What She Needs
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Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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5,827
Reviews:
54
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Bonus...
So I had a dream about this....I really did and it made me laugh...so I decided to post it up. I'm not really good at writing comedy so *shrug* whatever. I guess you could say this is a side snippet in our girls'
lives.
Anyway thank you for your wonderful support and reviews and I hope you enjoyed this story.
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The day was crispy and cool, a wonderful Autumn day that filled Soul Society. The dim warmth of the
weak sun was currently warming a chilled Hanataro who stood in the 4th Division’s main office
currently scanning a list of Things to Do. It had been about a month and half since that Aizen
creature had wreaked havoc within Soul Society. But everything had returned to normal, Unohana
had finally awoken much to everyone’s joy. The calm healer filled everyone with hope again and
Soul Society returned to its duties with nothing so much as a scar to bare testament to those
awful three weeks.
Except not everything returned to the way it was…
Hanataro took off down the hall as he headed over to 10th Division starting on Task 1. Passing the
main gates he made his way to the office whistling as he ran about doing errands. He was almost to
the main office when he heard a loud thump…followed by another one and another one just as a loud
moan came from just around the corner of the main division offices.
Startled and confused, the naïve Hanataro stepped forward and turned that corner to get an eyeful
of a certain blond lieutenant half undressed with a very big, very scary Zaraki pressed against her.
Matsumoto moaned loudly as Zaraki kissed her neck, licking it as he supported one of her legs in
his hands, holding her against him. He growled against her neck as his free hand clenched around
one of her large breasts.
“Ah…Kenpachi…….mmmmmff….” she dropped her head back to lay against the Division wall, her mouth
falling half open to pant as her grey eyes glittered sultrily beneath her half closed eyes, his
firm mouth sucking and worrying at her neck just the way she liked it.
“Your so hot Ran, so fucking hot I want to fuck you right now!” he groaned low against her neck
muffling half of what he said. “No…no….nothing’s stopping you” she purred heavily.
Hanataro stood rooted to the spot, his face a fire engine red just as it dawned on him…Zaraki-taicho
would probably kill him for seeing Matsumoto and him this way. He swallowed hard as a bolt of fear
induced adrenaline and he choked on a squeak. Taking a trembling step back just two pairs of eyes
turned to notice him…
SHIT Hanataro’s blood ran cold as he swore Zaraki’s eyes narrowed with hatred. But the small
healer didn’t wait around to see anymore and he turned tail and ran for his life. OH MY GOD OH MY
GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HE’S GONNA KILL ME I’M GOING TO DIE…DIE…I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! He ran for his life, sprinting from what he was sure was a blood thirsty demon from the pits of hell… i.e. a very unhappy Zaraki.
Poor Hana, he ran and ran and found himself across Soul Society at the 13th Division. He finally ducked
into an open room with a trembling hand against his chest. He was breathing hard and afraid for his life
as he dropped against the wall full of paranoia. He had shut the door behind him and was in the process of passing out when the door flew open again give the poor healer another heart attack.
Renji stepped into the room with a certain Rukia Kuchiki in his arms, he was kissing her and not really
paying attention to where he was going until he laid her over an empty desk in the room.
“Oh Renji!……” Rukia sighed as he kissed down her neck, one of his hands caressing her breast while the
other cupped her rear, squeezing both with zeal. Hanataro’s eyes widened and his mouth opening in horror
as Abarai started to tug at the younger Kuchiki’s belt, his hand sliding into her kosode to tug at her
nipple making Rukia gasp. Her own hand ducking into his uniform to fondle his hard muscles. The redhead
groaned into her mouth as she panted. His hands driving her crazy but she just continued moving down his
body, rubbing her hands all over him before she wrapped her legs around the tall redhead waist. Tightening
her legs she urged him closer squeezing him against her hips, her feet hooking behind him. He moaned
heavily against her lips as his hips fitted against her, solid between her legs.
