begging for your forgiveness as she smiles at you and says: "Well, do you forgive them?" and you tell her you do, because you're scared of what she'll do if you say you don't.

- You will never catch onto Unohana's yandere tendencies, yes she may scare people around you but its only because she cares and she's simply protective, this is what she has raised you to believe. You're blissfully ignorant of her behaviors and she'd prefer to keep it that way♡

#kenpachi zaraki #Yandere kenpachi Zaraki #kenpachi Zaraki x reader #Yandere Unohana x reader #retsu unohana x reader #yandere unohana #Bleach x reader #yandere bleach x reader

[bapplenana]

Unveiled

𝐔𝐧𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮/𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary:

Y/N, an impressive Shinigami from Squad 11, conceals her love for Captain Unohana of Squad 4. Encouraged to confess by her friend Rangiku Matsumoto, Y/N must confront her fear and uncertainty. Unexpected events and a heart-wrenching encounter leave Y/N battered.

Warnings: slight graphic for fight scene, blood

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Unrequited feelings (?), english is not my first language

Word count: 4,000+

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In the bustling world of Soul Society, a young warrior Y/N stood out among the fierce members of Squad 11. As the only girl in your squad, you possessed a unique strength that both impressed and intimidated your peers. But behind your strong façade, Y/N harbored doubts, never fully acknowledging your own worth as one of the strongest shinigami.

Your heart secretly yearned for the ethereal presence of Squad 4 Captain Unohana Retsu. You admired the grace and compassion that radiated from Unohana, yet kept your emotions hidden deep within. Unbeknownst to you, your unspoken affections had not gone unnoticed by keen observers, such as the Lieutenant from Squad 10, Rangiku Matsumoto.

•

One day, as you were training diligently, you noticed a familiar presence approaching. It was Rangiku Matsumoto, the vibrant and teasing lieutenant of Squad 10. Rangiku had always possessed a keen sense of observation, and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of anxiety but remained unbothered on the outside keeping your cool.

Rangiku smirks, "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite shinigami, Y/N. Mind telling me what's been bothering you lately? You seem a little...distracted."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lieutenant Matsumoto." You replied, hoping that your voice wouldn’t waver.

Laughing, Rangiku teases, "Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't be shy. I've noticed the way your eyes follow a certain Captain whenever she's around. It's quite amusing, really."

Your heart skipped a beat, your secret seemingly laid bare before her. You never imagined that your infatuation with Captain Unohana would be so evident.

You stammer, suddenly blushing, quite uncharacteristically of you, "I-I...it's not what you think. I have the utmost respect for Captain Unohana. It's just...a simple admiration." You didn’t even notice the mistake you’ve made.

“Oh? I never said the name of the Captain.”

Your eyes widened, trying to correct your slip. “I-”

Rangiku grinned smugly, as she finally confirmed her suspicions, "Oh, of course, just a simple admiration. The kind that makes your cheeks flush and your heart race every time she's near. Admit it, Y/N, you've got it bad for her."

Finally admitting defeat, you sigh and frown, "I just can't afford to get distracted by feelings. I need to focus on my training and my duties as a member of Squad 11."

Dropping her teasing manner as she notices your serious expression, Rangiku softly replies, "I understand, Y/N. But sometimes, holding back your feelings can do more harm than good. Captain Unohana is a kind and perceptive woman. Perhaps it's time to consider sharing your heart with her."

Your gaze shifted to the ground, your emotions swirling within you. The thought of confessing your feelings to Captain Unohana both terrified and exhilarated you. Anything could go wrong when confessing feelings.

"But what if she doesn't feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship, or worse, ignores me for the rest of my shinigami life?" you whispered, hoping that no one else could hear it aside from your close friend.

Placing a hand on your shoulder, "Love is always a risk, Y/N. But isn't it better to take that chance rather than live with regrets? You never know what might come of it unless you try." Rangiku tries to reassure her, sensing that these pent-up feelings have been bothering her.

"I...I'll think about it, Lieutenant Matsumoto. But no promises. It's not as easy as it sounds."

Rangiku smiles, "Take your time, Y/N. Just remember, life is too short to keep your heart locked away. Who knows, Captain Unohana might surprise you. But know that I’m here for you whatever happens. Even if we’re from different squads, you’re one of my closest friends.”

You gave her a fond smile. Despite the differences, Rangiku has always been the one there for you. She bid her goodbye while saying that she needed to do what Captain Hitsuyaga asked of her before he will kick her ass again. You shook your head chuckling, hoping your friend will never change, you’re happy for what she is despite Captain Hitsuyaga’s chagrin.

Days turned into weeks, and you wrestled with your conflicted emotions. You found yourself stealing glances at Captain Unohana during your squad's training sessions when she passes by, your heart yearning for the connection you longed for yet feared to pursue.

I will do it - open my heart to her, you thought.

•

Wrong.

Despite your mind made up to confess your love to Captain Unohana however, every encounter with the esteemed Captain sent you spiraling into a whirlwind of shyness and blushing cheeks. The captain, perceptive and caring as always, began to notice your peculiar behavior, sensing that something troubled the young warrior's heart.

On an unsuspecting day, while you were admiring the sky after sparring with Ikkaku Madarame. The past few days you were so troubled, and after releasing your stress during the spar, you felt at peace. In fact, you were so at peace you did not notice the spiritual pressure of a certain captain.

“Y/N? May I speak with you?”

You let out a yelp, jumping from being startled. You definitely know that voice anywhere. “Captain Unohana! What are you doing here?” You widened your eyes, realizing how you are being impertinent, “Apologies Captain, I mean, is there something you need?”

“It’s alright my dear, no need to apologize. I only wish to ask you something.” Unohana smiles reassuring you. Now, her smile usually scares the other soul reaper, even with Captain Kyoraku but not you, as you find it comforting. Somehow feeling like being in her presence is the safest place in the universe. There’s probably something wrong with you.

Fully facing her, you ask “What is it, Captain?” Ignoring your heart beating faster from her calling you ‘my dear’.

“Is something bothering you? You seem different lately, more...distracted"

Cursing in your internal thoughts for forgetting how sharp Unohana is, you should’ve known she’d noticed. You stammer, "N-no, Captain Unohana. Everything's...fine. Just a little tired, that's all."

Although unconvinced and knowing you were lying, Unohana just let it and made you promise that you can speak to her if you need someone. You thank her, your heart beating so fast it scared you that she might hear it. Her offer makes you fall for her even harder. I’m now really in trouble, you thought as you sense that there’s no turning back with these feelings.

Days turned into weeks, and Captain Unohana's worry grew. Unable to bear the weight of her concern any longer, she sought out you, determined to alleviate the distress she sensed within her.

Concern etched on her facial expression, "Y/N, there's something I need to discuss with you. You've been acting differently around me, and I can't help but worry. Please, tell me what's on your mind."

You froze, your heart pounding in your chest as you believed that your secret would finally be exposed. Silence settled between you, heavy and pregnant with unspoken words.

Your heart skipped a beat as your gaze lingered upon Unohana Retsu's face, captivated by its ethereal beauty. It was a visage that seemed to hold the secrets of countless lifetimes, a delicate balance of grace and strength that could mesmerize the soul.

Unohana's eyes, pools of serenity, held a depth that was both alluring and enigmatic. They sparkled with a gentle warmth, like the soft glow of a candle in the darkness, radiating a sense of compassion and understanding that drew you closer. They were eyes that could see into the depths of one's being as if unraveling the intricacies of their very existence.

Her features were flawlessly sculpted, a delicate harmony of soft curves and refined contours. The gentle curve of her brows, elegantly arched, framed eyes that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. Her nose, straight and refined, seemed to carry the essence of elegance itself, a testament to her noble lineage.

But it was her lips that held your gaze the longest. Full and inviting, they carried an air of tenderness and wisdom. They curved into a serene smile that could melt away the weight of the world, offering solace and comfort to those fortunate enough to witness it. You yearned to feel the softness of those lips against your own, to taste the sweetness of Unohana's love.

Every line and contour on Unohana's face told a story, an epic tale of sacrifice and strength, etched upon her skin like a delicate masterpiece. It bore the wisdom of age and the gentleness of a caring soul, a testament to the hardships endured and the compassion that blossomed within her.

To you, Unohana's face was a masterpiece, a canvas of beauty and vulnerability that awakened the deepest passions within you. Every glance, every smile, and every furrowed brow held a magnetic pull, drawing you into a world where love knew no boundaries.

At that moment, as your heart swelled with love, you knew that Unohana's face held the power to heal, to ignite a flame of devotion that would burn eternally. And in the presence of such radiance, you found yourself falling deeper into the depths of unyielding love, forever captivated by the enchanting allure of Captain Unohana Retsu.

Closing your eyes momentarily as you gather courage, you decide you reveal the depths of your affection for Unohana. It’s now or never...

Trembling you softly answered, "Captain Unohana...I...I have feelings for you. It's...it's more than admiration. I've fallen in love with you."

Captain Unohana, taken aback by this unexpected revelation, found herself momentarily speechless, her mind racing to process the young warrior's reasoning. "Y/N….." she found herself stunned.

You felt your heart shatter into countless pieces. You looked down, unable to bear the look of the one who owns your heart, now rejecting it. You couldn’t help but smile bitterly. You should’ve known, you are not deserving of anyone’s love let alone the love of the infamous Unohana Retsu. “I knew it… It’s alright... Excuse me, Captain.” you whispered shakily, tears blurring your vision.

Overwhelmed by heartbreak, you instinctively used your flash step to escape, desperate to be alone with your shattered dreams and aching heart. You ran away, your steps fueled by despair and anguish, leaving Unohana standing in stunned silence.

Heartbroken, you disappeared for several hours, your absence raising concern among your friends and comrades. Rangiku, worried for her dear friend, approached Captain Unohana to inquire about your whereabouts. "Captain Unohana, have you seen Y/N? She's been missing for hours, and I'm really worried about her."

To her surprise, Unohana revealed her own surprise at your disappearance, realizing that her lack of action may have played a part in the young warrior's anguish.

Unohana sighs, "I...I didn't expect this to happen. Y/N confessed her feelings to me, and I...I couldn't respond in time. I fear I may have hurt her."

Overwhelmed by guilt and concern, Unohana confided in Rangiku, sharing the truth of your confession and subsequent flight. Unohana expressed herself, regretting her silence and the unintended pain it had caused. Rangiku, taken aback by Unohana's openness, assured her that everything would be alright, urging her to assist in the search for their M.I.A. comrade.

"Captain Unohana, I believe you know we need to find her.” Rangiku frowned, expressing her worries for her friend. Knowing you and your tendencies, you’re probably somewhere berating yourself for being stupid. On the other hand, Rangiku felt a sense of responsibility as she was the one who encouraged you to open your heart. Nevertheless, right now, her priority is to search your whereabouts and ensure your safety despite knowing your strength.

Unohana temporarily entrusted her responsibilities to Isane, instructing her to manage the barracks in her absence. Together, Captain Unohana and Lieutenant Matsumoto embarked on a search for you, their footsteps echoing through the streets of Soul Society. The moonlight cast its gentle glow upon them, illuminating their path as the two most important people in your life ventured.

•

The night was bathed in foreboding darkness as the battle with the Hollows raged on. Physically, you fought with fierce determination, your Zanpakuto cleaving through the air with deadly precision. But your mind and heart were not in sync, burdened by the weight of your unrequited love.

