Welcome to Hell

You had spotted him talking with one of the fresh-faced residents, Dr. Hanataro Yamada, about a patient occupying one of the rooms for the past day or so.

“Look, I get it, yer new and still figurin’ out the ropes. So, I’ll fill ya in on a little secret. I can’t give him a psych eval until he’s stabilized. Once he is, then y’can send him up, but ’til then, he’s all yours.” Shinji explained, arm on his hip as he tilted his head over to the younger doctor in an idle manner.

Hanataro stammered, face turning red from what looked like embarrassment as he tried to figure out how to handle the situation. You decided to step in and help the poor kid out as the senior doctor on staff.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Dr. Hirako! Are you messing with one of my residents?” You said brightly as you walked up to them, shooting Hanataro a reassuring smile to help ease his nerves.

“Hey there, doc! ‘Course not, I just happened to be here fer a different patient when yer baby-faced resident here asked fer some help. Ya leavin’ him all by his lonesome?” Shinji shot back, a teasing grin on his face. His eyes held a flirtatious glimmer in them that you've learned to recognize. He always liked to play this game with you, playfully toying with the line between you both while you worked.

“Not at all, he’s more than capable of handling things by himself. Right, Dr. Yamada?”

“O-oh, of course!”

“See,” you gave a bright, tight-lipped smile to Shinji. While you enjoyed his playful side, you weren't too keen on being flirtatious in front of your first-year resident. “You go finish your rounds, Dr. Yamada. I’ll take care of this.”

“Are-,” Hanataro started, but at the encouraging smile you gave him, he complied. “Ok!”

When he scurried off, you directed your attention back to the man in front of you. “Right. We’ll keep an eye on this patient and try to get him as stable as we can so we can send him up to you. Sound good?”

“Sounds good to me.”  

“Great.”

You started to walk away, but Shinji called back to you, stopping you in your tracks. “There is one more thing that y’can help me with.”

You knew exactly where he was going with this, but you had wanted to play coy, so you raised an eyebrow in question.

“Have lunch with me.” He grinned widely at you, his charming pearly whites on full display.

“And how is that helping you exactly?”

“Oh, c’mon! Havin’ lunch with a pretty lady like you would make my day.”

You chuckled at his cheesy flirting, and right as you were about to throw a playful line back, one of your nurses called out to you. “Hey, we’ve got an SCA coming in! ETA is about 2 minutes.”

The air shifted between you both instantly at the seriousness of the situation. Duty called, no more playing around.

“Should probably go deal with that,” Shinji stated, nodding his head in the direction your nurse called you from.

“Yeah,” you bit your lip, mentally prepping yourself for what you were about to dive into, but you glanced back at him before you headed off to the trauma bay. “If I’ve got time, I’ll swing by your office.”

“Alright. Go save lives, angel.” Shinji sent you off, a reassuring smile having settled on his face.

It was the last thing on your mind, encouraging you as you made your way to see the patient, and motivating you throughout the rest of your shift.

Back to the present, now that things have slowed down a bit, you take the opportunity to take a quick break for ‘lunch.'

“Hey, I’m taking a break. Page me if there’s an emergency.” You let Hanataro know as you pass by him.

“But we work in the ER! Everything is an emergency!” He yells after you, a worried expression on his face.

“You’ll figure out what I mean by that! I have faith in you!” You call back over your shoulder, heading towards the elevators that take you to the wing of the hospital that houses the psychiatry department.

When you finally make it to the psych ward and get buzzed in, you decide to stop by the nurse’s station first to check if Shinji is free.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but is Dr. Hirako with a patient?” You ask Momo Hinamori, one of the residents who works under Shinji that you've learned by name now. She was always so sweet with you, and you always found it funny how she would hound Shinji to get back to work and stop idling away with you on your break.

“Hm? Oh, no! He’s taking his lunch break right now in his office. He mentioned you might swing by.” She answers you a bit distractedly at first as she finishes typing up what you assume is a patient note on her computer.