“Hurry…….up…..R…en..ji…” Rukia breathed huskily into the room. Renji had just finished unbelting her
uniform tie when Hanataro twitched to life, alarmed at the rapidly undressing couple in front of him.
Suddenly it dawned on him… Renji Abarai was a lieutenant and Rukia was Kuchiki-taicho’s little sister
and they would both probably kill him for being witness to her undressing…never mind the circumstances.
His eyes widened as visions of his body being ripped apart by Senbonzakura…or smashed down by Renji’s
bankai…or getting hacked to pieces by Zaraki danced through his head as he moaned unhappily and dashed dramatically from the room, slamming the door open as he once again bolted for his life. Renji turned
just in time to see a rapidly running Hanataro before Rukia blinked. She shook her head and just
dragged him down for another kiss.
Hanataro didn’t feel quite so lucky as he ran for his life, sure now that two pissed of captains
and a lieutenant were surely after him like hellion beasts sent to torture him.
“Oh no……….momma I love you……Taicho please give me a good burial and…..” he was cut off as he slipped
into 8 Division’s office and came face to face with……..Nanao. She was sitting face forward on a certain captain’s lap her head thrown back to rest on his shoulder as she panted, Kyoraku’s hands on her breasts
and hiding them from view as he kissed her neck.
“AHHHH!” Hanataro sobbed and turned right back around and ran off. “TAICHOOOOOO SAVE ME!” he cried in
fright as his fear multiplied. He was sure, completely certain that three captains would kill him for
seeing their women half naked. He dashed back to his own Division praying Unohana-taicho would protect
him. He ran at such breakneck speeds that would have even impressed Yoruichi.
He skidded through the streets barreling passed divisions before sliding into the Relief Station’s main
office hoping Isane could tell him where his Taicho would be…
No such luck. Isane herself was laying on a sofa with a very interested 11 Division Third Seat laying
between her clothed legs. Hanataro saw his whole life flash before his eyes as Ikkaku seemed to move
in slow motion, his head rising from Isane’s chest to turn slowly, ever so slowly toward him. It was
like a perverse horror film, everything slowed down as Madarame turned to look Hanataro in the eyes.
Hanataro froze, rooted to the spot as Ikkaku’s eyes met his just as his heart seemed to freeze in his
chest. He trembled and sobbed in fright before dashing back out the door. He couldn’t concentrate
passed his irrational fear as he ran down the hall to enter the Division’s main office. Running into
his captain he froze for an instant as relief flooded his system and he threw himself behind her with
a cry.
“UNOHANA-TAICHO!”
The calm captain stood still for a moment before she looked behind her at her cowering 7th seat
officer in confusion. “What’s wrong Hanataro-kun?”
“IsawMatsumotoandZarakikissingandstuffandtheysawmeandIranandZarakiisgoingtoKILLmeandsoIranawaybut
thenIsawRenjiandRukiaontopadeskandIhadtorunsonowRenjuandKuchikitaichoaregonnaKILLmebutthenIraninto
NanaoandKyorakuandthenIsaneandIkkakuandtheyreallgonnaKILLMEBECAUSEISAWTHEMHALFNAKED!”
He sobbed in fright, talking a mile a minute as she looked at him quickly processing his jumbled up reply. “Hanataro-kun did you actually see anything incriminating? I sure you didn’t stay long enough
to see really anything. So don’t worry alright. I’ll talk to the girls about it.
Nodding in understanding Hanataro stilled for a minute as relief flooded his system just as he stiffened
and toppled over, faint from fear and adrenaline. Above him Retsu Unohana smiled bemusedly before she
gently lifted him up in her arms and took to a empty bed in the Relief Station.
~*~Shinigami Women’s Meeting~*~
The Shinigami Women’s Meeting was held once a month and all female captains and lieutenants attended
to discuss how best to de-masculine-ize Soul Society. And this week they were re-designing the ugly,
modsoul capsules that were now being kept because of Ichigo finding out that they were fully sentient
souls and couldn’t be just thrown away anymore.