You curse, not expecting your night to get worse. Earlier after rudely leaving the unfinished conversation with Unohana, you found solace surrounded by the trees. The moonlight is the only source of illumination in your surroundings. Despite the shining moon, your heavy heart is plagued with darkness, self-deprecating thoughts drowning you. Blaming yourself for being a fool into thinking that someone like you would have a chance with the captain of Squad 4. Moreover, you are grieving for the possibly ruined friendship with her. Of course, you’d screw it up. Your silent night was interrupted by the sound of the roar of an all too familiar hollow. That’s how you ended up in this predicament now.

Each swing of your blade carried the weight of your longing, the ache in your heart reflected in the intensity of your attacks as you yelled in anguish. But as the Hollows closed in, your distraction grew, your movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated.

Your mind wandered to the pain from Unohana’s reaction, remembering her stunned expression with you interpreting it as Unohana thinking about how to reject you. You couldn’t handle hearing the expected words so you left.

Your thoughts become a tangled web that trapped you in a cycle of self-doubt and anguish. And in your distraction, you failed to notice the incoming attack from a lurking Hollow.

The blow struck true, sending waves of pain coursing through your body. You felt yourself hurtling towards the ground, your body colliding with a bone-jarring impact. Darkness threatened to consume you as your vision blurred, your strength waning.

Blood trickled down your forehead, mingling with your tears. You tasted the metallic tang of defeat, a bitter reminder of your shattered hopes. Anger and disappointment surged through you, fueling a final surge of adrenaline. You’re supposed to be strong, now you look like a student in training all over again. Captain Zaraki would be so disappointed in you right now. Your mind forced you to fight but your body suddenly felt exhausted as if it synchronized with your exhausted heart.

Summoning your remaining strength, you pushed through the pain, striking down the last of the Hollows in a whirlwind of fury. Each strike was driven by a desperate need to escape the torment that consumed you. “You bastards! How dare you come in here and make my day worse. I hate you. All of you!” you yell, hoping that your pain will be washed away as the last hollow disintegrates.

But as the adrenaline subsided, the reality of your situation crashed down upon you. The pain, both physical and emotional, intensified, threatening to swallow you whole. You stumbled, your vision blurring, as you struggled to stay on your feet.

In that moment of weakness, you suddenly saw a figure before you, bathed in a soft glow - a figure so familiar you’d recognize it even at a long distance. Captain Unohana stood there, concern etched on her face, her presence a balm to your shattered soul. But to you, it felt like a cruel hallucination, a vision conjured by your broken heart.

Your lips curled into a rueful smile as you whispered to yourself, tears streaming down your face, "Even in the face of death, my mind clings to you, Captain Unohana. Life is indeed cruel."

Your body weakened, and you felt yourself falling, darkness closing in around you. You thought you heard Unohana's voice, filled with love and worry before everything faded into unconsciousness.

•

As you slowly opened your eyes, the sterile white walls and ceiling greeted your vision, you recognized this as one of the rooms of the medical center of Squad 4. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, your heart skipped a beat when you noticed Captain Unohana seated by your bedside, her gentle gaze fixed upon you. Memories of your confession and the aftermaths flooded back, causing a sinking feeling in your chest. “Captain Unohana?” Your body flooded in pain which prompted you to realize parts of your body including your head are wrapped in bandages.

"Careful, Y/N. You were injured after fighting many hollows on your own. Considering your strength, I would ask what happened but I fear I may have played a part in the cause of your injuries.” Unohana's voice carried a soothing warmth despite the visible guilt. The concern in Unohana's eyes was genuine, easing some of your troubles.

“No, Captain. It was not your fault. I am the cause of my own downfall. But I am fine, do not worry.” You rambled as you try to sit up from your bed, a pang of pain shot through your body, causing you to grit your teeth. You tried to hide your discomfort, not wanting to burden Unohana with your struggles.

Unohana, however, was quick to notice and urged you to rest. "Please, Y/N, take the time to heal. I just attended to your injuries. It's my duty as a captain of squad 4 and your friend."

You insisted, "I appreciate your concern, Captain Unohana, but I'll be fine. Thank you for your help although you shouldn’t have to. I’m sure you have more important matters to attend to than someone weak like me."

Unknowingly, you berated yourself, your self-deprecating words slipping from your lips. Unohana's usually serene expression hardened, and a flicker of anger crossed her eyes—a rare sight indeed.

"Y/N!” Cutting off your ramblings, your eyes widening not expecting such a firm tone from a soft-spoken captain. “Never speak of yourself in such a manner. You are a remarkable shinigami, strong and compassionate. Your worth is not determined by how you perceive yourself. You deserve respect, especially from yourself."

You are taken aback by Unohana's stern words, realizing the depth of the captain's care and concern. Unohana's soft apology followed, her voice tinged with vulnerability as she confessed her own struggles. "In my two thousand years of existence, I never expected to feel this way. When I saw you hurt, the worry in my heart went beyond mere friendship. It made me realize the true nature of my feelings for you. I needed time to process and reflect, to ensure that my actions wouldn't cause you harm. Now I see that I was wrong.

You felt over the moon after hearing those beautiful words of her requiting your feelings. You want to jump and scream that you are the most lucky person despite a part of your mind whispering doubts. You shove that doubt into a corner because whether this is a dream or not, you would still accept this. Additionally, you feel that easing her worries is more important.

Unohana continues to explain hoping for you to forgive her, but before she could continue, you gently placed a hand on her hand, interrupting her words. Feeling the softness of her hand, you shyly smile, despite the tears that shimmered in your tender eyes, radiating with profound love.

"Captain Unohana...I understand. I understand the confusion and the need to think things through. But know that my feelings for you are unwavering. I care for you deeply, and I will always be here for you." You rub your thumb on top of her hand as you directly gaze into her eyes hoping that she believes you. “I should be the one apologizing for creating such fuss and directly jumping to conclusions before listening to you.”

Unohana's breath hitched, overwhelmed by the intensity of your love. It was a moment that seemed to transcend time and space, a silent promise sealed with a touch. “Now you shouldn’t be apologizing because it was my fault for not answering you,” she replies, firmly.

Figuring you both will be back and forth arguing with this, you suggested, “Can we just leave it at that and call it even?” Unohana eventually sigh and nodded, agreeing with you. Realizing how somewhat ridiculous your situation was, you both shared a chuckle and sigh in relief.

You took a deep breath slowly to avoid hurting your healing ribs. "As for what happens between us now, Captain...we will take it slow. We will follow your pace, and we will navigate this path together, hand in hand."

Unohana's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she gently took hold of your hand, her grip firm yet tender. "Thank you. Y/N. Your understanding and reassurance mean the world to me. I'm grateful to have you in my life."

In that shared moment of vulnerability and affection, your gaze fell on her lips, feeling the urge to feel it with yours. The captain of Squad 4 also had the same idea. She moved closer to you, and whispered, breath kissing your own. “May I?”

“Yes.”

Not a moment was wasted, you shared a beautiful moment of intimacy. Passionately pouring all your love into the kiss as if to tell Unohana you will never leave her, no matter what. That you will follow even at the depths of hell.

Breaking the kiss to take a moment of breath, you opened your eyes to witness her softest look filled with love, eyes glistening with happy tears. Oblivious to you, you are also showing the same look. Wanting to be close as possible to her, you leaned your forehead to hers while gazing at your intertwined hands, admiring how both of your hands fit together.

Words are not uttered but the message was clear as crystal. You both are in love with each other and you feel euphoric with the intense tender feeling coming from her and yours as well.

“Y/N!!! I was so worried!”

You jumped at the sound of your close friend, breaking away from Unohana, interrupting the intimate shared moment between you. Rangiku paused, immediately sensing what just transpired. Seeing you blushing extremely, and holding hands - despite Unohana remaining calm and unbothered, your reaction gave her the idea that you two made up.

You were hoping she wouldn’t tease you because you don’t know yet if Unohana is okay with another person knowing. Even if you’re okay with that as you are the one who also suggested to take it slow. Pftt, slow my ass, you two just shared a kiss, your inner thoughts chimed in making you blush more if that’s even possible.

“Oh my, I see…” Rangiku smirked.

“Rangiku… stop.” You try to be serious but looking at your face, Rangiku just laughs.

Unohana just smiles at you both tenderly as you try your best to stop your close friend’s expected teasing. “Well, worth it after you just made me worry about you running off like that and getting yourself injured.”

You groan, “I’m sorry-”

Rangiku waved her hand, “I was just kidding, it’s fine. The important thing is that you are okay.”

You two shared a smile before her gaze turned to the woman beside you who was still grasping your hand. Rangiku teases, “Well, Captain Unohana, I’m giving you a heads up that I will now be teasing you as well. I can’t pass up an opportunity to tease another captain.”

“Rangiku!” You scolded.

But Unohana only give the Lieutenant the infamous smile - one that most soul reaper in Seireitei leave them trembling in fear, “We’ll see about that, Lieutenant.”

Rangiku stiffens, “Never mind then.” She then whispers under her breath, “You’re still scary.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh which prompted you to grimace as you aggravated your injuries. Unohana and Rangiku reprimanded you to take it easy. However, you think it was worth it because you are surrounded by the two important people in your life.

You don’t know what the future holds but you know in your heart you will always love Captain Unohana.

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Bellflowers

Bellflower aka Campanula The name campanula came from the Latin word ‘Campanula’ to mean ‘bell’. The more common name of the flower is a 'Bellflower'.

A symbol of affection, constancy and everlasting love.

AO3

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5.9k words

a/n hi ! ty so much for clicking on my story !! i do hope you enjoy ! much love <33

also i know canonically unohana's eyes are blue but this is my story n brown eyes r so much better. to my brown eyed ppl i love you mwah

WARNINGS - 18+ please - spoilers for TYBW if you have not read past ep. 9 - swearing - explicit depictions of sex

Walking through the corridors of the squad 4 barricades without a plan in mind, you felt the urge to suddenly stop and take a break, your ears straining only to have caught a faint sobbing coming from somewhere. Even though it was none of your business you decided to find out who it was. However, walking further down the corridor seemed to help significantly as you heard whoever it was getting louder and louder, stopping at the head office of the Squad 4 Captain, Unohana, Retsu, something in your mind screaming at you to not go in and allow yourself to be naïve for a little bit longer but of course your stubbornness would have never let you.

Opening the door, you felt the air shift only to choke you in surprise like someone was secretly following you and in order to make their presence known to you they wrapped their fiery hot hands tightly around your throat leaving you unable to think. The first thing you saw when your eyes become focused was a Bellflower in its vase however, the once vibrant purple flower was voided of any colour, evocative of its original colour instead all that was left was a shrivelled brown husk of a flower. Eventually you realised who was crying and realised why they were crying within those few milliseconds it took to open the door and glance around. There was no time for you to cry ,there was no time for you to do anything but to just stand there, no matter the urge you felt to run after her, kill him for her so she did not have to die but deep down you knew it would be fruitless, you knew it was too late, you knew your love of your life was never ever going to come back. All those dreams you had together just shattered into so many pieces that it would be impossible to put all the small shards back together again. You felt as though you could throw up, the acid slowly crawling up your oesophagus making your throat feel as though sodium hydroxide was slowly eating away at you. And finally, Isane turned to you.