“Ok, thanks!” 

“Oh,” she stops you, calling you by your title and name. “Would you please tell him to write up his patient notes properly for me? He seems to listen to you more, even though you work in an entirely different department.” 

She sounds so exasperated with him that you kind of feel bad for her.

“I’ll see if I can convince him for you.” You say with a sympathetic tone. She seems to appreciate your response, her shoulders sagging in relief as she thanks you.

And with that, you make your way to his office. The soles of your shoes tap against the tile, echoing as you make your way down the long hallway. Stopping in front of a door that’s cracked open, you raise your fist to make a series of short, rhythmic knocks against the wood.

“Come in.” His drawling voice calls out to you.

“Hey there, Dr. Hirako. I figured I’d make your day by having lunch with you.” You say, a playful smile spreading on your face. You don’t need to wait for his response as you close the door shut behind you—you know what his answer would be anyway.

“Well, hello there, darlin’. Glad to see y'could make it.” He smirks slyly, pushing away from his desk but still staying in his seat.

“I was startin’ to get worried ya got swamped with patients.”

“Ugh, don’t get me started. I mean, patients were one thing, but it was the doctors from other departments that I had to deal with that really got under my nerves.” You groan, making your way over to him.

“Not long after you left, I had to deal with Dr. Kurotsuchi for a patient who needed a consult from pathology, and you know how frustrating he is to deal with.”

Shinji whistles lowly, sharing in your grimace at the notoriously difficult and unscrupulous doctor. “That is rough. I honestly don’t get how the ethics board hasn’t gotten him removed yet.”

“Beats me,” you sigh, stopping in front of him. His hands come up to rest on your hips, rubbing soothing circles while you rant about your shift.

“And then, Dr. Zaraki had to come work on a preterm before taking the baby to the NICU. I mean, he’s not bad to deal with, but he’s just so… loud.” You say for lack of a better term. The man wasn't a bad doctor, truly. He was just so intense, it made quite a contrast for the department he worked for.

“Yeah, y’can say that again. The man knows how to tear yer eardrums. I swear, one of these days he’s gonna send someone cryin' to Rose for ear surgery with the way he yells.”

You huff out a laugh in agreement. Shinji's hands, squeezing at your hips, do wonders to soothe your sore muscles and ease the stress from the first half of your shift. It's so relaxing that you don't feel like complaining anymore, reminding you of why you stopped by his office in the first place.

“Yeah… but I didn’t come here to talk about work. I’m here for lunch, right?”

“Right.” That sly smirk is back on his face, a salacious expression darkening his usually warm brown eyes. “What do ya want fer lunch?”

“Hm, I have a few things I’m craving, but you were the one who invited me, so what were you thinking?” You finish explaining, winding your arms around his neck and playing with the ends of his silky hair. You loved to just run your fingers through them, if only you could make a living by doing that all day long. But alas, here you were, risking 15 minutes of your lunch to have a quick fix instead.

“I had somethin’ in mind, but if ya want somethin’ specific, by all means, go for it, babe.” He whispers suggestively, hands sliding slowly from your hips to the plush of your ass, squeezing and drawing you in closer.

“If that’s the case, then…” You trail off, tugging his head back by the ends of his hair and pressing your lips to his in a searing hot kiss.

He groans against your mouth, tongue sweeping at your lips for a deeper taste. However, you pull away and whisper against his lips, “As delicious as that was, there’s something else I want.”

You run your hands down his chest, the smooth cotton of his pressed button-up tickling against your palms as you slowly fall to your knees and press yourself between his open thighs.

Shinji audibly gulps, the enticing view of you between his legs, hands rubbing his thighs, has the bulge starting to swell at his crotch grow at an achingly fast rate.

“I think I’ll have you for lunch.” You whisper cheekily, moving to palm over his crotch and relishing in the heavy groan he lets out.

