#bleach drabbles

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

April Drabbles - 5/30

Prompt: Sunlit

Pairing: Urahara x Fem! Reader

It’s rare that Urahara and you get to spend a peaceful morning together, with everyone still asleep in the house. A shy streak of morning light slips past the curtain, just missing the edge of the futon you were both lying on.

The quiet, sunlit room has a lovely glow to it, and you observe Urahara as he sleeps, blond locks falling into his face as his chest rises and falls in a tranquil manner, a childlike innocence to his face as he slept.

You pull the blanket further up his sleeping form. No need to wake him just yet. 

[blueparadis]

For your event aizen and first crush 💜

— ah ♡ Aizen. my favourite war criminal.

Aizen Souske and first crush 💜

gn!reader, smoking, fluff and feels.

Souske sees the world through a different lens. He sees rain and thinks what would oceans feel, would they rejoice at its arrival or mourn for its doom?

“ Isn't it the same thing at the end? ” , a voice turns up at the back of his mind. But with the fumes of his half - burnt cigarette that thought fades away.

He thinks having a crush, falling in love, giving in to lust more often than any one else. He thinks of them because he doesn't understand them. He thinks of them and then he doesn't, he doesn't because he sees something more enticing than all those things — you.

He watches you come and go, from here and there, taking rounds and orders, and . . . how are you not tired of doing this everyday?

How is he not tired of watching you everyday?

“Aizen. . . Oye . . . Aizen. . . Are you with me?

He isn't. For the first time, he isn't. For the first time he isn't a slave to his thoughts. For the first time he thinks of nothing and just watches you.

And then, when you vanish from his sight he can hear again : the honking of the cars, people bickering , children playing in the puddle and Shinji shouting at him.

“Yes. I can hear you. Loud and clear. Now.”

It's a privilege to watch such beautiful things without a single thought in mind. He likes it. He would like to have it more but then again,he wonders how the moment the raindrops touch the oceans they die.

So, would he remember you the moment he walks out of this café? Maybe he would, otherwise why does he keep coming back to the same café even if it's miles away from his home. . . just so he can remember you. He would, he definitely would just to silence that voice in his head.

[bleach-your-panties]

【b】【l】【e】【a】【c】【h】🧢🖋

SHUUHEI HISAGI

RENJI ABARAI

IZURU KIRA

ULQUIORRA CIFER

●juushiro ukitake

●toshiro hitsugaya

●byakuya kuchiki

●shunsui kyoraku

●ryuuken ishida

●ggio vega

●kaname tousen

●harribel tier

●suì-fēng

●yoroichi shihoin

●tensa zangetsu

【r】【e】【s】【e】【r】【v】【e】📓🖋

[[🎫reserved by @/sacredwarrior88]] (full fic)

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event info🖋

[torawro]

such a nasty depraved man but i can see him doing this 😵‍💫😵‍💫 what’s crazy is that he doesn’t even have to try to resort to trickery or deceit all he had to do was ASK or even just look at me and i would have let him fill me up with so much of his seed🤧🤧 who wouldn’t wanna have that man’s child

Title: “Heads up Baby” Urahara x Reader:

Synopsis: You’ve spent months picking out the perfect sperm donor for you, even consulting your trusted doctor, Dr. Urahara, all about how excited you are for the experience. What you’re not expecting is for him to take an interest in you…and your future child.

Tags: Slight stalker themes, public themes, degradation, dubcon themes, kinda insane urahara…. “Just the tip”, Breeding Kink.

Kinktober Masterlist

Urahara loves when he gets his way. Loves when all of his plans finally come into fruition and he gets what he wants. And what he wants is so easy- you made sure of that. With a cute lump of a baby hiding in that little tummy of yours, god he cant wait to fuck you later.

When you came in to his hospital, he knew he'd found the one. The one that would produce his heir and continue on his legacy. With big eyes, and struggling doubt settled on your shoulders, whispers of how many doctors you've been to and how it just wont take.

He made sure it took. He may have lied and even looked at candidates with you, but how are you gonna know that he just used his seed to impregnant that pretty body of yours.

He considered fucking you, but he knew- even without having you face down and whining- that it would take. So he didnt really have to put much effort. Sure was a joy when you came running in and hugging him with good news that you were having a baby.

But just because he used your body, doesnt mean he doesnt like you. With your pretty eyes, and squeezable thighs. Loves when you get all pitchy and moan his name. Even encourages the scratches on his back. It may have taken you awhile to get warmed up, but hes a patient man. He adores you, especially when you look up at him like hes your god when he has his cock in your mouth. Says that he'll be careful with you. That its only the tip and it wont even make you cry. He makes you beg for it. Even likes when you run, but he'll coo to you- yea its ok baby, you can take it. Wrapping his hand around your burgeoning tummy and throat. Cute when you squeeze and gush a little harder at that.

He'll be a good father, it is his kid afterall. Eventually you'll figure it out, especially when the child starts to look oddly familiar.

[paithology]

𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙀𝙓 ☆ ݁ ⋆

- What it's like to wake up next to your loving boyfriend.

Content warnings: Overstimulation, breeding, cnc

Men who appreciate every day they get to wake up to your gorgeous face and just love sharing a bed with you overall. Making sure your pussy is easily accessible to him at all times.

Every morning, the only thought that plagues his mind is your tank top stuck to your skin, exposing your nipples, the flush of your ass against your lacy panties, and the desperate look on your face when you wake up. It gives him a throbbing urge to sink his cock into your pussy.

He’d start with his hands wandering everywhere. from his arms wrapped around your waist to gripping your ass and rubbing you through your panties. 

Pulling them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. The feeling of his cock teasing your folds before he slides his cock in makes you whimper.