~*~
“So it’s decided then that all Modsoul capsules will be divided into three categories Pinko (a cute
bunny rabbit) Chino (a cute little duck) and Ichigo (meaning strawberry- a cute little mouse).
I will give this to Akon and he’ll design it for us. If there isn’t anything else the meeting is
adjourned.” Nanao spoke from the podium in front of all the women, a pretty little pinwheel hair
pin delicately placed in her bun. Just before everyone left Unohana-taicho spoke up. “I’d like to
speak to you Nanao-fukutaicho-san, Isane-fukutaicho-san and you Matsumoto-fukutaicho-san. Kuchiki-san
please wait a moment please.”
Rukia had come in place of Renji since there was no women available to attend this particular meeting
this month from 6th Division.
As everyone filed out the remaining women looked at Retsu curiously as she waited for the door to
shut after Soifon who was the last to leave.
“Ladies…I’ve learned about your current intimate partners from a very odd source.” She began looking
each of them in the eye. “Being in love is nothing to hide but neither is it something to blatantly show everyone who just happens by.”
The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees and four women flushed brightly as Unohana-taicho remained her usual calm self. “One of my healers managed to happen upon everyone of you engaged in
matters best left behind closed doors. He was very distraught, afraid for his life as I am sure you
know very well is a possibility judging from the possessiveness of your lovers.”
Retsu turned to eye Isane, Nanao, Rukia and Matsumoto each individually giving weight to her words
before she continued calmly. “Please don’t put anyone else’s life in danger by exposing them to your
unclothed anatomy and please don’t make love in plain sight of anyone else. I understand your desire
to experiment but I would not like to have to defend my healer’s life or anyone else’s from one of
your angry lovers because of your lack of modesty. Or if not that then pacify your lovers yourself
so that it won’t be an issue for anyone else.”
Nanao looked down, the light glinting off her pinwheel hair clip, her cheeks tainted red as she
planned out exactly how hard to hit Shunsui over the head. Next to her Isane blushed tomato red
“Hai Taicho” she promised meekly. Matsumoto blushed gently and nodded just the same as she remembered
the actual incident and how she had to demand Zaraki keep kissing her and not run off after the
fleeing Hanataro.
Rukia was flushed so pink that it was all she could do to just nod as the calm and collected Retsu
looked each of them in the eye making everything so much more uncomfortable.
“Thank you ladies please don’t let them get out of hand, I know each one of them can be very
dominating but ultimately realize that you hold their leash…” She winked and rose to leave,
leaving the four women behind.
They turned to look at each other curiously, their faces still pink. “Well I have to go hit
him over the head” Nanao waved goodbye as she walked out, the crystals on her hair pin
glimmering as she left.
“Rukia and Isane just left muttering meekly under their breaths leaving Matsumoto behind.
“Hm I know that hair pin was Kyoraku-taicho’s. And Rukia’s with Renji but Isane? Isane,
Isane whose your man?” She wondered as she stepped out of the meeting. She headed out towards her
division just as a certain Ikkaku Madarame passed by with a bouquet of wild flowers clutched in
his fist. He face was cherry red and his other hand was on his sword as he dared anyone to comment
on the fact that he was carrying a bunch of flowers.
“Hey Ikkaku! Who’re the flowers for?” Rangiku asked with a sneaking suspicion. The tall third seat
turned to her, his blush darkening even more. “Isane-chan” he told her before he turned the corner.
Matsumoto grinned at the unusualness of it all before she turned into 11th Division instead.
Maybe I’ll convince Zaraki to give me some flowers she grinned knowing full well all he had
to do was kiss her and then flowers wouldn’t really matter all that much.
^_^
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You have all been wonderful readers, reviewers and supporters. You truly have no idea how your
reviews make my day...so thank you again and I hope you've enjoyed reading this story.
"What She Needs" is actually the most difficult story I have ever written, my first het,
multi-chapter and it royally kicked my butt. It also took me the longest to complete.
So I have to thank you for sticking with me over these 2 and a half months while I
worked out the kinks and smoothed everything over.