“Yeah? Then why don’tcha have a taste?” His voice is deep, breathy from your slight touch. It has you smirking, a rush washing over you at the thought of him coming undone by your touch alone.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

You quickly undo the buckle of his belt and pull it loose before moving to unzip his slacks. As much as you’d like to take your time with him and slowly build him over the edge, you know you’re on a time limit. So a quick blow job will have to do. You don’t mind that all too much either; the thought of him thick and heavy in your mouth already has you drooling.

He raises his hips to pull his pants and boxers down to his thighs so that you don’t dirty his clothes—after all, he’s got patients to see after this. His semi-hard cock bounces out of the confines of his clothing, and with a few strokes of your hand, it springs to life.

Shinji sucks a breath in through his teeth as you finally bring your lips to the head of his cock, giving the tip a few kitten licks before wrapping your lips around his girth.

“Shit, feels good, doll.”

You do your best to fit as much of his length into your mouth as you can, fisting the rest of his length. Just as you thought earlier, the feel of him stretching and filling your mouth has you moaning as you drool around his girth. You start to bob your head, sucking and swirling your tongue around his hard cock.

“Just like that, dollface. Yer treatin’ my dick so well, no wonder yer such a good doc.” He grunts, hands finding themself in your hair, tucking stray strands back and out of your face.

Your brows furrow at the silliness of his statement, but that was one thing you’ve gotten used to with him, and have grown to love if you were being honest with yourself.

"I wonder what your patients would think if they knew you were such a perv, Dr. Hirako." You enunciate, before sucking him into your mouth once more.

"Could say the same thing right back at ya." He huffs, hips jerking into you and causing you to moan louder than you would have liked.

You watch as Shinji bites his lip, trying to muffle the groans spilling from him as you give a particularly harsh suck. His head is thrown back, resting against the back of his chair as he slouches over, a growing pink flush spreading from his neck to his cheeks. He looks so delicious like this, you’re happy he’s filling your mouth at the moment.

His hands fist in your hair, guiding your movements as you work his cock. You whimper from the sting as his fingers tug on your hair, the ache in your core building even more from the mouthwatering feeling.

In the back of your mind, you’re slightly irritated that you won’t be able to find relief for the ache anytime soon. The best you can do is squeeze your thighs shut tight to give yourself some form of pleasure. The view of him coming undone, coupled with the feel of him in your mouth, will have to suffice for now.

There’s a sudden knock at the door, and when you glance up at him, eyes asking if you should stop, the hand in your hair just tightens to keep you in place, half-lidded eyes gazing at you in a devoted daze that has butterflies swelling in your chest. He looks just about ready to cum, his cock throbbing in your mouth as he pants heavily.

“Dr. Hirako, sorry to bother you, but do you have a minute?” It was Momo, her voice sounding muffled through the door.

An irritated expression scrunches on his face, but he doesn’t make any move to pull you off his length. He simply replies in a strained voice, “What is it?”

“Well, you see,” the door handle starts to turn, which he clearly hadn’t been expecting, as he shoots up in his seat. A muffled choke sounds from you as his hips buck into your mouth from the sudden movement.

All in one motion, and what seemed to be a millisecond, you slip him out of your mouth as he pushes you under his desk, hiding you and his bare bottom half beneath the opulent wood.

“We just got a patient from the ER who says we've seen him before, but I can’t seem to find his patient records…”

“Ok… uh,” Shinji clears his throat, rattled by the sudden shift. “Did ya check the notes from the ER?”

As you listen in on their conversation, you can’t help but pout. You want to feel him back in your mouth again, and he had been so close to cumming too. He was still right in front of you; his cock throbbing mere inches from your face, glistening from your spit, and precum leaking from the tip.

Suddenly, a mischievous idea comes to mind. You probably shouldn’t, but you knew if the roles were reversed, he would definitely do to you what you were about to do to him. So why don’t you channel some of his energy?

“Did ya call the IT dep-Ah!” Shinji chokes on his words as you take a lick up his shaft before slipping your swollen lips around him once more.