He can’t help but groan when your juices flow out as he pushes inside of you. You're just so wet. He loves fucking you from the side because it only makes his thrust deeper, hitting your spot every time.

He tries to silence your cries by shoving his tongue down your throat as you babble and whine about how you can't take much more. Your eyes are filling with pleasurable tears, and your mouth is welling with drool from overstimulation from the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot nonstop.

He rubs small circles onto your clit, ass swaying from the sheer force of his hips. He begins to get so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm His head is in the crook of your neck as he groans at the feeling of you clenching down on his overly sensitive tip.

After what feels like hours, you're reaching back to grip his hair, eyes rolled back. Just begging for him to fill you up again.

Suguru Geto , Choso Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu, Aki Hayakawa, Renji Abarai, Reno Sinclar

Work of: Paige, do not copy.

[short-yandere-stories]

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CW: Yandere behavior, forced imprisonment, brief mentions of NSFW / Non/Con, threats of violence

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your own triggers.

Happy birthday Aizen! I couldn't help but write a short little thing I love him. The Rock Musical is living rent free in my head and has done so since I watched it. The "Smile, Orihime" scene was in it too and I almost fainted seeing that in front of me on stage.

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The warmth of the palms of his hands burned through the white silk of the gown you were wearing, placed possessively on your waist.

Aizen was lounging in his throne, you perched uncomfortably on his lap in just the way he liked to have you. There was just something about having your soft, warm body close that stroked his ego just right. It was as much of a display of his power and authority for both the Espada and you alike -- a show of ownership.

Any time Aizen summoned the Espada to a meeting, you would be dragged into his lap, spending the meeting trying not to squirm around as large hands held your waist or fingers traced patterns into your thigh. It was humiliating, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

Making a scene wasn’t an option anymore. You’d tried to protest the first few times the ruler of Las Noches had forced you to sit in his lap during meetings. He’d been amused, but not at all bothered. A few words whispered into your ear in his smooth, baritone voice had your body freezing as your heartbeat picked up in fear before you reluctantly fell quiet and stopped squirming.

You knew all too well that Aizen made good on his promises and threats. You didn’t want your remaining family to suffer at the hands of Hollows or any of the Espada, nor did you want to spend more nights than you absolutely had to folded into a mating press as fucked you until he was satisfied.

There was no escape from Las Noches, after all. You couldn’t open a portal, and even if you somehow managed to get one of the Espada to open one for you, there was nowhere in the world that you would be able to escape Aizen. All you could do was obey and try to minimise the damage done to yourself or the people you cared about. You were no fighter. You had no powers. There was nothing you could do but let him do as he pleased.

You could feel Aizen’s smile press against the sensitive skin of your neck, no doubt knowing exactly what was on your mind. There was no hiding anything from him. You’d long since stopped trying. 

“Feeling powerless, pet?” Aizen mused, ignoring Nnoitora making a jab at Harribel, trying to rile her up. 

You didn’t grace him with a response, rebelling in one of the only ways you could. He chuckled, chest rumbling in amusement pressed against your back.

“If anyone, you’re the person with the most power here.” You turned your neck, looking back at Aizen with confusion on your face. He merely smiled.

“You’re the only one who controls my heart.” 

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: HE’S SO F**KING BIG THAT HE COULD CRUSH YOU & YOU LOVE IT (18+) (for Fem!Readers)

Writer’s Note: I came up with this on the fly thinking of getting pounded into my mattress by Zoro & how big n strong he is. He’d probably leave me all bruised & achy but it’d be totally fine with me! This is for the girls who adore the big bois. Enjoy! -Jazz

*******

“You’re…so…big…and…strong!”

Each word was punctuated by a thrust by your boyfriend hovering over you.

Correction: your very big, very strong, very sexy boyfriend hovering over you, his dick filling you to the brim and his big, veiny hands pinning your knees to your chest. You love it when he does this. When he shows you just how strong he is.

You can’t help but tell your man what he already knows, panting and raggedly moaning out this statement as he puts your ass straight into the mattress. A big, prideful smile stretches across his handsome face shining in sweat from constantly, roughly fucking your pretty brains out of your head.

“Yeah?” He teasingly asks. “Does my baby love gettin’ pinned down and fucked by her big, strong man?”

He speeds up, fucking you at a pace that has your pants and heavy breaths increasing. His cock seems to stretch you out every single he plunges back into the velvety, wet walls of your pussy that squelch and clench around him, gripping him and keeping him there inside of you.

“Yes!” You damn near scream out. “Yes, I fucking love it! I love gettin’ fucked by you, Daddy!”

You grip his hard, broad shoulders and pecs you could motorboat forever, digging your nails into his skin as he fucks you harder. Faster. Rougher. He smiles down at you, leaning down to press a passionate, searing hot kiss to your lips. “Good girl,” he whispers against your mouth.

He then tosses one of your legs over the other and begins to fuck you from the side, driving you up against the bed. Thank God the pillows are above you because your head would be knocking against the headboard at this point…but it is knocking against the wall every time he drives himself into you with all the energy and force he can muster.

You love it when he gets this feral. This uncontrollable. This unbound and unbridled with his strength. You can’t get enough of it! The way he can toss your body and limbs around like a salad, rip your clothes off (which he has), and use you as he wants to is everything you want and need.

You love feeling his big body on top of you, feeling his weight pressing down onto your body while your feet dangle from his shoulders and his dick pummels into you.

You love feeling his big arms wrap around you, making you feel oh-so small yet safe, his bulging veins prominent underneath his skin. You can’t resist the urge to run your fingers up them every time he snakes them around you or to tell him to squeeze you more.

He often gets nervous when you tell him to do this, especially during sex, but he does it, squeezing you to your little heart’s content. “Is this okay?” He would ask, concerned. “I’m not hurting you?”

