#bleach captain

"Captain Kyōraku, do you ever say no to your wife?"

Shunsui glances sideways at the Fifth Division Captain, apprehensive expression lost in the shadow of his straw hat. "You're gonna have to be more specific," he drawls.

"She's quite formidable. Surely a Lieutenant of the Thirteenth Division doesn't get told 'no' often."

"Surely." Shunsui crosses his arms, squinting out at the training grounds to assess the forms of their subordinates as they train. "Is this why you insisted we work together today, Aizen? To theorize about my marriage?"

Sosuke smiles pleasantly. "Of course not. I simply thought my Squad could learn a thing or two from your own."

Shunsui takes the strange encounter back to your bedroom soon after, unable to withhold it. "Y'know who was asking about you today?"

You're flush against your husband's body, bare skin cooled by the soft breeze passing through an open window, sheets tangled at the foot of the bed: afterthoughts in your lovemaking. The room smells of your combined pleasure, and you can feel his seed seeping from you — cunt still clenching occasionally, seeking what had filled it so perfectly just minutes ago.

"Don't tell me it was Yama," you frown, "I'm not avoiding him like he claims … I'm simply … taking a break from seeing his face."

Shunsui snorts, well aware of the nasty disagreement you had with The Commander over two weeks ago. He steers the conversation away from it, sparing you from guessing further. "Not Yama. Sosuke."

You raise a delicate brow. "Captain Aizen of The Fifth?"

"Uh-huh."

"…asked about…me?" Shunsui nods his head, eyes glued to the way your slender fingers trace delicate patterns on his broad chest. "And what exactly was his inquiry?"

"He wanted to know if I ever deny you."

You still, imaginary drawing of a cat abandoned. "Deny me?"

Shunsui nods, thumb brushing your waist before he pulls you on top of him, crooked smile painting his features. His thick cock — softened by exertion, but still daunting in size — rests snugly against your sticky folds. "As if I'd ever deny my beautiful wife, who takes me so well." You blush at his praise, rolling your hips for emphasis as he starts to harden once more. "If anything, I overindulge you."

"No such thing," you murmur, arousal pooling in your stomach as you press your lips firmly against his. He slides a hand down the curve of your spine in response, huffing as you grip his base and notch it against your entrance.

"My greedy woman. Insatiable," he mumbles into your mouth.

"I'll stop if you want me t—ah—" your lips part as he sheathes himself into you slowly. The cum he'd been so insistent on filling you with, now misplaced, drips down his shaft as he stretches you inch by pleasurable inch.

"Aizen wouldn't say no to you either," he breathes, "not if he felt you — like this — so tight." You let him set the pace once he fully slips in, rolling your bodies together, jaw set with concentration. You can't help but giggle at his lovedrunken ramblings: "asking about you like he knows anything about this," Shunsui scoffs, "I'd like to see him try to …. mnf … give you even an ounce of what you deserve."

His pace is languid, but he's still hitting all the right spots, squishing against your gummy, sensitive walls that must have his shape imprinted upon them after all these years.

"Would you want to see him try?" he asks, "I would. I want to see him try to resist my sweet wife's perfect — haah — sweet pussy — squeezin' me like a virgin still."

Your mind was made up the moment Shunsui mentioned another man's name in your bed. The Fifth Division Captain had never paid much attention to you, and in turn, you reciprocated the disinterest; but you suppose he's handsome, and clearly Shunsui's all hot and bothered by the idea. You kiss him deeply, messily: a silent agreement … a mutual decision.

As the week progresses, you quickly learn that Sosuke Aizen's courting process is … strange. When men pursue you, they approach you as they would any other woman: they use their charm, participate in your flirtatious little games … some will be so bold as to mention your husband, not quite believing that the Eighth Division Captain is so generous, but once you assure them that he's okay with it, they resume as normal until either you or Shunsui invite them to your bed.

Aizen, however, does not even acknowledge your existence. He goes directly to Shunsui, treating a night with you as if your husband were your handler, and you a common whore to be sold. It wasn't a bad thing, necessarily … just an interesting change of pace.

According to Shunsui, Aizen tried to bargain his way into having the encounter take place in his private quarters — but that was wholeheartedly refused. Shunsui likes your suitors to be surrounded by accessories of your married life as they take you: your husband's slippers, his hairbrush, the jewelry he's gifted you, photographs … reminders that you are not truly theirs, that that your legs are only spread because he allows it.