“Dr. Hirako? Are you ok?” Momo asks, a worried tone in her voice as she steps further into his office.

You don’t stop. If anything, you keep going, smirking around him and swirling your tongue along his length.

“Yeah… I’m fine. Just a cramp is all.” Shinji says, voice shaky and strained as he sets his elbow on the desk, bringing a fist to his mouth to hide the expression on his face. “Just give me 5 minutes, ok? I’ll come check it out.”

“Ok.” 

Momo turns to leave, and you can feel Shinji starting to slump back in his seat, his hand reaching to tangle into your hair again.

“By the way, where did,” Momo says your name, asking where you went off to.

“Huh?” He sits up again, tugging on your hair in warning, silently telling you to wait a second. As much as you want to keep teasing him, you listen. You don’t want to actually get him in trouble.

“Oh, she uhh, ran off to the little ladies' room. I’m sure she’s not gettin’ herself into any trouble.” He replies, pointedly directing the last bit to you without Momo noticing.

When she finally leaves and closes the door behind her, Shinji lets out a sigh of relief. “Yer so sneaky, tryin’ to get me in trouble.” He chides, groaning when he gets a good look at you swallowing his cock as he pushes back from the desk.

You just flick your eyes up at him innocently, before focusing once more on his throbbing dick. You suck as hard as you know he likes it, hollowing your cheeks as you start to bob your head up and down, using your hand to work his remaining length.

He moans, biting his lip again to keep quiet. With the consistent pace you go at, you bring him back to where he was, his orgasm building closer to the edge. When you move a hand to fondle and squeeze his balls, his grip tightens on you.

“Shit, doll. I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck, yer gonna make me cum, suckin’ on my cock so good.”

He cums with a choked cry, hips jerking into you, ropes of white shooting down your tongue. His breath comes out heavy as he pants, chest rising and falling with the movement.

When his hands let go of your hair, you slip him out of your mouth, swallowing every last drop of his release and licking your lips clean. He watches you with a dazed look in his eyes, a flame sparking in them when he sees you swallow his load.

Grabbing a tissue off his desk to wipe off your hands, you pass him the box so that he can clean and tuck himself away.

“Fuck, gorgeous. That was real good. Ya really are an angel with those healin' hands of yers." Shinji sighs delightedly, still slouched back in his chair, a glow on his face. While you’re happy you were the one to have that effect on him, you’re still frustrated that you haven’t found relief for yourself yet. You would do anything to just pounce on him right now and have him take you, filling you to the brim.

Your pager beeps at you, reminding you that your 15 minutes are up—regrettably so.

“Enjoy yer lunch, doc?” He asks you as you stretch your back, making your way to the door of his office. Having been crouched and hunched over under his desk for those few minutes made your already aching back even more sore.

“Hm, yeah. Though I’ve still got an appetite.” You glance back at him, rubbing hand sanitizer into your hands; you’ll have to wash them properly on your way back, and probably brush your teeth while you're at it, too.

You pause as you turn to leave, hand on the door handle. “Oh, there is one favor I’d like your help with if you don’t mind.”

“Oh? And what would that be?” He questions, a curious raise to his brow.

“Want to have dinner after work?” You ask cheekily, throwing his earlier question back at him.

Shinji chuckles, mouth set in a wide grin as he shakes his head. Guess he’s rubbed off on you.

“Sure thing, doll. I’ll treat ya to a five-course meal as thanks fer lunch today.” He declares temptingly, the easy-going grin bringing a mischievous spark to his honey eyes. He’s going to treat you so well that you’ll never crave anything else.

“I look forward to it then, Dr. Hirako.”

Kyōraku Shunsui- Sakura Blossom- renewal, hope, and the transience of life

You sighed in content as your head laid on his bare chest. The steady beat of his heart and small rumbles of laughter brought relief to your anxious heart. The war with the Quincy was over, your beloved had returned home. The night was spent lying in blankets by the open windows of the bedroom in your shared estate, the sweet smell of spring hung in the air. Your body felt content and safe, even if the anxious thoughts led to rumination.