“No!” You’d squeak out, smiling contently and feeling like a boa constrictor was hugging you. “Harder please!”

But you especially love it when he flips you over without even asking (because he knows you want it) and drills your shit from behind. His big body mounts you and his calloused hands grip your hips as he drives his hips into you again and again and again.

Sometimes, he forces you into his favorite position (face down, ass up) and locks your legs in with his powerful thighs while pounding your pussy from behind, sending you reeling like you are now. He has now tossed you onto all fours, ass tooted up and face pressed into the bed. His hands dig into your hips and the flesh of your ass that you can tell you’ll have bruises tomorrow.

But you don’t care. You can’t care. Not when the sex is this fucking amazing. Not when your pussy is squelching and dripping and gushing and singing around his beautiful, thick, fat, veiny cock.

“You’re the only one I do this for,” he pants out, transfixed by the way your ass bounces against him and the way your pretty pussy takes him. “Only you can make me this fuckin’ insane.”

You want to tell him the same thing. That his big body and even bigger muscles make you absolutely unhinged. His ripping abs. His bulging biceps and pectorals. His thighs that look like they could crush watermelons and you. The way his size and height make you feel so small even when standing next to him or lying in your bed with him which he sometimes makes you feel is doll-sized.

He’s just so goddamn big!

But your tongue is too tied and your words a babbling mess to reply. But he don’t give a shit. One of his big hands move to grip your throat while the other smacks your ass, leaving it stinging. “Give me your fuckin’ words, baby,” he huffs. “C’mon, my dick isn’t leavin’ you that speechless, is it? Let me know how you feel.”

And so you say the only words on your mind as your orgasm quickly begins approaching: “I-I-I love you!” You sob, open-mouthed and bawling into the mattress.

He doesn’t answer immediately, but when he does, you can tell he’s smiling: “I love you too, baby. Now make that slutty pussy cum for me.”

And as usual, when you cum, you cum hard all around his dick. And when he finally cums for you, he pins you down underneath his body and fills you to the brim with all of him. “Take it,” he demands. “Fuckin’ take all of me, baby!”

You do. You don’t have a choice. He is right on top of you, forcing you to take all of his cum deep inside of your pussy. By the time he finishes, you are both exhausted and his nut drips down your inner thighs, creating a pool between them that stains the sheets beneath you.

With a sigh, your man gently pulls out of you and flops down beside you onto his back. You turn your head toward him and admire his toned body with muscles carved from steel and stone glistening in sweat and adorned in the afterglow of a good, rough fucking.

Noticing your eyes on him, he turns to you and smiles, love and all the affection all woman could want in his eyes. “Okay?” He asks.

You tilt your head up and press a small, loving kiss to his lips, exhausted, achy, and oh-so satisfied. “Okay,” you sigh.

Dedicated to: Zoro, Bakugou, Geto, Gojo, Grimmjow, Sukuna, Law, Shunsui, Shanks, Toji, Aizawa, Ichigo, Nico, Kirishima, Nanami, Worick, Fatgum, Draken, Choso & any other beautiful, big man I’m missing lol

[aiizenn]

men who finger you under the table as you try to talk about your makeup routine to the camera — that was clearly live. little whimpers would fall from your throat as his pace increased, not giving you the chance to catch your breath. the filthy noises heard in the room besides the low music in the background. you attempt to push his hand away, yet he doesn't budge…his movements only make it harder to keep in your moans. the brush in your hand giving away how badly you were shaking.

“go on pretty girl, show ‘em how you get ready..” he whispers, his hot breath hitting your inner thigh. when you look up to the camera your face makes your followers worry. the buzzing from your phone is unstoppable; countless comments questioning if you were okay. “i’m okay everyone, just a small stomach ache” you answered. the noises decrease as you put the brush down and get the next beauty item. “so this is the concealer that aahh…” you’re cut off as you feel your boyfriend's tongue within your wet walls. his rough fingers spreading your lips, allowing for more than just the tip to taste your sweet nectar. beads of sweat start to drip from your face, the bright lights displaying it to the hundreds of people watching you.

your unoccupied hand reaches for his hair pulling him in more. the motion of his tongue was sinful, every thrust added more the coil in your stomach. moving your hips forward to get more friction, makes him chuckle. the vibrations adding unimaginable pleasure. “keep talking baby” he voices. the split second he removes his tongue, you pathetically whimper. “em sorry, as i was saying this is the concealer brand that i re-recommend.” you manage to say. “this is the technique tha-aghh” you feel three fingers in your dripping cunt, and his skillful tongue on your clit—flicking it. you drop the concealer and land both hands on his hair, small expletives turning into loud ones. wailing his name as your orgasm gets near, you look at the camera with pleading eyes then look up. his fingers reaching your spot, you’re about to cum until the camera and bright lights turn off and his fingers are removed. “only i get to see how you look when you cum, pretty girl.” he states as gets up. with his veiny hand wrapped around his veiny, thick cock.

༊ * · ˚ gojo, geto, gintoki, shinji, grimmjow, eren, &’ jean

[torawro]

damnnnn wtf when did i write this and why is it so good 😵‍💫 ichi and clothed sex? yes please

I’ll send it again bcz you lost it !! but ichigo + clothed sex

hey nonnie ‼️ i was hoping you saw my post and im so glad you did 🥹 bc i really wanted to answer your ask ! i think i would have still made a post about it anyway and hoping you’ll see but thank you for coming back to visit <3 first things first, to answer your initial question if i took requests, i was goin to say that formally i do not, bc i just don’t want to overwhelm myself with all the wips that i have in the filez rn and i just felt like it would be too much 😭😭 ofc i want to some day but atm i can’t :((( im super sorry about that . however this segues into my next point bc i do enjoy when people thirst in my inbox and i ( obviously ) want to address your delicious idea about ichi + clothed sex bc i totally agree with you: it would be so hot and he’d be soooooo good at it😩

note — ! this isn’t proofread and idek if this good or why i wrote this much LMFAOOO but enjoy ! same rules apply for minors / ageless blogs: do not interact.