I'd love to hear any critiques, advice, praises, or problems because then I can work to
fix it and become a better writer.
Hugs and kisses, whips and chains,
Dani
lives.
Anyway thank you for your wonderful support and reviews and I hope you enjoyed this story.
*************
The day was crispy and cool, a wonderful Autumn day that filled Soul Society. The dim warmth of the
weak sun was currently warming a chilled Hanataro who stood in the 4th Division’s main office
currently scanning a list of Things to Do. It had been about a month and half since that Aizen
creature had wreaked havoc within Soul Society. But everything had returned to normal, Unohana
had finally awoken much to everyone’s joy. The calm healer filled everyone with hope again and
Soul Society returned to its duties with nothing so much as a scar to bare testament to those
awful three weeks.
Except not everything returned to the way it was…
Hanataro took off down the hall as he headed over to 10th Division starting on Task 1. Passing the
main gates he made his way to the office whistling as he ran about doing errands. He was almost to
the main office when he heard a loud thump…followed by another one and another one just as a loud
moan came from just around the corner of the main division offices.
Startled and confused, the naïve Hanataro stepped forward and turned that corner to get an eyeful
of a certain blond lieutenant half undressed with a very big, very scary Zaraki pressed against her.
Matsumoto moaned loudly as Zaraki kissed her neck, licking it as he supported one of her legs in
his hands, holding her against him. He growled against her neck as his free hand clenched around
one of her large breasts.
“Ah…Kenpachi…….mmmmmff….” she dropped her head back to lay against the Division wall, her mouth
falling half open to pant as her grey eyes glittered sultrily beneath her half closed eyes, his
firm mouth sucking and worrying at her neck just the way she liked it.
“Your so hot Ran, so fucking hot I want to fuck you right now!” he groaned low against her neck
muffling half of what he said. “No…no….nothing’s stopping you” she purred heavily.
Hanataro stood rooted to the spot, his face a fire engine red just as it dawned on him…Zaraki-taicho
would probably kill him for seeing Matsumoto and him this way. He swallowed hard as a bolt of fear
induced adrenaline and he choked on a squeak. Taking a trembling step back just two pairs of eyes
turned to notice him…
SHIT Hanataro’s blood ran cold as he swore Zaraki’s eyes narrowed with hatred. But the small
healer didn’t wait around to see anymore and he turned tail and ran for his life. OH MY GOD OH MY
GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HE’S GONNA KILL ME I’M GOING TO DIE…DIE…I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! He ran for his life, sprinting from what he was sure was a blood thirsty demon from the pits of hell… i.e. a very unhappy Zaraki.
Poor Hana, he ran and ran and found himself across Soul Society at the 13th Division. He finally ducked
into an open room with a trembling hand against his chest. He was breathing hard and afraid for his life
as he dropped against the wall full of paranoia. He had shut the door behind him and was in the process of passing out when the door flew open again give the poor healer another heart attack.
Renji stepped into the room with a certain Rukia Kuchiki in his arms, he was kissing her and not really
paying attention to where he was going until he laid her over an empty desk in the room.
“Oh Renji!……” Rukia sighed as he kissed down her neck, one of his hands caressing her breast while the
other cupped her rear, squeezing both with zeal. Hanataro’s eyes widened and his mouth opening in horror
as Abarai started to tug at the younger Kuchiki’s belt, his hand sliding into her kosode to tug at her
nipple making Rukia gasp. Her own hand ducking into his uniform to fondle his hard muscles. The redhead
groaned into her mouth as she panted. His hands driving her crazy but she just continued moving down his
body, rubbing her hands all over him before she wrapped her legs around the tall redhead waist. Tightening
her legs she urged him closer squeezing him against her hips, her feet hooking behind him. He moaned
heavily against her lips as his hips fitted against her, solid between her legs.
“Hurry…….up…..R…en..ji…” Rukia breathed huskily into the room. Renji had just finished unbelting her
uniform tie when Hanataro twitched to life, alarmed at the rapidly undressing couple in front of him.