However, while his first request got shot down, his second did not: Shunsui agreed to not participate.

Traditionally, it was Shunsui's prerogative to join whenever he pleased. Sometimes he'd watch and wait until you were alone again to touch you … other times he'd join in half-way through, or on particularly trying nights, immediately. But, amused by Aizen's boldness, and curious to know what it would actually feel like to be denied his wife by someone else's hand, Shunsui complied …

… and that is how he finds himself on the receiving end of Bakudō 63 in his own bedroom. Can he break out of it easily? Yes. Will he? He'll try not to, even though he's practically salivating at the sight of you tied up on the bed … shifting impatiently as Aizen fills out reports on Shunsui's desk.

Both you and Shunsui look pretty pathetic, staring doe-eyed at each other, completely 'helpless'. The air in the room is thick, charged by sexual tension that has been building for almost an hour. Shunsui assumed 'denying you' would mean some light teasing … withholding an orgasm, perhaps … he did not think it'd mean neglecting your body altogether, leaving your thighs slick and ready and wholly unused. Shunsui truly believes it's a crime to not take advantage of your current state, yet here Aizen is…

"Sosuke…" Shunsui warns finally, jaw tense, "I think it's time to —"

Shunsui's words fall silent as he's hit with yet another Bakudō spell, paralyzing him this time, mouth included. He huffs, eyeing you with caution, to which you blink miserably in response, desperate for any kind of touch. It isn't for another ten, arduous minutes that Aizen finally stands, sorting his papers into a neat stack before glancing toward Shunsui with a bored expression.

"Your pet is poorly trained … and overly enthusiastic." He stalks toward you in long strides, inspecting your nude form in an almost clinical sense, pushing each knee down so you are spread before the two Captains.

Unlike Shunsui, you are constrained by more physical means than Bakudō — you assume for dramatic effect — mouth gagged with cloth, hands bound by rope that will surely leave welts on your wrists with how long they've been dragging across the thin skin there. Despite the neglect you are, in fact, dripping with arousal … the anticipation making even a brush of his fingertips across your inner thigh feel euphoric.

"I bet it takes you far more to get her in this state, Kyōraku," he teases, "why waste the effort when you could just ignore the little slut and let her get all worked up on her own? She'll thank me for every touch, now … thank me for using her body as I see fit." He unties you and removes the cloth, covered in your spit, from your mouth, walking away from you — again — and toward your husband, who's conveniently clothed in a black robe, having thought it would be off by now and that he'd be balls-deep in his wife.

Ah, how wrong he was.

Aizen opens the robe, smirking as Shunsui's cock, monstrous and heavy and leaking, slaps against his abdomen. "Oh dear," he mocks, tossing the drool-saturated fabric on top to cover it. "Here … pretend this rag is her her whorish mouth. Should hold you over."

Shunsui moans at the sensation, dick twitching as the damp cloth settles over it. Aizen mumbles something along the lines of "pathetic dog" before returning to you.

Without warning, he slides two long, ice-cold fingers into your weepy, clenching hole. You're practically vibrating at the sensation, pulse loud in your ears, stomach tightening as you're finally touched. But, as soon as it comes, it disappears, leaving you teary-eyed with frustration.

"Sosuke, please —" a loud slap lands on your cunt, eliciting a sharp gasp from you, and only increasing your desire.

"I'm your superior … in both rank and circumstance. Address me as such."

You hesitate, glancing past his shoulder toward Shunsui — but another slap to your messy cunt draws your attention back. "Look at me, not him. He's an embarrassment to the Seireitei. Letting a Lieutenant dominate him." One more slap, even harder this time. Your legs tremble.

"I-I don't dominate him—"

"He would do anything to be touched by you right now. Isn't that right, Kyōraku?"

You watch your husband nod miserably from his seat, silenced by force. He must be enjoying himself to some extent, though, because he still hasn't even attempted to break free … dedicated to overcoming the challenge that Aizen presents.

"Kyōraku, if I release your legs, I bet you'd spin in a circle if that meant you could rut against your bitch like a mutt. Is that right?"

Again — Shunsui nods, cheeks red with irritation, but eyes gleaming. His legs are suddenly free, and he shoots up, eyeing Aizen expectantly.

"Two circles for me, dog," Aizen orders, "and then you may have one second with her."