ichigo is a lot of things.

he’s strong, a little rough around the edges, he’s capable, he’s smart, kind in his own unique way, pragmatic, gentle. . . . . you can name off a million things that ichigo was and how much each of those things meant to you.

one of those things what embodies the carrot topped man was his passion. his passion for anything that he did, he put his all into it, into everything he does it’s always a hundred percent effort from him. even when he feels like there’s nothing left in the tank, he’ll still keep going. this fact isn’t any different in your relationship. an intense passion, an overwhelming love for you seemed to leak through every pore on his skin; sometimes he didn’t know how to express it, for he felt like he would get embarrassed about it so easily . but there are times where ichigo would simply throw caution to the wind and dive in head first until the warm lake that is your embrace .

and this so easily transformed into desperation, where he didn’t have the patience to try and do things a certain way; he’d just do it. and that’s how you ended up on top of him, the pieces of fabric sheltering your skin were an oversized t-shirt of his that you claimed as your own, and a pair of deep blue boy shorts that were rubbing against your now wet, sticky sex as you slowly maneuvered your hips in slow, fluid motions, effectively staining the undergarments.

ichigo sat underneath you, his body tingling and buzzed at the sight and sensation of you straddling him. his heavy lengthy cock—only hidden by his your favorite pair of gray sweats— hardened immediately at the heat radiating from your core, and from the same warmth that emanated from the rest of your body and was infused with his own skin against yours. it penetrated his epidermis layer and burrowed itself into his veins, circulating throughout his entire body and set his whole being aflame, especially his aching loins.

he needed you. it was no longer a want, no longer a circumstance that he’d become complacent with. you were a necessity in his life and he wanted nothing more in this moment to be consumed by you, and to equally swallow you whole.

the desperation rattling your bones and controlling both of your grinding hips bumping against one another sent him into a frenzy. he wishes you could see how much of an effect you had on him, making him come undone in such a way. he almost found it annoying, but the aggressive need to show you how much he loved you, that need to feel you, that need to sheathe himself inside of you and let his seamen free inside of the tight confines of the ocean in between your legs— it was too much for him. it was too much but it was still just enough because he also loved seeing you like this: mouth parted, nipples erect, whiny garbled noises of his name leaving your lips. it made him feel all the more intense and he made it his new mission to exert that intensity on you as well. so you too can feel that fire in your stomach and in your veins.

“oh, fuck ichi . . . it feels s’good, sooo good,” you mewled against his neck and felt the palm of your hand trail across the valleys and hills of his sculpted abdomen. your movements shifted away from languid circular rolls of your pelvis into his crotch to more erratic, sharp grinding of your extremities against his pulsating cock. you could feel his length twitching at the sudden change of rhythm, and just as capable as ichigo was, he caught your new pace easily and outmatched it, giving you more pleasure than you can handle right now.

the tangerine haired man let out a loud guttural groan of your name, followed by a few profanities, which further licked your pussy in arousal and contract around thin air because you loved it when he couldn’t control himself with you. “i know it does, princess i know. y-you look so sexy grinding on me like this. . . did you know that baby? did you know how fucking good you look grinding on top of me like this? like a—fuck yeah just like that — like a little whore in h-heat?”

ichigo knew he was too far off the edge when his mouth got filthy and he added degradation in the symphony of moans and groans and ruffling of clothes against each other. his obsession with you was becoming too obvious now, it was leaking everywhere, including on the cotton material of his pants and on your pantie clad cunt.

without thinking, he reluctantly detached one hand that rested on the fat globes of your ass to grab your face, gently squeezing your cheeks together as he kissed you ardently. “say ‘yes’”, referring to his earlier rambling of questions, “say ‘yes i know’” .

you barely comprehend what he said because you were more focused on chasing your orgasm that was so quickly coming closer to your reaching grasp, but you did your best anyway. “y-yes, ichi !! yes i-i know. . . .!” the last syllable trailed off into a cry as his pillowy lips met yours again. after a moment, the two of you weren’t even kissing any more, you just breathing and moaning into each other’s mouths as your lips brushed against each other, and your hip motions began to move faster; your body began to bounce a little as ichigo started humping and thrusting upwards into your hot, clothed sex.

your mouth opened a little to speak, but all that came out was a high pitched moan and a sharp “fuck!”. but ichigo was so attuned to you he understood what that meant. “let go pretty girl, i know you’re almost there. you’re doin’ so good f’me, you can let go now baby. i will too.”

and he did, the moment you gripped on his bare, taut shoulder blade so hard he thought you’d break his skin barrier.

ichigo was indeed many things, and coming down from his incredible high, his hips not yet completely stilling , he realized he was also in love with you.

did any of this even make sense🧍🏾‍♀️

[teamatsumu]

What if the Seireitei had a Human Resources Department? And what if you were in charge?

Summary: With the kind of antics these shinigami get up to every day, it was only a matter of time before the higher ups felt the need to create an HR Department to deal with the day to day messes. Here’s a little drabble about how it all started

Word Count: 2,062

Warnings: swearing, bad humor, mentions of violence

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Sometimes it was hard to believe that the gods didn't have it out for you. Especially when you ended up in situations like this against your will and through no fault of your own.

The corridor was completely silent despite the amount of people that it held. It’s almost like everyone knew how fucked they were, and they were praying with every fiber in their bodies that somehow, they would not get killed at the hands of the Captain Commander today.