‘Oh, Inase is everything okay’ trying your best to keep your voice neutral and even, even though you had known her forever you still could not express your true emotions to her.

‘Oh my god oh my oh’ she was not making sense at all. The grief making her uncomprehensive and if someone had walked in at this moment, they would’ve thought it was Isane that was married with Retsu not you not that anyone really knew except a few.

Thinking about your wedding day just made you crumble, you just could not mask your emotions anymore.

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Jūshirō walked you down the small aisle in front of Lisa and Shunsui while clutching a bouquet of purple Bellflowers - your favourite flowers particularly because of the colour - to meet Retsu who was standing already there because she didn’t want to be walked down the aisle. Too nervous to even look at her you kept your eyes on Isane who was at front ready to marry you together, however you forgot that there were steps causing you to trip and fall right at Retsu’s feet.

Amongst your panic, you her Shunsui loudly and proudly may you add say ‘ I guess you really fell for her huh’ earning him a punch from Lisa his lieutenant.

You could not be too mad at him because he did manage to create a simple Kidō that allowed white rose petals to fall from the sky all around them and because of the sunset it made them glow with all different shades of red, orange and purple. You had never seen a scene like this ever and to know this is how your wedding will be remembered made you so proud that you asked Retsu if she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you.

A ‘tsk’ dragged you from your thoughts, only to look up and see the biggest smile you had ever seen on her face. This made you want to hug her legs and cry because it was only now that you were realising how real all of this was. She was just wearing her normal captain robe - more of a fuck you to the elders – but she still looked as beautiful as ever. Her hair that was normally plaited at the front was completely straight and shieling her from the setting sun, yet the light that got pass her hair rested on her eyes, those eyes you fell in love with, almost making them glow and shine like honey or perfectly tempered dark chocolate. Her beautiful scar glowed like amber making you remember all the nights you showered it with butterfly kisses.

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That scar that led you to this moment.

You dropped to your knees, all different emotions hit you at once, but you were so overwhelmed, so overstimulated you could not tell one emotion from another.

The one who made you feel accepted, loved, normal, strong and happy left you without as much as a goodbye. But you knew that was not her style and there was a definite chance she left you a ‘see you again’ somewhere if you looked hard enough. You knew it was hidden just good enough that prior to this interaction you wouldn’t know what it was, even though anger and hurt surged throughout you, you knew that there was not really anyone else better you would have wanted to find this news from. Maybe Shunsui but she knew he’d fight her about leaving you without saying anything, even after over thousand years you knew his love for you never faded. Little did you know who helped orchestrate this event.

Your cries and screams were silent, but it was not unheard. There was shuffling of two feet in Retsu’s office and when you felt two arms and a body press against you it confirmed who it was. Isane just held you there as your whole world fall apart, as the pain you felt was almost indescribable.  You felt as though you had woken up mid surgery choking on your blood only to discover that your lungs were removed so you could not breathe and your heart in a dish beside your head so all you felt was emptiness, numbness just a void in a Shinigami’s skin suit.

Your nose was so blocked from your sobbing that when you hiccupped you could not breathe through your nose. This resulted in you thinking you couldn’t breathe at all, your panic manifested into your breathing which became extremely more capricious, your ears felt like it was collapsing into your skull, the pressure in your head felt like your head was going to combust painting the walls with your brain matter. You just couldn’t, what was it that you couldn’t? You didn’t know, all you knew was that you couldn’t, that word just circling and circling around in your mind like a hamster on a wheel. Hearing a deep husky but low call of your name allowed you to focus your attention on their voice, your hearing slowly become clearer and your breathing slowly becoming increasingly steady.

‘Isane as much as I like seeing you all flustered and red, in these circumstances it makes me rather upset. Wipe those tears and go to your room to freshen up a bit, okay?’ In response Isane pulls away from you, leaving the feeling of emptiness in the places where she was pressed up against you to match the emptiness of your insides.

Once you heard Isane’s footsteps disappear and the large wooden door shut, you turn to Shunsui. Always handsome no matter the circumstances with his long wavy hair pulled back leaving one strand dangling in his face, his eye patch on his right eye fully secured with elastic on each corned ensuring it does not go flying off in a fight while enhancing his high cheekbones. His beard trimmed, the beard you once enjoyed so much scratching your inner thigh, his pink, flowered kimono that he almost never took off however, his sakkat seemed to be missing. But something seemed off at the way he looked at you, hints of pity along with an I told you so look that you would have missed if you hadn’t known him for as long as you did.

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His thrusts hitting your g-spot, you could not remember a time when he had never hit your g-spot let alone make you squirt on his cock. The smell of sex was so overwhelming, so intoxicating that it drove you both wild with lust.

 Shunsui’s tells of his inebriate lusted state were always how his nails dug into your hips so hard leaving you with bruises, your back covered in bites, his fast and deep thrusts into your cunt leaving you bruised for days on end.

Your tells were asking for it harder and faster, clamping your walls around his dick to earn a deep husky growl in your ear and an in depth explanation of how much of a good whore you are, asking to go on top so he could fondle with your ass with an occasional thumb swipe over your asshole.

What made this experience different was that he made you roll onto your back and presume a missionary position which had never happened during your benefit part of friends and benefits agreement as it was either doggystyle or reverse cowgirl. Not that you cared, the mating press which he proceeded to put you in did wonders, hitting deeper into your wet cunt that you did not know was possible. But Shunsui did this for a reason and that was so you would look at him when he spoke, so he could get it through your thick skull because the only time you ever listened to him was when he was balls deep in that wet tight pussy of yours.

His grey over casted eyes pierced your like never before ‘I see the way you look at her’.

Frustration etched itself into your voice  ‘who ? Can you not do this not when I’m about to fucking cum it’s a turn off’.

‘okay how about I stop’ He stops but it doesn’t stop you from thrusting up to meet his hips.

He calls your name ‘do not play dumb, I’m trying to help you but since you only listen to me when I’m fucking you, I have no choice but to do this now’.

You sigh ‘man, keep fucking, then I will be more incline to answer your question’.

His thumb finds your clit, slowly rubbing circles over it while his hips slowly pick up the pace but is not going as fast as before to ensure you are not fucked too silly that you won’t answer him.

‘Is this about Unohana Retsu ?’.

He hummed in response.

‘Are you jealous it is not like we are even together I can look at her all I want’ you tone getting harsher by the minute meanwhile Shunsui ‘s heart is shattering by the minute.

It was not that he was jealous he was worried ‘I know we are not together, but we are friends and I care about you and I would feel better knowing that you do not pursue her, she has unresolved stuff that might come back and bite her’.

The audacity of this man. ‘I know about everything, fuckin hell, who cares it’s not like it will affect me I can survive anything, I’m fucking strong I bet you think I’m too weak to be with someone like Unohana, that is it isn’t ? You think you are better because you are a man you can ‘handle’ her ?’ you questioned but did not give Shunsui time to respond before you kept going.

‘I wish you’d just shut up and fuck me I don’t give a shit about what will make you feel better okay ? I can do what I want and right now I want her.’ You were all red and your chest was heaving like you had just ran a lap of the Seireitei.

Nothing was said in response by Shunsui except that he pulled back from you, your legs dropping from his shoulder. Disappointment flooded your system but it was not long before you were flipped onto your tummy and filled again.

The thrusts were erratic; fast then slow then deep then shallow he’d pull all the way out and thrust in then he’d pull halfway out and slam back in.

His right hand went to squeeze the sides of your neck slowing the blood from reaching your brain. From time to time you’d be on the verge of blacking out before he would move his hand to your hair to give it a hard tug.

Meanwhile his left hand went to your underside to help hold you up, so you did not strain your back. His left hand pressed against the lower part of your tummy, every so often giving a gently squeeze on your pooch.

The louder your moans got and the more irregular your breathes got the faster he went knowing that you were close causing him to press his hand further into your lower tummy as to search for his hammering in and out of your warm wet walls.

Finally, your ever so often fluttering cunt became a tight fist on Shunsui ‘s dick with your juices dripping all the way down to his balls and down your thighs. This did not stop Shunsui as he did not stop thrusting into your tight contracting cunt.

At the constant whispering of dirty words into your ear, you mewled in response letting Shinshu know the affect he was having on you as his lewd descriptions would send sent electric like shocks straight down to your clit.

Shunsui could read you like a book, so he took his right hand from your hair and placed his hand on top of your pussy and used his ring and index finger to spread your lips while he used his middle finger to rub your clit in circles.

Finally, you both became undone, Shunsui was shooting rope after rope of cum into your pretty cunt. You both stayed in your positions for a while to recover your strengths. Without a word Shunsui pulled out with a large ‘POP’, you felt his cum dripping down your thigh emulsifying with yours. Then with a rough rag he began wiping your pussy, thighs then ass clean before you heard what you assumed to be Shunsui putting his clothes on and leaving.  

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 Shunsui slowly approached you like how a human approaches a stray cat.

And all of a sudden you saw red ‘You fucking knew, didn’t you. Shunsui do not lie to me !’.

You watched him even more carefully but since that slip of emotions when you first saw him, his face showed nothing. Absolutely nothing. All he did was nod, like he just came here to rub it in your face that he was right all along.

If you could reach his shoulders without looking silly you would have grabbed him by them and thrown him against the fucking concrete wall.

‘How could you have done this to me ? Why did you not tell me ? We could have stopped this from happening. Remember us back in the day we made such a good team, I bet it is not too late we can stop them’. However you pleas went unanswered by the man you called a friend.

‘It is not my duty to tell you what is happening with any of the Squad Captains or Lieutenants, you are my subordinate I do not owe you anything. What is happening with the first Kenpachi and eleventh is happen for the sake of this war.’ His voice revealed nothing about what he was feeling, he sounded like a robot repeating what he was trained to say and this made you spiral, how could he not give a shit about a fellow Captain being killed for the sake of this stupid war ?

‘Why does she have to be sacrificed why ? There is another way, I’m sure. I do not care who is sacrificed for the betterment of this war as long as it isn’t her. It is stupid, this war is stupid. It is all you guys fault, you fucking Shinigami, for fucking constantly wiping out the Quincies. If we worked hard enough put in effort and treated them with respect, we could have figured a way out instead of constantly resorting to wiping out a whole race of people.’

‘You fucking Shinigami’ he repeated back to you without any anger or hatred, just like he was talking about the past weeks weather ‘you are one too, do not forget, you are a part of the problem too’.

And that was all he said before he left you all alone with your thoughts which travelled back to her, to Unohana Retsu. Everything from your first night with her to the last night with her.

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‘So Unohana, Retsu or Yachiru ?’ a glint of mischief was seen in your eyes as you asked her while in HER office on HER chair with your feet on HER desk.

‘I see you must have gotten your manners from Kyōraku’ she replied in the sweetest voice you have ever heard along with a soft smile. Now while some people may have been fooled, fear struck you like lightning but what is life without a bit of fun, so you decided to keep going.

‘Maybe he got them from me’, you pushed yourself off her desk and up from her chair.

‘I find that unlikely but to answer your questions Retsu is fine for now’.

You walked over to her leaning yourself against the front of her desk ‘how was today? Were you busy healing’.

‘Yes, in fact I was, hunched over my patients while I worked on them, this job is not ideal for my back’ her voice was so inviting like a siren that you almost fell into her.

An ‘oh my’ left your mouth almost mockingly. ‘That must be horrible Retsu, I think we need to get you to unwind. How does a nice back massage work for you.’ You purred.