“Is something wrong, dear?” Shunsui’s voice spoke as he turned his head to face you, you had sat up, peeling off Sakura petals from him that had come through the open windows.

“No, it’s just- “you stopped, eyes transfixed on his handsome face. From the strong brow to the curl of his hair, you could gaze at him for an eternity and never grow tired. Yet your thumb reached out to trace the faint scar tissue over where his eye was, no, should have been. Your heart clenched at that, the fear from the day he returned home with a =n eyepatch still sat in your stomach. Your heart felt heavy at all the times your fingers danced over new scars and lips kissed purple bruises. His eye followed you, frowning at the phantom pain your touch evoked before he spoke, “Now love, lets focus on the moment.”

“You’re right. I apologize, it’s just- “you picked another petal from his skin. Yes, it was still warm, it still held his floral musk. You felt your heart swell, delighted at the thought of him still being alive after everything. How the man before you still stood strong after all his loss, his heart never growing cold. He still came home to you, pressing kisses to your lips with praises of thankfulness. Words of adoration and passion, for he would always return home to you.

Your voice was caught in your throat once more when he grabbed your hand. He plucked the pink soft petal from your fingertips and tucked it into the palm of your hand. You were transfixed, watching his storm-colored eye never move from your own as he brought your knuckles to his lips. He took time kissing each knuckle, tickling your skin with his facial hair and stroking them with his own thumb. He hummed at the lustful look in your eyes, the flush to your cheeks, “Let us spend the night with other thoughts in mind, my love.” You could only nod in agreement as he caressed your body once more, happiness bloomed in your heart. Yes, the fighting was over, it was time for new beginnings.

Kenpachi Zaraki- Orange Orchid- boldness, pride and success

You peered up over your easel, looking at the figures in front of you. Strong arms and legs, a clash of bokken hitting one another in the dojo. You were painting figures in action for your latest art gallery in the Seretei, you thought no better place to study would be the private dojo of the Eleventh Division. Yachiru peered up at you from her place in your lap, watching you paint. A sly grin on her face as she spoke, “Isn’t Kenny doing great?”

You grunted in response, eyes peering up again to look at your boyfriend, Zaraki Kenpachi. The relationship was fresh, born from your brother being in the Eleventh and you needing somewhere to practice for your gallery. It was one evening you had come to the dojo, the last rays of sun shining through the window accentuating his features- raven black hair, muscular toned body and a feral grin that had caused your heart to beat erratic. He had become your muse in that moment, it was then you boldly asked, “Will you be my boyfriend?”

The boisterous laugh with a smile in your direction would be a memory forever engrained on your soul.

You now spend most of your time here, between the teasing of Ikkaku and Yumichika, painting the object of your affection. Yachiru twirled the orange orchid you had brought from your private garden in her small hands, eyes shining at the progress of your latest work, “If you keep drawing Kenny, you’ll make the rest of us jealous!”

A shadow eclipsed you then as Zaraki peered over your easel, the sweat that dripped off of him running through your paint. You clenched your jaw at that, watching your work sullied. It was when he snatched the orchid from Yachiru’s small hands with a quizzical look asking, “What the hell is this?”, that you snapped.

“A flower you oaf!” you retorted, and the dojo fell silent. Your usual calm demeanor turning into one of anger, something that only Zaraki brought out in you. How he loved it when you yelled at him, challenged him with a quick wit and slurry of insults.

He glared down at you, “Why the hell did you bring such an ugly thing to my dojo, huh? You tryna’ pick a fight?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t know beauty if it struck you in the face, Zaraki!”

 He had ruined your painting with his sweat and now here he was crushing the flower you wanted to give him between scarred fingers. You stood then in haste before speaking, getting on your tip toes infront of him.