Both you and Shunsui are so desperate, so turned on that you don't even question the power imbalance this man has brought into your bedroom. Both you and Shunsui are perfectly capable of extracting yourselves from the lazy restrictions placed upon on you, yet neither of you are fighting against them; you're simply falling victim to this puppet master's whims.

The mighty Captain of the 8th Division walks in one, two, small circles before he's looming over you like a man starved, chest rising rapidly as he nudges his aching tip up against your entrance —

And then his legs lock up on him again, and he's knocked onto the floor.

"I said one second," Aizen reminds him, "I'll unbind you so you can walk back to your little chair. Don't try anything."

With much resentment, Shunsui obliges. He rises once more, shoulders back proudly as if trying to reclaim his dignity, all while Aizen opens his haori and unties his shihakushō, revealing lean musculature and a pretty cock, long and erect and well-groomed.

You much prefer Shunsui's girth and untamed nature, but the stark contrast between your husband and this other Captain turns your core molten as he kneels onto the bed, positioning himself at your pulsing entrance. Shunsui stops to watch — just within reach — finally unbound …. but with one harsh look from Aizen he's dragging his feet back to his seat.

You gasp as Aizen enters; it's an easy glide, not because he's lacking in size, but rather because of how much sticky, syrupy arousal is pooled around your untouched sex, sweet and wanting. And just when you think he's going to start to fuck you like you've been patiently waiting for … he pulls out.

"C'mon Aizen," Shunsui mumbles in your defense — heart breaking a little at your crestfallen expression of being empty yet again, "she's been patient enou—" Shunsui is silenced once more, limbs paralyzed, mouth included. His eyes, at least, are free to roll.

"On the floor," Aizen commands you sternly, "on your knees." You oblige: relieved, at least, that his attention is still on you. Aizen positions himself so Shunsui has a full view of your knelt form. "Open."

You follow orders, expecting him to slide his length past your lips, but instead he sticks three fingers inside meanly. "I've heard good things about this mouth," he murmurs aloud, "and throat." Your cheeks ruddy with embarrassment as you crane your neck to look back to your husband for reassurance, but Aizen palms your skull to tilt it back to him. "We talked about this before. Don't look at him."

You pout, blinking tears from your eyes, lip wobbling just enough to be visible, but not so much as to look forced. You think it's cute — and Shunsui would have thought so, too — but instead of garnering pity, it earns you fingers jabbed down into your throat before you're pushed into something more akin to a bow than a kneel.

"She really has no manners," Aizen admonishes Shunsui, "I don't even think I want to fuck her."

Your eyes widen in horror. You lift your head — only for him to press his heel onto it and keep you bent in submission. "Beg for it and I'll reconsider … pet."

At this point you've forgotten the meaning of the word 'dignity', big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Shunsui might be even worse — in physical pain at the view of your glistening cunt from this angle, and not doing anything to help you but watch. He hates this. He loves this. He hates Sosuke Aizen — especially in this moment. He loves you.

His dick hurts.

"Pleease," you whine, "Sosuke —" he steps down a little harder "I-I mean C-Captain Aizen … please …"

"If I let your husband go, do you think he'll behave, too?"

The floor is cold against your flushed cheek. You nod your head slowly beneath his step, and suddenly you're released — his foot returns to its rightful place beneath him, and his Bakudō against Shunsui fades, too.

"If you touch yourself even once, Kyōraku," Aizen cautions, "you're both watching me fill out reports for the rest of the night."

"This is my house," Shunsui huffs petulantly, but doesn't argue. You glance over your shoulder, eyeing his cock with ravenous hunger, dreaming of how it would feel inside of you right now —

But Aizen's having none of that. He grabs your hair and lifts you back onto your feet, pushing you so you're folded over the bed, feet on the ground and head buried into the sheets.

"Please please please," you gasp, unabashed and despairing, "I'll do anyth—" with a sharp snap of his hips, Aizen's buried into you again, his hand flat on your lower back. He's a snug fit, hitting just the right angle to have you spasming against him, sensitive and eager … and then he pulls out again, pulling you up by your hair so you're leaning against his chest.

"Captain Aizen," you sniff miserably, "please…"

"Please what?"

"Please … fuck me"

"Will you apologize?"

Your brows pinch together in confusion, "for what—"

You're suddenly shoved down onto the bed once more, forced into a painful arch by his bruising grip. He spreads you apart, spitting on the tiny pink star of your ass, making your eyes widen. "Sunny has oil in his drawer—"

"Who?" You can tell he's unimpressed by the nickname you gave your husband centuries ago. You gulp.