The right-side corner of her lip slightly pulled up in what appeared to be a ghost of a smirk ‘see my dear I was right when I said you got your manners from Kyōraku not the other way around because he would never offer someone a massage’.

You giggled ‘you would be surprised some of the stuff he has done’.

‘I don’t think so considering the amount of times I have had to hear the ‘stuff he has done’’. Causing you to blush.

Pretending you did not hear that response you proceeded to show her to her office couch. ‘Where do you keep you body oils’ you questioned while turning around to let her unchanged.

Her sweet voice pierced the air ‘in the desk, bottom draw on the left’.

By time you found it and got back to the couch you found Retsu resting her head on a pillow for support while laying tummy down on the couch naked, her hair was laying flatly on her back. She had one towel covering the couch and another one covering her voluminous ass that you just wanted to dive into.

Before you started anything else you lightly combed her long hair with your hands, from top to bottom then using your right index finger you placed it at the top of her head in the middle so when you dragged your nail down it split her hair into two.  Once split you used your left hand to grab the left part of her hair to place it on top of her left shoulder and proceeded to do the same with her right half putting it on top of her right shoulder.

You cleared your throat ‘okay I am going to rub this coconut oil in my hands to warm it up and then we will start at your head and hopefully end at your legs’ if you did not get side tracked.

Then you began working your thumbs up and down from her ears to the base of her neck allowing her to deeply exhale. As you kept going and going her little deep exhales started becoming deep but delicate moans making you never want to stop. Hearing her made its way straight down to your core making you tremble slightly with excitement. Finally, you got to her lower back using your palms to rub up and down then when you decided to change pace and rub her in circles and by her moans were filling up the room.

You leaned down to her ear ‘may I’ while pointing your head to her back signalling that you wanted to get onto the couch.

She tilted her head to face you, while her eyes flickered to your lips for a millisecond however, you caught it because of your intense focus on her gorgeous face. happily, an answer of ‘yes’ came out breathily from Retsu.

You decided that you wanted to test what the atmosphere was like right now between the two of you so, you allowed your eyes to flicker between her lips and her eyes while slowly leaning in. As fate would have it, she started to mirror you, slowly but surely your lips came together in mid-air, and you had to resist the urge to moan out of anticipation. You could taste the remnants of the hospital on her lips but as you kept kissing it slowly faded to a sweeter and earthlier after taste, reminiscent of the smell of Bellflowers that would fill your room when you would open your window to your garden. Retsu’s right hand went to softly cup the back of you head and in hopes that it meant she wanted more, you decided to test the waters. You gently pushed you tongue to the edge of your lips and pulled back to see her response and to your surprised she repeated your movement so when it went to your turn your tongues both collided, both you and Retsu’s lips were slightly parted to allow your tongues to give each other gentle kitten licks. With one first and final moan you pulled back, saliva connecting you two like the red string of fate. Looking at her now plump deep rose lips all wet made you want to groan with lust, yet, you had things to do.

Stepping back to get onto your feet you advanced to stand next to her lower back, so it made it easier to get onto the couch, with your left leg you lifted it up from the ground and placed it in  the gap between the couch and the left side of her body. Then using your hands, you tightly grip the top of the couch, so you didn’t fall, lifting your right leg you placed it on her right side which left you hovering over her butt. Looking up only now did you realise how large the couch is, estimating that it would easily be the size of a double bed.

Lowering yourself down to were your face meets her ear, you give it a little kiss, lick and nibble near her lobe. Each kiss kept getting lower and lower, from ear to under her ears to the base of her neck where it meets her shoulder. From there you decided to focus your attention on her spine, the first kiss was light at the top of her spine, the coconut oil lightly coating your lips. Thankfully, you were a thorough lover of all things coconut other wise you would not be having as much fun as you were having right now. After that first kiss, goosebumps scattered all over her back, as you kept getting lower and lower the goosebumps never disappeared,  finally, you reached her lower back first paying your respects to her by kissing her two little back dimples before you left one final kiss atop of her ass which strangled a sweet moan from her plump lips.

Using your hand to push yourself up, you go again, back to her ear to ask ‘would you like me to play with that pussy of yours’, your hands encouraging her as you use them to rub all over her body.

Her response was a ‘please’ that was more of an order then begging which ended up dampening your underwear even more.

So, you moved to the left end of the couch so you didn’t sit on her legs and could remove the towel covering her ass without a problem. You tapped her ass so she could lift it up and spread her legs a bit so you could get  aback entrance.  Watching her do this just made you high on her and it could have been a trick of the light, but you swear you saw a little bit of recoil. Lining up behind her you place your thumb at her cunt opening and dragged all the juices that gathered up there, all the way to her clit where you gave the stiff bean a flick and gentle rub before you massage the rest of her juices into her inner labia. You made sure to go slow otherwise your thumb would slip due to the sheer amount of pussy juices Retsu accumulated. You lowered your face to her pussy to take in her smell and to give her a nice big lick, starting from her clit all the way to her pussy opening causing Retsu to moan and push up against your face. Her labia felt like delicacy, fuck caviar, fuck lobster, fuck gold flaked dishes, you would spend all your money on this pussy right in front of you. Her inner labia was so silky on your tongue, her juices dripping into your mouth like honey. Giving kisses to her outer labia was like kissing pillows, you were in bliss, you could cum right now and Retsu could tell due to your constant moans vibrating throughout her cunt. You decided to change your tactics, you pulled back only to get a whine out of Retsu.

You kissed and left a little nibble on her shoulder to let her know you were not done. You then tapped her legs so she could spread them further apart so you could slot your head between them so she could ride you.

‘Baby, I want you to use my face, fuck my face, Retsu’ the use of her name almost made her come over your pretty face.

Before you forgot you ensured her that ‘it is okay, put all your body weight on me I can handle it, I promise’ then with one final kiss to her clit you let her take the reins.  

Once she lowered herself on you all you did was place your hand on her ass to give to the occasional squeeze and stick your tongue out. You could tell that even with your minimal effort Retsu was having the time of her life fucking your face due to her sweet angelic moans filling the room resulting in your pussy repeatedly clenching around nothing. You tried your best to keep her cunt full with your tongue, constantly but softly prodding and poking her hole because you did not want to miss out on her pussy from embracing your tongue still, so she could deliver her cum straight into your mouth. While she used the bridge of your nose to provide friction on her clit. With her increase of pace when fucking your face, you knew she would cum soon, as her moans got louder anticipation increased. You pressed her hips harder into your face which earned a loud cry from Retsu, liquid flowed all over your face and tongue while her cunt was milking your tongue like it was a cock.

She rolled off of you and to your amazement she looked like she was not just fucked silly and you just hoped it was because she had good stamina as she was a Kenpachi not because she was not thoroughly fucked well enough.

As though she read your mind, she moved so she could hover over your face to give you a soft peck, tasting herself ‘that was outstanding my love, but I think it is my turn isn’t it?’.

All you could get out was a ‘please’ which unlike Retsu your voice was more begging.

Retsu responded by giving as soft kiss on your head ‘take your clothes off, go lay on your back and put your head on the pillow’.

Definitely not wanting to be a brat right now you did as she said. Slightly nervous you lay down naked in front of her in which she proceeded to straddle you, her pussy and your pussy almost touching. This time when she leans in to kiss it is not slow but fast as you both are high off the lust being produced by both bodies. It’s wet, it is sloppy, uncoordinated - noses constantly bumping into each other -  but nonetheless hot the way her body was pressed up against you like she was carving herself into you and how her nipples and yours would continuously rub together causing both of you to moan into each other’s mouths. The butterflies in your stomach flapping so hard they started sending vibrations down to your clit causing you to thrust up into Retsu’s cunt, thinking it’s a good idea you try grinding up against her. However, disappointment filled you when she pulls back and places a hand on your face.

‘Darling not here, it would be too uncomfortable to do in on some small and unappealing couch’. You blushed in response that she insinuated she wanted to continue this.

Yet, the kiss did not continue as Retsu had other plans, her lips travelled down your neck leaving love bites behind until she meet your breasts, her warm wet mouth covering your nipple. Causing you to moan and run your fingers through her hair. Using her spare hand she slipped it between your legs, doing the same thing as you – placing a finger in this case her index at your cunt opening to spread you juices to lube you up – and in response you thrusted your hips up to meet, which did not slip pass Retsu as she used her hand that was occupied by your breast to slam your hips down into the couch as a warning not to do it again. Earning a soft whine from you.

‘don’t’ was all she said but was enough to let you know you’d probably be punished if you kept going and right now you wanted to cum all over her pretty face  so there was no room to disobey the first Kenpachi.

Latching off your nipples she decided it was time to taste you, she moved down between your legs, her hair framing the soft feature of her face, however, you noticed a deep red scar on her chest, but you were not able to memorise its appearance before Retsu dived into you almost causing you to scream in shock. And you could tell a knot was starting to form at the pit of your tummy. You looked down to see Retsu’s right arm was resting on your inner thigh, her thumb and index opening your pussy up to her so she could clearly see your clit. Her delicate tongue ran over and over your clit, sometimes stopping to gently suckle on your stiff clit, encouraging moan after moan from you, encouraging you to run your hand through her hair, encouraging you to crush her head with your thighs.

Slowly slipping her middle finger into your cunt where she waited to let you loosen up, then she added her ring finger then her index. You were in bliss, your mind all fuzzy from the overstimulation of being stuffed with three of Retsu’s fingers, may they be slim but still do the job of reaching your g-spot. You tried to keep your breathing steady, but the absolute pleasure Retsu was giving to you was difficult. You felt as though you were melting into the couch, your whole body felt like liquid, and you were getting closer and closer. Finally, Retsu added her pinkie and you could not remember ever being this full that someone was almost fisting you, but the thought of your cunt being stretched so much and hearing your wetness sent electric jolts up into your clit and nipples. Your hands moved from her hair to instead play with your nipples, softly pulling and twisting them to add even more stimulation.

You never experienced a tongue so talented; the swift and fluid movements were mind shattering. You thought by the end of this you would not remember anything, not even your name except that you were just fucked to oblivion by a gorgeous woman, which honestly did not seem too bad. Her tongue was lapping you up like a thirsty dog and you began to start seeing black spots across your vision while you felt a tear slide down your face as you clamped hard around her head as you moaned so loud everyone in Squad 4 heard you. Finally, you came so hard around her four fingers  and tongue that your brain shut off and all you could see was stars. Your cunt juices were sent flying across her face, while your pussy became so tight that it held Retsu in place as she could not take them out. And just like her, you could not move at all, all you could do was breathe.

Retsu finally managed to get herself unstuck just in time to hear a knock, causing you both to jolt in shock.

‘I will be there in a second I just have to tend to this meeting quickly’ Retsu’s voice showing no sign of the actual activities that occurred.

Once changed, you stood behind her so she could shield you from whoever was at the door when she decided that they both looked appropriate enough to let the person in.

The door opened with Retsu staring in front of you with a soft apologetic smile on her face ‘I’m so sorry for the wait, this meeting took longer than originally anticipated’.

Unfortunately,  no one could hide the smell of sex from Shunsui hence he only smirked as you bowed to both of them as you ran out.

When you got home you noticed some flowers and a note sitting on your bedside table. You ran to go read the note.

I heard these were your favourite flowers

- Unohana, Retsu or Yachiru x

Only to look up to see

‘Bellflowers’.