“I feel you’re trying to piss me off today. Why can’t you just be a good subject and get back to training!?” you hissed. He grinned down at you, enjoying the anger in your eyes, your usually calm demeanor in shambles from so few words. It was then you felt it, his warm lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. They lingered for a moment as hand tucked the flower behind your ear.

“I don’t need flowers, I have you.” His words led to a gaudy applause from the men in the room with hoops and hollers praising their captain. You couldn’t stop the flush on your cheeks as you made your way back behind your easel sitting down in silence, your knees felt too weak to stand any longer.

“You heard her, get back to training! Give her a real show!” he ruffled your hair before turning back to the men. His gentle touch had you pressing a hand to your forehead, savoring the feeling. Oh yes, you were but an artist with their muse even if that muse was currently throwing his men wildly around the dojo.

Ichimaru Gin- Snapdragon- grace, strength, andsometimes deviousness

“Whatcha got there?” a serpentine figure leaned over you as your ran your hands along the tops of stems and petals walking along the field full of yellows and pinks. It was a beautiful spring afternoon, sometimes you snuck out from Captain Aizen’s careful gaze out to the Rukongai districts. The longing for moments of quiet had led you to this field, even though a snake had followed.

“Snapdragons,” you responded idly, tracing a finger along the curves of the blossoms, squishing the little face of the flower between a forefinger and thumb. You had no idea how they had ended up in the Soul Society, but you were grateful to see something so familiar from your past life, nonetheless.

“You like ‘em?” Gin leaned closer, his foxlike grin curling upwards in your face once you turned to face him. “Not really. They just remind me of someone…” you continued your walk, unconcerned with his teasing as he kept pace with you.

“Oh yeah? Remind yah of who?” genuine curiosity gave him away causing you to grin. “It’s a secret. You know what those are right, Lieutenant Ichimaru?” his smile fell a smidge at your question, his unshifting eyes never telling you the truth, he remained silent as you both continued to walk.

You felt it then, the burning sting of a bee grazing your finger and a hiss escaped your lips as you pulled away cradling your forefinger. “Uh oh, see what happens when yah don’t share?” Gin’s smile widened at the tears that threatened your eyes from the sting, you bit your lip not responding as you brought your finger to your lips to suck the stinger out.

Before you could, however, a slim hand snatched your own. Thin cool lips wrapped around your finger as Gin sucked on the sting. You gasped in surprise at such an act, at how crystalline blue eyes met yours. A flush worked a way up to your cheeks; he hummed at that, watching with a predatory eye. You shivered, wondering how such a strong and graceful man could be so deceptive. He let go as soon as he was satisfied with your reaction, lacing his hands behind his head once more.

“Will yah tell me now~?” he teased as you looked the other way. You did not respond, not trusting the words that may spill from your lips if you opened them. You continued walking, picking up the pace and leaving him behind in the field. A small smile forming as you brought your finger to your lips.

“Aw yer no fun!” he called out after you. While you’d never truly understand Gin you could enjoy these small moments together.

Izuru Kira- Blue Hydrangea- apology, forgiveness, and regret

“What are you doing?” An exasperated sigh could be heard behind you.

“Saving the hydrangeas!” you exclaimed, raising your voice to reach over the rain. It was a humid summer day in the Third Division gardens. A day where the rain brought reprieve, cool droplets against your warm sweat soaked skin. It made no difference how your hair clung to your cheeks or how your shihakusho was muddy and soaked through. No, you were on a mission. Albeit a bit selfish one.

“What, why!?” Lieutenant Kira Izuru said, the wagasa above his head created a shadow that accentuated the dark circles under his eyes. How many days have you watched now? Watching him in despair as Gin Ichimaru left the Third without a trace, his betrayal ran deep in the lieutenant. Yet, Kira still carried on. Carried on the duties of a man absent of a leader, filling in the roles he was never trained for. Many nights you caught him up late still working on documents while the rest of the division slept, this task in the garden was nothing compared to what he had done.