Suddenly it dawned on him… Renji Abarai was a lieutenant and Rukia was Kuchiki-taicho’s little sister
and they would both probably kill him for being witness to her undressing…never mind the circumstances.
His eyes widened as visions of his body being ripped apart by Senbonzakura…or smashed down by Renji’s
bankai…or getting hacked to pieces by Zaraki danced through his head as he moaned unhappily and dashed dramatically from the room, slamming the door open as he once again bolted for his life. Renji turned
just in time to see a rapidly running Hanataro before Rukia blinked. She shook her head and just
dragged him down for another kiss.
Hanataro didn’t feel quite so lucky as he ran for his life, sure now that two pissed of captains
and a lieutenant were surely after him like hellion beasts sent to torture him.
“Oh no……….momma I love you……Taicho please give me a good burial and…..” he was cut off as he slipped
into 8 Division’s office and came face to face with……..Nanao. She was sitting face forward on a certain captain’s lap her head thrown back to rest on his shoulder as she panted, Kyoraku’s hands on her breasts
and hiding them from view as he kissed her neck.
“AHHHH!” Hanataro sobbed and turned right back around and ran off. “TAICHOOOOOO SAVE ME!” he cried in
fright as his fear multiplied. He was sure, completely certain that three captains would kill him for
seeing their women half naked. He dashed back to his own Division praying Unohana-taicho would protect
him. He ran at such breakneck speeds that would have even impressed Yoruichi.
He skidded through the streets barreling passed divisions before sliding into the Relief Station’s main
office hoping Isane could tell him where his Taicho would be…
No such luck. Isane herself was laying on a sofa with a very interested 11 Division Third Seat laying
between her clothed legs. Hanataro saw his whole life flash before his eyes as Ikkaku seemed to move
in slow motion, his head rising from Isane’s chest to turn slowly, ever so slowly toward him. It was
like a perverse horror film, everything slowed down as Madarame turned to look Hanataro in the eyes.
Hanataro froze, rooted to the spot as Ikkaku’s eyes met his just as his heart seemed to freeze in his
chest. He trembled and sobbed in fright before dashing back out the door. He couldn’t concentrate
passed his irrational fear as he ran down the hall to enter the Division’s main office. Running into
his captain he froze for an instant as relief flooded his system and he threw himself behind her with
a cry.
“UNOHANA-TAICHO!”
The calm captain stood still for a moment before she looked behind her at her cowering 7th seat
officer in confusion. “What’s wrong Hanataro-kun?”
“IsawMatsumotoandZarakikissingandstuffandtheysawmeandIranandZarakiisgoingtoKILLmeandsoIranawaybut
thenIsawRenjiandRukiaontopadeskandIhadtorunsonowRenjuandKuchikitaichoaregonnaKILLmebutthenIraninto
NanaoandKyorakuandthenIsaneandIkkakuandtheyreallgonnaKILLMEBECAUSEISAWTHEMHALFNAKED!”
He sobbed in fright, talking a mile a minute as she looked at him quickly processing his jumbled up reply. “Hanataro-kun did you actually see anything incriminating? I sure you didn’t stay long enough
to see really anything. So don’t worry alright. I’ll talk to the girls about it.
Nodding in understanding Hanataro stilled for a minute as relief flooded his system just as he stiffened
and toppled over, faint from fear and adrenaline. Above him Retsu Unohana smiled bemusedly before she
gently lifted him up in her arms and took to a empty bed in the Relief Station.
~*~Shinigami Women’s Meeting~*~
The Shinigami Women’s Meeting was held once a month and all female captains and lieutenants attended
to discuss how best to de-masculine-ize Soul Society. And this week they were re-designing the ugly,
modsoul capsules that were now being kept because of Ichigo finding out that they were fully sentient
souls and couldn’t be just thrown away anymore.
~*~
“So it’s decided then that all Modsoul capsules will be divided into three categories Pinko (a cute
bunny rabbit) Chino (a cute little duck) and Ichigo (meaning strawberry- a cute little mouse).