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a/n

me and my editor 'read out loud Microsoft Catherine' hope you have enjoyed this story as much as i have had creating it.

thank you so much for reading and feed back is always welcomed even though i might cry abt it

have an awesome saucesome day/night

（づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～

#retsu unohana #retsu unohana x reader #shunsui kyoraku #shunsui kyoraku x reader #bleach tybw #bleach #gender neutral pronouns #bleach fanfiction #bleach x reader #angst #angst with a sad ending #canonical character death #smut

[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 💜

#kyoraku shunsui x reader #shunsui x reader #shunsui smut #shunsui kyoraku #bleach smut #bleach x reader #kyoraku smut #retsu unohana #unohana x reader #unohana smut #zaraki kenpachi x reader #zaraki kenpachi #kenpachi smut #kenpachi x reader #kenpachi zaraki

[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"

#bleach #bleach x you #bleach x reader #sosuke aizen #aizen sosuke x reader #shunsui kyoraku #ichigo kurosaki #retsu unohana #quilge opie #yhwach

[brittscafe]

Can I have an headcanon about the captains having a S/O who has a great skill of analysis and because of that they're easily bored of people or situations?

Sorry it's weird

of course!! This was sooo fun to write lol <3

Jushiro: He's super sweet, patient, and understanding about it. He feels like you get bored of him quickly since he's sick most of the time and confined to his family estate. You spend the whole day with him when he's sick, but he can't help feeling like a burden.

You have to assure him that even if you get bored of sitting around, you'll never get bored of him or taking care of him. It brings a smile to Jushiro's face knowing you'll never get bored of him.

Shunsui: If you're stuck in meetings, Shunsui can tell when you start to get bored. He'll glance over and see that your eyes have wandered off. He'll reach his hand over and grab onto yours that hidden underneath your sleeve, squeezing your hand. He'll shoot you a glance that says, it'll be over soon.

He'll rub his thumb over your hand and squeeze it every once in awhile, trying to keep your attention on the meeting.

Shinji: He'll tease you about it and make fun of you for it. Once you've looked around the room and analyzed what is going on, you decide to zone out. Shinji's eyes on you, watching as your body slumps over and he'll start chuckling to himself.

"Getting bored there, y/n?" he'll tease you, pinching your upper arm and earning a hiss back from you. Shinji usually teases you and won't leave you alone, so you don't get super bored.

Mayuri: Mhmmm, this is one is interesting. You both can get super bored and annoyed at things if you're not interested in it. Best believe if you start getting bored when Mayuri shows you his experiments, he gets so mad.

He'll scoff and roll his eyes, saying you don't even care about him or his experiments. Sometimes he'll grab you and sit you onto his lap, making sure you're paying attention to what he's saying.

Byakuya: He's usually stuck in meetings that are pretty boring and sometimes you'll have to come along. He knows that you can hold yourself together and at least pay attention, but sometimes you're off in another world.

Byakuya's a noble, so he's very polite about it. He'll quietly clear his throat or nudge your shoulder. He doesn't get mad or annoyed about it since he's in the same boat, being just as bored as you are, expect he never shows it.

Kenpachi: I feel like y'all have a mutual thing of getting bored of other people/ situations really fast. The two of you find mind games to play with each other or you'll have a staring contest in the middle of a meeting.

The two of you find ways to entertain each other with silly little games.

Unohana: She's super patient and understanding, knowing that you just lose interest in things fast. Normally, she won't say anything and she'll just fold her arms over each other, minding her business. If it's something important, she'll usually pull you to the side before and let you know that you have to try and pay attention.

If it's a private matter, she'll cup your face and tilt it up, making you focus on her.

Toshiro: I could see him getting slightly annoyed at this, but he knows you can't control it. After all, Toshiro has quite a short temper, so he has to learn how to be patient with a lot of things.

He teaches you his ways on how to not be bored and gives you tips and tricks. If you're getting bored in meetings or doing work, he'll send Rangiku to entertain you.

Kensei: He's super chill about it and always keeps his cool when you start to get bored. If you're in place where he's allowed to be affectionate with you, he'll wrap an arm around your waist or shoulder, pulling you closer.

He'll lean in closer and whisper in your ear, sometimes dirty things to keep your mind from getting bored lol.

Soi-Fon: She definitely tries to help you out with it. I could see her getting kind of annoyed at it when it happens during something important to her. She communicates with you on how it makes her feel and try to be more sympathetic towards her feelings.

If you're both bored, Soi-Fon will suggest sneaking out of the meeting or whatever you're stuck in.

Sajin: He's patient and has a good grasp on how to make you less bored. Usually, he'll crack jokes and make you laugh. He loves making you laugh when you're stuck in boring situations. Sometimes, he'll even tickle you if he can.

Rojuro: He's soooo sweet and kind of shy about it. When he notices you fiddling with your hands and not paying attention, he steps closer to you. You immediately notice that he's stepped closer and that usually means you have to pay attention.

Whenever you're out doing stuff together, if you start to get bored, Rojuro will ask if you want to do anything else. He won't ever let you get bored for too long.

#bleach #jushiro ukitake #shunsui kyoraku #shinji hirako #bleachanime #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach anime #bleach x reader #bleach x female reader #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #mayuri kurotsuchi #sajin komamura #rojuro otoribashi #soi fon #retsu unohana #unohana #unohana retsu #bleach unohana #captain unohana #kenpachi unohana #kenpachi zaraki #byakuya kuchiki #toshiro hitsugaya #bleach tybw

[thefarminggoblin]

Cuddling with the Gotei 13, with visuals

I’ve been in a super soft mood lately so here are some soft headcanons for the captains and lieutenants of the Gotei 13.

This is a part 1.

In order, the to do list is:

- Lieutenants

- Seated officers

- Vizards

- Arrancar + defectors

- Karakura gang

No warnings. Just good ol’ fashioned fluff 🥰

🔥 Yamamoto

(platonic - are there any simps I should apologise to here?)

“Yes, what is-OH!” He’s surprised as you jump into his arms. He’s not sure if it’s appropriate for him to return the hug. If it’s a spontaneous friendly hug, he’d probably just pull away a little and ruffle your hair fondly or pat your shoulder, “While I appreciate the affection, I am not sure what it was you are seeking. However, you could be spending your time much more productively. Now, go and finish your duties.”

BUT! If you’re visibly upset over something he wouldn’t hesitate to give you a comforting bear hug. “There, there. Whatever is bothering you, you are strong enough to push through it. Until then, you have my ear.”

🥷 Soi Fon

You wake up, unable to move. “Soi-chan?” No response. You try wriggling, but the more you struggle the more you become trapped, “Soi-chan, we need to get up.”

“Mmm… a few more minutes won’t kill anyone.”

“…you sound like Captain Urahara.”

You’ve never seen get out of bed so fast.

💉 Unohana Retsu

Her sweet voice rouses you from sleep, “Good morning, my love.”

“Good morning, honey.”

She kisses your forehead. You move to leave, only to find yourself suddenly caged in underneath her, a twinkle of mischief in her eye.

“Shall we take advantage of these early hours?” Her voice has dropped a few octaves, and you find yourself unwilling to leave her embrace as she begins peppering kisses down your neck.

🌸 Kuchiki Byakuya

You gaze into the beautiful slate grey eyes of your lover. His face is serene, his eyes half lidded and a tiny smile on his lips. You’re both still trying to catch your breath after your previous… activities. The tender expression on his face as he strokes your cheek ever so softly makes your heart ache. You adore him, and he adores you. You mirror his movements, hoping to convey the same emotion, brushing away some of the hair sticking to his damp forehead.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

His eyes widen slightly, gasping so softly you swear you imagined it. “I mean it, ‘Kuya. You’re so beautiful it hurts.”

He takes your hand and kisses the palm, then your wrist. He shifts himself slightly to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering on your brow.

“Beloved, it is you who are the beautiful one.”

You wriggle even closer to him, nestling your head under his chin as he draws you in. You fall asleep to the soft sounds of his soft breathing.

🦊 Komamura Sajin

You treasure mornings like this. Mornings when it’s raining heavily, and the two of you are snuggled together. Gazing into each other’s eyes, stroking each other’s faces, tangled up in each other’s arms.

“Sajin?”

“Yes, dearest?”

“You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do-“

“In both forms.”

His eyes widen in disbelief.

“You don’t have to keep shifting for my sake. I know it takes a toll on you. Your appearance doesn’t change how I feel.”

His eyes tear up, but he can’t bear to expose you to his insecurities getting the better of him, so he buries his head in your chest and draws you to him.

His shoulders start shaking and you feel your heart break, “Oh sweetheart, no, it’s okay.”

“Are you certain you can love me in my other form?” His voice is muffled but you can hear it crack with emotion.

You cup his face and make him look at you, “It’s who you are. I wouldn’t change you for the world.”

He sighs and kisses your eyelids before gently pressing his lips to yours.

You grin, “And besides. You’re super cuddly either way, my love.”

Finally, he smiles, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

🍶 Kyoraku Shunsui

You’re suddenly tackled onto the bed, and Shunsui is merciless as he tickles your sides, “And just wheeeere do you think you’re going, hmm?”

You’re laughing so much you can’t breathe. “Sh-shuun- AHAHAHAA- st-stoooop-“

Brief, bristly kisses are placed up and down the column of your neck, “I will as soon as you tell me where you hid it.”

“N-never!”

“I see.” He says gravely as he stops, sighing, “Tsk, I’ll have to resort to some other tactics then.”

“I-I s-s-suurrende-AHH SHUNSTOPPIT!!” He’s tickling again, this time blowing raspberries into your skin. “I GIVE UUUUP.”

He stops and pulls you onto his chest, pressing kisses against your scalp as he runs his hands up and down your back soothingly. He sighs as he runs his fingers through your hair, wishing the moment could last longer. But he had to leave before his lieutenant scolded him for his tardiness.

“So, a deal’s a deal. Where’d you put my hat, petal?”

❄️ Hitsugaya Toshiro

“‘Toshi?”

You’ve caught him napping on his office couch again. A flash of annoyance runs through you; judging by the dark circles under his eyes, you can guess that he’s been pulling long hours, trying to pick up his lieutenant’s slack again. He’s likely spent the night in his office.

He needs real sleep. You try to gently rouse him, stroking his hair and face gently and calling his name.

“Mmm… whaaaa?” He eventually opens his eyes, blinking rapidly. They’re bloodshot from eye strain. You take his hand and give a little tug.

“Come on, honey. You need to get some sleep in a real bed. It’ll be more comfortable.” You make to pull him up again, but tugs right back, and you fall back onto the couch with a yelp.

Before you can protest, he readjusts the both of you, encompassing you in his arms and pressing a few kisses on your face. It’s surprisingly comfortable. He sighs, nuzzling his face against yours.

“I’ve got all the comfort I require right here.”

🗡 Zaraki Kenpachi

You knew better than to ambush Kenpachi while he was doing his hair, but getting payback for him bumping your arm - on purpose - while you were doing your make up yesterday was far too tempting.

However, now you found yourself in the middle of the most intense pillow fight of your life. You’d managed to get to the bedroom faster than him, getting in 2 decent shots before you were unarmed.

In hindsight: this was a TERRIBLE idea.

“You’ve done it now, kid.” His face lights up with glee as he snatches the 2 offending objects from the floor and lobs them at you, which lands you flat on your back on the bed.