“Let me shoulder some of your burdens Lieutenant,” you spoke, pulling at the weeds. The gardens had fallen into ruin; the persimmon tree did not bear fruit. The flowers hung their heads; the weeds and vines overtook the roots of the hydrangeas causing them to no longer bloom. Your hands burnt where you ripped, determination between your shoulder blades as you tugged. Kira had no need to feel such guilt for his actions. It was something set in motion prior to him ever joining the Third Division or Shino Academy, no one blamed him, yet he still shouldered it.

“What are you talking about!? How is helping the hydrangeas going to help me?” He huffed, staring down at you, watching how you smiled even with mud and bits of leaves covering you. “Because they remind me of you, they make me want to show my gratitude for all you’ve done for us as the Third. For the peace you’ve brought us amongst the chaos and your perseverance in the storm,” you responded in a matter-of-fact tone, gazing up at him.

The flush rising up his neck to the tips of his ears was not missed as he turned away, pretending to cough. The rain stopped then, the wagasa extended over your head, the downpour drowning out whatever words he was saying.

“Huuuh? What? I can’t hear you, Lieutenant!” you cupped a hand to your ear, straining to hear something. He crouched next you then, the flush still evident but a small smile on his face, “So…how do we help the hydrangeas?”

“Glad you asked, I-zu-ru!” you giggled as he grumbled about your teasing. While you could not bear all the burdens you could help him rebuild his own bit of happiness.

Ukitake Jūshirō- Plum Blossom- resilience, perseverance, and the beauty of life blooming even in harsh conditions

The twilight of late winter brought out the twinkling of stars as you looked above towards the sky. Your breath left your lips in the form of white clouds as they ascended into the branches of the plum blossom. The light snow fall swirled around you both as you walked, Jushiro holding your hand tightly, providing warmth to the tips of your fingers.

“Is something wrong, my sweet?” His voice dripped with such affection as he gazed down at you, reaching to wrap the shawl tighter around your form. “I just worry for you in this cold is all…” your voice trailed off. Even in small moments his health remained the forefront of your worries, you were an apothecary by trade and while you lived to serve everyone who needed it - you wished for nothing more than to find a cure for your husband.

“Don’t now, let’s enjoy the night. The sweet smell of blossoms is as much of a luxury as is the peaceful time we now share.” His words rang true, you smiled up at him as you continued to walk. Yes, how you enjoyed the small reprieve, moments to joke and share. Outward affections hidden in the privacy of the tree trunk. His hands wandering to your hips and chest, his lips pressed firmly against any skin shown.

You were grateful to have such a gracious lover, it brought hope to you that this would last well into the future. An unknown inevitable with the Captain of the Thirteenth Division. You caressed his cheek as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, your nose, your cheek. A giggle erupted from your lips, “Jushiro stop! It tickles!”

“Should I kiss elsewhere…?” his pupils were dark and large as he gazed down at you, a flush to his usually pale skin. You felt shy at that, at such outward lust and love. Your stomach flipped when he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer into the mess of roots at the base of the tree. His hands were calloused from years of battle yet his heart remained tender, how blessed you were to have his affections you thought.

“I think my lips may suffice,” your voice shook with nerves as you batted your lashes back up at him. He grinned cupping your cheek and meeting your lips with his own. You both moaned at the passion, how his tongue danced along yours his hands holding you from slipping away. Yes, how blessed you were to have a man with such perseverance and resilience even with frail health. The future he would help shape for the Soul Society was one of purity and grace, you clutched him tighter as his passions grew more intense in the forest. You knew then that you would never let him go.

Hirako Shinji- Sunflower- joy, happiness, and loyalty

“C’mon Shinji, say cheese!” you exclaimed, only taking the selfie when he showed off a toothy smile. You were glad to have the day off from work, to be able to go on a date with your boyfriend and even happier there was a sunflower field just outside Karakura Town.