I will give this to Akon and he’ll design it for us. If there isn’t anything else the meeting is
adjourned.” Nanao spoke from the podium in front of all the women, a pretty little pinwheel hair
pin delicately placed in her bun. Just before everyone left Unohana-taicho spoke up. “I’d like to
speak to you Nanao-fukutaicho-san, Isane-fukutaicho-san and you Matsumoto-fukutaicho-san. Kuchiki-san
please wait a moment please.”
Rukia had come in place of Renji since there was no women available to attend this particular meeting
this month from 6th Division.
As everyone filed out the remaining women looked at Retsu curiously as she waited for the door to
shut after Soifon who was the last to leave.
“Ladies…I’ve learned about your current intimate partners from a very odd source.” She began looking
each of them in the eye. “Being in love is nothing to hide but neither is it something to blatantly show everyone who just happens by.”
The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees and four women flushed brightly as Unohana-taicho remained her usual calm self. “One of my healers managed to happen upon everyone of you engaged in
matters best left behind closed doors. He was very distraught, afraid for his life as I am sure you
know very well is a possibility judging from the possessiveness of your lovers.”
Retsu turned to eye Isane, Nanao, Rukia and Matsumoto each individually giving weight to her words
before she continued calmly. “Please don’t put anyone else’s life in danger by exposing them to your
unclothed anatomy and please don’t make love in plain sight of anyone else. I understand your desire
to experiment but I would not like to have to defend my healer’s life or anyone else’s from one of
your angry lovers because of your lack of modesty. Or if not that then pacify your lovers yourself
so that it won’t be an issue for anyone else.”
Nanao looked down, the light glinting off her pinwheel hair clip, her cheeks tainted red as she
planned out exactly how hard to hit Shunsui over the head. Next to her Isane blushed tomato red
“Hai Taicho” she promised meekly. Matsumoto blushed gently and nodded just the same as she remembered
the actual incident and how she had to demand Zaraki keep kissing her and not run off after the
fleeing Hanataro.
Rukia was flushed so pink that it was all she could do to just nod as the calm and collected Retsu
looked each of them in the eye making everything so much more uncomfortable.
“Thank you ladies please don’t let them get out of hand, I know each one of them can be very
dominating but ultimately realize that you hold their leash…” She winked and rose to leave,
leaving the four women behind.
They turned to look at each other curiously, their faces still pink. “Well I have to go hit
him over the head” Nanao waved goodbye as she walked out, the crystals on her hair pin
glimmering as she left.
“Rukia and Isane just left muttering meekly under their breaths leaving Matsumoto behind.
“Hm I know that hair pin was Kyoraku-taicho’s. And Rukia’s with Renji but Isane? Isane,
Isane whose your man?” She wondered as she stepped out of the meeting. She headed out towards her
division just as a certain Ikkaku Madarame passed by with a bouquet of wild flowers clutched in
his fist. He face was cherry red and his other hand was on his sword as he dared anyone to comment
on the fact that he was carrying a bunch of flowers.
“Hey Ikkaku! Who’re the flowers for?” Rangiku asked with a sneaking suspicion. The tall third seat
turned to her, his blush darkening even more. “Isane-chan” he told her before he turned the corner.
Matsumoto grinned at the unusualness of it all before she turned into 11th Division instead.
Maybe I’ll convince Zaraki to give me some flowers she grinned knowing full well all he had
to do was kiss her and then flowers wouldn’t really matter all that much.
^_^
*********************
You have all been wonderful readers, reviewers and supporters. You truly have no idea how your
reviews make my day...so thank you again and I hope you've enjoyed reading this story.
"What She Needs" is actually the most difficult story I have ever written, my first het,
multi-chapter and it royally kicked my butt. It also took me the longest to complete.
So I have to thank you for sticking with me over these 2 and a half months while I
worked out the kinks and smoothed everything over.
I'd love to hear any critiques, advice, praises, or problems because then I can work to
fix it and become a better writer.
Hugs and kisses, whips and chains,
Dani