"Shunsui…"

The tip of his cock notches at your entrance. You try to wiggle away but he holds you firmly in place. "Try that one more time."

"C-Captain Kyōraku…"

"There it is." Aizen backs away, leaving you void of touch yet again. Your heart drops to your stomach, entire body in agony as it's denied once more. "Kyōraku, get the oil she's talking about and I'll let you touch her again."

Shunsui practically leaps up, wanting to do nothing else than rescue his pretty wife from her torment. "Longer than a second this time," he bargains huskily. "Gimme at least a minute with her."

"Fifteen seconds."

"Forty-five."

"Thirty."

"Deal."

In a bizarre moment of intimacy Aizen runs his fingers through your hair, but his motive becomes apparent when a tiny amount of pressure is applied to the top of your head, smooshing your cheek into the covers so you can't look up at your husband as he walks by. You see his muscled thighs, though — and the heavy cock that swings between them — and you're nearly ill with desire, eyes watery with frustrated tears. Aizen's thumb traces circles onto the flesh right beneath your ear, but the tender touch is distant and cold.

Shunsui returns, hovering close to you as he hands the bottle of oil to Aizen. As soon as the exchange hits your ears — and the cork pops from the bottleneck — a familiar hand, calloused and comforting and firm, presses into the back of your thigh, rubbing it sensually. You buck into the touch, only for it to be slapped away.

"I didn't say you could touch her yet," Aizen admonishes the Captain.

"You said thirty seconds."

"Ah — but there's still one condition."

"Which is?" Shunsui's tone balances on the sharp edge of a blade, no longer entertained by Aizen's games. He saw your tears as he passed; he has noticed how your reiatsu, usually well-contained, is spiking … and he, too, is out of patience, loosening the hold on his own spiritual energy: a warning.

Aizen, though, is unbothered. Amused, even. "Beg me."

Shunsui will walk in stupid little circles to entertain Aizen. He'll stay quiet, he won't touch himself … all in the name of 'foreplay'. But he will not beg to claim his own wife — a wife that was clearly past the point of a good time.

"You know I'm not gonna do that," Shunsui scoffs. "I'm getting tired of this, Aizen. Name a different price or get outta here."

A silence stretches on for many unbearable moments. The proximity of Shunsui — his lingering touch, his scent — has you reinvigorated, leaning into your love for him instead of your hatred for the Fifth Division captain.

Aizen's measured tone snaps you back into the present."Pet, sit up."

You do as your told, too exhausted to do anything else. You're sitting on the bed, now — thighs clenching, lashes fluttering at Shunsui miserably. He reaches out to cup your face, but Aizen's hand intercepts. "Suck my cock, Captain Kyōraku. That is my new price."

Both your and Shunsui's eyes widen. Shunsui's lips flatten into a thin line as he inspects what's between Aizen's legs; the only thing appealing about it, to him, is that it's glistening with your juices. "I'm afraid I don't like touchin' anyone but her, so…no," Shunsui shrugs, "listen, Aizen, I think it's time you leave—"

The pressure in the room exponentiates, stealing your breath with its magnitude. Even Shunsui looks taken aback, his reiatsu flaring to life as he steps in front of you protectively. "Heh — that's new. Didn't know y'had that in you, Aizen—"

"On your knees or beg."

"I told ya, I don't touch anyone but my wife—"

"Then beg."

This is all getting a little out of hand. You know how prideful your husband can be; you don't want to see him plead for access to a body he's long since claimed. You also don't want him to get bullied into touching another when he clearly doesn't want to … and you certainly don't want a fight to break out — which could very well be where this is all headed.

"Please."

Both men snap their heads toward you: pitiful, concerned, and still alarmingly wet. You shift beneath their combined attention, blushing softly.

"Captain Aizen, I … I … please …"

A smug smile overwhelms his face as his glaze flits toward Shunsui. "Look … the pet is protecting its owner."

You slide closer to Aizen, jerking away as Shunsui tries to stop you. Something about the gold-star Captian oozes bad news and you just want him gone.

"He touched me for over thirty seconds," you whisper to Aizen, just loud enough for Shunsui to hear, bowing your head apologetically. "Forgive my husband, Captain Aizen."