You stared at the large “1” written on the wooden doors in front of you, hands clasped so tightly in your lap that your knuckles turned white. Your heart was beating so hard it almost hurt your ribcage. Next to you on the bench, Ikkaku shuffled, and you resisted the urge to deck him across the face. He was injured enough as it was. And frankly, no punch you could land on him would do any good. You had zero hurting power in your body.

Once again, you wondered which otherworldly spirit you had pissed off to get where you were.

Squad 4 was supposed to be a safe choice. You had asked to be put in it for a reason when you graduated. Far, far away from the fighting and pain. No conflict. Just helping people, healing injuries and staying inside where there were no battles. You would take any amount of scut work over whatever the hell those other divisions got up to. And you were good at your job. You handled medical emergencies well, you were a boss at getting through paperwork. Lieutenant Isane would cry tears of joy at the sight of you almost daily since you were singlehandedly keeping the admin side of the division afloat on your own.

So why did it have to come to this?

After what seemed like an eternity, the wooden door cracked open with a deafening sound and a head poked through it. The Shinigami’s eyes scanned the crowd outside until they fell on you. You felt your throat knot. He gestured for you to come to him before disappearing behind the door again.

You stood up on shaky legs, deliberately trying not to look at everyone around you who was now staring at you with pity in their eyes, no doubt. You unintentionally caught eyes with Captain Kuchiki, a calm slate gray that seemed to settle your nerves just a bit. He gave you an almost imperceptible nod, and some strength returned to your legs. You were grateful he was there, despite him not having any involvement in the situation.

Well, it was his Lieutenant on the line so maybe some involvement.

The Shinigami led you down a long hallway silently, your almost numb legs following behind. You felt like a baby deer with how unsteady you were. What were baby deers called again? Foals? You had no clue. Your mind was fried at this point. You tried to send a short prayer to the gods above, but then you remembered they were the ones who put you here in the first place so maybe praying to them wouldn’t be too good of an idea.

The Captain Commander certainly had an air about him. The table he sat behind in his office made him look grand. The office was almost like a balcony, overlooking a magnificent view of the Seireitei that you would have loved to admire under less precarious circumstances. You kept your eyes on the desk he was seated at, bowing low and standing straight as a rod until the Shinigami who brought you there had shut the door behind him with a click that echoed in your very soul. Then, it was silent.

Yamamoto Genryuusai was looking at you with a hard stare. You felt the horrifyingly embarrassing urge to burst into tears.

“Explain.” He said.

What came next was the worst word vomit known to mankind.

It had started two days ago, as festivities for New Years were just beginning to unravel. You had been on night duty, a post you wouldn't wish on anyone. Holidays almost always ended up with someone landing in the Squad 4 barracks with injuries. A bunch of drunk soldiers with weapons and the ability to fight felt like a disaster waiting to happen. But what happened next was ten times worse than what anyone was anticipating.

The fight was pretty standard. Some drunk Squad 3 member had thought it would be a good idea to taunt Squad 11 members by calling them brainless idiots who only knew how to swing a sword. It was a fist fight that escalated when Yumichika and Ikkaku stepped in. Somewhere in the commotion, someone had broken a bottle of sake on Yumichika’s face.

This, of course, caused a complete meltdown on Yumichika’s part, who could feel the cuts on his face that would potentially leave scars. He lost his shit and proceeded to beat the crap out of everyone around him. A very, very drunk Ikkaku and accompanying Renji thought that was the best solution in their alcohol-addled minds. The rest was history.

What had landed into Squad 4 was over 20 extremely injured Shinigami, a flurry of broken limbs and blood. The biggest issue was that this had involved a Lieutenant and two seated officers. Once Captain Unohana got wind of it, it was all over. This kind of violence wouldn't fly under the strict Captain’s nose, and she had reported the whole matter to the Captain Commander. That immediately put Captain Zaraki and Captain Kuchiki’s asses on the line since it was their officers involved, and since you had been the attending who received every case in Squad 4, you were asked to report to the Captain Commander for a full explanation on the matter the following morning.

That morning, extremely hungover Ikkaku and Yumichika had shown up at your barracks, pleading with you to save them. Apparently their Captains had been furious, and both of them were being considered for a major demotion. And Renji? Lord, Captain Kuchiki would make sure Renji never saw the light of day again.

While you made them tea to try and stave off their headaches, Yumichika had given you an honest recounting of the whole situation, and it made your heart soften. They really had just been there to break apart a fight before Yumichika’s face got involved. And as you looked at his bandaged face, knowing full well the extent of the damage underneath, (you had been the one to heal him after all) you felt your heart swell in pity.

So you had agreed to the impossible task of trying to make them appear like the victims in this situation. In front of the fucking Captain Commander. What were you thinking? Curse your empathy and curse the fact that you had somehow befriended these people.

“So according to you, Fifth seat Ayasegawa was there to break up the fight?” Captain Commander Yamamoto’s voice was grumbly and low.

You nodded. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of your face and you were breathing hard. You twisted your fingers behind your back, jaw locked so tight it made your teeth hurt.

“You realize he was singlehandedly responsible for incapacitating 11 out of the 20 injured men?”

You closed your eyes. Fucking Yumichika. That fucker.

“He only responded to an extremely hateful and violent attack on himself, sir. He was not the instigator. As the healer who received him in Squad 4 barracks, I can guarantee that his condition was horrifying.”

“So you agree with his decision to retaliate the way he did?”

You shook your head immediately. “No, sir. I do not agree with it, but in the uh, inebriated state everyone was in at the time, including the sight of his comrades injured and charged comments against his Squad, I can understand why he acted the way he did.”

The Captain Commander appraised you under a weighted stare which made you gulp heavily.

“You have an admirable track record, Sixth Seat Y/L/N.”

What? You blinked, not knowing how to respond. He knew about you. Well, of fucking course he did. He couldn't have summoned you here with no knowledge of who you were. But being referred to by him unnerved you.