You manage to grab one and throw it back, but he catches it single handedly. He springs onto the bed, straddling you, the pillow raised above his head as he grins maniacally.

“Any last words?”

You did the only thing you could think of: spring up and throw your arms around his waist, putting on your best puppy dog eyes.

“Truce?”

“Truce.” The pillow was thrown to the side, and suddenly you were laying on his chest, his strong arms wrapped around your waist. “I win, though.”

🧪 Kurotsuchi Mayuri

In the blink of an eye, the book you’re reading is ripped from your grasp and thrown across the room. A split second later the air leaves your lungs as your lover’s head lands on your chest, his body crushing yours.

“‘yuri, can’t… breathe…”

“Mmmph.” He grunts, shifting his body so you’re not completely smothered and you take a deep breath. He huffs, burying his face in your chest.

“Bad day?”

“Mmph...”

“Failed experiment?”

“Mmph.”

“Poor dear.”

“Mmph!!”

“Oh. Head rubs. Gotcha.”

“…mmph.”

He’s asleep in minutes, snoring softly. He may conduct countless experiments on himself to improve his stamina, but he’ll never be a robot.

🍵 Ukitake Jushiro

Jushiro places a soft kiss on your lips as you slowly open your eyes, “Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?”

His soft smile is almost blinding, “Mmm, how long have you been awake?”

“Not very long.” He smirks, mischief suddenly gleaming in his eyes, “You had quite the look on your face.”

“…I was dreaming.”

“Oh, was it an interesting dream?”

You smirk back at him, you fingers tap dancing on his chest, “…possibly.”

He chuckles, “I see. Then, shall we make your dream a reality?”

You’re suddenly pinned underneath him, laughing as he peppers your face with kisses. It quickly becomes heated, all deep kisses and roaming hands and-

“You wrecked it, monkey brains!”

“No, YOU wrecked it, booger breath!”

-aaaand there they are. You huff, the moment ruined. Jushiro rolls off you, a frustrated groan leaving him as he pulls the sheets over his head.

“I’m not here.”

You join him. “Neither am I.”

#I’m trying to branch out of JUST writing for Jushiro #but it’s hard and I’m not sure if stuff is ooc #don’t be afraid to give me feedback in the comments! #yamamoto genryusai #soi fon x reader #unohana retsu x reader #hitsugaya toshiro x reader #zaraki kenpachi x reader #kyoraku shunsui x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader #kuchiki byakuya x reader #kurotsuchi mayuri x reader #komamura sajin x reader #bleach x reader #I took liberties with Komamura’s #man needs more love #casually ignoring canon is my toxic trait

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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.

#unohana retsu x reader #matsumoto rangiku x reader #soifon x reader #unohana x reader #suifeng x reader #rangiku x reader #wLw #gxg

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓. | 𝑍. 𝐾𝐸𝑁𝑃𝐴𝐶𝐻𝐼 x Reader

TW: violence, blood, stitches, battle, cursing, explicit sexual content

AO3 LINK!!!

"Rage, love, lust, on fire." - ODETARI, NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER

I was walking back to squad 4 after healing some injuries of the men from the skirmish that happened yesterday. However, some idiots decided to block my path and try- keyword try- to flirt with me. Unfortunately, they weren't good men, they were men who thought I couldn't fight so I proved them wrong. Lurking in the shadows was the Captain of Squad 11, Zaraki Kenpachi, who loved the smell of bloodlust seeping from my aura. He too, wanted a fight, an honourable one.

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Notes:

Kenpachi may be OOC a bit. Since I am a new writer, this was the most explicit smut I have ever written in my life- atp even god can't save me 💀

PS : I feel like Pachi smells like lavender cuz like u know the colour of squad 11 is like a lavender-purple, idk man just a headcanon🤷

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The heat of the summer in the Seireitei was getting to me, and I was sweating my ass off. Tending to the wounds of those two-bit wannabe captain soul reapers had ruined my mood for the day. My captain, Unohana-sama, had stationed me in the barracks of Squad 11 to tend to the injuries of members who participated in the small skirmish that happened yesterday. It was definitely not fun, mostly due to the men ogling my appearance. Unlike most soul reapers, I did not wear a traditional Shihakushō with long sleeves; instead, it was cut short and covered my shoulders. I did wear a haori over it, but due to the summer, I opted not to today. I also had some buttons opened to let my body breathe. Most of the men who were staring me down were quickly shut down by a simple flex of my muscles; my biceps were not playing, and they were begging to be wrapped around someone’s neck to hear the crack.

 Ugh, what was I thinking? If my captain heard my thoughts, she would definitely shut them down, reminding me that I am now a healer and no longer a warrior or even a scientist. I continued walking down the alley and saw a group of men approaching me. I rolled my eyes at their snickers and giggles—they sounded like a group of middle school girls around their crush.

"Hey squad 4 bitch!" One of them yelled out as they got closer.

I was now trapped by four men who were staring me down like I was a piece of meat. I arched my eyebrow and looked at them, beckoning him to continue.

"Women from Squad 4 seem to be very skilled with their hands; wanna prove that to me?" One of them said, his crooked teeth and unruly eyebrows made me want to gag, but out of professionalism, I kept my calm.

"Hey, bro, it would be easy to just bring her with us; it's not like she can fight back; she's just a healer." The other said this while smirking, while keeping his eyes on my breasts.

With a small smirk, I finally spoke up: "What makes you think we of the 4th squad can’t fight?"

"You are healers; you probably can't even punch for shit, hell even-"

I cut him off right there and sent a hard punch to his nose. He went flying back and caused the dirt to cloud around us.

"Can’t punch for shit eh? How's that?" I said, grinning at the pool of blood forming around him. "Maybe that ‘weak’ punch fixed your crooked ass teeth." I said, quoting the ‘weak’ part with my fingers.

"Why you little bitch!" One yelled out, lunging for my neck.

I was too proud to pull out my Zanpakuto, so I blocked him with my bare hands. The other two tried lunging at me while I was occupied with the first, but they failed due to my legs kicking back and twisting around them. I changed my stance to an offensive Melee-style fight. I focused my strength on hand-to-hand combat and lunged at the three. Luckily, the fourth one that I punched was knocked out, lying in a pool of his blood. I laughed at their pathetic excuse of a battle and immediately released some of my spiritual pressure, causing them to buckle and kneel at my mere presence.

I chuckled at their horrified expressions. "You call yourselves Squad 11 warriors? How disgraceful. Now if you wish to die by my hands, I would happily comply; if not, then get your sorry asses up and run while you can."

Not even a second passed, and the three picked up their knocked-out friend and ran for their meagre little lives. I noticed the lurking figure watching the battle in silence a while ago, but I didn't speak to him until now. I knew who it was—the captain of the 11th.

"How long are you going to stand there and gawk, Captain?" I said, smirking at his shadow. "How come you didn't stop your men from attacking a woman like me?"

"I was about to step in, but after that punch, I knew you got it. Who are you, woman? And why aren’t you in my squad if you are so strong?" He said this, stepping out from the shadows and standing in front of me.

"(Surname) (Name), Captain Unohana Retsu’s first line of defence, scientist, and ex-soldier." I said, holding my head high to meet his dark eyes that seemed to pool with desire—a desire for battle. I know that look because, back in the day, I had those same eyes.

"First line of defence? Ah, you must be that girl who was that weirdo’s researcher in squad 12." Captain Zaraki said, grinning.

"By weirdo, I'm assuming, Mayuri-sama. Yes, I was head of microbiology research." I answered.

"So a scientist, healer, and warrior, or ex-warrior? Why refer to yourself as that?"

"Captain Unohana said to leave my warrior mindset behind because I’m now a healer. The only time I can truly show myself is when the 4th Squad barracks are attacked. Since I'm the first line of defence, my job is to destroy the intruders and protect the people. Or, in certain instances like this, where I am surrounded by rapey-looking men," I answered, scowling at the thought of the peasants who dared to speak to me earlier.

Captain Zaraki hummed at my answer, acknowledging the logic behind it: "You have a cocky look to you, darling. Yet, you still hold respect to refer to people with proper dignity."

"I'm not a beast, sir." I give my respect to those who have earned it. And you have earned it with your battle prowess."

"Test that respect." He declared.

"Excuse me?" I was honestly puzzled by his statement.

"Fight me and test me to see if I deserve your respect. If I lose, you can call me as you like."

"I think it's highly inappropriate to fight a captain, and I'm not supposed to." I responded quickly, trying to persuade him.

"Fight me; it's an order, woman." He said it with a small growl.

"I know this isn't about respect; you want to fight me because you're bored."

He chuckled and said, "I live for battle, sweetheart, and I enjoy a good fight more than anything. And you are bringing some fun into this summer."

"Please, captain, this is highly unprofessional. I can’t-"

Before I could finish, she had already pulled his Zanpakuto out and swung it at me. Without missing a beat, I immediately ducked and went behind his large frame.

"Please sir! I can't break my rule. Unohana-sama will-"

"I’m attacking you, aren't I? You are not breaking any rules; you are defending yourself. Bring your sword out and fight me, woman!" He cut my pleading off and turned to swing at me again.

I pulled my Zanpakuto, Homura, out of its sheath and blocked his swing, grimacing at his brute strength.

He laughed maniacally: "There it is, darling, that look in your eyes! That bloodlust!  Come on!"

"Tch, you are killing me here, Captain Zaraki!" I pushed him back with my sword and grinned at his shocked expression at my strength.

"Oh yes, I'm going to have so much fun with you!" He lunged back, grinning.

I manoeuvred my way around him, blocked his futile attempts, and cut some of his back and chest in the process. He was coming at me nonstop, and I was getting tired and sweating even more because of his great strength. So I decided to put an end to this fight. I pulled away and placed my sword horizontally in front of my face.

I let out a breath. "Kokoro O Moyase, Bankai: Homura Suryastra!"

Searing flames surrounded the blade and the area surrounding the attacker. Colours of red, orange, yellow, and blue burst from my aura. I immediately lunged at Captain Zaraki while he was busy looking at the beautiful flames. His guard was down, and I kicked the back of his knees very hard, punched his gut, and caused him to kneel. I asked Homura to relax the flames while I pointed the sword at his neck.

"Had enough Zaraki-taichou?" I teased, smirking at his kneeling form.

He looked up at me with blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth and said, "For now, yes, for life? Never. Oh, how I wish you were in my squad; I would never let you go."

My cheeks reddened either from the heat of my Bankai or from the words of the man panting and smiling at me.

"A deal is a deal. Speak my name without the honorifics; you deserve it." He praised her, standing up.

"But I can’t possibly—" I tried exclaiming before he cut me off with a sharp look.

"Okay, Kenpachi." I spoke his name softly, liking the way it felt on my tongue. "Please allow me to heal your cuts; it's the least I can do."

He nodded and ushered me to follow him to his private quarters.

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I stood behind Kenpachi, stitching up one of the deeper cuts I made. I apologised to him earlier for cutting him up, but he said that he took his scars as memories of great battles. He urged me to only stitch him up so he could relish the experience of the fight.

I ran my fingers over the stitched-up wound and felt his chiselled back tense at my hands. I mumbled a quick apology and moved up and off the engawa to stand on the grass in front of us. I stood between his legs and found the gash on the left side of his chest. I grabbed the antiseptic and dabbed it on the cotton before placing it on the wound.