He hums, aware that this overt submission is just an act … but accepting it is better than fueling the fire in the other Captain's eyes. He's already drawn enough attention to himself in this whole mess. Why did he even entertain the strange sex games of the Seireitei's most notorious couple in the first place? He's forgotten, especially as you guide him to the bed and lie down, spreading your legs boldly, grasping his wrist with a feather-light touch and guiding it toward your neglected sex.

"Please," you ask again, grinding against his palm. "Please fuck me Captain Aizen…I want you…." you grasp his cock from the base, wrapping your soft hand around it and dragging it uppppp to his head, thumbing at the slit, smearing his precum all over.

He's almost caught in your trap, but Sosuke Aizen is no fool. He knows what you're trying to do — and while he certainly isn't opposed to finishing what he started here in the first place, there is still a certain Captain he isn't finished with yet.

He sees that Shunsui's uncharacteristically aggressive stance has softened upon watching you dig your claws into your newest bedroom guest. The man starts to relax again, releasing his hair from its tie to run a tired hand through it. "That's m'wife for ya. Cockdrunk n' slutty. Be lucky you didn't scare her away." Shunsui reaches lazily for his own re-hardening cock, but Aizen can't help himself … he stops your movements sternly, refocusing on your husband.

"You can join us," he tempts, "or go back to the chair … with no touching. Your choice."

"My choice." Shunsui's words drip with murderous intent. "What's the catch?"

"Suck my cock," Aizen nods toward it, "for … three seconds — and then I'll share your wife."

Three seconds wasn't that long …. and the thought of being in your husband's arms again was far too tempting. You toss an imploring look his way, putting on your prettiest puppy dog eyes. "Sunny…" you implore, "…Sunny I wan' you…please…."

"Slurring her words … 'cockdrunk' seems apt," Aizen approves. "You heard her, Kyōraku. She wants you to do it. Surely you'd hate to … deny your wife?"

With a heavy sigh, Shunsui shrugs off his robe entirely, figuring that in three stupid seconds he'll finally be inside of you and that all the bullshit leading up to this will be worth it. Aizen presses two fingers into you as Shunsui approaches, scissoring open your dripping hole: an invitation … a promise to your husband: obey me and this will be your prize.

Shunsui sits next to you on the bed, thigh knocking against your own; his skin burns you, ignites you, heightening your senses even further as Aizen's dexterous movements continue. He leans over your lap, pretty, soft hair brushing your spread legs, glaring at the younger Captain as his face inches closer toward another man's cock.

"It was in your wife," Aizen mollifies, "so just see it as an appetizer—ah—" he curls his fingers inside of you as Shunsui's lips close around his tip. His tongue, strong and skilled, flattens out against the underside of Aizen, waiting for one, two, three—

As Shunsui goes to break away, Aizen pulls his hand from you and presses it onto Shunsui's curls, fingers sticky with your juices, forcing him down further. It only lasts for a half second before Shunsui's ripping free, giving the smug Captain a stern glower, before ignoring him completely and diving face-first into your cunt. He devours you, trying to wash away the other taste.

You're so wound up and sensitive that it takes hardly any time for an orgasm to overwhelm you, gushing into Shunsui's mouth with a strangled cry, chest heaving. The night devolves — or evolves, perhaps — rapidly after that. Aizen slips his cock past your lips and tests the rumors of your throat as Shunsui picks up the oil he'd retrieved earlier. Sticky, slobbery strings of drool hang from your lips as Aizen's movements grow increasingly abusive, using your throat as a sleeve for his pleasure as he fucks it relentlessly. In contrast, Shunsui starts to rub oil into your skin gently, lovingly — his touch tender and careful and reverent.

"Now that we're all friends again," he grumbles lowly, pouring oil down the small of your back, using his fingers to guide it toward your unprepared hole, rubbing it with his thumb gently, "Y'should try fuckin' her pretty cunt for more than a few seconds, Aizen."

"Maybe," Aizen huffs, eyes flitting toward Shunsui's movements. He's slipping one finger into your ass, probing it around, making you moan so perfectly, the vibrations hitting Aizen deep in the gut. Two sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head … three almost pushes Aizen over the edge. He tears himself away from your sinful mouth, adjusting his glasses with manufactured nonchalance.

He takes a few moments to collect himself, simply watching Shunsui prep you, mildly intrigued by the way your bodies meld and move as one as Shunsui splits you open on his fingers with one hand and circles your puffy clit sensually with the other. Your head falls back onto his shoulder, and it's as if Aizen has disappeared … a background character in this theater of passion.