“Your account for the event of New Years Eve is very diplomatic.” He continued. “If I go off on what you have told me, I am left with no one to blame this whole situation on. It seems this will just be written off as an unfortunate accident.”

You nearly bawled.

The Captain General closed the file in front of him, leaning back and placing his chin on his bony knuckles. His eyes fell shut, yet you felt he was closely watching your every move.

“You may leave. And inform everyone that they will receive a written warning for their involvement. You will receive a letter too, but of a different nature.”

You nodded and bowed instantly, turning around to walk out of the office. When the door shut behind you, you choked on a gasp and keeled forward, resting your hands on shaky knees. Fuck. Fuck. That was so intense you could cry. You would cry, actually. The tears were coming on. You sniffled.

Someone cleared their throat and your head shot up, looking at the Shinigami who had led you here. He gave you a look that told you he knew how you felt, before gesturing you to follow him out.

On numb, trembling legs, you walked out of the Squad 1 barracks, immediately being greeted by all the parties in question. Ikkaku,Yumichika and Renji crowded you, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You looked at the half bandaged and swollen faces in front of you and felt the horrifying urge to laugh.

“You all will get an official warning. No lasting consequences.” You managed to choke out.

The air that lifted at your words left behind an atmosphere so light it nearly made you collapse, you swayed a little as you sat down on the bench, watching Renji collapse in relief while Yumichika slumped into a wooden pillar. Ikkaku was looking up at the sky like he had just received redemption from the gods themselves. You held back more laughter.

Captain Zaraki let out a heavy sigh and stretched, patting you on the head with a heavy hand in his show of thanks before shuffling off, hands deep in his pockets. Captain Kuchiki sat next to you on the bench smoothly, staring at his Lieutenant with disdain.

“I must thank you.” He said, not looking at you. “I was convinced this would end poorly. You have surprised me, Sixth Seat Y/L/N. And I assume you surprised the Captain General too. I have not known him to be lenient in the years I have worked in the Gotei 13.”

You stared at the Captain as he got up once again, each move as pristine as the last. He walked over to Renji and let out a pained breath at the sight of his Lieutenant.

“Stand, Renji. You will still face the punishment I have set for you.” He stated simply before turning to walk away.

“Yes, Captain.” Renji’s voice was small and muffled. The corner of your lip twitched.

Yumichika sidled over to where you sat, tears in his one visible eye.

“I love you.” He breathed, making you snort.

“I want you to stay as far away from me as possible from now on.” You stood up, feeling better now after seeing the relief your friends felt. You were of course, being dramatic. But you were sincerely so drained you wouldn’t mind sleeping for a week.

And sleep you did. In fact, you had completely forgotten the Captain General’s words until the next morning, when a Shinigami showed up at your barracks with a letter in his hand. You stared at it in confusion until you saw the name of the addressor on the envelope. Your eyes widened and your heart fell out of your ass as you remembered the words.

“You will receive a letter too, but of a different nature.”

With trembling fingers, you tore through the paper, frantic eyes trying to make sense of what you were reading. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What the fuck is a Human Resources Department?”

A/N: Should i make this into a series? Im contemplating it. Pls let me know!

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

April Drabbles - 21/30

Prompt: Bicycle

Pairing: Ichigo x Fem! Reader

“That’s it! There ya go!”

You wobble but eventually find your balance as you pedal on the bicycle steadily. It wasn’t easy admitting to your boyfriend you didn’t know how to ride a bike but he had been incredibly sweet and patient about it before offering to teach you. 

Ichigo claps his hands in triumph. “See? Told ya! Anyone can do it!”

You look around excitedly, thrilled that you could achieve this now, then realize how fast you’re suddenly going.

“Hey, Ichigo? How do I stop?” You call back to him. 

“Stop? Oh wait. Dammit.” He quickly runs after you.

April 2024 Drabbles Masterlist

divider by @/ saradika Prompts from @/ creativepromptsforwriting

[blueparadis]

Urahara Kisuke 💚

I really like this guy. Every appearance of him is just so adorable and just right in time in the weirdest fashion his brain can pull of !

Urahara Kisuke & first date💚

gn!reader, fluff, established relationship.

Of all the memorable moments of his relationship with you, first date with kisuke is always gonna be a memoriable one. It was not perfect, no roses and chocolates. Every thing was an absolute mess, both in time and place. What did go wrong? . . what did not ?

He was horribly late and all because he set the alarm wrong. Yes, he had to set an alarm since he wanted everything to be perfect, for his perfect lover. Not only that, he missed the train, one was his fault and other was cancelled.

On top of that, the network was not properly working that he would inform you that he is going to be late. When he reached at the place, he expected that you would be gone, perhaps would avert him at work from the very next day. He was swallowing every now and then, losing all his hopes but it sublimes when he sees you dressed in casuals, messy hair and baggy clothes.

It is a surprise to him. He expected you to be handsome, pretty and beautiful, like every other day when he sees you at work. The date started eating various street foods and talking about work : good , bad and spicy.

His heart beats escalated, thinking how odd it is that he wants to be in his best, wants this date to be best while you are fine with him peeling off your skin to expose your vulnerabilities to him. There was trust, too much for him to take but that's okay. He can work on this. He can work on this just fine.

It was a perfectly imperfect date, just like he secretly wanted.

[bleach-your-panties]

asking renji to step on your back❤️‍🩹⋱

tw: period sex🩸

wc: 668

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"Please, Ren?! It really hurts; I am in excruciating pain right now~" You wailed to your boyfriend.

Currently, you were lying on the floor curled up on your side.

During your monthly blood sacrifice, you often experience excruciating lower back pain that makes it feel like someone is digging a hot knife in it and just scraping across the expanse of your back.