He hissed at the feeling and wrapped his large hand around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. My hands were fisted, and they rested on his collar bones.

"Sorry, it always burns." He groaned.

"It's alright; I don't quite like the feeling either."

He didn't push me back or remove his hand from my waist; he just waited for me to continue. So I did. I pressed the cotton again, and he winced at the burning sensation, squeezing my waist slightly. To console him, I bent down and blew some air at the burning wound. His muscles relaxed, and I started stitching him up once more.

A gentle silence blessed our presence, and I sighed, "You're all good, Kenpachi."

He hummed and removed his hand from my waist. "(Name), what do you feel when you fight?" He randomly asked, trying to entice a conversation. He removed his strapless eyepatch with a grey border and awaited my answer.

My cheeks slightly reddened at the use of my name: "Umm. I would say it was a thrill. Like a rush of adrenaline and pleasure. I always win. So it's an absolute blast watching them fall to their failure."

He shifted his eyes around my face and did not respond to my question. I met his eyes, and I saw a familiar look. The look of desire. But not the one that I saw when we fought. No. This one was different.

"Kenpachi? What’s wro-" My question was shut off.

His large hands wrapped around my neck gently and pulled me to his level. His warm lips met mine, and my eyes widened at the sudden action.

I pulled back and said, "Kenpachi, this isn't right!"

He smirked and yanked my arm to pull me forward. His arms grasped the back of my knees and wrapped my legs around his toned waist. I gasped at this movement and looked at him.

"Why is it not right?" He asked, smirking slightly.

"Well, because I-I-" My words weren't coming out because I couldn't think of an excuse.

"Hmm? Tell me (Name)." He whispered.

I didn't respond.

Kenpachi chuckled. "That's what I thought, princess. I’m going to ruin you."

His hands grabbed my chin and brought my face closer to his. His lips met mine once again, and this time I didn't object. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, moved my lips with his, and sighed into his touch. His warm tongue slipped into my mouth, and the kiss got deeper and much more passionate. Being a tease, I bit his bottom lip, to which he growled and moved back.

"You are going to regret that, baby." He whispered in my ear.

His hands went to the back of my head and pulled my hair back to give him more access to my neck. His lips bit, sucked, and kissed every area he could find on my neck. He found one certain spot, and I let a breathy moan out. He smiled against my neck.

"Pachi please-I-"

"Say it. Say it, sweetheart."

"I need you."

He growled and immediately got up, lifting me with him and connecting his lips with mine once more. He walked away from the garden and closed the shoji door with one hand. My lips didn't stop moving with his. I wanted more and more of this man.

He walked towards the bed and laid me on it before pulling back and attacking my neck once again. His hands unbuttoned the rest of my uniform and removed the top. His lips met my chest, leaving his art behind, sucking and licking at my skin. One of his hands went behind my back and unclasped my bra. He ripped it off of me, and I moved my hands to try to cover my chest.

He stopped me and said, "Don't you dare, woman. I want to touch and see all of you."

Kenpachi's mouth moved towards the top of my left breast, leaving a dark bruise behind. His tongue slipped out and licked the peak of my hard breast. His lips latched on, sucking, biting, and tugging on the sensitive flesh. My hands tangled in his mid-length hair, pulling every now and then. One of his hands moved to the other breast, kneading it and swiping his thumb on the nipple.

"A-ah~ Pachi, please." I begged him to give me more.

"Patience, baby, I want to feel every inch of you." He whispered against my skin, moving his lips down my naked torso.

He pulled down my pants and threw them on the floor before moving down and leaving kisses on my inner thighs. His thumb brushed my clothed pussy and I moaned at the feeling.

He grinned and said, "Fucking hell, (Name) you’re soaked." He moved his head between my thighs and swiped his tongue upwards on my clothed warmth. My hands immediately grasped his hair, and I sucked in a deep breath.

"Want me to clean you up, love?" He whispered, his lips ghosting over my black panties.

"Mmm yes."

He swiftly pulled my panties off, and his tongue met my clenching cunt. The tip of his tongue met my swollen clit and he moved it around, causing me to moan and writhe below him.

"That's it, pretty girl, fall apart for me." He groaned before latching on to my clit. He sucked hard. Pain and pleasure clouded my mind, and I pulled at his hair and closed my thighs around his head. His room was full of unholy sounds, but Kenpachi most likely thought of them as music to his ears. His lips pulled away from my bundle of nerves before he lowered the tip of his nose so he could tongue my entrance once again. He ran his wide, flat tongue against my core. The heat of his mouth felt so good at my core that I felt myself clenching at nothing.

Taking note of this, Kenpachi slipped two of his fingers inside of me easily. "Look at that, pretty. You take me so well; you want all of me, love? You want my cock? You want me to fill you up?"

I quickly nodded without any hesitation; my walls pulsed under his thick fingers.

"I want to hear you say it, darling. Don’t shy away now. Where did all your fighting go, eh?" He said this while thrusting his fingers upward and curling them to brush against my spot.

"Please pachi! I need- fill me up; I can't- please i need you in me." I looked at his lust-filled eyes looking up at me, I begged him to fuck me, to make me see stars,

"You ask so nicely, princess." He whispers while pulling his fingers out. My cunt clenched at nothing, begging to be filled once again. Holding my jaw, his mouth smashed into mine, again distracting me from his action of removing his trousers. I was met with the taste of my cunt lingering on his tongue, and I was getting more and more impatient, writhing for his cock in me.

Reading my thoughts, Kenpachi rubbed his hardened length against my core, spreading my legs even more. His tip teased my clit and I dug my nails into his back, which he groaned lightly at.

"Careful, don't pull my stitches." He said this while he continued teasing me.

"Kenpachi, please stop teasing me i- ahh~" My pleading was cut off by the feeling of him lining up against my aching hole. 

"You want this pretty? You want to be fucked senseless, my little warrior?"

I nodded, struggling to bring the word ‘yes’ to my mouth.

"Say it. You want my cum in you, baby?" He prodded, trying to get me to beg even more.

"Yes! Kenpachi, please paint me white. I swear I’ll do anything."

He chuckled and said, "You are just perfect for me, aren't you? A strong woman who can bring me pleasure in battle and in bed."

I hummed at his praising words, moaning now and then at the feeling of his tip at my pussy. "Yeah," he rumbled, sliding his seeping head slowly to me. "Yeah, that’s it."

I felt the stretch of him inside me, and I bucked my hips, trying to get more of him. He laughs: "Impatient, aren't we?"

Kenpachi pulled back before sliding into me so fast that I couldn't help but release a scream. He sat fully inside of me, stretching my walls out as they clenched around his length.

He grumbled into my neck, "Pretty little pussy. Hm~. All mine. Mine to breed. Mine to fuck."

My nails scratched the muscles on his back as he slowly started thrusting. I locked my legs around Kenpachi's waist, the stretch of his girth becoming more and more heavenly. He let out a groan at the feeling of the tightness. A loud moan left my lips as he went even deeper, his hands gripping my waist so tight that it would likely leave bruises.

"So g-good, Pachi, please, moree-" I breathed out, pleading.

"Yeah?" He groaned, smirking, enjoying the view of me begging.

He moved. Harder. Faster. With every thrust, I jolted, and another lewd noise left my mouth. I was seeing stars as he fucked the living hell out of me. His fingers moved to my sensitive nub, rubbing to try and get me closer to my climax, all while reaching for his as well. The stimulation immediately made me clench harder around his cock, to which he responded with a groan. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and leaving bites while still moving.

"Say my name. I want the entire Seireitei to hear it." He whispered on my skin.

"Ken-Kenpachi!" I yelled, feeling a knot form in my stomach. His name echoed off the walls of his room.

"Yes-yes, that's it; you're so perfect, my little warrior. Mine. Mine. Mine." He growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

Taking my lips into his own, we came at the same time, moaning into each other's mouths and muffling the unholy sounds. His seed coated my walls, making me feel so full. He kept thrusting, helping me ride out my high. He pulled out, and I shivered at the feeling of emptiness. Kenpachi gently moulded his lips with mine; I nibbled on his bottom lip, and he pulled away with a gentle smile. He took in my flushed cheeks and blissful expression before kissing my forehead. He moved down to look at the flesh between my legs, smiling at the mess.

"You look so pretty like this—more prettier than when you fight." Kenpachi whispered while kissing my inner thighs. "I’m stealing you. You're mine now."

I chuckled at his possessiveness and ran my hand through his jet-black hair. "How can I go anywhere? You said it yourself: we are perfect for each other. However, I do need to get back to Squad 4 barracks; my captain is waiting for me."

He groaned and cursed under his breath before lifting me over his broad shoulders and saying, "Not yet. Let's take a bath, then you can go."

I couldn't resist, so I ended up taking a nice, warm, lavender-scented bath with him. Kenpachi helped me get dressed and led me outside, walking with me to the gate of the 11th squad barracks. My legs were on the verge of failing, and I was sore, so Kenpachi wrapped an arm around my waist on the way there.

He kissed the side of my head, his lips ghosting over my temple. "Come over tonight. I’m not done with you yet."

My eyes widened, and I nodded my head as he chuckled at my reddened face. He gave me one last kiss, and I walked out of the 11th Squad area.

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I hummed a song while walking through Captain Unohana’s quarters.

"That happy? Was healing those men really that fun?" I turned to the voice to see Captain Unohana smiling at me.

"Umm, I-yes captain!" I said, standing tall. She hummed and walked past me, asking, "Is that so? You smell like him, (Name). Lying to your captain isn't a good thing."

My eyes widened, and I tried to explain, but she was already gone. I sighed and continued walking to my quarters for a quick nap. I plopped on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and smiling like a madwoman at what just happened with Kenpachi. If showing my bloodlust would cause him to fuck the daylights out of me, then I would show my bloodlust every day.

That night, when everyone was asleep, I did end up going back to Kenpachi’s, looking for more and more of him, whilst he happily obliged.

End Notes:

I am an absolute whore for this man...the things i would let him do to me are so unholy i could never post it anywhere

GIF AINT MINE!!!

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[acupofqueercoffee]

“A match made in heaven”

Unohana Retsu x Female Shinigami Reader

cw : soulmate au with a twist (you get flower tattoos wherever your soulmate receives a scar) plot twist being it only appears when you manage to win the heart of your supposed soulmate | mentions of blood | a pinch of fluff

just a silly little something to blow off the steam before i go back to watching bleach and brainstorming better ideas because i’m that desperate 💀

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You live to fight. You fight to thrive.

In battles, you see ecstasy. In pain, you revel.

Your single-minded pursuit of violence, in your squad where the most battle-hungry, blood-thirsty beats unite, is nothing out of the ordinary. Inside the 11th division, you are merely one among many, but amongst other Shinigami, you are deemed one of the most unhinged reapers.

Although your bloodlust is no curiosity, your Zenpakuto’s is. It carries one of, if not the eeriest ability, lethal to both the wielder and the opponent, for it offers you unimaginable might at the cost of your blood. Simply put, the more impaired your body is, the stronger you become. Although the activation of Shikai is not necessary for the increase in energy, pain for the sake of victory is, however, mandatory, and as a result, you have long since learnt to embrace it instead of forsaking it. In combat, you rarely dodge, constantly, intentionally pushing yourself to the brink of collapse, for only then, you are unrivalled.