The image of Shunsui impaling you onto his girth is obscene. His view isn't perfect, partially obscured by your trembling thighs, but he's seen the size of Shunsui, now, and the thought of that entering your rear entrance is nothing short of a miracle. He listens to your cries as your husband sinks deeper and deeper, Shunsui kneeling behind your slumped form on the bed, large hands full of your breasts as he buries his head into your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

It's … a sight, certainly. Not one Aizen thought he'd ever see, and not one he'd forget easily. But in this position he has the perfect view of your dripping pussy, making a mess on the bed … and no matter where his future ambitions take him, in this moment he's just a man, still beholden to the weaknesses that come with the human condition.

Without much thought his knees sink into the soft mattress. Shunsui hasn't bottomed out yet — still easing you down his daunting length — but Aizen doesn't care. He's pressing his cock up against your folds, jaw tight at the feeling. While you were easy enough to enter before, now you're clenching around air as you try to relax the other half of your body. Impatiently, he pokes and prods at you until he can finally slip into your warmth.

In a matter of minutes, what was once a bedroom steeped in tension has turned into a chorus of colliding skin and sensual moans. You're sandwiched between the two Captains, breath escaping in tiny pants as they fill you completely. Shunsui's biting into your shoulder while Aizen's staring at your gushy cunt, practically salivating at the sight of how it clings to him every time he slides out, only to suck him back in greedily.

Even now, though, the men seem to be locked in a battle of dominance. Their paces match in both timing and brutality, fighting for your attention with each thrust. Tears stream down your cheeks at the violent pleasure — at the way your body is boneless and pliant and cleaved in two.

Neither of them speak, either — not even your husband, who is usually so chatty. It's simply raw and primal, clashing teeth and bruising kisses, burning trails of raw skin beneath your fingernails.

Aizen stills first, cock pulsing as he reaches his peak, seed splashing all over your swollen, abused walls. He resumes his pace after a few moments, fucking it into you, hoping to leave his trace for days to come. Shunsui follows soon after, veiny forearm wrapped around your midsection and pulling your back flush to his chest, dominant hand closed around your throat and squeezing as you milk him for all he's worth.

Once Aizen has had his fill, slips out of you and stands once again, pushing his hair from his face. He re-dresses with detached precision, grabs his reports, and leaves without a single word.

Good riddance.

You feel Shunsui unwind immediately in his absence. He peppers your neck with little kisses, burying his sweaty brow into the crook of your shoulder. "I'm sorry," he mumbles. "I … feel responsible for that."

"It's okay," you whisper, letting yourself be pulled into a crushing embrace, sinking into his scent and comfort.

"I guess Aizen's point has been made, though … I do not like denying you," Shunsui admits, pressing his lips to your temple, "what kind of a man would I be if I rejected my perfect wife?"

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🌷Sometimes he'll tease you about always crying but it's all very lighthearted. If it makes you upset, though, he instantly panics

🌷One day you're being particularly energetic and pushing through training like a champ so he invites you to dinner afterward and leaves Nanao to deal with the squad 🤷‍♀️

🌷You get to know each other really well and it just kind of advances from there! :D

🌷He smells really good since he's always all flowery and it calms you down fast when you get worked up

🌷He can easily make you smile and you to him; it's cute and sappy but you both love it :>

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Kaname🦗Tōsen

🦗Uhm, so, he doesn't quite see anything, I'm sorry, but he does notice when you're always sniffling. It's kinda hard for him not to when everyone else is dead silent and he's talking; it just annoys him honestly because he doesn't know who it is

🦗Once he deduct that it's you and you're not sniffling because you're sick, he starts leaving tissue boxes near your little area on the training field

🦗He's not really into talking too much, but wordless things like rubbing your back or bringing you water are exactly his forte :)

🦗Tōsen feels like a slow burn, but when he finally finally asks you out? It's the first time he hugs you when you end up crying out of excitement 🫂

🦗He can be a gentle guy, until you ask him to train you. He's not going easy in that case... watch out for nasty bruises lol

🦗He's a great teacher and takes care to keep you fed and hydrated when you get home everyday, kind of a malewife ngl

🦗Kindhearted, and he learns to be soft with you. Which is contrary to his stiff ass hugs 🤦‍♀️

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Tōshirō❄️Hitsugaya

❄️At first, like Tōsen, your crying annoys him, but luckily for you, Rangiku keeps him from saying anything rude about it

❄️You start asking him for private training and it's during those sessions that he realizes why you cry so much

❄️The two of you grow closer as you train more together and he really does end up liking you a lot 🥰

❄️He quickly becomes protective over you the same way he is with his dear lieutenant. He catches so much as one person laughing at you, the whole squad is punished.