Renji's face was twisted up in worry for you. Usually the pain would subside if you soaked in a hot bath or used your heating pad, but that didn't seem to be working tonight.

"But babe...you're so tiny," His tattooed eyebrows furrowed, "if I step on you, you might crack like a twig."

He wasn't wrong necessarily; being over 6'0 tall and close to 200 lbs, he could very possibly crack your back in half if he wasn't careful, but that was a chance that you were willing to take to get some kind of relief right now.

"Renji, please!"

"Alright, alright! Turn over..."

You did as he asked and a soft gasp left his mouth. The way your ass sat up in your new position was quite the lovely visual for him.

'Don'tgethornydon'tgethornydon'tget-',

He looked down at his crotch-

'Damn.'

Whatever he had going on right now was of very little concern to you, though. You just wanted the pain to end.

Renji gently pressed his sandaled foot down in the middle of your lower back, right above your ass cheeks.

"Yes, that's it! Right there, Ren! Harder!"

'NothelpingNOThelping' He blushed, his chest and ears growing hot. He pressed a little harder, digging his toes in, and you only got louder.

"Thank you, Ren...feels so good..." You were practically drooling.

Renji was happy that he could help to alleviate your pain, but hearing you moaning for him had him salivating in his mouth like a dog.

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"Yessss Renji, right there!"

"Yeah, right there, baby? Right there?"

He cooed into your neck while holding one of your legs pressed up against your chest as he stroked his fat cock in and out of your soaking wet hole.

The mixture of your arousal, his arousal, and the blood had both of you a slippery mess down below, but, using his brain, Renji had thought to put down a towel after asking you if you wanted to try having sex to alleviate the cramps that you were also experiencing.

He held you to his chest with one arm hooked underneath your armpit and the other circled around your waist so he could rub your tummy.

"You like this, baby? Does it feel good? I'm making you feel good?"

He nipped the shell of your ear with his teeth and trailed his fingers down to your clit before beginning to rub over the swollen nub with the pad of his thumb.

"Renji! Oh! RENJI!"

With the combination of his thrusts and the pressure on your clit, your body jerked in his hold and a stream of squirt shot up into the air while your legs trembled violently.

Your sudden orgasm tipped him off and soon he was filling you up with a long, thick shot of his warm seed.

He looked down at where you were conjoined and the sight of his cum running from your overstuffed cunt and down his blood-stained shaft had him hardening again quickly.

"Shit, baby! I wasn't expecting you to squirt. That's so hot, though." He grinned and kissed the side of your head.

After wiping you off with the towel, he scooped you up to bring you into the bathroom so he could run another hot, steaming bath for the both of you.

"I didn't think that you'd be into period sex..." You sighed and pressed your face into his neck, inhaling the deep scent of his cologne.

"Yeah? Well, what kind of warrior would I be if I didn't leave battle with my sword drenched in blood?" He smirked. You scrunched your eyebrows together.

"Don't...ever say that again..."

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it's flaring up as we speak ;-; - dividers by @/hitobaby

💗💗🍡°tagging: @hoesluvshanti @darkstarlight82 @kenpachisbrat @bakugosbratx @chifuyuskoneko @krenee1drful @prettybraat @j-u-u-z-o @brittscafe

[exchangestudentnova]

𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒚𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒚𝒂'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓.....

means that

you're the only one who can run your fingers though his hair

he'll be gentle with you while he trains you to wield a sword

he will personally tend to your wounds and bruises

you find a number of sakura 'petals' dancing around you as you go

the 'petals' will readily deal with a threat coming your way in his absence

he'll allow you to choose the fishes to be put in his fish pond

he looks forward to you entering his office when he works

he will admit an embarrassing memory in the rarest event in the privacy of your own room

you will catch him being all prideful when others appreciate or compliment you

he's at ease when he sees you getting along with the other squad members

your jokes genuinely make him chuckle

he does his work at night to keep himself awake until you're ready to get into bed

he takes out time from his busy schedule to celebrate your achievements

he loves it when you rest your head on his chest

he whispers "I love you" in your ear as he presses a kiss on your lips under the faint glow of the lamp at night

[yeowangies]

PAIRING: Kenpachi/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, Handjob, some power dynamics. WORDCOUNT: 583

Notes: Since I haven't had much time to write, I've been indulging in these short drabbles. And Kenpachi is just so........ yeah.

The slick sound of your hand sliding over Kenpachi’s cock was overwhelming your ears in the most wonderful way, his grunts and groans causing heat to pool in your abdomen. It was such a simple action, just your fingers squeezing and stroking his dick with curious enthusiasm, and yet it was giving you the highest of thrills. 

You had basically rendered a big man like Kenpachi useless. Standing in front of him, with just one hand wrapped around his erection, with fingers that couldn’t even touch with how thick he was, and yet he was speechless, breathing heavily, cursing with every twist of your hand. 

“Fuck yes, that’s it,” He panted, looking down with lustful eyes as you stroked him. “Keep going, just a little more.”

The tone in his voice didn’t make him sound like he was begging, more like demanding. But there was a tang of something that sounded so much like desperation, and you couldn’t help but smile, completely pleased with yourself. 

His hips jerked into your fist, seeking more of your touch, but you remained unfazed, keeping up the same pace, nice and slow, with a few harsh tugs. 

You had to strain your neck to look at him, barely reaching his shoulders with your height; yet you’ve never felt taller. He was such a sight, his uniform still on, his hakama pulled down just enough to let his cock out, the skin of his chest visible for you to admire it. 

When Kenpachi reached for you, roughly sliding his hand inside your uniform to cup your breast, you couldn’t help but tighten the grip on his dick, earning a wonderfully low groan from him. Warmth grew rapidly in your tummy when he harshly squeezed your tit before pinching your nipple. You bit your lip, a quiet noise ripping from your chest; impossible to hide it when he was touching you, tweaking your nipple for his own amusement rather than your pleasure. 