It is also in consequence of your susceptibility to injuries that the squad four’s station is more or less your dwelling, and its inhabitants, your second family. Even though your habitation under the roof of fourth division primarily is to be on the mend, there are in fact twofold motives to your incessant visits to the infirmary.

“Captain, your true-blue patient, once again, comes bearing gifts!”

Soaked to the skin in scarlet, but still on battle-induced high, you sport the goofiest of grins as you barrel down the hallway and through the door, leaving a bloody trail in your wake.

“Ta da!” With your arms, you make a gesture for dramatic flair as though the miscellany of wounds littering your body is your most prized possessions.

“Why, if it isn’t the charming little thorn in my side.”

Unohana Retsu, the Captain of squad four, receives you with a saccharine smile. Although on its own, her remark may sound satirical, bordering on exasperation, the lovely lilt of her honeydewed voice betrays her amusement. You know better than to take offence regardless, beam becoming only brighter as you step towards your lady, but alas, it is as if your feet have been swallowed by a pool of quicksand. The treachery of your legs bring about your immediate descent into darkness, though the entwining of arms around your body prevents the inevitable collapse.

Unohana is unbothered by the blood that soils the pristine white of her Captain uniform, thickly oozing warmth and spreading like a plague across her immaculately-donned attire.

She remembers vividly your first appearance at the hospital; during one serene day in Seireitei, you have arrived, entirely bloodied and irrevocably broken, at the doorstep of her division. Irrevocable that is, has she been away, but she has not, and thus, you have lived to see another day. Following your first visit, your presence as often as not is found in the hospital, and every time, you come in the form of wrack and ruin, but a damaged thing for her to fix. Your perpetual proneness to injuries has Unohana doubting your worth as a Shinigami especially since you occupy the fourth seat of squad 11. On the other hand, it will be a lie to say that she is not fascinated by the way you always manage to carry your broken body on your own two feet no matter the gravity of your conditions, a feat someone of Zaraki’s caliber cannot even achieve.

At the first sight of the Captain, a silly smile will crawl onto your lips before you will certainly fall. She has not always been bothered to catch you, letting her subordinates see to it that you are relocated to her quarters until after she has put you back together.

It becomes more and more apparent to Unohana with every one of your unceasing visits that you appear to be enamored of her. From the infirmary to the Ikebana Club, you will follow her like a love-sick puppy at the first opportunity. You do little to hide the fact, actively expressing your whimsical affections with both words and actions. Your eyes will peruse her, teeming with twinkles, as she tends to your wounds. Whenever you come to visit her, despite being drenched to the bone in your own blood, a dreamy smile will be found, taking permanent residence on your face.

“I’d like to woo you.”

One evening, as you offer the Captain your unabashed confession, she has countered you with a wry chuckle.

“You are a fool.”

“A fool for you.”

Over the rim of her teacup, royal blue eyes fix you with a hollowed-out stare accompanied by pale lips thinning into a line.

“My heart holds no place for trifling affairs.”

Her change in demeanour do you no harm, and you stand firm.

“What is courting if not an elaborate battle? One of these days, I’ll conquer you, my lady. So, watch me worm my way into your heart.”

“By all means. I’d like to see you try.”

After the exchange, you disappear for a period of time. She has half a mind to believe that you have met your untimely demise if it is not for your Reiryoku that she can positively, quite tangibly feel. And then, one day, as Unohana retreats to her quarter for the night, she is visited by a Hell Butterfly. It comes bearing a letter from you, challenging her to a duel, which in hopes of putting a stop to your folly once and for all, and you in your place, the Captain readily accepts.

“Do you know how I came to bear the title of Soul Society’s best healer?” Hair cascading down her shoulders and eyes lacking their usual shine, the woman that hauntingly calls out to you is not Captain Unohana Retsu of the 4th division but Unohana Yachiru, the first Kenpachi. “So that I could enjoy fighting forever. When my opponents are merely one step away from death’s door, I heal them with the flimsiest hope of being promised a prolonged fight.”

Still, in the face of a cold-blooded, blood-thirsty killer, you are unfazed. If anything, you are enchanted; under the silky, silvery cloak of the moonlight, she looks every bit the epitome of a nocturnal nymph, ready to ruin you at any moment.

“You are an intrigue, an enigma. That much, I know. Within cages upon cages, lies a blood-thirsty beast who sings oh so sweetly to me.”

All too suddenly, the sharp tip of her Zanpakuto catches the lapels of your uniform, effortlessly slashing the fabric until a portion of your flesh is revealed, and her suspicion, confirmed.

“Hmm, what a pity.” The hum leaves her lips in a lazy, condescending drawl as the blade draws blood on a cluster of spider lilies printed between your collarbones.

“If you lust for blood, my lady, blood I’ll happily shed for you.”

“Oh? There’s only ever been one person to have come close to sating my appetite for bloodlust. You have on your body traces of myself whereas I wear on my body the one scar left by him. If it isn’t the finest evidence of how insignificant you are to me, what, pray tell, do you think is?”

“I know not the answer, but by the end of our battle, I dare say, my lady, that you will see me in a new light.” Your hands wrap around the blade that is pointed towards your chest, as though it is her dainty digits fitting into your fingers. With wild abandon, blood starts oozing out of your palm. It dribbles down the length of her Zanpakuto, before in a soft pitter-patter, continues raining onto the earth in front of her feet. “Let us commence, shall we?”

She has been sorely disappointed, she will admit, when for the better part of the battle, you continue taking hits after hits with no acceptable counterattacks. She has been naive to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, you will really prove her wrong.

The sinking of her Zanpakuto into your heart is designed to be a shallow blow, not to kill but to incapacitate you. Should it proves perilous to your life, she can simply fix you, for, after all, killing you, at least for now, is not her objective. You, on the other hand, seem too intent on greeting death in the eyes, evident in the way raw, bloodied fingers lock around her forearms to yank her forward even as she goes to pull her Zanpakuto out of your chest. The recklessness of your action forces her Zanpakuto into your flesh, buried to the hilt as it enters through your chest and exits through your back. Regardless of the obviously fatal blow, your hold on her frame remains surprisingly strong, stubborn arms trapping her in a bone-crushing embrace.

When you whisper, your lips caress the shell of her ear.

“Let me show you what I’m capable of.”

To say that she is tickled pink will be an understatement. Although the amusement that she feels is nowhere near enough to offer her a sense of ecstasy, what little of it that swells inside her body, though fickle, is great enough in and of itself to go unnoticed. It has been a very, very long time after all since she has been offered a fight of such class that can pull at her heartstrings, and when finally met with someone who can hold out against her relentless attacks, she relishes it down to the last drop. By no means are you as strong as her. Still, your might is not to be trifled with, your resolve even more so.

Given her experiences and her mastery of the blade, it is not entirely a surprise that she outdoes you. It is, however, nothing short of miraculous that you do not go down without leaving a trace of yourself on none other than the great and the glorious Kenpachi. Unohana will soon find out that by sticking her Zanpakuto into your heart for the second time, she has unknowingly staked your claim to herself. It comes in the form of a cherry blossom that begins blooming on her body as your wound heals into a scar.

It appears, after all, that you are not entirely without worth.

Presently, your head is cushioned by her pillowy thighs. Once again, she has restored you to mint condition after you have collapsed in her arms. Slipping through willowy fingers like smooth satin is a forest of your strands as Unohana languidly plays with your hair.

A hum that spills forth your lips notifies her of your return to the conscious world, and when your gazes collide, she sees so much love in your eyes. You always look at Unohana as though the stars hanging high in the sky are her doing, overflowing with wonder and worship and nothing in between.

Taking into your hand the thick braid of her hair with deep reverence, you kiss the words into her fragrant hair.

“I love you.”

“You are a fool.”

“A fool who has managed to worm her way into your heart, no?”

At your words, she offers you a soft affectionate smile before leaning down to press a delicate peck on your forehead.

“That you have, against all odds.”

She who craves bloodshed and you who prosper by shedding blood: a match made in heaven.

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[chaotic-nick]

Favourite Human - Unohana Retsu x Reader

note: This was supposed to be smut -_- but the opening scene was fluffy enough and now you have this. 

Wc: 630 warnings: none

note: Secret relationship (Shinigami x human partner)

She’d be caught dead of a soul like Kisuke decided to walk up the steps to (Y/n)’s flat and saw the Captain of Squad Four clad in a human’s kimono. One that was more . . . unnatural to the skin and didn’t fit her body the way she wanted. And then Kisuke would laugh if he dared to do so in front of her face. He’d laugh while pointing his cane at the poutful look her face was stuck in. 

Retsu was confident that no one would ever catch her in their human world. Not Ichigo or any of his friends. Until she learnt of (Y/n) being the only one close to their age —almost— and working in the only university’s admin department. That had made her . . . someone whose name was called everywhere she went and then waved at.

Like the diligent ryoka they are. Ichigo and his friends would definitely ask around.

So, to avoid that, Retsu slumped her head on the locked door and knocked her fist again. “(Y/n)?” 

“(Y/n)?” She allowed herself another pout when it was unanswered, her hair falling in front of her face. Almost a defeated soul, she forced herself to turn around and stopped again when she heard tired footsteps dragging themselves on the stairs.

Quick to run to (Y/n), Retsu stretched her arms out for (Y/n) to fall in to her embrace without question. “Tired my dear?”

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Kimonos made by humans aside, human-packaged food was an unexpected pleasure Unohana fell in love with. Heated food, not hot enough to hurt the human tongue packaged in a plastic container and available to be taken off shelves . . .something that had her thinking what if Mayuri’s mind invented such a thing rather than changing zanpakuto genders*. (*Reference to the Shingami shorts at the end of every bleach episode.)

“You expected me?” She asked through a mouthful of Chicken croquette, chopsticks pointed at the stack of other packaged food (Y/n) put on an empty chair.

“I wish.” She sighed and motioned to the bag fat with papers she took home with her.  “Substitute soul reaper’s going to university now.” Standing up to throw her empty box on her way to her bathroom, Unohana quickly swallowed what she chewed to follow (Y/n).

She stood behind (Y/n) scorched over the running water, collecting water in her cupped hands. “Is university like the soul academy?” Asked Retsu fingers combing through (Y/n)’s hair as her eyes scanned the counter for a comb, running water muffling her voice.

Retsu’s used to the many screams of agony, especially the type from her zanpakuto. She’d lived long enough to be unphased by it. And she loves (Y/n) enough that a scream from nowhere worried her.

Rather than an answer when their eyes met on the mirror, (Y/n) pressed her face on the blue towel and—“AHHHH”

“Heard one of the students tell their friends they do that, tried it last month. It works wonders.”

“You should’ve sent a call,” said Retsu, taking a mental note to check on the messenger butterflies at she put on (Y/n)’s window ledge.

“They can handle themselves, I trust Isane that much.”

“You’re captain there—” at the feeling of her fingers scratching her scalp, (Y/n) sighed into her touch. “Please keep doing that.”

Cracking an eye open, (Y/n) wanted to remind her of the time Retsu sighed so much because of Isane’s anxious demeanour.

“I needed to see my favourite human,” dipping her fingers in the moisturiser, she offered a smile to calm (Y/n)’s mind down. “My mind was telling me to come see you . . . my instincts told me I was right.”

“Stay longer this time please.”

“I will.” 

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[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! (≧∇≦) /

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[bapplenana]

it is such a crime that there's an evident lack of unohana retsu fics

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