❄️Once your training gets more advanced, he starts to make it a little harder which you make sure to show you appreciate by uh... crying in his arms again🤦‍♀️

❄️Hitsugaya doesn't really like touching people, but, he sets up a couch in his office that's specifically for you!

❄️Very welcoming when you need him and always has what you need or is ready to go out and get it for/with you ❤️

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Kenpachi🔔Zaraki

🔔Dude, his loud ass is probably the reason you're crying in the first place 😒 but since Yachiru keeps him somewhat in line, you're much relieved when she scolds him

🔔Although, he is a nice guy, so when she says that to him, Kenpachi immediately comes over to apologize and is ready to compensate with snacks and whatnot

🔔When you actually work up enough courage to ask him to train you, you're definitely not prepared for him... 😬

🔔This man is not taking it easy anymore after your first few sessions uh-uh. But, he does feel really bad if he's too much for you

🔔See how big he is. His hugs are ethereal and he loves giving them! Perfect way to comfort your cries ❤️

🔔He doesn't do anything special when he asks you to date him, but, he does become very gentle with you from there on

🔔Very quickly becomes very protective and very good at comforting you :>

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Mayuri🤖Kurotsuchi

🤖You think he's gonna be nice? The moment he notices you're crying, you get scolded by this robot asshole

🤖Eventually Akon brings up why you cry so much and Kurotsuchi immediately starts wondering how you'd respond to his experiments... 😐

🤖Sometimes will compare you to Nemu, no one's really sure why he does this since the two of you really aren't that similar 🤦‍♀️

🤖You and Nemu become friends and she's always apologizing for her father but Kurotsuchi's just glad you two are friends :)

🤖You're likely never gonna date this weirdo. He's a bit too... mean to make a good partner

🤖He does start to get a little fatherly though and has this odd, kind of aggressive, way of comforting you? Idk man, he does his thing lol

🤖Whatever you do though, just stay away from his lab or else you're getting his tools trained on you-based experiments...

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Jūshirō⚔️Ukitake

⚔️ Tuberculosis man ❤️ He's got a lot of sympathy, so, the moment he notices you crying, he meets your eyes with a gentle voice and a soft touch

⚔️Though different kind, through mutual suffering during training, you two grow very close

⚔️He rubs your back when you cry and you his when he has coughing fits. It's really cute actually, and he's always very encouraging when you get worried or upset

⚔️You start dating after accidentally asking each other at the same time one random day during lunch

⚔️he trains you privately so it's easier to take breaks when needed and he's happy to help when you need his kind heart ❤️

⚔️He's such a sweetheart oml, always miraculously has everything you need when you need it everytime you need it

⚔️Honestly just wants to settle down with you. No Soul Reaper duties. No suffering. Just two sensitive souls and a big, comfy home, together

And finally, our former captain...

...Yoruichi🐈‍⬛Shihōin

🐈‍⬛At first this meanie teases you :/ She's not as mean as Urahara might be but she's really not the nicest

🐈‍⬛Her teasing doesn't last long though. As foxy as she is, this kitty is still a big softy at heart ❤️

🐈‍⬛Sher rarely agrees to train anyone anymore, but you're so cute and pouty she can't help but say yes when you ask! >-<

🐈‍⬛Like I said, Yoruichi thinks you're absolutely adorable. She just kinda springs on the idea of being a couple and is pleasantly surprised when you agree!

🐈‍⬛When you get emotional, like Ichimaru, she's awkward with comforting but her hugs are much better and warmer :>

🐈‍⬛She honestly loves when you come home and cuddle after a long day or training, great for winding down together

🐈‍⬛Definitely starts teasing you again further into the relationship, but she's much nicer and more loving about it lol

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Unohana is Choctaw, but Kurotsuchi is Osage (I know I draw a lot of people speaking Osage, but the only ones I really headcannon speaking it are; Unohana, Kurotsuchi, Nemu, MAYBE Akon, and Kenpachi except he only learned a bit if it to 1. Impress his babygirl (he's not impressed LMAO) and 2. Insult people)

Idea that her and Kurotsuchi gossip with each other on occasion