You tugged him through the rows of sunflowers; bright petals turned to the clear sky and light breeze of the summer day. The smell was intoxicating, especially when you could share it with your beloved. “C’mon babe don’t pull me too hard now, lets enjoy the view,” Shinji spoke, clutching his hat as you tugged him along, excitement overtaking you. How could you not feel such excitement? This may be the last date you have with him, he would be returning to his position as captain of the Fifth Division once more. Who would you gossip with? Rummage through record stores with? Share all your meals with? There was a selfish ache in your heart that not even the brightness of a sunflower could outshine. No, you would miss him, but you understood his responsibility and the shadows he carried with him. Not even you could erase those.

You finally stopped at the edge of the field, sweat on your brow and huffing slightly from the sprint. Your lungs burned, your throat hurt, and tears dared to form in your eyes as you thought it over.

“Hey now…” Shinji began, “What’s gotten into yah?”

You couldn’t face him, you couldn’t stand to make this the last day you had together, but you sniffled nonetheless before beginning your speech. “You just remind me of a sunflower yah know? You always stand so strong in the face of adversity, you always have. While I may not know everything, I do know you’re a good man Shinji Hirako and I am glad for our time together even if…” your voice broke as you dropped his hand. How foolish of me to be crying in a field of sunflowers, you thought.

Arms enveloped you from behind, the warmth of his chest on your back and a breathless laugh in your ear, “Worried ol’ Shinji gonna just up and leave huh? Nah you’re my girl now, no matter what.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as he spoke on, “Glad to see you think of me so highly though, means a lot. Really.”

You nodded, pulling out of his grasp so you could hug him back, breathing in his scent mixed with the summer sun. “Thought you were gonna say I’m tall and slender or somethin’” he mumbled after a moment. You laughed at that, “Yeah you might break with a strong wind!”

He laughed too, “You know what’s never gonna break? These hips baby-Ow!”, he grumbled as you playfully smacked him on the chest. Yes, you’d miss your loving loyal idiot.

Aizen Sōsuke- Red Rose- love, beauty, and passion

“Is something wrong?” his eyes met yours in the shadows as you stared at the object of your awe. A single rose had bloomed miraculously within Hueco Mundo. You had only seen it in one of his books before you had departed, in passing you mentioned it, and now here it was in your grasp.

“It’s just so beautiful.” You twirled the flower between your fingers, ran the petals over your lips. It smelled otherworldly compared to the cold and arid smell that permeated Las Noches.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Aizen twirled a lock of your hair in his hand, his eyes drifting elsewhere though he lay bare next to you. You would not be jealous, you had chosen this path from the start, back when Shinji Hirako was your captain and you a girl with eyes for the lieutenant. You would follow Sosuke Aizen anywhere, even into the deserts of Hueco Mundo. You had thrown it all away for the smidge of his affections and he had graced you with countless nights of passion.

Your eyes momentarily left the flower to gaze upon him in all his perfections. Defined muscles and flawless skin, his handsome face wore a smirk at your lechery. Amusement danced in the pools of his eyes, the moonlight capturing his divine form. Your body grew warm once more, an ache that neither your mind or body could stop. He plucked the rose from your grasp then, bringing to his own nose. He a small sigh of pleasure escaped his lips, “Do you know the language of flowers, my love?” he raised a brow as you shook your head.

He told you then, between tender caresses to your body with that rose. Your skin growing gooseflesh as he outlined his lust in pretty words and poetry. Spoke of foreign nations and histories. Between your legs, grasping plush thighs, he schooled you in all the meanings of a rose. Passion, beauty and love. Your heart clenched as you met him readily, your lips dripping salacious moans of worship and praise.

He laid back once more, pulling you towards him, “You are mine, correct?”

You nodded in earnest; he still held the rose in his hands as he grazed your skin once more. The flower trailed from your stomach to the swell of your breasts before meeting your lips.

“Remember this about roses my love- “his husky voice a sadistic whisper in your ear, you felt it then with a gasp. A thorn had grazed your kiss swollen lips.