When you tightened your grip on the base of his cock, the grunt that escaped him was music to your ears. 

“Come on, baby,” Kenpachi panted, almost pleading, and your heart skipped a beat. “Stop teasing, give me what I want.”

You smiled widely, happy with his reaction, his voice dripping lust and neediness. His furrowed brows, adorned with a few beads of sweat, and his dark eyes fixed on you could not hide how much he wanted you to do something. You knew he was letting you have control, but it made you feel powerful nonetheless. 

Wrapping your free hand around the head, you squeezed enough to make his dick throb, pumping the shaft with your other hand. Precum made the slide easy, the wet sounds getting louder just like his groans were. His hips snapped into your fist as he neared his orgasm, the muscles in his abdomen tensing, and God, it was enticing to see him like that. You couldn’t wait to do it again. 

Kenpachi firmly gripped your shoulder as a way to anchor himself when he came, spilling his cum in your hands. The growl that rumbled through his chest made you so incredibly wet, it was hard to stand. You watched his face in awe as he came down from his high, panting heavily as his clouded eyes focused on you again. 

He smirked, the usual feral smirk he had when he was enjoying himself in a fight, before pushing your hands away and reaching for the ties of your hakama. 

[short-yandere-stories]

Can you please do a yandere kenpachi zaraki x reader pretty please 🥺🙏

Of course! Big strong scary man but softie inside makes my brain go wild. I have another request for him in the inbox, so have this softer one first, and I'll go a little more crazy with the other one later :>

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CW: yandere behavior, takes place post TYBW so spoiler warning, slight infantilization, unhealthy dependence, possessiveness, mentions of fighting, mentions of being severely injured

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your triggers.

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✧ Kenpachi is not used to nice things. Ever since he was a kid, violence and fighting was all he knew.

✧ So, naturally, at first, he has no idea how he's supposed to treat the newcomer who personality-wise definitely does not fit into the 11th squad.

✧ Of course, no one whose fighting abilities are not personally accepted by Kenpachi has no chance of joining his ranks.

✧ You barely know how you managed to impress him, in all sincerity. You were far from as strong as he was, but he must have sensed something about your abilities that made him accept you.

✧ Your persistence had been admirable too, Kenpachi had to begrudgingly admit. None of the other guard courts had been of any interest to you. You'd had your eyes on the 11th squad, and that was the one you were going to become a part of.

✧ Kenpachi Zaraki's squad is full of people who seem to have next to nothing in common, so in a weird way, you fit right in.

✧ At first, Kenpachi didn't pay it much mind. You weren't a seated officer and wasn't brought along on too many missions, but you were always looking after the others upon their return.

✧ He joked that you'd fit in better in squad 4 with the healers, and the venomous glare you'd sent him had been laced with so much fire that he immediately fell quiet in shock.

✧ I consider this to take place after Kenpachi properly learns about Yachiru and she disappears.

✧ Your kindness is not a trait Yachiru had, but your positivity reminds him of her.

✧ Slowly, he finds himself seeking out your company more and more frequently, even going so far as to not take fights seriously at all or force his spiritual power down enough to be cut, just so you can be the one to patch him back up.

✧ You're surprisingly good at handling his temper and making him calm down as well, which the rest of your squadmates are quick to pick up on, dragging you along whenever they had to deliver unfortunate news that would make Kenpachi's anger flare up.

✧ In next to no time, Kenpachi has given you an unofficial seat of sorts, making sure that keeps you close to him at all times. It makes the loss of Yachiru's physical form easier to bear as well.

✧ The squad had filled you in about the last Lieutenant, and you felt your heart ache for the sake of your captain every time he looked over his shoulder with a grin to shoot a few words to the little pink-haired girl who usually sat on his back or shoulder, only to have his face fall.

✧ I believe that he would be pretty normal at first, that is until you are severely injured at the hands of a few hollows on a mission that he'd selfishly brought you along on. One moment of Kenpachi being occupied had been enough for an attack to reach.

✧ When you woke up, bandaged and in pain, but alive, in the barracks of squad four a few days later, the first thing you saw was the captain sitting next to you. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink while you'd been unconscious.

✧ The relief on his face once his eyes met yours was immense. "Don't do that again," he said gruffly, clenching his fist. He'd been beating himself up ever since the incident, cursing himself for that singular moment of not even a second that led to you being in this state.

✧ He would make sure nothing like that would happen to you ever again.

✧ He had already lost Yachiru (even though she was technically still with him) and he refused to lose another person he cared about.

✧ As soon as you'd regained your health, he'd firmly banned you from leaving on any missions at all, which had made you lash out and punch him (dealing absolutely no damage) much to Kenpachi's amusement.

✧ Knowing how stubborn you could be, the times when he personally had to leave on a mission, he locked you up with shackles blocking your spiritual power. No matter how mad you got at him or viciously tried to fight back and stop him, you were like an angry kitten, all bark and no bite.

✧ At all other times of day, you were effectively thrown onto his shoulder, taking Yachiru's place. It was the only way he could be certain to keep you from sneaking away on missions as he had no doubts that you would run off with your zanpakuto the second he let you out of his sight.

✧ Really, who was going to stop him? Few were strong enough to oppose him, and the positive impact you had on keeping him calm unfortunately had Head Captain Shunsui siding with Kenpachi. "For the greater good," he'd said in a meeting, shooting you an apologetic glance as you clenched your fists and bit back tears, seated in Kenpachi's lap.

✧ You'd spend your days glued to his side, wondering if things would have been different if you'd never smiled his way.

✧ If you'd known how things would turn out, you'd never have followed your dreams and fought to join the 11th squad.

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